Showing posts with label the Challenge series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the Challenge series. Show all posts

Monday, June 17, 2013

What’s on your bucket list?


By Starla Kaye
We hear all the time about people’s bucket lists. I hadn’t even really thought about making one because I just want to do everything. Okay, maybe not quite everything, but a lot of things. But my niece who is 16 talks all the time about her bucket list. So I decided maybe I should come up with something, too.

Currently my list includes visiting a dude ranch, parasailing, possibly hang gliding, going to as many other countries as I can, zip lining, and attending the big balloon festival in Albuquerque. In truth, my list could go on and on. You’d think from some of the more physical items that I was some kind of adrenaline junkie, but I’m not really. I am curious about things, sometimes a bit too daring (at least according to my daughter and husband).

I have managed to check off one item that would have been on my bucket list: hot air ballooning. Earlier this month I had the opportunity to ride in a balloon over the Napa Valley. I LOVED it! And, yes, I’m shouting about it. It was everything I thought it would be and more.


Oddly, as soon as we went up and I first looked down, the first thing that came to my mind was that I was actually living the eye test I have every year. Do you remember that one? Where they try to adjust how you see this balloon hovering over some fields? I swear that view was Napa Valley.

So…what’s on your bucket list? Anything wildly exciting?

Oh, my writing list would include writing another couple of dozen books for Decadent Publishing. I just had a new story, Acceptance, come out with The Edge Series. And I’m working on three other stories: one is a sequel to The CEO and the Cowboy, one is another 1Night Stand story, and one is for the Challenge Series.


Tuesday, April 23, 2013

My Experiences in the County

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By Jessica Subject

Hello everyone!
My recent release, Accidental Romance takes place on a dairy farm. While I don’t live in a big city, I no longer live in the country. And my experiences with country living are very limited. Here are some of my experiences with country living:
·        The first time I visited a dairy farm, I was a co-op student in a grade two French-immersion class. We were in the milking parlor when my head started to spin, and my ears rang. I knew I was going to pass out, and searched for the exit with blurry vision. I did pass out, against the milk tank. And that trip was cut short for me.
·        My husband and I rented a farmhouse out in the country for three years. One Sunday morning (I was pregnant at the time), I looked out the front window and saw cows on our front lawn. Then they decided to traipse through the field at the side of our house. The farmer who owned the cows called up one of his friends, who rounded them up on his horse. It was our own little rodeo.
·        Friends of ours have a beef cattle farm. We were over there helping them to bail hay, and get it up into the mow. While we were waiting for the next wagon to come in, I decided to go and see the cows. Well, I got a little too close to the electric fence, and got a nice shock.
·        Once again when I was pregnant, I looked out the window and saw a male pheasant on the road. Now, I’d never seen one of these birds in my life, and decided to get closer. Imagine, a very pregnant woman waddling after a bird that runs like the roadrunner.
·        My first deer/driving encounter happened when we lived in the country, too. I’d seen several deer before, but never while I was driving. It was Christmas Eve. My oldest was only a couple months old, and we were returning from my parent’s house. My hubby was driving his truck behind me. The one thing he taught me was to never swerve if you encounter a deer, because you could end up in a worse accident. Well, when I turned onto our road, a deer came running up beside me. I had to repeat his instruction over and over in my head. I released the gas, but the deer kept pace with me. My heart was pounding, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to hit the deer, but I wasn’t going to end up in the snow-covered ditches, either. Thankfully, my husband had seen the deer, too, and backed off. I gently applied the brakes, and that’s when the deer dashed out in front of me, racing to the other side of the road. I didn’t hit it, thank goodness, and I’m always extra cautious when driving in the country.
So, those are some of my experiences with country living? Do you have any stories of your own?

Accidental Romance Blurb:
At twenty-two, Leanne Declan has graduated from college and hopes to take over the family farm until a tragic accident changes her life forever. Unable to do the simplest everyday chores, she must depend on her family and friends as she learns to face life’s challenges. But when her fears threaten to destroy her future, can an unexpected love be strong enough to help her dreams come true?
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Excerpt:
A million needles pierced her wrist. She had to get away from the fire. Leanne flicked open her eyes, screaming, longing for the agony to stop.
White walls surrounded her. Machines beeped. Taking in the new scenery, she closed her mouth, the pain forgotten. Bags filled with clear liquids as well as blood hung from a metal pole. She followed the tubes from the bags into her left hand. Was that where the burn came from? She glanced at the other arm, the end of which was wrapped in thick bandages. The image of spinning blades and her mangled flesh flashed before her eyes. She screamed again, tears falling down her cheeks. This can’t be happening.
Bodies rushed into the room, many in scrubs. With her vision blurred, she didn’t recognize anyone. All strangers. She was in the foreign place by herself. A nightmare. Has to be.
“Shh, calm down, sweetie. You’ll be okay.”
A familiar voice. She glanced to her other side to see her mom standing beside her, her eyes glassy. She held her hand, but Leanne couldn’t feel it, only the throbbing which had returned to her other one, the one that was…gone? She groaned, turning on her side, and pulled her knees up to her chest.
“Mom, is it really…?”
She brushed her fingers over her forehead. “Don’t worry about it right now. You need to rest.”
“It hurts so bad.”
“I know.” Her mother stroked her face again. “But the nurses will help it go away.”
“Leanne,” one of the nurses hovering around her said. “I want you to take deep breaths and count backward from ten.”
“Ten.” She sucked in air and cried out in agony.
Between clenched teeth, she continued. Anything to stop the pain. “Nine.”
Ice traveled through her veins. “Eight.”
The throbbing slowly ebbed away. Seven.
Darkness swept over her and pulled her down with it.

Bio:
Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. 
When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. 

You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

April Fools and Sunny Beaches

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By Stephanie Beck
The ultimate joke in Minnesota is often a little thing called ‘spring’. So far since spring has arrived, we’ve had about 8 inches of snow, a day of below zero wind chill and the kind of crap associated with December. Deeeelightful.

Its lovely jokes such as these that make escaping into a book not only a lovely time, but a sanity saver. I can’t get in a jet and go to Greece, and I’m betting most readers can’t either (that pesky work/children/mortgage thing), but I can pick up a book that is set in Greece (or wherever is warm).

Good food, the sounds of waves on the beach, short skirts, tanned skin....I want it. A lot. Since I cannot have it and I cannot give it to you outright, I offer—Home to Hellas, the latest in Decadent Publishing’s Challenge Series. Jenn reunites with her summer lover and friend, Dorian, but this time, things are different. The waves are the same, the food is just as good, but Jenn isn’t the same person. I hope you’ll get to know Jenn and enjoy some Greek sun!

Home to Hellas
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Jenn’s love of basketball and travel lead her to Greece, but only one man could keep her coming back. After sharing sexy summers with distinguished businessman Dorian Logos, Jenn returns for a seventh with more emotional baggage than she’d like, but her feelings for Dorian push her out of her comfort zone.

Dorian has loved Jenn for years, the young American delivering spice and sweetness during their weeks together. When she arrives in Hellas, limping from an injury, he quickly sees more than her knee is hurting. He wants his love to be enough to heal all ails, but it’s hard to show his love to a woman who can’t tolerate his touch. If he can help Jenn get well, he might be able to make their usual summer last and bring her home to Hellas forever.

Where would you like to go to beat the spring doldrums? I’m really feeling Greece, but I could handle Hawaii. I have a free ebook of Home to Hellas for one of today’s visitors—so be sure to leave your name and email in your comment!

All the best,
Stephanie Beck

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Milkers and Augers, and…Huh?



By Jessica E. Subject

Hey everyone! I’m coming to you live on release day, where I have not one, but TWO books releasing today. Okay, so maybe I’m not live, since that wouldn’t be a good idea. I’m wearing sweat, with no makeup, and my hair a mess. I’ve just got my kids off to school, and my mind is racing with all of the things I need to get done today.
BUT, I’m stopping by to talk about one of my new releases, Accidental Romance. Now, when Valerie and Kate first asked me to write for The Challenge line, I was so excited. Most of the stories I’ve written so far deal with characters facing challenging lives. Yet, it took me forever to come up with a plot. Way too long. When Leanne finally popped into my head, I was jumping for joy. I had to tell her story.
The only problem was, she lived on a dairy farm. I live in the city. Not a big city, but my experience with farming is driving by fields and pointing out the tractors and combines in the fields. Though I do know the difference between a John Deere, a Case IH, and a Ford. Green, Red, and Blue. The only time I’ve ever been for a tour of a dairy farm, I passed out against the milk tank. (I was a teen and experiencing undiagnosed fainting spells.) Even when we lived in the country for a couple of years, across the road from a dairy farm, I never went over. Though some of the cows did escape one day and came to our house for a visit.
So, the whole “write what you know” advice didn’t apply here. I had to do some research. Lucky for me, my husband used to work for two dairy farmers as a teen. While I still did research online, learning more about augers and milking equipment, there were some things he had to explain to me. I kept the farm in the story small (what he had experience with), often referred to the diagrams he drew for me, and listened to his stories about working on the farm. We’re also friends with people who grew up on a dairy farm. So, I tried to put a little of all of that into this story.
And now, while there is no way I could milk a cow, I at least know the process. Oh, and I learned one should always turn the tractor off before trying to unclog a grain auger.

Accidental Romance Blurb:
At twenty-two, Leanne Declan has graduated from college and hopes to take over the family farm until a tragic accident changes her life forever. Unable to do the simplest everyday chores, she must depend on her family and friends as she learns to face life’s challenges. But when her fears threaten to destroy her future, can an unexpected love be strong enough to help her dreams come true?

Now available from Decadent Publishing and other ebook retailers.
Excerpt:
A million needles pierced her wrist. She had to get away from the fire. Leanne flicked open her eyes, screaming, longing for the agony to stop.
White walls surrounded her. Machines beeped. Taking in the new scenery, she closed her mouth, the pain forgotten. Bags filled with clear liquids as well as blood hung from a metal pole. She followed the tubes from the bags into her left hand. Was that where the burn came from? She glanced at the other arm, the end of which was wrapped in thick bandages. The image of spinning blades and her mangled flesh flashed before her eyes. She screamed again, tears falling down her cheeks. This can’t be happening.
Bodies rushed into the room, many in scrubs. With her vision blurred, she didn’t recognize anyone. All strangers. She was in the foreign place by herself. A nightmare. Has to be.
“Shh, calm down, sweetie. You’ll be okay.”
A familiar voice. She glanced to her other side to see her mom standing beside her, her eyes glassy. She held her hand, but Leanne couldn’t feel it, only the throbbing which had returned to her other one, the one that was…gone? She groaned, turning on her side, and pulled her knees up to her chest.
“Mom, is it really…?”
She brushed her fingers over her forehead. “Don’t worry about it right now. You need to rest.”
“It hurts so bad.”
“I know.” Her mother stroked her face again. “But the nurses will help it go away.”
“Leanne,” one of the nurses hovering around her said. “I want you to take deep breaths and count backward from ten.”
“Ten.” She sucked in air and cried out in agony.
Between clenched teeth, she continued. Anything to stop the pain. “Nine.”
Ice traveled through her veins. “Eight.”
The throbbing slowly ebbed away. Seven.
Darkness swept over her and pulled her down with it.

Bio:
Jessica Subject started writing to encourage her daughter to read. Now she writes to keep herself grounded. Although she reads many genres, she enjoys writing Science Fiction Romance the most and believes everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after. She lives Southwestern Ontario, Canada with her husband and two kids and loves to hear from her readers.

Giveaway!!
Leave a comment telling me whether you prefer the city or the country for your chance to WIN an ebook copy of one of my backlist titles. Winner will be notified by email January 19, 2013. Good luck!

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot is here!

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Joe Cooper is a hero and active duty Marine sent to Mike’s Place to complete his recovery from injuries sustained during a firefight. His one-in-a-million injury includes a bullet to the back that cracked a bone in his spine, but left the nerves intact. His right leg was shattered in two places. Extensive reconstructive surgery and weeks trapped in a wheelchair haven’t dampened this wounded warrior’s pride or his devotion to duty—but they have left him needing to be needed because he is not an idle man, his waiting is very soon rewarded when recently widowed mom Melody Carter moves in next door.  Today, I wanted to share with you five reasons I love to write military heroes like Joe and all the Marines in my Always a Marine series.

They’re Heroes – This is the most obvious reason, but the men and women who serve in our armed forces choose to serve, sacrificing blood, sweat, tears for our country and knowing they could, at any time, give up their lives in our defense.  It’s not hard for these Marines to earn my respect, my sympathy, my empathy, and my desire to see them receive the happily ever after so many richly deserve.

They’re Human – In addition to recognizing their heroic service, it’s vital to remember that those who serve are human. They have flaws, fears, needs, and that makes them all the more real to me. I’ve known many people who served our country in peacetime and in war, I adore them all.

They Commit – Marines sign contracts for terms anywhere from four to eight years. Many recommit when they’re contracts are up. They are the first ones in to regions of conflict and some of the last ones out. They go through intensive training to become Marines and once they are, they always are. I’ve met Marines in their 70s who are as absolute in their commitments and dedication as they were when they were on active duty. They don’t give up and they know how to get the job done.

Reliable in a Crisis – Marines undergo rigorous training to handle dangerous situations, that same training is designed to help them keep their heads when the shooting starts. They contain their fear and act, not react. They improvise and they get the job done. These are the men and women you want at your back in war and at home.

Courage – The definition of courage is mental or moral strength to venture, persevere, and withstand danger, fear or difficulty. These are men and women who run toward danger and bodily put themselves in harm’s way to defend everyone else. What’s not to love?

In Whiskey Tango Foxtrot we meet Captain Joe Anderson, a man who put himself in harm’s way and is working on his recovery. His need to help the widow of an abusive Marine becomes more than a mission—and this was a painful story for me to right, one that made me deeply sad and yet gave me such hope as they two souls struggle to overcome, connect and find love in the process.


Blurb:

Have you ever woken up every day afraid of everything?
For single mom and widow Melody Carter, six months passed since an IED ripped her life apart. Everyone is sympathetic and offers platitudes of comfort and support. Everyone thinks they know why she's grieving but Melody isn't mourning her broken heart. She's ashamed to be grateful her abusive husband won't hurt her anymore and scared for her child. Born with a mild heart defect, her daughter needs lifesaving surgery and with her funds tight and her emotional scars tighter, she’s running out of options. When she receives an offer for assistance from Mike's Place, can Melody put her faith in the men her husband called friend?

Have you ever woken up, day after day, to discover your body's betrayal?
Marine Captain, Joe Anderson Cooper, received the Silver Star for Valor when he led his unit through heavy fire to rescue fellow Marines. Despite numerous injuries, the Captain refused medical aid, insisting that the medics attend others. A broken back and shattered bones put Captain Cooper in a wheelchair and every day is a battle to keep his recovery on track and his sanity intact. When a single mom moves in to the apartment next door to his and he recognizes a kindred—damaged—soul, can he overcome her fear and be the man she's always needed?

 Can these two lonely souls rise to the challenge or will their scars trap them forever?


Excerpt:
   Letting herself out of the apartment, she locked up and turned to find her neighbor locking his door. He caught sight of her and smiled. “Good morning.” His deep baritone hummed over her senses. She appreciated the low voiced greeting.
   “Good morning.” She wanted to say something more, but her brain locked up around the words. He eased his wheelchair back until nearly off the sidewalk and motioned for her to precede him. Biting her lip, she found another smile for him. “Thank you.” Her heartbeat accelerated and sweat cooled her spine. She didn't hug the wall, but she couldn't help widening the distance between them.
   The wheels made the faintest squeaking noise after she passed, and she glanced back to see him following her down the path toward the parking lot. Maybe she should have offered to push. He wore an olive green t-shirt and a matching pair of slacks, though they were cut up the side of the large cast encasing his right leg from mid-thigh to his toes.
   He—Joe, he said his name was Joe—met her gaze and gave her another easy smile. His eyes crinkled at the corners and the dimple in his cheek deepened. The sidewalk widened and she slowed to let him catch up.
   “I'm sorry. I'm not the best company this morning.”
   “No worries, ma'am. Little ones take a lot out of a body.” The buttery softness of his voice washed over her like a soothing balm—like the night before when he knocked on her door and introduced himself. He scared the hell out of her, but not in the same breath.
   I must be tired. I have no idea what I'm feeling from one moment to the next. As if summoned by her thought, fatigue wavered through her and she stumbled. The diaper bag swung down her arm. She couldn't catch it and hold the baby at the same time. Joe stopped the bag's arc, and gave her a chance to catch her balance.
   “May I?” He offered, still holding the bag.
   May he what…? He wanted to carry the bag for her and she winced. It was heavy and he…
   “I have plenty of room and then you don't have to worry about it taking you off balance again.” The sound logic quashed her natural objections. She shifted Libby carefully and let the strap fall off her arm. Her internal alarms sounded. Giving him the bag didn't give him some kind of power over her, but her gut tightened at the surrender of her possession.
   He settled the bag against his lap and nodded encouragingly. “Just point me to your car…”
   “Oh, I don't drive. Well, I do but I'm not driving here. I'm actually just staying here for a few weeks and I'm waiting for the shuttle.” She tacked the last on with a grimace. “And apparently I'm as muddleheaded for real as I feel. Sorry. Thank you. The shuttle is scheduled to pick us up here in about…” She couldn't look at her watch.
   “Two minutes.” The captain supplied. “I'm waiting for the same shuttle.” His warm brown gaze turned studious. “Are you okay?”

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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Meeting The Challenge

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by Liz Crowe
It’s New Year’s Day and we all know what THAT means….recovering from whatever overindulgences we used to get us through the holiday season by promising our bleary-eyes selves that we will be stronger, thinner, richer, more organized, swear less, sleep more, drink more water, eat more fruit….all sorts of things that will help us meet any challenge thrown at us by fate in the coming months.

Late in 2012 Decadent Publishing launched a new series of books with “the challenge” in mind. All the stories will turn on people meeting roadblocks and overcoming them, or not as the case may be.  I was asked to submit a story and am thrilled to announce the release of HEALINGHEARTS, a short novella-length story about a man who had it all, only to have it taken from him in the blink of an eye. The heart breaking journey ofa successful, typical alpha male breaking down completely when he is unable to save anyone he loves has already been named a “Top Pick” on The Romance Reviews.

The challenge of course, for Jay Longmire, is to simply breathe in and out, eat enough food to survive, fall asleep and wake up with the knowledge of what happened in front of his eyes to his entire family.  While I have personally never lost a child, given the horror at that elementary school in Connecticut just a few weeks ago, it has been on my mind—how do you wake up each morning knowing that your heart, in the form of your child, has been ripped from you for no reason whatsoever.  Exploring this sort of internal challenge intrigued me, and I remember a true story a few years back with similar elements that I have been unable to shake from my memory banks. So I put it into a book.

I wrote HEALING HEARTS this past fall, before Mr. Lanza decided that he should stare 20 children in the face and kill them, so the timing may seem inappropriate but I believe that hearts do heal—humans are nothing if not completely resilient and whether they draw on their own strengths, their faith or the love of others (as Jay finally does) the opportunities for emotional recovery are worth exploring. Which is the crux of Healing Hearts—all the anger, guilt, sleepless nights and zombie-like days Jay endures will never, ever completely disappear, but with the help of a friend who becomes much more, they will fade and become something that he can use to move forward despite the temptations to do otherwise.

I hope you enjoy it. I will warn you that there are a couple of descriptions of what happened to Jay’s family that may be disturbing, but ultimately that is not what the story is about—it’s about what happens to a man who has hit bottom so hard, he has no choice but to start climbing his way out.

Healing Hearts excerpt:
“Stop flirting with me. That’s a personal bubble violation,” he whispered, letting his lips graze her earlobe, loving how her whole body shivered against him.
“Fine, then stop pressing against me so hard I can feel how much money is in your pocket.”
“Touché.” But he gripped her closer. The candlelight flickered, the music embraced them, and she nearly brought him to his knees with her next words.
“I can’t be what you want me to be, Jay. I have goals. I need my independence. I want to make it on my own.”
He sucked in a breath, slid the hand he had on her hip around to the small of her back. He didn’t need this. But he wanted it so much he was about to explode. “I’m never going to be what you want me to be, either. Let’s just be…what we are…tonight.”
She laid her head against his chest, and he shut his eyes, trying not to let the moment overwhelm him, send him screaming into the night. Christy’s face at their wedding, at the birth of their children, and that last moment when her eyes clouded over after she told him not to blame himself while he watched her die—they all rose, clear and bright. He swallowed, leaned down into Abigail’s thick riot of dark curls, sucked in a deep breath. “What do you want me to be for you…tonight?” he asked.
She put her hand to his face, went up on her tiptoes, and met his lips, urgent and needy. He kissed her, listening to the crowd clap and catcall. Then broke away. “Well?” he asked, his body zinging.
“I want you to be the guy who takes me to bed again.” The simplicity of her words taking his breath away. “I don’t want to be made love to, not now. I need you, Jay. With me, inside me, all over me. And you need it, too. No strings, no emotion. Only physical urges met. I’m willing. Are you?”
He stepped away from her, a little shocked and a lot horny. “Give me two minutes.” Grateful the room had dimmed for the music and dancing, he dropped three hundred in cash on the table, more than enough to cover the meal, wine, and a healthy tip, and took her hand.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, giggling when he pushed her up against the side of his SUV and dove into her mouth, sweeping into it with his tongue, his hands cradling her face then buried in her hair. She molded into him, making that damn noise, the one that made him insane, down in her throat.
He broke from her, stared into her eyes. “Yes.”



Happy New Year!
Liz