#Last Minute Gift

Late for the Wedding (Twelve Brides of Christmas Book 2) by Barbara Edwards

Link: http://amzn.com/B00OWLKDY6  LateForTheWedding_w9253_med

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Blurb: Heather Green will do anything to make her twin’s wedding perfect. Despite an impending nor’easter, she sets out with the wedding dress, cake, favors and cake topper in her car. As the snow piles up, her car is wrecked and she barely misses injury in a major accident.Nicholas Burnes would rather be ensconced with his latest cuddle than drive a tow truck, but his brother needs his help. He reluctantly agrees to help Heather find a way to the wedding locale, but when the storm closes the roads, he ends up offering her shelter in his penthouse.Warm and rested at last, Nick and Heather explore their powerful attraction to each other, only to part when he delivers her, on time, to her sister’s wedding. But weddings breed weddings…
Title: Late for the Wedding
Series Name: Twelve Brides of Christmas
Theme(s): On the Road
SubGenre(s): Holiday, Contemporary
Imprint: Sweetheart
Length: Rosette
Rating: Super Sweet (G)
Keywords: Boston, nor’easter, wedding, turtledove, tow truck
Page Count: 71
Word Count: 16775
Digital Price: 1.99
Stranded by the storm, she needs his help or she’ll be late for the wedding.

She promised to make the wedding perfect, but fate steps in with a less than perfect man.

Excerpt:

She strained to see past the broken windshield. Her throat hurt when she swallowed. Other vehicles lay tangled in a mess, not just the truck and her car. She prayed another car wouldn’t hit her again and inhaled to calm her racing pulse. She finally got the seatbelt lock to release, forced her door open and stood. Her knees shook and she had to hang onto the sagging door for support. She stared around. Headlights glittered like monster eyes. Her vehicle was at the edge of a horrendous multi-car pile-up.

Sirens wailed like lost children. Blinding red and blue lights flashed everywhere as emergency personnel rushed by. Her hands shook as she dragged on her cashmere coat. Time squeezed and expanded like an accordion being played. A fireman asked if she was okay and ran on at her nod.

She brushed moisture from her face and realized she was crying. She pillowed her head on her arm, the roof supporting her as she wept.

“Hey, lady, you okay?” A gentle hand gripped her shoulder.

This time the questioner stopped to listen.

She looked up into scorching blue eyes so bright they could have been a propane flame.  Her skin warmed and her pulse leaped as if it recognized the message in them. They promised heat and comfort and strength like the hand on her shoulder.  He’d pulled his knit hat down over his forehead and his lower face was covered with dark stubble that matched his thick black eyelashes. His hands were splotched with grease and he smelled like oil and fuel fumes. His quilted jacket was stained and patched, his boots wet and cracked, but he exuded strength and caring.

She swallowed. Her mouth was suddenly dry. Another fixer-upper, like her ex, she briefly thought, although with those gorgeous eyes he might be worth the trouble.

#Last Minute Gift

Here’s a great book for a last minute gift for the readers on your list.

Book Title: The Princess and the Templar     perf5.000x8.000.indd

Author Name: Hebby Roman

Blurb:

Raul de Porcelos, a dedicated Knight Templar, is duty bound to bring orphaned Irish Princess Cahira O’Donnell to wed the Earl of Orkney, Raul’s lord. But Cahira has a mind of her own and resists the handsome Templar, refusing to relinquish the castle and lands that her family died to protect.

Thrown together by fate, they come to know each other and a forbidden passion is kindled. Who will be the first to surrender to desire, the warrior-princess or the warrior-monk?

Length of Book: 348 pages

Romance Subgenre: Historical/Medieval

Individual Book Links:

AMAZON

http://amzn.com/B00GVKRVP0

TWRP

http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=242_176_138&products_id=5578

B&N

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-princess-and-the-templar-hebby-roman/1118944182?ean=2940149568888

 

#Last Minute Gift

AWomanofHonour_w8721_750A Woman of Honour by Marlow Kelly

Historical Romance Novella

Length: 53 Pages

A Woman of Honour is available at

The Wild Rose Press

Amazon

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Blurb

Duncan Campbell wakes to discover he is imprisoned with a woman in his enemy’s dungeon in the Highlands of Scotland. The disenchanted warrior hopes his last few moments on earth will be spent in the arms of the sweet-voiced Isabel. If only she will cooperate.

Isabel Douglas has no intention of obliging the crude captive. The penniless noblewoman considers herself too tall and thin to be desirable. She intends to become a nun. But first, disguised as a boy, she must deliver an important letter to Scotland’s hero in hiding, King Robert the Bruce.

Together, the pair make a daring escape that plunges them into the bleak countryside in the middle of winter. In the struggle to survive, they learn the true strength of their feelings for each other. But when Duncan’s animosity towards the king becomes evident, Isabel must decide between her heart and her country.

Excerpt

Duncan Campbell drifted into consciousness and opened his eyes to absolute blackness. He lay perfectly still on the cold, dirt floor listening. A small rustle of fabric echoed in the darkness. He cocked his head, getting a sense of the sound’s location, then rose to his feet.

“Tell me who you are before I tear you apart,” he roared, seizing his opponent. Whoever it was didn’t answer, just silence. A fist punched him on the nose. Pain ricocheted through him, and he grabbed his face. In the dark, he lost his balance and fell in the dirt, cradling his head in his hands.

“Oh my, are you all right?” asked a small voice.

“No, I’m not.”

“You threatened me, and I wanted to give you fair warning I will fight back if you touch me.”

The lyrical voice stunned him. A woman? She spoke Gaelic with a strong, lowland accent. He shook off the pain and asked,

“Where am I?”

“Dunstaffnage Castle. Don’t you remember your capture? I’ve heard of people getting a bump on the head and not remembering their own name. Is that what happened to you? Did you bump your head?”

Lord, she was talkative.

“Is it?”

“I remember I was hit from behind scouting the bast….Are we in the dungeon?” He rose to his feet.

“Yes.”

He grunted. On the bright side he hadn’t gone blind. On the other hand they were in a dank, windowless cell with no hope of escape. There wasn’t even a sliver of light coming through the door.

Marlow Kelly Bio

After being thrown out of England for refusing to drink tea, Marlow Kelly made her way to Canada where she found love, a home and a pug named Max. She also discovered her love of storytelling. Encouraged by her husband, children and let’s not forget Max, she started putting her ideas to paper. Her need to write about strong women in crisis drives her stories and her curiosity regarding the lives and loves of historical figures are the inspiration for her characters. You can visit Marlow at www.marlowkelly.com, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads and Pinterest

 

Featuring J. C. McKenzie


Today I’m featuring Beast Coast by J.C. McKenzie’s new novel published by The Wild Rose Press.

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Sometimes the greatest danger comes from within…

When Master Vampire Lucien Delgatto threatens her potential mate Wick’s life, Shape Shifter Andrea “Andy” McNeilly will employ a den of witches, a bedazzled thong, and her ability to shift into multiple animals to meet his demands. She plans to keep Wick safe—even if she’s not speaking to him. Lucien’s unwelcomed control over Wick’s life has thrown Andy into a whirlwind of emotions.

Though Wick vows to do whatever it takes to earn Andy’s forgiveness and win back her trust, it may be too late. This recent conflict awakens something within Andy, an animal she’s never learned to control. For hidden beneath all her forms is a beast whose anger and brutality rivals none.

And she’s pissed.

 

Excerpt:

 

Letting my falcon drift close to the surface, my eyesight sharpened. A dark figure moved in the brambles near the deer path ahead of me. About to step closer, something tugged at my senses.

Come to me, a voice echoed in my head. I froze.

An overwhelming urge to walk into the forest on my right consumed my body. I hadn’t felt anything like this since…

Since I was fourteen, and walked into the forest to meet three feras.

Sweat beaded on my brow and the bridge of my nose. I wiped it away, while fighting the compulsion to move.

Come to me, Carus.

Leaning forward, I tried to locate the animal. A branch snapped, and my attention darted to where the sound originated from. The forest hummed with the sound of summer insects. My heart beat loud and heavy in my chest.

Underbrush rustled. There!

A flash of orange.

Pop! A sharp sting, much like a rubber band on bare skin, radiated across my right butt cheek. I yipped and jumped three feet in the air.

Whirling around, I found Wick with an ear-to-ear grin and his paintball gun resting over one of his shoulders. If he had a leg propped up on a recently deceased moose, he’d look like a hunter from a photo.

“Tagged you,” his whiskey voice crooned.

 

 

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Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.

Contact Information:

Website: www.jcmckenzie.ca

Blog: www.jcmckenzie.blogspot.ca

Facebook Page: www.facebook.com/j.c.mckenzie.author

Twitter Page: www.twitter.com/JC_McKenzie

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/JCMcKenzie

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Interview with Diane O’Key

Today I’m featuring a contemporary romance,  “Beyond Words” by Diane O’Key.

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THE LAST THING ABBY MATHIESON WANTS…

is a take-care-of-the-business-end partner. Emotional and financial demons spur her dream of self-reliance and her vow to continue her aunt’s legacy, Beyond Words, a Blue Ridge Mountains book-and-gift shop.

IS WHAT SHE MOST NEEDS…

Trey Dalton, sexy CPA with a heart of gold and a backbone of steel, wants nothing more than to return to his home in warm, sunny Florida. But he made a deathbed promise to ensure Abby succeeds…whatever it takes.

Conflict and sexual tension ramp up as they wrangle over the shop and deal with Abby’s quirky best friend and the incorrigible resident parrot. Abby’s sworn to trust no man, but Trey has her tangled up worse than knotted fishing line. If she can’t overcome her insecurities before he unravels her finances and leaves town forever, her precious independence will cost her a love Beyond Words.

Excerpt:

“Ready to call it a day?” Trey asked.

“And then some.” Abby yawned hugely behind her hand.

“I’ll walk you to your car.”

“I don’t have a car.”

Trey frowned. “Don’t— How do you get here?”

“Ever heard of feet?”

He looked as if she’d used a foul word. “But…I mean, everybody…”

She took pity on him. “Before you dig yourself a bigger hole, pardner, I own a car. But home’s only half a mile. I enjoy the walk.”

His expression hardened. “You’re walking. At this hour.”

“Why not?” Geez, what was the big deal?

“It’s not safe. Dark. You’ll be alone.”

“I do it all the time. Wear a luminous-striped vest.” She sniffed. “And I’m used to being alone.”

His eyes flashed, part anger, part something softer, quickly gone. “Well, tonight you’re not walking anywhere except to my truck.”

“You don’t have —”

“Yeah, I do. Don’t argue. I’m too tired to go another round with you.”

How had she missed that? His handsome face looked drawn under its golden tan, his winter-gray eyes weary.

“I’ll get my jacket.”

Trey swiped up his keys. “Meet you out front.”

Once she’d hooked her seatbelt, Abby flipped down the vent.

“Too much?” He notched the fan to low. “Sorry, I’m not used to cold.”

Cold? He hadn’t seen anything yet. But then, he wouldn’t hang around long enough….

All light vanished beneath overhanging trees when he turned off the main street. High

beams on, hands white-knuckled, he slowed on the serpentine, uphill climb. Yup, Abby thought,

a Flatlander, for sure.

“I’ll walk you up.”

“No need.” What she needed, now, was to escape. Before she did something stupid. Like sink her hands into that silky, sun-bleached hair and find out if he tasted as good as he looked.

 

 

BIO/ Diane O’Key    

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            Diane O’Key, raised on the Jersey Shore and married to her high-school sweetheart, now divides her time between their homes in Southwest Florida and we’d-rather-be-on-the-lake-in-South Carolina. Though she has so many wonderful friends in both areas, it’s difficult to choose…

She cherishes her years as a former high school English teacher, the ongoing contact with colleagues and her now-grown students. She loves words and says her mother told her she thinks she was about six months old when she started reading. Not quite, though it does seem like forever.

Diane values time with family and friends and enjoys the water, travel, making custom jewelry, bookmarks, crafts, and baking. She writes historical and contemporary romance and is represented by Nicole Resciniti of The Seymour Agency.

She loves to hear from her readers—both questions and comments welcome J. Find her at dianeokey.com, facebook.com/dianeokey, and Twitter @DianeOKey.