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Fool For Books Giveaway Hop

31 Mar

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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! http://www.amazon.com/Camelia-Miron-Skiba/e/B007C79L1S/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1″

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2. Post to Facebook: “All Camelia Miron Skiba’s books on sale for .99 cents each!  http://www.amazon.com/Camelia-Miron-Skiba/e/B007C79L1S/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1″

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

THANK YOU and GOOD LUCK!

Winner Announcement for the Lucky Leprechaun Giveaway Hop

30 Mar

The Lucky Leprechaun Giveaway Hop is over. Using random.org 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.

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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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EXCERPT

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 …”

“Brady?”

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. 

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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 :( )

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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!

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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. 

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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. 

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See you all there!

A tree atop a hill…

3 Mar

Here we are officially into the 3rd month of the year and once again I’m amazed how fast time just blows by. 

I remember as a kid back in communist Romania and going to school including Saturday, and how slow time crawled. Sometime after I turned 30 I experienced this rush and time did begin to move at a faster pace.

Anyway, this post is not about the lack of or how fast time moves but about how I chose to spend it. 

Last year I began March with a post that–in reading it now–brought back lots of memories. From having Mom here in the US, to my nephew’s health issues, to book appearances that post made me re-evaluate where I am a year later.

Right of the bat I can say I’m by far healthier. I began working out regularly and falling back in love with my own body. Anyone who struggles with her body image knows exactly what I’m talking about, right? I mean, we women have a tendency to be our worst critiques, aren’t we?

I’m also happier. I find that just looking at a cloudless sky  can make me really happy. Years ago, I was either too busy to observe the beauty surrounding me or that alone wasn’t enough; I needed something else or someone to make me happy. Now I can make myself happy with little things from a cup of coffee to a book to a manicure or as simple as holding my husband’s hand. 

I’m busier than a year ago. My day job is so crazy fast-paced that I find myself arriving at the office, blinking then 4pm hits the clock an voila: time to leave. I’m doing so much more that my job title no longer encompasses what I do: personal assistant, manager, travel agent, event planner, academic personnel coordinator and occasional shopper. A dear friend of mine who opened a spa asked me to help her getting it going in terms of front desk coverage. Between August  ’14 and January ’15 I worked 7 days a week. You read it right: seven days a week. The only time I took off was when I travelled or for book appearances. I’m now only on Saturdays at the spa, keeping my Sundays for all things household, hanging out with friends or (if the Muse strikes) writing all day.

In the evening I become mom and wife. Dates about two times a week, sometimes more. Patty Cakes (don’t tell my kid I posted this here, he’d be mortified) doesn’t need my help so much with homework since Tippy Toes really cracks the whip and pushes him to study more. I know the two nicknames totally grabbed your attention, but I promise to write another time how we came to nickname my son and his girlfriend. 

After dinner I once again become something else: writer. The places I go, the people I meet, the people I get to know inside and out, even their deepest secrets–there’s no way to really capture in words how writing makes me feel. With renewed energy, my fingers run over the keyboard, transforming the voices in my head in words on the paper, one story after another.

At times I envision myself a tree atop a hill, with deep roots, always loving, always feeding, always nurturing, always creating, always protecting, always growing…. I know Camelia is a flower but hey, if I wanna be a tree I sure can, right?

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