Release Day Blitz and Giveaway for Show No Weakness

I’m so pleased and excited that my first book baby is back on the market. Roane Publishing released Show No Weakness today and as part of the celebrations, we’re doing a giveaway.

You can visit any or all of the following blogs to enter the contest.

http://thereadingaddict-elf.blogspot.com/2017/04/show-no-weakness-by-joyce-m-holmes.html

http://terrirochenski.blogspot.ca/2017/04/new-release-show-no-weakness-guestpost.html

http://sylv.net/release-blitz-for-show-no-weakness-by-joyce-m-holmes/

http://reviewsbycacb.blogspot.ca/2017/04/giveaway-show-no-weakness-by-joyce-m.html

https://lizjosette.blogspot.ca/2017/04/release-blitz-show-no-weakness-by-joyce.html

http://thepenmuse.net/blitz-show-no-weakness-joyce-m-holmes/

https://carolcassada.com/2017/04/10/show-no-weakness-by-joyce-m-holmes/

http://londonsj.blogspot.ca/2017/04/show-no-weakness-by-joyce-m-holmes.html

https://redpennreviews.com/blog-tours/released-today-show-no-weakness/

I’ve updated my bookshelf with my lovely new cover and blurb, and have included some buy links. I’ll add Amazon as soon as it becomes available. You can check it out here.

I’ve also posted a fresh excerpt. To read it, click here.

Release Day for Visual Effects

My fourth published book, Visual Effects, hits digital stands today. And, amazingly, my print copies hit my doorstep this morning. Usually I have a long weeks-to-months wait before I can hold my own book in my sweaty little hand, so kudos to The Wild Rose Press for getting my order out without delay.

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Visual Effects blurb:

Drey Winston is a fierce competitor who enjoys challenging her mind and body. But when it comes to her heart—no one ever gets close enough to compete for it. Having grown up believing she was an unwanted burden to her parents, she prefers to keep her feelings well hidden. Just when her hard-fought goals are finally within reach, the audacious Jesse Devlin comes along to breach her carefully guarded defenses.

After a disastrous marriage early in life, Jesse Devlin prefers strings-free relationships. Confident and outgoing, he gets along well with women, but his natural charm can’t seem to penetrate Drey Winston’s aloofness. While attempting to win her over, he’s the one who ends up losing his heart.

Can this commitment-phobic bachelor convince the stubbornly independent woman he loves that his feelings—and hers—are the real deal?

I also came across a new review, so that makes two, so far. Both reviews are available to read on Goodreads. I’ve spent many an hour sending out requests for reviews, so hopefully I’ll soon have more to add to these two. I’ll post them on the ‘Links to reviews” tab as soon as I come across them.

I’ve updated the buy links on my book shelf tab, so if you’re interested, that’s where to go to make a purchase. And thank you for your support. It means the world.

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Spotlight on Iris Blobel and Echoes of the Past

Today’s spotlight shines on multi-published author, Iris Blobel, and her new release, Echoes of the Past. Echoes of the Past is a New Adult contemporary romance and is the first book in Iris’s Fermosa Bar series.

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Blurb

Emily Bradshaw waited over twenty years to see Connor again…

When her childhood friend, Connor Walsh, returns home to see his ailing father, Emily is elated to be reunited with the handsome man who moved to London so many years ago. But excitement fades to disappointment when he doesn’t remember her—or their first kiss. With her crush on Connor still in full swing, she’s determined to enjoy the short time he’s in Fermosa Bay, even though she knows her heart will break when he returns to his life in London.

When Connor receives news that his biological father is terminally ill, he returns to Fermosa Bay, Australia.

With memories of his childhood tucked fondly in the back of his mind, returning to the small, coastal town leaves him to wonder how life would have been if his mother had never taken him away. Would he have been married and had children? Perhaps with Emily Bradshaw…

Secrets from long ago begin to unfold…

As Connor and his father grow closer, Connor learns his parents have a broken love story of their own. Will the echoes of the past lure him into staying, maybe for good? Or will he relive his parents’ tragic story and flee to London?

Walking away from a real chance at true love…

Excerpt

Connor leaned against the window frame with his arms crossed as he watched the waves crashing against the rocks. In front of him, as wide as the horizon, was the ocean. With the clouds drifting in from the sea, the sky had turned grey and dark, and he knew there’d be even more rain coming later in the day.

He would’ve enjoyed the scene if it hadn’t reminded him of his changing life. He’d been back in Fermosa Bay for two days already, but the memories of the first seven years of his life he’d spent in this small Australian coastal town were tucked away in the back of his mind. Seemingly inaccessible. Nowadays, his life was in London and had been for the last twenty-three years. He took a couple of deep breaths as he looked towards the harbour in the distance, and the small town in the alcove with the hilly forest in the background where he’d spend the first seven years of his life. It was truly one very picturesque little place.

A noise from the other end of the house hauled him back from his thoughts, and he stepped away from the window. Over the last few weeks, since he’d decided to accept Jack’s invitation to Australia, he’d had visions of what he’d find here. His mother hadn’t told him much about the time she’d lived here, except about Jack owning a pub. Connor had been furious for her lack of memory, but in the end admitted to himself it’d probably not been a time she’d like to remember.

So he was surprised to find out that Jack lived in this massive house just outside Fermosa Bay, on the top of the cliffs, with a view over the ocean. The house had five rooms and a small study at the back. The lounge room, with a high pitched ceiling, had wood fire heating and a big window front. Connor had loved the house the instant he’d stepped into it.

When he entered the hall, he saw his father and said, “Good morning, Jack.”

The old man sighed sadly. “You still can’t bring it over your heart to call me Dad?”

Connor’s gaze wandered from his father to all the many framed photos along the wall. Jack was in many of the photos, but most them had people in them he didn’t know, except the biggest one, which showed Connor as a child in Jack’s arms. A wave of sadness shook him. No, it wasn’t in him to call him Dad. Or to even think of him as his dad.

After a moment’s silence, he turned to his father and shook his head. “Sorry.”

Jack coughed, and Connor quickly rushed to his side, holding him upright.

“Another bad day?” Connor asked.

“Son, there will be no more good days. One day is like the other, until it will be the last.”

The words struck Connor deep enough to feel some emotions for his father. He knew time was running out, but hearing it made it sound final.

“There’s a front coming, but I think you’d be able to sit outside for a little while. At least until the nurse comes.”

Jack simply nodded.

Connor helped his father out onto the deck where the old man sat down on his swing seat.

“Thanks, Son.”

Without a reply, Connor stepped away and watched the sea again.

“I couldn’t keep you away from the water when you were a child,” Jack said.

“What do you mean?” Connor asked.

Jack didn’t answer, so he turned around to look at his father. The old man stared into the distance, a withdrawn expression on his face.

“You were constantly in the water. Whatever opportunity you had, you grabbed your little board and spent most of the day there.”

“So what happened?”

His father shrugged. “You left with your mother.”

Sitting down on the chair next to Jack, Connor let out a long breath. “Something must’ve happened. I never go near water, let alone go in it.”

Still gazing into the distance, Jack said, “I still have the blue board. Ethan’s little son sometimes uses it nowadays.”

Not sure where the conversation was heading, Connor just went along. “Who’s Ethan?” he asked.

The reaction from his father wasn’t what he expected. With his shoulders sagged, Jack closed his eyes. He looked so old and frail. From what Connor saw in all the photos around the house, cancer had taken a lot of life out of his father, leaving behind a haggard body with no energy left. Initially, he’d been taken aback by their similarities in looks, with their dark brown eyes and dark blond hair, including the stubborn curl above the ears, but after all, Jack was his father.

“Ethan was your best friend when you lived here.”

Pain shot through Connor as he was again confronted with a piece of information about his past that he knew nothing about. What had happened all those years ago, that his memory blocked these recollections of his childhood?

“How is your mother?” Jack asked suddenly.

Was it a sign of his illness that the old man wasn’t able to hold on to one topic anymore, or was he out to annoy Connor?

“She’s doing well.”

“Married?”

“Yes.”

Jack nodded. “She was beautiful when she lived here. So beautiful.”

Leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees, Connor asked, “Why did you ask her to leave?”

Finally, their eyes locked, and his father’s confusion took Connor aback.

“Son, what are you talking about?”

Author Bio

Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.

Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.

Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.

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Iris’s Social Media Links:

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Buy Links:

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Thank you for sharing Echoes of the Past today, Iris. Your excerpt certainly made me want to read more, and I wish you all the best with this new release and the rest of your series.

 

Introducing Visual Effects!

I’m doing a mid-week post because I have some exciting news to share. Yesterday I got the email I’ve long been waiting for. Visual Effects has a release date! My big baby will be published on April 13th. And this is my pretty, new cover.

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I really like this cover and I think it goes well with Dare to Risk All’s cover, my first book with The Wild Rose Press.

Visual Effects truly is the book of my heart. It touches on emotional subjects that affect me personally, and no matter how many times I read it, it makes my eyes leak. I don’t out and out cry, but my eyes leak and my throat hurts. Every single time. I hope it will touch my readers even half as much.

I originally wrote this story back in the late 1990’s, so needless to say when I hauled it out of mothballs in 2012, it needed major rewrites. Partway through revisions, I became overwhelmed and abandoned it to work on Dare to Risk All. Then I wrote and published It’s Complicated.

Despite needing so much work, Visual Effects continued to call to me. As I once again worked this story, I started to wonder if it was jinxed. So many things went wrong. Besides needing a ton of structural and artistic changes, I had a huge computer file snafu, which set me back incredibly. (Not to mention the twenty plus pages of chicken scratch notes I’d accumulated on this story over the years that needed to be deciphered). But, like Drey, my female character in this story, I have an abundance of tenacity.

I plugged along and plugged along. Maybe I plugged a little too long, because when I finally decided the story was finished, I had about 96,000 words. Far too many. So back I went to beginning, doing my best to eliminate some of that excess wordage. I was aiming for 86,000 in the final product and settled for 92,000. It’s a big story and it needs that many words to tell it.

This is the back cover blurb:

Drey Winston is a fierce competitor who enjoys challenging her mind and body. But when it comes to her heart—no one ever gets close enough to compete for it. Having grown up believing she was an unwanted burden to her parents, she prefers to keep her feelings well hidden. Just when her hard-fought goals are finally within reach, the audacious Jesse Devlin comes along to breach her carefully guarded defenses.

After a disastrous marriage early in life, Jesse Devlin prefers strings-free relationships. Confident and outgoing, he gets along well with women, but his natural charm can’t seem to penetrate Drey Winston’s aloofness. While attempting to win her over, he’s the one who ends up losing his heart.

Can this commitment-phobic bachelor convince the stubbornly independent woman he loves that his feelings—and hers—are the real deal?

As soon as I have the buy links, I’ll post them here and on my Facebook page.

And because I can, here’s my lovely cover one more time. 🙂

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Spotlight On Kristin Wallace and Left Turn At Paradise

Today we turn the spotlight on USA Today Bestselling author, Kristin Wallace, as she shares her latest release, Left Turn At Paradise, Book 1 in her Shellwater Key Tales.

The Shellwater Key Tales

As children, Layla, Emma and Callie made a vow to be “friends for life”. Life and heartache intrudes, and each ends up going her separate way. Years later, they all return to their hometown of Shellwater Key, Florida for different reasons. All soon become involved in reviving the old Paradise Dinner Theatre, and it is there that they find healing and ultimate happiness.

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LEFT TURN AT PARADISE (Book 1)

High-powered business executive Layla McCarthy has lost everything, but an abandoned dinner theatre is about to usher in a brand new act in her life.

Layla McCarthy has spent most of her life trying to outrun the wild reputation of the mother who abandoned her. Raised by her grandmother, Layla puts all her faith in building a career, only to lose everything. So, when she learns her grandmother and great aunt have bought the old Paradise Dinner Theatre, she returns to her hometown of Shellwater Key to ensure her relatives don’t lose their life savings. Reviving The Paradise brings an unexpected romance with Grayson Kendall, the enigmatic director hired to produce the first show. But nothing will ever be the same when Layla’s long-lost mother returns, looking to make amends.

In the end, The Paradise will become the backdrop as Layla opens her heart to love…and three generations of McCarthy women find a way through past mistakes to a new life filled with hope and redemption.

Excerpt:

I have a mortgage. A lease on a new luxury car. I am an unabashed shopaholic and like regular meals. I need a new job. A new career. A whole new life.

Layla McCarthy tried to quell the panic as she pictured the pile of bills waiting for her at home. Bills she had no way of paying thanks to her now empty bank account.

A human hurricane had struck her life, leaving her business, LM Concepts, strewn across the landscape. Her passion, her baby, the one thing that had never disappointed her…gone. All because Layla’s business partner had fallen in love and decided to abscond with him…and the company funds.

She really should have decked him.

The moment Melanie’s spray-tanned, Euro-trash boyfriend had used kissing the back of Layla’s hand as a cover for looking down her shirt, she should have decked him. As a green-eyed blonde with a body that screamed bombshell, Layla was used to leers and suggestive comments, even from her friends’ significant others. Usually, they tried to be discreet about it though. Julian hadn’t even made an effort.

For Melanie’s sake, Layla had restrained herself.

She’d wound up losing everything for her trouble. Whatever had been left after Melanie fled had gone to pay vendors, a private investigator who was still sending her invoices for what looked to be nothing more than internet searches, and an outrageously expensive bankruptcy attorney. Layla might have held strong and kept going, except her clients took a hike too, unwilling to stay aboard a ship that had Titanic written all over the bow.

She’d known this day would be difficult, but she hadn’t expected the gut-wrenching sense of loss. The soul-shattering knowledge that she was a failure at thirty. Failing was something Layla never did.

She walked to the window and looked down at the street. From this vantage she could see both downtown Miami and Biscayne Bay. Traffic flowed on Biscayne Boulevard, the cars looking like giant ants marching back and forth—all racing to get somewhere, while Layla’s life had come to a screeching halt.

“This is awful,” a voice said from behind her. “It feels like someone died.”

Something had died. Her marketing business, her reputation, and her sense of financial security had all been killed by a backstabbing partner and a playboy with orange-hued skin.

Layla looked over her shoulder at her secretary. Kelly had been crying ever since they’d arrived to gather what remained of the business and close up shop for good. She dabbed at her eyes and nose before crumpling up the tissue and tossing it in the garbage can.

Layla’s life seemed a lot like that Kleenex.

“I still can’t believe Melanie betrayed you,” Kelly said. “Betrayed everyone.”

Layla moved to the desk and emptied the last drawer into a trash bag. “I can.”

“Right,” Kelly said, rolling her eyes. “I forgot one of Layla McCarthy’s cardinal rules. Never trust anyone.”

Layla paused to wave her arms around the nearly empty office. “Hello? I should have known better, but I thought Melanie was too logical to lose her head over any man.”

Kelly sighed. “Julian was so gorgeous, I can almost – almost – understand. I don’t know how many times Melanie told me she couldn’t believe a man like him would want her.”

Layla slammed the drawer closed. “That’s no excuse.”

“No, but for someone like Melanie who’s never had men notice her that way—” Kelly glanced over. “Maybe you wouldn’t understand. Men always notice you.”

Layla heard the unspoken assumption that she had men falling to their knees. Why did no one consider that her looks were not always an advantage? That she’d had to work overtime to prove herself to coworkers and bosses who were convinced that an extra dose of cleavage meant all the brain cells had been sucked out of her head. It’s why she’d started LM Concepts in the first place.

She could have told Kelly all of that, but Layla didn’t have the emotional energy to fight the world’s misconceptions.

“No, I’m sure I wouldn’t,” Layla said.

An awkward silence descended as Kelly realized she’d stepped into a minefield. She swallowed and looked away. “So…what now?”

Layla took a deep breath, trying to ignore the hitch in her chest that spelled tears. She hated crying almost as much as failing. “We move on.”

“Right.” Kelly gave Layla a hug and then picked up her box of personal belongings. “I’ll see you.”

Layla waited till Kelly was gone before hanging her head. Her eyes stung, and she blinked to clear her vision.

What does come now?

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00ZSF2Z5U

iTunes: http://indi.uno/1CcnEKv

Kobo: http://indi.uno/1Ts45sv

About Kristin Wallace

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Kristin is the USA Today Best Selling Author of inspirational and contemporary romance, and women’s fiction filled with “love, laughter and a leap of faith”. Growing up Kristin devoured books like bags of Dove Dark Chocolate. Her first Golden Book led to Laura Ingalls Wilder, Nancy Drew, C.S. Lewis and the Sweet Valley High series. Later, she discovered romance novels and fell in love all over again. It’s no surprise that she would one day try her hand at writing them. Kristin is the author of the Covington Falls Chronicles, inspirational romances set in a fictional Southern town, as well as the Shellwater Key Tales.

Connect with Kristin:

Website: http://KristinWallaceAuthor.com

Facebook – http://facebook.com/KristinWallaceAuthor

Twitter – http://twitter.com/KWallaceAuthor

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Kristin-Wallace/e/B00G5KX80I

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7361414.Kristin_Wallace

 

Fairest of the Faire with author Susabelle Kelmer

Susabelle Kelmer joins us today on Monday Musings to talk about her debut novel, Fairest of the Faire. Welcome, Susabelle. (Love your name, btw!) Start by telling us a little about yourself.

Susabelle Kelmer is a wife and mother living at the base of the Rocky Mountains in northern Colorado. She believes in romance, second chances, and the magic of moonlight. When she isn’t writing, she works with students with disabilities in the college environment.

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Do you live in a city or small town, and what places do you most like to visit?

I live in a small city just east of the Rocky Mountains in northern Colorado. My very favorite place to visit is Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park, just 25 miles away. I have a season pass to the park and love to go up to the highest points and just look off at the world. There is a small lake there, called Lake Irene, that gives me the most wonderful sense of calm. For a little gas money, I can lose myself for an entire day. In town, I hang out at all of the coffee shops (I’ve visited all thirteen), and spend time in many of our 35 city parks. It’s a beautiful place to live.

It sounds fantastic. My kind of scenery too. We’re not far from the Rocky Mountains either, and their magnificence never ceases to leave me in awe. What were you like as a youngster?

I was a shy, gangly kid. I loved playing dress-up, and “house,” with my neighborhood friends. My mother had yards and yards of lace curtains that had seen better days, which my friends and I used to make fabulous gowns or would drape over the lawn furniture to make exciting make-believe getaways. I grew up in a busy suburb of St. Louis, back in the day when you could walk to the corner store to buy a Coke or a bag of candy without risk.

Ah, yes, the neighborhood corner store…fond memories. And it sounds like a childhood ripe for encouraging a strong imagination. Do you have a favorite author or book?

I am in love with the writing of Sarah Addison Allen. I had walked past an end-cap in a Barnes and Noble store where Garden Spells was displayed, and the cover intrigued me. I probably walked past it for several weeks before I broke down and bought it (I spent a lot of time in that bookstore, as you can tell!). I loved it from beginning to end. Sarah has a way of weaving magic through her stories, something I wish I could do. Her latest, First Frost, is on my reading list for later this summer.

How great that your hunch paid off. It’s always exciting to find a new author to love. What are you reading right now?

I am reading The Lace Reader by Brunonia Barry. I picked it up at a thrift store up in the mountains, when I was trying to kill time during a rainstorm that had cut my hiking a bit short. Again, this is a book that mixes in magic with the story line.

What’s the best thing about being a writer? What do you like the least?

The best thing about being a writer is being able to tell stories. I think it’s something you are born with, but you also have to use it or you lose it. I’ve been writing all my life, so my brain has had plenty of practice! I love being able to come up with a story about something or someone, creating little fantasy vignettes of everyday life. The hardest part about being a writer is writer’s block. It happens, even to prolific writers! Sometimes you just can’t figure out how to get past a particular scene, and you have to think on it or do something else until that blockage breaks free.

That blasted writer’s block. The bane to an author’s existence. I find sometimes when I hit a wall, it’s because I was headed in the wrong direction and have to backtrack until I find my way again. Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I am a bit of both. I usually don’t start writing a story until I kind of have an idea of what that story is. However, I do not outline, as that seems to take all the fun out of my stories. I am also a “spiral” or “scene-driven” writer. I may get an idea for a story from a picture of someone, or from having witnessed some exchange between strangers. That tiny kernel (a person, or a small real-life scene) then develops into the story. I do write in a linear way – beginning to end.

Me too! My stories often evolve from a single scene and I have to write linear. Is it difficult or easy to come up with titles and character names?

Titles often take their time coming to me. I had written all of Fairest of the Faire and gone through the second draft before a title occurred to me. It was frustrating! Characters, however, get their names easily. I think of cool names all the time, and I keep a list of them so I have them handy when I need them. I use many methods to find names for secondary characters, including an old copy of the white pages, a baby names book, and searching websites if I’m looking for ethnic names.

Oh, wow, another thing we have in common. I follow the exact same process picking names. Describe your hero and heroine.

Connie Meyers is a schoolteacher who was betrayed by the husband she thought she knew. She is naïve, in a way, but also just good-hearted, so she was hurt badly when she discovered all that he had done behind her back. She’d have never known if he hadn’t been killed in an accident, and navigating through being a widow and picking up the pieces is difficult for her.

Gage Youngblood is a bachelor happily enjoying the charms of whatever woman may come along. On the weekends, he works at his brother’s traveling Renaissance festival, and during the week he works as a carpenter in his home remodeling business. When he meets Connie at the festival, he suddenly loses the ability to think clearly, and also starts daydreaming about settling down and raising a family.

What inspired you to write about these particular characters?

I was educated to be a school teacher, although I ended up not teaching for more than a short time, since it turns out my passions lie elsewhere. I am also a bit naïve at times, or at least, gullible. I want to believe there is always good intentions in people, so Connie’s character plays out some of those qualities. Connie was a great way to express those parts of myself. Gage is fashioned after an actual character I met at the St. Louis Renaissance Festival. He was so good-looking, and I and my BFF Erika practically stalked him all around the fair that day. I knew I had to write about him.

Great reason for a character, lol, and he’d be very clear in your mind. Tell us more about Fairest of the Faire.

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Blurb:

Schoolteacher Connie Meyers is suddenly a young widow, her husband killed in a horrific car accident. Heartbroken to find out he had gambled away everything they had, she moves to her sister-in-law’s Midwest home to rebuild her life. A trip to the local Renaissance Faire with her nieces leads to a summer job as a costumed storyteller.

Avowed bad boy and fair performer Gage Youngblood is infatuated with Connie at first sight. Despite his deliberately commitment-free life, and Connie’s don’t-touch-me attitude, he soon has her in his arms, realizing quickly she is also in his heart.

When she is threatened by her late husband’s bookie, he steps into the role of protector, his fate forever sealed with hers.

We’d love to read an excerpt.

Excerpt:

“Who said anything about a relationship?” he said, standing up so he could tower over her again. “I’m just trying to have a little fun. You know, fun?”

If he’d been an animal, she was sure he’d have had hair raised on the back of his neck, he seemed so angry, and it struck her painfully. She hadn’t wanted to anger him or hurt him. She turned away from him and closed her eyes to tamp down the tears she knew would come if she let them. She crossed her arms over her chest, to hold in the pain. Being tired made her much too vulnerable.

“Yes,” she finally said. “I know about fun. Life isn’t always fun, though.”

“Princess.” His voice was soft, tender. “I won’t hurt you. It’s not in my plan.”

Despite herself, she felt the shivers of desire race down from her shoulders, down her arms and legs, and back up to that secret, soft place at her core. She bowed her head and gritted her teeth, hoping for the feeling to go away.

“And what is your plan, Gage?”

“It’s a simple plan. I want you to feel good. I want to feel good, too.”

Nice. What can we expect from you next? Are you working on anything new?

I am working on another novel. I don’t write series, so this is completely new. The story features Dulcie, a geek working at a college, and Russ, an architect. There is, of course, going to be a bad guy, and some suspense, as that is what I like to work into a story. It is still in the very early stages and has no title yet.

I like a little suspense in a story too, but unfortunately that’s not my forte, so I have to settle for reading suspense rather than writing it. Good luck with the work-in-progress. Where can we find you and your book on the internet?

Website – http://www.susabelle.com

Blog – http://journal.celestialchicken.com

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/SusabelleKelmer

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/SusabelleKelmer

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/susabelle

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/susabellekelmer

Buy at Wild Rose Press:

http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=6250

Buy at Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Fairest-Faire-Susabelle-Kelmer-ebook/dp/B00XCXYLSO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1431812679&sr=8-1&keywords=fairest+of+the+faire

Buy at Barnes and Noble (Nook):

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fairest-of-the-faire-susabelle-kelmer/1105797425?ean=2940151416306

Thanks for visiting with us, Susabelle. I enjoyed our time together. Best of luck to you with Fairest of the Faire and all your future endeavors.