FREE, FREE, FREE – Always a Bride

Beginning Saturday, January 4, 2014 and continuing through January, 8, 2014 you can get a free copy of my story Always a Bride Click the picture below to link you to Amazon to get your free copy. Enjoy.

Always a Bride

Jillian Chantal and The Gambler’s Daughter

Today my friend Jillian Chantal is visiting and talking about her latest release, The Gambler’s Daughter.   

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Thanks to Darlene for inviting me back yet again over to hang out at your blog and chat about my newest release, The Gambler’s Daughter. It’s the third book in a trilogy involving the same family and their voyages on the Queen Mary ocean liner. All three stories are stand alone books and there’s no need to have read them other ones to enjoy this one. They all have mystery and murder and romance- three of my favorite kinds of stories in one.

I’m fascinated by ghost stories and this book has spirits galore in it and they even take part in solving some of the mysteries going on during the voyage. The heroine has the ability to see dead people (and no, it’s not another Bruce Willis movie) and she uses that gift in trying to solve the crimes onboard the Queen Mary on its last ocean voyage before becoming a floating hotel in Long Beach, California.

Book trailer:

 buy link: http://www.desertbreezepublishing.com/the-gamblers-inheritance-book-three-the-gamblers-daughter-epub/

Contact Jillian: http://www.Jillianchantal.com

Twitter @JillianChantal

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jillian.chantal

 

Blurb:

Bernadette McSwain’s family has a strong connection to the Queen Mary ocean liner. They’re invited to sail on the Queen’s final voyage to her new home in Long Beach, California in 1967. Bernadette and her cousin, Michel are writing a book on the spirits who haunt the mighty ship. Bernadette’s psychic abilities help in their research. They meet a young Spanish grandee, Lazarus Garcia, who’s on the ship as a chef to learn to run his own first class restaurant. He’s surrounded by anguished spirits whom Bernadette can see. When passengers start to die in violent ways, Bernadette suspects Lazarus of the crimes. This suspicion causes a rift between the cousins as Michel has befriended the Spaniard. As the voyage continues and Lazarus tries to charm her, Bernadette must make a decision about him or face losing her cousin, both literally and figuratively.

Excerpt:

Bernadette stomped down the corridor with Michel hot on her heels. “Wait up, Detta. He’s just some hired hand. Don’t let him ruin our walk around the ship. We need to cover some more ground for you to get a feel for the energy of the place. It’s a big ship and soon there’ll be a lot of people onboard. We’re lucky they let us on early and have given us free rein.”

She kept walking, faster and faster.

Michel grabbed her upper arm. “Stop. Stop and tell me what the heck is wrong with you. You’re walking so fast, it’s like some demon is on your tail.”

She turned toward him. “That man is evil. He’s surrounded by spirits. All kinds of spirits. I’ve never seen anything like it. They’re all trying to get his attention and he’s oblivious. It terrifies me.”

“Come over here and sit down a minute. Your face is red and you look like you’re going to explode.” Michel pointed toward the alcove near the elevators.

She followed him over to the sofa and chairs. They sat on a green velvet sofa, side by side. Michel took her by the hand. “Tell me exactly what you saw.”

“When I first opened the door, I didn’t see anything except the man’s head, but once he stood all the way up, I could see wisps floating around him. It was almost like a fog. Then it seemed to lift and filter out into separate shapes. None of them tried to communicate with me, but they were clearly trying to communicate with him.”

“What did they look like?”

“It’s hard to describe. They were very nebulous and unformed. They looked like they were in anguish and all I could focus on was their faces. It was all I could do to talk to the insufferable, arrogant–”

“It’s all right. Chances are, you won’t run into him again. He’s a kitchen worker and you’re a first class passenger. It’ll be rare that you’re even in the same area of the ship.”

“Good. I don’t want to see him again.” She reached out and grabbed Michel’s hand. She squeezed it. “It made my heart ache to see all those spirits. Do you think he could’ve killed those people?”

“I have no idea.” Michel reared back. “I just met the man and only spoke a couple of words to him. I can’t make any judgment about him based on that.”

“I sure can.” She let go of Michel’s hand and stood. “Come on, then, we have a vessel to inspect.”

 

 

I’ve Been Tagged. Watch out are you next????

So my friend Jillian Chantal tagged me in a post.  I guess we want people to look because that’s the game.  You find the word look in your work in progress (WIP) and you post an excerpt around it.  So here’s my bit from the story with the working title of Wedding at the Castle

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“I hope not.  That wouldna be a good thing.  You look tired lassie let’s get you to the castle.”

“It’s a real castle?” the history professor in Joan was intrigued.

When you’ve had a chance to rest and can appreciate it, I’ll tell you the whole story.”

“I’ll take you up on that.” Joan yawned.

“Come on now.  Give me that bag and let’s go.”

Joan handed him her carryon bag and finally took a moment to look at the man she’d been talking to and gasped.  “I am such an idiot.”

“And why is that lass?”

“I just realized who you are.”  Joan did a quick inventory of her appearance. She was grateful that the outfit she had chosen to wear was not only comfortable, it looked good.  The    suit was tailored to flatter her figure.  She’d chosen the green silk shirt under the gray jacket because it brought out the deep green of her eyes.  She knew she was going to meet the teen idols of her youth, the Strange Bedfellows, but she never dreamed their lead guitar player, Rory Munro would be picking her up from the airport.  She’d have found a bathroom to freshen up a bit; at the very least, she’d have eaten a mint.

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Next rule tag five more writers.

So Friends: here we go;

Liberty Blake

Sandy Tilley

Daisy Harris

Ceri Hebert

Dani-Lyn Alexander

Have fun Y’all

 

 

Jillian Chantal, Bushwackers and Surf Break

Many, many thanks to Darlene for inviting me over today to talk about Surf Break, my story based on Pensacola Beach, a place we both love. I decided to share a favorite cocktail that Pensacola is famous for (now, gramatically, I should say, “for which Pensacola is famous”, but dang, that sounds formal, doesn’t it?) Anyhow, you didn’t come  here for an English lesson, did you? Heck no, bring on the drink recipe, Jillian, you evil soul, you.

Okay, okay – here’s the recipe- This is the standard recipe for a Bushwacker but I kind of like adding some Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum (doesn’t hurt that the Captain in the commercials is a hottie) and maybe a banana (for the nutritional value,of course).

Ingredients:

2 0z Coffee Liqueur

1 oz dark rum

1 oz Creme de Cacao

4 ozs half and half

4 oz coconut cream

Vanilla ice cream (3-6 ozs depending on how strong you want it)

Pour all into a blender. Add two cups of ice and blend til mixed. Serve in tall glass.

And there you go, a Bushwacker. Watch out, they sneak up on you since you think you’re drinking a milkshake.

My hero in this story, Pete, is a cop who tells the heroine he’s going to work security at a Bushwacker Festival being held at club on the beach. I couldn’t very well write a Pensacola Beach story without a Bushwacker, could I? After all, I could be hauled out of town on a stick for that.

I hope you enjoy your Bushwacker and maybe curl up with my lil ole story while you drink it.

Blurb: Her past life as a professional surfer comes back to the fore when Juliette Mackey spends her summer break surfing the Gulf of Mexico. She left the pro-circuit when her former husband broke her heart. Returning to her beach roots, she signs on to work part time at a local burger joint to have the funds to rent a cottage on the shore. While working there, she meets a local cop named Pete Schwartz who is determined to let the world know about her surfing skills and force the younger crowd to acknowledge her gifts.

Attracted to Pete but wary of risking her heart again, Juliette resists Pete’s advances and wants no part of his plans to have her display her surf skills. It’s a battle of wills that Pete is determined to win. More importantly, he’s on a mission to break the wall Juliette has built around her heart.

Book Trailer:


Buy link

http://store.sweetcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=products_all&filter_author=124&zenid=dc24ad1c4b89d2f8bf6f88f485966b83

NEW RELEASE – Season of the Witch by Jillian Chantal

My favorite romance author Jillian Chantal has a new release out, Season Of The Witch you are so going to want to check out this story.  Here’s the fabulous cover.

And an excerpt:

He turned to her and she had to force herself from gasping at his beauty. He was most certainly not old. He looked at her with eyes the color of a glacier. She was immediately transported in her mind to Glacier Bay inAlaska, where she’d seen the calving of the ice into the ocean. His eyes pierced her soul. They seemed to see into the depths of her mind.

“Are you all right?” He peered at her. He spoke with what sounded like a Russian accent.

She shook her head as if to clear it. “I’m fine. Sorry, I was just gazing into my crystal ball. I’m still in a sort of trance. She hoped the lie wasn’t obvious.

“So, you are a seer then?”

“Do you need some help?”

He walked toward her. “I do. Have you heard about the recent cat killings?”

Again, she had to stop herself from gasping. This was exactly what she was trying to investigate on her own. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I have heard of these horrible ritualistic killings. In fact, when you came in, I was looking into my ball to see if I could see anything at all related to who may be behind it.”

He stepped closer until he was in her personal space. “What did you find?”

She took a step back, flustered by his masculinity and something that seemed vaguely feline. She tossed her head for clarity. “Nothing. I got nothing.”

“Hell. I need to get a lead on this. I was hoping you could help me.”

“I wish I could. I’m also trying to figure out who’s behind it. If it’s one person or an organization.”

“Why? Why are you involved?” He looked around the shop, “Do you think it’s witchcraft?”

“Uh-uh. Not necessarily. Just because my shop is called The Season of the Witch and I sell herbs and New Age items, doesn’t make me think everything is related to witchcraft.” She went behind the counter to get more distance from the man who was decidedly too disturbing to her senses. “And besides, wouldn’t it be a cliché for ritualistic killings of cats to be related to satanic worship?”

“No. I mean, why do you care? Why are you investigating?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” She leaned on the wooden top of the counter.

“I asked you first.” He winked and leaned in from his side of the counter until his nose was almost touching hers.

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WOW Don’t you want to read more?  I do.  This fabulous story is available at

http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/

Visit Jillian at her blog  http://www.jillianchantal.com

 

Jillian Chantal shares: Sebastian’s Salvation

Thanks for having me here today, Darlene. I appreciate the invitation to chat a bit about my new release, Sebastian’s Salvation.  It’s a contemporary romantic suspense. The hero is a former Green Beret who was injured on a mission in Afghanistan and while in rehab, he learned he had a gift for painting.  He’s now a celebrated artist who paints nude portraits. He meets the heroine at his one man show in London where she’s not very friendly to him. Once she sees his work in detail, she’s determined to have him paint her. He sees her as a snobby aristocrat and since she rebuffed him at the art show, he’s reluctant to deal with her. The excerpt here is the scene where he refuses to paint her portrait.

One of the things I do when I begin a new story is to make a soundtrack of songs that I feel will go with the story. Since I write without an outline and no real advance plotting, sometimes I have songs on the soundtrack that don’t initially make sense but later on, I realize why my subconscious chose a particular song. I play the soundtrack in my car, in my office and pretty much anywhere I can immerse myself in the music. This helps my focus and I believe it helps in the deep recesses of my mind with the plotting. Even though I’m a pantser, I find that my subconscious always knew where the story was going. The brain is a mighty powerful thing!

One song that I used on Sebastian’s soundtrack was by The Pet Shop Boys. West End Girls fit the story somewhat as the heroine is a west end of London girl, an earl’s daughter. The hero is not a London east end boy; rather, he’s a New York City east end boy which is totally different but the song worked for me and helped me in the writing of their characters.

Thanks again for having me here, Darlene. It’s been super fun.

Visit me on the web here: http://jillianchantal.com/news/

twitter: https://twitter.com/JillianChantal

Book trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvzMd4ttvmU

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/sebastians-salvation

Blurb:

Three lives intertwine—a former Green Beret, now a painter of nude portraits tormented by the death of his comrade, an earl’s daughter, and a crazed stalker. Will the acts of the stalker force the soldier back into the life of violence which he sought to avoid?

Sebastian Hughes, wounded on a mission in Afghanistan, discovers a talent for painting nude portraits while in a rehabilitation center learning to walk again after losing part of his leg. He becomes the toast of London society and women clamor to be painted by him.

Lady Joanna Gresham, nursing a broken heart and used to getting what she wants, sets her sights on having her portrait painted by Sebastian. Once she meets him, she wants him for herself. She pursues him, intent on winning him. What she didn’t count on was a stalker who wants to harm everyone Sebastian holds dear.

Excerpt:

Joanna Gresham passed Margaret in the hallway of Bast’s building. Margaret carried a saddle under her arm.

Margaret stopped her and hitched the saddle to a more comfortable position. “You one of the many?”

“Many what?”

“Clients of Bast’s?”

Joanna shook her head. “No. But I’m thinking about it. I was at his show last night and am very impressed.”

“With the man or the artist?” The woman smiled coyly

“The artist of course.” Joanna stood tall and looked down her nose at the impertinent woman. The nerve to ask me such a thing. As if I’d be interested in a hoodlum.

“Don’t have to get huffy, Lady Joanna. All the women in town are swooning over the man. Some are even commissioning portraits just to tempt him with their bodies. No harm meant.”

Joanna ran her hands through her hair. “Sorry. Just moody, I guess.”

“No problem. Enjoy your session.”

“I don’t have a session. I’m just going to talk.”

“Good luck then. I think you’ll like Bast. I gotta go. Late for a practice run.”

“Good luck with practice. Ta, Margaret.” Joanna waved good-bye and approached the door to Bast’s atelier. Why am I so nervous? He’s just a man I want to hire. Why should I feel so skittish?

Joanna knocked lightly on the door.

The door burst open, and the man asked, “What did you for—”

He stopped short. “Uh. Sorry, I thought you were Margaret, come back for something she forgot. She always leaves something behind.”

“Is that why you were already at the door?”

He smiled. “Yeah. I give her about three minutes after she leaves to come dashing back. I thought I timed it right.” His smile got larger.

Why does his smile have to be so spectacular? He’s gorgeous even with that scar across his face. “Sorry, it’s just me. I’m not sure if you remember—”

“Of course, I do. You’re the lady in the alley, the one that needed no help with her aching feet. Come on in.” He opened the door wider to allow her access to the loft.

Once they were inside, he showed her over to a client chair. He took a seat behind the desk, leaned across the top, and asked, “What can I do for you?”

She put one hand on the desktop and scraped her nail across the surface. “I was at your show last night—”

“Yeah, I know. I saw you, remember?”

“I recall.” She frowned. Was the man determined to make her feel stupid?

“Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Go on.” Bast nodded his encouragement.

“I was thinking I might want a portrait of myself. Your work is impressive. Very tasteful. I know it seems like I’m just jumping on a trend, but I really am in awe of your abilities.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I appreciate it. I’m a little full right now. The show last night garnered me a lot of commissions, and I’m afraid I don’t have time to add one more person to my schedule. I’ll be glad to put you on the waiting list.” He pulled a pad out of his top drawer.

She stood, and the chair teetered and fell back against the wall. “I know what you’re doing. You jerk.”

He leaned back in his chair and looked at her. His face showed no emotion. “What’s your problem, Lady?”

Lady? You say it that way because you know who I am? You think you can be a sarcastic bastard to me?”

“Ma’am, you came in here, didn’t introduce yourself to me, and now you’re offended? I can’t figure that out. All I said was I have to put you on my waiting list. How you think that’s something offensive, I don’t know.” He sat forward in the chair.

She glared. “I’m Lady Joanna Gresham. I don’t do waiting lists.”

He stood up and walked around the desk to her. He got in her face and said, “I don’t do snobby Ladies. So, I suggest you get out of my studio.”

Joanna pushed his chest. “I just bet you don’t do ladies.” She looked around and took in the whole room and nodded toward the fainting couch under the window. “I bet you do the ladies right over there.”

Enraged, he grabbed her arms and shoved her against the wall. He pressed against her. “If I wanted to do a lady, I’d do her right here against this wall.” He lifted her off her feet as if she was no larger than a toy doll and pulled her over to the other client chair. He sat in it and pulled her on top of himself. “Or here in this chair.”

She jerked off his lap and stumbled backward. “How dare you touch me, you arrogant—”

“What? Black bastard? Is that what you want to call me, your white holiness? Lady Joanna Gresham that doesn’t do waiting lists? Huh? Huh? That what you want to say?” He stood up.

She continued to back up. “You’re crazy. You know that? You’re insane.”

He stalked toward her. “And you’re all alone here with me. A crazy, scar-faced, big black man who isn’t intimidated by a title. Now, what are you gonna do?”

“I’m leaving.” She flounced toward the door.

Just as she got to the door and opened it, he slammed his hand on it and shut it. His body leaned against hers. He pressed against her and whispered, “I bet you always leave. When the going gets tough and you don’t get your way, you leave. Right?”

He let go of the door and stepped back. “Thank you for coming by, ma’am. I’ll be sure to not add you to the waiting list.”

She jerked the door open and left.

Tag You’re It

I’ve been tagged by the  amazing Jillian Chantal She had her character from her upcoming release, Redemption for the Devil, coming out in July from Desert Breeze Publishing answer these questions so I’ve asked Phillip Caminitti, the hero from my current WIP  to answer the same questions.

1. Do you think you’re hot? 

I’m not Nascar’s most eligible bachelor for nothing.  I have been referred to not just as hot but smoking hot.  So I’ll leave it to you what do you think?

2. Upload a picture you are using at the moment:

  The Nascar Hall of Fame.  I’m going to take Alicia to the Hall of Fame as part of our date.  It’s one of those Bid for Bachelor things.  I normally wouldn’t do it but it’s to raise money for breast cancer research so what’a guy to do.  I figured I’d be the perfect guy to take this chick to the Hall of Fame since it’s only a matter of time until I’m inducted. 

3.  When was the  last time you ate chicken meat?  We had the best hot wings at McGinty’s just the other night.  I almost blew it with Alicia that night but I think I made up.  Flowers go a long way.  I’ve messed up with women before so I have several florists always on standby.  Alicia was a trooper she ate some pretty hot wings.

4.  The songs you listened to latelyPorn Star Dancing  by My Darkest Days and So Much Cuter by Nickelback

5. What were you thinking as you were doing this?  Isn’t it obvious?  Racing and women. 

6. Do you have a nickname?  Not any that I’ll share here.  Some of the women I spend time with have, shall we say, pet names for me but I understand that this is a PG kind of blog so I’ll keep those to myself. 

I’m tagging the following people:

Daisy Harris, Tara Tew, Michele Zurlo  Cynthia Eden and Karyn Bosnak

Check them out.  Let’s see who has Google Alerts on and see that they’ve been tagged.  Should be fun.

 

Hanging with Mr. Cooper

It’s a long weekend.  I have the day off tomorrow.  My son has gone camping so I am home alone.  I come home and flip through the channels first I find an NCIS marathon.  I love Gibbs and DiNozzo but I keep looking and what do I find on the HBO and Cinemax Channels?  Not one, not two but three movies with none other than Bradley Cooper.  Ohhhh My life doesn’t get much  better than this.  At the moment I’m watching, He’s Just Not That In To You.  Yes Bradley is smoking hot but let’s face it, he’s not the nicest guy

    Look at him if he talked to you in the grocery store wouldn’t you be tempted?

Valentine’s Day I would have loved to have seen

much more of him in this movie

but I’ll take Bradley where I can get him

Last but not least Yes Man

I am not a huge Jim Carrey fan but like I said I’ll take Bradley Cooper where I can get him and even when he’s playing a character I just don’t like (see He’s Just not That Into You) 

 

So the plan for the evening is watching Bradley Cooper romance writing and maybe a glass of wine.  Life is good when you’re hanging with Mr. Cooper

 

Check out this Trailer

Here’s a trailer for an upcoming book by my friend Jillian Chantal.   Check it out:

Ohhhhhh Daniel

So I’m having this conversation with friends about the trend toward Cowboy books in romance writing.  One writer we know actually writes “Cowboy Kink”.  I wasn’t getting.  I mean I went through my “Urban Cowboy” phase.   I have asked more than one guy “Are you a “REAL” Cowboy”     I wanted to dance to “Can I Have This Dance” at my wedding .   But that phase passed just as it did for the rest of the world I thought.

Then I start writing and I am looking at these sites that sell romance novels and the phase is apparently back.  So this was my state of mind when I go see the Deathly Hollows.  I am watching the previews when who should appear on the screen in full glorious color, Daniel Craig in Cowboys and Aliens.   Let me tell you I do not “Squeee”  I did however squeal in delight, much to my sixteen year old son’s chagrin.  So we have Daniel and Harrison Ford in Western wear.  Ohhhh My.   So Daniel as Cowboy and /or Alien, I get the cowboy craze.  Okay so he is dirty but would you really mind.  It also gives one the opportunity to think of him bathing…..ohhhh my.  

So watch out for Cowboys and Aliens not in the theaters until next July but something to look forward to then.

And just to wrap they day up let’s throw in a shirtless pic.  Found one I haven’t posted yet.  Enjoy.

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