Tamra Lassiter on Tour: Something To Lose

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Something to Lose

by Tamra Lassiter

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Blurb:

Everyone has something to lose.

Camden Piotrowski is justifiably upset to find her boyfriend in the arms of another woman. But it’s not the end of her world and definitely not something that a bubble bath, good wine, and cookie dough won’t help. Her pity party is interrupted when handsome Seth Vendetti bursts into her bathroom. She soon discovers that her world and those in it are not as they seem. Can she trust Seth’s version of the truth and make him realize that even he has something to lose?

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His hands form fists that rest on his hips. “Are you threatening an FBI agent?”

I hadn’t really thought of it like that, but I’m not backing down. I put my hands on my hips as well and stand on my tippy toes so that my face is close to his. I could use those three-inch heels right about now, but I hold my ground. His body is tight. I see his pulse beating in his neck.

“Call it what you want. Just get out of my house.”

His hands move behind my neck. He pulls me to him and before I even know what’s happening, he’s kissing me and even more surprising, I’m kissing him, too. His strong fingers move up and down my back as his lips work their magic on mine. I thought I’d been kissed before, but never have I been kissed like this. I still don’t see fireworks, instead I am the firework. Heat explodes from my lips down my throat and to the rest of my body. This isn’t the warmth of fairy tales where the prince and princess kiss their happily-ever-after. This is the battle of the dragon and I don’t know what because my brain is no longer working.

His stubble scratches my chin and the sensation kindles the fire even more. My stomach lurches and I feel weightless, light as a feather now, falling from high in the sky. His hands move to my hips and he pulls me to him tightly. He kisses my chin and then my neck and down to the opening of my robe.

It’s like I wake up from some out-of-body experience to find myself full of lust and clinging to a complete stranger. His hand slips into my robe. I startle and jump back, hugging myself with one hand, the other covering my mouth as my eyes go wide in complete disbelief.

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Author Bio and Links:

Tamra Lassiter lives in Northern Virginia with her supportive husband, two lovely daughters, elegant Great Dane and not-so-elegant, but very sweet, English Bulldog. She enjoys spending time with her family, reading and of course, writing.

www.tamralassiter.com

@tamralassiter

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Eva Scott on Tour: Barbarian Bride

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Eva will be awarding a copy of Barbarian Bride and The Last Gladiatrix (the first book in the Romancing The Romans series) to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour (US ONLY).

 

Author Interview

1. Woohoo! You are a published author. Describe a strong character trait you possess, good or bad, and how it helped you become a published author. Determination. Once I get my teeth into something I rarely let go – even if it would be smarter to do so.  I’m learning to put aside things that are just not working in favour of things that do.  It’s a very hard lesson to learn!

2. Sometimes an author begins writing a story before they are aware of its genre. Did you choose your genre, or did it choose you? I think I’m one of those people.  I wasn’t really thinking about genre when I began writing my historicals.  I was so invested in the story (and having such a good time with the characters) that it wasn’t until after the story was finished I looked around and wondered where it would fit.

3. The plot thickens, or does it? Which one are you, a pantser or a plotter? Kind of a weird combination of both.  I start out all organized and sure of myself.  I plot everything out on a Goal Motivation Conflict sheet. Then I pretty much ignore it when I get writing.  Not on purpose – the characters often take me in a different direction to the one I planned for them.  Or a rogue character will turn up.  That’s what makes writing so much fun for me.  I never know what’s going to happen session to session.

4. Fear 101: As writers it is our duty to make our characters face their fears. Have you ever included one of your own fears in a storyline? I’m about to embark on an outback romance where the heroine must come to grips with her fear of horses.  I’m super nervous around horses so I’m hoping my character can overcome her fears for me.

5. Fear 102: Yes, deadlines are terrifying. Have you conquered the juggling act between writing and the rest of your life? What do you do when it feels like the balls are dropping all around you? Ask for help.  I’m super lucky in the support I get from my family.  I have a three year old boy and when things are getting sticky my mother comes over and my husband pitches in with the housework until I get through to deadline.  I am so grateful!  And secretly I think my mother likes sorting my house out because we’re a bunch of pilers here (pile of magazines, pile of books, pile of toys….).

6. Switch positions with one of your main characters in a scene. What is the outcome, disaster or divine intervention? That’s easy!  I have none of the skills of my heroines so I’d probably be dead by chapter two.  I can sort of ride a horse but wield a sword?  No way!  We’d have to plump for Divine Intervention I think.  The bolt-of-lightening-wrath-of-god type I think.  I might just make it to chapter three then.

7. Where is your favorite place to write? Add that one comfort food that you can’t do without. At the kitchen bench.  The sea breezes waft in the window and there’s an enormous tree shading the room so it’s the perfect place to write in an Australian summer. As for comfort food I’d have to say it is pizza.  My husband makes the best pizza in the world and it’s the one thing I’ll come back to time and time again whenever I feel I need something comforting to eat.

8. Writing inspirations? Gosh this is a hard one!  Sometimes it can be another author who has written something that blows my mind.  Or perhaps an article in the paper which sparks my imagination.  I keep clippings of things I’ve read.  I’ve got so many now I don’t think I’ll live long enough to write all the stories contained in them.

9. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them? I have a whole sway of favorite authors and I was lucky enough to be introduced to Eloisa James at a conference.  She was a wealth of wisdom about the business of publishing and I learned a lot.  She’s my hero!  I’ve got tickets to see Elizabeth Gilbert speak next month and I am so EXCITED!

10. I’ve gone mad – why don’t you come with me? Some people just don’t understand us writers. Name a quirky, writer-thing you do that friends wish you didn’t. I had to ask my husband to answer this for me because I couldn’t think of anything.  I think I’m perfectly normal and it’s everyone else who’s weird.  Apparently I drive people nuts by not paying attention to the 6 o’clock news.  People are always saying ‘did you see this or that’ and of course I haven’t got a clue what’s going on.  I’ve usually got my head in a manuscript or a book!

 

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Barbarian Bride

by Eva Scott

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Blurb:

On the bloody ground of the Colosseum, she fights to save her life. In the treacherous boxes above, he fights to save their love.

Though Klara didn’t love the man who was to be her husband, she didn’t want him murdered, and she vows to track down the man who committed the crime. Sickened that she’d been attracted to the mysterious Roman, Klara tracks Lucius Aurelius to the fringes of the Roman Empire, only to find that they’ve both been trapped in a clever plot to overthrow Klara’s father, the Chief of the Huns.

Klara is separated from Lucius, captured by slavers and sold to a gladiator school. She is the only one who can save herself, by fighting for her freedom. Lucius can ensure her battle is easier, but only by sacrificing himself. How much is he willing to give up for the fiery woman he’s come to love?

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Settling back, Klara surveyed the room for the candidate most likely to know Lucius Aurelius.  With so many unwashed, bearded rascals to choose from it was hard to pick.  Finally her gaze alighted on a burly old man whose eyes reminded her of Lucius.  Abandoning the revolting beer she made her way cautiously to where the man sat alone.  He was intent on a dish of stew and didn’t notice her approach.  Klara stood before him, awkward in her uncertainty of what to do next.

She cleared her throat.  The man shovelled another spoonful of stew in his mouth and did not look up.  She tried again, a little louder this time, and still the man ignored her.  Sliding her knife from its sheath Klara slammed the point down into the table where it quivered menacingly.  The spoon stopped half way to the old man’s mouth.  He looked up under busy eyebrows and regarded her for a long moment before the spoon continued its journey.  Chewing slowly he simply sat and looked at her.

Klara put her hands on her hips.  Now she had the man’s attention starting a conversation about Lucius seemed even harder than she thought it would be.  The man lowered his gaze, scooping up another spoonful of stew, and she found herself dismissed.

“Hey!” she slammed both her hand down on the table.  “I want to talk to you.”

“So talk.” The fact he didn’t bother to look up infuriated Klara.  The man has no manners— and they call Hun barbarians.

“I’m looking for a man.”

He looked up then.  “Really?”  Pushing the bowl away he leaned back in his chair, letting his eyes roam over the curves of her body.  “I’d be happy to oblige.”

Klara swept the empty bowl off the table with the back of her hand.  It clattered on the floor and rolled under the table.  Her chest heaved with suppressed anger.

“Might I suggest you would do better with men if you tempered your aggression?  So unattractive in a woman.”

Klara wrenched the knife out of the table and held it towards the man.  “Do you know a man named Lucius Aurelius?” she hissed.

The old man’s bushy eyebrows shot up and disappeared into his hairline.  “Lucius?  How on earth do you know Lucius?”  He narrowed his blue eyes and leaned forward, his hand shot out grabbing her wrist.  “Who are you?”

She tried to reclaim her hand but the man was too strong.  Cleverly he’d grabbed her hand holding the knife so there was very little point struggling.  She raised her chin and said, “I am Klara…”

“The Hun,” the man finished softly.  He let her go and settled back.  “I’ve heard about you.  Sit down.  You’re in luck.”

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Author Bio and Links:

Eva lives on the Sunshine Coast, in Queensland Australia in the town which brought the world the Bee Gees. When she’s not writing romance you can find her out on the water kayaking, fishing or swimming. When on dry land it’s all about the shoes and the coffee (and old Bee Gees records).

 

Personal Links

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Buy Link

http://www.escapepublishing.com.au/products/tag/historical

Violetta Rand on Tour: Blind Mercy

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Blind Mercy

by Violetta Rand

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Blurb:

The Sigurdsson family legacy continues…

A woman who prayed for a hero…

Orphaned at a young age, Rachelle Fiennes prayed for a hero to rescue her from her tragic life in England. When her only kinsman goes missing after the Battle of Stamford Bridge, Rachelle braves the aftermath of the battlefield to find him.

A man who lost everything…

Damned by the gods for surviving the bloodiest defeat in Norse history, Jarl Tyr Sigurdsson is still determined to get home. Hiding until nightfall so he can escape to his ship, his dangerous endeavor is disrupted when he’s accidently discovered by a beautiful Saxon.

Brought together by war, Rachelle and Tyr face many obstacles. Can sworn enemies find peace through love, or will fate be cruel?

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Rachelle tried to wiggle out of her bonds. He didn’t try to stop her. Why did Prince Edwin want to see her again? The Norse liked English slaves. “I’m shocked you’d sell a Christian into servitude.” She expected the worst from him.

“We all fall short of the glory of God.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Marriage can hardly be considered slavery.”

Panic gripped her heart. Marriage? Oh my God. “Maybe not for a man,” she countered tartly.

“You’re to be wed to a prince. I hardly think you’ll be expected to work your fingers to the bone, unless you view bedding your husband as an unpleasant task.” He grinned lecherously. “Some women never learn to enjoy bedsport.” He caressed her cheek. “Somehow, I think you will.”

She jerked away. “Don’t do this, I beg you.”

“Milady,” he replied. “Men conduct this sort or business every day. Without a proper guardian, someone needed to act on your behalf. It’s a fine match. You’ve done your duty. Rose above your unfortunate circumstances and secured a man most women would trip over their skirts to get to. Prince Edwin may be a bastard in the Biblical sense, but he’s rich and comes from a reputable family. Celebrate your good fortune. I could have shipped you to a place where women are expected to perform the marital act without the benefit of nuptials.”

Her hands burned to slap him. He’d done this with the intent to harm her. From the moment she stepped foot on Tyr’s ship, this man had seethed with contempt. She swallowed thickly. “Why?”

His startling gaze pierced her. “I hate Tyr. And everything about you reminds me of the home I dearly miss. I don’t need a constant reminder of things I cannot have.”

His confession took her by surprise. “I thought you despised Scotland.”

“I’ve only implied it to keep my enemies confused.”

What kind of man denied his own heart? A man without a home was likely the most wretched creature on earth. Beholden to no one, he’d do as he pleased. “Why do you stay?”

“There’s opportunity for me here.”

“Tyr will notice I’m gone.”

“I suspect he’ll do more than that,” he added. “He might start a bloody war.”

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Author Bio and Links:

Violetta Rand holds a bachelor’s degree in Environmental Policy and a master’s degree in Environmental Management. Serving as an environmental scientist in the state of Alaska for over seven years, she enjoys the privilege of traveling to remote places few people have the opportunity to see.

Violetta has been “in love” with writing since childhood. Struck with an entrepreneurial spirit at a young age, at five, she wrote short stories illustrated by her best friend and sold them in her neighborhood. The only thing she loves more than writing is her wonderful relationship with her husband, Jeff. She enjoys outdoor activities, reading whatever she can get her hands on, music, and losing herself in the ancient worlds she enjoys bringing to life in the pages of her stories.

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Gaylon Greer on Tour: the Price of Sanctuary

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The Price of Sanctuary

by Gaylon Greer

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Blurb:

Accustomed to a life of privilege, Shelby Cervosier new finds herself running for her life. Accused of killing an American Immigration agent, Shelby has undertaken a mission on behalf of a secretive American espionage agency in exchange for a promise of legal amnesty and political asylum in America. Now, however, the agent who coerced her into accepting the assignment wants her dead to cover up the bungled mission. Two hit men compete for the bounty that has been placed on her head.

Shelby and her younger sister flee into America’s heartland in search of a safe haven. They find only fear and danger, however, when they are captured by one of the assassins, Hank.

Prepared to do whatever it takes to keep her sister safe, Shelby cooperates with her capturer. Deciding that his feelings for them are more important than bounty money, Hank takes the sisters under his wing and secrets then away to his hideout: a farm in a remote corner of Colorado. They become a part of his extended family; they have finally found sanctuary.

Their safe new world is shattered when the second hit man, a relentless psychopath, captures Shelby’s little sister and uses her to lure Shelby and her lover into a middle-of-the-night showdown on an isolated Rocky Mountain battleground.

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Shelby barely cleared the edge of the runway before twin engines on the sleek little jet wound up to an ear-achy screech and it began moving, leaving behind a smelly residue of burned fuel. Chuck’s warning about the runway lights struck home; shadows below them made the ground a dark void. With every step, roots, ruts, and weeds threatened Shelby’s balance. Something—palmetto fronds, she guessed—whipped her legs.

When distance rendered the lights less blinding, she picked up her pace. Cloying heat and humidity plastered her T-shirt and jeans to her skin as she jogged across the rugged turf with her blue canvas overnight bag slung over a shoulder.

Look for a Dodge van, Chuck had said. But what if it wasn’t there? Maybe she could hibernate until daylight and flag some¬one down. One way or another, get to a car rental agency, drive to Homestead and sneak Carmen away.

As she approached the hangars, she slowed her pace. Wiping at sweat that stung her eyes and breathing hard from exertion, she looked for the woman who was supposed to meet her. With solid cloud cover blocking the moon, she almost bumped into the van be¬fore she recognized it.

Chuck had guessed wrong about the driver: she wasn’t sleeping. She opened the passenger door. “Welcome to Florida.”

Shelby climbed in. “Brenda, right?”

“Not really.” The old Dodge Caravan’s dome light revealed an overweight, middle-aged woman with freckled, sun-leathered skin and unruly blond hair. “Chuck said not to give you my real name, in case the feds nab you.” She cranked the engine and pulled away from the hangar. “You lean on back, catch some shut-eye. We’ll be on the road at least an hour, and your butt’s gotta be draggin’.”

Shelby reclined the seat and closed her eyes. She was too keyed up to sleep, but God, she was tired. Tired of running. Tired of hid¬ing. Tired of being scared.

 

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Working with traveling carnivals and itinerant farm labor gangs during his teen and early adult years took Gaylon Greer up, down, and across the United States and introduced him to a plethora of colorful individuals who serve as models for his fictional characters. A return to school in pursuit of a high school diploma while serving in the Air Force led to three university degrees, including a Ph.D. in economics, and a stint as a university professor. After publishing several books on real estate and personal financial planning, as well as lecturing on these subjects to nationwide audiences, he shifted his energy to writing fiction. Gaylon lives near Austin, Texas.

 

Gaylon’s Web Site:  http://gaylongreer.com/

Amazon Author Page:

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Debbie Peterson on Tour: Van Locken’s Witch

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Van Locken’s Witch by Debbie Peterson

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Debbie will be awarding an exclusively made representation of Lissa’s necklace created by Shandra Kay to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour (US ONLY).

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Blurb:

Kapitein Rand Van Locken has no idea what awaits him as he boards the Spanish galleon on behalf of the Dutch West India Company, or that the beautiful woman imprisoned within will change his life in ways he never imagined or even desired. Until now…

Lissa Capoen, didn’t plan for the Spaniards to capture her while attempting to rescue her sister. She didn’t foresee the handsome sea captain coming swiftly to her aid and offering his assistance. Nor did she expect him to steal her heart and claim it as his own.

Yet, as destiny brings them ever closer together, Armando Manera is determined to recapture the witch and present her to the Spanish King. No matter what it takes…

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“Corners of truth? What are you trying to tell me, Lissa? Please, for the love of heaven, just come out and say whatever it is you need to say.”

She fastened her gaze to his. “That all the witte wieven legends you’ve just mentioned have a foundation based in fact. The stories began centuries ago in Gelderland, the place from whence I hail as we’ve already discussed. A group of women, all related by blood, settled there during the elder days. Rather than hags or sorceresses, these women and all their female descendants were renowned herbalists and healers. People would travel great distances in order to obtain a cure for their maladies, and those that believe in this gift still do to this day. To my knowledge, the wieven never turned away a soul that had a genuine need.

“Most of these women have what you might deem, magical ability, and some more so than others. For although each woman learns to use the elements of the earth, as well as the energy that surround these elements to accomplish her purposes, individual skill varies. In addition, they are in fact, gifted with the ability to see into the future. Again, some to a greater degree than others.”

“Oh, come on, Lissa,” said Rand. “Surely, you don’t believe that.”

“Yes, actually, I do.” She paused for a moment and then took in a breath. “I believe it, Rand, because I am one.”

He drew his brows together. “You are one what?”

“A descendant of the witte wieven, who has inherited all of the abilities of her ancestors.”

For a moment he said nothing. He simply stared at her. Then, after what seemed an inordinate amount of time he said, “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious.”

 

Author Bio and Links:

Debbie has always had a soft spot for fairy tales, the joy of falling in love, and happily ever after endings. Stories of love and make believe filled her head for as long as she can remember. However, it was her beloved husband who encouraged, cajoled and inspired her to take up a pen and write some of them down. Her journey to published author could fill quite a few pages. However, in June of 2010, she submitted her debut novel “Spirit of the Rebellion” to her wonderful, patient, editor at The Wild Rose Press and the rest is history. She now has four published novels to her credit, with a fifth due out in 2014.

When she is not busy conjuring her latest novel, Debbie spends time with the members of her very large family, within the lovely, arid deserts of southern Nevada. She also pursues her interests in family history, mythology, and all things ancient and historic.

 

Connect with Debbie:

Website: http://dk-peterson.com/

Blog: http://debbie-peterson.blogspot.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DebbiePeterson1

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Debbie-Peterson-Author/214882805206529?ref=tn_tnmn

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lockens-Witch-Wieven-Debbie-Peterson-ebook/dp/B00FWWXBES/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_d_4

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