Cover for My Lady Knight of Avalon!!!

She was King Arthur's daughter. Once known as Princess Mary Pendragon, fifteen hundred year old immortal warrior witch, Molly Pendleton is on a quest to stop time from unraveling into a dark and terrible future. With Merlin's help she will time travel back to the golden age of Camelot and come face to face with someone from her future.

He was the grandchild of her best friend. Collin Remington never dreamt that magic flowed through his veins or that he would become a knight of King Arthur's court.

With evil quickly taking the upper hand in King Arthur's realm, Molly and Collin must fight against time itself. Will their love be enough to save the future?


I'm excited to announce that I've received the cover for My Lady Knight of Avalon, which is a Faery Rose Novel contracted with The Wild Rose Press. The cover artist is Tamra Westberry! Thank you for such a lovely cover, Tamra! :)

~Marly

My Kind of Hero

Have you ever fallen in love with one of your own characters? I have. His name is Matt Walker and he’s the hero of my latest novel, It Happened One Summer. When I wrote the book, I pictured Matt to look like Andy Garcia but with blue eyes.

He’s tall, dark haired with piercing eyes that appear to see into your very soul. He fills his suit very well because he has an athletic physique. What I love about him though [apart from his looks] is that he’s not perfect. His fringe is a little floppy, so he pushes it back out of his face. When he gets excited he stutters slightly over his words. When he’s concerned about something his eyes turn from blue to almost grey with concern.

Matt is a man of principle. He cares about his elderly mother—that’s why he returned from Brazil to be at his widowed mother’s hospital bedside and to be there when she was allowed back home. Although he has to dress smartly for his new job as area manager for the charity Cancer Concern, he’s not particularly comfortable in smart clothing at all. He’d much prefer to wear a T-shirt and jeans like he wore when he worked with the street children in Brazil.

Matt’s life is thrown into array when he meets the feisty manageress of the Cancer Concern charity shop. She thinks he's an awkward customer not her new area manager! He thinks she is putting up her feet at the back of the shop when she leaves the shop floor, little realising she is crying over the fiance she lost a few months back. Although the pair doesn’t hit it off initially, Matt eventually realises he cares more than he intended to for sensuous Sandy Perkins.

His life is further complicated by fiery vixen, Stephanie Baynham. Steph is sex on legs for any man and when she worms her way into the apartment he has borrowed from their mutual friend, Lawrence Black, he’s left with the dilemma of whether he should or shouldn’t do what many a red-blooded man would when an irresistable offer is handed to him on a plate.

It happened one summer to Matt Walker, but you’ll have to read the book to see what that was...

Lynette Rees has two books out with The Wild Rose Press: It Happened One Summer and the follow up, Return to Winter. To purchase books, click on link below:

It Happened One Summer

http://tinyurl.com/2o48lv

Return to Winter

http://tinyurl.com/2o9o6p

First Review for Sweet Revenge!

Sweet Revenge has been given five angels by Carly over at Fallen Angel Reviews, here's a snippet of what she had to say,

This is one Regency romance that is less about
frippery and frills than about human nature and
revenge. I was pulled into this story right away. The
exchange between Carys and her horrid aunt is
priceless! The nasty old woman is just plain rotten
but Carys is quick-witted enough to give as good as
she gets. I laughed out loud at the dialogue! So witty
and fast paced, it made the words race by. The mystery
of this is intricate and could be a bit confusing if
the reader doesn’t follow closely. The love story is
sweet, and I like the fact that forgiveness and moving
on is part of this story.

Sweet Revenge by Marly Mathews is a very enjoyable
story, one that is both entertaining and amusing!

Reviewed by: Carly

You can read the full review by following the link below! I'm going to go and continue my happy dancing!!! :)

Sweet Revenge Reviewed at FAR

~Marly

Coming Soon to Crimson Rose!

Where Do Your Ideas Come From?

I’d like to introduce myself. My name is Tina LaVon and I’m a new author with Wild Rose. My, suspense, Liquid Hypnosis, is coming soon to the Crimson branch of the garden.
The question I’m asked most often is, “Where do you get your ideas?” The seeds for my stories come from the packet called What if? I sprinkle them with an overactive imagination and observations of human behavior. A news report, event in my life, or a scene from a movie can grow into a bud of an idea. You twist and sow those ideas until you have a scene, then a chapter, then a novel.
For example, I heard an undercover agent was working the nightclub scene in Scottsdale, AZ. He was probably after men slipping date rape drugs into women’s drinks. Date rape drugs mess with your mind. Then it him me; What if a chemist making an antidote for date rape drugs accidentally invents a chemical that controls your mind? What if his supervisor steals the drug to commit murder? That was the seed and series of thoughts that grew into Liquid Hypnosis.
Keep a watchful eye out for exciting news!! I'll soon be announcing the release date of Liquid Hypnosis, along with the launch of my website at www.SuspenseByTina.com

Love of My Heart

Thanks to all of you who bought "Love of My Heart" and made it a bestselling long novel in The Garden Gate and on the Faery Rose Line charts. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. Look for my new book, "A Sigh of Love," coming soon from The Wild Rose Press, a contemporary romance about a fateful night flight to Alaska in search of love.

My current work in progress is set in the Caribbean and is a paranormal including...of course...pirates and a lonely woman. Sigh... I plan to submit that to my editor at The Faery Rose Line in August. I can't wait to see if she likes it as much as I do.

I'd love to hear from you. Please contact me at bessmcbride@gmail.com. My website is www.bessmcbride.com. MySpace is www.myspace/bessmcbride.com. I'll keep in touch.

Bess McBride

"Romances for the Shy Girl in All of Us"

Finally, This Season release day!

Finally, This Season releases today! I'm so excited! I love seeing this beautiful cover on the "New Releases" line up!

This is my eighth short story with The Wild Rose Press. I'm just as thrilled today as I was the day my first short story with them, For The Love of Grace, came out. I just love being a part of this publishing house, being here with this dynamite group of talented authors and getting to know readers who appreciate a good romance. What more could anyone ask for?

A litte about Finally, This Season...

Alexandra can’t think of anything more annoying than being told she must choose a husband, and soon, but that’s exactly what’s happened. Her father has decided she’s of an age where marriage is appropriate—necessary, even—and has decreed she will choose her own husband this Season or he will do the choosing for her. What is a proper young woman to do in circumstances such as these? That is precisely what Alexandra is contemplating as she takes a walk in the park, and accidentally kicks a stone at a handsome stranger.

And a taste of the story itself...

Alexandra Parkington kicked random stones into the greenery beside the red-cobbled walk with the toe of a shiny black side-button shoe. The mildly violent action gave her some measure of relief from the vexing issues in her mind—although not enough.

Not nearly enough. There was no way to avoid the inevitable. Perhaps she’d have to give in and…

Accept it? Never, not while a breath remained in her, not so long as she possessed the wits to run, not even if all the powers of Heaven and—

“I say, have you some valid reason for this assault, or are you simply using me for target practice?” The words caught Alexandra unawares, and she stopped short, her sapphire blue skirts rustling as they swirled around her ankles.

The gentleman who stood before her bent to rub his shin, giving her a satisfying, albeit brief, look at his thick black curls and wide shoulders. When he straightened, she saw that his features matched his voice. Boyish good looks, dazzling smile and a sturdy physique comprised the man whom she’d had the unfortunate bad taste to mark with a stone. The offending rock lay on the ground between them, equal distance between Alexandra’s skirt and his polished shoes.

“A poor choice of weaponry on your part, if your intention was to kill me. But if it were merely to maim, then this was an excellent selection.” He pushed the stone forward a scant inch with his toe before bending to retrieve it. Tossing it into the air, and then catching it, he smiled. “So, which was it? Death or disarming? Because I assure you, Miss, I am completely disarmed by your charm, if not your projectile.”

I hope you'll take a look at Finally, This Season. And if you do read it, please let me know what you think of it. I love hearing from readers!

My editor just sent me the cover of my short story, my first contribution to our beloved Press. It will be released as soon as I see the galleys and okay that. I'm hoping I did the magical computer key pressing to get the cover into my blog posting. Sorry to be so much of a plebe.
I'm excited about seeing my story available out on the Wild Rose Press site. It is in the Vintage Rose line, Minature Rose length of 6500 words. Let me give you a description a bit different than my first and only other post.

Leroy Doyle, a chemistry major and track star, is in grade trouble after flunking calculus in his second semester freshman year. He wishes for brains like Jody Stinson who his chemistry major friends don't like. They describe her as arrogant and frigid, terms they feel are too kind for her. Leroy refuses to judge anybody that harshly. Well, wouldn't you know, he winds up with Jody as a lab partner in their sophomore qualitative analysis class. Despite her sharp remarks and unwillingnesss to socialize with him, he strives to get along with her. In fact, he can't get his mind off Jody, even at the end of the first day they met. A hard workout at the track does his body good but not his mind. The physical exhaustion fails to free his mind of Jody. He's hooked and labors to win her heart. Let me give you a different excerpt than I gave earlier, one that will make you like Jody a bit more than that first excerpt.

One day in lab Doctor Braddock approached Leroy and Jody.
"The two of you are doing so well in lab that I'm going to have to make a change."
"You're not going to split us up are you. . .Professor?" Leroy quickly asked. Boy, he lost control there. Jody stared at him. He blushed.
"Don't get you Bunsen burner out of whack, Doyle. I'm going to give the two of you separate unknows. No collaboration. You'll continue to share glassware and chemicals. I need to know it you're as good alone as you are partnering." With that, he gave them separate unknowns with the stipulation they finish in the regular lab time.
"Well, this will be a time crunch," Leroy exclaimed.
"What's the matter? Don't you think you're up to the task?" Jody asked.
"Well, there's one way to find out." Leroy realized the barbs had been resharpened.
He finished his unknown with five minutes to spare, Jody finishing a few minutes before him. Doctor Braddock looked at their results and gave them both an A. As they walked into the brisk November air, Leroy closed his coat collar tighter to shut out the wind. Jody's hair was longer and it spread neatly on the fur collar of her coat, appealing to him.
"I suppose you'd like to use the B-word to describe me. You know, the word applied to female dogs?"
"I would never use a word like that to describe you," Leroy said, wondering if she cared how he would describe her.
"It doesn't matter anyway," she said.
"I'd be really ticked off if I heard somebody call you that, if that matters to you." She didn't comment so he continued. "There are two B-words I would use to describe you though."
"Oh, and what would those words be? Again, I don't know why I care."
"I'd like to tell you those two words over a milk shake at Benny's this evening."
"You've been bugging me all semester for that shake. Why is that so important to you?"
"I'll answer that over the shake too, and this is only the fifth time I've asked you."
"You've been keeping track?"
"Sounds like it, doesn't it?" We can study too. It's quiet at Benny's in the evening and deserted. We won't consider it a social outing or date since we'll be studying too."
"All right. What time?" Jody sighed.
"Really?"
"What time, before I change my mind."
"Seven. The evening meal crowd will be gone."

There you have it. Longer than I intended.
Thanks Mia and Allie for your welcome comments.
Mia, stay out of those hallways.
Allie, I'm a runner too.
Until next time. Larry

Reading romance novels aid weight loss?

~ Lynette Rees~

I don't know where I read this, but I wonder if it's true. Can reading romance novels help keep you slim? And if so, how does this concept work?

The only thing I can think of that makes any sense, is that reading romance novels can give the reader a sense of well being. The Happy Ever After ending is the normal prerequisite in this type of novel, so consequently, this might make the reader feel more content with life which in turn stops them dipping into the biscuit barrel.

On the other hand, I suppose the reverse could happen. What if a woman is married to a couch potato who belches, scratches his balls and refuses to get off his backside as she serves him hand, foot and finger. What if the lady in question reads of this fantastic, have-a-go hero with rippling muscles and a well toned torso who f***s like a dynamo. She glances at the couch potato realising that she's spent her best years with a man who cares very little for her.





Does she do a * Shirley Valentine and go searching for her own hero or settle for what she's got, pull out a packet or two of potato chips, a box of chocolates, a bottle of Strongbow cider and join her Mr. Couch Potato [ala Wayne and Waynetta]?





I plan to give the * Romance Reader Diet a go. I intend to read as many romances as I can lay my sticky little fingers on over the next couple of weeks and I'll let you know if I end up like Waynetta Slob or Winona Riding.

Watch this space...

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Coming in ebook from WRP, July 27, 2007! THREE OF SWORDS!

THREE OF SWORDS is a paranormal romantic mystery, Book One of the Magical Mysterious Sisters Series, and so very near and dear to my heart. I hope all WRP readers will love it! Here's an excerpt, a taste of the magic, mystery, murder and romance that is THREE OF SWORDS....

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A shadow cast over me and I looked up, just as the sun set behind a man standing at my booth.

“Excuse me.” A deep, male voice filled my senses. “Do you have a permit to perform fortune telling?”

I squinted up at him, moving to my left to get a better view. It was Mr. Tall and Dark. “Yes, I do. Who are you, and why do you ask?”

“Adrian Burke. Police Chief of Fort Bedford.”

So, this was the new guy in town, direct from Chicago. I hadn’t met the new Chief yet. He’d been on the job for about three weeks. Local residents were already choosing sides as to whether or not they liked him. So far, the voting ran about fifty-fifty. I wasn’t sure where I fell in the polls, but the frown on his face wasn’t helping his cause. “Welcome to Fort Bedford, Chief. Here’s my permit.”

I opened my pouch and pulled out the paper. The law requiring permits for “fortune telling” originated decades ago with my Grandmother, one of the many failed attempts on the part of the town council to curtail her herbal and magical work for her clients. Granny had thrived on the conflict, the battle to uphold the ancient ways. I was the complete opposite.

Chief Burke took the paper from my hands and scanned it, his dark brows pulled low over his eyes. Did this man ever laugh? I didn’t see much evidence of it. He returned it to me, a bit of frustration in his expression.

I couldn’t resist. “What’s the matter? Sorry you can’t run me in?”

He cleared his throat as a guilty look crossed his face. “I’m checking to make sure all booths have their proper licenses.”

“Really? How many booths have you checked?”

“Just yours, so far.”

I picked up the cards and shuffled, but kept my gaze on him. “I see. How interesting. I take it you’re not a supporter of Tarot?”

He gave me a slight grin. “I wouldn’t say that. Although it does make me think of that Jamaican lady on those old late-night commercials.”

I laughed. “Please don’t compare me to her. I bet she couldn’t get a permit in Fort Bedford to save her life.”

I lowered my gaze from the Chief for a moment and pulled a random card from the deck. The Lovers card leapt into my hand, its naked and nubile male and female side by side, unashamed and passionate. By the gods, no. I shoved the image back into the stack and set the cards aside. “I’m Selene MacPherson.” I put out my hand in greeting. “I own Mimosas and Magnolias. It’s a restaurant down on the shoreline.”

He took my hand. His grasp was warm and firm, with a confidence that communicated this was no “small town guy”. His fingers held the calluses of a man who knew how to work hard. The burn scars on the back of his hand surprised me. He abruptly ended the handshake as soon as my gaze touched them.

I looked up in surprise, a vortex of energy pulling at the edge of my consciousness. The Festival scene around him began to narrow and recede as his image grew sharper. It was as if his spirit demanded my awareness. Against my active will, a part of me pushed open to receive him. A great surge of sorrow rushed forward, like an ocean wave at high tide. The force of it shook me. I’d never felt that much emotion from someone so quickly. It was—

The high-pitched voice of Gladys Miller shook me out of my trance. “I’m praying for you, Selene MacPherson.”

Oh, no. Just what I’d feared. Why had I let the Foundation talk me into running this booth? I swallowed my embarrassment and smiled at her. “Bless you, too, Mrs. Miller.”

The older woman’s mouth snapped shut into a thin little line. She stalked away toward the town gazebo.

The Chief motioned toward her retreating back with his thumb. “A fan of yours, I take it?”
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Want to know more?? Next Friday reveals all!



Here's an extra. What are reviewers saying about TOS? Here's a taste:


"Adrian is the new Chief of Police in this quaint little town, and not used to the quirks of small town life. Adrian comes from the crime ridden streets of Chicago, looking to escape the shadows of his past. He has only just started and already a murder has taken place, and there are very little clues left for the investigators to find.

Selene has tried to reassure the townspeople that she is in fact a normal woman, and not the witch she is rumored to be. All she desires is her and her daughters to be able to live a normal life, free from scrutiny. All that changes when a murderer comes to town and strikes close to home, Selene is forced to use her powers. Selene feels the impressions left by the victims before their death and as such becomes the Chief’s most valuable asset. She has come a long way to securing the normalcy she has coveted, and now it may be too late.



Three of Swords is a magical tale that emphasizes the importance of family. Selene, our heroine keeps us in suspense as she wrestles with her beliefs and emotions. And Adrian our sexy man in uniform battles with control as he is overridden with guilt over his inability to close this case. The two characters trying to overcome their demons make this one enjoyable read.

As you delve deeper into Three of Swords you start getting into the mind of a killer, with supernatural ability of his own. Nothing can be taken at surface value, leaving this book with an ending that will take you by surprise. Joanna Moore makes witches proud as she includes the elements necessary to captivate her readers, and for this reviewer the only complaint is it wasn’t longer. Three of Swords is required reading for anyone needing a little suspense in their lives."

---Reviewed by Joyce at Kwips and Kritiques


I look forward to meeting all the readers next Friday, July 27th! Until then,

Hugs,
Joanna K. Moore
www.myspace.com/joannakmoore
www.joannakmoore.blogspot.com

It Happened One Summer Releases Today!

Three Suspects...

Two Lovers...

One Stalker...


It Happened One Summer releases today in digital format. It will be published in print on 12th of October.


Here's a short excerpt:

“I don’t know if I can take much more of this, Matt.” She stood in the doorway of the bedroom behind him, like a little girl lost—a far cry from the strong, confident woman who sent him out shopping for her dinner party that morning.

“This person may just want to knock you off balance in some way. I think it may be an idea if you went along with these e-mails. It may help the police catch the culprit.”

“You mean I should try to get into a conversation with the Grim Reaper?” He nodded. “I don’t know if I can. I just want to switch the computer off and not check my mail ever again.”

“I’ll tell you what... how do you feel if I pretend to be you? The author will have no idea it is me responding, will they? And you don’t even have to look at any of these e-mails.” He wanted to spare her any further trauma, but he had to find out who this person was before they got to Sandy.

He got up and held his arms wide open for her, “Come here...” She didn’t hesitate to go into them, as if they were her sanctuary. Heck, he wanted to tilt up her chin and lower his mouth to her lips, to lose himself in a kiss with her. But he knew that wouldn’t be the right thing to do—the timing was all wrong. She was vulnerable right now, and he had no intention of playing on that fact.

Sandy looked up into his eyes, holding his gaze for a moment, “Matt, I think I should cancel the dinner party this evening.”

“No, don’t do that. Look, one of your guests could be the Grim Reaper. You know what they say: Keep your friends close, your enemies closer. He felt her shiver in his arms. “I’ll be here to support you. I won’t be drinking and I’ll be keeping an eye on everyone.”

“But suppose it is one of my guests. How would they have my e-mail address?”

“It’s not as difficult as you might imagine. I found an old pal of mine when I came back to Britain, just by typing his name into one of those ‘People Search’ engines. The search turned up a few other people with the same name, so I contacted all of them to find out which one it was. Don’t forget, this person may already have your e-mail address if you have given it to them at sometime or another.” His heart sank when he remembered Sandy had entered her e-mail address on her employee details form. Would she think he was harassing her?

“That’s the worst part Matt. The not knowing, it’s killing me.” He watched her face crumple as she began to cry again. He hoped her words wouldn’t turn out to be prophetic

Finally, This Season Countdown!

I'm so excited! Finally, This Season releases next week! That's right, one week from today! This is my first English Tea Rose title and I had such fun writing it.

Doesn't it have the most gorgeous cover?

A peek into what to expect from this story...

Alexandra can’t think of anything more annoying than being told she must choose a husband, and soon, but that’s exactly what’s happened. Her father has decided she’s of an age where marriage is appropriate—necessary, even—and has decreed she will choose her own husband this Season or he will do the choosing for her. What is a proper young woman to do in circumstances such as these? That is precisely what Alexandra is contemplating as she takes a walk in the park, and accidentally kicks a stone at a handsome stranger.

Just wanted to stop in and say "hi" and invite you to countdown with me to Finally, This Season.

Until next time,

Sarita

Sarita Leone

New cover for me!

Just had to share my new cover for my Champagne minature rose, Avenue Of Dreams!

Blurb

Molly Daniels is summer holidaying in a small town in the country to recover from a broken marriage. She’s hurt, disillusioned and unsure of her future. She last thing she is looking for is a man.

Sebastian Lord is the town’s most eligible bachelor, a title he hates. Having given up on a successful career in the city he now owns a small farm and is content to hide away there, away from the real world that has hurt him in the past. Since his fiancé was killed four years ago, he’s refused to enter the dating game again.

They’re an unlikely pair, but Seb’s wayward dog has a habit of bringing them together. They give into their attraction and share a hot summer together, but can they let go of the past enough to embrace a future together?

Avenue of Dreams is coming soon!

Who do you write like?

by Maggie Toussaint

I was recently asked this question at a booksigning for my romantic suspense, HOUSE OF LIES. Truthfully the question stumped me for several heart pounding seconds. I'd worked hard to write like me, so this question was especially difficult.

By a miracle a few NYT bestseller names in my genre popped into my head. "JD Robb, Lisa Scottoline, Lisa Gardner, Linda Howard." All the while I knew that my style wasn't like these giants, but at least our stories were both romance and suspense.

The woman said she'd never heard of them. I figured I'd lost the sale. Then she rattled off a list of straight romance authors she'd read and I had heard of them. When she paused for a breath, I said, "My book is like those books, but there's a big secret tossed in too."

Her eyes widened appreciatively and she handed me a book to sign for her.

Keep on writing!

Maggie Toussaint

House of Lies available now from TWRP

No Second Chance coming soon from TWRP

"Corn Maze" has a Release Date!

My first Climbing Rose Miniature Rose, Corn Maze, will release on August 1st!

I'm thrilled to have Corn Maze bloom in TWRP's garden. I hope you'll look for it. The Climbing Rose line is going to be very exciting.


Twelve-year-old Hannah Barnes is just like all the other girls in her small Georgia town, except for one little detail. Hannah’s best friend—make that her only friend—is a ghost. When the annual Sweet Pea Festival arrives, Hannah discovers the secret to freeing Lilah from her earthly bondage. Hannah has a decision to make. Will she help Lilah move on, or will she hold on to her best friend?

"Love of My Heart" on The Wild Rose Press Current Bestseller List

Quick!!!! "Love of My Heart" is #6 on The Wild Rose Press Current Bestseller List. You do not want to miss this!!! Who knows how long it may last???

Woo hoo. I have already thanked the academy and everyone who made me the writer I am today. :-) Ad nauseum.

Thanks to all of you who have bought my book. I hope you enjoy the story and that you contact me at bessmcbride@gmail.com. Feel free to friend me at www.myspace.com/bessmcbride. I need many, many more friends.

Again, don't forget to check me out on the "current" bestseller list!!! This may never happen again!!!!

Bess McBride
www.bessmcbride.com
www.myspace.com/bessmcbride
bessmcbride@gmail.com

The thirteenth was my lucky day!

The thirteenth turned out to be my lucky day! I was interviewed by the lovely Rachelle for her wonderful and informative blog which is featuring author interviews all month long. She is also hosting a terrific contest this month which you can enter by simply posting a comment to her blog.
To read the text of my interview, visit Rachelle's blog here : http://www.zyphe.blogspot.com/

Thank you, Rachelle, for inviting me to participate in the author interviews on your blog.
I hope that everyone is having a great weekend - and congratulations to all those with new releases and new contracts!

Lauren Delaney
Romance that knows one true thing. Love changes everything.
http://laurendela.tripod.com/
Dark Encounter ~ available as part of the Black Rose line at the Wild Rose Press.

New Covers, and Coming Soon!

Coming soon! The re-issue of THREE OF SWORDS and SEVEN OF CUPS by Joanna K. Moore, from the Wild Rose Press! The covers are spectacular. I'm so glad to be a Rose! I'll post more as soon as I know the release dates.
Hugs,

Joanna K. Moore

Logans Redemption Coming Soon

Hi, Everyone, please check out upcoming Crimson Rose releases. Logan's Redemption is coming soon. I'm really excited about this. I loved writing this book and I hope it touchs readers' hearts the way it did mine. I'll post the cover soon and the blurb. Thanks.

Carolyn Matkowsky w/a Cara Marsi

New "kid" checking in.

This is my first post and I'm happy to be associated with TWRP and all you members. I have a short story that falls into the Vintage Rose line and Miniature Rose in length, about 6500 words. As soon as my editor tells of the editing that it needs then it will be coming out. I'll let you know and will be looking forward to any comments or opinions you have on it. My editor assures me that being a male author and writing from the viewpoint of a man will not be a problem. I've worried about that and I know Nicholas Sparks has certainly made a go of that but then I certainly don't claim to be a Nicholas Sparks.
My story is entitled Lab Partners and takes place in the 1950s. Here is a brief summary.

Leroy Doyle, a chemistry major and track star, is bordering on scholastic probation due to poor math grades during his freshman year. He doesn't need a girl friend to distract him from his studies and has no intention of seeking one. Well, those intentions go out the window the first day he meets Jody Stinson, a sophomore chemical engineering major and the smartest student in the sophomore class. She is arrogant, beautiful, and non responsive to Leroy's friendliness. This serves to fuel his interest in her especially since they are lab partners in their qualitative analysis lab. She makes it clear she has no desire to socialize with him. Leroy tries to tell himself it is for the best but he cannot convince himself.

Let me give you a short excerpt which I gave to TWRP.

"Hi, I'm. . ."
"You going to be late for every lab?" She asked as he placed his books near hers.
"Leroy Doyle," he said, extending his hand for a shake. She ignored it, maintaining a scowl.
"I'm hoping my literature professor will allow me to leave class five minutes early the day we have lab. Smith Hall is a long way." Leroy gave up and withdrew his offer for a hand shake.
"I'm not interested in your excuses. I'm only partnering with you because Doctor Braddock insists everyone have a partner," Jody said, staring at him with her piercing brown eyes.

There you have it and my first post. See you next time.

Larry Hammersley

Sick of the summer sizzle? Can't afford to jet or cruise to some exotic tourist destination?

I've got the solution. Find the perfect affordable escape in The Wild Rose Press garden.

Here are three suggestions to get you started:

http://tinyurl.com/33ndbl "The Christmas Promise," a Wild Rose Press Champagne Rosette. Fast forward the calendar to snowy winter and take advantage of this bonus offer: Just send an e-mail to the author: Susannerose@wildrosepublishing.com) with "The Christmas Promise" in the Subject Line. You'll have to read the story first so you can identify the secret recipe when you send your e-mail. Santa will send you a copy of the secret recipe.

http://tinyurl.com/2wlc43 "Lucki In Love," a Wild Rose Press Champagne Rosette, introduces you to a Cupid who looks exactly like a blueberry Popsicle until Lucki thaws him out!

http://tinyurl.com/3d2gsc "Forever Love," a Wild Rose Press Champagne Rosette, is a roller coaster ride of a plot packed into a story short enough to read on your lunch break.

Hope you enjoy your escape from summer into the wonderful world of The Wild Rose Press!

Susanne Rose

Boogie down with me!!

It's release day!!!

Now available from The Wild Rose Press.....



Disco Angel
by Stacy Dawn

Bobby Hues has his eye on the Disco Angel jiving around Electric Nights Roller Disco. But what would Miss Spring Break 1976 and the foxiest chick he’d ever laid eyes on want with a lowly grease monkey like himself?

Summer Benton’s heart started racing the minute she rolled her broken down ride into Bobby’s garage. When he gets a gig working at her favorite hang out, she thinks she has it made—but the quiet hunk still isn’t talking. A little push on her part starts the wheels rolling—in the wrong direction. Now she has to figure out how to lose the wrong guy, and convince the right one she digs him enough to be his Disco Angel, forever.

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And even more good news. My editor loved Christmas on Parole! So for those who asked for more Santa Claus Holloran and Noelle, Alberta from my last year's release Reindeer Games, watch out....you just got what you asked for!!! Woohoo!

My First Climbing Rose has Cover Art!

My first Climbing Rose release, Corn Maze, now has a cover!

Isn't it beautiful?

Here's a quick blurb:

Twelve-year-old Hannah Barnes is just like all the other girls in her small Georgia town, except for one little detail. Hannah’s best friend—make that her only friend—is a ghost. When the annual Sweet Pea Festival arrives, Hannah discovers the secret to freeing Lilah from her earthly bondage. Hannah has a decision to make. Will she help Lilah move on, or will she hold on to her best friend?

No release date yet, but it's getting closer!

Stuff To Do In Dallas

Who's excited about RWA National Conference? Weeee! I know a lot of the WRP authors are going and I can't wait to see you there!

And in case you're worried that the workshops, lunches, events, receptions, etc, etc, etc, won't keep you busy enough, my helpful coworker, who used to live in Dallas, sent me a list of stuff to do:

Dining / Clubs:

West End Marketplace: Walking distance from the Hyatt with a number of clubs, music halls, and shopping.

http://www.dallaswestend.org/

Deep Elm: Similar to West End but more local oriented and more trendy: Short cab ride from the Hyatt. May also be able to take the light rail.

http://www.deepellumtx.com/main.html

If you want something which is very typical TX:

Y.O. Ranch
214-744-3287
Upscale Tex-Mex featuring steak and game

Shopping:

Both of the above areas have a variety of shopping areas, but some others you may wish to see.

Original Neiman Marcus: Short walk from the Hyatt or short cab ride. Worth looking at as it has a little of everything.

http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/info/store.jhtml?storeId=01/DT&_requestid=38859

Galleria: Bit of a trip but you won't ever have to leave. Has Ice Skating rink and every imaginable type of store / restaurant you could want. Probably a 45 minute cab ride from downtown depending on the time of day and day of week you go. Best to go on weekend or after 6 at night as traffic will be less then.

http://www.galleriadallas.com/

Enjoy.

Blog contest!

Today is my day to blog at our Wicked Whispers Authors blog spot.

I'd love for you to come by. If you leave a comment any time on our blog this month, you will automatically be entered in a chance to win one of our popular Hottie Hot Bags at the end of the month. Each bag is full of author goodies like bookmarks, magnets, note pads, whatever else I can stuff into them!

Hope to see you there!
Veronica
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Veronica Arch
www.frontiernet.net/~veronicaarch

Chat Celebration at RWA Online!

As many of you might know, I'm the President of RWA Online, an online subchapter of RWA National. I'm also one of the two chat divas that RWA Online has.

On Friday, July 13th 2007, we are having a public chat to celebrate our new shiny chat room. This chat will be open to members of RWA Online, and we're also opening it to the public. So, if you're not going to the RWA National Conference in Dallas, and you feel like having some fun be sure to put on your party hats and come and join us! Ellen and I as chat divas will be acting as the moderators, though the chat will have a celebratory feel to it. We will be offering doorprizes! The chat will start at 9 pm EST and end at 11 pm EST! So if you read or write Romance, this chat is for you!

Here's the link to the chat room,

RWA Online's Shiny New Chat Room

Get ready to PARTY!



~Marly

Good to be here!

My name is Veronica Arch and I'm happy to be joining TWRP.

My story "Deep In the Heart' is going to be coming out as a Rosette under the Black Rose line. I got my cover art today and I love it! My release date is TBA but I will be sure to swing by and announce it when it does come out.

I'm looking forward to meeting everyone!

Thanks,
Veronica

I'm a New Rose in the Garden

Hello, everyone! I'm Deb Logan and I've just signed on for the new Climbing Rose line. I'm so excited to be among you.

When I have a clue about release dates, I'll let you know. For now, I'll just say that I have a rosette (Angelic Voices) and a miniature rose (Corn Maze) in production.

Have a fabulous week ... and a wonderful holiday for all the Americans in the garden!

---Deb

Return to Winter is now available in print!

I'm thrilled that Return to Winter is now available in print! All proceeds will go to Cancer Aid.

Purchase here!

Here's an excerpt:

Stephanie sat in Dylan's armchair next to the fire place and kicked
off her boots. It was eleven-thirty. She must have dozed off as the
next thing she knew she was opening her eyes and the clock showed that
it was almost midnight. That was odd. Surely it wouldn't take Dylan
half an hour to fetch a couple of bottles from the cellar?

She slipped back into her boots and walked down the corridor in the
direction of the cellar. When she got there, the door was slightly ajar.

"Dylan!" she cried out, her voice echoing into the abyss. There was no
answer, so she pushed the heavy, creaking door until it opened fully.
She searched for a light switch but failed to find one. Perhaps if she
walked down the steps, there would be a switch at the bottom.

It was ice-cold as she descended the stone steps that had probably
been there for generations. Somewhere down in the very depths of the
castle, she heard a faint dripping sound.

Putting both palms on the wall, she scaled her way down in the inky
darkness. Good, she found a wooden rail she could hold on to.

Something brushed against her face and she almost cried out with fear.
Just a cobweb, she reassured herself. You're losing it, lady. Maybe
this was a daft idea and she should retrace her steps back up to the
top. But what if Dylan was lying at the bottom injured? That thought
was enough to spur her on.

Finally, she got to the last step and found a switch and the light
came on. It was very dim, but at least she had some illumination. She
searched around and found a small, dusty table, on top of which was a
candle holder and a box of matches. She struck one and lit the candle,
just as the light bulb fizzled out.

Shadows flickered in the cellar, casting an eerie impression. "Dylan!"
she cried out again. But all was silent. There were rack upon rack of
bottles down here. They must be worth a fortune, she mused.

It was no use, she couldn't find Dylan. She was about to go and then
let out a gasp, the hairs on her neck standing on end as she saw a
woman coming towards her carrying a lighted candle. Then she relaxed,
and let out a long breath when she realised it was only her own
reflection in an old bar room mirror on the wall.

How silly she was being, imagining all kinds of things. She composed
herself and made for the stairs. The cellar door slammed shut and the
candle blew out. Terror gripped her as she fought to keep in control
of her senses. The thud in her ears deafened her as she heard her own
heart beat as loud as a drum. What if no one found her?

"Help!" she tried to shout, but fear made her voice sound weak.
"Someone please help me!" Then she put her hands out in front of her
to try to find her way out.

Stumbling over something, she tripped and fell, hitting her head
against a wine rack. She put her hands out for something solid to help
her to get to her feet and touched something soft and warm. It was a
human leg, someone was standing by her side.

"Dylan, thank goodness. Help me up."

Two strong hands came towards her and helped her to her feet. Then
they forcefully grabbed her from behind, one hand slipping over her
mouth. This was her worse nightmare and she had no idea who it was.
Trembling, she feared she would black out and then what would happen?
Her legs felt like they were going to give way. I have to do
something. She tried to scream but the large hand was firmly clamped
over her mouth...

Bay Leaves and Bundles review

The new Fallen Angel Reviews are out and Missy gave Bay Leaves and Bundles five angels! The entire review is here.

I'm tickled she enjoyed the story!

~SaritaLeone

Do people really rest on their vacations?

I've been on vacation (a long sought after, long anticipated vacation) for a few days now, and I'm more tired now than when I started out. Running around, chasing back and forth, worried that my money isn't going to last. Funny how it always seems like a lot until you get where you're going and then it's not enough.

I have less time to write and when I do, people peer over my shoulder. I never liked writing in public, but funny--I never classified a guest room in my mom's house as public before. If public is defined by volume, then this blue and beige extra bedroom is Pike's Place Market.

Like a weird funhouse mirror, my world is getting all tarnished and warped with time and distance. The words don't come and deep thoughts get derailed with, "So...what are you writing?"

There's this old management adage that goes, "give a project to a busy person." Because you just know that person will slot it into her to-do list. My writing is fine when I'm strapped for time, but this vacation stuff is eating me up.

Maybe I need a to-do list.