Book Spotlight~ Capri's Fate

Capri's Fate

Publisher – New Dawning Bookfair 

Erotic contemporary fantasy

Blurb

What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?

Corporate business woman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. Once a shocking, mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.

Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbors the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.

Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?

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Excerpt –

Set up – Capri and her best friend, Kat, are in an Irish pub and have had a couple of drinks.

I nestled down in my chair. "Whole story. Don't interrupt. When we were walking through the displays at the sex toy convention, I heard a voice. He spoke to me, but I couldn't see who it was. He followed me home."

"A stalker!" Kat popped her hand over her lips.

"No. A Fate. Or actually, the son of a Fate." As I continued with my rambling and muddled, but detailed explanation, our waitress deposited round number four. I was half finished with it when I got to the part – "And the sex was so hot, but he isn't real, so I told him to go away. Cause I need a man. A real man. I can't date the air. And now I miss him."

Kat leaned over toward me. Her breath smelled like cream ale. "So, what was it like?"

"The sex?"

"No, the nipple clamps. I really wanted to buy a pair."

"Kat." I fell back against the chair and rubbed my face. "I just told you I met a Fate and had incredible beach sex and all you got out of it was I own nipple clamps."

A frigid chill ran down my back. I glanced up. Every male in the bar was staring at me. Most had that stupid, horny grin on their faces. Why? Because the second I said, I own nipple clamps, the room went dead silent and everyone heard me.

So I did what any self-respecting but totally humiliated woman would do, I ordered another beer.

Kelly-Anne brought it over and smiled. She was practically my bitch by now as I'd been over tipping the whole night. "Patrick said this one's on the house."

"Well you can tell Patrick, I'm not gonna show him my nipple clamps." I glanced up at the other patrons. "Or anybody else."

A case of the giggles hit Kat. She kept trying to tell me something, but would shake with laughter and could only spit out a garbled mess of words. "Yo zed plmps."

Four and a half Guinness Draughts in you and it doesn't take long for the infectious giggling to invade your body. I wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes and started singing, "When Irish eyes are smiling. De da de dum, I don't know the words. But when Irish eyes are smiling…de dum de de da dum dee." I held that last note for several seconds. And proudly I might add, I was only a little off key.

"Okay. Okay. I got it." Kat placed her hand on her chest and tried to control her breathing. "You said nipple clamps!" She burst into hysterics and knocked over her empty beer glass.

"Time to go." I stood and swayed. My knees buckled. The chair pad rose up and met my butt. No, reverse that, I sat down.

Bio - Daryl Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe across the back acres and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flew high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.

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Getting to know L.E. Franks

Welcome to my Reading Nook, L.E. Franks. Please make yourself at home and let my cabana boys/girls get you a drink.

Comfortable? Wonderful. Now let’s get started.

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out? Hi Dawn!  I take my martini's dry as the Sahara with four olives please! Thanks for having me and Happy Holidays, everyone!

I'm currently in the middle of promoting Snow Globe my short story recently released as part of Dreamspinner's annual Advent Calendar.

It's a little quirky, one MC has a form of Tourette's that isolates him, the other has left his life in Chicago to care for his elderly uncle and brain damaged older cousin. It's the cousin who brings the two men together.

This year's calendar theme was "heartwarming" and when the submission call came I spent months racking my brain for a story that was original and interesting (I'm a huge fan of Christmas/holiday stories in general and the Advent Calendar in particular). By the time the deadline loomed, I'd given up. Two days before, inspiration finally hit and Snow Globe flowed out of me like a river--I practically wrote every spare minute I had, just submitting it seconds before the midnight deadline. The result is a story with an energy that mimics some of the frenetic pace of the way the Kris' brain works.

The story captures moments of connection between the two men - bad and good as they occur over six months - and yes, the fast pacing doesn't allow for much lingering or fleshing out. However, my plan writing this was to follow up with a longer novel written from Tyr's point of view. Tyr's a much more complicated man and it will be interesting to explore the reasons behind some of the decisions he makes in Snow Globe.

Currently I'm working on a sequel to my Novella 6 Days to Valentine which should be out next month. 6 Days to Valentine is the story of Nick, happy living his life as a mixologist for a trendy bar/restaurant in the South. He's shut himself off from having more than a casual relationship and his friends and co-workers are starting to worry.

6 Days to Valentine takes place in the days running up to Valentine's day - a holiday Nick loathes because of his name, and the state of his love life currently being complicated by pushy bouncer, Davis "Fat Boy" Newman, who's trying to set him up on a blind date. My hope for the series is to follow the main character Nick Valentine as he slowly gets a clue about life and love.


If we asked your muse to describe you using five words, what do you think they would say? Changeable, Eclectic, Sensual, Quirky, Pain-In-The-Ass (that counts as one word, right?)


Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you. I'm a mostly-Vegan.

Food often plays another character in my stories. I have an amazing editor who slums, playing Beta for me and I can crank her up with descriptions of food dishes. She was craving steak by the time she finished going through 6 Days To Valentine for me.

What's surprising? That I can describe food and the sensual pleasure of eating as well as I do, since I'm a natural born vegetarian/mostly Vegan. By the time I was 15 I was down to a small selection of shellfish and, of course, bacon (the candy of meats). High school biology killed the last lingering enjoyment I got from any sort of food with a digestive track after dissecting clams, and the rest was pretty easy to let go. But it doesn't stop me from cooking with meat or writing about it.


If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? France.

I confess, I've been in love with the country, the language, the culture since I was in middle school. Whenever I'm in Paris, it feels like home. I was there on business for a couple of weeks and the last thing I did was buy a fresh Pain au Chocolate to bring home to my husband. I hand him the bag at the airport, he opens it and pokes it, eventually taking a bite and then sort of shrugs. I'm staring at him like he's grown another head. For him, after twelve hours it's a stale pastry the cafe would toss…but for me--it's a frickin' Pain au Chocolate FROM PARIS! He has no soul. I ate it (and it was good).


If someone hasn't read any of your work, what book would you recommend that they start with and why? Snow Globe is a good one to start with - it's short and gives you a flavor about my writing style - the downside is the frenetic pacing and short length leaves a lot on the table. 6 Days to Valentine coming out in January, is a longer piece - you'll get a better sense of my love a characters and quirky humor. 

Where do you find the inspirations for your stories? I have no clue. The submission prompts help - but it's lightening in a bottle. That's the muse at work. If I can't capture that split second impulse…it's gone for good.

Are your characters able to love or do they need to be taught? I have to say I feel most comfortable tagging along in the middle of their journeys, so it's often a combination of both. I think they're headed for a HEA, but it's the internal development that surprises and interests me. Sometimes it's easy--they just need a random circumstance to get them on track, and sometimes there's a cluelessness that makes things complicated (Nick Valentine from 6 Days is a case in point). Sometimes I get caught in their heads and I can't get out. A few weeks ago I wrote a birthday not-so-flash fiction for a friend of mine - another author. I made the MC so angsty and such a head case I suffered along with him for weeks. Finally I had to remind myself that birthdays are to be celebrated. I lightened it up a little and it turned out fine.

Do you have a book that was easiest to write or one that was the hardest?

Once I got started Snow Globe was the easiest by far. It just poured from me.

Birthday Cake - a flash fiction I wrote to celebrate author Vicktor Alexander's 30th birthday was the hardest. In that story I wrote in First Person, Present tense and then used sensory deprivation ad a vehicle that kept him in his head. I'm surprised people like it. I still can't read it with any objectivity, all I see is the suffering and angst I went through. One of these days I'll post it on my website and see if someone can explain it to me.

If you could collaborate with one author who would it be? Anyone? Can I pick three? Currently I co-write the Wolves & Waves series with author Sara York. She is amazing to work with. Kind, generous…talented. What more can you want? We wrote Prodigal Wolf together over a few months. It's the introductory book to a series which is a little unconventional for wolf shifters. There's no easy HEA or simple romance. We wrote our pack angsty and hot. I think we have to finish the series for some readers to understand where Sara and I are going with these books. 

But if I could pick anyone else? Hands down, it would be Josh Lanyon for craft and style and story… and Mary Calmes for voice (and the other stuff, too.) It would be like taking a masterclass from these folks.

Coffee, tea or other drink to get you moving in the morning? Coffee is my preferred brew (as dark as you can make it…smoky roasts…yum) I do take it with scaled almond milk in the morning. When I'm being a good vegan I'll go off coffee and turn to green tea. Peets Green Tea Lattes are bliss. I'd like to give a shout out to LatteBoy - he's been delivering my first cup to me in bed most days for years now. I highly recommend to everyone to find your own LatteBoy. Bliss!

What is coming up from you in 2014? Anything you want to tease us with?

6 Days to Valentine will be released sometime next month by WildeCity Press. As I mentioned earlier, I'm very excited that Nick gets his time in the sun, so to speak. I'm currently writing the sequel 6 Days to Get Lucky - so fingers crossed on that one. Sara and I are working on our sequel to Prodigal Wolf but it's early days for that, and I have a couple of things submitted I'm still waiting to hear back from, and like every other writer a stack of wips, teasing me.

Anything else you want to add?  If you'd like to to read more, or follow along as I pick up the random threads of life I stumble across and see where there go here's where I am. Each is a little bit different.

Facebook - please like my author page. You'll find more news and links about what's important to me as well as release info: https://www.facebook.com/LEFranksAuthor

Twitter - this is where I'm my snarkiest as @boxtersushi https://twitter.com/boxtersushi

Tumblr - is well…tumblr. http://www.tumblr.com/blog/boxtersushi

Blog: Naked Butts and musings. I enjoy posting here - more personal & whimsical. http://lefranks.wordpress.com

Website: What can I say… It's practical and PG. http://www.lefranks.com

Thanks for taking the time to be here today. I wish you many sales and wonderful reviews.

Thank you Dawn, I'm grateful that you've allowed me a moment to put your readership to sleep - afternoon naps are very healthful, particularly during the stress of the holidays!

On a serious note, this is such a lovely, incredible community we have. When I look around I am constantly touched by acts of encouragement and support, not only from other authors, but readers and reviewers. I want to thank everyone who reads and supports LGBTQ writers and their work. Without you we wouldn't have a forum to share the knowledge that Love is Love, no matter the flavor it comes in. Thank you again, Dawn for this lovely opportunity to share a little more about myself.

Wishing everyone a joyful, happy, and safe holiday season.  - LE Franks

SNOW GLOBE – by LE Franks  

Heat rating PG-13 (no explicit scenes)

Available at Dreamspinner / Amazon / ARe

Kris Hamilton escaped the rat race in LA to live his dream of owning an art studio and making snow globes in a Christmas-themed town in northern Minnesota. But life in a tiny town isn’t as peaceful as advertised, and being treated like an outsider is making Kris’s Tourette's flare up. When he inadvertently offends Tyr Tollefson—a beautiful blond giant of a man—Kris is ready to chuck it all. But he strikes up an unlikely friendship with Tyr's cousin Bun, who shows them the magic of Christmas and gives them both a lesson in love and acceptance. 

Excerpt:

IT WAS the face pressed against his storefront window that first caught his attention.

"Pressed" might have been too delicate a word. "Mashed" is better, Kris thought idly, admiring the spread of pink skin sticking to the glass before his brain latched on to the thought spinning and tumbling at an increasingly alarming rate.

The litany of words shoved their way to the tip of his tongue, rushing to spill over and out of him in a waterfall of frothing adjectives: smushed, squashed, scrunched, crunched, crushed, squished, pushed, flattened, pancaked…. He'd barely been able to throw on the brakes, limiting the torrent to a barely audible whisper until the words dribbled to a halt.

Crap. It had been weeks since the last time he lost control of his own peculiar form of Tourette's.

He looked around the tiny store to see if anyone had noticed, but was quickly drawn back to the spectacle outside. The little voice teasing at the edges of his mind suggested a few more words that he ruthlessly rejected, fully alert to the insidious nature of his own brain. The person outside was an impossible mélange of old and young, tiny and broad, all brown and pink and white and fluffy red. Was that a scarf and hat?

Pompoms in July seemed off to Kris, and the noise came rushing back—odd, unusual, unexpected, surprising, strange, weird, astonishing, peculiar…. Gasping, he stuttered back a breath, choking in the words and squeezing eyes shut tight.

Twenty-five cleansing breaths. Twenty-four, twenty-three…. His head noise kept pace with his diaphragm until petering out around number twelve. Kris paid attention, waiting to open his eyes again until the countdown reached number one… or was it zero? He felt another tingle of panic try to erupt. Shit. If he wasn't careful, he'd be off to the races again, and he could feel the happy little ponies inside him bouncing in delight at the thought.

This time when he opened his eyes, his world was still. No strange visions at his window, no customers with pity or contempt in their eyes, no rampaging word strings waiting to torment him. With shaking hands he put up the Out to Lunch sign and locked the front door.

Not for the first time, Kris felt like he was living inside one of his own snow-globe creations—never knowing when something was going to yank him upside down and shake him. At least for now, all the blizzarding shards seemed to have settled back to the bottom. 

"NO, BUN, we'll be late for Eddie's appointment." Tyr ran his long fingers through his white-blond hair as he silently begged for patience. His cousin was having one of her "days," and she wasn't in the mood to go along with "the plan." Insisting that they go back to the little Christmas shop across the square. Gently he pulled out the yellow, lined paper, carefully unfolding it to show the pair. At least no one had started wringing their hands. Yet.

"Look, Bun, this is the step we're on." He'd gathered them next to a convenient mailbox, carefully laying it on the top so that they could all see. Bun jerked forward to smooth and touch every inch of the paper and run her fingers over each of the meticulously printed words.

They'd referred to it numerous times since leaving the farm. Tyr hoped this would be enough to get them all back on track with enough time to get his uncle to his cardiology appointment. Monthly trips into town had always been stressful, but his uncle's declining health and Bun's advancing age seemed to be making them worse.

Sighing, he carefully pointed to item number two: Eleven thirty appointment with Dr. Morgan for Eddie. "See, Bun, Dr. Morgan is expecting us in…." A quick glance at his watch showed that they were already ten minutes late. "Well… we have just enough time to make it if we walk over there now."

A flash of movement from across the way drew his attention. There was a God. Someone in the Christmas shop had just put up the CLOSED sign. From across the street, he caught just a glimpse of long dark hair before the figure disappeared. It only took a few nudges and a promise to stop by later to get them all moving again.

Prodigal Wolf by L.E. Franks and Sara York

Wolves & Waves Series, Book One

Paranormal M/M

MLR Press

Available at MLR Press / Amazon / ARe

Carlo has a problem, after years away he's finally returned to his South Carolina roots - but instead of peace and quiet all he's found are nosy wolves, romancing twinks, an out of control roommate threatening to expose them all, and a demanding Alpha who just won't go away.

All his Alpha wants is to show Carlo who he really is, and where he belongs. But Carlo Montefiore is a man fighting his instincts, memories, and responsibilities. His beachside home was supposed to provide sanctuary, but pack politics, unruly roommates, and human neighbors at risk of discovering that shifters exist, are making life anything but peaceful. Twinks Kevin and Grady have their own problems. Two college freshmen are no match for a couple of hot wolves who like to play chase. If they don't stop playing games they'll miss the biggest thing to happen in their young lives---love.

The Young & Submissive Blog Tour Stop/Giveaway

Schedule:

10/29/13

Shayna Renee's Spicy Reads

Scorching Book Reviews

10/30/13

Kinky Book Reviews

Kallypso Masters

10/31/13

Romance Novel Promotions

Romance Book Craze

11/1/13

Angel Payne

Dawn's Reading Nook

11/2/13

Illustrious Illusions

In the Pages of a Good Book

11/3/13

My Secret Escape

Desire Me Only (Author Desiree Holt)

11/4/13

Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews

Lina's Accolades and Book Burnings

11/5/13

Delighted Reader

RomFan Reviews

11/6/13

The Smutty Kitty

Book Reviews and More by Kathy

11/7/13

Crystal's Many Reviews

Regina May Ross

The Young and The Submissive is the second installment in the super sexy serialized Doms of Her Life series. It picks up shortly after the first title, One Dom to Love, left off.

The Young And The Submissive

Doms of Her Life, Book 2

Raine Kendall has everything a woman could want…almost. Sexy, tender Dom Liam O’Neill is her knight in shining armor, but Raine keeps pinching herself. Is he too good to be true or is this growing connection one that could last a lifetime? She’s constantly torn by her abiding feelings for her commanding boss, Macen “Hammer” Hammerman, especially in the wake the mind-blowing night he cast aside the barriers between them and ravaged every inch of her body.

Hammer, Liam’s former best friend, can’t stop coveting Raine. But Liam is determined to hold and guide the woman he loves and see if she can be the submissive of his dreams. However, he’s finding that her trust is hard won and he needs a bloody crowbar to pry open her scarred soul. So he risks everything to win her once and for all. But once he’s put his daring plan in motion, will it cost Liam his heart if he loses Raine to Hammer for good?

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Contest Information:

Shayla, Jenna, and Isabella are giving away a copy of the book signed by all three of them at each blog stop. Follow the tour and comment with your email each day for more chances to win. They are also giveaway away a grand prize of a kindle paperwhite to one random commenter. Fill out the rafflecopter below to enter! 

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Talking with a few Torquere/Prizim Authors

Meet Torquere Author T. Strange.....

One of the best parts of reading is being able to live your fantasies from the comfort of your couch. Have you ever fantasized about being spanked? About giving up control, just for a little while? Then this book is for you! Gavin has been going to motorcycle shows for years, hoping to find a hot biker who will introduce him to the BDSM he craves. After years of searching, he meets Terry, who seems to be exactly what he’s been looking for, and vice versa. Before they can play, Gavin has to learn about the differences between fantasy and reality. Boots and Leather is a short, steamy read, perfect for a summer’s day. Be sure and enter to win your free copy!

About the author: 

T. Strange has been part of the BDSM lifestyle for several years. She has actively participated in her local kinky community, and is very passionate when it comes to education about safe, fun kink. So far, she has two Tales of Leather Sips published with Torquere Press, ‘Boots and Leather’ and ‘Belladonna’. Both stories feature m/m BDSM. 
She can be found on Twitter, Facebook, and on Tumblr at tqstrange.tumblr.com, or you can email her at tq.strange@gmail.com

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Meet Prizim author, Huston Piner.....

My Life as a Myth is a bittersweet page-turner filled with humorous misadventures, unexpected psychedelic explorations and moments of love, passion and tragedy. 1969 high school loser Nick Horton’s new friend Jesse Gaston promises to make him a superstar. But if would-be girlfriends, his dysfunctional family, and a suspicious principal weren’t enough to deal with, Nick falls in love with Bobby Warren and things really get complicated. Can Nick and Bobby find their way in a world where acid rock rules, status is everything and being gay is the last taboo?

Nominated for the 2014 Stonewall Book Award for Children's and Young Adult Literature.

Reviewers’ comments:

… a realistic depiction of the struggles an ordinary young gay person may experience. Some of it is sad, some of it is scary, and some of it is maddening, but it is also funny, insightful, and, ultimately, hopeful. The bittersweet ending is appropriate to the … time in which the book is set. This novel is well worth reading. – Orion

It made me laugh and cry, and I've got to warn you, there are some scenes that really tug on the heartstrings. ... Overall a wonderful YA read which I highly recommend. – Jeff Erno.

If you’re seeking a highly original young adult read that will have you laughing and crying in equal measure, I can certainly recommend this book. - Jamie Deacon

My Life as a Myth is one of the most realistic LGBTQ YA books that has crossed my desk … If you like a period piece, if you are interested in the 60's, if you like LGBTQ YA, if you like humour, a message, young love, and can handle a bittersweet piece of fiction that is firmly rooted in reality, then please do yourself a favour and read the beautifully written, wonderfully named My Life as a Myth. – Kazza K

Excerpt:

I woke up sometime after dawn. I was on my back and Bobby lay on his side with his left leg draped over me and an arm wrapped snuggly around me. As I came to, I realized we were both uncovered, he was naked, and we both had hard-ons; his rested on my thigh. Completely embarrassed, I began a slow delicate process to untangle us without waking him.

After I freed myself, I hurried to the bathroom, quietly closed the door and raised the lid just in time to explode. I stood there shivering until I was completely drained and flushed the toilet. The bathroom had a small walk in shower with a sliding door. I got in before the water fully heated up, and let it flow over me to ensure I was fully awake.

I dried my hair with the damp towel. Bobby had rolled over and snored quietly, now clutching a pillow. I finished dressing and watched him sleep for a minute, taking in how perfect he is from head to toe. My God, he’s beautiful, I thought, and I felt myself stiffen. It took me a couple of minutes to tear myself away from just admiring him. There are some things you just know you’ll remember all your life and I knew right then that even when I’m a hundred, remembering him sleeping like that will bring out the same feelings in me.

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VBT Stop~ Highlander's Hope/Contest

Book spotlight/Virtual Blog Tour for Highlander's Hope by Collette Cameron

Book URL: http://smpauthors.wordpress.com/meet-collette-cameron/highlanders-hope-by-collette-cameron/

Not a day has gone by that Ewan McTavish, the Viscount Sethwick, hasn't dreamed of the beauty he danced with two years ago. He's determined to win her heart and make her his own. Heiress, Yvette Stapleton, is certain of one thing; marriage is risky and, therefore, to be avoided. At first, she doesn't recognize the dangerously handsome man who rescues her from assailants on London's docks, but Lord Sethwick's passionate kisses soon have her reconsidering her cynical views on matrimony. On a mission to stop a War Office traitor, Ewan draws Yvette into deadly international intrigue. To protect her, he exploits Scottish law, declaring her his lawful wife—without benefit of a ceremony. Yvette is furious upon discovering the irregular marriage is legally binding, though she never said, "I do." Will Ewan's manipulation cost him her newfound love?   

Teaser Excerpt:

She stepped back as he pushed his way into the room, leaving the door ajar. His hair was damp, no doubt from bathing, and the stubble darkening his face earlier was gone. Feet bare, wearing only buckskin breeches and a shirt unbuttoned to the waist, he resembled a pirate—a dangerous, rakish, sinfully handsome pirate.

She sucked in her breath. He oughtn’t to be here, but he’d said he wanted to talk to her, and he had promised to behave.

Yvette’s eyes traveled the path of silky hair from his chest until it disappeared into his waistband. Her stomach flip-flopped. Sweet Lord above. She pressed her hands to her frolicking middle.    Why doesn’t he say something?

A distraction, that’s what she needed. She escaped to the lumpy bed where she had flung her clothing before bathing. She folded and packed the garments into her valise and set it on the floor beside her trunk. She bent to retrieve her bath towel, and peeked side-ways at him from the corner of her eye. He hasn’t moved. What’s he about?

Grabbing the towel, she glanced down and froze. The candles to her left bathed her in a stream of light. She could clearly see the outline of her legs. Her nightwear was almost translucent in the candlelight and gave him a shadowy view of— dear God—nearly everything.

No wonder he hadn’t moved, the bounder.

Standing upright, she held the towel before her, and faced him. “Enjoying the view, your lordship?” she snapped.

    

Ewan still leaned against the doorframe, watching her. “Immeasurably.”

Contest Information:

 Collette will be awarding a gift basket that include a gift card, blue rose tea cup, blue rose soap, vintage looking cameo pendant, shortbread, tea, and other goodies to a randomly drawn commenter during the tours. Please leave a comment along with your email address inside the comment box to be entered. Follow the tour, comment at each stop and get more entries.

The tour dates can be found here:  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/02/virtual-book-tour-highlanders-hope-by.html

About the Author

A life-long Oregonian, Collette Cameron was born and raised in a small town along the northern Oregon coast. Today she makes her home in a rural community, 30 minutes west of Portland. Her Victorian farmhouse sits on a one-acre certified wildlife habit, interspersed with a plethora of gardens: English, rose, butterfly, rock, water, and of course, vegetable.

A voracious reader of romance since her teens, she even named her daughter after a heroine in her favorite romance novel. An enthusiast of times gone by, and anything related to romance, she writes Historical Romance, with a dash of inspiration, a pinch of humor, and a liberal portion of suspense.

Having dabbled in interior decorating in her youth, Collette returned to school, graduating summa cum laude from Oregon State University, and going on to obtain her Master's Degree in Teaching. She is member of Romance Writers of America, Rose City Romance Writers, The Beau Monde, and Love Faith and Hope, Inc.

Some of Collette's favorite things include unique blends of coffees and teas, trivia, Cadbury Milk Chocolate, inspirational quotes, and scented candles. Her Christian faith, husband, three adult children, and five miniature dachshunds round out her life quite nicely! When she's not teaching or writing, she enjoys amateur photography, bird watching, gardening, interior decorating, rock-hunting, boating or fishing on the Columbia River, and reading.

My Links:

Website: http://collettecameron.com/

Blog: http://blueroseromance.com/

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Guest Author day with Margaret West

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?

  I have just released my newest Paranormal Romance Abigail Cottage. It’s a dark paranormal and very out of keeping with the books I usually write. I wrote it 25 years ago, when computers where unheard of and we got excited of electric typewriters! It started off over 2000 pages and over the years was edited to death and now it’s a more manageable 300 or so.

What makes a book great in your eyes?

That’s a heard one. I usually feel a book is fabulous if I can’t put it down or when I do, it’s on my mind constantly.

Do you have any guilty pleasures?

I eat far too much chocolate. When I’m trying to work out a scene, review my plots or a character is just not shaping up, out comes my stash and I sit and eat. 

How much of the book is realistic?

None. It’s pure fiction.

What is the hardest scene you have had to write (published or not)? Why?

Sex scenes. They just do not come natural to me. I envy those who can just sit down and bash one out. It’s something about being so intimate on paper. Not t hat I am prude or anything, I just can’t write them very well. lol

If you had a reporter follow you around for the day, what would the readers get to see in your daily schedule?

They would be bored to death lol An hour of fitness on the wii, and hour of walking my devil in a cute fur coat, dog and all day in the office tapping away on my computer. All the action takes place in my books I’m afraid.

When you begin your stories, do you go with the flow, or go with an outline?

I have a basic idea in my mind but I mainly go with the flow. I’m not a plotter. I hate to be bogged down by guidelines. It works for me.

Is it hard coming up with titles or characters names?

No, and I have no idea how they pop into my head. I have come to believe my mind is an endless mine of useless drivel. Names, places, costumes are all buried there. A long with drama’s and ‘what if’  ideas.

What does your workstation look like?

At this moment fairly organized. I have two back up hard drives under my desk as I am paranoid that one should break down lol I have a white board to my left for idea’s and memory jogs, a pin board in front of me with various pics and trivia and on my desk to the left, a pink wire three tier drawer set holding all my pins and paper clips. Oh yes, three coffee cups. I tend to have a hoard when I’m working all day.

Are you the type of individual who gets weepy at the end of a good movie, or a sad movie, or do you just stay neutral through it all?

I blub like a baby. I’m renowned for it. If someone cries on screen you can guarantee I’m crying with them. I cried when I wrote a scene in Abigail Cottage…it was so sad..sigh…

Is there any books coming that you are itching to read (either electronic or print) from your favorite authors?

Not really. I have got through my 2010 pile. Next year, no doubt, it will begin to build. There are so many fab writers out there.

If you were to replenish your cabinets with one junk food, what would it be?

Crisps. I’m a martyr to them. I don’t have time to cook when I’m writing and crisps fill that growling space.

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Sneak Peek into Abigail Cottage by Margaret West
Available at Hedge-Witchery Books

After receiving an inheritance of a cottage in Ireland and discovering she is adopted, Abbey Newlands goes in search of her real family. But before she arrives at the cottage, a chain of events and a whirlwind romance leaves her deeply in love with Shaun O'Donnell. When Shaun's mother, Aveline, reveals a dark twist of fate that mean they can never be together, Abbey flees to the cottage alone, pregnant and unaware that it is cursed by two demons who reside there. One who will love her, and one who wants her dead. Only Shaun has the power to save them both and lock the demons away behind Hell's door.

Excerpt:

Justin sighed and looked out of the grimy windows of the cottage. He kept the crumbling wreck of a cottage whole through magic. Was it too much to ask for Adrinia, the shadow queen, to order her minions to clean it occasionally?

“Why can’t you content yourself with your existence?” Adrinia asked.

  “Because you know it isn’t enough. I want to be with my wife,” he ground out. “I feel incomplete without her. Not that you’d know how that feels.”

Adrinia gave a long sigh.  “Even a queen can get lonely, Justin.”

“It’s not only that. Look at me.” He threw his arms wide, emphasising his shabby clothes, which barely covered his scaly body. “If it wasn’t for the spells I barter from the night crawlers, I’d have to look like this for eternity. I used to be a handsome man. I don’t understand why I look like this now.”

 “I don’t think you look that bad.  I…” she began and was cut off by a sharp rap on the front door. “Who’s that?”

Justin frowned. “How do I know? I can’t see through doors.”

“Well, it won’t answer itself,” Adrinia said, as she disappeared into a dark recesses in the corner of the room.

 Justin quickly transformed himself into the young man he had been before his death, and opened the door. Words dried in his mouth when he saw familiar sapphire eyes staring back. The girl was nearly identical to his wife.

   “Ello’ mister, my name’s Abigail. I was...um…well, this place was…” She sighed and put her bag down on the floor. “Look, I need a room. I can work for my board. I can sew, cook and clean. My parents owned this cottage. They died in ere when I was born.”

It was if fortune had just walked in and slapped him on the back. Justin opened the door wider and wished the cottage was nicer inside. “Did you say your name was Abigail?”

 “Yes, mister. I was called afta’ the ouse’.”

He could sense the infant growing inside her belly. Even though she took pains to conceal it. It was the special ingredient he needed for his transformation spell. How fortuitous. “As it happens I do have a spare room and as you can see, I’m in dire need of a housekeeper.”

Abigail picked up her bag and stepped into the cottage. Her eyes scanned the small room and dulled in disappointment. “You’d better know I’m expecting a child. But it won’t interfere with my work” she quickly added.

Justin smiled broadly. “No, it won’t interfere with anything I have in mind. I’m sure.”