Guest Post: Sheri Velarde

Hi Everyone,

It’s been a while. Please welcome Sheri Velarde to my blog. She’s here to promote her brand new book…

Book released November 25th

The world of publishing is forever changing and it up to authors to try to keep up. This year has been a great year and a difficult one for me on the publishing front. On the bright side I had my first fantasy novel come out, had a book signing for it, entered new some genres and published several shorts with various publishers. On the downside I saw two of my smaller publishing houses close their doors for good. That saddened me more than I can tell you. That is also what led me to the decision to start self-publishing some of my work. I am still with some small presses and may have something with a large house next year (fingers crossed), but I also want to have some control over my publishing as well. My fiancé and I are forming our own publishing house called Stoker Publishing and Not So Silent Night is our first step towards that dream.
Not So Silent Night is a re-release with expanded scenes and has been completely re-edited. I am pretty proud of this story and think it is the perfect book to launch my self-publishing career on. It’s steamy, sweet and hopeful all at the same time. I am hoping that it is the first of many of my stories that I will be putting out there myself as I move into the new age of publishing, well at least new for me. Scared and excited at the same time. I hope you enjoy a taste of Not So Silent Night.

Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0187T305M
Author Links:
Website/Blog: http://sherivelarde.weebly.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sheri-VelardeKelly-Ryan/632892500084202
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sher_V

Here’s what the books about…

Another lonely Christmas approaches for Anna and her life of penance—until an otherworldly distraction appears and changes her life.

Anna is a lonely woman, running her dead grandmother’s flower shop. She hates Christmas and could not feel more lost when a handsome and mysterious Russian, Alexander, walks into her shop and her life. Each has secrets that they are harboring. Just as their passion erupts, the good old boys in town threaten to ruin everything. Getting to know each other is tough for most couples, adding in magic does not make it any easier. Now with a pack of werewolves out to destroy them, things become intense. They find themselves in a fight for their lives. Can their newfound love give them the strength to win against this threat and trust in the future?

Excerpt:
She had almost finished cleaning up in back when she heard the bell on the door ring less than five minutes before closing. “Seriously? Can’t people let me get out of here on time just one damn night?” she muttered to herself as she stormed toward the front so she could wait on her customer and then get the hell out of the store.

Anna whipped around the corner in a huff, not caring if she scared the latecomer away. She stopped in her tracks and almost forgot what had pissed her off when she saw the customer in question. The most breathtaking back view of a man she had ever seen stood just inside the doorway, and her brain stopped working for the moment. Wow, who knew broad shoulders and a great rear could stop a woman in her tracks? While she gawked like an idiot, the man turned around and proved to be even more distracting from the front. This guy was like a wall of muscle, perfect body attached to a very masculine and handsome face with the deepest blue eyes Anna had ever seen.

“Sorry, I know you are about to close, but I need a gift of flowers,” he said when he saw Anna. He had a very thick eastern European accent that she thought might be Russian, which of course only made him hotter. She noticed his eyes taking her in, and she couldn’t help but stand a little straighter, showing her curves off to her advantage while she absentmindedly ran her fingers through her long, wavy, raven hair, which most men seemed to love.

It took Anna’s brain a few moments to catch up before she could speak. Her previous anger and frustration vanished, replaced by eagerness to help this particular customer. “No problem at all. Do you have an idea of what kind of gift you are looking for? Is this for your girlfriend or wife?” Anna held her breath as she waited for this mystery man to answer, a bit annoyed with herself that she cared so much about what he might say.

Bio:
Sheri Velarde, lives in New Mexico with her husband and their two dogs.
Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living. She specializes in all things paranormal and that go bump in the night. Her heart truly lies in exploring unknown worlds or adding the supernatural to our world. If it goes bump in the night or has magical connotations, Sheri writes about it.
She is constantly putting out new material with various publishers, so it is best to keep up with her on her website http://www.sherivelarde.weebly.com.
In her spare time Sheri is an artist, jewelry designer, independent comic writer/artist and freelance non-fiction writer. Hiking in the mountains, going to live concerts, art openings, museums, and hosting intimate dinner parties.

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New Release – A Sanguine Gem

Hi Everyone.

I have a fab Valentines day treat for you all. My fab writer friend, Dawn, has a new book releasing from Breathless Press. Here’s a sneak peek.

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Gemma confessed her love to Liam and he walked away. Now, years later, she doubts Liam could love her. Can she trust this newfound love?

Lady Gemma Kemsley is in dire straits. Her cousin Alfie inherited her father’s estate upon his death. He quickly bled it dry of funds and is turning his lecherous intentions toward her. Alfie wants to have complete control over her inheritance. Without Alfie’s approval she can’t marry. She only has one option—run away and live with her best friend in America.
When his sister begs Liam Marsden to help Gemma he reluctantly agrees. He has a past with Gemma he’d rather forget—involving a failed attempt at betrothal and her professed love. When he sees Gemma again he realizes he can’t ever let her go. Instead of sending her to America he uses the old betrothal agreement to marry her.
Gemma doubts Liam truly loves her. Can he convince her of the veracity of his love or will he lose her forever?

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Dawn Brower holds a Bachelor of Arts in psychology, a Master of Arts in Education, and is currently working on a Master of Arts in Liberal Arts with concentrations in Literature, History, and Sociology. She works as a substitute teacher and enjoys the flexibility it gives her to concentrate on her other endeavors.

Growing up she was the only girl out of six children. She is a single mother of two teenage boys; there is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby. There is nothing like a nice glass of wine and a good book to relax with at the end of the day.

There are always stories inside her head; she just never thought she could make them come to life. That creativity has finally found an outlet. If you want to contact Dawn you can visit her webpage at http://www.authordawnbrower.com, her facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/DawnMarieBrower, on her blog http://dawnbrower.wordpress.com or her twitter page at http://www.twitter.com/dawnab33.

Twelve Days of Christmas @BreathlessPress

My awesome publisher has a fab 12 days of Christmas promo. All you have to do is sign up for the newsletter and claim your free ebook. Check it out here:

http://us1.campaign-archive2.com/?u=e62c795a9d6acd7d4b7927d1b&id=8f24c79e36&e=23fb3fe28a

My book, Moving In, is free on Day 12 🙂

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Excerpt from Moving In #NA #Novella

I’m working on edits for book #2 in the Moving Series and thought I’d post a teaser from Book #1

Dean’s POV

There’s a note on the fridge when I get to my flat overlooking La Lucia’s famous white sand beach.

 

We need to talk. I will come over for dinner tonight.

Love,

Mom

 

My mother is shameless when it comes to breaking into my apartment. Every second of my day has to accounted for. My parents need to cut me some slack. People change—they’re always reminding me, so why the fuck does my mother keep looking for clues to suggest I might’ve slipped up?

I wonder what she and the old man have up come up with after reading the shit Ugly Betty posted. More charity work? No. It has to be something more serious.

My blood runs cold for a moment. I’ve always been perceptive when it comes to my parents, and this time I sense they’ve outdone themselves. Mom is particularly sensitive to what society thinks. She will go to any lengths to keep her reputation intact, and her ideas usually border on unreasonable.

Why does anyone have to take anything Ugly Betty says seriously? Sure, she’s amazingly popular in blogging circles in South Africa. But why the fuck do people pay any attention to the shit she posts? She’d had over a thousand comments the last time I checked her post. It’s like she posted pics of my hard, thick cock the way people were reading her blog.

I’ll find out soon enough.

The traffic’s eased up by the time I head out of La Lucia for the heart of the North Coast. Kwa-Zulu Natal is definitely the most laid back, beautiful place I’ve lived in. I love the anonymity of living here and being able to surf the waves before heading to campus every morning. The best part is the sunshine. Winter is almost nonexistent on the Kwa-Zulu Natal North Coast. People here don’t really care if you’re a celebrity or just a regular person minding your own business. They just let you be.

Unless they’re Lace Higgins.

“Arriving at destination,” my GPS says, cutting into my mental rehearsals of me shaking sense into Lace Higgins. I’ve pictured her with braces, unkempt, mud-colored hair, and garish makeup.

Lace lives in a pretty decent apartment complex near the only shopping center in Salt Rock. The beach isn’t too far off. In fact the complex is near enough for fine sea spray to drizzle on me when I get out my van. It’s a one-street town guaranteed to help anyone blend into obscurity. I bet her acid fingertips are the reason she has to live in a place where people give a shit about who she is and what she does for a living.

Lucky for me, security is pretty lax. I race up the stairs and pause outside her door. A split second before my knuckles can connect to door number eleven to knock, it swings open.

“Alison…dammit, you forgot…” The leggy blonde pauses after realizing I’m not Alison.

Her mouth drops open, and so does her satin robe.

Fuck. She’s as naked as the day she was born beneath the butter-yellow fabric. My cock hardens in seconds. She shivers slightly, and her nipples harden, and…I look down before she pulls the robe together… Her muff is shaved and so smooth I almost reach out and stroke her. Damn. There’s not an ounce of fat on her. Her tummy’s flat, her breasts full and ready to be tasted, and her skin’s a creamy white I could lick and bite until every inch of her was covered in little red marks.

“Show’s over, punk. Can I help you?” Green eyes flash blue murder at me while she knots the belt of her robe securely in place.

The acid in her voice is enough to soften my cock. “Maybe.” I can do acid too. “I’m looking for Lace Higgins.”

She gasps like I’ve proposed sex on the cold, hard floor. Her loose bun falls out of place, covering her face in fine, golden strands. She pushes the hair off her face and then looks me in the eye. “Why?”

“None of your business. This is between Lace and me.”

 

 

Excerpt from Rescue Me, #NA #SciFi out on#Query

Oh fuck. This is the end of me. I close my eyes and pretend this isn’t happening. Oh God why can’t Superman be real — just this once. If only he’d appear out of nowhere and pull this smelly bastard off me. A bike roars in the distance. I focus on its sound and imagine Superman is on that bike. Within seconds the sound of the bike is the only thing my mind holds onto the fucktard’s hands tighten around my waist. His sewer breath clogs my nostrils.
Forget him. Superman will rescue me. Where do I come up with candy floss shit for dreams? Hello? I’m about to be eaten by a bunch of twat waffles.
Crazy thoughts race through my head as I squeeze my eyes tight and clench my hands into fists bracing myself for the impact of his mouth on mine while at the same time trying to shut him out altogether. Somehow the shutting out part works. The leader’s hands loosen on my waist and his pungent alcohol breath gives way to fresh sea air.
“Fuck!” He gasps suddenly before the sound of bones breaking sickens me to the pit of my tummy.
Instinct forces my eyes open. We’re surrounded by a group of bikers with Harley’s so shiny the moonlight reflecting off of them blinds me temporarily. One of the bikers punches the leader on his jaw. The others circle the remaining would-be attackers.
“I didn’t touch her.” The leader winces.
“Liar,” mysterious Biker says in a deep voice, “Didn’t your mama teach you to always tell the truth?”
My spine tingles at the sound of his voice.
“I warned you about stepping on my ground, Skull.”
My ground? This sounds like a movie script gone real life. To me it means one thing. I found Superman. Okay. Technically he found me. Unless this is a dream. And none of this is really happening., Shock probably stupefied me. Or I’m dead and I’ve stepped away from my body…I shut my eyes and pinch myself. Fuck. That hurt. No, I’m not imagining any of this. The bikers are really here and one of them is teaching Skull a lesson he’ll never forget.
“Now why don’t you take your pack of vermin rats and get the hell out of here.” Superbiker suggests, “unless you’re hungry for seconds.”
Skull and his gang don’t need to be told twice. They disappear into the shadows so fast nobody would have guessed they were really here.
“Did he hurt you?” Superbiker asks me.
I’m stunned at how quickly my wish was granted. I asked for Superman and I got a Superbiker. My chest tightens. If only all my wishes were granted so easily…
Warm hands cup my face. I catch a glimpse of a shiny bracelet on his right hand. His left thumb is partially covered with a band aid.
“Hey? Are you okay?”
Superbiker’s talking to me. Say something, Lana. “Yeah…I’m fine.”
The woodsy scent of his aftershave and cologne captivates my senses. He’s pushed the visor of his helmet up but a clump of clouds block out the moonlight making it impossible for me to even catch a glimpse of my savior.
“You’re new here,” he states.
“You can tell just by looking at me?” Damn he’s got skills.
“No. Locals know better than to hang out on the beach at this part of the night.”
I look away somewhat ashamed not to have figured that out when I noticed the beach was abandoned.
He steps away from me. “You shouldn’t hang out here this part of night,” he says, “tell me where you live and we’ll escort you home.” He opens the car door for me.
“What’s your name?” I blurt.
He stops. Perhaps my question’s caught him off guard. “Why?”
I shrug. “It’d be nice to know.”
He leaves me standing outside my car and jumps on his bike. “Get in the car. My boys and I don’t have all night to wait on spoilt little rich girls who have nothing better to do than invite trouble upon themselves.”
Strangely his words sting. “I’m not a …” Oh why bother. I get inside my car and roll down the window. For a moment there I’d assumed he’d really cared when he’d asked me if I’d been hurt. I guess whoever my mysterious biker rescuer is — he’s just doing his job. My burgeoning hope and dreams of romance take a back seat.
The bikers escort me home. Superbiker pulls up beside me when I stop outside the gate and gestures for me to give him my keys. He unlocks the gate and gestures for me to park. I roll down the window and wait for him to leave before jumping off. Instead he pauses next to me while reversing out the driveway and lifts up the visor. Invisible waves of his aftershave engulf me. Superbiker’s tall, broad shouldered and not even the darkness can hide his pert ass.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“For roughing up your haters?” He sounds amused. “If it wasn’t for spoilt brats like you, I’d be unemployed.”
I wish I could see his face before slapping him.
“Whatever,” I murmur.
“You’re welcome,” he replies sarcastically. “Tell you what, princess. If you can find me in the daylight I’ll tell you my name.”
My deceitful heart goes wild. “Deal,” I reply before I can stop myself.
Challenges are definitely my thing. I’ll find him all right even if the sound of his voice and the smell of his cologne and aftershave is all I have to go

Cover Reveal – Feral Escape by Autumn Jones Lake

Please welcome author Autumn Jones Lake on my blog today. Autumn is here to tell us about her upcoming release, Feral Escape

Cat-shifter on the run, Molly has been captured, imprisoned and is near-death when Ivan rescues her. Once she’s free, spending time with Ivan has her re-thinking her vow not to take a mate.

With two new main characters, Feral Escape can be read as a stand alone. But if you want to learn more about the Catnip and Cauldrons world, Books 1 and 2 will be on sale from April 10thto April 25th.

I love this book already. Let’s show Autumn some love and check out the links she’s so graciously shared with us.

Feral Escape Good Reads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21847064-feral-escape-catnip-cauldrons-book-3

Also watch for Autumn’s previous releases. Details are below.

Onyx Night, Book 1

Amazon – (.99 cents from April 10th to April 25th!)

http://www.amazon.com/Night-Catnip-Cauldrons-Autumn-Jones-ebook/dp/B009TLUDDA/ref=la_B0078V1JWC_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1396708436&sr=1-2

Breathless Press – (free from April 10th to April 25th!)

http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&products_id=357

Onyx Shadows, Book 2

Amazon – (.99 cents from April 10th to April 25th)

http://www.amazon.com/Shadows-Catnip-Cauldrons-Autumn-Jones-ebook/dp/B00EAQ9VAU/ref=pd_sim_sbs_b_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=1QED8KER1ZW67Z2XTSNX

Breathless Press – (.99 cents from April 10th to April 25th)

http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&products_id=470&zenid=ba0ea88f597efac9efbb3ecb71fccd9a

And here’s the stunning cover:

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Autumn loves interacting with readers. You can find her here:

http://www.facebook.com/autumnjlake

Blog Tour and Sneak Preview of a Flawed Jewel by Dawn Brower

Please welcome Ms. Dawn Brower on my blog today. I’ve had the privilege of reading a review copy of a flawed jewel. I absolutely love the sexy male lead. So how exactly does Dawn create such devastating character? Hmm. I’d say it has something to do with this awesome author’s background. Let’s take a look.

Dawn Brower holds a Bachelor of Arts in psychology, a Master of Arts in Education, and is currently working on a Master of Arts in Liberal Arts with concentrations in Literature, History, and Sociology. She works as a substitute teacher and enjoys the flexibility it gives her to concentrate on her other endeavors.

Growing up she was the only girl out of six children. She is a single mother of two teenage boys; there is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby. There is nothing like a nice glass of wine and a good book to relax with at the end of the day.

There are always stories inside her head; she just never thought she could make them come to life. That creativity has finally found an outlet. If you want to contact Dawn you can visit her webpage at http://www.authordawnbrower.com, her facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/DawnMarieBrower, on her blog http://dawnbrower.wordpress.com or her twitter page at http://www.twitter.com/dawnab33.
1. What’s your favorite thing about writing?

There is supposed to be a favorite thing? Writing is hard. The characters don’t always behave as they should. I guess if I have to pick a favorite it would be creating the dialogue. The banter between characters can be amusing to write at times.

2. Most writers are also readers. What’s your favorite book?

I do not have a favorite book. It is whatever I am reading in that moment. I have plenty of favorite authors, Iris Johansen, Richelle Mead, Kresley Cole, Gena Showalter, the list could go on for miles.

3. Everyone reaches a point where they are at an impasse and need to do something besides write for a while. What’s your favorite activity to clear your head?

Spending time with my family or my friends, I might go on facebook and chat or just see what is going on in the world around me.

4. It’s Friday night (Yes, I know it’s Wednesday morning, bear with me, please!) What’s your favorite way to unwind after a long week?

Read. Reading has always been my favorite activity. The only other thing that might be better is a nap.

5. Plain and simple- your favorite hero and why?

I am attracted to the bad boys. I have issues I know. I like that they are willing to do anything to get the job done. My youngest son can usually pick out who I am going to like best in a book, movie, or television show. It’s usually the one that skates the line at being bad more than good.

My favorite television character is Damon Salvitore on The Vampire Diaries, sexiness aside he is compelling because he feels so deeply and is willing to do whatever it takes to protect the woman he loves. Even if it isn’t something she agrees with.

6. Here’s a lightning round-

Favorite song?

At the moment? (It changes all the time) Demons by Imagine Dragons
It has topped my playlist while I have been editing.

Band?

Maroon 5

Genre of fiction?

I don’t have a favorite I jump all over the place.

Movie?

Gone with the Wind

Color?

Blue

Food?

Italian

Beverage?

Tea

Candy?

Almond Joy pieces, or Sixlets

Television show?

The Vampire Diaries

Book store?

Amazon, lol. I don’t go to actual book stores anymore with so many digital books available, there’s no need.

Next we have a sneak peek at what A Flawed Jewel’s about.

Pieretta boards a ship forever changing her destiny. Thor kidnaps his rival’s granddaughter for revenge, but will love become his new purpose?

Pieretta Carlyle has just experienced the loss of her father, leaving her alone in the world except for her grandpere, Comte Renard Dubois. The comte insists that she travel to France to live with him. Pieretta doesn’t want to leave Charleston and the only home she has ever known, but young ladies do not live by themselves. Her grandpere is her guardian and she has to do what he says. She reluctantly has the servants pack her trunks for her impending voyage.
Thor has a score to settle and Pieretta is the key to all of his revenge. He became a pirate unwillingly after his business partner tried to murder him to gain control over their holdings. He needs to acquire Pieretta by any means necessary and he doesn’t mind plundering a ship to attain her.
When Pieretta and Thor meet they are instantly attracted to each other against their better judgment. Pieretta is disgusted by the pirate’s actions and believes he murdered everyone aboard her ship…except for her. Thor knows what Pieretta believes, but goes ahead with all of his plans anyway, she is only supposed to be a tool to achieve vengeance. What happens will depend on Thor’s need for revenge and Pieretta ability to forgive him for all his dastardly deeds.

I couldn’t resist an interview with the male lead from A Flawed Jewel.
Please give a warm welcome to Thor Williams from A Flawed Jewel by Dawn Brower today as we sit down and see what makes him/her tick.

Q: So tell us about yourself. What got you in the crosshairs for your author?

Well I am a pirate,it doesn’t take much for me to get in anyone’s cross hairs. I do that just by breathing.

Q: What was it that drew you to your mate?

Besides that she is beautiful? Well she is also too smart for her own good at times. Makes it interesting to argue with her, of course the making up part is even more fun.

Q: A little naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner(s)?

In my cabin on the Sea Rover. I had considered other places, but we just haven’t gotten around to them yet. It’s only the beginning though I’m sure that it’s only a matter of time before we hit them all.

Q: Boxers, briefs or Commando on a man?

What are boxers or briefs? Is this question meant for me? I don’t have time for this foolery.

Q: If your partner wants to seduce you, what’s one sure fire trick he/she can play?

Licking her lips, getting naked usually helps too.

Q: What is the one place on your partner’s body that you know will drive them wild-in and out of bed?

Her neck is extra sensitive…

Q: What was one of the most embarrassing things your author did to you in A Flawed Jewel?

Hey we’re not going there she promised it was permanently deleted, as in gone forever. It’s something we will never speak of. Next question please.

Q: Anything else you would like to add?

I am still upset she wouldn’t let me murder the whole ship and sink it. Mayhap I can try to convince her to modify it to at least let me kill a few of them…What? *sigh* she says that she was told that we can’t be that bloodthirsty.

And here’s something for the ladies. Isn’t Thor delicious?

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