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Thursday, October 25, 2012

HOWLOWEEN BLOG HOP!

THE WINNERS OF THE GIFTCARDS ARE: NIKKI, TANYA, DIVA J, SAVANNAH AND DOVILE. CONGRATULATIONS!  I HAVE EMAILED THOSE WHO WILL RECEIVE APRIL'S KISS IN THE MOONLIGHT. I NEED TO HEAR FROM TESSA AS YOUR EMAIL WAS INCOMPLETE AND MY MESSAGE DID NOT GO THROUGH. TESSA, PLEASE EMAIL ME AT SUNNYDAYSBOOK@GMAIL.COM. CONGRATULATIONS ALL AND THANK YOU FOR ENTERING!


WELCOME & HAPPY HALLOWEEN! NO TRICKS, JUST TREATS! IT'S AN EVERYONE WINS EVENT! I'M GIVING AWAY A COPY OF MY FULL LENGTH, SWEET ROMANCE NOVEL, APRIL'S KISS IN THE MOONLIGHT TO EVERYONE WHO LEAVES A COMMENT.  5 LUCKY FOLKS WILL WIN $5.00 GIFT CARDS TO EITHER AMAZON OR SECRET CRAVINGS PUBLISHING, WINNERS CHOICE. BUT YOU HAVE TO COMMENT TO ENTER! DON'T FORGET YOUR EMAIL.
 THE DATING LIST IS OUT! Scroll down for la short summary and a snippet of the book.


MY NEWEST RELEASE!
Available this weekend. Here's a bit about the book: 
Is Leah the woman of his dreams or a heartbreaker in disguise? Colin Andrews is blown away by her beauty, creativity and sophistication. However Leah has other plans that don’t include shepherding a younger man through an intense love affair. Taken by his charm but committed to her new career overseas, Leah 
is caught between desire and destiny. The wedding of Carrie Tucker and Grey Andrews is on track, scheduled for late June. Grey, Colin’s big brother, is confident nothing can take his beloved fiancĂ©e from him. But family secrets and lies threaten their union. Is Grey the consummate lover Carrie fell for or the ultimate deceiver, as her mother claims? Will the Andrews men win their hearts’ desires or will their happy endings end up just out of reach?   
 A Sample of The Dating List 
“I’m sitting here with the most gorgeous, elegant, talented woman in the place…no…in all of New York City. I’m the luckiest guy alive.”
 At his compliment, the heat of pleasure rose in her cheeks.
“You even blush beautifully. You’re stunning, Leah. What man of any age wouldn’t give a fortune to change places with me right now?”
She looked down at her hands, fiddling with her cloth napkin as his fingers folded over hers. Her eyes looked up into his, noticing the dancing green flecks mixed with gold. Her resolve to treat Colin like a little brother melted along with the sugar she put in her coffee. The heat of his stare, his frank admiration broke through her first line of defense. He seems to be for real. When he raised her hand to his lips, she smiled.
Their private moment was shattered when the waitress arrived, carrying their ice cream sundae piled high with a mountain of whipped cream. He scooped some onto the spoon and fed it to her. She did the same to him, giggling like a schoolgirl. Shut up conscience. I’m having fun.  Go away.



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ONLY 99 CENTS FOR JUST 5 DAYS, APRIL'S KISS IN THE MOONLIGHT.

 Welcome! It's bargain day on my blog today! Giving April's Kiss in the Moonlight -- a 250-page sweet contemporary romance -- one of my favorite books, a spot in the limelight. It's a sweet romance which means no sex but one helluva story filled with sexual tension, a real roller coaster ride, including a couple of bad guys who will curl your hair. It's up for grabs for a couple of days for $.99 only. Here's a snippet:

          April dried her long, lustrous, dark brown hair, which fell to her shoulders in loose curls framing her bruised oval face. Her eyes, so dark they were almost black, reflected her troubles. Her black eye was turning yellow and the bruise on her delicate chin matched it.
She wrapped a towel around her body and tucked the corner in between her breasts, picked up her hair dryer and opened the bathroom door. She walked into the living room and ran smack dab into the best looking man she‟d ever seen coming around the corner. She bumped into him and grabbed her towel to secure it. He steadied her with his big hands on her elbows as his gaze met hers. They stopped and stared. April felt a sizzle, like an electric current rise up her arms and shoulders from the touch of his hands.
         Standing about six feet tall with a slender but strong build, the intriguing stranger had the bluest eyes and darkest hair imaginable.
         His eyebrows were thick, sideburns perfectly clipped and two days growth of beard appeared on his long, narrow face. She couldn‟t take her eyes off him.
         Gavin‟s gaze took in her glossy brown hair, lovely face, black-and-blue marks and all, then traveled down her towel-clad body slowly, stopping to rest on the swell of her breasts above the towel before sliding down to examine her lovely legs. Heat traveled through his hands and up his arms. He was obviously entranced and rendered speechless by her five feet four inches normally attractive, now painfully colorful. His eyebrows lifted as he eyed her bruised shoulders.
       “What happened to you?” he muttered, dropping his hands from her arms.
       “Got in the way of an explosion,” she explained.
       He nodded, then eyed the engagement ring on her hand.
       “Gavin Dailey,” he said, extending his hand.
      “April McKenna.”
      Her hands were too full to shake his and as she looked down at them, she remembered she was wearing only a towel. Her hand flew to secure the towel's precarious tuck at her chest while her face flamed. She sputtered something unintelligible and ran from the room, hearing the sound of his low chuckle behind her.

What people are saying about April's Kiss in the Moonlight

"I stayed up late into the night to finish this terriic story. glad to have found jeans books and love reading them on my kindle. "



Lydia:
"...I stayed up past my usual bedtime to finish April's Kiss. Romance isn't my usual genre, but this was a very engaging story, and I found myself wanting to find out what was going to happen. So I just kept reading...and was rewarded with a happy ending! I am anxiously awaiting the sequel."
  A bit about the book
 April McKenna flees the life her father has mapped out for her after graduate school into the arms of Rusty. But tragedy takes him from her and leaves her injured and alone. Recuperating in the home of a friend in tiny Pine Grove, NY, she meets Gavin, a handsome fireman. While Gavin has never met a woman like April, her big plans for an adventurous life don't include settling down in a small town. Determined, Gavin refuses to toss in the towel until unexpected events plant giant obstacles in his path. Will her past destroy her future, will Gavin give up and will April get her dream? You'll have to read the book to find out.
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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

V. L. Locey Stops by for an Interview!



Howdy! Before I get into things I`d like to thank the lovely and effervescent Jean Joachim for inviting me to her blog. You`re an absolute delight Jean, thank you so very much.*Big virtual hug*
     Okay, now onto the other stuff! My name is V.L. Locey.


      I write romantic comedies for all which means I pen tales starring M/F and M/M lovers.
      The first book of my trilogy, ‘Of Gods & Goats’, is a self-published novel - a rural romantic comedy I like to call it, about a widowed goatherder living in the hills of Pennsylvania named Libby Simons. After a violent line of thunderstorms whips across the Laurel Highlands one night Libby discovers that more than a few limbs have fallen from above. She finds Ares, the Greek god of war lying unconscious, and quite naked, in her goat barn after a tumble from Olympus. From that point on Libby`s sedate, lonely life is never the same. She and Ares get caught up in action, adventure, battles with ancient mythological beasts, nosy neighbors, irate gods of the undead, and of course romance.


Today I`m doing something I`ve never done before: I`m interviewing the stars of my ‘Gods & Goats’ trilogy, which is rather exciting and somewhat daunting simply because one never knows what will roll out of Ares` mouth. So, sit back and meet my leading lady and her hero, and may the gods favor us….
                                                                *~*~*
      The first thing I noticed after climbing Libby`s serpentine dirt driveway and exiting my S-10 was the smell of lavender. It blew past and enveloped me in clouds of scent and spent white pine needles. The next thing that grabbed my attention was the feeling of serenity flowing from the animals here. Saanan goats meandered about in one pasture while a massive red and white Hereford and a Minotaur (Yep, I said Minotaur) lounged in the sun in a differing pasture. Rhode Island Red chickens dug and scratched in the slightly overgrown grass. It was obvious that everyone who resided here was happy.
      The greeting I got at the door of the small stone cottage blew the serenity away for a moment. I picked at the outline of where a bird had flown through the screen door as I waited. A beagle was braying on the other side of the wooden door. I admired the small basket on the door that held some fresh sprigs of lavender above a weather-worn ‘Welcome to the Farm!’ placard. Then the door opened. All that harmony dissipated when I tipped my head back to find Ares, the god of bloodshed, looking down at me.
      The man –god -is imposing to say the least. A towering hulk of muscle that stands close to seven feet tall the bearded warrior settled stunning blue eyes on me. I giggled like a fool. He harrumphed and opened the door. I hurried into the tiny kitchen and was greeted by a smiling woman with freckles, a head full of ginger ringlets and an aura that feels like a hug from your mother.
      “Nice greeting committee,” I commented, glancing back at Ares shouldering through the narrow doorway (Narrow for him, not for the rest of us puny mortals) with a leaping beagle at his side.
      “Yeah, he tends to help keep unwanted folks away much better than a ‘No Solicitations’ sign,” Libby chuckled then waved me to an empty chair. I scratched Hermione`s head as Libby filled three mugs with Hills Alive coffee and returned to the round table. Once we were all situated and had our coffee creamed and sugared properly I pulled a sheaf of paper out of the back pocket of my jeans and set to working out the wrinkles using a pen like an iron.
      “Why do you not have one of those tablets that require only touching?” Ares inquired. I glanced up.
      “I`m not really all that tech savvy,” I explained. Libby nodded in commiseration. “So, let`s get right into things. First question, were either of you upset that your name wasn`t in the title?”
      “Nope,” Libby said then sipped cautiously. “The title works really well, I think.
      “I am upset. The book should have contained my name, as I am a god. It should also have been more masculine,” Ares announced,       
     “Perhaps something such as ‘The Amazing Adventures of Ares!”
      “Ahem. What about me?” Libby asked, shooting a glower over the rim of her mug. The man – god – nodded after a moments thought.
      “Ah yes, you are important to the tale, Bunting. Her name should have been under mine.”
      “Wow, that`s very magnanimous of you Lord Ares,” I muttered as I scribbled down what was being said.
      “Ain`t it though?” Libby sighed with a knowing smile tugging at her lips.
      “Question two,” I peeked at the two lovers through my lashes, “Is your love interest the way you pictured him or her? Would you have preferred someone with different colored hair?”
      Libby`s light blue eyes grew misty. “I wouldn`t change one thing about Ares, I mean look at him!” she waved her cup at the man who was now preening like a rooster, “Tall, dark, handsome, muscular, immortal, ferocious in battle, gentle in bed.”
      “You flatter me wee one,” Ares flashed perfect white teeth in a smile made to disarm and bewitch mortal women. “I would not have changed a thing about my consort either. Oh aye,” he reached over to push a curl behind Libby`s ear. I sighed like a tween spying Jacob Black. “Her breasts could be larger but her rump fills my hands well when we are rutting so I do not mind the loss of bosom overly.”
      “Thanks…I think,” Libby leaned over to smooch Ares loudly. I glanced away and watched Argus, Libby`s white cat saunter in and leap into the sunny window above the kitchen sink. I gave them a moment then slowly returned to my paper and pen.
      “Are you planning on making an appearance in the second book?” I inquired, lifting my cup to my lips. Libby really does make superb coffee I just have to say that.
      “Silly goose,” the ginger giggled, her hand now resting on Ares hairy forearm that was lying on the table. “You know we`re coming back for the second and third book.”
      “Yeah, but the folks out there didn`t,” I teased. Ares raised a bushy dark brow then nodded at me. “Alright, let`s do a personal one shall we? Was there enough sex in the book? Would you have liked more?”
      Libby blushed to the tips of her ears. Ares smiled and fielded this one. Leaning over the table he pinned me like a bug to a board with eyes as deep and blue as the Aegean Sea.
      “Libby thinks the sex was fine, but she is a mortal woman that needs rest between bouts of passion with a god. I think there should have been more. Perhaps we shall see more sex in the next books?”
      I stared and nodded dully. Ares grinned. “So yeah, well, I can guarantee that there will be at least one five flame scene in each book, with lots of patting, kissing, and the assorted gropes tossed in, Lord Ares.”
      “Then I am pleased,” Ares said regally and shifted his bulk back into his chair. I hurried to drink half my coffee despite how it scalded my throat.
      “See, that`s what a god does to a woman,” Libby whispered after the heat had disappeared from under her freckles.
      “I`m not sure I can ask the next one,” I fanned myself with my shirt. Ares chuckled egotistically. “I was going to ask if your hero is a good kisser but I think we`ve already covered his prowess in bed so let`s find a less flustering question. Ah! Are you happy with the setting?”
      "I am very happy with the setting. I love my farm and my animals,” Libby quickly replied.
      “The setting is pleasing. We did visit other realms though, Hades` domain and Olympus, but I find I enjoy my time here on these few hectares far more than I ever enjoyed the throne room in my father`s temple,” Ares then wound his scarred fingers through Libby`s.  “There is more love here than ever there was upon Olympus for me.”
      I had to bite my lip not to say ‘Awwwww’ and embarrass the god of bloodlust. The way that Libby looked at her battle god at that moment sort of nixed any more questions I may have asked. It was obvious to me that although these two may not spout poetic words, or go on and on about the reasons why they love each other, their love is a strong, mature, and moving love.
 I thanked them both and with a promise to keep the book as funny and sexy as I could, I left the lovers to do what lovers do.

                                       *~*~*
 If you`d like to read more about Libby and Ares, ‘Of Gods & Goats’ can be purchased in print from my website—CLICK HERE
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 Thank you for your time and may the gods smile upon you!



Monday, October 22, 2012

TUESDAY TALES - PICTURE PROMPT - 300 WORDS


           Hmm, the ones that don't get scared off by this, have potential. Mary Small smiled. Going to be seventy-five soon. Need to pass on my tricks. Must be a latchkey child who'd like to learn the ins and outs of draining blood from a dead body.
           Halloween again. Time for Mary to pick another child to snatch. No, not on Halloween, but one to watch...and wait. Then, when the time is right, another one will disappear from this "safe" neighborhood. No one suspected Mary. 
          "Not that nice little old lady who lives in the drafty Victorian on the corner?" Everyone said.
           An evil smile curled Mary's lips. Idiots! Never judge a book by its cover.
           Dressed as a witch, seven year old Sally Campbell rang Mary's doorbell. Surrounded by friends, Sally opened her bag for a treat.
           She's perfect. Mary made a note on a piece of paper by the telephone after Sally left.

          By ten o'clock all the trick-or-treaters were tucked safely into their beds. All but one. Joey Campbell rang Mary's door. Her gaze traveled over the strapping twelve-year-old boy. He could be the one.  She opened the door and let him in.
         "Have one of my homemade cookies, son." 
         "Are these safe?" He eyed her.
         "I'll eat one with you."
         Mary turned away briefly to close the door. They ate in silence. The evil smile on her face grew wider as she watched him devour the tasty confection. As she reached for a glass of cider, Joey's hand grabbed her wrist. 
          "You won't be needing that, old lady."
          Paralysis froze Mary's smile. Her eyes glazed over.
          "Time for a taste of your own medicine," Joey said.
          He picked up the stiff old woman, threw her over his shoulder and descended the steep steps to Mary's workroom in the basement.
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MORE FALL PICS OF LAKE HUNTINGTON

Take a breath, stop for a second and enjoy a few shots of nature's colorful show. All my pictures were taken in Lake Huntington, New York, Tyler Hill, Pennsylvania and at the Delaware River, which divides the two states.
















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