My favorite part of an impending title’s release is getting the cover to the book. This one is for A Twisted Tide, being published very, very soon by L&L Dreamspell. The cover was designed by the incomparable Linda Houle.
An amnesiac woman looks to the future and finds more than she bargained for — her past…
September 11, 2001 was a momentous day in history. It was also the day Letitia Davies lost her memory and began seeing ghosts. Despite the loving care of her husband, she never regained any memory of her past. When he unexpectedly dies of cancer, Letitia travels back to Napa, California, to celebrate her birthday and plan out her future. There she encounters a sexy man who claims to be her real husband. Although her mind doesn’t remember him, her body does and his touch inflames passions she’d only dreamed of before. In order to take her mind off her lust for the handsome stranger, Letitia investigates the death of a ghostly beauty. However, the series of clues she finds leads Letitia right back to her past and could either unlock her mind or destroy the only memories she has left.
Lawman Cal MacLamond is on a mission to right wrongdoings in this Old West adventure – whether it’s saving a tone-deaf Chinaman, keeping pretty senioritas safe, or dodging bullets in a shootout with desperate hombres. Only thing is, Cal’s more than a little smitten with a lovely lady named Resi. Could it be that this sharp-shooting deputy has finally found true love? If so, what’s her husband going to say?
Looking forward to the next adventure in this series and hoping there is a happy ending for this rose-toting cowboy.
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Woman in the Window is a police procedural with a splash of romance…
Morgan Forester was supposed to be enjoying a day at the beach when he gets a gruesome surprise — a dead body. To compound his misery, he’s partnered with sexy sophisticated Alyssa Blair. Despite a rocky start, they are soon embroiled in discovering the identity of the corpse and the killer, until it appears that the murderer may be someone too close for comfort. Will the lack of trust destroy their partnership or can these two dedicated detectives close the case and find the love they have both been searching for?
I enjoyed the verbal foreplay of these two personalities and found the mystery to be engrossing. The identity of the killer kept me guessing until the very end.
“Oh, no. Now I have Deeper than a Holler stuck in my head.” Bemoaned by Scooter, age 8. That’s what he gets for listening to my IPOD *insert evil laugh*
After a sneeze — “I have bless you all up my arm.” ~ Otter Frosh, age 18, when she was 3 years old
“Don’t pay the ferryman, don’t even fix him rice” Sung by Scooter (age 7), loudly, to Don’t Pay the Ferryman by Chris de Burgh.
For those of you who know my story, you can just skip to the end and grab your free book. For those who don’t, here goes…
I’ve worked full-time practically since the moment I graduated college. There’s been a few short sabbaticals, when I lost my first baby to SIDS and took a few months off, then, when I had my daughter, I was able to stay home with her for almost a year. In my spare time, I wrote some short stories, sent them off to be published, and got rejected. A lot.
Over the next few years, my marriage disintegrated. I was working as a technical editor and writer. I’d always loved writing, so this seemed like a perfect marriage of making a living doing something I loved. I did that for 10 years. During that time, I met my current husband, got married, and we adopted two little boys.
I was terrifically blessed to be able to stay at home with my two baby boys. However, I’ll admit that the entire first year I was off-balance. Diapers, feeding, playing, singing songs… wasn’t there more? I loved being a mom, but I missed being “me.”
I started writing fiction again…mostly still as a hobby until I entered a contest. Not only didn’t I suck, I placed in the top 10 finalists TWICE. I also met so many lovely ladies… mostly members of the Romance Writers of America. A couple of them were published in the digital market. I’d only written short stories up to this point, they were selling “novellas”, about 10 times as long as the stories I wrote. But I figured I’d start small and work my way up to learning how to write a novel.
I wrote a novella and sent it off. In a few weeks, I got a rejection. Not an outright rejection, but a “please make some changes and resubmit.” I did. Within a few months, I was working with an editor and had received a stunning cover for my “book” Needless to say, I was hooked.
And…I’ve been doing it ever since. This May marks my five year anniversary of being a “full-time” author as well as a stay-at-home mom.
As many of you know, the face of publishing is changing rapidly…faster than most authors can keep up. When I first began writing, traditional publishing was where it was at…digital first was an ugly step-child, and self-publishing was akin to a four-letter word. Not anymore. Last last year, I began recouping rights to my early works and working on re-editing the text and putting fresh new faces on their covers.
So, to celebrate May and my anniversary of being a career author, I’m giving away my reissued backlist books every Friday at Amazon. Today, I give you Crystal Clear. It was my first, and as such holds a special place in my heart. I hope you enjoy it, too.
Sexy psychic Sara Dawson is a life coach and owner of a small independent bookstore. When she’s hired by a daytime drama star needing career advice of the psychic kind, she’s unable to foresee his future but is instead plagued by visions of murder — including her own.
Here’s the link to grab your free copy at Amazon. Today, May 4th only!
Given the success of many other authors, I, too, have dipped my toes into the self-publishing waters. I’m going through some of my out-of-print manuscripts, giving them a spit and polish (new covers and another editing pass). Today, I worked on combining two of my favorite stories, Postcards from the Dead and Phone Calls from the Dead. They will be released under one cover titled Beyond the Grave. Today, I worked on the cover and have to say that I’m really pleased with the way it turned out.
In these two linked novellas, sisters Cassandra Moore and Rosalie Hopkins are led to find love again through messages from beyond the grave.
Postcards from the Dead
The dead don’t speak to her; they send her postcards.
When Cassandra Moore receives a cryptic postcard from her dead husband, Drew Brinkman offers to help her discover the meaning of the postcard. But she doesn’t know he’s an investigative reporter out to prove the ghostly postcards are fakes.
Cassandra Moore is the personal property supervisor at the coroner’s office in charge of giving the decedents’ possessions back to the grieving families. She’s often also able to give them other information. For she receives postcards sent by dead residents of the morgue. Drew Brinkman is a journalist for The Chronicle. Given the assignment of reporting the historical facts of the ghosts of Crescent Cove for the Halloween edition, Drew decides to give the old story a new twist. He’s going to lay those ghosts to rest once and for all, starting with the ones sending postcards from the morgue.
Phone Calls from the Dead
When Rosalie Hopkins receives a mysterious phone call from her missing ex-fiance, she suspects he is trying to contact her from beyond the grave. But can she prove it?
Left standing at the altar, Rosalie has a myriad of reasons to forget her ex-fiance, Kyle Clayton. The evidence says he’s still alive, but her heart tells her something different. Just as she starts a new job, she receives a mysterious phone call…from Kyle. After a series of coincidences remind her of him, she realizes she needs to find him to forget him. And who best to help her with that than the oh-so-sexy private investigator, Tavon Williams?
Tavon Williams has a dark secret. He was one of the last people to see Kyle simply because he was hired to investigate him. After tailing Kyle over a period of months, Tavon had discovered two things. One, Kyle was cheating on his fiancée. And two, Tavon had fallen in love with Rosalie. After Kyle disappeared, Tavon ignored his instincts and let the case drop — for Rosalie’s sake. She deserved a man who loved and cherished her, not Kyle, and certainly not Tavon himself! Then, a chance encounter with her makes him rethink his decision, but before he can come clean to Rosalie, the case takes an interesting turn. Someone breaks into his apartment, plants listening devices, and steals Kyle’s file. Although that isn’t enough to open the case again, something else is. A phone call from Kyle himself…
Beyond the Grave should be available for Kindle within a day or so.
Checked out the author’s website and found out she’s having to self-publish her most recent contribution to the series. So sad, because I’m really loving these books on audible.com. Makes my commute dropping off and picking up kids so enjoyable. I’m off to get the third book in the series and keep my fingers crossed that she’ll be able to do audio books of the most recent ones.
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