Release Day!!

LPOT release day

 

Happy Release Day to Love Potion and Other Travesties. I know for some of you the blurb and characters may seem a bit familiar. That’s because Love Potion and Other Travesties is the sweet version of Love Potion Me, Baby. Sweet in a romance writer’s vocabulary means no sex.

This is the original version of the Love Potion tale. But when I got ready to submit the story, I knew that it would have to have sex scenes in order to be accepted by my publisher at that time.

So the story’s the same, the characters are the same, the crazy blue love potion shampoo is the same. But I wanted to make this version available for those who might prefer it.

Thanks for reading!

Amie

Coming Soon…

lovepotionsweet1.0So excited to announce my next release: a sweet version of Love Potion Me, Baby! This is the same great story, but without sex. We’re going to call this PG. There’s minimal light swearing and lots of sexual tension, but that’s as far as it goes. This is the original version of the  story. And I’m thrilled to be sharing it with you! Release date: July 9th!

 

Spotlight On…Teri Anne Stanley and Deadly Chemistry

Today I have a special treat. My agency sib Teri Anne Stanley is here with her new release, Deadly Chemistry. I’ve had the pleasure of reading Deadly Chemistry (review in the works) and wow! This book is fun, intelligent, hot, and all around fabulous! This is one book you don’t want to miss. But to hold you over until Amazon loads, here’s Terri Anne–

Thank you for inviting me to share my book! I’m in a state of “I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

FYI, from June 23-30, Deadly Chemistry is .99!!! Heck, even if you hate it, it’s not like you’re out a whole cup of Starbucks!

perf5.000x8.000.inddDEADLY CHEMISTRY, By Teri Anne Stanley

Some chemical reactions generate too much heat…

Former undercover cop Mike Gibson has been lying low, working as a maintenance man to put
his troubled younger brother through college. But when a beautiful scientist enlists Mike’s help
to repair the damage done to her lab by a group of vandals, Mike finds that his, and his
brother’s pasts, are about to be brought to light.

Lauren Kane was happy having a secret crush on the hot maintenance man at Tucker University,
but when the drug she was studying is stolen, Lauren has a chance to get to know Mike in
person. The problem is, he seems to know more about what’s going on than any maintenance
man should. But then the drug turns up in the wrong hands, and Mike and Lauren have to
decide if their own chemistry will help, or hinder, the race to save innocent lives.

BUY LINKS:

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AMAZON: http://amzn.to/1oYlB7N

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BARNES AND NOBLE: http://bit.ly/1n3KxJ0

 

Author BIO:

 author photoTeri Anne Stanley lives in Northern Kentucky, near the Ohio River and her beloved Interstate-
75, with its lush rolling semis and musical rumbling tires. Teri has authored several scientific articles—and a three-ingredient recipe column, but isn’t allowed to write sex scenes for them, so now she writes fun, sexy romance filled love, angst and nekkid parts.
She’s also worked as a fashion designer for female body builders and a sex therapist for rats. In her spare time, she is a neuroscience research assistant. Along with a variety of teenagers and dogs, she and Mr. Stanley live just outside of Sugartit, which is—honest to God—between Beaverlick, and Rabbit Hash, Kentucky.

AUTHOR LINKS:

Author Email:

teriannestanley@gmail.com

Author Website:

http://teriannestanley.com/

Author Blog:

http://teriannestanley.com/

Author Twitter:

https://twitter.com/TeriAnneStanley

Author Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/TeriAnneStanley

Author Goodreads:

Newsletter:

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On Blogging and Dieting…

Blogging, I have decided, is a lot like dieting. At least it is for me. That is to say that I wake up and think “Today I need to work out/start eating better / write that blog post I’ve been thinking about.” Then the conversation goes on (with myself of course) that I can “wait until tomorrow / this afternoon / next week when I don’t have as much to do / have a deadline / or when I feel better. ” Sound familiar? (Please at least nod your head so I don’t feel like the only one with these excuses.)

I got up this morning feeling pretty good. (For those who don’t know my  story, I have three lovely auto-immune disorders that like to pretend they are the boss of me on a regular basis. So there are many mornings when I feel more like crawling back into bed rather than strapping on my walking  shoes and heading for the park. )  Yes, this morning was different. But… You knew there was a but, right? But…my walking shoes were caked with mud. And I hate dirty shoes. Hate, hate, hate. See, I got sort of shanghaied into helping clean up a friend’s yard. (Read here:  my husband dragged me along and I couldn’t write out in the sun and can never just sit and watch, so up I went. Personally I think he does this on purpose. At any rate, I could barely walk the next day and loss the use of both thumbs for the rest of the week, but my friend’s yard looks great! )

Now, back to this morning and the dirty shoes. It was over 80 degrees at 7:30 when I took the Boy to summer school. A walk in the park was out of the question. A work out in the house was not going to happen either. I’ve already mentioned that my shoes are dirty . Were dirty. I took a rag, 14 paper towels, and an old toothbrush and scrubbed them until all the mud was gone. But it’s not the same. I want new walking shoes. Am I insane? Probably. But my once pristine babies are now a cleaned-up, slightly stained version of what they once were. Can I get new shoes? Not right now.

So tomorrow, I’ll put them on–now clean and really none the worse for wear despite my OCD tendencies where dirty shoes are concerned–and I’ll once again vow to start dieting / eating right / working out / and blogging. But just in case, one of my awesome auto-immunes decides to show itself and a work-out is not an option, I wrote this blog. There’s one thing off my to-do list.

Go Amy!

Cover reveal: Risking It All by JM Stewart

Risking It All

JM Stewart

Publisher: Penguin Intermixjmstewart

Date published: Sept 16, 2014

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Word count: 80, 000

AISN: B00FFFSZB6

ISBN: 9780698147980

Originally published in a shorter form as Staking His Claim

 Blurb


She’s everything he wants…

 For years, Kyle Morgan has hidden his true feelings from the gorgeous girl next door that he grew up loving and protecting. But when she shows up at his apartment in the middle of the night, desperately needing comfort and support, his iron will begins to waver…

…and the only thing he can’t bear to lose.

Kyle was always the big brother Cecelia Anton never had, but suddenly her goofy best friend has become a sexy man she can’t keep her thoughts—or hands—off of. As their deep connection melts into uncontrollable desire, Ceci is willing to put it all on the line for a shot at true love. Only Kyle is keeping a terrible secret about Ceci’s past that could destroy not only their lifelong friendship but their happily-ever-after…

 

Trailer:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zpzuxkFy_6I

 

Purchase links:

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iTunes

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jmstewart2About the author:

JM writes passionate, heartfelt contemporary romance. She’s a wife, a mother, a spiritualist, and lover of puppies, and happily addicted to coffee and chocolate. She lives in the rainy Pacific Northwest with her husband and two sons. She’s a hopeless romantic who believes everybody should have their happily-ever-after and has been devouring romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing them has become her obsession.

You can find out more about JM or her books here: Website /Blog /Twitter /Facebook

 

 

 

Release Day!!!

Happy June 1oth! Happy Release Day to

Blame it on Texas

a contemporary romance by Amie Louellen

Every first love deserves a second chance. 

© 2014 Amie Louellen

 

BlameItOnTexas-ART(1)Shelby Patterson has come back to Texas for one reason and one reason only—to get her husband to sign divorce papers. She’s worked hard to build her California bakery, where clients clamor for her one-of-a-kind creations.

Seven years after her disastrous marriage, she’ll finally have everything in perfect order—just as soon as Ritter McCoy signs the dotted line.

Ritt is still pissed that Shelby walked out all those years ago without giving their marriage a chance. Sure, they were young and had just lost the baby that had rushed them to the altar, but they’d loved each other beyond reason.

Ritt gave up his college baseball scholarship, only to have Shelby and her mom take his parents’ bribe money and run. If Shelby wants those papers signed, she’ll just have to wait until he’s good and ready.

Or maybe, before she flies the coop again, he can convince her the love they had between them is still there—and still hot enough to melt their hearts back into one.

Warning: This book contains a sexy Texas boy determined to recapture his first love. May also produce feelings of nostalgia and longing for slow kisses and sweet tea.

 

Enjoy the following excerpt for Blame it on Texas:

She should have known she’d find him like this.

Shelby looked down at the oil-stained driveway to the denim-clad legs protruding from underneath the ancient Ford. The hem of the jeans was frayed, the worn cowboy boots dusty and with a few stains of their own.

She propped her hands on her hips, doing her best not to tap her foot in irritation. It would do no good. If there was one thing she’d learned in her time as Ritt McCoy’s wife, he had his own timetable and to hell with anyone else’s.

“I said, I need to talk to you.”

“And I said, just a minute,” his muffled voice returned.

Shelby bit back a growl and used the thick packet of papers to fan herself. That was one thing she didn’t miss about Texas—the heat. But with any luck and the good Lord’s grace, she’d only be here another few minutes, an hour at the most, and then she’d be on her way back to California.

A trickle of sweat ran down between her shoulder blades and into the small of her back. Shelby fanned harder and checked her watch. She’d been waiting twenty minutes for Ritt to finish whatever it was he was doing to the truck and sign on the dotted line. That was nineteen more than she cared to wait.

“Ritt.”

“Shelby.”

“I need you to sign these.”

“In a minute.”

“Now. I have a plane to catch.”

She jumped back, nearly snapping the heel off one peep-toe pump. They had been a special purchase for this trip along with the form-fitting black dress that hugged her like a second skin. Scrambling to get out of the way, she managed to maintain her balance as Ritt pushed the creeper from under the truck.

And there he was, the boy who stole her heart, took her virginity and married her all in one summer. Well, he’d had her heart for years before that. And he wasn’t a boy any longer; though the years, she grudgingly admitted, had been very kind to him.

“What?” he asked. Even lying down, he looked taller, broader, more. She was glad to have the advantage, standing over him like she was.

“I’m in a hurry.”

“Not my problem.” He disappeared in a quick swoosh back under the truck. But he left his image behind. Dark blond hair curling from under a ratty Longhorns baseball hat. Dirt smeared T-shirt covering a chest she didn’t remember as having quite so many muscles. Long legs, firm lips, square jaw.

“I’ve flown over a thousand miles to get you to sign these. The least you could do is get out from under there and do it.” Her voice rose in pitch, the whine she’d been tamping down rising to the surface. Couldn’t he see how they needed this? That it was time to move forward?

There was a loud clunk, which sounded like head versus oil pan, then a muffled curse.

He rolled out again, and before she knew what had happened he was towering over her. She took a couple of steps back for good measure, unable to meet his blue-gold gaze as he studied her face.

“What is it, Shelby? What is so important that you flew all the way out here to grace me with your presence?”

She was wrong. The years had been more than kind to him, they had outright adopted him. Had he always been this tall? This broad? This…masculine?

He had, she decided. But after seven years away, she had forgotten what a man her Texas boy had been.

She licked her lips, the sight of him bringing back more memories than she cared to delve through. Prom night, at the lake after the baseball games, Saturday afternoon in the canyon…

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