Flirting with Ashley Stambaugh

Today I’m very excited to be welcoming Ashley Stambaugh to my blog! We are celebrating her debut release Collide and invite you to stick around to learn more about Ashley and her book.So without further adieu…why don’t we get comfy and cozy with Ashley.

Moira: Let’s break the ice shall we? I’m a huge Walking Dead fan and Daryl is my super secret husband so…if you were stuck in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and you had three people to help you fight off the zombie horde, who would they be?

Ashley:  My husband loves The Walking Dead, as well as any other zombie show or movie, and he’s actually explained to me before (in a semi joking manner) his plan for how we would survive a zombie apocalypse, so definitely him.  The other two would be Chuck Norris and Bill Murray.  I don’t think I need to explain why.

Moira: Well Bill Murray threw me for a loop. Haha. Tell me a little about the genre(s) you write in, and why?

Ashley: I write in the fantasy and paranormal genres because I’ve always been intrigued with the possibility of supernatural beings and other worldly powers, and I get to bring them to life in my stories.

Moira: I can totally relate to that. Do you need to be in a specific place or atmosphere before the words flow?

Ashley: I need to be alone, but I don’t like for it to be completely silent.  I have to have some type of background noise.  Music is preferable, but sometimes I’ll turn the TV on really low.  If it’s too quiet, my mind tends to wander from one thing to the other, and I can’t focus.

Moira: Music seems to be a common background item for authors. I like to think it’s because it helps the creative juices rather than detracts from them. Name one thing readers would be surprised to learn about you.

Ashley: I was never much of a video game player until I met my husband.  Now I play online multiplayer computer games with him, and I actually have a lot of fun!

Moira: Sweet. I go back and forth with my video game obsessions. Right now games and I are on a time out because my house was falling down around me…which oddly enough plays into my next question. Which household chore do you abhor and why?

Ashley: Putting the laundry away.  I have no problem with doing the laundry and folding it, but when it comes to putting the clothes, towels, etc. back in their respective closets or drawers, you can usually hear a heavy sigh escaping my mouth.  I can’t really give an exact reason why I loathe it so much.  Maybe it’s because after loading the laundry into the washer, then the dryer, and then folding it, I’m just tired of it.  I’ve been known to leave a folded pile of clothes or towels on the couch for a day or so before putting them away. Haha!

Moira: Ah well, with two kids who seem to throw clean clothes into the dirty laundry quite frequently, I can sympathize. Do you have any guilty pleasures you feel comfortable sharing? You know…like an unhealthy obsession with chocolate covered coffee beans?

Ashley: Maybe not with chocolate covered coffee beans, but I have an unhealthy obsession with chocolate!

Moira: Oh good, more chocolate covered coffee beans for me! One author, dead or alive, and you get to sit down and have a one on one with them. Who would it be and why?

Ashley: This was a tough one, but I’ll have to go with J.K. Rowling.  She is a creative genius the way she weaves details in and out of her stories, so I’d love to talk to her about where/how she comes up with her ideas.

Moira: Ooh good choice! If you could have one talent besides writing, what would it be?

Ashley: Public speaking.  I wish I could be smooth and confident when speaking in front of others, but that usually doesn’t happen.  I guess that’s why I’m a writer.  I’m perfectly content being alone in a room just making stuff up.

Moira: Many authors would agree, including myself, and I envy the authors that can handle public speaking with ease. In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share an excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)

Ashley: In short, Collide follows the story of a young woman who’s trying to survive the potentially fatal effects of the powers she’s absorbed from an angel.  She’s also on the run from a trio of demons who are hunting her down to take her soul.  Here’s an excerpt from the first chapter.

Chapter One

Melina Rowe peered out of her bedroom window and wrinkled her nose. It was late October, so she knew it was cold outside, but it also appeared to be windy. These weather conditions weren’t her favorite, but she was determined to continue with her morning runs until snow prevented her from doing otherwise. She pulled her long brown hair up into a ponytail, slid a fleece headband on over her ears, and zipped up her coat before heading out her apartment door and down the stairwell to her bookstore below. The store didn’t open for another hour, so she had plenty of time. She took a quick look around and then turned to exit through the back.

Starting off in a slight jog, she followed her normal path toward the park, taking in the city in its early morning state as she went. Traffic was light, and there was only a handful of people out and about. The sky was a dull gray, and brown, dried up leaves swirled and danced around her, giving the city an even gloomier feeling. She hoped the blustery wind didn’t mean rain was on its way.

After only a few short blocks, the wrought iron gates that surrounded the park appeared alongside her. She picked up her pace and rounded a corner to her right, making her way toward the entrance, when she came upon an elderly man walking from the opposite direction. They met each other so suddenly that neither of them had a chance to move out of the way. Melina collided with the man, and it was in that moment that it happened.

As soon as their bodies made contact, she felt a powerful surge of energy pass through her and then a bright white light exploded between them, knocking them both away from each other. Melina, who had been knocked to the ground, pushed herself up to her feet, wondering what had just happened. The sensation that went through her body was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was very sharp and intense, like an electric shock, but at the same time it was soothing and warm. The feeling still lingered in her body as she finally looked over at the man.

After catching his balance, he looked over at her, and she noticed his expression of confusion and shock. His mouth opened as if to say something, but nothing came out. He stared at her for a moment and then finally he spoke to her.

“You,” he muttered.

“Excuse me?” she asked, returning his confused look.

“You’re one of them.”

 ***

If you would  like to know more about Ashley and her future projects, please feel free to follow her at:

Website: www.ashleystambaugh.blogspot.com

Facebook author page: www.facebook.com/ashleystambaughauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ashleystambaugh

And thank you so much for joining us Ashley! I wish you many great and happy stories, fans, and readers in your future!

 

 

Cover Pretties for Debora Dennis!

One of my lovely crit partners, the amazing and oh-so-talented Debora Dennis, re-released A Fistful of Fate and her cover was done by none other than Elaina at For the Muse Designs (who I absolutely adore to no end). If you haven’t happened upon this little gem when it was first released, I suggest you read the blurb, check out the excerpt, and then go buy!

Would you die for love…twice?

William Montgomery, a blacksmith wrongly sentenced to death in 1806 for the murder of the woman he loved, cannot rest. As a ghost, he’s been bound to Clayton Creek for over two hundred years…waiting for the soul of his true love to find him and finally set him free.

Rebecca Prescott, tormented by a strange recurring nightmare of her ancestor’s murder, is drawn to a two-week colonial reenactment at the scene of the ancient crime. She expects to put her nightmares to rest, instead she finds one charming blacksmith and past life memories of an undying love.

William needs to break the witch’s curse by winning Rebecca’s love in the present and earning her forgiveness for the past before his fistful of magic pearls disappear and he’s condemned to Clayton Creek forever.

Can Rebecca’s soul finally reunite with her destined love or will she repeat the past and die once again for the man she loves?

A FISTFUL OF FATE is a tale of love, deceit and second chances.

Debora Dennis weaves a dreamy hero with touches of humor, and a unique plot into a very enjoyable romance!

A dreamy hero, touches of humor=a very enjoyable romance.

A blacksmith wrongly sentenced to death in 1806 waits for the soul of his true love to find him and finally set him free.

Would you die for love…twice? A FISTFUL OF FATE available now!

Read an excerpt

First Lines Friday

Openings to books can be so difficult to get right, and as an author you feel satisfied with those first few lines, well…that is worth celebrating and sharing. Here are the first few lines to the book I’m currently working on, Bewitching Ways.

Avalynn hated the dead.

Their souls called to her. It was nothing personal against them. She hadn’t known most of them during their lives. It was the audacity of those beyond the grave wanting to communicate with her that she loathed. Yet even with her discomfort in dealing with the dearly departed, she often found comfort in the cemetery. Go figure.

Flirting with Debora Dennis!

Oooh I am so excited! I’ve known this lovely lady for a few years now and I have to tell you, she is definitely a bright spot along this crazy writing journey. Whether you know and are familiar with her work or not, you are in for a real treat! Help me make her feel welcome!

Moira: Hi Debora! Why don’t you pull up a chair and get comfy. I am so glad to have you visiting today. I hope you are staying warm. Can I offer you a drink? How about a little something for dessert?

 Debora: Coffee and a piece of chocolate cheesecake and I’m set to go!

 Moira: You are in luck. I happen to have those on hand. Now that we are settled in, let’s break the ice! If you were stuck in the middle of the apocalypse and you had three people to help you survive, who would they be?

 Debora: Wow, talk about throwing me right into the fire. I think I’d definitely need Dwayne Johnson and Robert Downey Jr (as Iron Man, of course!) to protect me. Then, because I am always challenged in the kitchen and I’m assuming during the apocalypse I’d be even more up the creek than normal, I’d have to tap Rachel Ray to make sure me and the “boys” are well fed! :)

 Moira: Very good choices. Since you have Dwayne with you, I think I’m going to come along…you know, to make sure he’s well taken care of so he can be effective at protecting you. Now that we know how you intend to survive, tell us a little more about yourself so my readers who haven’t had the privilege of curling up in bed with you—I mean with one of your books!Displaying MuffinsandMistletoe 200x300.jpg

Debora: I’m a native New Yorker and have been an avid romance reader since I first discovered Barbara Cartland on the shelves of my Junior High library. Since discovering romance novels a parade of characters and plots have been marching through my head on a regular basis. Now, many years later, with a supportive husband and family I’m finally free to indulge my fantasy and let all those characters out of my head and onto pages of their own. I don’t believe in sticking to one genre and my stories stretch from spicy time travels to lighthearted contemporaries. Always the optimist and firm believer in love conquers all, every story I write celebrates romance. I can usually be found writing at my computer early in the mornings or late at night with a mug of coffee and a bag of Lindt chocolate truffles keeping me sane.

Moira: Truffles and coffee, I knew there was a reason we got along so well. Any deep, dark, and/or dirty secrets you’d like to share? Trust me, my readers can keep a secret.

Debora: I have a weird obsession with lipstick. I have 5 different shades in my purse all the time, no matter how much I try to rationalize that I will only wear one color at a time, it makes no difference. I also put my lipstick on in the car – always. It’s the first thing I do when I get in the car.

Moira: I’m obsessed with lipgloss so I can totally relate. Shall we talk about why we’re really here? BOOKS! I love books. Can’t seem to get enough of them. So I must know…if I were to buy you a book for your birthday, or just because I’m made of awesome sauce and a good friend, what genre would I need to scour?

 Debora: I’m easy…a romance! Make me swoon and I’m a happy girl.

 Moira: Don’t worry, we’ll keep the easy part under wraps. ;) In this business everyone needs a great support system. So who are your biggest cheerleaders?

 Debora: My family and my awesome critique partners are my biggest cheerleaders.

 Moira: Not that I’m biased or anything, but the awesome critique partners…I totally have to agree with. I’ve heard some authors say they have a love hate relationship with the process. So, tell us what part do you love? What part do you hate?

Debora: I love new beginnings, fleshing out my characters, and plotting…yes, I love the plotting process! I hate revisions and editing, necessary evils I know, but no less painful for me to finish.

 Moira: I love the premise of Muffins and Mistletoe. How did you come up with it?

 Debora: My muffin-making matchmaker started as a very small character in a novel I was working on and put on the back burner for a while. I knew I wanted to develop her character, but I didn’t want her to ever be the main character. Muffins & Mistletoe simply grew around the idea of a bakeshop and gingerbread muffins.

 Moira: Well who doesn’t love a great bakeshop with a side of romance? Tell me, who is your favorite character in Muffins and Mistletoe and why?

Debora: Bitty Crane is my muffin making matchmaker, she’s a secondary character and maybe it’s odd that she’s my favorite, I mean, should my hero and heroine be my favorite? Bitty is fun to write, she’s opinionated and has her nose in everyone’s business, she’s also what holds my series together, she the constant in every story, so maybe it does make sense that I have a certain fondness for her.

 Moira: Make perfect sense to me! Tell us a bit about your latest release and share an excerpt. Pretty please? I have more cheesecake and chocolate! (I’m not above bribing to get what I want)

Debora: Welcome to Starlight Hills! Mountain views, small town charm, and one little bake shop, where romance is always on the menu.

 Christmas is the best time of year to be in love in Starlight Hills. Cold nights perfect for snuggling, plenty of mistletoe to be caught kissing under, and an abundance of gingerbread muffins for sharing under the stars. But when Corinne Mackenzie turns down a proposal from the man she loves at the Thanksgiving table, it could be the worst time of year instead. Convinced the only way to fix the biggest mistake of her life is to enlist the help of the town’s resident matchmaker, she’s got a plan to make this the best Christmas ever.

 After his proposal is rejected in front of family and friends, Jimmy Crane knows his only chance of surviving the holiday is to avoid the woman who stomped on his heart. The only obstacle to his plan is his matchmaking mother and Corinne’s knack for getting him under the mistletoe.

Excerpt:

Corinne stood under the fresh pine roping that hung from the arched entrance to the main hall and took a deep, lung-filling breath. Fragrant real trees stood tall at each side of the arch, glittering with tinsel, white lights and red glass ornaments. She pulled off her gloves with a relieved sigh, letting the scents of Christmas surround her. She was determined not to give in to her personal despair and allow it to squelch a festive holiday mood. After all, she had a plan.

 Mrs. Crane’s blue eyes danced with merriment as she held out the signature yellow bag and gave it a shake. “Good morning, Corinne. Fresh from the oven—I know how you love them warm.”

 “You do know my weakness, Mrs. Crane.” Corinne tried not to let her mind race ahead and think what a wonderful mother-in-law Bitty Crane would be. Then Corinne thought about her waistline and decided she might be better off without the permanent supply of the woman’s irresistible carbs.

It was hard enough walking by the Itty Bitty Bake Shop every day on her way to work with the tantalizing smells of muffins wafting through the air—having it in the family would be way too tempting.

On the other hand, maybe it was all those carbs that gave Bitty her boundless energy. Always bobbing here and there, dark brown curls framing her cherubic face, her cornflower blue eyes filled with mischief and love. There were no frown lines on her sixty-year-old face, only laugh lines that reached up to her eyes when she winked.

Everyone agreed the annual Preservation Society Holiday Gala would never be the most talked-about event of the season if it weren’t for Bitty Crane and her exuberant dedication.

Corinne looked away from the woman whose eyes reminded her so much of Jimmy’s. While Jimmy had inherited his six-foot-one height from his father, there was no doubt those dancing, all-seeing, soul-searching eyes came from his mother.

She let Bitty take her by the elbow and lead her into the ballroom. “There’s been a slight change in setup plans and so much to do before the gala tomorrow night.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Corinne said with a sigh, trying not to smile as her little white lie slipped easily past her lips. She popped a bite-sized morsel of gingerbread heaven into her mouth while she followed Bitty to the stage. It was difficult to keep her mind off Jimmy when she was so close to his mother, and her mind raced in search of a way to get her to intervene.

Surely his mother had the power to make him listen, didn’t she?

Corinne pulled another piece of muffin from the bag while Bitty pointed to her left. “The rest of the ladies will be here any minute, but why don’t you get started moving these tables off to the side to make room for the—oh, good, Jimmy, you’re here!”

Corinne turned her head so quickly it felt like her neck snapped.

She blinked and he was there, every tall, dark and sexy inch of him, and all she could do was stare. Her inability to speak was thankfully masked by her mouth being stuffed with gingerbread.

Though this was exactly the scenario she’d hoped for, she was grateful her mouth was full of muffin since she couldn’t find the right words anyway. It wasn’t every day one groveled for forgiveness.

Moira: Having read the book and touted it’s awesomeness to friends and family, I’m left with a burning question that I just have to know the answer to—What is next for Debora Dennis?

Debora: 2014 will see two more in the Starlight Hills Holiday Novella series. Cupcakes & Cupid will be out for Valentine’s Day and Wishes & Wedding Cake will be a summer release.

Moria: Fantastic! I can’t wait. Starlight Hills was a lot of fun to spend Christmas in, so I’m really looking forward to spending a few more holidays there. Anything else you care to share before we take this cheesecake and run?

Debora: I love to hear from readers and to connect via social media.

 Visit me online:

 Website: http://www.deboradennis.com

Blog: http://deboradennis.blogspot.com

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

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/deboradennis.author

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 Thanks for stopping by Deb, it’s been a lot of fun! Any questions you’d like to ask Debora? Feel free!

Friday Flirt with Author Bethanne Strasser!

You know, I really miss flirting with my fellow authors and their stories! So when my dear friend, Bethanne Strasser, told me she had some promo stuff happening over at the Entangled Publishing, LLC Facebook page, I begged and pleaded with her to let me help her flirt with my readers. Without further adieu, let me tempt you with a little excerpt from her book, Letters from Home. After reading, be sure to jump on over to the Entangled Publishing Facebook page where there will be a Q & A session later today where you can grill Bethanne with whatever questions your little hearts desire!

 

 

Zack finally caught Lena’s gaze from across the table, and he lifted a brow as if to ask her, what is this?

Not that he didn’t enjoy spending time with the family. As a matter of fact, until the holidays had come around, there’d only been a few dinners since summer ended. School, work, and life had taken precedence.

 

Lena shrugged and a slight flush rose on her cheeks.

 

“Lena, you and me, at the pool table for a game.” When it looked like she might refuse, Zack stood and went around the table.

 

“I play winner.” Juan called out.

 

“Oh, no. I can’t. I stink at pool, Zack. You know very well how badly I play pool.”

 

“Come on. Smart girl like you should have no problem setting up a table and sinking a few balls. Practice, that’s all.” Zack tugged on Lena’s chair. He took her hand and was surprised to feel a slight tremble in it. He tightened his grip. “Relax, I’m not going to bite. It’s just a friendly game of billiards.”

 

She laughed, almost nervously. He let her hand go when they reached the little cove with a table in it. They were just hidden from view, enough to be able to talk privately, or make out. But that was just his imagination running away with him.

 

They both took a cue, and Zack set the table. Her silence put him on edge. Usually he knew what she was thinking, now he felt out-of-sorts. He’d asked her out on a date—hadn’t he?

 

She’d come with an entourage.

 

“Zack?”

 

He looked up and found her waiting for him. He made the opening break and nodded to her. “Your turn.”

 

She stared at him with a blush rising on her cheeks. “Where do I start?”

 

He relaxed, smiled at her, then studied the table, looking for her first move. “Over here,” he started and took her arm to guide her around to where the cue ball sat. “Go for the solids. You can hit the four in, no problem. Easy peasy.”

 

She stood behind her cue and leaned over the table.

 

“No. Not like that.” Zack moved in behind her.

 

The idea hadn’t started out as a ploy, but now that he was here, breathing in the delicious scent of her perfume, he enjoyed the heat of her against his skin where his arms met hers. They were hip to hip. He cupped her hand in his and rested the cue stick on top of it.

 

She fit perfectly under his arm and against his body.

 

He cleared his throat as lust shot straight through his bones. “Ready?”

 

She turned her head and eyed him suspiciously. Her gaze fell to his lips for a fraction of a second, but she turned back to the table and took her shot. The light bracelets at her wrists chimed, and the purple ball rolled into the corner pocket. “Okay.” She grinned, turning into his space. His hands went to her shoulders where they met skin, supple and smooth.

 

“That wasn’t too hard at all,” she whispered. Her breath seemed caught in her throat, as if maybe, maybe she felt something too.

 

Zack stayed where he was, absorbing her warmth, the happiness that seemed to roll off her. This was what he’d wanted for her when he asked her to go out with him. Just a chance to have some fun, remember what it was like when they were younger.

 

He brushed strands of her hair from her face, the touch making his heart stutter. The urge to kiss her overwhelmed him. “Lena.”

 

“Yes?”

 

With his thumb, Zack traced a line along her collarbone. He tunneled his hand under the thick weight of her dark hair. Her eyes were wide with wonder. When he dipped his head to taste her, her lips parted, and she sucked in a breath.

 

Zack’s heart was pounding. Like the staccato of his M16, beating against his chest.

 

The kiss was soft and slow, and at first she didn’t respond at all. On the verge of letting her go completely, he felt her hands come up and grip his waist. Her lips moved against his.

 

Nothing in his entire life had felt so right before. He sank into her.

 

“Hey guys…Whoa!”

 

Zack groaned at the intrusion. Lena broke away, sucked in another breath, this one filled with shock and what-did-I-do?

 

His eyes slid shut. Damn it.

 

Now wasn’t that just lovely and enticing? You know you want to grab this story and put it on your e-reader right now, right? It is a very fun enjoyable story that I’m sure you won’t be disappointed in. Go check it out and don’t forget to hop on over to the Entangled Facebook page for all the fun happenings over there today with Bethanne!

Flirting With Secrets~

Whoot! I love when Nina Croft stops by for flirty Fridays. And today, she is flirting with secrets. You’re intrigued aren’t you? Well without further adieu, here she is!

 

Hi, I’m Nina Croft, and I love flirting with paranormal creatures. Today, I’m returning to wolves and talking about Bound to Secrets, my latest release and book 3 in my Sisters of the Moon paranormal romance series.

Each book is also a stand-alone romance and Bound to Secrets is Connor and Keira’s story. Connor is a doctor turned werewolf and very unhappy about the whole thing. Keira is a telepath whose powers are so strong and so out of control that she risks killing anyone she gets close to. Obviously this makes flirting with Connor very hard. In fact it makes doing anything with Connor (apart from patting him on the head when he’s in wolf form and therefore safe from her powers) almost impossible.

 

So here are a few lines from Connor and Keira to show how they manage to communicate when they can’t actually talk to each other…

 

The girl held up a hand, palm facing him, and shook her head fiercely.

Connor came to a halt ten feet away.

“No,” she whispered, her voice hoarse as though from lack of use. “I can’t…you must go. Please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Connor kept his tone soothing as he took a step closer.

“Not me. You.”

For a moment, he had no idea what she meant. Then pain flooded his mind.

~*~

She’d accepted long ago that she would never have a normal life. Never be normal. She was a freak. That’s what the guards back at the Agency had called her. And they were right.

But then this man, or wolf or whatever he was, had hardly been normal.

What had she thought?

That they could be freaks together?

Hardly.

~*~

Behind Sebastian padded a huge black wolf. Connor. Her fake smile faded to be replaced by the real thing. He came to a halt by her chair and sat on his haunches, resting his great head on her lap. She stroked him while she waited for Sebastian to speak.

He perched on the edge of her bed, his expression solemn. Keira glanced from one to the other.

“Tell me,” she said.

It was bad news. She knew it. She was killing everyone. Or dying. Or…

~*~

Connor growled.

“She needs to know the options,” Sebastian said to him. “If this works you’ll have plenty of time to do what you like. But not if you’re dead.”

Connor tugged away from her and went to stand in front of Sebastian. He growled some more.

Sebastian sighed. “Yeah, I’ll tell her.”

“Tell me what?” Keira asked.

His lips quirked. “That if you have sex with one of those blood sucking leeches, Connor will rip their throat out.”

~*~

“Is it so bad being a wolf?” she asked.

He didn’t answer, but turned away and paced the room. It took him two steps to reach the wall and he swiveled and came back. She could see the frustration in his eyes, and the fear. He was scared as well. She just wasn’t sure what he feared. That they would fail or that they’d succeed.



Bound to Secrets – Blurb

 

Six years ago, an attack by a rogue werewolf plunged Doctor Connor McNair’s perfect life into nightmare. Now the mere scent of blood awakens the beast within him. He’s teetering on the brink of self-destruction when an intriguing rumor leads him to the desolation of Rannoch Moor and the one woman who might call him back from the darkness.

Part of a telepathic experiment that went dangerously wrong, Keira’s mind will destroy anyone who gets too close. Unable to control her powers, she has cut herself off from all human contact and found a measure of peace hiding on the moors with only the wild animals for company. Until Connor arrives, awakening hopes and desires buried deep inside her.

Connor is determined to save her, but some wounds are beyond the powers of a doctor to heal and time is running out, because Keira’s mind holds secrets that certain people would kill to keep hidden…

 

Buy links:

 

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Bio:

Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia, which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of 9-5 work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain.

Nina writes all types of romance often mixed with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.

 

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Care to Flirt with A. Catherine Noon?

I would! I’ve had the pleasure of becoming friends with A. Catherine Noon (a.k.a. Noony), and I couldn’t wait to be able to get her on my blog! Needless to say, now that the day is here, I don’t feel like delaying the good stuff any more than I have to, so let’s get on with it!

Moira: Let’s break the ice shall we? If you were stuck in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and you had three people to help you fight of the zombie horde, who would they be?

Noony:  Rachel, Michael, and Lyn.  No question.  Rachel’s already prepped for the zombie apocalypse.  Michael is a mad scientist, and Lyn is his sister scientist.  We’d rock the world.

Moira: If you’re rocking the world, I’d like dibs on being a part of your crew. I study Daryl and I think I’d be pretty wicked with a cross bow. ;) Okay now that we know that you intend to survive the apocalypse, tell us a little more about you for my readers that haven’t yet had the privileged to curl up in bed with you – I meant your books!

Noony:  I love multiple genres, and I love to tell stories.  Consequences fascinate me.  I like telling stories about consequences.

Moira: If I were to buy you a book for your birthday or just because I am such total awesomeness, what genre would I need to scour?

Noony:  KNITTING!  Definitely.  I love knitting books.  I have a huge knitting book collection, but I’m always looking for good new knitting books.

Moira: Knitting…you might have to convince me when you come to Sin City. And if you are writing, what is your genre preference? Is there a specific appeal to it? Like does it come with a heavy dose of chocolate and sex or is the innocence of the genre that tempts you?

Noony:  I like to tell stories that have magic in them.  The magic might be subtle and scientific, such as “real” psychics, or totally fantastical, like shifters whose shapes were gifts from a god.

Moira: Love magic in stories! Name one scene you go back and re-read often because you like it so much.

Noony:  I love Patricia McKillip’s The Riddlemaster of Hed series, Steve Brust’s Vlad Taltos books, and Lois McMaster Bujold’s Miles Vorkosigan novels.

Moira: What is the oddest place you found inspiration for a story?

Noony:  The trashcan.  I once wrote a story about a dog who’d been thrown away like trash and lived on the scraps from a dumpster before he got rescued.

Moira: OMG when I read trashcan, I envisioned you were in the trash. Phew. I was worried someone threw you out and I was going to have to let the Scots-Irish in me loose to kick some serious arse! Worst and best pick up lines you either used or were used on you?

Noony:  Worst is to be stupid while I’m talking to you.  Best is to quote Monte Python, Shakespeare and know who James Joyce is.  My hub is a supergeek and sexy!

Moira: You mean like…We are now the Knights who say… “Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG. Zoom-Boing. Z’nourrwringmm. Did I win your heart my fair lady? Any deep, dark, and/or dirty secrets you’d like to share? Trust me, my readers can keep a secret.

Noony:  Riiiight.  Lessee.  Dark secrets, huh?  I have a secret desire to write a sexy story about a knitter who solves mysteries.  ~smirk~  Mixes all my favorite genres!

 

A Catherine Noon can be found Blog | Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon | LinkedIn | Pandora

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Noon and Wilder links: Blog | Website | Facebook
Team Blogs: Nightlight | The Writers Retreat Blog | Beyond the Veil | LGBT Fantasy Fans and Writers
Publishers: Samhain Publishing | Torquere PressHer books? Well you must check them out! BURNING BRIGHT, available from Samhain Publishing. And EMERALD FIRE, available from Torquere Books.  Oh and let’s not fail to mention “Taking a Chance“, part of the Charity Sips 2012 to benefit NOH8, available from Torquere Books.
And if by chance you’ve read everything that she has to offer, you’ll want to watch for TIGER TIGER, coming July, 2013, from Samhain Publishing!

Flirting with an Evil Author~

Moira: Let’s break the ice shall we? Give us a little peek behind the curtain and name one thing readers would be surprised to learn about you.

Silke: Oh gosh. Probably that I hold a private pilot license.

Moira: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?

Silke: I’ve had my ears pierced, but that’s it. I’m too scared of needles to get a tattoo.

Moira: If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would you spend the money on?

Silke: I wouldn’t buy much. A nice house with big rooms and lots of land in the UK, the same in the US. Somewhere to set up a rescue farm where I could take in abused and neglected horses. On top of that, I would take on some troubled young people (and hire people to help them) to help look after those horses. Basically, give both the humans and the horses a chance.

Moira: What an awesome idea! Which household chore do you abhor and why?

Silke: I abhor all of them lol. I hate cleaning up, hoovering and all that. But my horse’s stable is spick and span, I’m tellin ya. LOL

Moira: Do you have any guilty pleasures you feel comfortable sharing?

Silke: I play World of Warcraft and sometimes get a bit…carried away. For hours.

Moira: Which of your characters would you most/least like to invite to dinner and why?

Silke: Ashriel. He can cook! Although… I wonder what Caedir could come up with.

Moira: One author, dead or alive, and you get to sit down and have a one on one with them. Who would it be and why?

Silke: Karl May. Because he never went to all the places he wrote about, and he did it so well, that when I went to some of them — he wasn’t far off with his descriptions. Plus, I used to devour his stories as a kid, and he took me to places like the Wild West and Arabia without me ever leaving the couch.

Moira: Name one scene you go back and re-read often because you like it so much.

Silke: Uh. I don’t really have one. I sometimes go back to an old book and re-read it, but not particular scenes. I’ve read “Pest Control” by Bill Fitzhugh a million times, because it’s just so funny.

Moira: If you could have one talent besides writing, what would it be?

Silke: Making people laugh. I mean, really laugh, and not because I’m a klutz and fell into the mud, or something lol.

Moira: Any deep, dark, and/or dirty secrets you’d like to share?

Silke: I’m batman.

Moira: In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share an excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)

Silke: Watch Me is the standalone sequel to Howl. It’s Tiffy’s story. When I wrote Howl, she was a teenager, but she intrigued me. So when the edits on Howl were done, I sat there, joking around with my editor on Skype. From that conversation, and a joking “What if”, Watch Me was born.

Tiffy wants independence and freedom–until she discovers a Lycan watching the compound. Now she wants Keric, and she goes after him with single-minded determination.

Keric is worried about his brother and has come to find out why he seems to have vanished off the face of the earth. Getting involved with a young girl–far too young for him–isn’t in the cards. He rejects Tiffy, despite liking her.

But things turn nasty, and Tiffy’s involvement is part of the reason he nearly ends up dead.

Two years later he’s back, and this time he’ll get to the bottom of everything. Tiffy, grown up now, is wary of him. Their attraction grows to a tentative love, but his bloodline and her past, along with vindictive pack members, might just get both of them killed.

Keep your enemies close…

Poor little Tiffy — that’s how her pack members and the Alpha view her after the brutal murder of her father, and Tiffy is sick of it. She wants independence, not pity or protection. Then handsome Lycan Keric O’Neill shows up and Tiffy wouldn’t mind some protection — and other things — from him.
When Keric finds himself the target of Tiffy’s misguided seduction, his mission to track down his brother takes a violent turn at the hands of the Alpha — but yields some devastating revelations.
Two years later he is back. This time he will stop at nothing to avenge his brother, and even falling for Tiffy won’t sway him from his goal. Unaware of her past and the links to his brother, he doesn’t know his actions and heritage will crush Tiffy’s fragile trust.
But danger comes in many forms, and when Keric’s secrets and betrayal come to light, will revenge and vindictive pack members destroy the delicate bond between them?

 

Mini Excerpt:

 

Her heart thundered and she was certain he’d hear it. “Why did you come back?”

“Does it matter? I’m here.” He winked at her. “And this time, you’re not illegal.”

Oh he assumed she’d jump into his arms, just because he’d shown up? “It was a silly teenage crush, nothing more.”

Something entirely too predatory entered his eyes. “A crush.”

He’d been gone almost two years. One year, eight months, one week and three days. Not that she’d been keeping track, or anything. “Yes. Have you never had a crush on anyone?”

“Tiff, you ran naked into my arms to stop Zalin’s goons from rearranging my face, and you’re trying to convince me you just had a crush on me?” A smile twitched on his lips. “You looked at me as if I were your whole world. I sure as hell didn’t imagine it.”

Damn. Yeah, she had. And she’d do the whole naked thing again, if she had to. Tiffy felt her cheeks heat. “It meant nothing. Haven’t you ever done anything stupid?”

“I have.” Keric lowered his head slightly, staring straight into her eyes. “I should have kissed you when I had the chance.”

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Nancy Lauzon’s Guide to Flirting

I’m so excited to have Nancy Lauzon with me today! This woman is full of humor and is just an all around blast to be around. So, let me not keep you from her humor any longer. Nancy is going to give us some tips on flirting. Take it away Nancy…

Flirting or coquetry – a social and sometimes sexual activity involving verbal or written communication as well as body language by one person to another, suggesting an interest in a deeper relationship

I was surprised to discover that the WikiHow to do anything website includes a section on ‘How to Flirt’ in 10 easy steps, both via text/chat and in-person. Man, I could have used this information back in high school. I had no brothers, so males were a complete mystery to me. I was pretty stunned when it came to flirting with guys. I didn’t have a real boyfriend until I turned 17. I was shy and awkward around the opposite sex. I knew men were from Mars way before John Gray’s book told me.

So how exactly do you flirt? The first few steps mentioned by WikiHow are no-brainers; even I knew these ones:

Make eye contact, smile and start talking. Then introduce yourself, OR you can choose to remain a mystery, to give your potential suitor a challenge. If he really wants to know who you are, he’ll keep
pursuing you or ask around.

I don’t think I could carry off the mystery woman part. “What’s your name?” he might ask. “Why don’t you guess, big boy?” I’d answer coyly. Sounds stupid. With my luck, the guy would shrug, walk away, and never talk to me again. I think a straight-forward approach is best for most of us, unless you’re Eva Mendez or Uma Thurman.

Next comes the toughest part for me, initiate a conversation. This is where I would usually get tongue- tied. Most of the guys I dated were chatty extroverts for exactly that reason. I can carry the ball pretty well if you toss it to me, just don’t expect me to toss it first. I get very nervous, and my palms sweat.

The next step advises to use body language to communicate your intentions. This includes an ‘open’ stance, facing the person, touching the person ‘accidentally’ or ‘casually’, and playing with your
hair. Again, I failed miserably on the body language thing. It always felt too contrived. I could never accidentally brush up against somebody. I’d feel awkward, not to mention uncoordinated.

Compliment the other person – while keeping eye contact, lower your voice seductively and be bold. “I kind of can’t believe I’m getting to know someone as gorgeous and interesting as you. I hope
[other person] knows how lucky she is to be dating you.” OUCH. Really bad writing. Plus this site is now advising you to flirt with someone else’s boyfriend. Wow.

Keep your interactions short and sweet — to gauge interest and build tension.

Close the deal — in other words, try to snaggle a date from Suzy’s boyfriend OR arrange a date with a guy who’s single. Note: Don’t take it too seriously — the best advice on this website. Do yourself a favor, and don’t take any of this shit seriously.

On second thought, maybe I was better off without this information in high school. I think I did pretty well on my own. I’ve been happily married for 33 years to the same guy. And I KNOW I can write funnier, flirtier scenarios than WikiHow. Here are two of my best ones:

From — The Good, the Bad and the Hair — a Chick Dick Mystery:

“Are you saying that we’re in this mess because you have frizzy pink hair?”

I flushed with the knowledge that Cooper had noticed my unusual hair color. “It doesn’t cause the bad luck, it just tells me when it’s going to happen.”

“Like an early warning system?”

“I guess so.”

“Sweet.”

I stopped at a red light at the intersection of South Linden and East Virginia, and turned toward him. I’m not sure what I was going to say, but the words died on my lips when I met his eyes.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” Cooper said, his swollen mouth curving. His good eye crinkled when he smiled. When he leaned closer my pulse raced and my sweaty hands slipped off the steering wheel.

His kiss was soft and feathery. It was followed by another one, this time a little firmer. His right hand cupped the back of my head as I melted into him and savored his warm lips. He tasted like peppermint.

When I remembered how sore his mouth must be, I pulled back.

“Cooper?”

“What?” he whispered.

I stared at his mouth, and he stared at mine. “Your mouth…it must hurt when you kiss me.”

“It’s worth it.”

From — The Haunting of Haley — a Chick Dick Mystery:

“Cab should be here soon,” the Jimmy Dean look-a-like said. “I’d offer you a lift, but I have to close up, and you probably shouldn’t accept a ride from a guy you don’t know anyway, right?”

“Probably not,” Haley said. “My mother would be disappointed in me. She always told me never to get into a car with strangers.”

“Smart lady.”

She peered through the glass windows. It was raining out. “My Mom’s not around anymore. She died.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Jimmy’s face blurred. He shoved something at her, a hanky. Her cheeks were wet. She didn’t know when her tears had started, but she used Jimmy’s hanky to mop them up. Who even carried handkerchiefs anymore?

“You’re very sweet, thank you.” She twisted the hanky in her fists.

He looked at her as though he wanted to kiss her, but it had to be her imagination. Guys this hot didn’t usually look at her twice. Brody was good-looking, but in a safe, clean-shaven way. Not in a stubbly, dangerous way, like Jimmy, who probably got hit on every night of the week.

Someone once told her she looked like Annie, of Broadway musical fame, wholesome and freckled. Her curls had calmed down a bit, her hair was longer and her freckles had faded, but she still felt like Annie sometimes, especially lately, now that she was an orphan, too.

Jimmy had definitely moved closer. Maybe he felt sorry for her. Tears had that effect on some men. His arms circled her waist, and she didn’t care if it was a sympathy kiss, it would still feel good, she just knew it would, so she didn’t stop him, or tell him she was engaged or anything. When his mouth landed on hers, she linked her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He tasted like peppermint.

The kiss seemed to last forever, or maybe it was because she wanted it to. This man with the smoldering, kind eyes and the old-fashioned handkerchief sure knew his way around a kiss.

Want more of Nancy Lauzon? Well fret no more. You can find here at her Website  /  Twitter  /  Facebook  / Pinterest

Flirting with Wolves~

Happy Friday everyone! I have a surprise for all you lovelies out there….Nina Croft. Don’t you all love me? I invited her back to flirt with us again. Rico was so damn sexy in her last flirt, I figured she’s gotta have more sexiness and hot man flirting to kick off our weekend. Right? So let’s see if she is up to the challenge!

~*~

Hi, I’m Nina Croft, and Moira has very nicely invited me back to flirt some more. Last time I was here, I was flirting with a vampire. So today, for a change, I’m going to flirt with a werewolf and give you a few lines from Sebastian Quinn, the hero of Bound to Moonlight, my latest release.

So here’s a few lines from Sebastian and Anya:

“I’m going to leave you alone for a while,” Sebastian said. “I want you to think about it, and when I come back, you will tell me what happened to my people.” He locked the door and turned to leave.

“Sebastian.”

“What?”

“I’ll never talk.”

A pain clenched his heart. “Then I think we will both live to regret it.”

~*~

Then he was pressing her into the bars with his hard body. He leaned in close to her ear, and his warm breath whispered against her neck. “I will make you talk,” he murmured, and she shivered at the dark promise in his voice.


~*~

“I hurt. Am I dying?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Anya smiled then, a slight curve of her lips that didn’t banish the fear from her eyes. “I don’t think you can.”

“Sweetheart, I can do anything I want to.”

“I’m not your sweetheart. I’m not anyone’s sweetheart.” Her tone was sad and defeated. “I’m scared,” she whispered.

~*~

“You’re being nice,” she said.

He gave her a wolfish smile. “Just until you’re better.”

She bit her lip. “Then what?”

“Then you tell me who you’re working for and what you’ve done with my people.”

“Are you going to make me?”

She searched his face, saw the smile slide away and his eyes turn to ice. She shivered.

“I’ll do whatever I need to get my people back,” he said.

~*~

“I’m not going to break,” Anya said.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” She reached up and framed his beautiful face with her fingers, stared into his eyes, human once more. “Make love to me, Sebastian. Make love as though it’s the only time we’ll ever have.”


Let me know what kind of supernatural creature you would like to flirt with for a chance to win an ecopy of Bound to Moonlight.

Bound to Moonlight – Blurb

Anya, a powerful telepath, has always believed she worked for the good guys–the organization that created her, trained her, and turned her into the ultimate weapon. Her most recent assignment: assassinate the head of a group of mercenaries. The very man she believes is responsible for the death of her sister.

Investigating the disappearance of three pack members, Alpha werewolf, Sebastian Quinn, finds himself under the scrutiny of a deadly group, The Agency. Targeted by their assassin, he must now fight to save his own life.

Captured and held by the charismatic werewolf, Anya feels the stirrings of passion. For the first time, there is something beyond duty. Now she is faced with a choice — complete her assigned mission or risk everything she has ever known for a chance at love.


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Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia, which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of 9-5 work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain.

Nina writes all types of romance often mixed with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.


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Well, she definitely didn’t let me down! Thank you so much for stopping by Nina. Now come on all my lovely readers…tell us about your dream supernatural flirt! Lay it on us…we can take it.