Heroine Must Haves

I’m busy working on a New Adult Paranormal manuscript and a thought crossed my mind – what can a book heroine not leave home without.

Here’s my unofficial list:
A hidden paranormal gift.
A super hunky boyfriend.
An uber sexy, delicious bad boy not afraid of anyone or anything.
Lip gloss. Every girl needs lip gloss.
A mobile phone – who knows. She could get one lifeline.
Decent shoes.
Breath mints.
A map. Heroines are directionally impaired at times.
A spare set of clothes and,
A trendy bag to hold her survival kit.

I’d love to see your lists.

Tc

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New Release Alert!!!

Hi Everyone,

Let’s show some love for my super fab BP buddy, H.K. Sterling.

H.K. Sterling’s awesome mystery romance released Friday 21 February 2014.

Here’s a little background info ( and a pic) on Ms. Sterling:

H.K. Sterling is an author with Breathless Press known for stories with imagination, intelligence, a kick, and twist endings. H.K. likes to focus her writing on suspense, science-fiction, shorts, and anything that is spicy and unexpected. Sometimes her writing may even go dark. H.K. lives in Virginia with her husband who graciously puts up with her passion for writing. H.K. currently has a Mystery/Thriller out: A Taste For Killing; and two short stories in the Breathless Press Anthology: My Bloody Valentine. Her new book, A Taste For Danger has just been accepted for publication and H.K will also soon publish a short-short titled Eyes Only. H.K.’s books are suitable for 18+. You can contact H.K. on the following social media:

Catch up with H.K. Sterling on the following media:

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/hksterling

Twitter: @HKSterling

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/HK-Sterling/426989014069244?ref=hl

Email: HK.Sterling@aol.com

HK Sterling “Undercover Blog”: http://hksterling1.blogspot.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/HKSterling

Check out this exclusive excerpt:

A Taste For Killing

By H.K. Sterling

Excerpt

He had six-pack abs, and I wanted to feel the carbonation. This one dressed like the stereotype of a construction worker, down to the handkerchief he used to wipe sweat off his forehead. I don’t know if he or the hot day brought it out, but sweat poured off of me too. He had no interest in me as a person, though. I was invading his territory. Still, I enjoyed the view. For my part, I knew my clothes looked crappy. I didn’t have to wear uniforms anymore, but my street clothes, well they were very—street. So there I stood, a turd in the sun in front of this Adonis. Oh well.
He pointed to a small trailer up a muddy hill. The supervisor I asked to see apparently stayed in there. Stayed, as in never left. Great. Mud. Now I’d be a dried turd in the sun. Adonis went back to digging and I started the trek up the hill. At least I came with boots. Steel toed.
Once I made it to the trailer, I heard an argument going on inside.
“Look, I don’t care who you are. The plans are publically filed. Go get them yourself!” yelled someone.
Then I heard a voice I knew. Calm, cool, subversive. “Is there any reason you’re being so difficult? A man did die on your watch.”
An encounter I hadn’t planned on. Well, at least not until later tonight. I knocked loudly on the door and with my sweetest voice said, “Hello, boys. Am I interrupting something?”
“Great,” groused the supervisor. “A party.” He appeared to me like another stereotype, puffing on a cigar over a fat jowl line and rotund stomach that threatened to overturn the small desk he was behind. I guess there’s a reason for stereotypes. He looked about four hamburgers away from a heart attack.
On a wooden chair in front of the supervisor sat Jack. A fellow independent detective, an ally at times, a competitor…and my on and off lover.
“Well, well, well,” he said smiling, but I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. Not here. It meant we were both working the same case. “Hello, Carolyn. Who hired you?”
“Parents.”
“Girlfriend,” he answered back.
We stared at each other. Complications.
The supervisor didn’t give a damn and said to me, “Well, missy, I’ll tell you the same thing I told this guy.” He jerked his thumb around to Jack. “The plans are publically filed and that’s all I have to say about it.”
I tried a different tactic. “That’s fine with me. I have no problem going downtown for a copy.” I wore my practiced, saccharine smile. “But I wonder, could you tell me the name of the architect? Please?” I smiled again. God, this job sucks at times.
The supervisor sighed. “Jones, Evan Jones.”
“Thank you so much,” I said, smiling my best smile again. “I’ll get out of the way and leave you two boys to…whatever you were doing.”
I opened the door to go and started to shut it only to find Jack following me out.
“Sure, flash your tits and get what you want.” Boy was he in a bad mood.
“There was no tit flashing in there. Face it, testosterone was not a good choice in that situation.”
Jack’s response: a grunt.
“Besides,” I tried to placate him, “I didn’t get the plans either.”
“No, you did one better.”
“That’s assuming the architect will have anything to do with me and cooperate.” A thought occurred to me. “So are you going there too?”
“No, I might as well wait and see what you turn up. Besides, I have my own leads.”
“Are you planning to share?” Just call me hopeful. As in full of shit, because that’s where hope always seemed to lead.
“No,” he said, still grumpy.
“I see. So it’s gonna be like that.”
“I guess so.”
I felt like such a female. Damn. But I had to ask.
“Are we still on for tonight?”
“Yeah.”
I wasn’t convinced but didn’t push it. God, sometimes I hated myself. But we were good together—when it was good—when his competitive edge didn’t get the better of him. Though I was one to talk. I did the same thing at times. Hence our on and off status. But currently we were supposed to be on. So, I kept it light in the spirit of things to come.
“Okay, master detective, I’ll leave you to your leads. See ya.”
“See ya,” he replied, already preoccupied, pondering a piece of paper he’d taken from his pocket.
I made my way down the hill in my muddy boots.

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Marcus’s P. O.V Excerpt

If you haven’t checked out Chapter 1 of Cherish from Marcus’s P.O.V here’s a sneak peek.

It feels good being back home after spending two years in rural China. I can’t say I like parties but since it’s being held in my honor I can’t exactly skip. Pri Chopra, a friend of mine, got her billionaire dad to book the most expensive venue on the shore of South Africa’s East Coast for this epic event. Rock Star is a multistoried, exclusive club built precariously on what is reputed to be South Africa’s most solid rock formation. The up side is I can sneak off at any time – the guests outnumber the residents of Blythedale. I search the crowd for any signs of the girl I haven’t heard from two years.

Damn. She isn’t here yet. I guess she’ll never forgive me for leaving even though I didn’t have a choice. Maybe she isn’t coming.

“Hey, Marcus.” Venetia de Amar bats her fake eyelashes while speaking to me. It’s freaky. I swear it seems like she’s going to have a seizure or something the way she does it.

“Hey.”

“Dance?” she holds out her hand.

“Um…no …I was on my way to the little boy’s room.”

“I’ll wait.”

I turn away and disappear into the gyrating dancing bodies and find a spot closer to the door. There’s no sign of her.

I give up waiting and sneak out the main hall and onto the balcony of one of the upper levels.

Music thunders downstairs. I fail to understand why these beats need to stir up mini earth tremors for everyone to feel it. The wind’s strong and pushes away the sound. Unfortunately the floor still vibrates with the insane beat. That doesn’t stop me from watching the magnificent, untamed waves racing towards the shore. In the moonlight they look like rolls of a mega, liquid blanket unravelling.

I screwed up by not calling her, emailing or even texting. It’s not like I didn’t have her number. I just didn’t want to give her false hope. I might as well spend the rest of the night alone.

I’m staring at weird shaped clouds when someone joins me on the balcony. Her hair reaches her waist, she’s wearing jeans and a decent top and she sighs so loud I half expect someone to burst onto the balcony and scream “Gotcha.” She turns ever so slightly in my direction and my heart literally stops for a minute.

Sarah. She’s even more beautiful than the last time I saw her. She’s taller, sexier too.

“Hey, Sarah.”

She jumps at the sound of my voice but recognizes me immediately. “Marcus?”

I shove my hands in my pocket as I walk towards her because all I want to do more than anything else in the world is grab her and hold so close that I can feel her heart beat next to mine.

“Did I scare you?”

“Kind of.”

She puts her hands into the pockets of her jeans and I wonder if she wants to hold me as badly as I want to hug her. “How did China treat you?”

I try not to stare at her. It’s pretty difficult when all I want to do is look. “Awesome. I’ve seen enough fossils to last a lifetime. How are things with you?”

“Let’s just say I don’t try to make sense of the world anymore.”

“Tell me about it.” I lean against the railing next to her.

Emotion surges through my blood and flares in my eyes. I blink quickly. Damn. I hope Sarah didn’t see that. My eyes light up when I feel too much or when I want something really badly. She blinks and stares into my eyes. Change of topic, Quick. Think of something!

“Dance?” I say the first thing that comes to mind. Lucky the music downstairs changes to something more techno. I can’t imagine grinding against Sarah – she’ll probably freak out and run considering we haven’t seen each other for two years.

“Yeah.”

“I never took you for the shy type.

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The Promise Blog Tour

Hi Everyone,

Please welcome SL Jayne on my blog today. She’s here to tell us about herself and a little about her “The Promise.”

1. Please tell us a little about yourself.
I like to chat, have fun with friends, read (lots) and write. I’m a mum, I live in the UK, and I enjoy spending time with family. I’m not a fan of shopping, of any kind lol. When I’m spending time with my daughter, she is usually kicking my arse at singing on the Wii or Playstation. Some days me and my friends have crazy moments and are what’s app or voxer singing to each other just for the hell of it.

2. When did the writing bug hit?
It started after a conversation with my sister about how fun it would be to write about a book boyfriend. I had asked her what storyline she had in mind and she said she didn’t know- then one day (Aug 13th 2013) I was thinking about it, the storyline kind of just came to me and I started writing.

3. What do you love most about writing?
Being in a whole new world where anything goes, anything can happen. It’s fun too, you have these characters who take up your mind 24/7 that you can have fun with in a scene and not get called crazy for it.

And a few rapid fire questions…
What’s your favorite:
1. Movie
I can’t choose just one, I love too many.
2. Song
See answer on Q 1 lol
3. Color
Hot pink
4. Memory
The day my daughter was born
5. Book boyfriend
Can I break the rules and have 2? Kellan Kyle & Mason Templeton
6. Food
Italian and dinners with sausages (toad in the hole, sausages casserole)
7. Item of clothing to write in
Anything, but I’m most comfortable in jogging bottoms and a vest top (even in the winter)

And a little bit about your book:

How far would you go to help your best friend?

Do you remember when you were young, and made pinky promises with your best friend about living together, dating movie stars, being famous and double weddings?

Ava and Rylee had the same plans. Knowing the home life Rylee had, Ava knew that all of those dreams of fun and freedom would always be just that. Dreams. That was until one night, Rylee asked Ava to pinky promise they would move away as soon as they were old enough and able to.

Ava’s advice to Rylee is to have fun and have faith, but most of all believe in herself and learn to trust that not all guys can’t be trusted… But can Ava learn to take herself own advice when it comes to her own heart?

This book is intended for age 17+ due to sexual content, violence and strong language.

Book Buy Links:

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/JNhxbp
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1bfJL46

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And last but certainly not least – please tell us your absolute favorite writing moment or memory even if it’d from a manuscript you haven’t published.
The funniest moment is from The Promise, when Adam and the others visit the girls, they are talking about the pranks Adam has played on people. Other favourite moment(s) are the times with Matt and Rylee, bantering over the cocktails.

Thank you for joining us today, Sarah.

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