Guest Author Kristina Knight, with Mr. Right Now

wwwmrrightnowMR. RIGHT NOW

The wrong guy might be just right for her.

When her celebrity boyfriend of three years dumps her and claims he’s now gay, unlucky-in-love author Casey Cash decides to get out of New York. A cruise seems like the perfect escape: everyone onboard will be locked away from television, newspapers and internet gossip pages, allowing her some much needed relaxation. There’s only one problem: her oh-so-helpful agent has hired a male escort for her…and a big NYC paper has sent a pesky reporter on-board, vowing to get the dirt.

Mason Drury doesn’t want to write an expose on Casey, but he’s in a bind. After a source flipped on him, he’s persona non grata at his newspaper. Celebrity trash or not, this story will put him back on top. Too bad he finds himself breaking the first rule of reporting by getting attached to his subject and letting bias influence his story.

Casey’s much more interested in sexy Mason than the annoying escort who’s bunking in her room. Mason might even have romantic potential if she can shake her well-meaning-but nosey-fans. Oh, and that reporter. She’s got to avoid him at all costs…

CONTENT WARNING: A smattering of sass, sex and a heaping happily ever after.

A Lyrical Press Contemporary Romance

A huge welcome to Kristina Knight. I’m so glad you’ve dropped by, Kristina. I’m going to start with a fun rapid fire question round.

– Nicknames? – So many! Kritti is my fave because my nieces gave it to me when they couldn’t pronounce the S-T part of my name so well.

– Where do you live? – I live on the NorthCoast of Ohio with RadioMan, bebe and Angel-the-dog.

– Have you ever traveled abroad? – Yes! Primarily to the Caribbean – love it there!

– Tea, coffee, or hot chocolate? – Iced tea or hot chocolate…depending on my mood. And the weather.

– Favorite dessert? – Anything chocolate. Or my mom’s secret-recipe Red Velvet Cake. YUM!

– Dog or cat? – dog, I like to be loved.

– Beach or skiing?  – beach! Especially if a cabana boy is included.

– What’s your favorite time of the day to write? – I can write any time of the day…but I like the words best that come in the afternoon…or late at night when the rest of the house is asleep.

– Do you write on holiday? – Definitely! I try to space holidays so I’m not on a deadline, but I usually have a project going so I’ll take an hour or two to work on a scene or character sketch. Or just write down ideas.

– Last book you read? – I just finished two gothic novellas – Mugs & Monasteries and Sefton Manor by Cait O’Sullivan…fun, chilling reads!

– Plotter or pantser? – Pantlotter, thank you very much. I usually have an outline of where I want to go with a story. But the story elements get moved around or changed altogether before I’m through.

– What three things would you take to a desert island? – RadioMan, bebe … and a barbecue grill

Now, let’s get to some grittier questions, Kristina.

– Tell us what started you on your journey to being a writer? – I’ve always been a writer, in one form or another. My mom and grandmother are the credits, I think, because they read to me all the time and when I told them stories, they listened. I would rewrite the endings to stories as a kid, joined the school newspaper as a teenager and actually went into journalism for a while before I started writing fiction full time.

– If you decided not to be a writer, what would your other dream job be? And why? – Hmmm…a travel reporter, I think. Because I would still be writing but I’d also get paid to travel. Who doesn’t like to travel?

– Where would you live if you could live anywhere in the world? – I like where I am. For now. Someday, I’d like to live in a tropical paradise, but we have the best of all worlds here – hot beaches in the summer, blizzards in the winter. It’s a fabulous place to raise a family.

– I’d love to hear a random fact about yourself, one that would surprise us all. If you don’t mind, can you spill? – I believe in ghosts. Full on. Not evil ghosts, although I suppose if I believe in friendly Caspers I have to believe in ghouls, too. But I’ve had a couple of very real experiences with loved ones who have passed on. So, I believe the ones we love can reach out to us from the other side.

– Do you have any suggestions for aspiring writers? – Don’t stop and don’t sell yourself short. We all have real life issues and roadblocks in our path. The key is to find a way around the roadblocks and deal with real life issues and keep pressing on.

– What are you working on now? – I just wrapped up a new trilogy that my agent and I are shopping around (hopefully I’ll have news soon on that). And this week I’m starting a brand new project, if I could just get my characters to agree on a starting point…

Here’s an excerpt from Mr. Right Now to whet your appetite:

Casey needed things to slow down. And she desperately wanted whatever was happening to speed up. She didn’t know who Mason was. Didn’t know if he was the reporter or just some random guy. Her head said he was the reporter. Why else would he have hit on her so hard from the time she came on board? It had to be part of his plan.

But then, why would a reporter waste time talking to a random woman about her life? Setting her up with another harmless guy who would bolster her self-confidence and help her bounce back from rejection. That was something a nice guy would do. Casey wanted badly for Mason to be a nice guy. Just for a little bit.

Then she’d go back to the craziness of Tyler and figuring out who the reporter was. How to avoid him and save what was left of her reputation.

Surely her future could spare her a few more minutes with Mason Drury.

“What’s your plan?” he asked, his eyes intent on hers.

What was her plan? She knew she had one. It was a good one, too. What was it again?

He pressed his lips to hers, and she didn’t care about plans or who was following whom.

One little kiss.

What could it hurt?

How can readers find you and your book, Kristina?

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Mr-Right-Now-ebook/dp/B00G3HEFF0/ref=la_B0081LO6DM_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1383596872&sr=1-4

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/mr-right-now-kristina-knight/1117213467?ean=2940148705611

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/mr.-right-now/id687704564?mt=11

BIO:

wwwKristi1Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police—no, she wasn’t a troublemaker, she was a journalist. When the opportunity to focus a bit of energy on the stories in her head, she jumped at it. And she’s never looked back. Now she writes magazine articles by day and romance novels with spice by night. She lives on Lake Erie with her husband and daughter. Happily ever after.

Kristina’s Links:

Website: http://www.kristinaknightauthor.com
FB: http://www.facebook.com/kristinaknightromanceauthor
TW: @AuthorKristina
GR: http://www.goodreads.com/authorkristina
PI: http://www.pinterest.com/authorkristina

 

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Guest Author — Diane Escalera

THE RIGHT TEMPTATION

Can a childhood crush mature into the real thing?

wwwwKayla Martinez has recently landed an RN position at a prestigious hospital in her hometown. The new job is everything she’s hoped for, especially when one hot specimen shows up in the ER. She hasn’t seen her childhood crush in years, and considering how much hotter he’s gotten over time, she almost ends up needing resuscitation.

The last thing Nico LaCosta needs is a broken arm. Now his pal’s kid sister wants to soothe his pain, but he’d rather keep his distance so her big brother doesn’t break his other arm.  Kayla’s no child anymore, though. She’s one hot-blooded woman, determined to remind him of a mind-blowing kiss back when they were teenagers. Leave it to Kayla to drop by his house unannounced and play Nurse Seductive. A guy has to follow the buddy code, or face the consequences. Still, sometimes giving in to temptation is worth it…

CONTENT WARNING: Racy Language, Hot Sex, Lusty Latin Lovers

–ooOoo–

Hey, everyone. I’d love you to welcome Diane Escalera to my blog today. Diane’s HOT Latin Heat Trilogy is well, super-hot. Just check out that cover. Hold on. I’ve gotta go grab a cold glass of water. She does warn that there are lusty Latin lovers in her book. Right, I’m back and all prepared.

The Right Temptation, story two in her trilogy, released in July with Lyrical Press, and Diane was kind enough to answer a few hard-hitting questions, so here she is, right in the hot seat.

Thanks for dropping by, Diane. I have some quick fire questions for you.

First, thank you so much for hosting me. I’m so excited to be here!

– Nicknames? I go by DeeDee or Dee.  When I was kid they called me Snoopy.

– Where do you live? South Florida is home to me.

– Have you ever traveled abroad? Sadly, no.

– Tea, coffee, or hot chocolate? Coffee first thing in the morning is a necessity!

– Favorite dessert? Chocolate anything!

– Dog or cat? Dog. I have the sweetest little dachshund.

– Beach or skiing? Beach. I’m a tropical girl.

– What’s your favorite time of the day to write? After lunch because it’s quiet then.

– Do you write on holiday? Only if I have to.

– Last book you read? It Had to Be You by Jill Shalvis. Love her!

– Plotter or pantser? A little of both.

I love your favorite dessert, Diane. I’m a “chocolate anything” kind of girl myself. Yep, whenever I get the chance to eat out (which is only a few times a year) I jump straight ahead to the desserts and make sure there’s something with chocolate on the menu. The more chocolate the better. 🙂

I have some short questions for you too.

– If you don’t mind, tell us what started you on your journey to being a writer?

Unlike most authors, I didn’t know I was destined to write.  In fact, I worked in banking for many years, but deep down knew that it wasn’t my dream job.

At the young age of thirty-five, my sister died of an illness. I realized the same thing could happen to me.  There are no guarantees.  I couldn’t waste another moment doing something I didn’t love.

Writing was one of my greatest joys when I was growing up.  While still working at the bank, I decided to enroll in an intensive course where I learned everything I could about the craft.  It didn’t take long before I left the bank to pursue a writing career.

I’m so sorry about your sister. That’s incredibly young for you to have lost her. Although I love that you enrolled in an intensive course and found something you loved to do.

– Writing is clearly your dream job, but I’m curious, is there another as well?

I would probably work with animals, especially dogs. I just adore them because they love unconditionally, live to make you happy and expect little in return.

– Where would you live if you could live anywhere in the world?

Italy. I’m half Italian and it would be awesome to experience the culture and history up close and personal.  Did you know Pizza was invented in Naples?

I didn’t, but if I’d taken a stab, Naples would have been my first guess. I’d love to travel to Italy too, only it’s half a world away from where I live in New Zealand. I’ll just keep dreaming that I’ll get there one day. They do have chocolate right? Pizza, and then chocolate. I could do that. 🙂

– Do you have any suggestions for aspiring writers?

I’d love to share my favorite quote, which I think perfectly sums things up:

“There are two weapons in the writer’s arsenal.  The first is stamina and the second is uncompromising belief in yourself.”

– What are you working on now?

I’m in the process of completing Story Three of my Latin Heat Trilogy.  Playing with Destiny will wrap up the series. Matchmaker, matchmaker, bring me a babe.  That’s all Christian expected from an online dating service.  He gets a lot more when, unwittingly, he’s hooked up with a luscious neighbor named Destiny.  Christian doesn’t believe in fate.  But one look at Destiny and he’s seeing a whole new future.

I love the sound of this trilogy, very exotic. I’m now craving chocolate more than ever though after our chat, and I thought that glass of water would be enough. 🙂 If you don’t mind, would you share an excerpt. I can’t wait to sample a taste of your writing.

EXCERPT:

Kayla ambled to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and perused it. Not bad. He had a few things she could work with. “What do you normally eat?”

“Grilled chicken, brown rice and broccoli,” he said without missing a beat.

Kayla laughed at his bland regimen. “I had a feeling.”

“Well, I try to take care of my body.”

“So I see.” Her gaze skittered over his physique. Whatever he did worked magically delicious.

“Although lately, I’ve been pigging out like a fat kid,” he said, with a disgusted look. “That’s what happens when you’re bored to death.”

She had a cure for his restlessness. The thought made her thighs go up in flames. Kayla shoved her head inside the cool refrigerator and peered into several plastic containers. “Some of this looks good.” She could’ve taken the easy way out, but she preferred to make something fresh, show off a little bit.

“It is. But I had so much of it already.” He puffed out his cheeks.

How adorable. She found everything he did entertaining. Kayla shut the fridge and, without asking, opened the cupboards. She found one with canned goods and food staples. “Hmm,” she mumbled, scanning the contents. She’d have to improvise. “You like omelets?”

Nico’s face lit up. “I love me some eggs.”

“Cool. I’ll whip up some veggie omelets.”

“You don’t have to cook for me, you know.”

She had a weakness for nursing people back to health. She had a weakness for one man named Nico. The combination of the two pulled on her heartstrings. “I want to,” she said, setting aside her personal agenda.

“Don’t you have something better to do than hang out with an invalid? I’m not a barrel of laughs right now.”

Good time to gauge his interest. She locked eyes on him. “Why? You want me to leave?”

“It’s not that,” he said. Nico strode to the kitchen. He took one of her long curls and tugged on it. “I just don’t want you to waste your free time.”

She wanted to close her eyes, bottle his woodsy scent. Kayla palmed his solid chest. The touch sent a shocking bolt through her already-charged system. She kept her hand there, reveling in the feel of his potent masculinity. “Who says I’m wasting my time?”

Nico closed the space between them. Too bad his bulky cast kept their bodies from totally connecting. Several inches taller, he stared down at her with pure intensity. The heat level shot up so fast she thought they’d set off the smoke alarm in the kitchen. Kayla tilted her head back and shook her wild curls off her face. He helped by sliding a few fingers into her hair. Her heart practically jumped out of her chest. Kiss me. She’d waited years for this.

His body trapped her against the counter. Kayla shifted her position so she could feel the full force of his strength without the barrier of his injured arm. Oh God. He had an erection. Her hip acted alone and pressed up against it. She swore she heard him moan. Wait. That was her.

“Kayla,” he muttered, in a voice huskier than before.

Kiss me. She tried to send a telepathic message.

I loved this excerpt. Where can we find your book?

Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iTunes

wwwBIO: Diane Escalera

Born and raised in the Bronx, NY, Diane Escalera makes her home in sunny South Florida.  The sultry paradise is a steady source of inspiration for her hot love stories.  Diane is married, has two children and a super cute dachshund she can’t get enough of.  She writes contemporary romance and is published with Kensington Publishing and Lyrical Press.

DianeEscalera.com / Facebook.com/DianeEscaleraOfficial / Twitter.com/DianeEscalera

Guest Author — Christy Newton, Stolen Hearts

STOLEN HEARTS

Jewels, deception and adventure…

ChristyNewtonCoverTwenty-two year old Cammie Adams knows one thing for sure – life isn’t fair. She’s still an emotional wreck from the tragic loss of her parents seven years ago. Right after she gets her PI license she is not only robbed, but abducted, only to find her life was all a lie. When she finds her mother’s diary, she discovers she was only a pawn in her mother’s dangerous game. Now she must get back what is rightfully hers from the man that murdered her mother.

Hot and mysterious, Simon Fisher has really only loved one thing – jewels. This ex-jewel thief, now bodyguard, doesn’t even know what hits him when he rescues Cammie as a favor to her father. Simon must protect her, but soon finds out where there’s trouble, Cammie isn’t far behind. She will not only steal his prized jewel, but his heart.

–ooOoo–

Christy Newton’s debut novel Stolen Hearts released in June with Front Porch Romance. And wow, isn’t that a lovely cover.

Today, I’m going to begin by chatting with Christy’s characters. I have some questions just for them.

CHARACTER INTERVIEW:

I’m sorry about the tragic loss of your parents, Cammie, but tell me, how did you manage to meet your writer so your story was told?

Cammie: I came to her while she was sleeping so strongly that I woke her up and made her start typing. I refused to be ignored and stayed with her until my story was told.

Ah, you have a strong personality. I love that in a heroine. So, this question’s for you, Simon. What was your favorite thing to do in your book?

Simon: *looks at Cammie as a sly smile crosses his lips* We better skip to the next question, Joanne.

Hey, no fair. You bodyguards can get quite tight-lipped when you want to. Oh well, here’s a question I want huge elaboration on. If you could rewrite any scene in your book, what would it be?

Simon: *Tilts his head in thought* I would have met Cammie sooner.

Okay, so you’re sticking to your guns. I’m heading back to Cammie. She certainly had a lot to lose if she didn’t get back what was rightfully hers. So, are you happy with how everything turned out, Cammie?

Cammie: *looks over at Simon and smiles* Yes, I am so happy. *Simon winks at Cammie* Things couldn’t be better.

Ahh, I have feeling there was a happy ever after to your story, and I’m sure there was ton of adventure along the way. Which leads me to the next question. Would either of you care for a sequel?

Simon: Yes, I’m ready for more adventure.

Cammie: *takes Simon’s hand and squeezes it* Of course! I feel like our love story is just beginning!

Hey, you two, now take it easy. Wait right there while I pull a chair up for your writer.

Welcome, Christy. As the writer, is there anything you’d like to say in response to your characters’ interview?

I want to thank Cammie and Simon for staying in my head until their story was told and shared with the world. Without my very first characters, I would have never been published and found what I was meant to do in life!

I’m so excited for you, and huge congratulations on your first book’s publication. Are you working on anything new at the moment? And if you are, when can we expect to see it?

Yes, I am working on the final book in the Simon & Cammie’s Series. Hopefully by the end of the year!

Here’s an excerpt:

Cammie wanted to cry. Why did she even come? Now they were both in danger. She pressed her lips together to hold in the emotion that threatened to escape.

Simon put his hands on her shoulders. “We’re going to find a way out, okay? I need you to trust me.”

She swallowed and nodded. Afraid for both their lives, she followed him, her feet growing heavy from the wet mud that clung to her boots and pants. The air was thick the further they went making it difficult to breathe.

“Look.” Simon pointed to a round opening in the ground to the right of them. It must have been ten feet wide and twenty feet deep. The bottom of the pit looked like gravel. He took out a small flashlight and shined it down into the hole. She looked down at what she had thought were only rocks but instead saw various shapes of dirty chunks of ice mixed in.

“Diamonds.” He shut off the flashlight and they continued through.

Cammie felt a crunch beneath her feet. She looked down and a scream slipped out. Simon put his hand over her mouth and looked down to see what caused her alarm.

“Is that human?” she asked looking down at half a rib cage.

Thanks so much for joining me. How can readers find you and your book?

Buy Links: AMAZON | BARNES & NOBLE | ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS

Author Website: http://www.christynewton.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Christy-Newton/359791990763912

Twitter: @CNewtonAuthor

Christy 014BIO:

Christy Newton is a hopeless romantic writer, inspired by art, love and hope. She was lucky to have the support of her family and friends in her journey to publication. She’s always been a creative person, but until she started writing, she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. Once her first novel was complete, it felt natural to continue writing. Christy just might be the only writer out there that doesn’t drink caffeine. Dark chocolate and warm cookies are her weaknesses. She loves to read books that make her laugh out loud or make her want to live in the place they are set in.

Author Interview with Calisa Rhose + GIVEAWAY!

RISK FACTORS

Love, like life, is not without risk.

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Veterinarian Vivian Dane has purchased her uncle’s practice in the tiny town of Wales, Missouri, where most residents still doubt her ability to treat their pets. But Viv is used to being considered less-worthy than her predecessors. After all, her parents are world-renowned wildlife vets, and most everyone is unimpressed she’s chosen to not follow directly in their footsteps. Now Connor, a patient’s owner, and is hot for Viv, but clearly doesn’t think she’s dating material because he has a daughter…who he believes no woman is good enough for.

Being a perfect dad is EMT paramedic Connor’s life focus. He can’t seem to stay away from sexy Doctor Viv, but attraction is as far as he’ll ever let it go. His mother abandoned him, leaving him to be raised in the foster system, and then his wife abandoned both him and their daughter. He absolutely will not risk bringing another woman into his little girl’s life and having her feel the hurt of being left…again.

Forfeiting is easier than attempting and failing. So why does Viv feel compelled to prove she’s a sure bet for Connor and his daughter? Can Connor trust Viv–and himself–enough to play the possibilities?

CONTENT WARNING: Happy-ever-after mixed with four-legged friends.

I hope you’ll all join me in welcoming author, Calisa Rhose, to my blog. Her latest book Risk Factors released March 4th with Lyrical Press. And wow, isn’t that a fabulous cover. Love it.

Calisa also has a giveaway, and those details are at the end of the post. She has some cool prizes up for grabs, so check them out.

Hey Calisa, so I’m going to start with a fun rapid fire question round.

– Nicknames? Lisa.

– Where do you live? Oklahoma, USA.

– Have you ever traveled abroad? Only in books. 😦

– Tea or coffee? Coffeeeeee!

– Favorite dessert? Fruit with cottage cheese.

– Dog or cat? Dog (but I love my cat).

– Beach or skiing? Definitely beach.

– Chocolate, or vanilla, or rocky road ice-cream? Black Walnut.

– Lemons or lemonade? Lemons.

– What’s your favorite time of the day to write? Late morning.

– Do you write on holiday? Absolutely!

– Last book you read? Currently reading “The Drake House” by Kelly Moran.

– Plotter or pantser? Pantser all the way.

– What three things would you take to a desert island? My laptop, stereo, a comfy blanket.

I would so take my laptop too, and then hope for some form of power to run it. 🙂

– So, tell us what started you on your journey to being a writer? My love of music, actually. I began writing surreal stories around rock bands when I was fifteen. Also, my earliest writing was poetry.

– If you decided not to be a writer, what would your other dream job be? Why? Anything with horses. I love horses and want to open a sanctuary for the beautiful creatures.

– Where would you live if you could live anywhere in the world? Somewhere in Ireland or somewhere warm.

– If you don’t mind, state a random fact about yourself that would surprise others? I can’t sleep in a bed that isn’t made right before I get in it. Last night I woke up and had to make the bed so I could sleep. I guess it’s OCD, but bed wrinkles bug me to distraction…literally. 🙂

– Do you have any suggestions for aspiring writers? Don’t listen to everything you hear. Rules are meant to be broken and trends to be ignored.

– What are you working on now? Haha! Which one? I have a fireman story I want to finish, a series, and other paranormal WIPs are in perpetual progress. Right this moment though, I’m working on something totally new for me. A ghost story with a twist.

EXCERPT:

“I guess I’ll get home.”

Viv barely nodded an acknowledgement.

Annoyance turned to anger. Without looking back, he went to his car, and pulled the door open with more force than was necessary.

It wasn’t as though he’d given Viv a reason to want to include him in her personal life. He didn’t want anything personal from her. Hell, he’d gone out of his way to prevent any closeness between them. Except when she was in his arms, and at those times they both seemed to forget who they really were. In fact, he didn’t know who the real Vivian was. Clumsy but cute veterinarian, stiff upper-class woman, or the sexy woman out to steal his heart?

“Connor?”

He looked over his shoulder. Viv was alone, no parents in sight that he could see. “They went to my place.”

“Then, you should go.”

One shoulder flinched in a light shrug. She smiled up at him, and damned if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever witnessed. She indicated the cemetery. “I told them this is about your family pet and that I’ll be along in a while.”

Her presence soothed away any lingering anger. Then the guilt hit. She’d already done such a selfless thing for him, and he repaid her with disregard. “What happened? Where did you go back there?”

Viv shook her head, her soft hair brushing over her coat collar, and he wanted to slide his hand under its silkiness, pull her to him, and kiss her. Then she was talking and he focused on her lips.

“It’s nothing. I didn’t have anything to say and…I was surprised by their unexpected arrival was all.”

She was lying, or at least unwilling to share that part of herself with him. Not that he blamed her. It wasn’t like he’d gone out of his comfort zone to share his family with her…and they lived ten minutes from him.

“You were saying something when they got here.” Her soft voice gently drew him back to the present.

Looking at her made him forget too many things, too easily. What had he been about to say? It was easier to recall their kisses of two nights ago; the softness of her lips on his. He searched through his mind and dragged the earlier conversation back out. Right, he’d been about to ask her to dinner. Well, she had company waiting for her, so that wouldn’t be polite now. But, in light of that, he had another idea. “Why don’t you let me take those chairs off your hands?”

Viv narrowed her eyes, then frowned. “That’s not what you were going to say.” She was smart as a judge, if not as steady as one, at times.

He grinned. “No. But it doesn’t matter. Go visit your folks. I’ll be here when they leave.”

“Will you?”

“I do live here, remember?”

She stared out into the growing dusk and nodded, then met his gaze. “It’s not like…sh–”

Her stammering told Connor more than any words could. She didn’t trust his intentions. Why should she? He hadn’t given her any reason to. He leaned against his car and pulled her between his legs, into his arms. The uncertainty in her face was new. He felt it, too. Somehow last night had changed things between them. He slid a hand under the pale veil as he’d craved, resting on her shoulders to massage her neck. Gently, slowly he dragged her close. He wanted to give her the opportunity to refuse, but he would kiss her.

BUY THE BOOK: Lyrical Press/ Amazon / Barnes&Noble

GIVEAWAY: Calisa will be picking at the end of her tour one winner to gift either a signature rose rock for a USA winner or a $10 GC of choice (Kindle or Nook) for one overseas or in Canada. Either winner will also get a PDF copy of Risk Factors. All you have to do is leave a comment at the end of this post, and you’ll be in the draw. Calisa will announce the winner on April 10th, and get in contact with that person.

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Small-town country girl Calisa Rhose has been writing since she was a teen in Oklahoma.

It wasn’t until 2005, while living in California, that she realized if “they” can do it there’s no reason why she couldn’t write and get published, too. That realization began her journey into the world of publishing. With a fun attraction to those rugged heroes in cowboy hats, she began writing contemporary cowboys first. Then Calisa discovered how romantic firemen and first responders are, and how truly dedicated they are to saving lives, helping people. She was ‘bought and paid for’ as she dug into research on Risk Factors. She’d love to hear from her readers at calisa.rhose@gmail.com and you can visit Calisa’s website at http://calisarhose.wordpress.com Find out about her books on the Bookshelf page. Twitter @Calisa_Rhose, Goodreads and Facebook

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Author Interview With Mae Clair

WEATHERING ROCK

Drawn together across centuries, will their love be strong enough to defeat an ancient curse?

Colonel Caleb DeCardian was fighting America’s Civil War on the side of the Union when a freak shower of ball lightning transported him to the present, along with rival and former friend, Seth Reilly. Adapting to the 21st century is hard enough for the colonel, but he also has to find Seth, who cursed him to life as a werewolf. The last thing on Caleb’s mind is romance. Then fetching Arianna Hart nearly runs him down with her car. He can’t deny his attraction to the outspoken schoolteacher, but knows he should forget her.

Arianna finds Caleb bewildering, yet intriguing: courtly manners, smoldering sensuality and eyes that glow silver at night? When she sees Civil War photographs featuring a Union officer who looks exactly like Caleb, she begins to understand the man she is falling in love with harbors multiple secrets–some of which threaten the possibility of their happiness.

Finding a decent guy who’ll commit is hard enough. How can she expect Caleb to forsake his own century to be with her?

Hey everyone. Please join me in welcoming Mae Clair, author of Weathering Rock to my blog.

Joanne: Mae, please tell us a little about your debut novel.

Mae: Thanks so much for inviting me to be here, Joanne. It’s a pleasure to be a guest on your blog!  WEATHERING ROCK is a paranormal romance with time travel. ! My hero is Caleb DeCardian, a former colonel for the Union Army during America’s Civil War. He’s a man who’s used to being in charge and having others respond to his orders without question.

Shortly after the Battle of Gettysburg, he’s transported to the 21st Century by a freak shower of ball lightning. When the novel opens, he’s already been living in the present for three years, hunting for the man who doomed him to life as a werewolf. Seth Reilly is his former friend, now a bitter rival, and the man responsible for cursing him with lycanthropy.

For someone who thrives on being in control, Caleb finds himself at the whim of a curse he’s powerless to resist, while facing the challenges of a new and confusing century. He has a highly defined sense of right and wrong; is noble at heart, but conflicted by what he’s become.

Then he meets Arianna Hart, my heroine, and suddenly he’s battling a different set of feelings. Romantic feelings. The path to true love and an HEA is never smooth, but these two have enormous odds stacked against them!

Joanne: How long have you been writing, and what drew you to the genre you’ve chosen?

Mae:  I’ve been writing stories since I was six years old. Spinning tales just always came naturally for me.  My dad dabbled in writing (he as an artist) and both of my parents were avid readers. From the time I was a kid, they encouraged that gift in me. As for my genre, over the years I’ve written everything from fantasy, sci-fi and horror to romance, inspirational and urban fantasy. I love to read across genres and enjoy writing across them too, but for now I’m content creating romantic stories. I love an HEA and given it’s now acceptable to add other elements (fantasy, myth, etc.) it feels like a perfect blend.

Joanne: What’s your biggest tip in the submission process that helped you land your contract?

Mae:  Honestly, I just went out on a limb and submitted. I was fortunate enough to get a contract the first time out, but I like to think I’d learned my craft through years of study, critiques and growth. I’d reached the point where I knew I was ready and it was time to get off my duff and start submitting. Without doing that, I would have stagnated and that wasn’t acceptable. I felt like a bird being pushed out of the nest. It was time to see if I could fly 🙂

 

Joanne: When you got your contract, and you realized your book had been accepted, what was your first thought?

Mae:  Um . . . is it real?

I remember speed-reading through the email because it seemed like an acceptance and I couldn’t believe it had happened. Then I went back and read it more slowly, savoring the words. The first thing I did was send my husband a text. I was at work (my day job) and wanted to bounce off the walls but had to wait until I got home. I think I walked around with a silly grin on my face for the rest of that day.

 

Joanne: With the contract for Weathering Rock in your hands, how long was it until your book was released?

Mae:  I signed the contract with Lyrical Press on March 5, 2012. The official release date for WEATHERING ROCK was October 8th, 2012, although it showed up on Amazon, B&N and most other sites about a week early.

 

Joanne: What’s your next book or books?

MaeThanks so much for asking! I have another release with Lyrical Press, called TWELFTH SUN, scheduled for August 2013.

It revolves around a treasure hunt for a valuable marine artifact. My heroine, Reagan Cassidy, has been asked by her uncle to work with a friend who’s a renowned authority in the field of marine archeology. She agrees, thinking he’s going to be a stodgy old man, close to her uncle’s age. Instead, she gets Dr. Elijah Cross, a quirky twenty-five year old who looks like a grunge musician and who has held a Ph.D. for several years. Reagan is an ‘older’ woman at thirty-five, but once they start working together, the sparks and attraction fly.

I’m also working on the sequel to WEATHERING ROCK and a romantic mystery with inspirational undertones.

 

Joanne: I’m going to have a fun rapid fire question round.

Tea or coffee?  That’s a tough one, LOL! Right now I’ll say coffee because I’m addicted to my Kuerig, but I also love tea.

Have you ever traveled to New Zealand? No, but I would love to. The scenery is beautiful. Can you bottle some and send it my way? 🙂

Dog or cat?  Cat. They’re a weakness of mine.

Beach or skiing?  Definitely beach!

Chocolate, or vanilla, or rocky road ice-cream? Rocky Road. Although if that hadn’t been an option, I would have chosen vanilla.

Lemons or lemonade? Lemonade. I’ve always been a glass half-full person.

Do you write on holiday? You mean like a vacation? I generally don’t write, but it’s a great time to gather ideas and be inspired. I always have a tablet with me and take lots of notes.

Do you brainstorm during your sleep? Constantly!

Favorite food? Maine lobster tails.

What three things would you take to a desert island? My hubby, my Kindle Fire and a cat.

 

Joanne– Where can readers find you, and your book?

Mae—

I’m  at the following haunts:

Website
Blog
Twitter (@MaeClair1)
Facebook Author Page
Lyrical Press Author Page
Amazon Author Page
Goodreads
Book Blogs

Buy WEATHERING ROCK at:

Amazon
Barnes and Noble
Kobo
Lyrical Press
iBooks

View Book Trailer for WEATHERING ROCK

 

Joanne– Thanks for stopping by, Mae, and huge congratulations to you on your debut release. (Which I’m currently reading, and thoroughly enjoying.)

Mae–  Thank you for having me, Joanne. It was such a delight to be here. You were one of the first authors I connected with when I ventured online and it’s been a true pleasure to get to know you. I’m flattered to be able to share a little of myself and my book with your readers!

EXCERPT–

“Stop it!” Arianna shook off Wyn’s grip, pivoting to face him. “Are you crazy?”

Before he could answer, something slammed against the door. Caleb screamed. The sound knifed through her like the violent jolt of an electrical wire.

“Caleb!” She launched herself at the door, panicked and terrified by the thought of the man she loved in horrific pain.

“Don’t!” Wyn stiff-armed her aside and grabbed the knob, forcibly holding it in place. “Get a chair. Something, anything! We’ve got to keep him locked inside.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Arianna, get a fricking chair. Now!”

There was another crash, and then a bang as something heaved against the door, making it shudder from top to bottom. Arianna heard a snarl that turned her blood to ice. The door rattled in its frame, weakening as something battered against it. Something inhuman locked in the room with Caleb.

A cold fist clamped over her stomach.

“Wyn, what’s going on?”

“Chair!” he spat. “Get me a damn chair.”

The raw urgency of his voice plowed through her confusion. She darted into the dining room, snagged a chair, and dragged it into the hallway. The thing in the parlor was still hammering away, heaving itself against the door in an attempt to burst through. Wyn’s face was white with strain as he struggled to hold the door shut with both hands. He rammed the top of the chair beneath the knob, wedging it securely into place. A blood-thirsty howl exploded from the other side, kicking Arianna’s heartbeat into overdrive.

“My God, Wyn, what’s going on?” She lurched for the door.

“Don’t. You don’t know what you’re doing.” Wyn caught her around the waist and swung her up against the wall.

She tried to squirm free. “I know Caleb’s trapped in there. We have to help him! There’s something in the room. Can’t you hear it?”

He held her wrists, pinning her arms to the wall. “Listen to me!” His eyes were wild, his face inches from hers. With a single frenetic skip of her heart, she realized he was as terrified as she was.

“There’s nothing in the room. Only Caleb. Do you hear me, Arianna? It’s Caleb.”

“No!” She shook her head, unwilling to believe what he told her, but another ear-splitting snarl fanned her fear higher. Nothing made sense. Not the stark fear in Wyn’s eyes, the sweat-slickened grip of his palms crushing her wrists or the chillingly inhuman sounds coming from the parlor. The man she loved could never sound so guttural or barbarous.

“I don’t care!” She ripped free of his hold. “I don’t care if he’s by himself or in there with something else. You have to help him!”

She lunged for the door, but Wyn grappled her around the waist, holding fast. They were still struggling when the sound of shattering glass rang through the narrow center hall of Weathering Rock.

BIO–

Mae Clair knew from the time she entered grade school that she wanted to be a writer. She credits her parents with instilling in her an insatiable love of reading through weekly trips to the library when she was a child. Her father, an artist who tinkered with writing, encouraged her to create characters and make-believe worlds by spinning tales of far-off places on summer nights beneath the stars.

Inspired by folktales, legends and things-that-go-bump-in-the-night, she loves to blend the fantastical with the ordinary. Her heroes are known to be flawed and complex, her heroines capable, independent and sexy.

Throughout the years she has been actively involved in various writing and critique groups and is a past President of the Central Pennsylvania Writers’ Organization.  She lives in Pennsylvania and is married to her high school sweetheart (a.k.a. the Love of Her Life). In her downtime she enjoys reading, digital scrapbooking and unwinding with her husband by the pool when the fickle PA weather permits.   A self-admitted idealist, Mae is passionate about writing, old photographs, a good Maine lobster tail and cats.