Mondays are for Excerpts

28 Jul

HIDDEN HEART– Excerpt

Tessa planned a trip to her cabin up in the mountains for the weekend ahead. It was the right place and time to tell Alessandro about the baby and her plans about it.

She met with a doctor and discussed her options. He explained how an abortion was done, what to expect and how to prepare for it.

Ever since she’d found out she was pregnant she tried really hard to feel something for the baby, to love it and accept it every way possible. But she couldn’t. She still didn’t touch her own belly—other than the quick brush of the sponge during the showers or while applying body lotion afterward.

Once she decided upon abortion, all she needed was to tell Alessandro and prepare for it. What if he rejected her? What if he packed and disappeared forever from her life? She couldn’t take it any longer. No holding back. She needed to be strong and go for it. No matter the consequences.

This is it. Today I will tell him.

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VBT– The Husband Maker by Karey White. Excerpt

23 Jul

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The Husband Maker by Karey White

Charlotte’s a girl with nicknames. She may not love being called Charles or Chuck, but the hardest nickname to take is the one she was given in college, the one that’s followed her now for too many years. They call her “the husband maker” and sadly, it fits. Every guy she’s dated since high school has become his next girlfriend’s husband. Not hers. Not three girlfriends down the road. The next.

Is she doing something wrong or is she just cursed?

When Kyle Aldsworth enters the picture and sweeps her off her feet, Charlotte begins to hope that maybe she’s not destined to be single forever. A senator’s son with political aspirations of his own, Kyle’s wealthy, handsome, and in need of a wife. Will Charlotte be disappointed yet again, or will she finally be able to make a husband for herself?

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Mrs. Shelton’s words bounced around in my head. They call her the husband maker.
“That’s quite a frown you’ve got going there.”
“Sorry.”
Angus dipped his head, forcing me to make eye contact with him.
“Don’t be sorry. Just talk to me.”
“Have you heard anyone call me the husband maker?”
Angus leaned back in the booth and shook his head. His dark, worried eyes watched me. “Who told you about that?”
“So you have?” When he didn’t immediately speak, I knew the answer. I sighed and leaned back against my seat as well.
There we sat, both of us slouching against our seats, looking at each other.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered.
“Now why would I do that? Why would I purposely tell you something that would hurt your feelings?”
I should have appreciated his desire to spare me, but at the moment, I wasn’t sure what to think. “Wouldn’t a real friend be honest with me?”
“I was honest. If you’d ever asked me, I’d have told you. I wouldn’t have lied to you. But I don’t think a real friend would jump at the chance to share something hurtful. Wouldn’t a real friend be protective?”
I shrugged.
“Who told you?”
“No one.”
“Then how—?”
“I overheard Hannah Shelton’s mom in the restroom. She was telling some other woman that everyone calls me the husband maker.”
“Not everyone, Chuck.”
“You know what I mean. And why shouldn’t they? There I was at Harrison’s wedding. I guess I just made him a husband. I guess I made Skyler a husband. And CJ and Jerry and . . . I can keep going if you want me to.” I would have kept going to illustrate my point, but my voice was starting to quiver, and in a minute, I’d only have two options—cry or yell at Angus. As upset as I was that he’d never told me, I knew he didn’t deserve to be yelled at. He was here for therapy, after all.
“Charlotte.”
His voice was full of concern, and he used my given name, so I knew he wasn’t kidding around.
“What?” My voice cracked.
He shook his head. “Don’t worry about what people say. You’ve had bad luck. That’s all. It isn’t your fault.”
The waitress brought out our food. “Can I get you anything else?”
“This is great, thanks.” Angus wasted no time piling food on his plate. “I hope you’re hungry,” he said after she left.
“I can’t believe we’re eating this much food at almost ten.”
“If the food doesn’t take your mind off all this junk, the heartburn will.”
I laughed.
Angus’s voice turned serious again. “If you wish I’d have told you, I’m sorry I didn’t.”
I nodded. I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer, but I had to ask. “Have you ever called me that?”
“Of course not.”
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Author Karey White

Karey White grew up in Utah, Idaho, Oregon, and Missouri. She attended Ricks College and Brigham Young University. Her first novel, Gifted, was a Whitney Award Finalist.

She loves to travel, read, bake treats, and spend time with family and friends. She and her husband are the parents of four great children. She teaches summer creative writing courses to young people and is currently working on her next book.

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Christmas In July–Blog Hop

21 Jul

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Merry Christmas Everyone! I know, I know it’s only July but who doesn’t like another Christmas middle of the year? Here we are for another exciting blog hop organized by Kathy at I’m A Reader Not a Writer and Laurie Here. This hop lasts between 07/22 and 07/31 with my winner announcement on 08/01.

Hop Rule:

Feature a Christmas Book or allow the winner to choose a Christmas book or provide them a gift card to a book store to purchase a Christmas book.

Easy rule, right?

Well, I’m gonna go the extra mile and offer not a book, not a gift card but a  . . .  DVD. I recently watched New Years’ Eve and absolutely loved the movie. If you haven’t watched it I encourage you to do so, you won’t regret it. Besides, Josh Duhamel and Zac Efron plays in it, along with a bunch of Hollywood’s fave actors and actresses.

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For your chance to win this DVD ( giveaway US only) all you have  to do is FOLLOW THIS BLOG BY EMAIL by clicking on the button to the right called “Sign me up!” (atop all images) and leave your answer to the question:

What’s your fave Christmas movie? I go first and say it’s a tie between New Year’s Eve and The Holiday.

Good luck everyone!

Mondays are for Excerpts

21 Jul

HIDDEN HEART– Excerpt

It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how she felt toward him or what could become of them. She had baggage. She carried someone else’s baby. It wouldn’t be fair to drag Alessandro into this mess.

Wrong timing had somehow become her mantra.

Tessa stood and straightened her shoulders in an attempt to brush off the panic that constricted her heart. I will be all right.

Someone cleared his throat close by.

“Are you okay?” Alessandro handed her a glass of champagne.

She thought of refusing it, then changed her mind and accepted it. She didn’t drink. Instead she toyed with its long stem.

“Yes, I’m okay.” She sighed. “Look, Alessandro . . . I . . . I’m tired. Thanks for the drink, I better go now.” She left the glass on the banister and walked away.

“Please, don’t.” He grabbed her wrist, then let it go. He looked into his own glass, and pushed a hand through his hair.

The gesture looked so familiar. How she’d love to do that, sink her fingers in his thick hair. “I . . . I have a feeling I scare you. I just want to make sure you aren’t running off on my account.”

She weighed her words. “To be honest, yes you do scare me. I just can’t handle you one minute warm and fuzzy and next colder than ice, I just don’t do well with mood swings like this. I like to know what to expect from people and with you it’s impossible, and quite frankly it’s exhausting.”

“I’m so sorry for all the times I couldn’t be myself around you. I know the past few weeks have been a nightmare for you because of the accusations, but things are about to change.”

“Are they?”

“Yes. As you know, I don’t like to mix work with pleasure, but given the circumstances, I’ll make an exception. I’ll no longer be part of the investigation.” He sighed then pushed a hand through his hair. He looked nervous.

Tessa flinched at the heavy feeling settling in her tummy. Someone else would take over and put her through hell. Accuse her of something she didn’t do. She’d be sent to jail, pregnant and all alone.

“Oh my . . . ” Her knees buckled.

Alessandro helped her sit on the nearby bench. They fell silent for a while.

Tessa fought back tears, absorbing the news. She looked up at the sky and forced a smile. “It’s funny how when I first saw you in the office, I feared your presence. Now, I panic, knowing you aren’t going to be there anymore.” She looked at him and asked, “May I ask you why?”

“Well, there were some vital facts that I had to take into consideration and I realized I can’t go any further without jeopardizing something very important to me.” He placed his glass on the banister, then rested his elbows on his knees and looked sideways at her.

Tessa understood. He believed her guilty and their history put him in an awkward situation. His job was very important to him, yet pointing his finger at her made it that much harder to finish off the investigation. She couldn’t blame him for not wanting to have anything to do with her, with her messy situation. She stood.

“Tessa,” Alessandro stood and faced her. “I . . . I don’t know how to say it, I—” He folded his hands in prayer, pressed them against his lips and closed his eyes. He struggled to find his words. He opened his eyes, “I haven’t been in or desired to be in a relationship since my wife died.” His eyes bore into hers, then he looked at her lips. “I have not wanted a relationship, until now, Tessa.”

 

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Western Roundup Giveaway Hop

19 Jul

Yaaaaay! Another awesome giveaway hop this time organized by MK McClintock. Thanks, MK! Western Roundup Giveaway Hop runs between 07/19 and 07/31 with my winner announcement on 08/01.

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This hop features books in the western genre and sub-genres. Whether it’s cowboys, wizards on horseback, magical beings in the old west, or pioneers on a wagon train, historical or contemporary, if it’s in the western genre, it qualifies. I recently finished Texas Hold’Em by Christie Craig and since I loved the book here I am offering a paperback copy of it (US only) as a prize for this hop.

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What do you have to do to win it? It’s simple: FOLLOW THIS BLOG BY EMAIL by clicking on the button to the right called “Sign me up!” (atop all images) and leave your answer to the question:

Who’s your favorite western romance author? I go first and say: Linda Lael Miller. I read her McKettricks’ Brothers series several years ago but I still remember with clarity how much I truly enjoyed reading it and her heroes are still with me after all this time.

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New Release–The Necromancer’s Betrayal by Mimi Sebastian

16 Jul

 BLURB:

Her powers have been hobbled. Her enemies are growing stronger.
Old loves challenge her. And her worst betrayer may be herself.
Necromancer Ruby Montagne is battling for her life in the realm of demons. Unfairly branded for the death of a fellow necromancer, she’s got to prove her innocence without the full use of her magic. And the real culprit is still on the loose.

While someone is stalking her friends among the witches, Ruby searches for answers inside the dark intrigues of both the demon and necromancer worlds. Ruby must confront this new, sinister threat while reconciling her feelings for her former lover, a demon warrior. Only it’s difficult . . . because a sexy vampire is making it clear that he’d like to be more than just friends.

The competition for Ruby’s trust heats up as the enemy pushes her toward a dark side that could threaten the entire realm. Yet what can Ruby do when she’s not even sure what she is? With the fabric separating the realms at stake, she must decide whom to trust. But will the ultimate betrayal be her own?

SNIPPET:

A hand I knew all too well rested on my shoulder. “Come dance with me.”

My first impulse was to huff, having watched him with Portia, but I smoothed my feathers and smothered the small fire that had been smoldering all night. If Ewan wasn’t going to bug me about Lysander, then I wasn’t going to disturb this quiet, soothing, if not a bit dangerous peace. It probably helped that I was just buzzed enough to agree, and maybe that had been his devious plan. I let him lead me to the floor and envelop me in his arms for the slow dance. His hesitation joined mine for a brief moment when our bodies connected, melting every nerve ending.

I can’t do this to myself.

I moved away from him, but, sensing my skittishness, he tightened his grip, pulling me against his chest. My breath caught and my body buzzed with longing and want. We danced for a few moments to let the popping world around us settle. I understood why it was so much easier to attack each other, find an irritation to mine, an axe to throw, because all of that was easier than enduring this crippling longing, feeling this gaping hole carved in my chest.

When my heart finally stopped tripping over itself, I carefully settled my cheek on the soft silk of his shirt. He pressed his lips to my ear, and his breath, tinged with whiskey and his spicy demon scent, overwhelmed me and everything, everyone around us melted in a blur. He pressed his thumb against my side, grazing until he found the round swell of my breast. I felt his smile against my cheek when I suppressed a moan. My rebellious arms somehow found their way around his neck.

“You’re insufferable,” I said.

“Charming.” His breath puffed against my earlobe, causing my nipples to harden.

“Smug.”

“Confident.” He continued to rub and caught my nipple with one devious flick, eliciting a sharp gasp.

“Arrogant.”

“Gracious.”

“Oh, hell.”

“That, too.” He tightened his arms even more. “Do you know how much I want to throw you over my shoulder, take you to my place, and make love to you? I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much I want you.” His words, whispered into my ear, soft and husky, about undid me.

“This conversation is not a good idea.” But my body screamed, throbbed to hear the rest of what he wanted to do.

“Why? Don’t want Lysander to see me kiss you?” He glided his lips across my jawbone, leaving my skin zinging everywhere he touched. “He kissed you.” His words, tinged with a note of regret, sent a violent shiver through me.

“No. Stop. What if Malthus sees?” I pushed away from him. He loosened his embrace, giving me an extra inch of space, without removing his arms from my waist.

“Maybe I don’t give a damn.”

“I had an interesting talk with Portia.” My words had the intended effect, throwing a bucket of freezing cold water over the conversation. I hated to extinguish the passion I so craved, but our talk had veered into the same morass that led to nowhere but despair.

“That was mean,” he said, his eyes clouding with frustration.

“What? Talking with her or bringing it up?”

“What did you talk about?”

I smirked. “Sharing.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Maybe I don’t want to know.”

“Do you trust her?”

“It’s wise not to trust anyone for the time being, but I’d be surprised if she was involved.”

“You might try talking to her the next time you’re together.”

“I haven’t been with anyone since you and I made love.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Guess I can’t say the same for you.”

Ah, back to the pain. It almost felt better. At least we’d enjoyed most of the evening before igniting the white flag. I should have shot back at him with some retort, admonished him for judging me, but I was too buzzed and confused with guilt and readily accepted my role as dartboard for the night.

“So tell me, are you and Lysander serious? Do you care for him?” he asked.

“Yes, of course.”

His arms stiffened.

“He’s a friend,” I added.

His eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

“I’m not dating him. I’m not dating you either. Yes, we—” Frustration stifled my words. “What do you want me to do? Wait nine years? I don’t think our relationship can stand nine years of hurting each other.”

His arms tightened, tightened, tightened and suffocated my thoughts. “He’s using the blood exchange to manipulate you.”

“He’s not manipulating me. You know better than that.”

“Lysander is a very old vampire, and I can assure you, he didn’t spend those hundreds of years in a monastery. He knows exactly what he’s doing.”

“Just like you know exactly what you’re doing with Portia?”

“That’s different.”

He let me pull out of his embrace. “Sure it is,” I said, before turning away from him. The bar came into view and, needing a destination, I sprinted off before he could prevent my escape. I chanced a glance back and saw Portia had claimed him for the next dance. He whirled her onto the dance floor, but not before locking eyes with me for one last, hard stare.

AUTHOR’S BIO

Mimi Sebastian raised herself on books and the strange and unusual, and an unhealthy dose of comics and movies. When a career as a punk guitarist failed to materialize, she completed her degree in urban planning, spent two years in the Ivory Coast with the Peace Corps, and another three years in Brazil. By day, she debates the merits of transport oriented development, by night she writes about necromancers and pirates. She’s convinced she could live off coffee, ice cream, and comic books, but is sure only one of those is good for her health.

She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of RWA. A transplant from the beaches of Florida, Mimi now wanders the desert in Phoenix, AZ, and attempts to balance writing with a day career, fantastic family, and household diva: her Amazon parrot.

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Mondays are for Excerpts

14 Jul

HIDDEN HEART– Excerpt

“I sure hope that there’s a good explanation for this!” Tessa stormed in Alessandro’s office and tossed at him several papers.

“Good morning would’ve been a pleasant way to start our conversation or a knock on my door would’ve been even nicer. What can I do for you?” he leaned back in his chair and interlaced his fingers as his elbows rested on the chair’s arms.

“This is not funny, Mister Santinelli, but let’s see. I stopped this morning to get gas and tried to pay with my card and I can’t, because guess what? My account has been blocked. And then, I call my bank and they tell me that no withdrawal can be made until further notice. I’m thinking, it must be a mistake, so they pass my call to the supervisor and when she tells me the same story, I demand to talk to the director and he tells me he too is sorry for the inconvenience but they received a note requesting my bank activity for the past six months to look for illegal transactions. Do you have any idea what embarrassment you’ve caused me? How am I supposed to live without money?”

She paced his office, one hand on her hip, the other on her forehead. She didn’t see him closing the door and stopping in the middle of the room while she walked right by him.

Alessandro waited for her to stop pacing. He held her papers. Face to face, they stared at each other for a while.

She threw her hands in the air and then slapped her thighs. “Well?”

“Sorry you found out this way. I tried to move as fast as I could, unfortunately it got out of hand. I wish there was a different way to solve this problem, but I don’t have much I can use for the investigation.”

“And you decided it was okay to block my accounts? How many times do I have to say I. Did. Not. Take. The. Money? And what happened to the investigation being on hold?”

“Ms. Cosma . . . Tessa . . . As harsh as it sounds, we need to find out where the money went, because it didn’t end up in the farmers’ hands, that’s for sure.” He brushed a hand through his hair, caught his forehead between his thumb and his index finger and squeezed his eyes shut. Then he opened them as he rubbed the back of his neck. He seemed to be in pain.

“How do you know? How could you figure out they didn’t receive the money? I was there with them, in the notary’s office, handing them the money. It didn’t by some mysterious way end up in my purse, for God’s sake!” She took a step closer, snapped the papers from him and walked away.

“Wait, Tessa, wait, let’s talk.”

She stopped and came back to confront him. “There’s nothing you can say that would change this mess. This is Romania and you foreigners come here and think that you can operate the same way you do in your countries. But the truth is, if any of you would take the time to find out, we do so many things differently. You might think closing my accounts will clear once the investigation is over and I can use that bank happily ever after. But I won’t. Next to my name there’re red flags being drawn as we speak and I can never go back there. I’ll have to switch to another bank. Did you know that up until three years ago, no Romanian knew what a debit or a credit card was or how to use it?”

She saw his eyebrows drawn together and the astonishment in his eyes. She sighed and shook her head. “I thought so. I just wished you’d tell me what you plan to do. I would’ve brought you my bank statements. I’ve nothing to hide because I didn’t take the money.”

She felt defeated. She closed her eyes trying to fight back tears. When Alessandro’s palms clasped around her shoulders, she opened them.

“Tessa, listen to me. I had no idea this was going to happen. I’m so sorry, believe me. I thought it’d take me a few days top to verify your transactions, see the pattern of your expenses, see something that would put the accusations to rest.” He squeezed her shoulders and bowed closer to her face. “I’m not your enemy here, you must believe me.”

She peeled his hands off her shoulders, one by one then walked away. Before she left, she looked at him one more time. “But you’re not my friend either.”

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