Amey Zeigler's First Time sounds very similar to one I had. I still remember walking through the parking lot at the airport in Finland and laughing at the round SF stickers on the back of the cars. I thought it was funny everyone had San Francisco stickers. It wasn't until a few days later that I realized it stood for Suomi Finland (Suomi is 'Finland' in Finnish). That was thirty-two years ago. I guess you never forget your First Time! Thank you, Amey for bringing me back!!!
I stepped off the plane in Geneva, Switzerland and it smelled of fresh bread, green growth and people—perfume, car exhaust, and cigarette smoke. These were all unfamiliar smells for a young woman of twenty-one coming from Arizona. I had never traveled to Europe before, and my only experiences outside of the USA were Canada and Mexico. Switzerland proved to be a life-changing experience for me. I learned to speak French fluently by conversing with people on the bus, on the street and in their homes. I think they felt sorry for me and my horrible accent.
Once in a small town in the foothills of the Alps, a little old lady in a mink coat asked if I was German, then guessed British and was surprised I was American. I was the first American she had ever met.
The scenery was spectacular. Snow-capped mountains, well-kept flowerbeds, little chalets tucked in rolling green hills, cathedrals built in the 1100’s, cobblestone streets, cafes, and markets.
It changed my life in several ways. Switzerland was a melting pot of refugees at the time. I met a colonel of a Armenian army who told me how he escaped the embattled trenches of a civil war. I met a sweet lady who escaped genocide in Rwanda. I befriended a couple—political refugees from Bhutan—who struggled to find work to bring their eight-year-old son to Switzerland. And many more. People who wrestled with problems, real problems. And yet they all gave something to me. They gave me their stories. They shared their burdens with me. Those stories enriched my life, gave me perspective and enhanced my understanding of other cultures and people.
I was so impressed with how hard it was to live in another country, I wrote a novel about a girl who moved to Switzerland for her internship and all the cultural misunderstandings she encountered.
Amey wrote her first mystery with her best friend in fourth grade. She loves mystery. She loves romance. She loves suspense. She loves action, adventure and comedy. But she wants it to have a happy ending. Amey loves writing about different places because she grew up moving all around the United States. In her books, she explores the whole world. She lives with her husband and three children near Austin, TX.
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Twenty-three year-old investigative journalist, Andy Miller is armed with her many disguises and creativity to take down the riff-raff of Saint Louis.
When her stepbrother is murdered by the mob, Andy soon discovers she's out of her depth.
Enter Hugh Donaldson who has reasons of his own for discovering the murderer. He'll use everything in his power to achieve that, including lying to Andy about his past. Dangerous as he is attractive, his martial arts skills and his quirky ways raise Andy's suspicions.
Although Andy balks at his lies, Hugh's charms, twenty-inch biceps, and electrifying blue eyes are difficult to resist. Striking out on their own, Hugh and Andy try to outwit each other as they traverse North America tracking down people connected to the case.
As clues disappear and the body count climbs, Andy and Hugh must trust each other and use their combined skills to bring the murderer to justice.
I'm so excited to introduce Cassie Ryan who writes contemporary, erotic and paranormal romance. I love this First Time story she shares with us. Were YOU that woman at the airport???
About two months after my very first print book released, Ceremony of Seduction, from Kensington, I had to go to the airport to pick up my husband who was returning from a business trip. I always go early, and I always take a book so I can read to pass the time. So I’m never surprised when there are tons of other people there reading while waiting as well. But when I glanced up and saw a lady reading one with a very familiar cover—MINE—I nearly did a WOOP WOOP and a pretty embarrassing snoopy dance inside the airport terminal.
Wow! Someone who was not related to me in any way was actually reading the book I wrote, in public, for everyone to see. And she looked like she was enjoying it too!
However, not wanting to be detained by airport security, I just smiled like a maniac for the next hour, probably creeping the poor woman out while I tried and failed not to stare at her. I also forced myself NOT take a picture of her reading MY book!
Looking back, and having some experience as a published author under my belt now, I realize I probably could’ve gone over and asked her if I could take a picture of her reading it. I had a pocket full of business cards with my pen name on them, and a stack of book marks in my purse with that cover all over them, so I could have proved I wasn’t a stalker. Or at least not a dangerous one! And she might have even asked me to sign it. (I might have been nabbed by airport security if she’d done that!!!) That would’ve been another first!
But, it’s a fond memory for me, and I can still feel the elation that fills my chest and makes me smile when I think about it!
I just hope I don’t have a reader out there who has a memory of some creepy lady in an airport terminal in Arizona staring at her with a crazed expression for nearly an hour while she was trying to read!
Cassie Ryan has always had a passion for romance and anything paranormal. And even in school, was encouraged to put her writing skills to good use, but always with the admonishment to ‘stop writing the weird stuff and tone down the sarcasm.’ But what fun is that. So, in 2003, she finally decided to try her hand at writing a novel, but still firmly embracing the ‘weird stuff and the sarcasm.’
Cassie has had several different series published under different names, including the popular Maiden series as Tina Gerow, the Seduction Series for Kensington’s Aphrodisia line as Cassie Ryan, The Sisters of Darkness series with Berkley, also as Cassie Ryan, and the Club Desire series with Random House Loveswept, still as Cassie Ryan.Cassie belongs to the Romance Writers of America, and is a past president of the local Valley of the Sun Romance Writers Chapter and an active member of the local Desert Rose chapter. She’s an active speaker on several subjects including promotions, character creation, goals & motivation, writing love scenes and more. She has spoken at several RWA chapters as well as the Romantic Times Booklovers convention on the paranormal and erotic panels. She writes Paranormal, Erotic Romance, and Contemporary.
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~October 25, 2016
In a novel of erotic passion and deep commitment from the author of My Obsession, an undercover cop finds a soulmate who surrenders to his healing touch.
Fiercely independent and determined to free herself from her father’s manipulation, tech expert Kate Freewill finds a refuge in L.A.’s elite BDSM dungeon scene as the hot new thing to political and Hollywood A-listers. Still, all that glitters gets old, and Kate soon tires of the stream of well-heeled masters who expect her to be at their beck and call. Then she meets a very different kind of Dom—one whose quiet confidence, strength, and command bring her most willingly to her knees.
Undercover FBI agent Dex Alexander fits right into his assignment to expose terrorist links to one of L.A.’s most popular clubs. The case has reawakened a desire to find the perfect companion, and he knows that beautiful, vulnerable Kate is a woman he could love. But when her father’s corruption unwittingly makes Kate the target of a bigger enemy, Dex brings her to his Phoenix home—and his dungeon, Club Desire. Here she shows him just how eager she is to give him everything . . . and more.
We're at the RT Booklovers Convention in Reno. Having a fabulous time and connecting with lots of authors and readers! Here's an interview with Mercy Hollow who was gracious enough to let me video her on the spur of the moment. Hope you enjoy!
Author Peter Perrin is an inspiration! Wait until you read his First Time experience. You'll never, ever in your life again be able to say that you're too old to start something new. I'm thrilled that he shared his story with us!!!
My First Experience was becoming a published author in December 2017 at the grand old age of seventy-three. I didn’t even start writing seriously until I was sixty-nine, having only done a few poems and some short stories for my kids until then. And even that was over thirty-five years ago.
My motivation for writing a novel, with the aim of getting it published, came from my granddaughter. Almost five years ago, at the age of fourteen, she self-published two novels via Amazon, and I thought ‘If she’s not too young to do that then maybe I’m not too old’.
My first task was to decide what genre to write in, and at the time I didn’t even know what ‘genre’ meant. As I was approaching seventy myself at the time I decided to try to write something that showed older people still had life left in them. A novel that would show they weren’t sitting in front of the TV all day waiting for the grim reaper to come for them. So, I settled on the idea of a romance where all the characters were at least sixty years old. The biggest problem about this was that I had never read even one romance novel until I started to research for my novel, Grace’s Turmoil.
I initially set my novel in a Care Home and produced a chapter or two. Then I found out that a romance novel just wouldn’t work in that environment. This demoralised me so much I didn’t write for six months. Then I did some research and found out about Retirement Villages. These were a whole new ball-game and offered me great opportunities to get a group of older people together in one place and play them off against each other.
Because I had no previous writing experience I had no plan and no idea how to structure a novel. So, I started off with a series of conversations and let it develop from there. Sadly, that meant that my plot ideas often came to a dead end and I had to rewrite constantly.
But, I persevered and learned ‘on the job’ so to speak. Eventually after four years of work Grace’s Turmoil was finished and I was awarded a contract by Devine Destinies.com. The bonus was seeing it in paperback form.
Peter Perrin writes sweet, seasoned romances involving larger-than-life mature characters. He was born in Romford, England and lives with his wife of forty years in Swindon, England. He is a father and grandfather. Now retired, he served in The Royal Air Force in the UK, Madagascar, Singapore, and Aden. After almost fifteen-years’ military service he worked in Engineering, Quality Control, and Procurement Management, and myriad smaller jobs in between those careers. Peter’s interests are Writing, Carp Fishing, PlayStation 4 games, and Computer games. His favourite quote is “Youth passes, but with luck, immaturity can last a lifetime.”
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~December 15, 2017
Divorced and emotionally damaged, artist Grace Stollery wants nothing more than to spend her semi-retirement painting and let time heal her emotional scars.
But when dashing widower Alfred Nobel moves into her retirement village he turns her life upside down and her heart inside out by awakening feelings she wants to keep dormant.
Alfred quickly sets out to woo Grace and slowly she warms to him. But the village’s resident femme fatale wants him for herself. Will she succeed in driving a wedge between Alfred and Grace?
I LOVE R.L. Merrill. You'll probably hear me say this a lot about authors because they are amazing people, all with different personal stories to tell. However R.L. makes everyone feel like they're her best friend. She's honest, reflective, funny as hell, and R.L. is the best cheerleader-for-authors that has ever lived. And, of course, she's also a fabulous writer!
At age 45, my body is at least 50-60% covered with ink. I started my tattoo collection at age 20 and I’m still not done. In fact, I have an incredible back piece of a Phoenix rising from the flames and a pile of skulls that is not completely colored in. You could say that, in and of itself, is a metaphor for my life. I’m not done with my evolution. But my first experience, as is with everyone who gets tattooed, is something I will never forget.
I attended college in Lamoni, Iowa, which is a tiny place about three miles north of the Missouri border on I-35. I spent four years there, and while most of it was incredible, I spent two of those years involved in a relationship that, in a lot of ways, was a step back for me in my maturation process. Once out of the relationship, I decided to finally do something for myself that I’d wanted to do for a very long time.
After two years in this relationship, I walked away with my health and sanity, but not many friends. I’d been out of the dorms for two years, so the few friends I’d had moved on with their lives for the most part. But I had this one friend, Chris, who was instrumental in helping me through the end of that school year and for that I’ll forever be in her debt.
She had the obligatory ankle tattoo and I was like, “I need a tattoo. Like now. Before I go home for the summer.” Which in hindsight was kinda dumb since so many amazing tattoo artists live in the Bay Area, but I was determined. Chris told me she’d gotten hers done in Des Moines at a shop I can’t even remember the name of, and she said she’d take me one weekend before I headed home.
We arrived, with an appointment I believe, on a sunny spring afternoon and waited to be taken back. We waited quite a while. There was some employee shuffling around behind the counter that had Chris and I raising our eyebrows at each other before the big dude in charge came out and said, “He’ll take you back.”
“He” turned out to be “The Apprentice.” I’ll call him Newb for the purpose of this post. Newb was a short, thin guy with a long reddish beard and long scraggly brown hair. He was probably in his late thirties, he mumbled when he talked and his hands shook. Now, I never quite found out how long he’d been apprenticing, but let’s just say he was INEXPERIENCED.
Being the impulsive person I am that is determined to do things just a little different, I told the guy, “I would like an Earth on the side of my hip.” I brought in a little design. It was about the size of a silver dollar, okay maybe a silver dollar pancake, and I wanted it to be colored in blue and green. He took the scrap of paper from me, fumbled with it, held it up to my hip bone (which was still visible back then. Before two children. Probably sixty pounds ago), and then left to make the stencil.
I’m sure I asked Chris some questions about what to expect, which she probably answered, but what commenced was an hour and a half of what-the-fuckery that thankfully I’ve not had repeated on my person since then.
Newb worked for a very, very long time on the outline. The dude-in-charge came by to check on him many times and scolded him for not “stretching the skin” enough. At one point I had two dudes stretching the skin of my fairly flat belly so that Newb could get the outline done. It was uncomfortable but not horribly painful, but I was mortified by the two dudes leaning over my stomach while Newb’s beard actually tickled my exposed skin. Ew.
Like I said, I’ve had many hours in the chair since my first time, but this one I will never forget. When Newb was finished, I stood up and had what appeared to be like an egg-shaped blue and green splotch with awkwardly drawn continents on it. I paid probably fifty bucks for it? We said thank you, and Chris and I got back into her car to drive the hour or so back to Lamoni, mostly trying to figure out what had just happened. She felt terrible, but I was like, “hey! I got my first tattoo. It’s here and it’s not going anywhere, and I love it. It’s my commitment to make this world a better place, however I can.”
And that Earth still remains on my hip, although it’s had major tectonic shifts after two pregnancies and weight gain. It’s still bright blue and green, the color having hardly faded after 25 years. I wouldn’t change it for the world. It’s a reminder to me of all that I’ve been through, all that I’ve committed to, and all I hope to accomplish with this life I’ve been given.
Thanks, Karysa, for having me on the blog today. If you want to know more about my crazy world of Rock ‘n’ Romance, you can find me on my website, Twitter, or on Facebook. Stay Tuned for more Rock ‘n’ Romance!
R.L. Merrill started writing in 2009 in order to deal with some not-so-pleasant life situations and to escape from the icky parts of being a responsible adult. It's turned into a very fulfilling way to spend her minuscule amount of free time and has mostly kept her sane. Her stories involve real life struggles and the romance that gets us through. Her novels are influenced and inspired by her own experiences as well as those of folks around her that she admires and respects for their strength and perseverance. She's lived in the San Francisco Bay Area her whole life, with the exception of the four very good years she spent in rural Iowa during college. She's been an educator for twenty-three years as both a teacher and school counselor, and has spent time working closely with police and non-profit agencies as a Domestic Violence Victim Advocate. She is a wife, mother, daughter, sister, tattoo collector, Metal fan, movie geek and book nerd, and she currently presides over a horde of animals consisting of two cats, a dog, various fish varieties, and a ball python. Merrill writes contemporary, paranormal, and historical horror.
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~March 13, 2015
Everyone deserves a second chance in life.
After receiving yet another pink slip, teacher Jesse Martin is desperate for a way to make ends meet. When her principal offers her a Home Instructor position for the summer, she finds herself giving a second chance to an angry, reclusive, rock god living in the Hollywood Hills.
Danny Black should have it all. But an unbalanced ex-wife, a troubled pre-teen daughter, and a threat to his livelihood have him ready to make some major changes. Never one to back down from a challenge, he'll take on this stubborn, beautiful teacher who seems immune to his “gimme” smile, and attempt to win her heart in the process.
Can Jesse accept that this time, offering someone a second chance will change her life for the better? Will she embrace the life Danny is offering her and discover that when it comes to life’s lessons, sometimes love is the best teacher?
This novel is for readers 18+ due to the hijinks of some hairy and perverted neighbors, a no-nonsense personal assistant with a foul mouth, a fragile pre-teen going through some real drama, and plenty of good, good lovin’. Add these together and you’ve got all the makings of a crazy, real-life Rock n’ Romance!
I haven't met Dee S. Knight, but after reading this post I want her to be my best friend! What a unique experience to have. And I definitely admire unique. I want to hear the stories she has of meeting people across the U.S. How about you?
My hubby had always wanted to hit the road as a long-distance trucker, and after reading an article in a Sunday Parade magazine, I did, too. One day we up and quit our jobs, sold our furniture and drove down to Marietta, GA to sign on with Home Transportation. After attending training class for five days, they gave us the most decrepit, old, orange colored Mack truck that looked like its prime was in the 1950s. Jack already knew how to drive and he was tasked to teach me. Back then we didn't have national driving regulations. I was nervous as heck. Due to polio I couldn't use my left leg that well for the clutch. The darn truck had 15 gears. They were old and worn and all required use of the clutch.
We started in the lot, where the chance of accident was minimal. Push in the clutch, listen to how the engine sounds, move the gearshift. Repeat until you reach 30 MPH, then stop. I did that over and over until I could hear when to jam the gearshift in place. By the end of the day my left leg trembled with effort but I was elated. I'd done it! I'd driven a big, ol' Mack truck! Now I was ready for the open road! Not!
When we did first venture onto the public highway—way out in the country—I put my newly learned skills to work. By then Jack had taught me to listen to the engine. It told me when to shift gears and I found I could do it most times without using the clutch. Before I knew it, we were off on our first trip. I wasn't much help to Jack as far as taking time behind the wheel but that soon changed. We enjoyed eight years driving all over the U.S. with nary an accident or ticket.
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That's how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she's lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. Dee loves writing erotic romance and sharing her stories with you. She hopes you enjoy! She writes erotic romance.
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Men and women of the armed forces experience love and desire pretty much like everyone else. Except, well, there is that uniform. And the hard-to-resist attraction of "duty, honor, service" as a man might apply them to a woman's pleasure. All things considered, romance among the military is a pretty sexy, compelling force for which you'd better be armed, whether weighing anchor and moving forward into desire, dropping anchor and staying put for passion, or setting a course for renewed love with anchor home.
Weighing Anchor (allowing a ship to move forward by retrieving the anchor): A professional woman sworn to avoiding all things military finds herself in love with a lieutenant commander in the Navy. Love won't conquer all if she allows her childhood memories to eclipse future happiness.
Dropping Anchor (securing movement by dropping the anchor): Two people find (surprisingly) that they are both in the Navy and love their chosen professions—until one turns out to be an officer but not a gentleman and the other is a gentleman but not an officer.
Anchor Home (safe, smooth sailing): When two former lovers find each other after more than a decade, will a long-hidden secret threaten the course of a rekindled romance or be the cause of it?
Gail Carriger is a talented author who's creative, funny, and is always dressed to the nines. Her hair is perfect, her make-up is perfect, her clothes are always vintage. She also knows people...lots of people...some of them famous... If I could, I'd follow Gail around the world to the various cons she attends just to see all the fabulous people with whom she has tea.
The first time I saw my book on a shelf in a bookstore it wasn't in person. Instead, there it was, blurred by cell phone camera inefficiency, taken by one of my twitter followers in Minnesota. It was a week before Soulless was supposed to be released, so both she and I were taken entirely unawares and understandably confused by its presence. Well, it turns out, bookstores can do that with certain books: shelve 'em when they get 'em. No gag order ~ as it were. Mine was one of those books.
A small but enthusiastic following had been anticipating Soulless, and they were gratifyingly a-buzz to find it arriving early. Suddenly, the spies-I-didn't-know-I-had went to work and began reporting in from around the country.
Soulless spotted in Indiana!
In New York!
(Oh, wait, different headline.) And then, finally, a dear friend snapped a shot if it in my home state of California.
A day or so later, I was out shopping with a couple of girlfriends, as you do.
We were consuming those Vietnamese beverages with the black tapioca & gel shapes in them, Chè Ba Màu, affectionately referred to by me as
"Drinks with Stuff!"
(Exclamation point absolutely necessary.)
This process, three shopping females plus drinkies, involves much chittering and slurping and sideways perambulations. And thus engaged, we wandered by a Borders.
"Ooo," says I, "can we go in and see if they have my book?"
And so we do. And there it was! The chittering and the slurping became more enthusiastic as a result, which attracted the attention of one of the green t-shirted staff.
"Can I help you?" says she.
"That's my book!" I crow.
"Would you like to sign it?" says she.
Crazy authors, she's thinking.
"Really? Of course! Me? I'd love to."
And so she disappears and returns with a whole stack for me to sign, right there: Drink with Stuff! in one hand, cheap pen in the other.
As we leave the store one of my friends keeps saying...
"I can't believe they didn't ask you for an ID or anything."
"Oh, of course," says I, "because there's a mad plague of crooks masquerading as small-time authors dashing into unsuspecting stores and demanding to sign books they haven't written."
"Well, fine. But it'd be pretty funny if there were."
And with that, I leave you to ponder what is obviously an untapped criminal market.
Gail Carriger writes comedies of manners mixed with paranormal romance (and the sexy San Andreas Shifter series as G L Carriger). Her books include the Parasol Protectorate, Custard Protocol, and Supernatural Society series for adults, and the Finishing School series for young adults. She is published in many languages and has over a dozen NYT bestsellers. She was once an archaeologist and is fond of shoes, octopuses, and tea.
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Alexia Tarabotti is laboring under a great many social tribulations.
From bad to worse apparently, for Alexia accidentally kills the vampire, and the appalling Lord Maccon (loud, messy, gorgeous, and werewolf) is sent by Queen Victoria to investigate.
With unexpected vampires appearing and expected vampires disappearing, everyone seems to believe Alexia responsible.
Please join me in giving a huge, warm welcome to Alice Gaines. She was one of the first people I met when I joined Romance Writers of America in 2010 so it's appropriate we start with her as our first 1st Time (that's a lot of firsts!). What I love the most about Alice? Her straight-forward, tell-it-as-she-sees-it style.
Tower of Power is a soul band that was formed at the Alameda County Fair in the summer of 1968. Their music has its roots in all the great soul music of the 1960’s and on.
Every TOP fan I know remembers the exact moment they first heard this band. Mine was at a party in my apartment when someone asked if she could put a record on my stereo. When that sound came to me in the kitchen, I rushed out, pointed at the stereo and said, “What is that?” The answer, Tower of Power, literally changed my life.
We Bumpsters like to refer to someone’s first TOP concert as getting their “Soul Vaccination,” after one of the band’s songs. I got my first in the early 1970’s.
It was at a little club in Berkeley called the Keystone Corner. There was a balcony with seats upstairs, space for standing in front of the stage, and a bar and pool table in the back. By the time my boyfriend and I got there, the only place to squeeze into was on top of a bench that ran alongside one wall.
I’d heard the band, but I’d never seen them. When they started coming out, I was astonished. There were six of them…no seven…no eight, nine, ten. Actually, the band had eleven members at the time. Along with their equipment, they all squeezed onto a tiny stage. The sound was amazing. Funky and pure. Simply great music.
At one point, even though you would have needed a shoe horn to fit another person in the club, the lead tenor sax player jumped into the audience and continued to play as he danced around the floor. Man, that guy could play. He (Lenny Pickett) went on to become the music director of Saturday Night Live.
I love the current line-up. Some of them have become friends. The Bumpsters get together at least once a year, drawing people from all over the US and Canada. I’m always down front and dancing. Here’s a picture of me with the band, singing along with Marcus Scott to What is Hip?
I got my vaccination, but I always need booster shots.
Alice Gaines lives in the San Francisco Bay Area in a fixer-upper house she never fixed up. Aside from writing and reading hot, hot romance, she loves cooking, knitting and crocheting, and her church. She has a pet corn snake named Casper. She's insanely passionate about the funky soul band, Tower of Power.
Alice writes contemporary, erotic romance, paranormal, historical and can be found here:
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~February 19, 2018
Sex columnist Désirée “Rae” Knight is in a bind—and not the kind she usually likes. Her newest assignment, and possible big break, is an article for her magazine on the sex resort that just opened. The only problem is it’s couples only. Although she writes about having red-hot sex, she’s been single longer than she’d like to admit. Enter her coffee shop crush, who she’s been secretly ogling every morning. Trouble is, he doesn’t know she exists.
When Nate Winslow recognizes the shy, quiet woman at Sufficient Grounds as the author of the sex columns that fuel his fantasies, he’s surprised. And the last thing he expects is an invitation to join her at a sex resort. But his answer is hell yes!
Rae and Nate have enough chemistry in the bedroom to set the sheets ablaze. When Rae insists they limit their relationship to sex only, Nate agrees since he’s burned out on love. But the more they push each other’s boundaries, the more they realize one week won’t be enough.
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Before the Grand Opening Bash the week of June 7th, I wanted to get some content up on LoveRomanceReads. Since the content would be the first of much to come, I figured we'd feature '1st Times' of your favorite authors.
Some of the authors brave enough to share a 1st Time experience with you are Alice Gaines, Gail Carriger, Emmy Z. Madrigal, and Peggy Jaeger. But these 1st Times are probably not what you'd expect - of the fourteen authors, there's someone who flew on a trapeze, another who wrote a novel for the first time when he was 70, and another who drove a big-rig truck with her husband for eight years.
I loved getting to know these authors a bit better and I hope that you do to! Please come back and visit each day. New posts go up daily at 6:00 AM, California time.
The skies are Blue,
Our books are too.
We're fighting ALS
with some help from YOU!
Twelve enthusiastic sci-fi romance and paranormal romance authors. Fifteen fantastic blue covered books. One month to help support an outstanding organization.
From May 1-31, 2018 these authors will donate a minimum of 25% of their sales of these books to the ALS Association, an organization dedicated to providing ALS patients and their families with a multitude of different types of assistance, and continuing research to find a cure for this deadly disease.
#Authors4ALSA #ThinkBlue4ALSA #BlueCovers4ALS
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The Immortal Greek by Monica LaPorta
The Chameleon by Diane Burton
Seeking Vector by Cynthia Sax
Prophecy by Lea Kirk
Operation Phoenix by Susan Hayes
Not His Dragon by Annie Nicholas
Morgan’s Choice by Greta van der Rol
Mind: The Emergence by Jenn Nixon
Mind: The Message by Jenn Nixon
Mind: The Fracture by Jenn Nixon
Keir by Pippa Jay
Inherit the Stars by Laurie A. Green
Forged in Fire by A.R. De Clerck
Dreaming in Moonlight by Tricia Linden
A Time to Begin by Tricia Linden
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