And check out Bookworm Bridgette’s book blog
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And check out Bookworm Bridgette’s book blog
First off, thank you so much to everyone who participated in the blog hop last week and all the people who came out to visit our blogs. A special thank you goes to DP Denham for arranging the event.
The winner of the grand prize was Linda Elliot Jude. Congrats Linda!
The winner of my giveaway for a $10 giftcard is Carol L. Congratulations Carol! Please email me at authoramandayoungATgmail.com to claim your prize.
Hi everyone! Thanks for visiting the blog today. This afternoon (all week really) I’m participating in a Valentine’s Day Blog Hop. There are a ton of authors involved and a huge list of prizes. The grand prize is a Kindle ereader loaded with books. Pretty sweet, right? You can enter to win the grand prize by filling out an entry using the Rafflecopter widget located about midway down this blog post.
I’m sure most of the authors are holding additional giveaways on their blogs as well, so make sure you follow the links below to make sure you don’t miss out on anything.
In honor of the hop, I’m sharing a romantic interlude from Reckless Heart, book four in my Reckless series. I’m also giving away a $10 gift card to either Amazon or All Romance Ebooks (winner’s choice). To enter, just sign up for my low-volume newsletter, which can be done by entering your name and email address in the gray widget located in the sidebar to the right of this post. Then leave a comment saying you’re signed up. Pretty simple, right? I’ll choose a winner at random and make an announcement here on the blog on the morning of the 17th.
By Amanda Young
No one promised Milo a silver spoon, but being disowned was beyond his expectations. Amidst all the drama, he does the one thing sure to make life more complex; he falls in love with a man destined to break his heart.
An Exclusive Excerpt From Reckless Heart (more…)
Hello everyone! I hope you’re all doing well today and ready to kick off a fantastic weekend with today’s post. I’m doing something new this morning. I’m taking part in the Book Boyfriends Cafe weekly blog hop. It’s called Hot For Friday and this week’s theme is all about a hot and swoon-worthy line of dialogue between protagonists.
I’m going to share what I think is a pretty touching mini-excerpt from my novel, Missing in Action.
Tristan stared down at Sara, a serious expression on his handsome face. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”
“Only about a hundred times but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”
“I love you, Sara McCoy. You know we still haven’t figured out what my new name’s going to be. What would you say to being Mrs. Stan McCoy? We’ll keep your last name since we obviously can’t use mine. That way you won’t have to change either yours or Sam’s last name.”
“Sounds good to me, Stan. Just don’t get mad at me if I yell out the wrong name during sex.”
“We’ll just have to keep practicing until you get it right.”
The grin that spread across Sara’s face was filled with wicked delight. “Well, you know what they say—practice makes perfect.”
Hi Guys! I can’t believe Halloween is over and it’s November 1st, but the calendar doesn’t lie. Thanks so much to everyone who participated in the blog hop, authors and readers alike. We all had a lot of fun with it.
The grand prize winners have been chosen and announced. You can find their names on the rafflecopter, if you’re curious.
The winner for my drawing for a $5 gift card is Anne, who I’ll be emailing as soon as I finish this blog.
Thanks again guys! I hope you all had a safe and fun Halloween!
Hi all! For the next few days I’m participating in the Snarkology Halloween Hop. There are a ton of authors involved (there’s a complete list below) and prizes galore for everyone to win. The grand prize is a $100 gift card to Amazon or Barnes and Noble. You can enter to win that by using the Rafflecopter below. In addition to the grand prize, each author is also giving away something on their own site. More on my giveaway in a second.
First I wanted to talk a little bit about Halloween. Without a doubt, this is my favorite holiday and has been for as long as I can remember. I love fall, the leaves changing, and the cooler temperatures. More than the season, I love adore the history, the creepy atmosphere, and (of course) the horror connection. I glut myself on horror novels and scary movies during October. This year I’ve been binging on erotic horror and re-reading my favorite zombie romance novels.
Some of my favorite movies include George Romero’s Dead series, Night of the Demons(original), Fright Night(original), Night of the Creeps, and The Descent.
The list of books I love is much, much longer. However, some of the books I re-read year after year include Haunted by Tamara Thorne, Phantoms and Twilight Eyes by Dean Koontz, Mort by Joseph Duncan, and Dead Tropics by Sue Edge.
So with that thought in mind, I’d like give away a $5 gift certificate for Amazon so whoever the lucky winner is can buy a book or rent a movie of their choice. To enter, just leave a comment sharing your favorite creepy book or movie. I’ll choose a winner at random on November 1st and announce it here on the blog. Please leave your email address or check back here on that date to see if you’ve won.
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Don’t forget to check out all the other participants in the hop!
Hi Guys! Today I’m taking part in the Hotter Days, Hotter Nights blog hop. Thirty authors are involved and there are a ton of great prizes up for grabs. The prize list for the blog hop are below (along with a Rafflecopter so you can enter to win). In addition to the main prizes, each author is also giving away an additional prize on their blog.
In honor of the hop, I’m sharing the complete first chapter from my paranormal romance, Missing In Action. I’m also giving away a digital copy of the book and a $5 gift card to Amazon or All Romance Ebooks to one lucky person. All you have to do to enter to win my giveaway is leave a comment on this blog post with the names of the main hero and heroine from the story. The deadline for entries is midnight on the night of August 17th. I’ll choose a winner at random and announce it here on the blog on August 18th.
The smile on Sara’s face felt strained, her skin stretched tight over her high cheekbones, as she watched Cindy raise yet another toast to her. The irony that they were out celebrating her engagement and she was the one being the party pooper wasn’t lost on her.
Cindy flipped her long wheat-colored hair over one shoulder and lifted her tequila into the air with unsteady hands. Liquor sloshed over the rim and spilled onto the laminated, faux-wood table between them. “To you and Mark, may you live happily ever after.”
Sara set her drink down untouched. Cindy arched a perfectly sculpted blonde brow at her. “You know, I think it’s bad luck not to drink when someone toasts you.”
Elbows perched on the edge of the table, Sara bent forward and hollered over the loud thump of the bass ricocheting around them. “It might be bad luck, but if you insist that I drink one more shot of this sludge, I’m going to puke.” Sara stuck out her tongue. “When I do, I’m going to aim for those new designer heels you’re wearing.”
Cindy blanched. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Sara hid an amused smile behind her hand. Cindy’s strappy sandals probably cost more than her rent. “Bet me.”
“All right, you win. No more alcohol tonight. I think I’ve had more than my fair share of tequila anyway.”
“Yours and mine both, girl. You’re going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning.”
“Nope, you know I don’t get hangovers. Besides, even if I did, it would be well worth it. How many times does a girl get to celebrate her best friend’s engagement?”
Apparently twice, Sara thought with a touch of bitterness that came as no surprise. She slid her drink across the table to Cindy. “Here, you can have mine. Unlike you, my head will be pounding in the morning from the two I’ve already managed to gag down.”
Cindy latched onto Sara’s left hand before she could pull it back. She twisted the two-carat diamond engagement ring on Sara’s finger, giving it a playful tug. “You know you’re lucky. Mark loves you to pieces.”
“And I love him.” I’m just not in love with him.
“Come on, let’s get out on the dance floor. We need to shake what our mama’s gave us.” Without waiting for a reply, Cindy jumped up, Sara’s hand still in hers, and tugged Sara out of the booth.
It was in the middle of the second song that Sara saw him.
The man stood alone at the back of the room, his hip propped against the wall beneath the glowing red exit sign. His face partially hidden in shadow, Sara couldn’t make out many of his features, but what little she could see stopped her in her tracks.
It couldn’t be…
Sara started across the room, weaving between the mass of people shaking their stuff all around her. If she could just get close enough to see his face, she would know. Then maybe her heart would stop trying to beat out of her chest and she would be able to breathe again.
Vaguely, as if through a glass wall, she heard Cindy call her name from somewhere behind her. She ignored her friend and continued toward the mystery man, afraid he would disappear if she took the time to stop and explain. Cindy wouldn’t believe her anyway. No one ever did. They just shook their heads at her and smiled sadly, placating her as if she’d lost her mind.
Sara was beginning to see their point.
By the time she pushed and shoved her way over the crowded dance floor, the man was gone. Her gaze darted frantically around the room, searching for him.
He must have gone outside.
She shoved through the back door, shivering when the brisk night air washed over her sweaty skin. Rubbing her hands briskly up and down her arms to ward off the chill, Sara’s gaze ate up the dark alley outside the club.
A moist palm slapped down on her shoulder. She whipped around, expecting to find him behind her, staring at her with those fathomless, pale blue eyes she remembered so well. Instead, Cindy stood there, a scowl on her face and what looked like pity in her eyes. The pity stung.
Sara’s nose began to burn, a telltale sign that she was going to cry. She sucked in a deep breath and pushed back the tears building behind her eyes before they could rush to the surface and embarrass her even more. She felt like such a damn fool.
“Are you okay?”
Sara turned away, staring back out into the darkness. “Yeah, I’m good. I just needed to get some fresh air.”
Cindy moved to stand beside her, her arms crossed over her chest. “You never could lie worth a damn.”
Busted. “Kiss my ass, Cindy.”
“I’ll pass. Thanks anyway, but it would take me the rest of the night to cover every inch of that huge caboose you’ve got.”
“Fuck you,” Sara said with a laughing snort. “My ass is fine. Not all women want to be built like a stick figure, you scarecrow.” It was the same inside joke they’d shared since ninth grade, when Cindy had sprouted up to just beneath six feet, her body long and lanky like a supermodel, while Sara forever remained short, and on the borderline between curvy and chubby.
“Want to tell me what had you running outside like the hounds of hell were nipping at your heels?”
“Nothing, I told you I just needed some air.”
“Yeah right, and I’m the queen of England.”
Sara gave a curt nod. “Your majesty.”
“Will you just let it go?”
“I don’t know,” Cindy replied quietly. “When will you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I think you know exactly what I mean, Sara. When are you going to let the man go? Tristan has been gone for six years. He’s not coming back.”
“You think I don’t know that, damn it? You make it sound like he just left me. He didn’t. He died.” Her voice choked on the last words, stopping her from saying anything else. Knowing she was the object of her friend’s pity was bad enough. She didn’t want to make things any worse by crying.
“You’ve got to quit chasing his ghost, Sara. I thought when you finally accepted Mark’s proposal that you were ready to move on.”
“I am.” When Cindy only continued to eye her in disbelief, Sara sighed loudly. “I’m trying to.”
“Mm-hmm. Who are you trying to convince, you or me?”
“Can we just drop it?” Please.
“Yeah, for now, but you’ve got to let him go, girl. Mark doesn’t deserve to play second fiddle to a dead man for the rest of his life. It’s not fair to him.”
Since when is life fair? Sara bit down on her bottom lip so hard she tasted the coppery tang of blood. It was the same lecture her friend had given her on more occasions than she cared to remember. Knowing Cindy was right didn’t make it any easier to listen to.
Mark loved her. He was good to her and Sam. Hell, he’d asked her to marry him. Wanted to adopt her son. She should be down on her knees thanking God for him. Lord knew he’d long since proven himself to her, been the one anchor who kept her grounded through Tristan’s disappearance. Mark had comforted her every night she’d cried herself to sleep, knowing the child she carried would never know his father. If there was any man alive she should be in love with, it was Mark.
Cindy pulled open the back door to the club. “Come on, Sara, let’s go back inside and grab our coats. I think we’ve both had enough excitement for one night.”
The back of Sara’s neck prickled. She spun around, sure someone was staring at her. Her shoulders slumped when the alleyway appeared just as empty as it had the second before. Sara turned and followed Cindy back inside.
* * * * *
He stood in the shadows. His heart galloped against his rib cage while he watched the two women reenter the club.
Realizing how close he’d come to being discovered, his brow broke out in a nervous sweat. Tonight had been a close call. Too close. He needed to be much more careful in the future.
As it was, he’d barely been able to restrain himself. It took almost more willpower than he possessed to keep himself from going to Sara, wrapping her in his arms and promising her everything would be okay from now on. It was a lie, but he longed to say the words and mean them all the same.
Seeing Sara again, inside the smoky bar, had caught him off guard. He’d been so intent on his mission he hadn’t even noticed Sara among the crowd until she was damn near on top of him.
His negligence was unacceptable. Not to mention dangerous in his line of work. Something he couldn’t afford to let happen again.
Though unsure about what the specific repercussions were for an identified operative, he was smart enough to know it wouldn’t be something as simple as a slap on the wrist. Chances were better than good that it would result in his death. A real one this time.
Tristan McKade was dead and buried. No matter how much he might wish otherwise, it had to stay that way.
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