Friday, October 13, 2017

FREE Event in Las Vegas

Hi all, 

I will be hosting a table at this free event next Saturday. Although seating will be randomly assigned, I'd still love to see you there. All authors will be signing books afterwards. ♡

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Author Tami Cowden

I love to visit England. 

                I have been three times so far, and will undoubtedly visit again.  In my first trip to England, we stayed in a condo the Midlands over Christmas, and ventured out in a different direction every day.   We visited Lincoln, Nottingham, Leicester, Stratford, and Warwick, along with a day trip to London. In the other two trips, we were stayed in London, taking in the many sights there.

                I love England because I have always been an English history buff.  In fact, I can recite the Kings and Queens going all the back to Edward the Confessor. So, on our travels, we tend to take in a lot of the historical sites.  But that doesn’t mean we only visit castles and cathedrals.

                One of my favorite stops was at the race course at Towcester.  Seeing the steeplechase races was very exciting, and I won  £17 on a bet.   But, since it was England, there was also a good dose of history.  Towcester is located where a Roman garrison town called Lactodurum was situated, so  we were able to see the old Roman wall, still standing nearly two thousand years after it was built. There are many Roman  sites in England, and the London Museum has an excellent exhibit.

                On our most recent trip, aside from Windsor Castle, Kensington Palace, and the Tower, we visited a Cartoon Museum, the Sherlock Holmes Museum, the British Museum, the Victoria and Albert Museum, and the British Library.  The latter had a genuine copy of the Magna Carta, which was pretty cool.  We also took a boat trip on the Thames, a barge trip on the canal, and visited the London Zoo, the world’s oldest scientific zoo. 

                You can’t visit London without trying the theater.  I fulfilled my lifelong dream of seeing the Mousetrap, which has been continuously running in London’s West End for 65 years.  We also took in a couple of comedies, which had us rolling in the aisles.  And we learned of an English tradition – ice cream during intermission!

                Despite having packed in a lot during my three visits, there are still tons of places to visit and experience in this lovely country.  I am sure I will be visiting again in the near future.

the marquee for the Mousetrap

the obligatory shot of Big Ben

Sitting on a throne in Kensington Palace

the moat garden at Windsor Castle


Title: Love for the Holidays (my story, “Christmas Time in Las Vegas”)
Author/pen name: Tami Cowden

Genre:  Romance

Publisher: Sin City Romance Writers

Date of Publication:  Nov. 3, 2017

·         ISBN-10: 0998672157
·         ISBN-13: 978-0998672151

Number of pages:  350 pages
Word Count:  65,000


(for Book) Love is always in the cards with Love for the Holidays. Las Vegas temperatures are cold in December, but the heat from these seductive holiday tales will keep you warm. Whether the hero is a casino owner, executive, playboy, or rancher, they’re no match for the ladies of Vegas, when Christmas magic is in the air

(For my story)  Caterer Bree left her partnership years ago, unable to overcome her forbidden attraction to her best friend’s husband. But now Liam has come to Las Vegas, single again, and with a little girl in tow. Bree knows she should stay away. But she’ll risk heartbreak to show this little girl that the Christmas spirit is alive and well in Vegas.  

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“Oh, Miss Jessica, you are quite the brat, aren’t you?” Bree muttered.
“What did you say?”
Startled, Bree turned to the direction from which the deeply voiced yet icy question had come. Finding herself staring straight into the neatly tied knot of a very charming tie sporting a pattern of candy canes, she lifted her gaze up several inches. A pair of glacial blue eyes seared her. Yet, despite the anger emanating from his glare, she could not help but notice the rest of his face.
His very gorgeous face.
His familiar face?
For a moment, she reveled in the sight of the man standing before her, amazed that he was actually there, in the flesh. For so long, she’d had only memories to keep her company. He’d gained a few creases in the corners of his eyes, and that neatly trimmed beard was new. But otherwise, he looked just as she had remembered. Just as he appeared in her fantasies every night.
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, drinking in the pure joy of seeing him.
“Liam Morgan?” The name of the man for whom she had harbored a secret, forbidden passion for more than eight years slipped from her lips.

Author bio:

Tami Cowden lives and writes in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her first novel, Cruising for Love, won a Golden Heart from Romance Writers of America, and was published initially by Avalon. It is now available from Montlake Romance.

Tami is also the coauthor of The Complete Writers Guide to Heroes and Heroines: Sixteen Master Archetypes, a guide to characterization for writers. Tami has presented writing programs on characterization, plotting and scene building at more than 100 writing conferences and retreats, as well as online. Due to popular demand, she also authored a follow up book, Fallen Heroes: Sixteen Villain Archetypes.

A lawyer by day, she is now working on a mystery series about a divorce lawyer who inherits a Las Vegas wedding chapel. Tami lives in Las Vegas with her husband, two basset hounds, and four cats.

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Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Author L.A. McGinnis

I have been visiting Sanibel Island, Florida since I was about five years old, which would be since 1968.  I can remember when the island was still pretty uninhabited, and we’d drive down a washboard road to get to Bowman’s Beach (my dad would drive as fast as he could while we rattled around in the back of the station wagon), or the sandy road to old marina where they dumped the shrimp straight out into the dock and then scooped them, alive, into paper bags for you to take home and boil for dinner.

Nowadays the island is a little more urbane, but it has lost none of its charm.  We still find a way to get down there at least once a year, and it still feels like home every time I drive across that (brand new) bridge, eye to eye with the pelicans. 

We’re beach people, so the majority of our time is spent on the beaches.  I write every day (or at least until my battery runs out), once my laptop goes dead, I read.  Over the years, we’ve visited every beach, and they each have their particular charm.  Bowman’s has the tidal pools and long sand bars and is wonderful for shelling, the Lighthouse beach is long and shallow, with great views of Fort Myers beach across the bay, and Blind Pass beach, since they dredged the sand out of the pass , has a great current in the channel for both fishing and swimming.  

Back when visitors began pouring in, and the residents feared over development, a large portion of the island was set aside as a refuge, limitations were set for development, and the result is a mix of largely unspoiled, natural island vegetation and pristine beaches.  Our favorite places to eat are Doc Ford’s Rum Bar (great mojito’s and Yucatan shrimp), the Mucky Duck (since 1976- their grouper sandwich is the best), Matzaluna (Italian), Traders and the Over Easy CafĂ© for breakfast.  Shelling is best at low tide, and the island has retained the slow, relaxing vibe of island life, but if you like the night life, it’s just over the bridge in Fort Myers.

We’re actually leaving tomorrow, and I can’t wait to go back!


Title: Shadows of Ghosts
Series and Book #: Shadows Series Book I
Author/pen name: L. A. McGinnis

Genre:  paranormal romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication:  October 4, 2017

ISBN: 978-1-5092-1623-9

Number of pages: 294
Word Count:  78,000

Driving to South Carolina to claim an inheritance from a total stranger didn’t figure into Logan Dean’s long term plans. But she'd be a fool to pass up an opportunity, and her mother didn’t raise any fools. Now she's a pawn in a vampire war and fighting to stay alive. Thankfully, she’s discovered an ally in mysterious Ian Grant. As her feelings for Ian grow, Logan comes to realize if she wants the love she deserves, she's going to have to fight the demons of her past.

For over a hundred years, cynical Ian Grant swore to never love another woman. But from the first time he saw Logan, he knew an ancient part of his history had come back to haunt him, and the one thing he doesn't want becomes the one thing he has to have.

Two irreconcilable lives, five hundred years of history, and all they have to do to live happily ever after is defeat the evil that threatens to tear them apart.

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“Why were you talking about me?” Logan countered. Ian walked towards her, but she didn’t back away, fueled in part by curiosity, but mostly because nobody pushed her around. When his golden eyes locked on hers, a strange, sweet feeling swept through her.
The man simply…dazzled. With his fallen angel beauty framed by hair the color of copper and a body that flowed as gracefully as smoke. But it was those eyes, she decided, eyes as gold as Midas that did it for her, slanted above a smile as dangerous as a predator’s.

A wondrous feeling blew through her, like she’d missed him, like her heart had been broken a thousand times and now was finally whole. He was how home smells when you don’t even know how much you’ve missed it until you come through the front door and there it is. Waiting for you.
“Who the hell are you, Grant?” She managed, as he stopped a few inches away. The fierceness of his gaze set off another sensation, and as need curled through her, she reeled. It was as if she knew. Knew what his mouth tasted like. Knew his weight on her body. Because she’d felt them before. Staggering forward, Logan found herself caught by capable hands. “Oh God, what’s happening to me?”
Warm breath feathered her ear. “You’re curious, aren’t you? You feel it, don’t you?” Logan stood helpless, held in place not by him but by something inside her that made it impossible to leave. And when he reached out and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, a gesture so tender, yet so achingly familiar, she couldn’t breathe. “You always had the most beautiful hair.”
“What kind of games are you playing, Grant?” Logan managed.
“Unfortunately for us, Miss Dean, this is not a game.” Clouds covered the sun, cutting off the nimbuses that fractured the gloom, plunging the room into shadow. It was a sign, she thought, of something momentous. Or at least, she was going to take it as a sign, which meant pretty much the same thing. Right about then she realized they weren’t alone.
“What the hell is going on here, Ian?” Face burning, she stepped away from him immediately. Busted. Robert carefully looked between the two of them, a growing awareness on his face.
Grant smoothly took over. “I just drove out to see Bart’s old place. I’d hoped Miss Dean might be interested in selling.” Just like that, he became completely detached. Gone was any trace of whatever had happened between them. The moment felt stolen, instead of real. He didn’t want Robert to know. Know what, she wasn’t sure, but she did remember Robert’s final words yesterday…get the hell out of here, Ian… Her legs were still a little shaky, but as the distance opened between them, her bearings came back. Fine, she thought, two can play at that game.

“Mr. Grant was explaining to me his plans for Aviemore.” She felt Grant’s jolt of surprise behind her. “I’m afraid I’ve…” she went on sweetly, “…fallen in love with the old place, too. So, of course I can’t sell.”
It was a small victory to see that coolness crack for a second. “Then I believe I won’t waste any more of your time.” Footsteps echoed down the empty hall.
Logan held up a hand to Robert. “Give us just a sec, will you?” She waited on the porch until Ian opened his car door before calling out. “Why did you come out here, Grant?”
“You don’t want the kind of answers I’ll give you, Miss Dean. Trust me.”
She bit back a laugh.  “Yeah? Well, sometimes those are the only kind you get.”

Author bio:

From the first time she picked up a book, L.A. was hooked. By the time she left elementary school, she’d read every volume in the C. H. Campbell library, forcing the poor librarian to order more Norse mythology books. When she wasn’t running through the woods or rescuing animals, she could be found curled up in the backyard with a book, escaping to even greater adventures. But Laura always dreamed of the day when she’d tell the really, really big story, the tale of growing up in the American twentieth century. But between riding horses and driving fast cars, somehow her teenage years flashed by. Realizing that everyone has to grow up, she walked into a classroom at KSU and began studying Chaucer and Shakespeare and Old English, and once again fell in love with storytelling. Eventually, her creativity came full circle, and as she changed from artist to mother, the dream of the Great American Novel was put on hold by all the other things that big life demands. Then one day, in between rolling her eyes and ordering her son to complete the ten page report that was, of course, due the very next day, she had to stop for a moment when he challenged her, “Well, when was the last time you wrote ten pages?”

So she wrote, badly at first, and then, to her delight, discovered that she loved it, perhaps even more than she had before. After pecking out a longer-than-life YA novel and a somewhat convoluted apocalyptic horror manuscript, she finally found a genre that she adored. And once the first draft was done, she thought, well, this really isn’t too bad. Not as bad as say…the convoluted apocalyptic horror story. After more edits than she can even count, she hopes you enjoy Shadows of Ghosts, the story of Logan and Ian. Laura is a graduate of Kent State University, and has been writing since 2007. She belongs to both the RWA and the NEORWA and has attended the annual Sanibel Island Writer’s Conferences, as well as the NEORWA Writer’s Conferences, and participates in their yearly writing retreat.

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Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Author HL Cherryholmes

London. I love the U.K. in general but I absolutely adore London. I’ve been there four times and will be heading back this December. One of my favorite visits was when my husband surprised me with a trip to the London Star Trek convention for my birthday. We’d already been twice before and done most of the mandatory touristy things like Buckingham Palace, London Eye, the arts museums and the Tower of London so the vacation was just about the convention.

But, when you’re in London or its outskirts there is always something amazing to see or do just around the corner. “Oh look! Across the street from our hotel is an eleventh century church, partially destroyed in 1941. Let’s take a look.” You can’t trip over a Tribble without landing on a piece of history when you’re in London.

London, like NYC, my second favorite city, feels instantly familiar because you’ve seen it in movies and read about it in books. It doesn’t take much to see beyond the modernity and know you’re walking the streets Charles Dickens, George Orwell, Virginia Woolf, and so many other writers have traveled. The city and its energy are so inspiring and have indeed influenced my writing, particularly in my Lizard Queen fantasy series.

I would say that my favorite area is the West End. Besides hosting some of the best theatre in the world, it’s also jammed with wonderful restaurants and shops. The best part, for me anyway, is that the West End is an excellent place for people watching. Just find a pub - there are plenty of those as well - and look out the window.

I can’t wait to go back!

The Reminisce
H.L. Cherryholmes

Genre: Paranormal

Date of Publication: June 7, 2017

ISBN: 1545307628
ASIN: B072QL4S46

Number of pages: 340
Word Count: 122,743

Cover Artist: Keri Knutson

Tagline: A detour down memory lane wakes up the ghosts.

Book Description:

Curtis Aisling has literally dodged a bullet. At least he thinks he has. But he wonders whether that bullet still has it out for him when he leaves his ex-fiancé and Los Angeles behind for Coronado, New Mexico to borrow some much-needed money from his sister.

The small dilapidated desert town of Coronado has exactly one mansion, belonging to 92-year-old Veronica Meeks. Curtis’s sister, Dia, and her partner, Araceli, are Veronica’s live-in caretakers and while they are delighted to have a visitor, Veronica doesn’t even know he’s there.

In the final stages of what the locals call “the reminisce,” she is no longer aware of her surroundings. But when Curtis starts seeing things that no one else does, he’s not convinced that the old, unresponsive woman is as disconnected as everyone thinks. At times what should be empty rooms within the huge house appear filled with furniture, and music emanates from a dusty radio that has been packed away for ages. Tales of Veronica’s associations and connections with the occult lead Curtis to believe she is causing the ghostly occurrences.

But when people begin to appear in those phantom rooms—people from her past including Veronica herself—he’s no longer certain it is her doing. Each vision pulls Curtis further and further back, each one detailing a consequential moment in Veronica’s long life, until he begins to fear he could become lost in her past. And then there’s that bullet…
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Dia returned her attention to the old woman and took her bony, veiny hand. “Veronica, honey, this is my brother Curtis. You’ve seen his picture in our bedroom, remember? He came for a visit.” She looked up at Curtis. “Veronica was quite smitten with you the first time she saw your picture. Couldn’t take her eyes off it and she would just smile and smile.”
Curtis knelt next to his sister. Greeting the old woman seemed pointless, since it was obvious by her vacant stare that she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. But his sister was right; introducing himself was the proper way to behave regardless of her condition. “Hello, Miss Meeks. I’m Curtis Aisling.”
The old woman’s wispy gray hair was short and pulled back by small butterfly barrettes. Her thin face was pinkish-white, wrinkled, and haloed with brown age spots. The eyes that seemed to be looking at something no one else could see were a cloudy gray-blue. Her small frame was covered in a clean pink nightgown and she wore blue slippers.
“How old is she?” Curtis asked.
Dia stood up to help Araceli gather the tray with Veronica’s barely touched lunch on it. “Ninety-two.”
Remaining crouched before her, Curtis continued to look at the old woman. He found it difficult to imagine that the slack face in front of him had once been young, but he searched for signs of it anyhow. If there was life in her dull gaze, Curtis was sure he would find it there. A strong hot breeze rattling the palm fronds behind the gazebo hit him in the back. That’s when Veronica blinked and looked right at him.
“Finally,” she whispered.

About the Author:

H.L. Cherryholmes, author of The Lizard Queen Series, The Reminisce, Come Back for Me, and A Slight Touch was born and raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico but has spent most of his adult life in California. He has a BFA from University of New Mexico and a Master's degree in Playwriting from the University of California, Los Angeles. Currently, he lives in SoCal with his husband, Ron Cogan.

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Thursday, September 21, 2017

Author Kramer Elkman

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Kramer Elkman

Genre: Memoir

Publisher: Xlibris

Date of Publication: February 12, 2016

ISBN: 9781514454787

Number of pages: 127
Word Count:  50,000-60,000

This is a true story that is as bizarre as it is perplexing.

Book Description:

Things happen for a reason, or so I am told. The events described in this book actually happened. This story is real. The explanations for the bizarre happenings will probably be as confusing to you as they are to me.

Embark with me on this journey-my quest to find answers and obtain closure for the unresolved issues that occurred and stayed unresolved for five decades.

This story is much more than an incredible hunt; it goes much deeper than that.
Join me in my search for truth.

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There are many instances in life when we may wonder if we made the right choice when we came to a crossroads. Different outcomes occur, depending on the path chosen.
I chose a certain journey, and I encountered many obstacles along the way. In a way, however, I feel as though the journey chose me.   I believe that things happen for a reason, although I am not quite sure why.
This book is based on a true story; every event described actually took place and the quotes are verbatim. I have heard it said that truth is stranger than fiction. In that case, this story is very strange indeed.
Rarely are good stories about good things. Most stories are about struggles between good and not-so-good. Conflict and strife make for good reading. People react to different situations differently. This story will show you how I reacted to mine. There is a significant message that I must tell. The story is true, but I have changed the names of the people involved to protect their privacy.
Now, put your trays in the upright position and fasten your seatbelts.

You are in for a very bumpy ride!

About the Author:

I have heard it said that we are products of our environment. If that is the case, I consider myself in my own microclimate. Choices between right and wrong must be made, especially at one's crossroads. If it doesn't feel right, it is probably wrong. I try to think outside the box, even though I have felt like I have been trapped inside one. I live for life and the excitement it brings each day. I try to not let the events of the past cloud my experiences, even though there is still some residual effect. Learning and growing from my experiences is my ultimate goal, as well as to share those experiences with others. I am elated to share this story with you. I hope it will bring a sense of assurance that no matter what your situation brings, answers can be found if you look for them.

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Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Author Lynn Crain

My favorite vacation spot would have to be Scotland over all. I love the people and the places full of history. The first time I went we landed in London and took almost a week there. Then my husband flew off to Austria and me, my girlfriend and the kids got a car and drove to the place we were going to stay. It was a small let cabin right outside of Stirling called Wellsfield Farm ( and it was in a place called Denny.

When we first went there, they were just starting out and we’d frequently visit with the owners, Henry and Julie. We had such lovely, lovely times there. Also, the area we were in was central to the whole country. It never took us more than maybe six hours to get from there to where we wanted to go and that included Skye. Each of us, that first trip there was five, got one day to visit whatever we wanted. My friend wanted to see her ancestral home in a place called Strachan even though they pronounce it Struan. I wanted to go to the borderlands and see all the ruined abbeys. My husband wanted to go see Skye, his ancestral home, my god-daughter wanted to see herding dogs in action and my youngest wanted to see the lock at Falkirk since it was very different.

Each of us got to see what we wanted and more on that visit. So far, we visited twice and I expect to go back a few more times, especially now that we have many friends in Austria we want to see. No harm in stopping Scotland!


Title: The Summer Cabin
The Bloodfeather Mysteries prequel 
Author: Lynn Crain

Genre:  Romance with erotic elements

Publisher: eXtasy Books

Date of Publication:  July 31, 2017

ISBN: 978-1-4874-1125-1
Number of pages: 33
Word Count:  8328


Lucas Bloodfeather has waited fifteen long years for Maddie to return to him. The tragic death of her uncle, and his mentor, sends her home after a long investigation into the mission, which exonerated her beyond any doubt. He has little time to prove to her they belong with each other.

Together they must forge the bond they had in youth and discover, home truly is where the heart resides.

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“That’s just it…do not think…feel.”
His tongue moved to her earlobe, as his mouth blew first, then his teeth nibbled a little before moving toward her mouth. The kiss felt like coming home, where suddenly the world righted itself and her body parts acclimated to familiar territory. Letting out a groan, she moved to straddle him.
“You’re vulgar…” she stated as she regarded him. He too had been part of the native world her uncle lived in…how could she have just walked away?
Hot and raw, carnal energy passed between them. She had known better than to get within two feet of him, as they had never been able to keep their hands off each other. Why did she think she could resist now after fifteen years? She placed her hands on his chest and breathed deeply.
“I told you to quit thinking.” His calm voice reassured her in ways nothing else could.
He pulled her to him as his mouth took possession of hers, lips brushing back and forth over her own. His mouth opened, asking for permission to take more and she readily gave it to him. Madison was eager for the taste of him, the feel of his tongue stroking hers, craving his body’s strength. She didn’t have to wait long as his tongue dipped inside and seduced her with hot, profound glides.
Wanting more, her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, never moving away from the kiss. His smooth chest was warm, palpable against her hands, something real that she could hold onto. He was no longer the young man she remembered, but now someone who knew exactly what he wanted and what he was doing.
He pulled away from her, tracing the curve of her lips before dipping back in to steal another kiss. Finally, he tipped her head back and cradled it in his large palm, gazing into her eyes as if looking for something.
She breathed in deeply, aware of him in every pore of her body—his closeness, the outdoorsy scent that was special only to him, the heat of their skin-to-skin contact. This coming together would be like no other.
“I just have one question.” His breath was ragged as she felt the bulge in his pants just below her crotch.
“And…” she whispered, breathless.
“We could make love here…” He stopped before continuing, as if gauging her response. “We can make love in a bed…or there’s even my squad car out front.”

Author bio:

Award-winning author Lynn Crain has done it all in her life. From nursing to geology, her life experiences have added to her detail-rich stories. She loves writing full-time, weaving contemporary, fantasy, futuristic and paranormal tales, tame to erotic, for various publishers. Her home is in the desert southwest, and she recently returned from her latest adventure of living in Vienna, Austria while her husband worked his dream job. She loves hearing from her readers at




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