Monday, May 12, 2014

Monday Blues Promotion....Share an excerpt

It's been a VERY long while since I've opened up a promotion post, so today, you get one! I'm not even going to pick a theme. Share an excerpt, no longer than 750 words if possible, with buy links or a way for readers to find you.  Simple as that! I want to find some new stuff, or just enjoy something that I've already read.  And don't forget to share!


  1. Thank you!
    Mine is from Ride A Falling Star:

    “This is like a bad movie,” the cowboy said. “Go out for a few drinks with friends, and what do you know…a pretty girl hops in your truck…then you’re on the run…hellfire.”
    “I’m sorry I got you involved.” Ava wanted to crawl under the seat and stay there. This guy didn’t deserve any of this. “Let’s find a police station and you can go about your business.”
    “It won’t be that simple,” he said. “He shot at you, hit my truck. That makes me a witness. Besides, I can’t just throw you out at the front door and leave you there.”
    “I’m sorry,” Ava repeated.
    “Yeah, me too. My backers aren’t going to like this one bit.”
    “You’re an athlete?” She glanced at him again. A cowboy hat. Jeans. Boots. The arm of his right sleeve covered with sponsor patches. A big belt buckle shining under the street lights. It dawned on her he’d probably been in town with the National Finals Rodeo. “A rodeo cowboy?”
    “I ride saddle broncs.”
    “Wow.” She was suitably impressed. Rodeo cowboys came into the Blue Valentine every December during the two weeks of the National Finals Rodeo. Some of the girls talked about how sexy some of the bull riders were, but Ava had never dated a cowboy.
    “You see that guy?” The cowboy’s terse question brought her back to the present.
    A quick glance over her shoulder showed nothing. “No. Look, I’m close to my house. Why don’t you take me there? I’ll call the police from home.”
    “Better idea. Dial 911 and have them meet us there.”
    She’d been so rattled, the thought of dialing 911 hadn’t even occurred to her. “Super plan.”
    His sardonic grin flashed in the dark. “I have them from time to time.”
    In spite of her fear, she smiled tremulously. “Good to know.”

    1. This sounds really good! Thanks for the excerpt - I'll have to add this to my list as now I want to know why she is being chased and shot

  2. Thank you StormGoddess! Here is mine from The Garnet Dagger Book 1 Legends of Oblivion series still on sale for 99cents at Amazon and Kobo (which could change at any moment because the sale was over last Monday, but neither of these ebook retailers have changed it yet – so more savings for readers :)

    I hated to wake Celeste, but we needed to keep moving.
    Outside the cave, I leaned in. “Celeste?”
    She didn’t answer me.
    With a frown, I crawled into the cave. She lay on her side, her breathing even.
    I brushed back a leaf stuck in her blond hair. My fingers glided across her brow and a shock radiated through me.
    Perhaps, because I was already full from my curse, I could touch her? Cautious, I leaned over her. My lips tingled before they even brushed hers.
    She sighed against my mouth, and kissed me back.
    Her mouth opened like a blossom. Gingerly, my tongue touched hers. Surely nectar was not as sweet as this. Her arms rose, bringing me closer. I fell across her, my body shivering from my power.
    Damn my curse. I leapt off her and banged my head against the cave’s ceiling.
    She stared up at me as if to focus. “Brock?”
    “Aye,” I replied and backed away, ashamed of what I’d done. Prophecy demanded I end her life. What was I doing kissing her?

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    1. Interesting excerpt! Thanks for sharing

  3. Thanks, Nikki! Here's a bit from my new contemporary romance release, Summertime Dream. Available at Amazon: and all other ebook retailers.

    Margie laughed. “Of course, in my dreams it was a bit less rundown.”

    “I’d imagine so. Interested in buying?”

    “Oh, if only I could, I would in an instant. I’m sure the property alone is worth far more than I can afford. It’s a huge piece of land. And the repairs and restoration...” Longing swelled. She sighed. Someone else would buy and live in her dream home.

    Quiet fell between them for a while. Bees buzzed in the clover. Birds sang, chirped, and flitted. A hummingbird whizzed past. Two more ducks joined the first amid quiet bickering quacks. Dandelion fluff drifted by on an unfelt breeze.

    A truck rattled down the lane, breaking the moment.

    “Suppose we ought to head back...” Christopher turned, so close their arms brushed, but instead of retreating, he hesitated. Their eyes locked. Where dismay and frustration had filled his green eyes, want simmered. The heavy air electrified.

    You need a change.

    On a surge of bewildering crazy courage, she stretched up and kissed him. The brief brush of lips to lips left her shaken and her heart pounding, like she had just come up for air.
    His eyes widened in his serious, craggy face.

    No, oh, no. Blowing out an unsteady breath, she pressed a hand to her stomach. She’d carried her day’s adventure one impetuous step too far. Her heroines were the daring part of her. She’d never even kissed on a first date before, and this wasn’t even a date.

    Before the apology fluttering in her mind could break free, he cupped her cheek and touched his mouth down on hers.

    1. Thanks for the excerpt - have this on my kindle to read just haven't had a chance to get to it yet...sigh

  4. Thanks StormGoddess! New book just out by a new author already getting 4 and 5 star reviews.
    Awakening by Sydney Holmes

    Book One

    Ever feel like everyone else has figured out this thing called life but you’re just watching it fly by, not really living?

    Nora Young still believes she has time to figure it all out. She can still go to law school and take on the Supreme Court, make love in the sun, or even share her dreams with her boyfriend. Maybe that explains her morose mood when she realizes she’s moving up the corporate ladder at work as an Event Specialist—not a party planner thank you very much! It might also explain the horror when her emotionally distant boyfriend tosses out the words “marriage” and “kids” as if they’re the inevitable next steps in their benumbed, stifling relationship.

    Nora realizes she needs to take control and create a life filled with passion, purpose and adventure.

    Ryan Cole walks into her office and seems to offer everything Nora is looking for: passion, adventure—exhibitionism? But just when Nora starts to open up to Ryan and his crazy adventures, his ex girlfriend warns her that Ryan’s real tastes are dangerously extreme. Intrigued, Nora pushes Ryan to reveal his secrets but will Nora be able to handle it when he comes clean? Does setting boundaries with Ryan mean saying goodbye to the most passionate, sexy man she’s ever met?

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  5. Thanks for the opportunity! Here is an excerpt from my mystery/romantic suspense novel Twenty-Five Years Ago Today:

    Cheryl came up behind Kris. Her voice sounded sad and tired. "Please don't tell my mother too much, even if you're making progress. I don't want to raise her hopes."
    Kris glanced back at Irene, who hunched on the couch, turning the locket over in her hand. "I'll be careful with what I say. My aunt would've been eager, too."
    "How was your cousin killed?"
    "She was strangled, kidnapped by a neighbor while walking alone. We were twelve."
    Cheryl heaved a sigh. "I'm sorry. I remember reading about that. It happened locally, didn't it?"
    "I know you're a terrific writer. I couldn't have been happier with the business story. I'm just concerned about my mother."
    "I understand," Kris said. "I won't let you down."
    She trudged out to her car and brushed off her windshield. She waited behind the steering wheel as the defroster warmed the interior. Not knowing Diana's whereabouts must have tormented Irene. Kris's family had agonized over Nicole's disappearance. As one day blended into the next, Nicole had seemed further and further away.
    Finding her was worse.
    Kris had learned a new phrase that May, a litany that surged back into her mind, drumming to the beat of the windshield wipers. If only.
    If only it hadn't rained the afternoon Nicole had disappeared.
    If only she hadn't climbed into the car with Randolph Coltraine.
    If only Aunt Susan had been home when Nicole called for a ride.
    Kris swallowed the metallic taste in her mouth. If only I didn't trick her.
    She chose the long route home, driving fast. She hadn't driven in New York and had forgotten the thrill of a climbing speedometer. Her first week back, she'd landed a speeding ticket.
    Kris skidded onto the Fremont State College campus, her tires kicking up tufts of snow. She passed dorms, tennis courts and the library before parking in front of the deserted baseball field. White trees cast shapeless shadows across the broad expanse of snow.
    A chunk of ice slid off the roof, hitting the front window. Kris jumped, her hand to her heart.
    "No one's out there," she murmured, gazing into the woods. "Not now."
    But once.
    Beyond those trees, Diana had lain dead.
    Police had crowded the scene, their search over.
    Middle-aged reporter Dex Wagner had scribbled in his notebook.
    Twenty-five years ago today.

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  6. This is from my new book, The Scent of Humanity:

    “What’s this?” he asked, cupping her face in his hand and running the thumb along the lower edge of her too-full lips. “A little hint of maturity? Silvie Childs apologizing?”
    She nipped his thumb at the jibe, not hard, just enough that he hissed out a breath in reaction. All hint of humor fled from him. He was intent, serious now, every nerve in his body on high alert. “Is that how you want to play it?” he whispered, his voice guttural. “Huh?” He moved a little closer to her, maneuvering her up against the open door. Slipped his thumb between her lips, parting them. “You think we’ve danced around this enough for one day, hmm?”
    “I don’t know what you mean.” Her lips brushed against his thumb as she spoke, igniting a spark within him. Interesting.
    “Liar,” he said as he dipped his head close enough to replace his thumb with his lips. But he didn’t. Instead, he skimmed his lips along her cheekbone to her right ear, flicked his tongue along the rim of the opening. Into her ear, he whispered, “When you stop lying to yourself, I’ll give you what you want.”
    She grabbed the hand he still cupped her face with, the gesture almost – convulsive. Hmm, what was that about? Her breath in his ear sent a shiver throughout his body. “And what,” she whispered against his cheek, “do you think I want?”
    He nipped her earlobe, smiled at her shocked gasp. Soothing the nip with a flick of his tongue, he murmured, “Oh, I don’t know.” Into her ear, “Think about it.” Sliding his lips along her cheek as he withdrew, he couldn’t resist allowing the tip of his tongue to flit across her lips in parting. When she opened her mouth as if in protest, he warned, “Uh-ah, you’ve got to stop lying to yourself first.”
    She slipped her fingers into his hair, grabbing hanks of it to anchor his head and prevent his retreat. He resisted the urge to smile – and to kiss her when she made the overture to him. He merely slipped his thumb back over her lips, using it as a barrier between them. When she cast him a pleading look, he asked, “Do you still hate me?”
    “Yes,” she admitted when he slid his thumb away, releasing her lips from captivity. “More than ever.”
    He smiled and angled his head, as if preparing to kiss her. “Why?” he asked instead.
    “You know why!”
    “Mm,” he murmured, accepting that as her answer. “And who do you hate more right now?” He dipped his head a little closer. “Me, because I won’t do what you want – or you, because you want it?”
    “Me, all me,” she whispered as she swooped in close and took what she wanted from him. What he allowed her to take from him. Voraciously.
    Good Lord, he thought moments before she pulled away, shock at her own actions clearly written on her face. Where had she learned to kiss like that?
    “Ah, Silvie,” he said, dragging his thumb over her full lower lip before he favored her with a lingering, open-mouthed kiss, “I don’t think you hate me as much as you think you do.” He pulled back before she could respond – to his words or his kiss – and jogged down the three short steps from her front porch to the walkway. “Goodnight, Silvie,” he called over a shoulder. “Lock the door behind me.”