Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Meet the authors of Hearts of Valor! #Romance @RoanePublishing #Giveaway!


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I'm thrilled to have my fellow authors here today from the Hearts of Valor anthology!! I wanted to know what their favorite military theme movie was & why. Here's what they had to say...

London Saint James:
Saving Private Ryan. Why? It was just one of those movies where I cried, and cried. Not sure why I like movies that make me cry. Perhaps it’s cathartic.

T.E. Hodden:
Oddly I am sucker for one of the worst movies ever made. There is something wonderful about Escape To Victory. Not least because it is a war movie that is about hope, and human spirit rather than combat. I know it is odd that a film should make light of a war, but the idea that some of the greatest footballers in the world need to be told how to play by Michael Caine and Sylvester Stallone is just glorious.

S.L. Hughson:
This is a hard one because I love military movies. I mean, men in uniform? What’s not to like? I’ll say Top Gun, and the reason is obvious. Tom Cruise and Val Kilmer without shirts, playing beach volleyball. Enough said.

Jean Young:
Pearl Harbor is my favorite military movie. It is courageous and romantic at the same time—what can beat that? Seriously, the movie is okay, but it was Danny Walker (played by Josh Hartnett) who inspired me to write. He was handsome, no doubt, and brave. However, in my opinion, he wasn’t loved in the way he deserved to be loved. And I decided on the spot as I was watching the movie that if I ever wrote a love story, I would “love” my hero wholeheartedly.

Philip Lisagor:
Platoon, which shows the ambiguous battle of good and evil and brings the viewer into the ‘fog of battle.’

Terri Rochenski:
The Patriot. I loved Mel Gibson’s character and the arc of his story line. So much grief, sorrow, and love wrapped into a few hours … LOVE!

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Hearts of Valor
by Various Authors
Genre: Romance Anthology (Sweet)
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: January 13, 2016
Keywords: Romance, Anthology, Sweet, military, veteran, war, POW, bravery

Description: It takes a heart of valor to survive love's battlefield.


Six veteran themed romantic tales brimming with love and sacrifice are sure to show us all what it truly means to have a Heart of Valor.
Hero of Her Heart - S.L. Hughson
Feathers - T.E.Hodden
A Manly Man - Jean Young
Goin' Home - Philip Lisagor
The Promise - London Saint James
Promises Kept - Terri Rochenski


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Wednesday, January 13, 2016

New Release: Hearts of Valor #Military #Romance #Anthology Check out the #Giveaway!




Happy Book Birthday to my own Promises Kept in the Hearts of Valor Anthology!




Hearts of Valor
by Various Authors
Genre: Romance Anthology (Sweet)
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: January 13, 2016
Keywords: Romance, Anthology, Sweet, military, veteran, war, POW, bravery

Description: It takes a heart of valor to survive love's battlefield.

Six veteran themed romantic tales brimming with love and sacrifice are sure to show us all what it truly means to have a Heart of Valor.


Hero of Her Heart - S.L. Hughson

Nicole Taylor has loved Vincent for years. Now he’s back from serving in the Army, and she’s determined to make him see her as something other than a little sister.

After a heated Valentine’s date, Nicole is confused by Vince’s withdrawal. She confronts him, but no matter how hot their physical attraction, he keeps backing away.

Nicole helps him follow his lifelong dreams but he drifts further from her happily-ever-after plans. What will it take for him to see he is truly the hero of her heart?


Feathers - T.E.Hodden

Kerry only wanted to do right by Christopher. To protect him from the whispers of 'coward' and the shame of a white feather.

But the war doesn't look like a grand adventure any more. All Kerry wants is Chris home safe. But will he still be the same man she once knew?


A Manly Man - Jean Young

Confederate POW, Braxton Bolton, had an unexpected visitor the day before his execution, when Arabella Anderson walked into his jail cell and, in front of other POWs, kissed him until he shook with desire.

Two years prior, she had been the Lieutenant Colonel’s prisoner. While she was tortured and raped by the other Confederate soldiers, Bolton was different. He protected her from further suffering, and the grateful young woman had come to repay his kindness. While they became more and more intimate, she learned the story behind his kindness.

But what she learned turned the sweet girl into a fearsome warrior, one determined to save the soldier with a noble heart.


Goin' Home - Philip Lisagor

How will Jack be able to put Iraq behind him and return home to Leah and their two children? The green peaceful coast of Ireland is the perfect landing zone from the brown violent landscape of Mesopotamia. Jack is humping ruck along the North Atlantic coast when a chance encounter with an Irish maiden turns him all around and he hears the voice of Leah in a magical moment calling him home.


The Promise - London Saint James

The year Veronica turned twenty-two changed her life. She graduated from San Diego State University, married the handsome Lieutenant Carter Weis—widowed six months after the happy nuptials.

Captain Quinn Alstrom of the U.S. Coast Guard was eager to start his newest post; however the excitement had nothing to do with the beautiful surroundings of Key West, and everything to do with his best friend’s wife.

Will Quinn’s surprise arrival in Veronica’s life re-spark the fire in the vivacious woman he remembered? Or, will the memory of her fallen husband stop the two of them from finding happiness?


Promises Kept - Terri Rochenski

Ever since they were kids, Joan dreamed of being Walt Herley’s wife. But, Joan's dream is short-lived when the Korean War draft has Walt trading his groom's suit for army fatigues. After a short celebration of their rushed nuptials, Walt is whisked away to fulfill his duty to his country, leaving Joan behind with a promise to return.

With her heart a world away, Joan struggles to keep her spirit afloat while praying for the war's expedient end. Fate, however, has a plan of its own, one that threatens Joan’s faith in Walt’s promise to return.



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Monday, January 4, 2016

New Year's Resolution #BlogHop! TWO signed books up for grabs! #Historical #Romance


Thanks to one of my publishers, Roane Publishing, for hosting this blog hop!!! I'm super stoked. Why? Because I'm offering TWO SIGNED BOOKS!

Love's Sorrow AND Love's Revenge!





If you're into historical romance that isn't full of fluff, rainbows, & unicorns, (but DOES have an HEA) then Anne's story will knock your socks off. 

Be sure to check out the linky list below or click on the hop image above for more chances to win big!!

Good luck!




Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Happy Book Birthday to WHITE LIGHT & Anna Simpson! #Giveaway



White Light

by Anna Simpson
Publisher: Three Worlds Press 
Genre: Cozy

Emma never dreamed of being a super-sleuth. In her mind, she’s more Scooby Doo than Nancy Drew and when her nosy neighbor, Mrs. Perkins, drags her to an anniversary party to solve a mystery, she rolls her eyes, buys a box of chocolates and hops in the car.

What’s a party without an attack on its host—or more accurately on the host’s grandson, sparking an allergic reaction and moving the party to the hospital waiting room. Suddenly, everyone is a suspect. Emma and Mrs. Perkins, along with Great Aunt Alice (a spirit with boundary issues who keeps stepping into Emma’s body like a new dress and playing matchmaker), dive into an investigation that almost gets Emma killed along with the man they are trying to protect. With so many reasons to kill him and so much to be gained if he died, Emma and Mrs. Perkins must unravel the tenuous ties that point to every member of his family as potential killers.
Even if it means going back to the psych ward, Emma will protect her friend and this innocent man. What good is freedom if it’s haunted with guilt?

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Excerpt:
To stay free, I perform a ritual every morning. It begins with stepping outside, where dawn streams through the leafy branches of my maple tree, landing, shifting, and dancing on the flowerbeds at my bare feet. A steaming cup of coffee warms my hands. The fragrant air fills my lungs. I sip, leaving the liquid on my tongue to capture a moment of rich goodness.
My name is Emma, and I need to stay grounded and calm. It’s important for my health, so I walk along the fence and let the cool blades of grass tickle my toes and dewdrops cling to my skin. For fun, I kick a ball of dandelion fluff. Little parachutes take flight catching the same breeze moving the leaves above my head. The seeds float up, and up, over the fence to land on Mrs. Perkins’ perfectly tended lawn. Not a dandelion or mat of moss to be seen.
In a half acre of green sits one flowerbed, brimming with Lily of the Valley. I remember the first time I saw them over fifteen years ago. The delicate white bells could only be fairy hats. Today, the round base of cemented river stone is still full of waxy green spear tips. I don’t see fairy hats anymore. No, now I enjoy the effects of nature—its simple perfection.
Mrs. Perkins does it best. In fact, everything around Mrs. Perkins is perfectly cared for—her home, her yard, her car—all perfect.
But not today. A dark line sits between the jamb and the edge of the door.
A few inches of shadow drives my calm away and prickles the long blonde hairs at the nape of my neck. Butterflies in my stomach tell, no scratch that, demand I find my phone and go next door.
Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not a snoop.
Mrs. Perkins, a wiry old bird, did everything herself. I’m not sure if it is because she’s the independent sort or if she has no one else to help her. Either way, when she suggested we watch out for one another, I agreed.
I’m also alone. It doesn’t bother me unless I catch the flu or something. Then I wonder if I will die and no one will notice. It’s a thought, or fear, I can’t shake. Mrs. Perkins’ house has my full attention, and within it sits the same worry. I’ll check on her because she would do the same for me.
I crash into my kitchen, slopping my coffee onto the counter as I slam the mug down. My phone could be anywhere. My gaze travels from the pine tabletop to the gray marble counter. It’s not here. I push through the swinging door to the living area, run my fingertips between the couch and chair cushions, scan the smoked-glass coffee table through my veil of long blonde hair, and sneak a peek under my overturned book on the throw rug. Desperate, I check around the bowl by the door where I toss my keys as I pass the spiral staircase to the loft. Still nothing.
Down the short hallway, I rush to my bedroom. I tug the midnight blue duvet off the bed and shake it. My pulse speeds up as something thuds on to the carpet. I pick up my smartphone and check the battery. Half power.
Excellent. I dash through my front door, across the lawn and unlatch Mrs. Perkins’ white picket gate. Her shiny yellow front door looks as solid as stone. I follow her path to the back wondering if danger lurks.
I gasp as I near the door. It’s like living a moment in a crime drama. I mimic what I have watched on television and bring up my phone to take a picture. Inching forward, heart pounding, I wonder if poor Mrs. Perkins is sprawled out on the bathroom floor, from a stroke, heart attack, or a butcher knife.
Don’t worry, Mrs. Perkins. I’m coming.
I pull my cotton sleeve over my hand and push the door wider. Her kitchen looks untouched as if it’s sterilized or newly installed. Tiles cool my bare feet with each step. Fear scratches at my nerves, “Mrs. Perkins? It’s Emma from next door. Are you okay?”
Silence.
I raise the phone to call for help.
A small sound carries from deeper in the house. I should stop, leave, and make the call.
Following the sound might be dangerous or, worse, plain stupid. And I’m scared. So scared, my breathing is all I hear over the pounding of my heart.
I’d look stupid if I’m wrong. Ravenglass Lake is so small-townsville, and Benny the bully is like no cop I’ve ever met. He would be no help. Worst of all, they’d call me crazy for sure. I slip the phone back into my denim pocket, quietly open her knife drawer, and pull out a meat cleaver. Armed, I creep forward.
Thank goodness Mrs. Perkins likes an open airy room. Evil housebreakers have nowhere to hide in the dining room.
A small thump like a cat landing on carpet makes me jump. But Mrs. Perkins doesn’t have a cat…or carpet—only allergies.
I tighten my grip on the cleaver as I stick my head into the living room. All is quiet and undisturbed. I enter the corridor to the front door. To my right are stairs to the upper floor. Farther ahead is a hall closet and nook where she keeps a desk and a small bookcase. Nothing seems touched.
I glance up at the glittery ceiling, swallow, and pull my phone from my pocket. The sensible thing is to dial 911. I sidestep for the front door, but in my mind’s eye Mrs. Perkins, wiry but frail, shakes her head. Her arm outstretched urging me not to leave.
Thump, I freeze. The noise is right beside me coming from the hall closet.
Without thinking, I open the door and find Mrs. Perkins tied up with duct tape across her lips. Her green eyes, round and unblinking, grow wide, and her usual perfect curls are mussed. I drop the cleaver. It clatters on the floor, and I pull the tape free.

About the Author:

Anna Simpson lives near the Canadian-US border with her family. Even though she’s lived in several places in British Columbia, her free spirit wasn’t able to settle down until she moved back to her hometown.
She is easy to find though, if you know the magic word — emaginette. Do an internet search using it and you’ll see what I mean. 

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