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Heartbreaker Blog Hop

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Are our heroes heartthrobs or heartbreakers? Or are they just the same thing? Yummy right? Valentine’s Day is just around the corner for this blog hop and we’re gearing up to see what exactly is a heartbreaker. Is the song playing in your head line mine? “Cuz he’s a heartbreaker!” We love those sexy men, but what about those times in the story when they aren’t perfect. Because come on, we know they aren’t perfect. What makes those men heartbreakers? What can those guys do to make it better? Is there a way to grovel? Come on! Tell me about your heartbreaker!!

Almost 300 bloggers have giveaways and posts about those men we love!

But that’s not all….

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

***YOU MUST LEAVE YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS TO QUALIFY***

 Now what are those prizes?

 1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

Blog Hop Swag!

3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more! AHuntersBlade_w7301_750

My Prize is a PDF copy of A Hunter’s Blade (book 2 of the Hunter’s Dagger Series) to one lucky commentator.

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AHuntersAngel_w6861_750I’m offering an excerpt from A Hunter’s Angel (book 1 of the Hunter’s Daggers), showcasing vampire Ian McHenry…The 438 year old hunter who searches for his own kind and destroys those who prey upon humans. As an Agent in Charge, he and his FBI team are in Clayton, Pennsylvania, to track down a vicious serial killer, who Ian knows is a vampire he’s hunted for over a hundred years—his very own brother.

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  Is he a heartbreaker? What do you think?

“I wish you wouldn’t make yourself so public, especially not with him.”

She whirled and brought the brush up as if it were a club. Ian stood behind her and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Snowflakes clung to the black curls around his ears. The harsh glow from the parking lot lighting did nothing to hide the bleak set of his face.

She lowered the brush, but didn’t lessen her death grip on the plastic handle. Her words sizzled with acid. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Ian flinched and briefly closed his eyes. His countenance melted into what may have been regret. It was too damned late for regret. “I’m sorry, Grace. I’m truly sorry I’ve hurt you. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I shouldn’t have allowed any of it to happen.”

He swallowed hard enough to make his throat move and his voice gruff. “Brad isn’t right for you, but that isn’t why I wish you wouldn’t go out with him right now.”

She stared at him, unsure of what to make of his apology. In her heart, she wanted him to tell her not to go out with Brad because he still cared. “Why the hell not?”

Ian shifted a few steps closer. It was as if he glided over the snow, so fluid was the movement. “It’s simple, Grace. We’re dealing with a dangerous murderer here. I have a feeling he follows the investigations closely, much closer than Jeffrey Cavanaugh did.” He paused and looked toward the dark mountain, looming over the town in the east. After a second, his gaze connected with hers, more intense than before. “Grace, you’re not an amateur detective. You’re jeopardizing the case by making yourself a target. Don’t you see?”

His reason had nothing to do with whether or not he had feelings for her, but was about the case. She shook her head. A terrible pain exploded through her heart and echoed in the empty space with each difficult breath. Afraid she’d fall apart, Grace fisted her free hand over her chest. She gasped in the cold air and fought the urge to run. “No, I don’t see. I don’t fit the victim profile, Ian. And I’m not stupid. I hardly think the killer will attack while I’m with Brad. Besides, I’m a police chief, for the love of God! I can take care of myself.”

“I just think you should be careful. I have a bad feeling about this. I don’t want to see you hurt.” His low voice bounced off the sides of the crater where her heart had been.

“What the hell is your problem? You say Brad’s not good for me!” She glared at him, and her voice rose as she spoke. “Who gives you the right to determine that?” He winced and reached toward her, but she backed away and didn’t give him time to answer. She needed to get this out of her system more than she needed to hear his answers.

“You sure as hell weren’t good for me. You left me! You don’t want me hurt? Too fucking late for that, Ian. I remember the night we had. I remember what I said to you, and I remember what you said to me. You already had me. Why did you lie to me if it was only sex? Why did you make me fall in love with you only to throw me away?” She stopped, horror filled her, not only had she told him too much, let too much of her pain and emotions out, she was also crying. Grace never cried and despised the weakness almost as much as she hated him. She wiped at the tears with the back of her hand. “Damn you!”

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To read excerpts from both A Hunter’s Angel or A Hunter’s Blade click here.

Click for the list of bloggers in the Hop

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New Years Blog Hop

It’s another year over! Can you believe it? Well we authors, readers, and bloggers sure can’t. And to celebrate the New Year with bang, we’re going crazy and sending out so many prizes, fun parties, experiences, and other goodies, that it’s a bit scary. Each author has a favorite New Year memory, book, idea, or way to party and we’re going to show you! Can’t wait to see you January 1st – 6th!

And while we do that, we are EACH doing a giveaway. Yep. There will be over 200 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger.
But that’s not all….
We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

****PLEASE LEAVE YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS TO QUALIFY****

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $300 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

(Swag Pack eligible to US residents only, an international prize is available. All other prizes are international.)

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Now for my prize:

A copy of A Hunter’s Blade

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 New Year’s Memories

My favorite New Year’s Day memory comes from my teenage years. I grew up on a farm and with a grandmother who loved to bake. She could make just about anything and never used a written recipes. I inherited Granma’s knack for cooking without following a written recipe. She was also the storyteller in the family, so I guess I got that from her, too.

But I digress. My favorite memory happened one New Year’s Eve when Grandma and my mom and aunt decided to bake pies for the next day. It was already late afternoon, but it didn’t seem to matter. The four of us ended up ringing in the New Year having a blast baking pies.

I don’t remember the final pie count, but it was probably something like ten pies—pumpkin, apple, and cherry. A few of them were kept for the big traditional pork and sauerkraut dinner the next day and the rest were frozen for Sunday dinners at Grandma’s later in the year.

Do you have any fun memories of New Year’s Day past?

Have a fantastic 2013!

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A Hunter’s Blade

Available Everywhere January 2 from The Wild Rose Press.

“Great paranormal Romance!” WiLove Books Book Reviews

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Brigit Wolfe, a born werewolf, hasn’t killed a human in over a hundred years, although now, she wonders if the animal attacking people in Silver Creek, Colorado, isn’t her. But she might have bigger problems when her cowboy neighbor, Austin Calhoun, ambles into her bar. Austin hasn’t been a vampire for long, but he is determined to prove to himself that he’s worthy of his hunter’s dagger. Brigit’s rare beauty and blade-sharp tongue enchants him. She ignites a passion he thought was dead, but is she the killer his master sent him to destroy? During Austin’s investigation regarding Brigit’s involvement in the deaths, an old crime surfaces connected to her human best friend. These two immortal enemies have to join forces to solve the mystery before someone else dies. But can they survive the heat of their own desire?

EXCERPT:

She stopped in front of him and growled, “Let’s get something established about werewolves. There are two kinds. The lesser wolves who are made. And the Lykan who are born. I’m not one of the degenerates. I was born a Lykan in 1647. The first child of Valeriu and Elena. I’m an alpha and you are nothing more than a fledgling just hatched.”

He broke free of her power by drawing on his own. When he moved toward her, Austin held his hands to his side, ready to grab the hunter’s dagger sheathed inside his jacket. His fangs had long ago descended ready for a fight. “I don’t really give a flying fuck whether you were made, born, or hatched.”

When the energy of Brigit’s power touched him again, he pulled the silver blade. “I want to know if you’re the one preying on these people.”

Her eyes widened and she backed up a step as he approached. “I told you I didn’t attack those humans. I haven’t killed a mortal in over a hundred years. How many innocents have you snacked on tonight? How many of them did you want to kill?”

“I don’t hurt my prey,” he said through clenched teeth. He’d never let her know battling the beast within every feeding was the hardest thing he’d ever done. “If you didn’t kill those people then you have nothing to worry about. Best way to figure out who did is by working together.” He put the sliver blade away, and his fangs retracted.

“What do you have planned?”

Austin didn’t miss the slight quiver in her voice. “We begin with you telling me everything you remember from those nights you became the big, bad wolf.”

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Holiday Gifts of Love Blog Hop

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It’s a Happy Holiday from your favorite Authors and Bloggers. While we know everyone celebrates a different way, we wanted to make sure that you guys knew how much we treasure you all. So from Dec 14th to Dec 17th, all 200 or so of us will be blogging about the holidays and what they mean to us. We may talk about our favorite holiday traditions, recipes, gifts, reads, heroes, and so much more. We want to hear about what you do for the holidays, what you read, and who you’ll spend it with. We hope to see you here and happy hopping!

And while we do that, we are EACH doing a giveaway. Yep. There will be over 200 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger.

But that’s not all…

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

*1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

*2nd Grand Prize: A $200 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

*3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!AHuntersAngel_w6861_750

 *Also I’m giving away a copy of A Hunter’s Angel to one lucky poster so please leave your email address!

 

Link to the list of Bloggers participating in the Hop:  http://carrieannbloghops.blogspot.com/

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 One of my favorite things about the Christmas season is catching up on some of my favorite holiday movies.  Here are my top five.

5—A Christmas Romance, TV-1994, Olivia Newton-John and Gregory Harrison

4—The Santa Clause, 1994, Tim Allen

3— It’s a Wonderful Life, 1946, Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed

2—A Christmas Carol, TV-1984, George C. Scott

1—National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, 1989, Chevy Chase and Beverly D’Angelo

Actually number 1 and 2 are almost tied. I had a hard time deciding which one I liked more… But in the end Chevy Chase’s antics won over George C. Scott’s amazing acting ability.

So, what’s your favorite Christmas movie?

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AHuntersBlade_w7301_750Available now on Amazon, Everywhere on January 2

Brigit Wolfe, a born werewolf, hasn’t killed a human in over a hundred years, although now, she wonders if the animal attacking people in Silver Creek, Colorado, isn’t her. But she might have bigger problems when her cowboy neighbor, Austin Calhoun, ambles into her bar. Austin hasn’t been a vampire for long, but he is determined to prove to himself that he’s worthy of his hunter’s dagger. Brigit’s rare beauty and blade-sharp tongue enchants him. She ignites a passion he thought was dead, but is she the killer his master sent him to destroy? During Austin’s investigation regarding Brigit’s involvement in the deaths, an old crime surfaces connected to her human best friend. These two immortal enemies have to join forces to solve the mystery before someone else dies. But can they survive the heat of their own desire?

 

EXCERPT:

She stopped in front of him and growled, “Let’s get something established about werewolves. There are two kinds. The lesser wolves who are made. And the Lykan who are born. I’m not one of the degenerates. I was born a Lykan in 1647. The first child of Valeriu and Elena. I’m an alpha and you are nothing more than a fledgling just hatched.”

He broke free of her power by drawing on his own. When he moved toward her, Austin held his hands to his side, ready to grab the hunter’s dagger sheathed inside his jacket. His fangs had long ago descended ready for a fight. “I don’t really give a flying fuck whether you were made, born, or hatched.”

When the energy of Brigit’s power touched him again, he pulled the silver blade. “I want to know if you’re the one preying on these people.”

Her eyes widened and she backed up a step as he approached. “I told you I didn’t attack those humans. I haven’t killed a mortal in over a hundred years. How many innocents have you snacked on tonight? How many of them did you want to kill?”

“I don’t hurt my prey,” he said through clenched teeth. He’d never let her know battling the beast within every feeding was the hardest thing he’d ever done. “If you didn’t kill those people then you have nothing to worry about. Best way to figure out who did is by working together.” He put the sliver blade away, and his fangs retracted.

“What do you have planned?”

Austin didn’t miss the slight quiver in her voice. “We begin with you telling me everything you remember from those nights you became the big, bad wolf.”

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Romancing Words–Guest Blog–Vonnie Davis

Today, welcome back Vonnie Davis as she talks about creating dream worlds and takes us to Paris where her latest romantic suspense, Mona Lisa’s Room, is set.

By the way— I LOVE your cover!

So without further ado (hey, that’s even a French word, I think) here’s Vonnie…..

Hugs to you, Cera, for hosting me today. I’ve been on my whirlwind blog tour promoting my recent release, a romantic suspense set in Paris—MONA LISA’S ROOM.

Writing in any sub-genre of romance means the author must create a literary dream world. For paranormal and futuristic romance writers, it involves a more intricate level of creativity. For those of us who write contemporary and suspense-filled stories, we use our creativity in different ways to create our literary dream.

As writers, we seek to pull the reader into our dream-world so completely that they experience everything our characters do. Feel every emotion. See every sight. Hear every sound. Smell every odor. Enjoy every kiss. Sigh. Oh, yeah, now we’re talkin’…

So, we begin to take ordinary things and places and weave them into our literary dream in a way we hope will make them memorable. We use ordinary people and give them extraordinary talents or skills or thought processes. We re-create what is already created. We bend reality to the needs of our stories. We are dream-weavers, crafting our literary dream world for the enjoyment of readers.

Paris is my favorite city, and I wanted to share this jewel along the Seine with my readers…and, please God, let there be readers. I wanted to tell a story of a repressed American who’s gone to Paris as part of reinventing herself. She’s been beaten down by life, as we all are from time-to-time. Her ex-husband was a cold fish who convinced her she wasn’t desirable. Enter Alyson Moore.

While in the Louvre, studying the Mona Lisa, this high school art teacher unwittingly foils a terrorist’s bombing attack. She sketches a picture of the man who left the bomb. A terrorist Interpol suspected was dead. Now they know he’s not. His cover’s been blown, and he’s out for revenge. He wants Alyson dead.

Suspecting this might be the case, Niko Reynard of the French counter-terrorism unit is assigned to protect her. Niko is a touchy-feely kind of guy. A typical Frenchman with a healthy dose of arrogance programmed in his DNA. He dislikes Alyson’s casual American dress and wants her to blend in with other Parisian women. So he takes her shoe shopping, insisting she buy high heels like most Parisian women wear. He talks about stilettos having a way of making a woman’s hips sway. Oh, yeah, we know what this guy is thinking, don’t we?

So now, I’m dropping you into my literary dream. They’ve just exited the store on Boulevard Saint Michel, a busy street on the Left Bank. Niko sees someone…

“What is it?” Alyson peered up and down the street.

“Don’t look. Smile at me. Talk and act normal.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and nudged her up the street.

“But…” Did he see someone? Did he see Dembri?

“I’m going to kiss you so I have an excuse to look behind us.”

“Oh no. No, I don’t think so. Look, I’ve put up with your constant touching, but I’ll not be kissed on a public street.”

“Don’t be self-conscious. In Paris, we kiss in public. It’s the Parisian way.”

“For heaven’s sake! Make it quick then.” She shook her arms to relax them because she was anything but relaxed. She was about to be kissed for the first time in years. Did she remember how? Stop being silly. Kissing is simple. Two pair of lips touch. Kiss done. With her head tilted back, she whispered, “Okay, I’m ready.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Niko’s lips. He encircled her in his arms and stepped in so their thighs touched. Her stomach fluttered. Her breathing hitched. He lowered his head. “Hang on, Aly.” With his dark brown eyes open, he placed his lips on hers and pulled her body against his. She kept her eyes open, too, figuring it would lessen the kiss’ effects.

Niko kissed her, gentle sips at first, soft and sensual. Someone made a moaning noise, and she feared it might have been her. My God what a pair of lips! Her toes curled in her new Pradas. She wrapped her hands around the lapels of his jacket. Then his lips locked on hers and with his tongue invading her mouth, he turned her to look over her shoulder, all the while wreaking havoc on her system.

This was the first time she’d been in a man’s arms in years. The first time she had tongue from a guy since college and said guy was more interested in looking behind her for some hoodlum than in the kiss. Just her damn luck.

When Niko ended the mind-blowing kiss, he pulled her closer, if that were possible, and whispered in her ear. “We’re being followed. Hold my hand and run.”

Run? Melting came to mind, but running? How could she run when he kissed her until the bones in her legs turned to jelly? Plus, she was wearing new high heels, for heaven’s sake. His arms squeezed her for an instant. “Now.”

He grabbed her hand, and they took off. They dodged throngs of pedestrians and at one point, Niko hurtled over a poodle, its protective owner shouting in French outrage, calling him a fool. “Fou! Fou! Mon chien, mon chien!”

Alyson had done her fair share of running, especially after her break up with Chaz, the stranger she was married to all those years. Running was a stress reliever; so were the StairMaster and martial arts. Still, those activities were done in sneakers or barefooted, not high heels. Stilettos, no less. Oh, and the thong. Let’s not forget the damn thong chafing her in places she didn’t want to think about. She’d kill Gwen when she got home.

“Faster, Aly!”

“You put me in three-inch heels and expect me to run fast? You bossy Frenchman with a foot fetish.” She stumbled, and he caught her.

“Typical woman. Kiss her once and she figures she has the right to bitch at you.” Niko’s head turned, evidently scanning the area as they ran.

She tried jerking her arm free of his ironclad grasp. “So help me, God, if that terrorist doesn’t kill you, I will.”

He pulled her around two uniformed nannies pushing toddlers in strollers. “Promises. Promises.”

“Yeah, well look how nice my hips sway now, nutso, running in these damned heels.”

Niko quickly glanced up and down the wide tree-lined street and evidently seeing a slight break in traffic, ordered, “To the other side. Now.” They bolted across the four-lane boulevard and its well-manicured median. Two motorbikes rumbled past, nearly hitting them. Horns blared as several Renaults and Smart Cars barreled down the street. Niko shoved her out of the way and she fell, her hands and knees scraping on the asphalt. Brakes screeched and there was a dull thud behind her. She glanced back over her shoulder just as Niko rolled across the hood of a silver car. He never broke stride. “Run, dammit!”

She struggled to get up, her heel caught in the hem of her skirt. Niko set her on her feet again. A delivery truck swerved toward them as if to run them down. In a blur of movement, Niko drew his weapon. He dove and rolled clear of the truck’s path, shooting the driver between the eyes. Glass shattered. Passersby screamed. The truck jumped the curb, striking a tree. Sounds of metal crunching and a tree branch cracking obliterated, for a few horrible seconds, the pedestrians’ reactions.

Still on the move, Niko barked orders at the observers. A man nodded and reached for his cell phone. “Quick. In here. While we’re hidden by the truck.” Niko wrapped his hand around her arm and tugged.

Alyson trembled, the back of her hand covering her mouth and her eyes glued to the man slumped over the steering wheel of the truck not five feet away. Blood flowed from his forehead. Her stomach twisted. She was going to be sick. Niko’s grip on her arm tightened. “Move it, Aly. We’re still being followed.”

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Gwen,

You won’t believe this email. I’m sitting in a French safe house, eating caviar and drinking champagne with a handsome government agent, Niko Reynard. He’s wearing nothing but silk pajama bottoms and mega doses of sex appeal. I’m in big trouble, little sister. He’s kissed me several times and given me a foot massage that nearly caused spontaneous combustion. I’m feeling strangely virginal compared to the sexual prowess this thirty-year-old man exudes.

When I came to Paris for a bit of adventure, I never imagined I’d foil a bombing attempt, karate-kick two men, and run from terrorists while wearing a new pair of stilettos. I’ve met a German musician, a gay poet from Australia, and the most delightful older French woman.

Don’t worry. I’m safe–the jury’s still out on yummy Niko, though. The more champagne I drink, the less reserved I feel. What an unforgettable fortieth birthday!

Alyson

View the Book Trailer: http://bit.ly/MonaTrailer

BUY LINKS:

THE WILD ROSE PRESS (digital) — http://bit.ly/MonaLisaDigital

THE WILD ROSE PRESS (paperback) — http://bit.ly/MonaLisasRoom

AMAZON (paperback) — http://amzn.to/QQZGyD

AMAZON (eBook) — http://bit.ly/MonaLisasRoomeBook

FIND ME ONLINE AT http://www.vonniedavis.com

BLOGGING AT http://www.vintagevonnie.blogspot.com

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Autumn Harvest Blog Hop

What do you love about Autumn and Fall? What does it remind you of? What about reading? Do you think it’s a good subject to read? Tell us your favorite Autumn stories! Well, we authors are ready to share our favorite Autumn stories and why we love snuggling in the cold.  *wink* Starting on Friday and ending on Oct 22nd, over 200 Authors and Bloggers will share their favorite things about those sexy men we know and love.

While we do that, we are EACH doing a giveaway. Yep. There will be over 200 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger.

But that’s not all….

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $50 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains 10+ paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

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One lucky poster will win a PDF copy of A Hunter’s Angel.

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One of my favorite things about Autumn is the food. I love apple pie, apple cider, apple fritters, apple butter… Can you tell I love apples–especially if they are smothered in butter, brown sugar and cinnamon?
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I’m going to share one of my original favorite recipes for Apple Pie.  I developed this recipe over the years and it has become a family favorite. I visit my dad and stepmom for Thanksgiving every year and always bring pies made totally from scratch, and using recipes I’ve either developed on my own or have been passed down from my grandmother.
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Sara’s Caramel Pecan Apple Pie
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*Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees
*Prepare dough (or use pre-made) for two 9in deep dish crusts.
*Peel and slice 6lbs of Apples and set a side. (I use a combination of Rome, Granny Smith, Red Delicious, Macintosh, and just about anything else)
*Mix together in large bowl:
**1 cup melted butter
**1 cup of brown sugar
**1/2 cup white sugar
**4 tablespoons of flour
**1 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon (or 2 teaspoons if you do not use nutmeg)
**1/2 teaspoon nutmeg (optional–but increase cinnamon to 2 teaspoons)
**Dash of salt
**1/2 cup caramel icecream toping
*Pour over apples and toss until coated.
*Divide between prepared crusts and cover Pecan Caramel toping (recipe below).
*Bake until golden brown–about 1 hour.
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Pecan Caramel crumb toping (to be used if not covered with dough top)
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*Mix together until crumbly in large bowl:
**1 1/2 cup of flour (add additional until mixture is crumbly and not doughy)
**1 cup of brown sugar
**1/4 cup of melted butter
**1/4 cup chopped pecans
**1/4 cup of caramel ice cream topping
*Divide and cover apples in pie dishes.
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Do you have any favorite recipes that you make every fall?
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Now for a fun announcement!
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My current release A Hunter’s Blade is currently FREE on Amazon until November 11!!!!

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BLURB:

Brigit Wolfe, a born werewolf, hasn’t killed a human in over a hundred years, although now, she wonders if the animal attacking people in Silver Creek, Colorado, isn’t her. But she might have bigger problems when her cowboy neighbor, Austin Calhoun, ambles into her bar. Austin hasn’t been a vampire for long, but he is determined to prove to himself that he’s worthy of his hunter’s dagger. Brigit’s rare beauty and blade-sharp tongue enchants him. She ignites a passion he thought was dead, but is she the killer his master sent him to destroy? During Austin’s investigation regarding Brigit’s involvement in the deaths, an old crime surfaces connected to her human best friend. These two immortal enemies have to join forces to solve the mystery before someone else dies. But can they survive the heat of their own desire?

EXCERPT:

She stopped in front of him and growled, “Let’s get something established about werewolves. There are two kinds. The lesser wolves who are made. And the Lykan who are born. I’m not one of the degenerates. I was born a Lykan in 1647. The first child of Valeriu and Elena. I’m an alpha and you are nothing more than a fledgling just hatched.”

He broke free of her power by drawing on his own. When he moved toward her, Austin held his hands to his side, ready to grab the hunter’s dagger sheathed inside his jacket. His fangs had long ago descended ready for a fight. “I don’t really give a flying fuck whether you were made, born, or hatched.”

When the energy of Brigit’s power touched him again, he pulled the silver blade. “I want to know if you’re the one preying on these people.”

Her eyes widened and she backed up a step as he approached. “I told you I didn’t attack those humans. I haven’t killed a mortal in over a hundred years. How many innocents have you snacked on tonight? How many of them did you want to kill?”

“I don’t hurt my prey,” he said through clenched teeth. He’d never let her know battling the beast within every feeding was the hardest thing he’d ever done. “If you didn’t kill those people then you have nothing to worry about. Best way to figure out who did is by working together.” He put the sliver blade away, and his fangs retracted.

“What do you have planned?”

Austin didn’t miss the slight quiver in her voice. “We begin with you telling me everything you remember from those nights you became the big, bad wolf.”

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A Haunted Garden Halloween Hop

Welcome to A Haunted Garden Halloween Hop!  Come Trick or Treating at the blogs of nearly 40 The Wild Rose Press authors as we share a Halloween/Fall themed post and discover some awesome new books from Oct 26 to Oct 31. But you will not go away without a Treat! Prizes, such as free books, gift cards many other goodies are being offered at all the blogs. To qualify just leave  your email addresses or follow the instructions of the individual bloggers.

The next five hops listed. To follow along just continue with the first one on the list.

http://micheledewinton.blogspot.co.nz/
http://veldabrotherton.wordpress.com
http://pamelafryer.blogspot.com
http://www.kmnbooks.com/karens-shenanigans/
http://lindahopelee.blogspot.com

Have Fun!

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The Witch of Westgate…

I’m a huge fan of Halloween. I love to dress up as a witch and hand out candy from a large black cauldron on my front porch, which I decorate with all sorts of spooky things.

I live in a large housing development called Westgate and usually have anywhere from 150 to 200 Trick or Treaters from 6pm to 8pm on Halloween night. I love the faces of the little kids as they stare at my giant wolf spider hanging down from the corner over the sidewalk, not sure if the piece of candy I’m offering is worth coming up those steps.

Ghosts and a vampire bat sway in the breeze, scary music plays, while I sit on the darkened porch with the “cooking” cauldron of candy beside me. I achieve the fire by using orange “Christmas” lights and white quilt batting tangled around sticks.

They usually brave the spider, the ghosts and creepy sounds to get their Hershey bar. But as they turn to leave, the child-sized skeleton with rats still gnawing on his fingers and webs of spiders entwined over him sitting on small bench is a warning of what will happen if they decide to trick this witch.

I’ve never been tricked. Of course, I could always use a new skeleton….

Do you dress up to hand out candy during Trick or Treat?

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Some Treats for You…. Absolutly No Tricks!

I’m offering my short story Bloodwine for free from  Oct 30 to Nov 3 on Amazon.  Click here for blurb and excerpt.

I’m also giving away other prizes to two lucky posters, so make sure you leave a comment with your email address to qualify for:

One poster will win a copy of A Hunter’s Angel

Another poster will win a piece of custom jewelry designed by me and my daughter.

 

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A Hunter’s Angel, Book 1 of The Hunter’s Dagger Series

Blurb:

The serial killer stalking Clayton, Pennsylvania, isn’t all that has Chief of Police Grace Wallace worried. For a year, she’s tried to forget Special Agent Ian McHenry and now he’s the expert the FBI sent to catch the killer. She can’t stay away from him, but something primal is telling her to run to save much more than just her heart. Despite the strict code of ethics Ian vowed to follow as a vampire hunter, he craves Grace’s blood above all others. If he chooses to stay, Ian risks losing his chance at divine forgiveness. But if he leaves Grace unprotected from the evil he’s hunted for over a century, he loses more than just his soul…

Excerpt:

I’m not a man.”

“But you were once.”

“Yes, once.” His fingers lingered over her pulse. Her heart raced under his touch.

“Do you still want my blood?” Ian stepped away and locked his wide-eyed gaze onto hers.

“No, I don’t want your blood. Oh, God, I still crave it. You have the sweetest I’ve ever had, but I will never hurt you again.”

She didn’t know what possessed her to do so, but she whispered, “You can take…some of it.”

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he acidly said, “No, Grace. I can never taste your blood again. It would kill you.”

She stepped away, and for a moment, she considered telling him to leave. How did she know any of this was real? Did she really believe him? He was sucking her into his insanity.

“Maybe I should go?” Ian backed away another step.  “Goodbye, my sweet angel.”

His jagged murmur ripped at her soul as his eyes took on a blazing intensity and snared hers. She felt a pressure in her mind, and she knew what he intended to do. He wanted to erase her memories of him.

 No!

Available Everywhere E-books are sold:

The Wild Rose Press | Amazon | Barnes and Noble

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A Hunter’s Blade, Book 2 of The Hunter’s Dagger Series

Blurb:

Brigit Wolfe, a born werewolf, hasn’t killed a human in over a hundred years, although now, she wonders if the animal attacking people in Silver Creek, Colorado, isn’t her. But she might have bigger problems when her cowboy neighbor, Austin Calhoun, ambles into her bar. Austin hasn’t been a vampire for long, but he is determined to prove to himself that he’s worthy of his hunter’s dagger. Brigit’s rare beauty and blade-sharp tongue enchants him. She ignites a passion he thought was dead, but is she the killer his master sent him to destroy? During Austin’s investigation regarding Brigit’s involvement in the deaths, an old crime surfaces connected to her human best friend. These two immortal enemies have to join forces to solve the mystery before someone else dies. But can they survive the heat of their own desire?

Excerpt:

When the energy of her power touched him again, he pulled the knife, and the silver blade caught the dim light of the fire in the hearth when he opened the long switchblade. “I want to know if you’re the one preying on these people.”

Her eyes widened and she backed up a step as he approached. “I told you I didn’t attack those humans. I haven’t killed a mortal in over a hundred years. How many innocents have you snacked on tonight? How many of them did you want to kill?”

“I don’t hurt my prey,” he said through clenched teeth and held her icy gaze. He’d never let her know battling the beast within every feeding was the hardest thing he’d ever done.

After forcing himself to take a deep breath, he lowered the knife and released some of the tension zinging through his body. “If you didn’t kill those people then you have nothing to worry about. Best way to figure out who did is by working together.” He put the silver blade away, and his fangs retracted.

“What do you have planned?” He didn’t miss the slight quiver in her voice. He should finish all this right here and now so he could get back to Ireland and whatever life he’d scraped together, but something needled him into doing a thorough investigation.

“We begin with you telling me everything you remember from those nights you became the big, bad wolf.”

Available now at Amazon and everywhere January 2, 2013.

Happy Halloween!!!

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Romancing Words–Lynn Cahoon–Witches, and Fairies, and Cowboys. Oh, My…

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Welcome Lynn Cahoon to the very first Romancing Words.

Witches, and Fairies, and Cowboys. Oh, My…

If you hang around the writing world long enough, at least the romance genre, you’re going to hear Brand Yourself.  (Kind of like the Frost Yourself – Matthew McConaughey uses in How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days…)

So what does it mean?  If you write small town romance, stay in that sub section until you’ve developed a name for yourself.  Don’t write a cowboy book, then a paranormal, then a farmer’s market book, and then a cozy mystery.  Your reader’s will be confused and won’t follow you.  You’ll have to use pen names.  You’ll lose sales.

Maybe they’re right.

So, what did I do?  I sold a cowboy romance (The Bull Rider’s Brother is really more of a small town story), then, three weeks later, I sold A Member of the Council to Lyrical.  AMOTC is a sexy, paranormal witch hunter novella.  Almost two opposite ends of the romance heat meter.  But both stories revolve around the theme of family and friendship.  And of course, love.

I guess I’m not really good at following the rules.  I know that about myself. When I started writing, I wanted to learn what I enjoyed, what I wrote well.  And how do you know what you like to write, unless you try?  So I tried out several genres including cozy mystery, contemporary romance, short story, middle grade, and even paranormal.  And I found out, I like a lot of different styles and formats.  So branding is always going to be an issue for me.  I hope, writing a good story, might pull me through.  Or it might not. Right now, the only one making my decisions is me. And for the first time in my life, I’m doing what I want, not what’s expected of me.

The results?  I’ve sold essays for two Chicken Soup books published this year.  One Women’s World story.- releasing November 15th if you’re in a supermarket that week, my story is The Perfect Mix. I’ve released my debut this June, a follow up book (The Bull Rider’s Manager), and A Member of the Council and it’s follow up story, Return of the Fae. Additionally, I sold a contemporary novella and another contemporary romance, which will release in 2013.

The best part?  I’m learning so much about publishing (digital and print), contracts, editing styles for different houses, and promotion. And I’m learning what I love.

And that’s what life’s all about.  Do what you love, the money will come.  And if it doesn’t?  Who cares, you’re doing what you love!

I hope you take a chance on A Member of The Council.

Tell me, what have you done lately that stretched your comfort zone?  If it’s been a while, what do you want to risk doing?  And when are you going to take that chance?

A Member of the Council

Lyrical Press

A rogue hunter, a clueless witch and a mission to save an unknowing world.

Parris McCall, owner of the dive bar, The Alibi, has finally constructed a life where her
little quirks don’t show or matter to anyone. As for her grandmother’s warnings that she’s
different, well, she’ll cross that bridge if she comes to it. But when Ty walks into her bar, both lives are instantly changed.

Ty Wallace loves his life. How could he not? He’s a powerful human lawyer by day and the Magic Council’s rogue witch hunter by night. But after he agrees to substitute on his secretary’s dart team, all hell breaks loose. Now Ty has to help Parris admit who she is before her long-lost relatives kill her.

Excerpt:

“Sally knows how to recruit a substitute.” Parris looked in his brown eyes, juggling her darts. “You’ve never played before?”

Ty shot her a smile designed to melt the coldest of hearts. Yes, he knew what he was doing all right. At least in the flirting department. Parris’ knees felt weak looking at him.

“I swear. I’ve never played league before. Beginners luck.” Ty motioned to the dart machine. “You ready or you want to throw a few practice darts?”

Parris’ eyes narrowed. Ha. He’d said he’d never played league before, not ever played before. Sally had brought in a ringer. Confident, she shook her head. “I’m ready to get this over.”

“Pretty sure of yourself aren’t you?” Ty tilted his head to the side, watching her reaction.

“You don’t have to be cocky when you’re good.”

“And you think you’re good?” Ty pressed. “A natural?”

She frowned, her face crinkling. “I have a lot of free time on my hands here when there’s nothing to do except practice.”

Another couple hours and Ty Wallace would be out of her sight, her bar, and her life. She wished erasing him from her thoughts and dreams would be as easy.

Bio:

Lynn Cahoon is a contemporary romance author with a love of hot, sexy men, real and imagined. Her alpha heroes range from rogue witch hunters to modern cowboys. And her heroines all have one thing in common, their strong need for independence. Or at least that’s what they think they want.

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