A GHOST OF A CHANCE - Minnette Meador

Today I'm delighted to announce a new release by my good friend Minnette Meador.

"A Ghost of a Chance" is Minnette's stroll into into the paranormal.  As you can see from her photo above, my friend has "that look" and this genre is a natural for her!  Although I was first drawn to her wonderful historical romances set in Roman Britain, "A Ghost of a Chance" left me alternately clutching my sides in laughter and wondering how she did it.

BLURB:

Keenan Swanson is your typical, everyday graphic designer. Well, except for the hundreds of pesky, prank-loving poltergeists that make his life interesting (in a Chinese curse sort of way). He finds his situation precarious yet manageable—until witty, smoking-hot coworker Isabella enters the scene and Keenan decides he wants her all for himself. With a horny succubus who has other ideas, a burly city cop determined to lock Keenan away, and an evil entity who’s hell-bent on using Keenan’s seed to create a living demon, the reluctant psychic realizes he just might not come out of this alive—or with heart intact.

EXCERPT:

CHAPTER ONE – LIVING WITH STRANGERS

“Isabella, isn’t it?” Keenan hadn’t seen a ring on her finger, around her neck, or a Love John Forever tattoo any place noticeable, so he assumed she was available.

“Right. You’re Keenan. We met the other day.”

“Right.”

Usually he didn’t have problems talking to girls, but now it was harder than it had ever been. A hundred witty comebacks crowded his brain for attention, but not one of them could make it past the lump in his throat. His growing cock wasn’t going to be much help either; all it wanted him to do was blurt out, “Ya wanna?”

Bracing himself against possible rejection, and telling his cock to shut the fuck up, Keenan gathered his courage and charged into the fray. “Say listen, if you’re not…”

The elevator jarred to a halt and the doors burst open in front of them. At least fifteen people piled into the box, disregarding the “maximum occupancy” sign.

Keenan hit his back hard against the railing and suddenly found his arms full of warm, healthy girl.

The sounds around him came to a crashing halt when he fixated on those gorgeous almond eyes and full red lips. The urge to devour that mouth was irresistible. He felt like he was home. Her balmy scent marinated his brain, clouding out everything else. The velvet skin of her naked arms made his palms tingle.

A sudden terror seized him when he realized his rod stood at full attention, shouting, “Yippee!” Since the crowd had crushed Isabella against him, she must have felt it jumping like an excited dog against her stomach. To Keenan’s amazement, she didn’t say a word and smiled sweetly up at him. Her expression was almost pleased. It boggled his mind.

“Sorry,” he managed after a few precious seconds.

He let go and fully expected her to scrunch as far away from him as possible, a murmured “pervert” escaping her lips. Instead, she slid up next to him and stayed attached to his shoulder, turning her lovely breasts to the doors.

Keenan had a hard time keeping his eyes off them, noting with interest that both nipples were little rocks against the black fabric. He forced himself to focus on the bald spot on the head of the guy in front of him. He hoped to God the man wasn’t pushed back; in Keenan’s current state, it might be difficult to explain what rested against the man’s ass.

 Find my talented friend's book at the following links.  I guarantee you won't be sorry!

http://tinyurl.com/3qkyzqx   (Kindle)

http://tinyurl.com/3r6tqap

www.minnettemeador.com
http://minnettemeador.blogspot.com

www.resplendencepublishing.com

HISTORICAL ANTHOLOGY BY VICTORY TALES PRESS

Just about the time Rebecca Vickery asked me to write a short story for her  Historical Anthology, I had been thinking of the poetry I wrote for forty years before I ever published a romance.  Some of that poetry was very romantic and much of it was based on the Irish Bardic poetry of my childhood.  The echo of that style can be heard in the works of Gerard Manley Hopkins, W. B. Yeats and Dylan Thomas, but the earliest written Bardic poetry dates back to about the 6^th century, and the oral traditions of bards greatly pre-date that.  The “Tain Bo Cuailnge”—the Cattle Raid of Cooley—falls into that category and is mentioned in my story, “Deirdre.”  Much of the Bardic writing would hardly be recognizable to modern readers as poetry, comprised as it was of long genealogical records and nearly journalistic accounts of deeds of lords and ancestors.  The ancient tale of Deirdre of the Sorrows, with which I was raised, falls roughly into that category and I had begun to wonder if I would like to undertake my own rendering of the ancient tale in a style reminiscent of Bardic poetry yet written as prose.  And another project was born!

Together with my contribution to the anthology you can also find a wonderful Highland romance and two pieces of Americana--one set against the backdrop of the Civil War, another in the early coal mining years of our new country.  

This book is available as an ebook or in print at: 

http://victorytalespress.yolasite.com/online-store.php

 

A VERY SPECIAL AUCTION

Gathering as we do in times of need...

It is with profound sadness that we have received news that, Leslie Esdaile, ("L.A. Banks") is most gravely ill. She is facing an uphill battle in her struggle with serious illness. Please know that as Leslie needs all of her energy in this fight, she is absolutely not able to receive visitors, answer emails, texts or phone calls, or receive flowers.

While your prayers and thoughts are most welcome and needed, a special support website, including an auction has been set up in order to help Leslie with the mounting medical expenses facing her and her family. We'd like to ask if you would consider helping us spread the word about this auction by placing this button on your website, blog, facebook and in your newsletters with a link to this website: www.labanksauction.org for the duration of the auction.

Share Your Heart Auction for Leslie On Ebay
June 21-July 1, 2011
Bids begin at : 9 AM EST (6/21)
Auctions end: 9 PM (7/1)
you must register with Ebay to place bids for the auction (if you are not registered)

Thank you for posting this button and/or attending the auction.

FLY THAT FLAG!

Here in the United States of America, Monday May 30th will be celebrated as Memorial Day. A federal holiday observed on the last Monday in May, it is more than a day off from school or work. It was once known as Decoration Day and commemorates U.S. soldiers who died while in military service to their country, whether here or abroad. History says it was first enacted to honor Union and Confederate soldiers following the devastating Civil War. After World War II, it was voted to honor all Americans who die in all wars.


Unfortunately, some people see the long holiday weekend as an excuse to party, drink, and take a few extra days off from work. Until you have someone in the service. I was one of ‘those people’ and, if I had the time off from work, devoted my free time to shopping, family gatherings, fireworks, trips to the beach, and...drinking.

Not so, anymore. Once my husband and I started researching our family genealogy and I discovered my mom was a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution and dad was in the SAR, I was enthralled with how many of our ancestors served. My dad had a stint in the Navy, and my father-in-law was a career officer in the Air Force. We visited the graves of our ancestors, men who died in wars spanning the time since this country was new, starting with the French and Indian wars.

One spring, when we still lived in New Hampshire, my husband and I took a trip south to track down certain family members. My great-great-great grandfather was shot in the chest at the battle of Malvern Hill in Virginia and captured by the Confederates. His brother fought at Gettysburg and died in another battle near the end of the war. We found his name carved inside the New York Monument on Little Round top, then knelt by his small gravestone that we finally tracked down.


We visited the memorial of Libby Prison in Richmond, Virginia where my husband’s great-great-great grandfather died near the end of the Civil War. The research, the family stories, and the graves opened our eyes, which made it hard to allow our youngest son to join the army back in 2002. After boot camp, being stationed in Germany, and a year serving in Iraq, he is home and continuing to serve in the Army Reserve. Happily, he lives nearby and is continuing his college education. He even helped me with my writing by coaching me on the correct military terminology when I wrote my contemporary military romance, UNWRAPPING CHRIS.

So, to my fellow Americans, enjoy your weekend but remember to make sure your flag is raised briskly to the top of the staff and then solemnly lowered to the half-staff position, where it remains only until noon. The morning position remembers the one million+ men and women who gave their lives in service of their country. At noon, the raised flag commemorates the living. Enjoy a family Barbeque, visit the beach, and honor your favorite soldier. Give them a big ‘Thank You.’



BOOK BLURB
Sometimes the best memories are worth unwrapping once more.

Army widow Jayne Rockwell searches for a secure future for her and her two daughters. Staff Sergeant Christopher Hawkins regrets leaving young Jayne eight years ago to go off to war. A crash encounter a week before Christmas thrusts these two lonely people back into each other’s lives once more.

Jayne must learn to trust a man who disappeared with her heart. Chris must overcome the guilt of taking her innocence, and then leaving her heartbroken and alone.

A Christmas wedding brings them closer when Jayne spies him as a groomsman in Highland dress, complete with kilt. He cannot keep his eyes off the woman in green velvet wearing a wedding ring. Accusations, explanations, and remorse leads to a love that erupts among candlelight, Christmas carols, and a dark room. Who needs mistletoe?

Nancy grew up on New York’s Long Island then attended school in the beautiful mountains of New Hampshire. She earned a degree in art education. After meeting her husband there, they raised a family in a small, nearby town. She was am EMT/firefighter on their small fire department then worked for the State of New Hampshire as a 9-1-1 Emergency Medical Dispatcher. Nancy now writes full time, lives in North Carolina, and is a member of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Fantasy Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, Celtic Heart Romance Writers, and Sisters-in-Crime. She also writes as Nancy Lennea.

Please check out her WEBSITE, BLOG, and her free excerpt at WHISPERS PUBLISHING.

This story may also be downloaded at AMAZON.

MY CABLE WENT OUT!!!

O-M-G.  Today my cable went out.  Totally out.  All day.  All day long!  It isn't right; it isn't fair.  I paid!  On time, even.  But it was....OUT!  No internet.  No cable TV.  Is this what drug withdrawal is like?  I've had flu that hurt less!
 

Really, it was terrible.  It was out when I left for work and then it was out when I came home for lunch.  I toyed with the idea of driving my laptop 19 miles to the nearest place I could plug it in but...I had to go back to work.  I passed two cable service trucks on my road on the way back to work.  Yes, I did stop and rolled down my window and asked them how soon I could have my cable back.  THEY DIDN'T KNOW!!!

It was torture.  All afternoon at work I worried whether I would have internet access when I got home.  I just knew it had to be fixed.  After all, at $88 a month, how could the cable company let me down like that???  ARGH.  Then I got home, clicked and entered and it said MY CONNECTIVITY HAD BEEN LOST!!!   I freaking knew my connectivity had been lost, all I wanted to know was when it was coming back.  I had a meltdown.  I screamed.  Really, really loud.  My dogs ran to the basement and I still haven't found the cats.  Oh, it was brutal.  You wouldn't have known me (well, maybe a couple of you would have. )

Obviously I got it back.  I punched and clicked, beat up the mouse, unplugged and re-plugged every plug, DUSTED the plugs on my hands and knees, threatened, implored, kicked, screamed and whined and eventually it came back.  My-connectivity-had-been-lost.  HOW DARE THEY?

MY ODE TO A TREE

Trees are great. They provide shade in the summer, and homes for birds and squirrels all year long. Some are 'evergreen' like white pine and spruce while others grow leaves that change color in the fall before dropping and obliterating my yard. Yes, I love trees.


Some trees hold secrets or take on faerie-like qualities, such as trees I have captured on film adorned with Spanish Moss. Can't you just see the plantation beyond? What history these trees have seen. Yes, I love trees.

Many cultures adore certain trees and even worship them. The Celts, in ancient times around the first of May, actually worshiped nine sacred woods by burning them in two seperate bonfires. While these trees such as Rowan, Apple, Dogwood, Poplar, Juniper, Cedar, Pine, Holly and Oak burst into flames, these early May Day celebrators would herd their livestock between them for good luck. Not very good luck for the burning trees, I imagine, but trees are a renewable fuel. Yes, I love trees.


Some trees grow hundreds of feet tall and sway in the wind, like eerie sentinels, protecting my home from the damaging rays of the sun. Their leaves remind me of the green of the mountains and their dance during storms are an eerie testament to the power of the weather. And, when one unlucky maple tree decided it had had too much of a good thing--standing tall and proud beside my driveway--down it came. On top of my car. No, no...I really LOVE trees.


Nancy Lee Badger also writes as NANCY LENNEA and lives in North Carolina which recently suffered damage in an outbreak of tornadoes, but she continues to write full-time. DESTINY'S MOUNTAIN is a recent release from Red Rose Publishing and it contains TREES. Well, the contemporary romantic suspense set in the White Mountains of New Hampshire also has stalkers, mountain rescues, ghostly voices, spicy love, and a happy ending.

Buy Link: http://bit.ly/a4NOHE

NEW KINDLE RELEASE: "DON'T LOOK NOW!" BY HEIDE KATROS

Here is a brand new release hot off the Kindle presses!  Heide always delivers with a generous and suspenseful read, so settle down with a cup of coffee and enjoy this one!

Les Harper faces some tough choices about his future with a prestigious law firm and the unexpected inheritance of his father’s estate. Hoping to clear his mind, he decides on a short trip to New Orleans. Instead of the anticipated R&R he ends up in a police holding cell, a suspect in a street murder.

Careena Torres, a tough New Orleans cop, is the arresting officer. She turns a deaf ear to his claim about his innocence. However, when his claims are confirmed the next day she looks him up to apologize. She is not prepared for the instant attraction she feels for Les. For years she has hidden a dark past behind her police badge. She is not ready for any relationship, though she doesn’t realize that it’s already too late for that. But since the murder was gang related, sanctioned by a handful of dirty cops who believe that Careena and Les know more than they admit, both their lives are on the line.

BUY LINK:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004RUZOF0

AUTHOR HEIDE KATROS:

Heide Katros was born and raised in Germany near the French border. She traveled extensively throughout Europe and met her pharmacist husband Mitch while on vacation at the Isle of Rhodos, Greece. Heide and Mitch have two grown sons and are grandparents to Alex and Anna. They live with their dog Bibi in Winter Haven, Florida. Heide is an avid tennis player, while her husband enjoys golf.

CONTEST!!! 

If you would like to enter a drawing for an autographed paperback copy of the book, just leave a comment and your email address.  A name will be drawn on Friday, 3/18/11.