Elsie Love author of Confessions of a PTA Mafia Mom

Great cover, huh? Well, in this case you CAN judge a book by its cover.

See, I got the opportunity to read Confessions of a PTA Mafia Mom, and I’m here to tell you it’s a great read. Even better that I got to read it on my phone’s Kindle app (too cool), but the book itself is a delightfully crazy roller coaster ride of one women’s trials with the PTA.

Elaine has hit the brick wall of a midlife crises. She’s depressed and every other part of her life is starting to suffer. She doesn’t care about her appearance, her children consider her an embarrassment, and her husband has been treating her like furniture. But all this changes when she gets sucked into the Herschel Grammar School PTA. Run by Suni Calverson, a woman drunk off what little power she has as PTA president. But there’s more going on than school dress code and bake sales. There’s kick backs, payoffs, and much, much more.

I can’t say a lot or I’ll spoil the story, but trust me when I tell you, Confessions will make you laugh, cry, and cringe. You’ll want to trade places with Elaine all the while glad she’s the one who joined the crazy PTA while your group is normal. Or is it…

I promise, you’ll never look at the PTA the same way again!

And once you’ve read it, stop by and tell Elsie how much you liked it–

http://www.elsielove.com/

Vonnie Davis author of Storm’s Interlude

I’m so glad you stopped by today! I’ve got something special in store. First let me welcome our guest Vonnie Davis (‘cuz she’s a big part of the something special) Vonnie?

Hi, Amie, I’ve been looking forward to visiting on your blog. What shall we talk about? Hmm?

Fashion?

Heels?

Chocolate?

Men?

Ooops, hold still, Amie, you’ve got drool on your chin. (**gives saucy wink**)  Oh, I can see you enjoy the finer things in life, too. And he is fine, isn’t he?

One of the major perks in our profession of writing romance is creating sexy, sensual, lovable men—from corporate chiefs to mercenaries to highland warriors to werewolves to cowboys and every delightful form in-between. Of course we don’t create them perfect, for in the right man, even faults are lovable as long as they don’t hurt our heroine.

My first book was recently released by The Wild Rose Press. Storm’s Interlude is the love story between a home care nurse, Rachel, and Storm, the twin brother of her patient. Rachel has recently escaped a relationship with an abusive man. She’s sworn to herself that she’ll never be treated like that again. And although sparks arc between her and Storm, she’s wary of his temper and domineering personality.

Storm is a family man. He’s always protected his twin sister, Sunny, and he adores his nephew, Sawyer. Now this opinionated nurse has driven into his life—lock, stock and blue eyes. She renders this big, strong rancher helpless to resist.

Let me share a poolside scene with you:

He hunkered in front of the child. “Want to ride with me for a while? We’ll go check on those new mustangs.”

“Yeah! Can I go wif Unkie Storm, Mommy?” The child was doing his happy dance.

“You’ll have to put on dry clothes. Jeans and a t-shirt.” Sunny was breathless as she collapsed onto a chaise lounge. “Whew, I’m tired.”

“You rest. I’ll get him dressed. Come on, partner.” Storm spared Rachel an irritated glance. “I hope you haven’t overextended my sister. She’s out of breath.”

“She just swam her first lap across the pool. Naturally, she’s out of breath.”

He grabbed Rachel’s arm and yanked her to him. “Laps? You have my sick sister swimming laps? Are you nuts?”

She winced at the pain. Her heart was beating like a bass beat on a rap song. She didn’t know if it was anger, fear or leftover desire from earlier this morning. Whichever, she didn’t like it. Her gaze went to his calloused hand squeezing her arm and then quickly swept to his hard, black eyes. “Kindly remove your hand.”

When it tightened, she glanced at Sawyer who had crawled onto his mother’s lap. For his sake, she whispered, “Not in front of the child.”

Storm’s dark eyes blinked twice and his grip loosened. He turned to his nephew. “Are you ready to get dry clothes on, buddy?”

“Are you being damned bossy to Wachel again?” Sawyer’s eyes were big as he cowered against his mommy.

“Sawyer Dalton Brentwood!” Sunny shook a finger at her son in admonition.

Storm hunkered down again in front of the boy. “It’s alright, sister. I was being damned bossy. Don’t growl at him.” He reached out to take Sawyer’s hand. The child pulled back. “I’m sorry if Unkie Storm scared you.”

“You haf’ta say ‘sowwy’ to Wachel.” Sawyer crawled off his mother’s lap and ran to Rachel, wrapping his little arms around her knees.

Storm stood and sighed, his hands on his hips. “You’re right, partner. Rachel, I’m sorry I snapped at you. I’ve always protected Sunny and, well, I’m just worried about her.”

“That’s okay.” When she had him alone, she’d tell him she didn’t like his grabbing her in anger. She’d tell him how she saw it as abuse. Not now in front of the child, but soon. She refused to put up with abuse from another man. One trip down that road had been enough.

“Now, kiss and make up.” Sunny beamed a mischievous smile.

Sawyer clapped his hands. “Yeah, Unkie Storm, kiss Wachel. I kissed her before. It was fun. Go ‘head. She don’t bite.”

Storm chuckled. “No, but I might.”

A duet of “Kiss her, kiss her,” erupted from Sunny and Sawyer.

Storm rolled his eyes and stepped closer.

Rachel shook her head. “No.”

He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes locked on hers and he lowered his head. Warm lips pressed a kiss to her forehead. She reached up and placed her hands on his forearms, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. He laid his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry I was so rough earlier.”

Perhaps now was the time to tell him how she felt, when he seemed open and receptive. “I don’t like abusive men. They frighten me. I avoid them at all costs.”

Storm went still, a muscle bunched in his cheek. His voice barely a whisper when he spoke, a whisper so sensually tender it spun a web of privacy around them as if they were the only two souls in the vast, beautiful hill country of Texas. “You think I could be abusive?” He stepped closer so their thighs touched. Her stomach fluttered in response.

Their eyes locked. Their breaths mingled. His one hand lightly stroked her neck. Warmth rushed through her. “Never, honey. Especially, never to you. I don’t abuse my animals and I don’t abuse women. God treasures both, and so do I.” He cupped her face. “I’m finding I treasure you.” His gaze swept to her open mouth. “Treasure you more than I have a right to, my sweet mouse.” He brought his mouth to hers and showed her how sweetly gentle and tender he could be.

“Wow, Unkie Storm, you kissed her a weally long time. You must be weally, weally sowwy.”

See? Special–I toldja! 

Okay, everybody, say a big thanks to generous Vonnie for sharing because if I had a guy like Storm, I’m not sure I’d want to let even one piece of him go!

(And everyone says, “Thanks, Vonnie!”)

Now really show how much you liked it, and click below and buy the book!

BUY LINKS:

The Wild Rose Press – http://bit.ly/rcCIMa

Amazon –  http://amzn.to/pkkcLq

Nook Version — http://bit.ly/pb9DQd

Vonnie blogs at http://www.vintagevonnie.blogspot.com

Vonnie’s website: http://www.vonniedavis.com

Lot’s of <3– Amie

Karen Nutt and Steampunk

The buzz word going around right now in the romance communty is Steampunk. Now, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I hadn’t the foggiest idea what this meant. And even worse, I was too afraid to ask and look stupid. So what did I do? I googled it, of course! But for anyone else out there, who doesn’t know and hasn’t googled, my special guest today is going to shed some light on this new, innovative genre. So put your cyber hands together and join in a “blog” round of applause for Karen  Michelle Nutt. Take it away, Karen!

Steampunk and the Wild West 

By Karen Michelle Nutt

 Steampunk is a relatively new sub-genre where science fiction, fantasy, alternate history or speculative fiction come into play.

Works of steampunk have been set in the Victorian era with futuristic innovations as the Victorians had envisioned. Prime example is H.G. Well’s, Jules Verne’s, and Mary Shelley tales. One of my favorite authors, Tim Powers combined time travel and fantasy for his steampunk tale, The Anubis Gate.

However, steampunk isn’t just for the Victorian era. The Wild Wild West T.V. series was a prime example of steampunk set in the wild west. The series told the story of two Secret Service agents. One was a gunslinger that was played by Robert Conrad and Ross Martin played the brilliant gadgeteer. Their mission was to protect President Ulysses S. Grant and the United States from danger. The agents traveled in their own train, which of course had a stable car set up as a laboratory. The show had everything, cowboys, spies and villains. The stories combined science fiction and an alternate history. It was a James Bond tale set in the wild west. There were always clever gadgets, beautiful women and of course a delusional villain. In the 90s they retold the story in a movie with starring Will Smith.

My steampunk western, Storm Rider (available in the Western Saga anthology) takes place in the mining town in Bodie, California. The Storm Riders ride the storms for time travel. Their mission is to keep the time line flowing. There are three destines, three paths for each decision a person makes, but if one of the roads becomes tangled, a Storm Rider must step in and repair the rift before the dimensions collide. I’ve combined the western, fantasy (time travel), and historical elements for my tale. It’s how I’d imagine the wild west would look if the future stopped by for a visit.

I want to thank Amie for having me here today and letting me share. J

Blurb for Storm Rider (available in the Western Saga Anthology):

Samantha Skelley and Denny Randeli are sent to 1879 Bodie, California, one of the wildest towns of the west. It should have been an easy snatch and rescue, but Ace McTavish is determined to put himself in harms way. Samantha and Denny are forced to help him with his plans before they take the next storm ride home.

Samantha and Ace’s attraction for each other sparks into forbidden territory, both knowing their relationship can never be. However, fate may surprise the star-crossed lovers and rewrite the passage of time.

Excerpt from Storm Riders

The hangman, a tall broad-shouldered man stood on the other side of Ace with his feet apart and his hands behind his back. The Deputy took his place near the steps.

Samantha studied Ace, her gaze sliding over him in admiration. Long, lean, and rather handsome even with a few days growth on his chin. He wore a brown cowboy hat, but his long hair peeked out. The color gleamed a rich dark brown as the sun beat down on the thick strands.

His eyes shifted in a subtle manner as if he were looking for someone.

“You have little faith,” she whispered. She raised her hand, tapping her cowboy hat with a subtle gesture, but it caught his attention. For a split second, a look of surprised recognition flitted across his features. He didn’t believe she’d show. She gave him a slight nod. He faced forward then with his shoulders back, standing tall before the crowd that chanted his death song.

The hangman lifted McTavish’s hat to place the black cloth over his face, but Ace moved his head away. The hangman shrugged with indifference. Ace had the right to face his accusers. The hangman draped the rope around McTavish’s neck, placing his hat firmly back down on his head. Then he tightened the rope around his neck. The reverend continued his sermon to save Ace’s soul rather than words to comfort him.

Samantha tapped her earpiece. “Are you ready, Denny?”

“Aren’t I always, luv?”

Her lips curved. “Let’s show these eegits the meaning of a real show, shall we?”

“Your words are pure poetry to my ears, Sammy.”

Denny could shoot a flea off a dog and she wasn’t exaggerating. Denny was the best sharpshooter at the SR institute. She won her share of metals too, but horses were her specialty. She grew up on a ranch, spending more time on a horse than anywhere else. She would be able to outrun whoever tried to come after them.

She kept her eyes on the hangman’s hand. The reverend closed his book and gave a nod. The hangman’s hand pressed the lever and the prisoner dropped. At the same time a shot rang out, severing the rope before it could constrict around McTavish’s neck and break it.

Her horse tensed, but she stroked his neck and leaned forward. “You’re fine, boy. Stay with me.”

People screamed and ducked. Deputy Goodman who stood at the foot of the stairs drew his gun, looking for the man responsible for the interruption.

He kept the patrons hopping with shots flying over their heads. Deputy Chester couldn’t leave the scaffold, the way the bullets flew at his feet, making him dance a jig.

Bless you, Denny Randeli.

Samantha didn’t waste time and rammed her feet into the horse’s flank, sending them flying forward through the crowd of scrambling people. McTavish looked stunned, but he was already working to free his hands.

“Need some help, cowboy.” She tipped back her hat and smiled. She pulled her knife out and he stumbled back. “Don’t be stupid. Let me cut the ropes.”

“Who are ye, lass?” His thick Scottish brogue laced his words.

“I’m the woman who’s going to save your arse. Now turn around and let me cut you free.”

He didn’t hesitate now, whirling around and giving her his backside. A nice backside, too, but now wasn’t the time to admire it. Keeping the horse steady, she leaned down and slashed the binds free from his hands. She shoved the knife back in its holder and offered her hand.

He turned to stare at her. In the bright of day, his eyes stood out like clear green gems with no other pigment clouding the color.

“Come on.” She thrust out her gloved hand.

His grip was firm as he swung up behind her.

“Hold on,” she told him. “Hiyah!” The horse bolted at the command and her sudden slam of her boot heel against its flank. She maneuvered around the scrambling crowd with ease and jumped over obstacles in her way.

“St. Brigid in Heaven, you’re an angel.” McTavish clung to her, his hands around her waist—warm and large, the heat from him sent a strange feeling to the pit of her stomach.

She shook her head. It was the thrill of the escape, not how McTavish felt against her. She tried to convince herself with no avail.

“Do you have the package?” Denny’s voice echoed in her ear, making her focus.

“Got him and we’re on the right trail to lose anyone who follows. We’ll stop at the first hideout and see if there’s trouble. If it looks clear, we’ll meet you back at the safe house tonight.

“Be safe,” Denny told her.

“Back at you.”

“Who are ye talkin’ to, darlin’?” McTavish leaned his head next to hers, his breath whispering against her cheek.

“None of your concern, cowboy. Just keep holding on. We have a rough ride ahead of us if we want to cover our tracks.”

She thought she heard him chuckle. “Oh, doonae fash yerself. I willnae let go.”

Short Bio: Karen Michelle Nutt resides in California with her husband, three fascinating children, and a houseful of demanding pets. Jack, her Chihuahua/Yorkshire terrier is her writing buddy and sits long hours with her at the computer.

Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, historical or time travel, all her stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena—falling in love.

Visit the author at: http://www.kmnbooks.com

Stop by her blog for Monday interviews, chats and contests at:

http://kmnbooks.blogspot.com

I don’t know about the rest of you, but if the other stories are half as interesting as this one, they are well worth the read!!! So stretch your imagination and see what alternate past might be in store for you in Storm Rider…what are you waiting for? Do it now! :)

Happy reading! <3 Amie

Skyrockets Blog Hop

Welcome to the Sky Rockets In Flight Blog Hop Delight!

What a fun Contest and super easy to win! All you have to do is sign up to follow my blog and you’re entered! The prize you ask? An e-copy of my new book, Brodie’s Bride. Here’ a sneak peek! :)

Blurb–
Waking up next to a beautiful golden-haired stranger isn’t the worst thing that has ever happened to Brodie Harper, but staying in a fake marriage in order to gain a new construction contract could very well be.

Savanna Morgan just wanted a way out of an engagement to a man she didn’t love. Marrying Brodie seemed liked the perfect answer at the time. Less perfect the next morning when she finds herself disowned by her father and flat broke. Now she must make it through the weekend. Monday they can get it all annulled and forget it ever happened.

The real problem may be keeping their hands off each other until then.

Excerpt—
“On Monday, after our appointment, you’re leaving.”
“I have to go home,” she said quietly, turning away from him to stare into the postage-stamp sized back yard.
“But we have an agreement for the weekend. I think we should have some ground rules.”
“Good idea.” Savanna clapped her hands, then rubbed them together as if she were ready to get down to business. “Like what?”
“We only have two working bedrooms here,” Brodie said. “Mine and Nan’s. Do you mind sharing a room with me?”
Her pupils dilated, and he knew she was thinking about the scarlet room they had shared last night.
“My room has two beds,” he continued. “We can be like Lucy and Ricky.”
She smiled. “If it was good enough for the Ricardos, I’m sure I can handle it for a few days.”
“We may not so lucky at the Sullivan’s.”
Sobering, she nodded. “If there’s only one bed there, we can just take turns sleeping in it.”
“Fair enough.” Brodie said. “Now, as a married couple—especially at the ranch—we’ll be expected to act like a married couple.”
“Okay. But only around others. When we’re alone, we can act like we’re not married.”
“Correct. But sometimes…” He took a step closer to where she leaned against the porch railing. “Sometimes married people hold hands.”
He reached out and took her fingers into his own. Her skin was velvet soft and smelled so sweet, like the mountains after a rain.
“I—I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Sometimes married couples put their arms around each other.” He placed her hands behind his neck, then slid his arms around her waist.
“That’s okay,” she whispered. He watched as she swallowed hard.
“And sometimes married people kiss. Just a peck here and a peck there. Are you going to have a problem with that?”
“Huh-uh.” She shook her head.
“Maybe we should practice,” he rasped, bending his head close to hers.
“Maybe,” she repeated before he brushed his lips across hers once, then twice.
His intent had been the small, nearly chaste kiss of old married couple, but once he got close to Savanna, once he could smell her sweetness and taste her heady essence, he couldn’t stop himself.
He pulled her close to him, gathering handfuls of her tank top, securing her to him. Over and over he slanted his mouth across hers. Over and over, deeper and deeper, until her whimper brought him back.
He released her, his breath rasping in and out of his lungs in hard painful gasps.
She grasped the edge of the porch railing, looking as disturbed as he felt.
With demonstrations like that, they may not ever convince Blair and Nan their marriage was an accidental twist of fate, but they would surely convince Red Sullivan their passion was for real.
Brodie ran his fingers through his hair, just one more gesture to keep from reaching for Savanna again.
“There,” he managed to croak. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

One lucky winner will be drawn at the end of the contest. So sign up and cross your fingers!

Thanks for stopping by! <3 Amie

Here’s the link to take you back to the linky page! LINK

<3 Amie

Lisa Becker–author of Click: An Online Love Story

Oooo…Do I have a special treat for you today! Lisa Becker is here and blogging about her new book, Click: An Online Love Story.

But you didn’t come to hear what I had to say, you came to hear her. So take it away, Lisa…

It was 1994 and I was a graduate student studying public relations at Boston University.  (Boy, I’m really showing my age here, huh?)  I was asked to interview Charles Rosen, a producer for the original “Beverly Hills 90210,” for an article in the alumni magazine.   With me being from Los Angeles, the magazine editors figured he and I would have a lot in common.  And considering they used to film some of the “90210” scenes down the street from my childhood home, I thought we would hit it off.   The “California connection” certainly helped kick things off nicely and it was a fascinating, albeit brief, conversation.

Little did I know at the time, that one piece of advice from Mr. Rosen during our interview would serve me well throughout my career.  During our chat, he said, “Don’t fall in love with your words, because somebody above will probably change them.”

After graduate school, I moved to Atlanta and worked at a small PR agency for nearly three years.  And, for the last 13+ years, I’ve been with one of the largest global PR firms.  I’ve worked with some of the biggest consumer companies in the world including McDonald’s, Ford, Sony, and Gatorade.  And, I’ve spent countless hours writing news releases, bylined articles, marketing proposals, brochures, advertising copy, public service announcements, radio copy, mat columns, fact sheets, photo captions, media alerts, pitch letters, letters to the editor, video news releases, etc.

And, I’ve carried Mr. Rosen’s words with me every day as colleagues, bosses and clients have “changed my words” sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse.

When it came time for me to write something personal, based on my own experiences and initially for my own pleasure, I relished the opportunity to write what I wanted, how I wanted and when I wanted.  You see, my husband and I met online on a popular dating website. After we married, I was recalling some of the hilarious experiences that I had with both traditional and online dating. I decided to capture some of them in writing and from there, a novel emerged.  Click: An Online Love Story is about a young woman’s search for love online in Los Angeles with the entire story told in emails between her and her friends, as well as the gentlemen suitors she meets online.

It was only after I considered publishing the book that I nervously harkened back to Mr. Rosen’s advice.  But, I took the plunge and explored the traditional publishing route, getting feedback from multiple literary agents.  One suggested that I rewrite the book into a typical format with just a few emails here and there.  But I wanted to stay true to my vision.    Another agent explained the current economic state of the publishing industry to me.  Due to the large investment to edit, produce, distribute and market a work by an unknown author, many large publishers won’t take the risk.  She recommended self publishing as a way to get my work out there and allow me to control the process.

And, so, I decided to self publish Click: An Online Love Story.  And honestly, I couldn’t be happier.  For better or worse, this is the story I wanted to tell, the way I wanted to tell it.  Thankfully, readers and reviewers seem to be enjoying it.

And so, thanks to the popularity and ease of self publishing, I say to all of the aspiring writers out there, “Go ahead and fall in love with your words.”

I’ve read Click and let me tell you it is easy to fall in love with! Click is a witty, witty read. Lisa Becker takes four unlikely friends on one’s journey through internet dating. Tired of the traditional dating scene, Renee allows friend Mark to convince her to sign up for an online dating service. Through “Choose Jews” Renee meets a menagerie of men including a cyber stalker, a serial texter, and  great guy who just might be the one.  Click is told entirely through emails back and forth between the friends. I admit to skimming over the to/from section (at the beginning of each email) to get to the best part. At times I lost my place and had to back track. My fault or the author’s? Mine. Definitely mine.

Lisa has a great handle on the voices of her characters which is a commendable feat considering no one actual speaks. But even through their emails, they come alive—Mark’s compulsive, Renee’s got a low self-esteem, Ashley is a goody-goody (though she’s incredibly likeable), and Shelley’s a…well, Shelley’s a slut. :) And all of them quickly became my friends as I rooted for Ashley and her impossible relationship with boyfriend Evan, laughed at the nicknames Shelley gave her conquests, and rolled my eyes with a smile on my face as Mark complied list after list and did his research on EVERYTHING! lol And Renee? I was behind Renee all the way, hoping and praying that she might actually come out on top in this crazy dating scene.

Click is humorous, well-written, and an enjoyable read. Kudos to Lisa Becker for a unique idea that so clearly shows the sign of the times–internet dating—in this era of computers.

And even more of a treat, I got to ask Lisa some questions about Click, and here’s what she had to say–

Your bio says you met your husband through internet dating. How much of your book is based off actual dates/events that you experienced?

Well, a true lady never kisses and tells.  Click is loosely based on my real-life dating experiences, as well as stories friends have shared with me.  In some cases, things are written as they actually occurred.  Other scenarios are exaggerated for entertainment value or comedic affect.  And some scenarios are completely fictionalized. I really did go out on a date with someone I met online who started every story (no joke!) with “My buddies and I were out drinking last night.”  The ultimate goal was to create a fun read for anyone who has ever had a bad date, been in love, been dumped, or is searching for “the one.”  But, the happy ending is real.  I met my husband online.  We’ve been happily married for about eight years and have two amazing daughters – ages 6 and 4.

Click’s four main “friend” characters are all very different from each other. Which of them was the hardest for you to identify with and why?

Honestly, it was easy to identify in some way with all of them, which is probably why they are written the way they are.  Each character is inspired in some way by someone I know and love.

 Is there one “friend” in particular that you more readily identify with?

I most readily identify with Renee.  She and I share a lot of qualities including a self-depreciating sense of humor, fear of flying, motivation in our PR careers and love of baking.  But, my favorite character is Shelley.  She’s confident, brash, outrageous and wholly unapologetic for her choices.  She was so fun to write.  Her hilarious habit of giving nicknames to her “man du jour” was inspired by a childhood friend of mine who had a nickname for a guy in college that she admired from across the dorm cafeteria.  She called him Maverick because he looked like Tom Cruise in Top Gun.  Much like Shelley, she is a self-confident, gorgeous, lovely gal and it wasn’t long before they met and dated for a spell.

What was the biggest challenge for you, writing a book with absolutely no direct dialogue?

The hardest part was keeping the timeline and email exchanges organized.  Sometimes, I would have to look back a few pages earlier to make sure I had cc’d or bcc’d the right people on an email and that the subject lines were consistent.  In some cases, there were replies to forwards to replies.  Keeping it all straight was a challenge, but essential to the book’s format.

Click has a very clever format—now the dreaded question—where did you get the idea?

Many years ago, I read a book called e by Matthew Beaumont which tells the story of a fictitious ad agency vying for a big account, with the story all told in emails.  I thought that narrative style would work really well for the story I wanted to tell about the online dating world.  It was a modern way of storytelling that fit the topic and the times.

Anything new in the works that you’d like to tell us about?

Since Click was published, I’ve been asked numerous times when the sequel is coming out.  I have started jotting down notes and have a working title, Double Click.  I would love to incorporate reader feedback into it, so if someone has an idea of what they would like to see happen next for Renee, Shelley, Ashley or Mark, please stop by the Facebook fansite and post suggestions.

Whoo-hoo–all the more reason go get your copy of Click:  An Online Love Story today! Click the link– Get it…? Click? it’s– oh, never mind! Just buy the book. You won’t regret it!

https://www.createspace.com/3565336 

Happy Reading! <3 Amie

Sky Rockets In Flight Blog Hop Delight

Welcome to the Sky Rockets In Flight Blog Hop Delight!

What a fun Contest and super easy to win! All you have to do is Sign up to follow my blog and you’re entered! The prize you ask? An e-copy of my new book, Brodie’s Bride. Here’ a sneak peek! :)

Blurb–
Waking up next to a beautiful golden-haired stranger isn’t the worst thing that has ever happened to Brodie Harper, but staying in a fake marriage in order to gain a new construction contract could very well be.

Savanna Morgan just wanted a way out of an engagement to a man she didn’t love. Marrying Brodie seemed liked the perfect answer at the time. Less perfect the next morning when she finds herself disowned by her father and flat broke. Now she must make it through the weekend. Monday they can get it all annulled and forget it ever happened.

The real problem may be keeping their hands off each other until then.

Excerpt—
“On Monday, after our appointment, you’re leaving.”
“I have to go home,” she said quietly, turning away from him to stare into the postage-stamp sized back yard.
“But we have an agreement for the weekend. I think we should have some ground rules.”
“Good idea.” Savanna clapped her hands, then rubbed them together as if she were ready to get down to business. “Like what?”
“We only have two working bedrooms here,” Brodie said. “Mine and Nan’s. Do you mind sharing a room with me?”
Her pupils dilated, and he knew she was thinking about the scarlet room they had shared last night.
“My room has two beds,” he continued. “We can be like Lucy and Ricky.”
She smiled. “If it was good enough for the Ricardos, I’m sure I can handle it for a few days.”
“We may not so lucky at the Sullivan’s.”
Sobering, she nodded. “If there’s only one bed there, we can just take turns sleeping in it.”
“Fair enough.” Brodie said. “Now, as a married couple—especially at the ranch—we’ll be expected to act like a married couple.”
“Okay. But only around others. When we’re alone, we can act like we’re not married.”
“Correct. But sometimes…” He took a step closer to where she leaned against the porch railing. “Sometimes married people hold hands.”
He reached out and took her fingers into his own. Her skin was velvet soft and smelled so sweet, like the mountains after a rain.
“I—I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Sometimes married couples put their arms around each other.” He placed her hands behind his neck, then slid his arms around her waist.
“That’s okay,” she whispered. He watched as she swallowed hard.
“And sometimes married people kiss. Just a peck here and a peck there. Are you going to have a problem with that?”
“Huh-uh.” She shook her head.
“Maybe we should practice,” he rasped, bending his head close to hers.
“Maybe,” she repeated before he brushed his lips across hers once, then twice.
His intent had been the small, nearly chaste kiss of old married couple, but once he got close to Savanna, once he could smell her sweetness and taste her heady essence, he couldn’t stop himself.
He pulled her close to him, gathering handfuls of her tank top, securing her to him. Over and over he slanted his mouth across hers. Over and over, deeper and deeper, until her whimper brought him back.
He released her, his breath rasping in and out of his lungs in hard painful gasps.
She grasped the edge of the porch railing, looking as disturbed as he felt.
With demonstrations like that, they may not ever convince Blair and Nan their marriage was an accidental twist of fate, but they would surely convince Red Sullivan their passion was for real.
Brodie ran his fingers through his hair, just one more gesture to keep from reaching for Savanna again.
“There,” he managed to croak. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

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