Saturday, April 5, 2014

Between Turns Three! Let's Celebrate with a Contest!

Between was published three years ago today. Holy smokes, where does the time go? Since that time, she's been followed by two siblings: Hell Transporter and Even In Darkness. And of course, we have one on the way (not yet named!) to round out the family. Awww....

I am truly humbled by the readers who took a chance on this book series, who fell in love with Aiden and Lindsey, and who continue to spend their time and energy to promote the series so that others will love it, too. A huge thanks to all of Aiden's Angels, and a special shout out to Vicki Trask and Theresa Largusa who are hosting an awesome contest on the Aiden's Angels blog this weekend. You don't want to miss it!! And don't forget to check out all the cool merchandise you can pick up from the Aiden's Angels Store.

I thought it would be fun to have a wee contest of my own as well. What do you think? Are you down with that? *grin*

Authors love to put endorsement blurbs on their covers and on their product pages, and I've been blessed with some great ones!

"A touching love story with a serious degree of YUM." - Author Jamie Canosa

"Aiden MacRae is the guy the word 'SWOON' was invented for." - Jessica from Just a Booklover

"Aiden MacRae OWNS MY HEART!!!" - Reading Angel

"What exquisite torture! You have no choice but to hang on until the ride is over. You absolutely will not put this one down!" - Author Linda Rae Blair

"With a gorgeous style reminiscent of Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series, I was absolutely enthralled by this novel." - The Violet Hour Book Reviews 

"From page one, this book draws you in and holds you there." - Were Vamps Romance

"Between had me laughing, sighing, and definitely a little teary-eyed. I loved every minute of it!" - Simply Me Book Addict

"I loved Between so much. I found myself looking forward to my reading time even more than usual. I kept telling my mom and husband, "I can't wait to sit and read a while. I'm reading the best book!"- I'd So Rather Be Reading 

"This is a truly enchanting story and not to be missed in any way, shape or form."- Magic of Reading


Now it's your turn to take center stage! 

I'll be looking for a quote to add to the cover of Book Four and/or the product pages of the books, so comment below with your own endorsement blurb (for the whole series or any specific book in the series). If your blurb has the magic stuff, you might just see it on the cover of the final book in the series!

Monday, February 17, 2014

Special Love Scene for Aiden's Angels!

As my Valentine's Day gift to the Angels, I asked you all to come up with the setting/location for a love scene between Aiden and Lindsey. I loved your creativity on the comments of my Facebook post!

And now, as my special gift to you, the love scene is now posted on Goodreads along with the other deleted scenes from Between and special scenes I've written just for Aiden's Angels! :)

In case you're wondering, this scene would chronologically take place toward the beginning of Hell Transporter, the second book in the series, and it is some naughty sexy times for them both. Enjoy!

Lots of love from me to you!!

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Teaser from Book Four!

Broch of Gurness, Orkney, Scotland

I asked Aiden's Angels on Twitter and Facebook whether they would prefer a sexy, sweet, or mysterious teaser from Book Four, and they chose mysterious! I was surprised, actually (I thought sexy would win), but I guess the Angels are anxious to see where the fourth book is headed. So here you go!

Book Four Teaser

I dropped into the rocking chair and began to nurse. Amidst the baby's soft suckling noises, I found myself drifting in a space between sleep and wakefulness, someplace not quite here, but not quite there, either. It reminded me of our visit to the Broch of Gurness in Orkney.

The weather had been blustery, windy with clouds rolling past, but no actual rain. Mom, Dad, and Aiden were wandering through the ancient village, listening intently as our guide pointed out the small stone frames where thousands of years ago, the inhabitants had slept. They’d slept piled on top of one another to keep warm, most likely under animal skin blankets. A circle in the center of the room showed us where they’d kept their fire. As the rest of my family wandered the ruins to see where they’d kept the animals in this stone settlement dated back to before Christ, I stayed behind, running my fingers over the rough walls in awe. The air shimmered around me like a mist and I felt as though I were no longer alone. I turned, expecting to see Aiden or my mom, but instead, I saw a translucent flicker of flames in the cooking spot. I stared open-mouthed at the fire, not comprehending what was happening, when a movement to my right caught my attention.

“Cadhìa! Come to bed, love.” The deep voice from underneath the mass of furs in the corner echoed in the small room. The language was foreign to my ears and yet I understood it perfectly. All of a sudden, I became aware of the scents around me: the clinging smoke from the fire, the cool earth beneath my feet, the dampness of the air, and the sweat from the man huddled under the blanket. Where before, the room had been open to the sky, now I stood in a small, darkened room with a low ceiling. My feet moved of their own accord across the length of the room to the man curled into a ball under a pile of sheepskin. Love for him gathered inside me, building with purpose like a bird taking flight, though I couldn’t see anything but the back of his head. Above the bed, a symbol carved into the rock seemed to glow with the light of the fire. I ran my fingertips over it in reverence, this picture of the sun sinking into the sea. My sleeve fell away from my wrist as I touched the stone, and I saw the same symbol tattooed on the inside of my forearm. This simple drawing meant everything to me, but I didn’t know why.

At the sound of my mother’s laughter, I'd blinked and the vision had disappeared. Completely disoriented, I found myself standing in front of the bed’s outline, stroking the rock wall where I’d seen the symbol. It wasn’t there anymore. The rock was worn smooth. A sense of loss enveloped me before slipping away on the breeze, leaving me confused and mystified.

“There you are,” Aiden had said, appearing at my side.”I thought we’d lost ye.” When I didn’t immediately respond, he'd studied me with concern. “Are ye well?”

With one more glance at the stone walls that had turned cold under my fingertips, I'd nodded and followed him through the rest of the broch, my heart strangely full and empty all at the same time.


Be sure to follow me on Twitter and Facebook to catch any future teasers I post! :)

Sunday, January 12, 2014

When I Was a Wee Lass!

When I was in the eighth grade, I had a poem published in a literary book. My mom recently visited and brought me a copy of the book. Inside was another entry I'd submitted (a short story) which I actually like much more than the poem that was selected, so I thought I'd share it with you! To be fair, I have retyped it word for word, including typos (these were the days before spell check, after all!).


The black and white kitten entered the room and found a bright orange ball of yarn across the floor waiting for him. The kitten approached it slowly and cautiously and became less sure of himself with every step. He laid on his stomach, crouched down very low, waiting for the right moment. The ball, about one foot away from the kitten, stood still, waiting for the exact time the kitten would strike. The small feline edged closer to the ball of orange yarn and stared continuosly at it. Suddenly the ball moved away from the kitten and he leaped to the side. He was breathing very hard now and his heart beat rapidly. The kitten, once again, dared to move toward the orange ball with constant awareness of all about him. His ears were perked and his hair stood straight on end as a quiver ran down his spine.

The ball looked innocent, as if unaware of him, but he would not be fooled by an orange ball. He know that this yarn knew exactly when he would strike and so he decided he must trick it. He walked slowly around the ball as if to surround it. The orange ball of yarn looked at the kitten with beady eyes as if to say, "You'll never get me! I'm too good for you!" He knew this look, for he had seen it many times before, but he knew he must conquer this yarn, for he was the king.

He continued on around the object and hissed fiercely. Finally, he knew the right moment had come. He leaped high into the air with all his strength and landed with a crash on the small orange ball. Alas! A small string of yarn came bleeding out of the orange ball and he stood tall on the wounded yarn, for he knew he had won!

Then suddenly, the ball was lifted onto the forbidden shelf and he was alone again. So on the carpet he laid, and rested his eyes while he basked in his victory.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

New Fan Art of Aiden MacRae!

I love Aiden's Angels and how they use their gifts and talents to express their affection for Aiden MacRae. If you check the Aiden's Angels page of my site, you'll see the variety of art I've received from readers who love the crazy hot Scotsman like I do!

Today's fan art comes from Pau Castillo of the Philippines, who recently read Between and wrote an awesome review, saying how she flipped the last page and needed a good reason to move on with her life. LOL Gotta love that! :)

Pau creates fan art for characters she becomes attached to, though she says she's better at writing than drawing. Maybe she'll have to try her hand at writing a fanfic scene like these on the Aiden's Angels blog!

When I asked what it was about Aiden that inspired her, she said, "Aiden is, well, the kind of guy any girl would love to have and is rare to find nowadays. I love how he's such a gentleman to Lindsey and even honoring the sacredness of marriage before making love to her. It's the kind of chivalry that I personally rarely see nowadays."

I could not agree more. Aiden tries hard to do the right thing, to honor Lindsey, and to be virtuous, and that is one of the many things we all love about him!

Thanks, Pau, for your awesome fan art of Aiden MacRae, and to all of Aiden's Angels who work to spread the love of our courageous and smokin' hot Scot!

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Win a Paperback Copy of Persephone's Orchard!

The Greek gods never actually existed. Did they? Sophie Darrow finds she was wrong about that assumption when she's pulled into the spirit realm, complete with an Underworld, on her first day at college. Adrian, the mysterious young man who brought her there, simply wants her to taste a pomegranate. 

Soon, though she returns to her regular life, her mind begins exploding with dreams and memories of ancient times; of a love between two Greeks named Persephone and Hades. But lethal danger has always surrounded the immortals, and now that she's tainted with the Underworld's magic, that danger is drawing closer to Sophie.


My lovely writer friend, Molly Ringle, has crafted a delicious and entrancing tale in Persephone's Orchard and I am lucky enough to have a signed paperback copy to give away to one lucky winner! You want this, people!

Enter below, and best of luck!

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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

How Do I Love to Tease Thee? Let Me Count The Ways!

I want to give a heartfelt thanks to and to everyone who donated to the #VTtoRT campaign. We collected over $700 (including the generous match) toward's Vicki Trask's trip to the RT Convention in May! *sets off fireworks*

As a reward for your awesomeness, I posted on my FB page a couple teasers from the fourth and final book of the Between series. Just in case you missed them, here they are again!


The windows rattled with the force of the wind and rain outside. Moonlight streamed into the room, interrupted only by the flickering candles around his altar. He stepped forward, chanting an incantation in a tongue that had not survived the ages, the one he was born to speak.

Ceriida telus kvarial
Hubride shalaa miejr

His hand disappeared into the folds of his cloak briefly as he extracted a sgian dubh with a razor sharp edge. On the altar rested a small cauldron, already brimming with the blood of an innocent girl he’d slain that morning in preparation for the evening’s rites. She was a street urchin; she would not be missed. Light as a feather in his steely grip, she’d made a soft, gurgling sound as he’d sliced the blade across her neck, extracting the necessary ingredient for his birthing ceremony. He’d dropped her in the shadows beside a dumpster to be collected with the day’s trash. She’d served her purpose. He felt no remorse.

Reveloria onghamii plius
Desari sodam glarava

The storm kicked up outside as he drew nearer the cauldron. A quick flash of silver and his own essence was mingling with that of the urchin’s. Drip. Hiss. Drip. Hiss. His nostrils flared at the familiar scent of the now writhing pool of blood.

Decevus uighel hy yawe
Torag avear iuyovir da

A shimmering haze formed in the air above the cauldron. Voice rising with each phrase, he lifted both arms and called to the souls on the other side of the portal. He felt their response to his summons like a vise grip on his lungs. His body shook with the effort to keep the wavering portal alive. Hell itself pressed against the thin film, waiting to be set free, waiting for the portal to be thrown open at last, the goal he had so utterly failed at before, but now lay within his reach.


SPOILER ALERT: If you have not yet read Even In Darkness, you don't want to read this teaser, as it reveals a critical plot point from that book! 


“When I finished my ride, Ian met me out at the barn and said he and Sarah have a surprise for us. We’re to come to the house as soon as you’re ready. Shall we be off to see what it is?” The dimple in his smile chased away my dark thoughts and I took a deep breath. Well, as deep a breath as I could manage with limited lung space.

“A surprise, huh? Don’t you think they’ve done enough for us already?” I gestured to the nursery with one hand.

“That they have. But love knows no bounds. Not theirs for us. And not mine for you.”

His lips came down over mine, soft and seeking. I opened for him and tasted him, got lost in him for a moment. When we pulled apart, his blue eyes had darkened and gone fuzzy around the edges. “Perhaps they can wait just a moment longer…” He reached down and picked me up, making me squawk in surprise. He grinned at me, obviously proud of his ability to still carry me in his arms. A chuckle bubbled up from deep within me. Damn, I was so lost to this man.

“You know, they say that sex can bring on labor,” I said with a teasing tone.

“What?” he said, his jaw dropping open so dramatically that I couldn’t help but laugh harder. “Truly?” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“Stop it. You’re going to make me pee.”

With a flourish, he set me back on my feet and gave me a raucous wink. “Fine, pee. And then we’re going to see if what they say is true. I reckon we’ve waited long enough to meet this bairn.” With a smack on my bottom, he chased me down the hall to our tiny bathroom and waited for me, then led me into the bedroom where he proved just how creative he could be in getting his way.