Sunday, March 16, 2014

New Regency Romance - "The Matchmakers" Now on Amazon!



Jessie Selkirk has a mission — to take care of every stray cat she finds. They are her life, her sole reason for being. But when Baldwin Rutledge steps into her barn looking for a cat, she develops a whole new interest. One in which she must continually remind herself there is no future. No. Best to hope for nothing beyond friendship and spare herself a broken heart.

Baldwin Rutledge is desperate to stop his aunt from trying to find him a wife. So he decides to distract her by procuring a second cat for her. His plan is working beautifully, until he meets pretty Jessie Selkirk. Now marriage is the only thing he thinks about. He’d like to be more than acquaintances, but convincing her of that might take some doing.

 
http://www.amazon.com/Matchmakers-Ruth-J-Hartman-ebook/dp/B00J1P0I2A/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1395005275&sr=1-1&keywords=the+matchmakers+Hartman

Monday, January 6, 2014

My Writing Process Blog Tour

I've been asked to participate in a "My Writing Process" blog tour. The talented Kay Springsteen, best-selling author, asked me to join in.

http://kayspringsteen.wordpress.com

Here are the questions that authors on the tour have been asked:

1) What am I working on?

Right now, I actually have two works-in-progress. The first is a short Regency about a poor woman who takes care of cats no one wants and ends up meeting a handsome rich man whose aunt needs a new cat for company for her older one. I'm also starting on book three of a series that began with "Love Birds of Regent's Park", continues with "The Unwanted Earl" (in the editing process), and continues with book three (yet untitled).




2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?

Since I have a goofy sense of humor, most of my novels do, too. I've had readers tell me that my books give them a small, enjoyable vacation from the everyday troubles where they can laugh at the antics of my characters and nod their heads because they could see the situation happening, possibly even to them.

3) Why do I write what I do?

I started out writing contemporary romance, but was asked by a friend to give Regency Romance a try. I wasn't sure I could do it, but ended up loving it. I now have several Regency Romances published and more in the works!

4) How does your writing process work?

I start with a simple idea for the book. Sometimes I have a title right away but others may not have a title until I'm nearly finished writing. I do a simple outline, but don't go into detail until I actually sit down to write. Many times, the characters head in the direction they want the story to go and I just type the words. It's so much more fun that way :)

The next author in line is the wonderfully talented Mysti Parker. :)

Please check out Mysti Parker's page on 01/13/14 for her answers to the writing questions. http://mystiparker.blogspot.com





Tuesday, December 10, 2013

"Elect" by Rachel Van Dyken - Launch Day!

 
 
Check out the newest release by my good friend, Rachel Van Dyken!            


 
 
Nixon Abandonato made his choice. And now he has to pay the price. Tracey is the love of his life, but being with him has made her a target of his family's enemies. The only way to keep Trace alive is convince the world she means nothing to him. 

Trace Rooks has fallen irrevocably in love with the son of her family's sworn rival, and she knows in her bones nothing can tear them apart. Until Nix suddenly pushes her away and into the arms of his best friend... But Trace isn't ready to give up on a future with Nix--and if he won't fight for them, she will. 

In the end, a sacrifice must be made. A life for a life. For what better way to cover a multitude of sins than with the blood of a sinner . . .


Excerpt:
I woke up with a killer hangover. My fault. Grumbling, I took a shower and went downstairs to get some breakfast before I went over to the Space to see if Phoenix would change his tune.
“Hey.” Trace was sitting at the table eating some toast.
“Hey.” I waved. Idiot. She was sitting right in front of me.
Her eyes didn’t leave mine. I was frozen in place and could literally hear every beat of my heart in the silence.
“You’re wrong, you know.” She stood and walked toward me. “About a lot of things—everything, actually. And you’re an ass.”
“I—”
“I’m talking, you’re listening.” She smirked and grabbed the front of my shirt and pushed me toward the pantry. She slammed me against the door, pretty forcefully, I might add, and then opened it and shoved me in. I mean, I could fight her but I was too damn turned on and curious to do anything except stare at her.
“I. Want. You.” She took off her shirt. What the hell? “Only you.” Her jeans were next.
The pantry immediately became my number one favorite spot in the house.
Facing me in nothing but her scandalous white lacy underwear, she whispered in my ear. “This. What you see? What’s in front of you, it’s not just about me wanting you. I want all of you. I want to be vulnerable with you, exposed. But you have to let me…maybe the reason I don’t want to open up that part of myself to Chase is because he isn’t you, Nixon. He doesn’t have this.” She placed my hand on her bare skin right above her breast. Shit, I was slowly dying inside. Did she even realize what the hell she was doing to me?
“He doesn’t have our history, our past, our drama. I love him, you’re right. I love him so damn much that I can’t imagine life without him. But he and I—we aren’t this. So tell me, Nixon. Tell me if you want me to forget. I’ll forget what we have, if that’s really what you want. If you want me to jump into his arms without looking back, I will. But know I’ll hate you forever for giving me up.”
“I’m not,” I interrupted her. “You can’t give up something you never had.”
She slapped me hard across the face. “You promised, Nixon. You promised me.”
I kissed her hard on the mouth, clenching her wrists in my hands as I pinned her against the door. “You’re right,” I growled and pulled away. “And I’m sorry for hurting us, for hurting you, but Trace…next time you trap me in a closet, in nothing but your underwear. I will take advantage of you. I’ll screw you until you forget your own name. Don’t play with fire, and don’t mess with me. I’m still terrible for you; he’s better, and I stand by what I did. Now move out of the way before I truly lose control and steal your virginity next to the damn Cheerios.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared as I sidestepped her and walked out of the pantry and directly into Tex.
“Whoa!” Tex looked at my face and then lower. His smile widened. “Taking care of business in the pantry or Mrs. Butterworth just make you horny?”
“Shut up.”
“It’s cool! She’s naked, I get it!” Tex called after me, while I raced back up the stairs, grabbed my phone and keys, and then ran out of the house. Away from Trace, away from everything.


 
 
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers!


Check out the rafflecopter link below :)

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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

"King of Threadneedle Street" Release and Jewelry Giveaway by Moriah Densley




He owns three shipping companies, a diamond mine, and his own castle.

He knows Portuguese, Hindi, Mandarin and Morse code.

His assets net thirteen million.

 
Everyone thinks Andrew Tilmore, Lord Preston, the financial prodigy dubbed “The King of Threadneedle Street,” has it all, but he wants the one prize money can’t buy: his childhood sweetheart.

Alysia Villier can’t say if it’s worse having Andrew’s father in control of her inheritance or Andrew in control of her heart. He’s ruined her for any other man, but she simply can’t give in to him. She knows he’s destined for great things — marrying a courtesan’s daughter would jeopardize everything he stands for.

Keeping Alysia out of trouble and away from eager suitors becomes a cross-continental quest for Andrew, and he won’t be stopped by his old-fashioned family or the disapproval of the ton. After all, he’s a man with the power to play newspapers and investors like pawns, tumble world markets and incite riots… but can he win the biggest gamble of his life?

 
 



Bestselling author Moriah Densley sees nothing odd at all about keeping both a violin case and a range bag stuffed with pistols in the back seat of her car. They hold up the stack of books in the middle, of course. She enjoys writing about Victorians, assassins, and geeks. Her muses are summoned by the smell of chocolate, usually at odd hours of the night. By day her alter ego is your friendly neighborhood music teacher. She lives in Las Vegas with her husband, four children, and two possibly brain-damaged cats.

Moriah has a Master’s degree in music, is a 2012 RWA Golden Heart finalist, 2012 National Reader’s Choice Award winner, and ’12 NRCA “Best First Book” finalist. She’s the author of the bestselling “Rougemont” Historical Romance series from Eskape Press, and the “Network-One” Paranormal Romance series coming 2014 from Entangled Publishing. Moriah is represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan of Greenburger Associates.

 
Here's an excerpt from the book!
 
Under threat of ruin, Alysia promised to sever her attachment to her childhood sweetheart, Andrew Tilmore Lord Preston. But how can she move on when he appears every time she needs rescuing? In this scene, when Andrew hears that Alysia might be engaged to another man, he inserts himself into her Romeo and Juliet rehearsal and makes quite a statement.

 Excerpt:

“No, let us begin in act one, scene five.” In character, Andrew peered at Alysia as though spying her from across the room.Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.”
 Alysia raised her eyebrows at his recitation while her heart danced. Andrew knew she adored Shakespeare, but she didn’t know he had memorized verse.
 Andrew raised his hands in surrender. “I can’t remember the rest. Not until, Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. Or is it, O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again?
 Liar. He had learned four exotic languages in addition to all the Romance languages by age sixteen; he had the sharpest memory in the entire world, she would wager. He just wanted to skip to the kissing part. Feeling fragile, she turned her face as he leaned in, and his lips landed on the bridge of her nose.
 “Poor aim, Romeo.” Good, she sounded unaffected.
 Andrew laughed, making a delicious lusty sound that vibrated in her spine. He gathered her in his arms, and at once she caved, all pliant. Like coming home, resting her head on his shoulder. He lifted her chin, which must have looked like a gentle, romantic gesture, but in truth his hand was a vise.
 He pecked a short kiss on her mouth as if to say, “So there,” then came back for more. She would blush to quote the message he implied then.

Check out the link below to enter Moriah's jewelry giveaway! 
 
http://moriahdensley.com/rougemont-2-release-day-blogs-jewelry-giveaway/


 
 
Here's where you can find "King of Threadneedle Street" Online :) :
 
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Monday, September 9, 2013

It's here!!! "Love Birds of Regent's Park"!


 
 
 



 

 Blurb:

Lucy Ashbrook finds a pleasant diversion when she visits the Regent’s Park Bird Sanctuary to sketch the different birds that live there. Birds aren’t the only pleasing thing she finds, though. A certain Sanctuary worker, Oliver Barrow, has stolen her heart. But Lucy’s father will have none of it. No daughter of his will marry a common laborer.

 Oliver Barrow loves everything about his work at the Sanctuary. The birds, the trees, the ponds… a certain young miss who mesmerizes him. Miss Ashbrook is beautiful and sweet and shares his love of birds. But Oliver has a secret that just might get in the way of anything more than friendship developing between them. And he can’t share that secret with her. Not yet.

 How can Lucy ever convince her father of Oliver’s worth? That love isn't just for the birds?



Excerpt:
 
 
When his hand settled at the small of her back as before, Lucy took a quick breath. Honestly, how did the man have the ability to nearly cause her to swoon when his hand wasn’t even actually touching her skin? As they approached the bench, Lucy’s boot caught on a protruding root in the ground.

“Oh!” Arms flailing, she teetered forward and back, trying not to fall. Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her close.

“Miss Ashbrook, are you hurt?”

If she said yes, would he keep holding her? Tempting. But not truthful. “No. I’m fine. Simply clumsy. Thank you for rescuing me, though.” She waited. Any moment now he would release her, and the warmth of their bodies pressed together would be gone.

But he didn’t.

“You’re welcome.” His face brushed against the back of her neck. The sensation so soft, so light, she nearly thought she’d imagined it. But when he breathed warm air on her skin, stirring small wisps of hair that had pulled loose from the pins beneath her hat, she knew. Knew that he had touched her. Nuzzled her. Breathed in her scent.

Loosening his grasp, he turned her around. Now face to face, his dark eyes and deep dimple were in view. And quite, quite close. Heart thudding, mouth dry, Lucy swallowed hard. “I…”

He stepped away and dropped his arms to his side. “Please forgive me. I’m not sure what… that is, after I caught you, I just…”

“It’s fine, Mr. Barrow. No harm done. Truly.” If you only knew!

“Since we are becoming, if I might be as bold as to say, friends, do you suppose we could address each other by our Christian names?”

A smile tugged at her lips. “I would like that. Very much.”

“In that case. I’m Oliver.”

“Nice to make your acquaintance, Oliver. I’m Lucy.”

“Lucy. What a charming, lovely name.”

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Press Release: Ruin - Rachel Van Dyken

Bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken has taken the book world by storm with back to back chart toppers The Bet and Elite.


Recently Ms. Van Dyken announced that her beloved uncle Jobob was in his final stage of cancer, which has left his family in debt from medical expenses.


It’s hard to sit back and do nothing--the waiting game is never easy, so Rachel decided to do something and is looking to her fans for support in more ways than one for her next book.


Due to be released on August 12, 2013, Ruin is dedicated to her uncle, mother in law, and all cancer survivors and families who have lost loved ones to the disease.





Blurb: I'm not your typical girl. I've been running away from the memories that haunt me for so long that depression has become my only comfort. I was content in the darkness...until Wes Michels offered to be my light.


I didn't know that time wasn't my ally -- that every second that ticked past was one step closer to the end of something that was beginning to mean the end of myself. He tried to warn me. He promised me all he was able to offer--each moment as it came--but it would never be enough.


Sometimes when you think it's the end, it's only the beginning. Wes thought he could save me, but in giving me everything, he ruined me. Because after one kiss, one touch, I couldn't--I wouldn't ever be the same.


And from that moment on, his heartbeat became my own.


For the first two weeks Ruin will be priced at $2.99. Proceeds from the sale of Ruin will be donated to her uncle and his family to help with the insurmountable medical bills.


How can you help besides buy a copy? Share with friends and family of course!

Mark it as  http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18134249-ruin”>WANT TO READ on Goodreads. Read it? Leave a review! Loved it? Tell everyone you know!

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Cover Reveal for Wendy Knight's "Fuedlings in Sight"

Cover Reveal for Feudlings in Sight
Please help us celebrate Astraea Press's first cover reveal; my very own Fate on Fire novella, Feudlings in Sight! Available THIS Thursday on Astraea Press, Amazon, and all other major ebook retailers!



Blurb: Boys of war suck at romance.
Charity Delyle has lived in the shadow of her Prodigy cousin and his powerful Guard since the day she was born. And she doesn’t mind—really. Except that being in Hunter’s shadow means that he can’t see her. And she’d like that to change.
Hunter has one purpose in life: Protect the Prodigy, or die trying. That means a social life, school, and even Charity come last until the war is over. For the most part, he’s okay with that—he can lose everything if he has to…except his seer.
Starting at a new school should be much safer than living in a war-ravaged Carules headquarters. But this new school is different than the others. Friendships are forged and destinies are questioned, and Hunter’s decision could cost them all everything they've been hoping for.

Excerpt: “Okay, do you want to practice the ones we learned last week or just start new ones?” She had carefully color-coded the spell book with sticky tabs — spells they had mastered, spells they had practiced, spells that would come in handy one day — she was very organized. And if the Council ever found out she put sticky tabs in a book that was over three hundred years old, they would kill her completely dead.
“Learn as much as you can, Shane. Gonna be hard to find a place to practice in the mountains of Utah, surrounded by Normals.” Hunter idly traced spells in the air, letting them fizzle and die without igniting them.
“Well, alright.” Charity flipped to the red section — spells that would come in handy one day. She started at the top. “This one is called an Al-able.” The odd word rolled awkwardly off her tongue. “It’s like… it looks like it’s sort of a flat triangle of flames.”
Hunter and Shane both walked over, studying the spell in the book before tracing it slowly into the air. The spell wouldn't actually ignite until they lit it with the flames roiling through their blood, but they both wanted to make sure they could do it correctly so as not to explode them all to pieces or something.
 “No, no, Hunter. Less harsh lines. Softer.” Charity glanced down at the page and then up at Hunter’s disaster of an attempt. Sighing she laid the book on the metal next to her and pushed herself to her feet. She took Hunter’s hand, trying hard to ignore the way her own blood seemed to explode into flames. There’s no magic there, she told herself harshly. “Like this.” She led his hand through the spell until the air smoked and the image burned in front of them. She looked up, got caught in his gold eyes.
 He watched her, an unreadable look on his face.
 It made her heart stutter in her chest. Before he could say anything she dropped his hand. “Now try it on your own. I can’t do everything for you, you know.” Charity grinned playfully, dodging out of the way as he tried to push her over. She rescued the book from the twisted metal and perched, watching them expectantly. “Go. Do something.”
 Shane rolled his eyes. “Give the girl a book and she’s suddenly the boss.” He moved away several feet so he wouldn't accidentally ignite her. He’d done it before, and Charity didn’t relish the idea of it happening again.
BIO: Wendy Knight was born and raised in Utah by a wonderful family who spoiled her rotten because she was the baby. Now she spends her time driving her husband crazy with her many eccentricities (no water after five, terror when faced with a live phone call, etcetera, etcetera). She also enjoys chasing her three adorable kids, playing tennis, watching football, reading, and hiking. Camping is also big: her family is slowly working toward a goal of seeing all the National Parks in the U.S. You can usually find her with at least one Pepsi nearby, wearing ridiculously high heels for whatever the occasion may be. And if everything works out just right, she will also be writing. Twitter: @wjk8099 Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorWendyKnight Blog: www.writethroughthenoise.blogspot.com Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7009940.Wendy_Knight

Thursday, July 25, 2013

New Regency Romance! - "Romance at the Royal Menagerie"


Francesca Hartwell adores cats of every kind. Lions, leopards, tigers. And they all love her. Good thing she gets to see them every day, since her father is their caregiver in the Tower of London’s Royal Menagerie. She’d love to find a man with whom she could share her love of animals, but so far, no one has stolen her heart. And there’s the added snag that whoever she marries must not have anything to do with nobility, as her mother had left her and her father for an earl.

 John Fairgate has three rules given to him by his uncle. Inherit the title of baron upon his uncle’s death. Give up ornithology. And marry a childhood acquaintance. The first two, John will abide by, but won’t like. But the third, marrying a shrew who makes his skin crawl, he simply cannot do. Meeting Miss Francesca Hartwell at the zoo, however, has given him other ideas for a wife. But she’s not titled or wealthy. How will he be able to convince his uncle that she’s the woman of his heart?