Fool For Books Giveaway Hop

31 Mar


Keep them coming, I told myself when I signed up for another giveaway. Fool for Books Giveaway Hop is organized by Kathy@ I’m A Reader Not A Writer and Mary @ Bookhounds and running between April 1st -7th. Thank you ladies for your hard work!

While is really tempting to play a prank on all of you just because of April Fools, I’ll behave and stick with following the # 1 rule of any giveaway and … give away (funny how a small space between those two words make them mean something different) a $10.oo gift card (either Amazon, B&N or Starbucks) to one lucky winner.

Sounds good? I hope so.  What you have to do to win? I keep asking people to become a follower on various social media or follow these blog but I feel we all need a change. So, in order for you to win I’m kindly asking you to either:

1. Tweet: “All Camelia Miron Skiba’s books on sale for .99 cents each!″


2. Post to Facebook: “All Camelia Miron Skiba’s books on sale for .99 cents each!″

Once you’ve done either one of those two options please post in the comments here the link showing your post.


Winner Announcement for the Lucky Leprechaun Giveaway Hop

30 Mar

The Lucky Leprechaun Giveaway Hop is over. Using the lucky winners taking home e-copies of my books are as following:

Hidden Heart goes to … Eileen D.

A World Apart goes to . ..  Christina L. Riggs

Born In Vengeance goes to … Amy Ryan

Born in Sin goes to … Kai W.

Me Tarzan–You Jane goes to …  Katrina Hill.

Winners: please check your inbox for a message from Amazon delivering you my books ;)

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VBT–House Divided by Jennifer Peel. Excerpt and giveaway

24 Mar

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There is a law irrevocably decreed in the state of Alabama that you must choose a team. You’re either an Auburn fan or an Alabama Fan. There is no fence sitting or waffling. It’s one or the other. However, it doesn’t mean that you can’t fall in love with someone from the opposing side. They even have a name for it … House Divided.

Ellie Eaton and Brady Jackson were just such a couple, but unfortunately they were separated by more than just their loyalty to a university. Against the odds and against the rules, Ellie and Brady dove right into the forbidden current of friendship and then love. Their sweet, innocent romance was one for the storybooks, but old rules and family prejudices ultimately tore them apart, just as they were each ready to depart to their beloved universities, Ellie to Auburn and Brady to Alabama. But years later, when near tragedy strikes, they’re brought together again and given a second chance at love, this time with help from some very unlikely sources.

House Divided is a sweet romance filled with southern charm, a dash of humor and, for good measure, a pinch of lies and intrigue.


Praise for the Book

“House Divided was one of those books that made me want to ignore my children, my to-do list, my need for food, and pretty much anything else that would keep me from reading. Jennifer Peel has a real gift for depicting first love, heartbreak, and hope.”

“A tender, soft, story that truly is a gem to read.”

“Ms. Peel has created a story that stands as a tribute to true southern gentility, it’s foibles and strengths. Truly a beautiful read that gives heart and meaning to true devotion. She truly knows how to weave a story that has beauty and true southern charm.”

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Jennifer Peel HeadshotAuthor Jennifer Peel

I’m a Colorado native who currently calls Alabama home. I’m the mother of three amazing children who have grown up way too fast. I enjoy the mountains, vacations at the beach, date night with my husband, late night talks with my kiddos, touring model homes, and pink bubblegum ice cream.

I grew up on the Western Slope in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. I learned to love the beauty of the outdoors, but not camping–unless staying overnight at the Marriott counts. I met my husband while living in Denver and then several years later we traded the beauty and majesty of the Colorado Rocky Mountains for the art and culture of Chicago, Illinois. My family and I enjoyed living near this world class city, despite the crazy cold winters, but new adventures awaited in Northern Alabama–just six hours away from Orange Beach, Alabama. These three magical places (the Colorado Rocky Mountains, Chicago, and Orange Beach) are the inspired locations used in several of my books.

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I was so thrilled that Brady was in my home that I didn’t notice he wasn’t acting like himself. I pulled him into our drawing room where the fireplace was lit and the twelve-foot high Christmas tree sparkled in the dimly illuminated room. Under the tree sat my wrapped present for Brady. I retrieved the present and sat in front of the fireplace on the floor. Brady sat next to me, and before I could say a word, he pulled me to him and kissed me like he never had before. It was like a man kissing a woman, not a boy kissing a girl. I could barely breathe when he was done. His breathing was ragged too.

“Well, Merry Christmas,” I said. That was present enough for me.

He smiled that country boy smile I loved so much, but it was then I noticed it didn’t touch his eyes like his smile always had.

“What’s wrong, Brady?”

He pulled on my hair, like he always had. “Ellie …”


He took a deep breath and looked at me with his baby blues. “We can’t be together anymore,” he quickly blurted out.

I just shook my head. Surely I had heard him wrong, but I knew I hadn’t.

I backed up, and he scooted closer. The tears welled up in my eyes and in his. “Please, Ellie, just listen to me.”

“My name is Ella,” I replied bitingly.

“Ok … Ella. I’m so sorry, but being with you is tearing my family apart, and with my daddy so sick … I … I have to … I have to do this for my family. Can you please understand that?”

I was speechless. I loved him. I had broken my aunt’s rules and heart for him. And he, he was the one who pursued me and who had to shout it to the world that we were together. How could he just end it like that? I didn’t understand. The tears began to flow. He tried to wipe them away, but I wouldn’t let him. I didn’t want him to touch me.

He stood up, but before he left, he looked down at me. “I love you, Miss Ellie.”

How could he? I just stared up at him blankly.

“Don’t worry, Ellie, you don’t have to say it back. I love us enough for the both of us.”

Recap Festival of Books

20 Mar

Recently returned, recovered and recharged after the Tucson Festival of Books I decided to make this post about my experience while at this fabulous event.

This was my second year participating and, as it happened last year I travelled Friday along with Kris Tualla, Morgan Kearns and Deena Remiel, all longtime friends and incredible writers. Packed in Kris’ van the ride from Phoenix to Tucson was uneventful but really funny. These ladies have a tremendous sense of humor and we can really laugh our heads off about the smallest thing ever. We spent the day setting up the booth, housing …. writers. I was thrilled to see the friends I made last year but also meet new ones. 


Dinner time found us all spent but still willing to laugh. A yummy dinner along with a bottle of white wine turned our evening into a memorable time not to mention the creative waves sparking around us like fireworks. Then… along came Aaron Michael 

After a quick breakfast Saturday morning, pumped up and ready to go we made our way to the U of A campus where we opened our Pandora boxes full of books and proceeded to set up.

Old friends like Mimi Sebastian, Anna Questerly, Virginia Nelson, Sharon Hamilton, Erin Quinn, Leslie Jones soon joined us. And, like in similar occasions when you’re surrounded by people you love and get to do what you love most–talk about all things books–time is fleeting. For two days my heart burst with pride for all my friends who follow their dream of writing, breaking all roadblocks and enjoying their journey through publishing. For two days my heart burst with happiness that I too get to follow my dream, placing my books in readers hands, one book at a time. (sorry for the poor quality of my photos; my iPhone gets a low star review for that reason :( )



My feet were on fire after standing for two full days. My back demanded a massage. My body screamed for rest. But despite all of that I’d do it all over again. The part I don’t like is saying goodbye to my friends. Life and families and jobs take us back to reality but nothing can take away what we go through together, our memories, love and mutual respect. Nothing can take away our writing and the passion for it.



Lucky Leprechaun Giveaway Hop

17 Mar

I have two reasons to celebrate Lucky Leprechaun:

1. Because my son’s name is Patrick. He is the best kid ever (well not a kid anymore since he’ll turn 21 in June, but for me he’ll always be a kiddo).

2. Because of a giveaway I’m part of organized by Kathy@ I’m A Reader Not A Writer and  and running between March 17th-29th. Thank you ladies!


In celebration of this event I decided to be really generous by giving away e-copies of each one of my books (see all covers on the right side of the screen):

Hidden Heart

A World Apart

Born In Vengeance

Born in Sin

Me Tarzan–You Jane

What you have to do to win? Simple: either become a follower on Twitter @CamiSkibaOR follow this blog by clicking on the button to the right called “Sign me up!” (atop all images) OR become a fan on FB and leave a comment with your link.  

Enjoy hoping and good luck!

Tucson Festival of Books — March 14-15, 2015

13 Mar

To all Book Lovers,

Time to load on books, Peeps! The Annual Festival of Books held at Univ. of Arizona in Tucson, AZ is officially here. Books and their lovely “parents” (yes, we writers call books our babies) will be present at one of the biggest book events in the entire country. 


Come join us on March 14-15 between 9:30am and 5:30pm for books, swag, giveaways, autographs and much more. All books will be sold at incredible affordable prices, you better plan on buying all presents on your Christmas list :)

Come see me in booth 107  where I’ll be selling books along with some of the most amazing authors: Kris Tualla, Morgan Kearns, Deena Remiel, Mimi Sebastian, Sharon Hamilton, Virginia Nelson to name a few, and many more. 


See you all there!

The story of… Patty Cakes and Tippy Toes

9 Mar

In my previous post I promised to tell you the story of nicknaming my son Patty Cake and his girlfriend Tippy Toes. 

Over the years Patrick earned several nicknames: as a little kid he was Boaba which in Romanian means Bean or Auriu which means Golden. The nicknames came natural, to some extend caused by his appearances: Boaba because his blue eyes had the form of beans and Auriu because his hair was well, the color of gold. Not very creative, huh?

Some time during middle school and all the way through high school he became just… Pumpkin. He was mortified when he hung out with his friends at our house and out of the blue I’d call, “Pumpkin, lunch is ready!” Talk about all-times-parent-moment-embarrassment. I hope I didn’t scar him, but in my defense I was just being … mom. 

Fall of 2013 marked the beginning of a new era in Patrick’s life: college. And with anything new why not get a new nickname? I remember cooking one evening and he was helping me (which unfortunately it doesn’t happen as often as I wish). Maybe it was because of being hungry, or cooking, I’m not sure, but somehow and out of the blue I called him Patty Cakes. We burst out laughing and since then Patrick is  Patty Cakes. 

January of last year Patty Cakes brought home this super cute/adorable/friendly/loving/funny girl he met at school. He didn’t just bring her home; he snuck her in the house for the first two times, late at night. Between my husband –who can hear a needle drop in my neighbor’s house and my dog–who barks at anything that comes near our house within a two miles radius, Alyssa walked in without anyone knowing. We couldn’t name her anything but Tippy Toes, right?

We never know what the future brings but today Patrick and Alyssa are still an item, so madly in love, so perfect for each other and happier than ever. Time will tell if they’ll earn other nicknames, but for now Patty Cakes and Tippy Toes fit them like a second skin.IMG_2354