Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Melissa Keir shares The Heartbroken Cowboy from the collection: Cowboy Up 2

Today, I have Melissa Keir over to share a bit of her own life that helped create her story in Cowboy Up 2, The Heartbroken Cowboy.


Alcoholism and The Heartbroken Cowboy


Alcoholism is a disease that affects millions of people. Like many addictions, people with the disease have relapses, they don’t believe they have a problem, and often hurt the ones closest to them. It is progressive (often getting worse over time) and chronic (it doesn’t just go away). Not only does Alcoholism cause physical/health problems but also emotional, financial, and social problems.

Binge drinking is probably what most people think about when we have a night out with our friends. We drink too much and can’t remember or are ashamed about events that happened. Yet binge drinking can lead to the same health risks and social problems associated with alcoholism. That’s what happened to me. The Social Drinker…the person who had groups of friends where alcohol and drinking dominated our social encounters. We got together to drink. We weren’t having fun unless someone was drunk to the point of being silly or dangerous.

It only took a couple of times when my child needed me when I was drunk to realize I had a problem. My love for my children became my guide out of the problem. Determination and abstinence were my tools for success….that and giving up the friends who continued to drink. 

Walking away from those people was easy once I realized it was them or my children.

Hateful remarks followed... “You aren’t fun anymore.” “We don’t want to be around you.” “Don’t be a bitch.” Again, my children became my light. They were who I spent more time with and used free time to escape into the world of books where the characters loved me… or where I became them!

In The Heartbroken Cowboy, I wanted to show a character who’d fought the battle, but falls. Johnson O’Neill is an AA member and receives the support from a sponsor. Then he meets Debra who has her own alcohol demons. Can two recovering alcoholics find a way to love? You’ll have to read Cowboy Up 2 to find out!


At least my own, happily ever after is now guaranteed! 

Now let's check out the fab story that Melissa Keir created from her well learned life lesson.

The Heartbroken Cowboy

by Melissa Keir

Love isn’t found at the bottom of a bottle…
Johnson O’Neill joined The Heartsong Ranch to escape his addiction. One night at a friend’s wedding, stress causes him to fall off the wagon and into the arms of the woman of his dreams.

Debra Donahue lost her husband to alcohol then pulled herself up by her bootstraps becoming a million-dollar selling real estate agent. One night with a sexy cowboy and a bottle of whiskey, Debra falls hard.

Can an alcoholic cowboy and a brokenhearted woman find love despite their fears? Or will the bottom of a bottle claim another happily ever after?



“I don’t drink, but could use a strong one, right now. Not this sissy stuff.” He lifted the glass to his lips, downed the contents, and shoved his now-empty champagne flute away before he leaned in toward her. The smell of alcohol on his breath hinted that he’d already had too much to drink. “Know anyone around here with some whiskey?” The dark sapphire of his eyes chilled her. This was a man used to getting what he wanted. “I’d even share.” His voice deepened and became husky with his offer and she shivered.

“I don’t drink with men I don’t know.” Debra stuck out her hand. “I’m Debra, and you are?”

The man grabbed another glass of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray and guzzled the drink in one swallow. “The name’s Johnson O’Neill. Now about that whiskey.” He reached out and drew her up to standing then tugged her in close to him. Wrapping his arm around her back, he moved her body in a slow two-step motion.

Debra gazed into his eyes. “You don’t have to seduce me for the whiskey.” She stepped out of his embrace and put her hands on her hips. She frowned.

“That’s not why I drew you into my arms. You were tapping your foot when I arrived—and I thought you might like a dance. A pretty woman like you shouldn’t be sitting alone.” He stretched his palm out again in a plea.






The Troublesome Apprentice with be 99 cents Mar 4-10

Don't buy the Troublesome Apprentice just yet. It's going on sale for 99 cent Mar 4-10.

Unless you just want to support a starving author.

Then by all means, buy it now.

Before you think me the most generous person in the world, I have to be honest. I'm selling it at such a low price so you'll become addicted and read the whole series. 

I've lots of reviewers who declare the series addictive. And to be honest, it is my favorite series I've ever written, which is probably why it keeps going and going.

True story: I once killed off Tubs, but his death sent me into real mourning and I couldn't write anything. After two months, I woke up realizing unlike real deaths, I could undo this. I was in charge. I ran downstairs and rewrote the ending so while severely injured, Tubs survives.

And just like that, I was happy again. But that book isn't published yet.

Today, I'm talking about the first book, The Troublesome Apprentice.  

Little known fact: The original title to this book was The Adventures of Xavier Thorn and his Troublesome Assistant.  But the title alone would have taken up all my allotted characters for a tweet. So I needed to shorten it.

Also, "assistant" wasn't a commonly used term back then. Vic would either be an apprentice or a secretary. (Secretaries were still mostly male back then. That didn't really change until the world wars began.)

My young woman of the late Victorian Era wanted to do something of importance with her life, thus she dresses and pretends to be a young man. 

This happened more than England likes to admit. James Berry, a real person of the era, was a young woman who became a surgeon who then joined the army and became the highest ranking doctor in the entire army. Her female gender was discovered only upon her death, and that fact was kept a secret for over 100 years.  

My young woman has dressed like a boy since she was 13, and was attending Oxford when her aunt is murdered. Vic engages the greatest sleuth in Britain to help her solve the murder. No, not Sherlock Holmes. He is a fictitious character created by Mr. Doyle. The real man whom inspired Doyle in his writings was Xavier Thorn. (Not really, of course).

Xavier has no reason to doubt Vic's male persona. And while he finds the fellow cheeky and oft troublesome, Vic is a natural sleuth with intuitive skills par none. In short time, Xavier falls in love with him, which is odd, since he has never been attracted to men before. But while Vic is clearly attracted to Xavier, the pup refuses to allow anything to occur. 

It takes Xavier a great deal of time to figure out the problem while they solve a myriad of mysteries. 

Come March 4, you can join the fun for only 99 cents.

And for those of you already addicted. Book 4, Well Kept Secrets will come out on or before March 11. My editor claims it her new favorite of the series. 
That's L'il Pete's mom on the cover. I'm sorry to say, she doesn't make it. She dies because she discovers a secret and shares it with someone she thinks can be trusted. Sadly, she was wrong about that.

She leaves behind the cutest little fellow. Meet L'il Pete. He's 9, but small for his age. In truth, most seven-year-olds can take him in a fair fight--not that anyone from the docks fights fair. He's the youngest employee on Xavier and Vic's staff. He's hired on in book two. You'll fall in the love with charmer.


Need to catch up?
Book 1

Book 2

Book 2.5

Book 3

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Monday, March 2, 2015

D'Ann Lindun presents Cowboy Proud in Cowboy Up 2

Cowboy Up 2 is another fabulous collection of Western Romances from amazing authors.
Today, I'm sharing D'Ann Lindun's story, 
Cowboy Proud


She left town to chase her dreams... He stayed and ignored his... Can they find their dreams together? 



Cowboy Proud
by D'Ann Lindun

All Madeline Harper ever wanted was to escape the tight fences of Black Mountain, Colorado. Nothing would stop her from pursuing her goals--not a devoted boyfriend or infant son. Leaving everything behind, she landed her dream job as a Western Girl jeans model. Her sister’s wedding is the only thing that can entice her home. What she learns upon her return shakes her to the core…and changes everything.

For the last five years Shan Ellis’ life has consisted of taking care of his son and being a cowhand on his parents’ ranch. He scarified everything to be a single dad. College. A career. Girls.  Now, the one woman he can’t forget is back in town. Can he take a chance, and risk his heart, or steer clear and never know what might have been?




Saturday, February 28, 2015

Karyn Pearson unveils Embers, the final chapter in the Hellfire Trilogy

Today, I have a new author on my site, Karyn Pearson with the third book of her series, Embers. Karyn, take it away!


It all begins with a Spark . . .

Ardentia, a demon hunter with a demon’s spirit bound to her own, goes on a journey to restore honor to her mother’s name. One by one, she hunts down the Saligia, who are responsible for her family’s curse. The closer she gets to bringing the Seven Deadly Sins down, the higher the chances are she’ll lose herself along the way. As the demon inside her awakens and grows stronger, it will only be a matter of time. Ardentia faces but one choice—trust the demon to help her break the curse, and pray he doesn’t betray her in the end.

. . . and blazes into an Inferno . . .

A new threat has emerged. Belial, one of four Crown Princes of Hell, has risen. The Crown Prince intends to free the rest of his brothers. If he succeeds, he will raise Lucifer from his centuries’ long slumber. Belial will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. His influence even extends past the defenses of the holy city of Salvatio. The Crown Prince must be stopped before the last great defense of mankind falls. Ardentia stands to answer the call. She knows the task alone will be dangerous, and that she could easily die in the attempt. But the threat of certain death won’t sway her. She and Noxius will do whatever it takes to thwart Belial, regardless of the consequences, even if those consequences mean paying the ultimate price.

. . . leaving behind a world of Embers  . . .

Though she won the battle against Belial, the war for mankind has just begun. Lucifer is rising. With each passing day, time runs out for the human race. In sixty-six days, the fate of the world will be decided. But before Ardentia can focus on saving the world, she must save her demon. Noxius is dying, and his only hope for survival is to return to his own body. Ardentia must brave the horrors of Hell and its armies to reach Noxius’ court. If she manages to survive, she’ll still need to face the Lucifer, and something far worse—a foe far greater than the Devil himself.


On February 27th, Karyn Pearson 
unveils the final chapter in the Hellfire trilogy. 

“Tell your master that I’m coming for him next,” she said. “We’re going to finish what we started.”




A rushing sound filled her ears, Noxius’ power surged to life within her, willing her to dodge to the left. She whirled aside, watching as a hook-sword sailed within an inch of her, the blade singing in the air as it passed. A nearby soul cried out as the sword pierced him in a spray of blood. He slumped over and remained still, put out of his misery at last.

“I thought I smelled a mortal,” said the all-too-familiar voice of Malacoda. “What ever shall we do with you, my dear?”

“She’s pretty,” said a second voice. “Can we keep this one?”

“She is rather interesting, isn’t she?” Malacoda agreed. “How could a mortal make it so far into Hell unscathed?"

The sound of wings was all around them, the Malebranche laughing as they circled their prey. The huntress didn’t need to look to know she was surrounded. This was it, they were done for.

“Run!” Noxius yelled. “We need to make it to the next ring!”

Ardentia didn’t need to be told twice. She broke into a sprint, moving as fast as she could down the road. Behind her, she heard Malacoda wrenching his sword from the body of the tortured soul he’d inadvertently killed. The demon was in quick pursuit; the huntress knew she’d be no match for his speed. He was upon her within a moment, so she did the only thing she could. She turned to fight.

Using her forward momentum, she made a quick about-face, swinging her leg as she turned. Her kick connected, the blow startling the demon for a few seconds, as black blood seeped from a fresh wound on his cheek. He snarled at her in rage, raising his hook and sweeping toward her. She dropped and rolled under it, the sword passing over her head harmlessly. Her feet were back under her in an instant, and she was up and running, the demon roaring from somewhere behind her as he chased after her again.

“Keep running!” Noxius encouraged. “We’re nearly there.”

She kept moving, her eyes finding the end of the road ahead and what looked like the edge of a cliff. As she neared the end of the road, she saw the ground gave way into a sharp drop of at least one-hundred feet to the next circle below. To the far right, she saw a set of stairs carved into the side of the cliff. She started for them at once, moving off the road and cutting across a line of staked bodies.

Suddenly, Malacoda materialized before them, standing at the cliff’s edge and barring their path. He smiled, thinking he had her cornered. In her mind, she heard her demon shouting for her to turn around and head the opposite direction. The huntress ignored him, running toward the demon instead.

She barreled straight into the demon, her full body weight slamming into him hard. He doubled over and gave a grunt of pain, losing his balance, and together, they tumbled off the cliff.




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Karyn Pearson is the author of the Hellfire Trilogy and Arcturian Bloodlines. She is a full-time pet parent of her two dogs Nikki and Jamie. Karyn has a B.A. in Anthropology and has explored dozens of cultures in her studies, but has imagined countless more. She enjoys reading, playing action RPGs, and plotting the next adventure for her characters whenever she has a spare moment free of the dreaded and undefeated “puppy dog eyes attack.”
Her upcoming project will be the first novel of a new vampire series, Arcturian Bloodlines. When she's not writing, Karyn can be found playing with her puppies or Googling various dangerous topics for novel research that make her constantly question why federal agents haven't yet knocked down her front door.

Join Karyn and Distinguished Press at the end of the month party to celebrate all the month’s releases: https://www.facebook.com/events/343024609234959/

Friday, February 27, 2015

Hearts On Fire by Alison Packard

Today, we have Hearts on Fire by Alison Packard.

Peep Rep: Did Alison Packard pack a hard gift?

Liza: In fact, she does have a $10 Amazon or BN gift card, but given it's created with software, I'm declaring it is not Hard, so your attempt at being clever has once again failed.

Peep Rep: What do I have to do to win it?

Liza: Just enter the Rafflecopter. Now let's check out the cover.
HEARTS ON FIRE
by Alison Packard





Country music star Jessie Grant has it all. An amazing voice, a string of multi-platinum albums, and a sold-out concert tour. But just before her Hearts on Fire tour rolls into Las Vegas, her lead guitarist is badly injured and is unable to play. Desperate to find a replacement before the night of a televised live show, Jessie is forced to accept help from the last person on earth she wants to see again.

Drew Carmichael has earned a well-deserved reputation as one of the best up-and-coming musicians in Nashville, without cashing in on his renowned father’s name. When Jessie’s manager calls and asks him to fill in for her band’s injured guitar player, he agrees to help Jessie out even though she cut him out of her life four months ago.

In Sin City, sparks fly between Jessie and Drew, and it isn’t long before they give in to their mutual attraction. But when the dark past Jessie has successfully hidden for ten years explodes in the media, their tenuous bond is put to the test, and both Jessie and Drew must learn to trust each other if they don’t want their newfound romantic relationship to go up in flames.




As if sensing she was being watched, she turned and their gazes collided across the stage. Her smile faltered as the seconds ticked by. She remained rooted to the spot, so he moved forward. One of them had to make the first move; it looked like it would be him.

“Hey,” he said as he halted in front of her. 

She thanked the roadie, who smiled and left them to attend to Tara and Renee.

“Hello,” she replied, her tone formal and her eyes guarded. “Thank you for agreeing to help us out.”

“You’re welcome.” He rested his arm along the top of his favorite guitar, a Fender Strat that he’d bought when he was sixteen, after years of saving his allowance and hoarding the money he’d earned doing odd jobs around town. 

Although his father had made good money and left them fairly well-off after he died, his mom always believed that he should learn the value of money. It was a lesson he’d learned well, and to this day, he hadn’t touched one dollar of the money his father had left him. He wanted to make something of himself on his own terms, not because he had connections or an inheritance.

“Wally gave me the set list yesterday. It looks like it’s pretty much the same as before,” he said, after an uncomfortable silence.

“For the most part.” Jessie tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “The only difference is, I’ve changed up the order so that some of my older stuff is sprinkled throughout the set. Works better that way.”

He nodded. “So what the hell happened to Kenny? Wally said he broke his arm?”

Jessie rolled her eyes. “The damn fool decided to take a swan dive off the stage, and because he’d had a couple of fireballs before the show, he miscalculated how close the audience was to the stage and fell smack dab onto the concrete floor.”

Drew gasped, equally shocked and amused at the picture she’d painted. “Jesus. Are you serious?”

Her lips curved upwards with a ghost of a smile. It was something, even if it wasn’t the usual mega-watt smile she gave him when they used to hang out together. “It’s true. I couldn’t make something like that up. Broke his arm in two places.”

“Ouch.” He winced, thinking of the pain Kenny must have been in. “So he’ll be laid up for a while?”

“Looks like it,” she said. Then, without warning, her tone turned frosty again, and the laughter vanished from her eyes. “Well, we should get started. Do you feel comfortable with all the songs?”

“Yeah. I could do them in my sleep,” he said, then frowned. “Did that sound cocky?”

“No. Just confident.” Her unreadable eyes roamed over his face. “Wally wants us to do a duet.”

“I know.” 

He’d taken a look at the sheet music and recognized the song immediately. Anybody who’d ever attended a wedding in the last twenty years would probably be aware of the hit ballad that was popular in the early ‘80s. It was a nice song, and one that would suit his and Jessie’s harmonies to a tee.

“I’m not sold on the idea, but he seems to think it’ll be good for the CMT taping.”

“Whatever you decide is fine with me.” He brushed his hair back from his eyes and held her gaze. “I miss talking to you, Jessie,” he said, unable to stop himself. 

Her eyes flickered with some unknown emotion, which vanished as quickly as it came.

“We should get to work. Time’s a wastin’.” And with that, she turned her back on him, moved to the center mic near the front of the stage and never looked back. 









Originally from the San Francisco Bay Area, Alison now lives in Southern Nevada where she’s still getting used to the blistering summers and the slot machines in every grocery store. 

When not working at the day job that pays the bills, keeps a roof over her head, and supports her book and chocolate habits, Alison spends most of her free time writing. But when she takes a break, she enjoys reading, watching movies, and spending time with her family and friends.

Website: http://alisonpackard.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Alison-Packard-Author/368976796492227?ref=hl
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Alleyfics

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Alison-Packard/e/B009JG39XQ/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_4?qid=1419875275&sr=8-4
Barnes and Noble Author Page: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/alison-packard


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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

LAST DAY TO BUY UNTAMED & UNABASHED FOR 99 CENTS.


Last day to buy Lydia for 99 cents.
If you’ve read Pride & Prejudice, you know Lydia is the youngest of the five Bennet sisters. Like her siblings she has little chance of making a good marriage. Still, Lydia is not your typical heroine. She doesn’t cry over her hopeless future. She sets about to change it, without concern to propriety or decorum.  Lydia falls to the charms of Wickham when she’s sixteen, certain a marriage to the handsome fellow is the beginning of her fabulous life. Wickham’s many failings reveal themselves in short order and Lydia realizes she’ll have to secure a better future for them both.

“Lydia was Lydia still; untamed, unabashed, wild, noisy and fearless.”
—quote by Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen


EXCERPT
As the carriage took off, Wickham frowned with the realization the driver was headed to Gretna Green.

Evidently, noticing his distress, Lydia gripped his arm. “What’s wrong?”

His mind sought an explanation as to why they mustn’t go to Scotland. He stared at the bag gripped in her right hand. Damn, what if she bolted? She had his money.

Lydia followed his glance and then pressed her hands to her cheeks. “Oh, the box! We’ve taken more than your pay and they’ll want it back.”

He grimaced, hoping to hell she wasn’t going to insist he return the money.

She patted his chest with her gloved hand. “Do not fret another second about the matter. I will get the box open. I am most adept at opening locks. My father was dreadfully close fisted with my pin money. Then at the first town we stop, we’ll get another carriage and go somewhere else so they cannot find us.” She then pulled back and grinned. “May we go to London? No one will expect us to go there.”

He pulled her tight and kissed her. Lydia Bennet was proving to be far more than he thought. Not only was she pleasantly responsive to love making, but she also claimed a useful proficiency of lock picking. If that turned out to be true, he might reconsider selling her the moment they reached London. The girl could be useful, especially since she had proven she was no moralist.


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Monday, February 23, 2015

Liza Interviews Arby Corry about her book heart-shaped stone


I'm interviewing Arby Corry today. 
Since she's never been on my blog before, I'm going to be nice.
Hey! Anything is possible.

Peep Rep: True, but you being nice is very unlikely. So before you make the nice lady cry, can we discuss if she's brought any gift?

Liza: Yes, pleonectic one.

Peep Rep: What does that mean?

Liza: It means you have a greed obsession.

Peep Rep: So she does bear gifts! Tell me about them.

Liza: Arby is giving away a $50 Amazon or B/N gift card to one lucky winner of her rafflecopter.
Now be quiet while I interview Arby.

Peep Rep: Should I set up the interrogation room or bring in the comfy couch.

Liza: We don't want to scare her off, let's go with the couch.

Liza: You just had to add the commentary, didn't you?

Peep Rep: Yep.

Liza: Welcome, Arby sit down and I'll nicely ask you some questions.

Arby: Comfy couch. What would you like to know?




Liza: What is your favorite part of writing?

Arby: The alone time, when you’re sitting there in your perfect setting and “communing” with your story and you just feel it clicking.

Liza: I love those moments. What part of your book was the hardest to write?

Arby: I’d say the middle. It became like that couch you just loved in the furniture store. You take it home, admire your “I could have been an interior designer” taste, throw pillows on it and invite everyone to come see it and sit on it. But by month three you notice it’s sagging in the middle. The ends are still quite lovely, giving your couch a great beginning and ending, but there’s something about the middle that’s not right. You throw more pillows on it, hoping no one notices the middle is just a means to get to the end. But in the end there’s no getting around that your middle needs less cushion and more fabric.

Liza: That is so true. Tell me, has a secondary character ever threatened to take over your book? 

Arby: Yes! In fact, she’s likely earned her own book after the way she barnstormed onto the scene. It’s my protagonist’s mother, Charmaine. Just her handbag collection alone deserves some kind of write-up. She’s wickedly evil, yet stylish and ever-flanked by mounds of gorgeous muscle – but that’s mainly because they’re her bodyguards and she pays them mounds of money. The last thing you’d want to do is turn your back on her. She’s even upset she didn’t get more print.

Liza: Characters can be incredibly demanding. Describe your hero in five words.

Arby: Businesslike, Brusque, Gorgeous, Frustrating, Satisfying

Liza: And your heroine?

Arby: Determined, Defiant, Oft-Directionless, Beautiful, Traditional


Liza: What event occurred in your life that has influenced your novels?

Arby: With Heart-Shaped Stone in particular, I lent Caila my footsteps, so to speak, taking her to places that I love. Some of those places were not always physical, but rather the ups and downs of my own life, namely, the insecurities. I think all women experience that on some level as we constantly doubt ourselves. Caila’s outlook is like doubt on steroids. But as in my own experience, you eventually find that center (or come very close to it) and realize that the place you are was all by design after all.

Liza: Before I go all introspective and share my own insecurities, let's move to a safer question. If your main character had been allowed to write the novel rather than you, how would the story have been different?

Arby: Oh, she’d cut right to the chase and we’d have a novella on our hands! There would also be a happy ending and life would be B.O.R.I.N.G – not for the reader, but for her. It’s a very good thing she does not have this kind of control.

 Liza: Yeah, the most interesting parts of life are often the parts we didn't plan to do. But again, before I start pontificating, let's move to pure silliness: If you had to live on a deserted island with one author, who would it be?

Arby: Pat Conroy. I’d even clean and cook all the fish he caught just to have him tell me a story by campfire.

 Liza: That was fun. Let's check out your book. 

 Heart-Shaped Stone
by Arby Corry



Caila, like most dreamers, just wants to be wanted. Unlike most dreamers, she's wanted by the CIA.

When the last decade of thirty-two year old Caila Domenici’s life disappears, destroyed in a car accident, she is forced to begin again. Defying doctor’s orders to slow-go-it, she sets out to navigate the world on her own. It's not going well. Coddled from birth, everything from a bus schedule to how to boil water confounds her. Worse yet, she's about to accept her meddling mother's offer to pay for food and rent. With just a hunch her talents extend beyond that of daughter of privilege, Caila searches for her past. Before she can find it, it finds her. And the handsome azure-eyed stranger who’s saying he knows her is somehow part of it. Caila always believed there had to be more, but now, on the verge of discovering the truth, she must decide which is worse – never knowing who she really is, or knowing too much.


Reese was being too nice. Something was up - their deep conversation the night before, the bubble bath, the tea, turning down her bed and now breakfast? Caila wasn’t suspicious by nature, and in most cases trusted more than she should, but where Reese was concerned she dropped all pretenses and questioned his every move. He was much too calculating to not see opportunity in everything he did. Caila recognized that in him right away. Her mind was now churning with theories. Why, if he was up to something, would he be so blatant with this sudden kindness? Did he think she would not notice?

Then she imagined the most unexpected thing.

Maybe he wasn’t up to anything at all. Maybe this was another side to the man she detested right from the start. The invader, the man who came to make her life a living hell and push aside her father may not, after all, be the man she believed him to be. But even that theory was short lived. No, she thought, he has a motive.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Liza: Wow! I want to read this. Peep Rep find the buy links.

Peep Rep: Got em:






 Arby Corry has spent the last twenty-five years in the radio business. Performing every job from radio announcer, to program director, to commercial producer to copy writer, Arby gives voice to characters found just on the other end of the request line.  Her debut novel, Heart-Shaped Stone, has received critical acclaim as well as delighting readers with its fresh approach. Arby believes in real characters, with real voices. And while a happy ending is always satisfying, she believes life has other plans. When not on the air or writing her follow-up to Heart-Shaped Stone, Arby enjoys spending time with her husband, children and the great outdoors of the Pacific Northwest.




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Friday, February 20, 2015

UNTAMED & UNABASHED ONLY 99 CENTS.


Great news!  Lydia can be bought for pennies this week. 99 of them.
If you’ve read Pride & Prejudice, you know Lydia is the youngest of the five Bennet sisters. Like her siblings she has little chance of making a good marriage. Still, Lydia is not your typical heroine. She doesn’t cry over her hopeless future. She sets about to change it, without concern to propriety or decorum.  Lydia falls to the charms of Wickham when she’s sixteen, certain a marriage to the handsome fellow is the beginning of her fabulous life. Wickham’s many failings reveal themselves in short order and Lydia realizes she’ll have to secure a better future for them both.

“Lydia was Lydia still; untamed, unabashed, wild, noisy and fearless.”
—quote by Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen


EXCERPT
As the carriage took off, Wickham frowned with the realization the driver was headed to Gretna Green.

Evidently, noticing his distress, Lydia gripped his arm. “What’s wrong?”

His mind sought an explanation as to why they mustn’t go to Scotland. He stared at the bag gripped in her right hand. Damn, what if she bolted? She had his money.

Lydia followed his glance and then pressed her hands to her cheeks. “Oh, the box! We’ve taken more than your pay and they’ll want it back.”

He grimaced, hoping to hell she wasn’t going to insist he return the money.

She patted his chest with her gloved hand. “Do not fret another second about the matter. I will get the box open. I am most adept at opening locks. My father was dreadfully close fisted with my pin money. Then at the first town we stop, we’ll get another carriage and go somewhere else so they cannot find us.” She then pulled back and grinned. “May we go to London? No one will expect us to go there.”

He pulled her tight and kissed her. Lydia Bennet was proving to be far more than he thought. Not only was she pleasantly responsive to love making, but she also claimed a useful proficiency of lock picking. If that turned out to be true, he might reconsider selling her the moment they reached London. The girl could be useful, especially since she had proven she was no moralist.


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Thursday, February 19, 2015

Liza Reviews A View to a Nerd by Chris Redding



Today, Chris Redding is here with her book, A View to a Nerd.


Peep Rep: I'm a nerd!


Liza: I'm pretty sure her nerd is far more interesting.


Peep Rep: *Sighs* Probably right. So is there a prize?


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Peep Rep: I want to win it!


Liza: Let's first check out the book.




 A View to a Nerd
by Chris Redding






Waking up next to a dead guy can ruin your whole day. When a wise-cracking interior decorator wants to put her past behind her, the dead body of the mayor’s son makes her realize that won’t happen too easily. A conservative former computer geek for the FBI is holding on too tightly to his past. His wife died under suspicious circumstances and he believes the decorator has the information to solve the case. Unfortunately for him, she isn’t speaking until a series of events convinces her she needs protection especially when her biggest secret threatens to destroy both of their lives. This was originally published as A View to a Kilt.









Would she ever be warm again?


Donner left her in an interrogation room and went to get coffee. The room, painted in a subdued green, had what Miriam presumed to be a two-way mirror on one wall.  A tape recorder for her statement sat on the table. She couldn’t seem to stop shivering despite rubbing her hands up and down her arms. Standing, she began to pace. 


A urine smell wrinkled her nose. She jammed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear and caught a look at herself in the mirror.


“Bedhead, big time,” she said to her reflection. Her crumpled dress added to the picture. She admitted she looked as if she could kill someone. Even her hot pink, sheath dress looked odd on her. 


How she looked was the least of her worries now. Doubling in pain, new tears streamed down her face. “Oh, God, Joe. What were you into since I last saw you?”


Her stomach rumbled as much from stress as hunger. When she straightened, Donner stood in the doorway, coffees in hand, trying not to look at her. “Want one?”


Miriam nodded. Crossing the small room, he handed her a cup of black liquid, which might have been coffee, but didn’t smell like any she’d ever had.  Mark, her cop ex-husband, never drank coffee at home, she thought, wondering why this memory should come forth now. Maybe being in a police station for the first time since his conviction made her think about him.


Donner settled himself on the chair opposite the one she had just occupied. He pulled out a pen and scribbled something in a small pad, then looked up at her. He indicated the chair. Miriam shook her head.


“I need you closer to the tape recorder.”


Miriam shrugged and sat down, wrapping her arms around herself. “Do I need a lawyer?”


“If you want a lawyer, call one now.”


“Am I being charged?”


“No, and the Lieutenant will be by in a moment. Let me review.  You met Mr. Waltney in a bar last night.”



Review of A View to a Nerd

The title is a bit misleading. It sounds like a humorous comedy, when in fact, the book is an action/suspense/thriller with a fine romance on top.  But then this is part of a series: The Nerds Saving the World, which should help focus readers to it’s true intent. Fortunately, the cover suggests thriller vs. humor as well, so readers shouldn’t be confused once they see the cover and read the blurb. 


I enjoyed the romantic parts thoroughly. The main couple was most likable…usually. Miriam would sometimes get her hackles up but Gus was rock solid.

The underlying story is that Miriam’s ex-husband, a crooked cop is sentenced to serve time, and has sent her a picture that puts her life in danger because it contains documents between the painting and the backing that could destroy the Capano mafia family. While this is pretty obvious from the early on, her ex doesn’t admit it until mid-book.

Eventually, Miriam and Gus remove the backing and discover dairy pages that could blow the crime families of Philadelphia apart, only to discover a gun aimed at them. Shadowman’s assistant takes the papers and leaves. Only one sheet has fallen to the floor and is not seen by the fellow. Once the thug has gone, Miriam finds the page and whatever is on it is worthy of killing her to get it back.

Thus to keep her safe, the FBI tries to protect her, first at her house, then in a safe house. And what is better than sex to get your mind off troubles?
(Yes, there are fun times here.)

Still Miriam is trying to grow a business and not thrilled to be cloistered indefinitely. And the lady has attitude. So naturally, when she gets word her mom is ill, she sneaks off. 

When she reaches Montana, and discovers her mom’s just fine, she never once thinks, “Crap, I’ve been lured out in the open so someone can kill me.”

And thus for me, the story weakened in ‘plausibility’, given her total lack of concern. Had she no knowledge her life might be in danger, perhaps she might pass if off as a weird prank, but when a person is being protected so no one CAN shoot them, concern that they’d just been tricked out of protection should be the first thought they have upon discovering Mom is alive and well. 

I’ll leave what happens next a mystery, other than to say the story does not disappoint on the HEA but someone important does get shot.


Overall, I thought this a delightful book. But due to the implausible reaction when she discovers her mother is feeling fine, I have to knock it down to a 4 star. Still, it’s a fun and fabulous read and if you love romance with your suspense, you should thoroughly enjoy it.







Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her husband, two sons, one dog and three rabbits.  She graduated from Penn State with a degree in journalism. When she isn’t writing, she works for a local winery. Her books are filled with romance, suspense and thrills.


Links:

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