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Saturday, June 29, 2013

Excerpt From Night Promises by Tonya Renee Callihan

NIGHT PROMISES

Connor knew she was coming, he could smell her before she opened the door. He was sitting on the couch, legs stretched out, arms spread across the back of the couch.

Kelly caught her breath as she stepped into the room. His eyes were back to light brown; she had never seen them darker than they had been just a moment ago. Did that mean he was hungry for her blood? Did he want sex? One would think that working in this environment she would know. But truth be told, she had never been alone with or this close to a male vampire before.

“Sit down Kelly.” He looked amused. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do.” That was the safest line he could use.

“Okay.” Kelly sat beside him on the couch and slipped her sandals off. Being on her feet all night, she appreciated the break. “You said we had to talk about my sister.”

“I know what you’re up to.” He wanted to touch her but restrained himself for now.

Kelly looked at him, “You can read minds then?”

“No, thankfully.”

“Then how do you know what I am up to?”

“Micah can read minds. He was here earlier tonight, heard what you were planning to do, and informed me.”

“Why would he inform you?”

He was amazed she wasn’t upset about Micah interrupting her thoughts but wanted to know why Connor needed this info.

“It came up,” he shrugged. “You are stepping into some very dangerous territory. You could get yourself killed.”

“I know that!” she exclaimed, crossing her arms. “But I owe Tammy. She never would have known that vamps existed if it weren’t for me.” Kelly stood and began to pace the small room. “I got my sister killed. Don’t you understand?” She turned to him. “She would still be alive and working if it weren’t for me, Connor.”

He stood. “You cannot blame yourself.” He again resisted the urge to touch her. “It could have happened if she knew about us and it could have happened if she didn’t know,” he tried to assure her.

“I have a strong feeling that a vampire I know, one who comes to my club, is responsible for this. Besides, I don’t need you to babysit me.” She turned for the door, but he beat her to it. “Get out of my way,” she said between gritted teeth.

“No!” This time he did touch her cheek, slightly. “You smell like sunshine.” He leaned closer to her.

“Give me a break. I have guys trying those lines on me every night.” She tried to push him away, but he only grinned.

“I’m stronger than you, Kelly. You can fight me all you want, but I’m not moving.” This time, he placed his thumb on her pulse. “It’s racing,” he whispered. “I can hear it racing every time I’m near you.”

“What’s it like?” Kelly asked, “Being a vampire?”

“Not much difference really, but I can hear sounds miles away, see past the stars, fly above the clouds, and taste every flavor in ones blood, kiss, and body.” He gave her body a glance, down then up again.

“I’ve never been with a vampire,” she blurted.

“Never?” he asked, half-shocked and half-relieved.

“No, never even kissed one.” she laughed at herself.

“Can I ask why?” Connor rubbed his hand down her neck and across the swell of her breasts. He asked the question, but he felt he already knew the answer. He needed to hear her say it.

“Because I only want you,” she confessed taking a step back. “I’m sorry, that was really forward.” She crossed her arms again.

“That’s okay.” He stepped closer to her. “Being forward is a good thing, especially when I don’t have Micah here telling me what you are thinking.”

“Oh,” she laughed a little shakily. “I should probably get back out there.”

“Don’t.” He placed a hand on her stomach to stop her. Connor knew better; he knew he should just let her go. She was better off if he didn’t take from her. Being his mate and being a full moon he could lose control and turn her against her will. He couldn’t do that, not to her.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s very pleasurable for both.” He reached over and dimmed the lights. “Let me pleasure you, Kelly,” he whispered before placing his lips over hers and sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. Then his tongue was dancing with hers. Connor cupped her right breast and felt her nipple come to life under his thumb.

“Oh, wow.” Kelly murmured against his mouth. “This is just the start,” he promised, pushing her back against the wall. “Just relax,” he soothed, giving her neck an open-mouthed kiss. “I would never do anything to harm you,” he promised.

“I trust you.” She gripped his hips and forced her body to relax when she spotted his fangs.




BIO:

Tonya has been writing all of her life. At the age of 13, on Christmas break she snuck one of her mom’s romances from a box brought over by her grandma. The novel she read was ‘Montana Sky’ by Nora Roberts. Once she finished reading that book she knew someday she would to be a published romance author. She has been writing every since.

 
Now a single mom she balances her time between her 10 month old son, Mason, writing, work, and the Internet!
Tonya loves to help support some of her favorite authors and is very involved in several street teams and posts book reviews over at her
blog!

Her first novel was published in January 2010,
Night Promises, the first book in her Night Pleasures series! After a long wait her second book from MuseItUp Publishing, Claimed will be coming out Spring 2013! With hopefully, more releases this year as well.

 

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Friday, June 28, 2013

Oreo Ice Cream Pie ~ Can't Tell It's Sugar FREE

YUMMY SUMMER TREAT
 
This recipe is from my friend and fellow screenwriter, Neringa who got this recipe from Rose, (thank you Rose,) who didn't give her specifics except the ingredients,
and the "smushing" part.
Looks like a cold treat for summer, and the 4th of July is coming up!
 
 

 
 
Ingredients:
  • 1 box of SUGAR FREE Oreo Cookies
  • 1 1/2 Gallon of NO SUGAR ADDED ice cream, I prefer Edy's Coffee, but also love Fudge Tracks and Vanilla always works.
  • Optional Whipped cream for those who can have it.
(Note, you do not have to use sugar free anything, but this is great for diabetics and there is no after taste)
 
 
 
I TAKE A BOX OF SUGAR FREE OREOS, crumble them in my Cuisinart, then take 1/2  of the cookies and smush them into a pie pan or spring form ( depends on how much ice cream I add). The creamy white center of the Oreo holds the cookie crust together.
In a bowl, I mix the slightly softened ice cream and the other 1/2 of the crumbled Oreos and layer over the crust, smoothing the surface.
Freeze for 4-6 hours before serving.  If using a spring form, remove form, cut and serve.
Garnish with whipped cream for those who can have it.
An optional way of preparing this and still have it be low cal, but not strictly diabetic friendly, is to use the sugar free ingredients, freeze for a couple of hours, then layer whipped cream on top, and freeze the 4-6 hours.  Serve and enjoy.  Repeat.
 
 
 
Neringa is an award-winning screenwriter, director, cover designer, visual designer, photographer...I'm sure I've left a few descriptions from her amazing list.
Find her at: https://www.facebook.com/NeringaScreenwriter?fref=ts  and while you're there, "like" her page.
  
  
I hope you enjoy the recipe, finding Neringa and seeing the diversity of talent she possesses.
Happy 4th of July
 
 
 

Saturday, June 22, 2013

F.M. Meredith's Excerpt from Dangerous Impulses



BLURB:

An attractive new-hire captivates Officer Gordon Butler, Officer Felix Zachary’s wife Wendy is befuddled by her new baby, Ryan and Barbara Strickland receive unsettling news about her pregnancy, while the bloody murder of a mother and her son and an unidentified drug that sickens teenaged partiers jolts the Rocky Bluff P.D.


EXCERPT:
Officer Gordon Butler couldn’t believe his good luck. First, because he’d been assigned the new hire, even though he knew everyone else on the Rocky Bluff P.D. thought Chief McKenzie had lost his mind for making such a decision. Second, Officer Lizette Gibbs was gorgeous. Though still suffering from a broken heart, Gordon thought his chances for healing had finally improved. He stole a side glance at her. Shiny black, chin-length hair framed her golden-skinned profile. High cheekbones and full lips glowed with natural color. Her name gave no clue to her ethnic background, but she was some kind of mix. Gordon couldn’t tell how much might be Hispanic, Native American, Far-Eastern or Anglo. Whatever, she was flat-out gorgeous.

She must’ve felt his scrutiny because she glanced over from her place in the shot-gun seat. “Is it always this quiet during the day shift?”
“To be perfectly honest, ninety-percent of the time, yes.” 
“How do you keep from getting bored?” 
“I hand out lots of traffic tickets.” Gordon laughed. “Once in a while something more interesting happens.”         

“I wanted to work in a bigger city.” Lizette peered out the window at the rows of orange trees. “I applied to about twenty places, but when I got called for the interview here I thought being between two fairly large cities like Ventura and Santa Barbara, there could be the possibility for some action. Finding out Rocky Bluff is a beach town influenced me too. I love the ocean.”          

While Gordon drove, he pointed out all the various neighborhoods. The mostly dilapidated rentals on the beachfront, the downtown area that ended on the north side at the undeveloped area by the creek near the bluff. They traveled to the south side with the upscale seafood restaurant at the far end. He showed her the older neighborhoods that climbed the hillsides, and the orange groves and ranches on the eastside of the101 that nearly covered the foothills.

He’d turned toward the more populated sections. “I’ll show you the ritziest part of town next, up on the bluff. He passed the freeway exit and entrance. “I manage to catch quite a few speeders here.”  
        
“I hope to do more than hand out speeding tickets.”  Lizette sounded disappointed.
“I think Stacey Wil . . . I mean Milligan, has her eye on you.” Gordon still forgot to call Stacey by her married name, as did many of her other co-workers. 
“Why? I couldn’t quite figure out what her job is. Sometimes she wears a uniform and sometimes she doesn’t.”
“She covers all the vice crimes. Being the only female officer we’ve had for a while, she’s kept pretty busy.”
“That would be okay. I wouldn’t mind helping her out. Do you think I ought to talk to her?”
Before he could answer, the dispatcher’s voice came over the radio, “See the man concerning a missing teen.”
 




BIO:

F.M. is also known as Marilyn Meredith, the author of the Deputy Tempe Crabtree series. She first became interested in writing about law enforcement when she lived in a neighborhood filled with police officers and their families. The interest was fanned when her daughter married a police officer and the tradition has continued with a grandson and grandson-in-law who are deputies. She’s also serves on the board of the Public Safety Writers Association, and has many friends in different law enforcement fields. For twenty plus years, she and her husband lived in a small beach community located in Southern California much like the fictional Rocky Bluff. She is a member of three chapters of Sisters in Crime, Epic, and Mystery Writers of America.

 
 

Find Marilyn at: http://fictionforyou.com/
 

Facebook under my name, Marilyn Meredith

Buy links to your book: http://tinyurl.com/byxomtk



Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Meet Marilyn Meredith


Please join me in welcoming Marilyn Meredith, also known as F.M. Meredith, the author of the Deputy Tempe Crabtree series. She first became interested in writing about law enforcement when she lived in a neighborhood filled with police officers and their families. The interest was fanned when her daughter married a police officer and the tradition has continued with a grandson and grandson-in-law who are deputies.

She also serves on the board of the Public Safety Writers Association, and has many friends in different law enforcement fields. For twenty plus years, she and her husband lived in a small beach community located in Southern California much like the fictional Rocky Bluff. She is a member of three chapters of Sisters in Crime, Epic, and Mystery Writers of America.



LA: Hi Marilyn, welcome to My Story ~ My way. Tell us about your current series.

MM: Hi Leslie, Thank you so much for hosting me this week. Dangerous Impulses is number 9 in the Rocky Bluff P.D. crime series. My intentions all along were to show how what happened on the job affected the families and what happened in the family affected the job. In each book the major plot is brought to a conclusion, but the families might have some ongoing problem.

LA: What’s next for you?

MM: I am polishing the next Rocky Bluff P.D. novel and getting ready to launch the next in the Deputy Tempe Crabtree series, Spirit Shapes.

LA: How much time do you spend promoting your books? 

MM: Way too much. Writing posts for blog tours takes a long time because I want the post to be interesting and different from others I’ve written.

LA: What works best for you?

MM: I am partial to blog tours, I’m not sure that works best for me—but it introduces me and my books to new potential readers. I love interacting with readers. And no, I do not have a publicist.

LA: Do you use a pen name? If so, how did you come up with it?

MM: F. M. Meredith is my first two initials and at the time I started using it, it seemed like a great idea.

LA: Which aspect of writing do you love the best, and which do you hate the most?

MM: I like the editing part best—once the book is all done and I am going over it, working to make it better.

LA: Describe for us, if you will, your writing style, as in plotter vs. seat of the pants, and do you put more time into developing characters or plot or are they equal?

MM: I think I’m a bit of both. I don’t set down an actual outline, but I begin with research and an idea for the plot. I begin jotting down lots of notes about what will be in the book, the new characters, etc. Then I start writing. As I write more ideas come and more notes.

LA: What do you do when you find yourself overwhelmed with all the stuff that goes along with writing and publishing?

MM: Hubby and I take the afternoon off and go out to lunch and a movie.

LA: That sounds like a great idea. Make note to self! Any advice you want to offer our readers about the dreaded Blurb writing ?

MM: Keep it to one or two sentences and use something about the book that will intrigue a reader.

LA: Key advice for other writers?

MM: Keep reading the kind of books you like to write—and write, write, write.

LA: Here is a social question. Someone has cut you off in the checkout line. How do you handle it?

MM: I had a friend who would always say quite loudly, “That must’ve been a very important person.” I always think that and may say it not so loudly to the person behind me.

LA: Coffee, tea or other?

MM: Chai latte.

LA: Are you superstitious?

MM: I’m not superstitious, but I like to put scary and weird things into my books. We have some resident ghosts in our home, but I know they can’t hurt anyone, so we put up with doors opening and shutting and weird noises.

LA: Do you have a view in your writing space? 

MM: Yes, the hill called Snail Head and the mountains beyond.

LA: Societal pet peeve … sound off.

MM: I am so tired of politics—politics corrupts and no politician comes is clean. No matter the party, no one has the people’s good in mind anymore—and I’m not sure they ever did except our founding fathers.

 


Blurb:
An attractive new-hire captivates Officer Gordon Butler, Officer Felix Zachary’s wife Wendy is befuddled by her new baby, Ryan and Barbara Strickland receive unsettling news about her pregnancy, while the bloody murder of a mother and her son and an unidentified drug that sickens teenaged partiers jolts the Rocky Bluff P.D.

Find Marilyn at: http://fictionforyou.com/
 

Facebook under my name, Marilyn Meredith

Buy links to your book: http://tinyurl.com/byxomtk


 



 
Don't forget F.M Meredith's (Marilyn's) excerpt on Saturday.
 


Friday, June 14, 2013

Stone Of Heaven Excerpts and More Images That Inspired The Story


BLURB:

STONE OF HEAVEN
Book One of the Carswell Adventure Series  
  
The Recluse …
Tori Carswell treasures her solitude and simple life.  Her identical twin, Abby Carswell, is the polar opposite, seeking increasingly risky adventures.  Now Abby has put herself in mortal danger, captive of an ancient Mayan cult.  Her only hope?  Woefully under-prepared Tori.
And the Treasure Hunter …
Reid Hunter, good-natured and currently broke, aims to beat his ex-partner Abby to the fabled blue jade known as the Stone of Heaven.  But when reclusive, aero-phobic Tori overcomes her fear of flying and tracks her sister to a well guarded tomb deep in the Yucatan rainforest, he realizes Abby is in serious trouble.
Can Opposites Accomplish the Impossible?
Abby no longer trusts Reid. Can Tori risk doing so now, and join forces with him to save her sister?  Or will Reid put riches before life and love? 


EXCERPT 1:
Deep in the Yucatan jungle . . . 
Siesta forgotten, Jacinto pushed the broad leaf aside and saw several blue pebbles twinkling in the sunlight. 
Scooping them into his palm, awed that they glowed so brightly, he was certain they must be worth much. He carefully pushed the pebbles deep into the pocket of his pants, making sure they were safe, then scrabbled in the sodden underbelly of the rainforest for more. 
As he dug deeper into the mud, a sting crossed his palm. He jerked back his hand, fearful an asp had bitten him. But a gash, not bite holes, bled through the mud covering his palm. Relieved, he carefully started to dig deeper. 
Soon the broken edge of a thick blue stone poked above the mud. 
Excited that it had to be more valuable than the pebbles and forgetting caution, Jacinto thrust his hand deep into the muck, folding his fingers around the object, holding tight despite the sharp edge slicing deeper into his palm. 
Freeing the egg-sized piece, he wiped his prize on his shirt and stared with awe at the intricately carved corner, broken off something he couldn't imagine. Spitting on the carving and rubbing it with his thumb, he cleared off most of the muddy haze and held his treasure up to the sun, playing it back and forth in the strong light. The blue stone's glow was mesmerizing, seeming as if the sun itself were trapped inside. "¡Madre de Dios!"
 
 
EXCERPT 2:

Little took Reid by surprise, but the woman standing in front of him did the trick. He pushed back his hat and crossed his arms, giving himself a second to think.
"Victoria Carswell, as I live and breathe, you actually exist." Leaning back against the plane's door, he scanned her from head to toe, taking his time, enjoying the view.
She really was the identical twin of Abby. A fraction taller, a bit thinner, her hair a bit longer. His gaze was drawn to her mouth as she licked her lips, completely unaware of the invitation she offered even as her gray eyes with those mysterious ebony flecks held a look of suspicion and wariness. Yet they didn't hold the razor-sharp glint Abby's now often held.
And when Tori blinked, for that split second following, she revealed a hint of melancholy buried deep in her soft gray gaze.
His gaze narrowed on the antique butterfly sword she held. "Nice sword. Who were you expecting?"
"Not you." She moved back a step and brushed against the papers on the desk.
All Reid's other thoughts fled when a glimmer of blue peeked out from beneath the edge of one of the stacks of paper.
Was it the jade? Was it what the boy Jacinto had shown Abby? Could it be his luck had finally turned?
He took a step toward her, and she moved back farther. Another step forward by him and a step backward for her, almost like a tango, until she was pinned against the desk. Right where he wanted her, the confusion in her eyes exactly what he wanted her to feel. He leaned toward her, focusing on her mouth while he palmed and pocketed the jade.
Euphoria swept through him, and he wanted to dance, pump his fists and crow at the top of his voice. This was the drug of treasure hunters. It didn't matter at the moment that he hadn't found it first, it mattered only that he was holding it. The jade was real and he had a piece of it.
He even wanted that kiss he'd feigned to Tori, wanting to wipe that confusion off her face and replace it with satisfaction.
Instead of doing any of what he wanted, he straightened. "Where's Abby?" he asked, his voice normal, his pulse still hammering.
"You're following her, you should know. Have you seen Dr. Sanchez?"
"No, I assume he's in his dusty museum. And by the way, I got here first, I never follow," he said, leaning next to her against the desk, amused as she shifted away from him.
Wait, what was that she said? "Whoa, back up a bit. Why would you think Sanchez is here?"
"Because Lupe told me he was heading for Chuca. I thought the plane out there might have been his."
"It's not, it's mine. You met Lupe?"
"She was at the airport to pick me up."
"And where is she now?"
Victoria shrugged.
Stunned, Reid realized what she'd said. "Wait, you're telling me you flew down here? Christ, Abby must be in some trouble for you to get on an airplane."

 
 
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This is not my photo, but gives you a good sense
of the scale of El Castillo and its location
to the cove below.
 
This is an aerial view of the main ruins,
only a part of the vast archeological site.




Museo Nacional De Antropologia in Mexico City
 


Olmec head on the grounds of the museum.



This is on top of the museum.

This is a reproduction of a temple
on the museum grounds.


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