**NEW RELEASE** Killing Me Softly

Congrats, Kathryn R. Biel, on your latest release, Killing Me Softly! I have it on my iPhone and I’m looking forward to spending the weekend reading it! I loved the last book I read by Kathryn, Jump, Jive, and Wail, so I *know* I’ll love this one, too. Want to know what it’s about? Here you go:

Sadie Perkins has a sixth sense about things—especially people dying. Her clairvoyance has never bothered her until she starts to believe that her visions are causing the deaths of those around her. After her latest relationship ends … badly … Sadie swears off love for good. While searching for an uncomplicated life, Sadie finds her hands full not only with a home renovation project but with defending herself against suspicion of murder. There’s a fine line between predicting someone’s death and causing it. Has Sadie finally crossed that line?

Enter contractor Max Schultz, who is not only good at working on houses, but he’s good at working on Sadie too. Much to Max’s dismay, as he’s trying to win Sadie’s heart, he finds Sadie’s first love, Henry Fitzsimmons, is back in the picture, snooping around.

Sadie doesn’t know which way to turn or who to trust, including herself. Can Sadie clear her name and open her heart all at the same time?

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The first person I ever killed was a has-been comedian. I didn’t mean to kill him, of course. The tabloid websites said it was drugs and alcohol, but I knew the truth. It was all my fault. My friends and I had been out drinking, and I quoted a line from this guy’s most popular movie. The movie was still relatively obscure, and I had to explain it. Someone asked, “Whatever happened to that guy?” and my answer was, “Oh, he’s probably drinking himself to death right now.”

Guess what? He was.

This sort of thing happens to me more often than I’d like to admit. I don’t even know what to call it—psychic ability, premonitions, a sixth sense? It’s not creepy, not really. Just enough to send a small chill up my spine. It never bothered me—until death got involved. Most of the time, it’s pretty innocuous. Like someone from my past will pop into my head, and the next day I run into them. Or I think about a song that I haven’t heard in years and then suddenly it comes on the radio. Nothing big, just coincidences. A lot of coincidences.

Until the day it started turning fatal.

Rob, my boyfriend of almost two years, doesn’t believe me. When something happens and I tell him, “Oh, I had a dream about that,” or “I was just thinking about this,” he says I’m trying to be dramatic and seek attention. (which wouldn’t really be such a big stretch, considering my family. We’re the poster children for dysfunction). But I’m not like the rest of my family. I actually don’t even tell many people about it because I don’t want attention, certainly not for this. I want to be taken seriously. I teach high school American history. With kids these days being tougher and tougher, I need as much street cred as I can get. The last thing I need is for them to think I’m some kind of quack or whack job.

My best friend, Therese, knows all about it. She’s one of the few people I can talk to about this topic. She doesn’t judge me or think I’m weird. I think she thinks I can predict the future or something. Which would be cool, but it is not what I do. I think I’m just intuitive at times. Who knows?

Over the years, since the comedian episode, I think I’ve been “responsible” for at least four deaths. A couple celebrities, a distant relative, and a well-known local businessman. When I have the dreams or make the comments, I don’t recognize them as premonitions. They’re just random thoughts that pop into my brain and often fly out of my mouth without me even realizing what I’m saying. People are used to me doing that. It’s only later, after the event, that I realize what happened. In each case, I made an unkind remark. It’s not just a premonition—I say something mean and then someone’s dead.


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Author Bio:

Telling stories of resilient women, Kathryn Biel hails from upstate New York and is a spouse and mother of two wonderful and energetic kids. In between being Chief Home Officer and Director of Child Development of the Biel household, she works as a school-based physical therapist. She attended Boston University and received her Doctorate in Physical Therapy from The Sage Colleges. After years of writing countless letters of medical necessity for wheelchairs, finding increasingly creative ways to encourage the government and insurance companies to fund her clients’ needs, and writing entertaining annual Christmas letters, she decided to take a shot at writing the kind of novel that she likes to read. Her musings and rants can be found on her personal blog, Biel Blather. She is the author of Good Intentions (2013), Hold Her Down (2014), I’m Still Here (2014), and Jump, Jive, and Wail (2015).


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True Confessions from the Green-Eyed Monster

It’s July, and that means a brand new blog theme. This month is Jealous July on my blog, and we’re starting with a guest post from a friend and fellow author. It’s interesting, when I came up with the idea of featuring specific themes on my blog each month, I made it simple: I used words starting with the same letter as the month. Mad May, Jello Shot June, Jealous July, Anything Goes August, etc.

Then, when it came time to invite other authors to takeover my blog, I considered the words I’d chosen. Mad May, I decided, would focus on antagonists, such as whether it’s how authors write them or what made them tick. It’s my opinion that a great story needs a fabulous antagonist. Jello Shot June was another easy one – so many books involve drinking, whether it causes characters to make good or bad decisions, or one of the characters is a bartender or restaurant owner by trade. I gathered lots of new drink recipes from that feature.

And then there’s Jealous July. In truth, I presumed authors would feature characters from their books. Jealousy is a powerful emotion, and it’s a great motivator to move a story forward. In fact, jealousy is a key aspect of the book I am currently working on (Lightbearer #4). It’s an especially common aspect of romance novels.

While that is, indeed, what most of my guests will discuss this month, it is not what my very first guest chose to write about. And in truth, I’m super excited to bring you her guest post, because as I read it for the first time, I thought, I feel exactly the same way. Because she wrote about jealousy – her own jealousy. You know, reality. The way we have all felt (or do feel) at one time or another. It’s such a real post, so honest, and so raw. And I’m so proud she chose to let me publish it on my blog. With that intro, I bring you Sheri Williams, and her Jealous July guest post:

Today I’m going to talk about the dark side of being an author. Or even better, being an author who has a lot of friends who are authors. Friends who have sold more books. Or gotten signed to a really good publishing house. Or who have hit the top of the Amazon best sellers list. Friends who have done all that while I’m still plugging away, trying desperately to get people to see me standing next to them. Jealousy. It’s an ugly thing. Hell I don’t even like the look of the word. It stares at you, looking deep, and finding all those little black spots in your soul that you thought you had under control.

And no one talks about it. No one acknowledges that it’s normal. Cause it is. It’s an absolutely normal part of the human condition. We all try to fight it. We all try to deny it, but it’s there. Never going away. I’m not saying it’s good or cool. It’s not. But it’s not the worst thing in the world, either. I’m not a liar. I’m not a thief. I’m not a murder. But I am jealous. I want to be doing great. Selling books. Winning awards. Going to conferences. But right now, all I can do it keep working toward those goals. Because someday I will get there. And it will more than likely be with the help of those I am jealous of. Because I love them. And they are awesome. And despite my jealousy, I am also proud as fuck of them. Because they are doing it. Every day working toward the same goals.And I bet if you asked and they chose to be honest, they might admit to being a tiny bit jealous, too.

Jealousy PicAnd ya know what? I’m gonna own that shit. I am jealous. It doesn’t make me love you or respect them less. If anything it makes me work harder. And anything that makes me work harder is a good thing in my mind. And now it sounds like I’m saying jealousy is a good thing, and I’m not sure if that is true. But for me, in this one case, being jealous of my friends’ accomplishments is making me work harder so I can have those accomplishments, too, (not the same exact ones, that would be greedy) and those opportunities that come with being accomplished. So there. That’s my big secret. I love my author friends. But I’m jealous of their success. But, I’m not letting it eat at me and tear me down. I’m using it as a kick in the ass to get me to their level. So then maybe someone starting out will be jealous of me, too. And maybe I’ll extend the same hand my friends have given me and I’ll help someone out. Because that would be awesome! Don’t you think?


Sheri Williams Author PicSheri Williams is an author who suffers from self diagnosed Author Multiple Personality Disorder. She started writing Romance, sweet and sexy, and has since started Gothic Horror, with a side project in Psychological Horror.

As well as being a writer, she is a wife, a mom, a geek. When not writing she can be found playing outside with her two daughters or binging on BBC shows on Netflix.

She is currently working on two projects for Booktrope’s new Forsaken Imprint, and a short that will be a part of Bewitching Desires, an anthology put out with some fellow Writing Wenches.

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One Shot Advice & A New Romance Series

New release alert! New release alert! Today, I have the privilege of hosting Misti Murphy on my blog. What makes it such a privilege, you ask? Besides the fact that she’s a super nice person and she writes decidedly delicious smutty romance? Sounds like I really don’t need another reason, doesn’t it? Yeah, well I have one anyway. Today is RELEASE DAY for her Magnetic Desire Series. That’s right, three books are available for public consumption, all at once, as of TODAY!

I’m so happy for Misti! I’ve read her first book, Raven Falling, as well as the short she wrote for the Unwrapping Love Christmas anthology. And I’ve had the privilege of reading the next books coming in the Magnetic Desires Series! (Being an author’s friend has it’s perks.) I can say with authority that you will love this book, and the entire series. I love Misti’s writing style, not to mention her broken yet lovable heroes, and of course, the steamy scenes. Misti knows how to write a scorching hot sex scene.

*Fans self*

Oh yeah, and let’s not forget those super HAWT covers. Check them out below, after you read Misti’s post and the excerpt from Compulsion. As if you’ll need another excuse to pick up this series!

Anyway, let’s get to today’s Jello Shot June blog post, brought to you by Misti Murphy. And if you want to start this series, you can do so HERE.


Tequila Shots

I’m not going to give you a recipe today. I don’t think you need one for tequila shots. They’re pretty easy. You lick the salt, you sip the tequila and you suck that damn lemon for all your worth. Lick, sip, suck. Sounds like the perfect shot for a smutty romance writer.

So I’m going to talk about my slight obsession with this shot and why it’s important to my writing.

A few years ago, before I became a serious writer someone taught me that to live life, you couldn’t just go through the motions, but that you actually had to take the time to enjoy it. At the time we were heading out on the town and having tequila shots. These shots became an institution, ‘Tequila Friday’ which were held once a month and turned into quite large gatherings.

I didn’t quite get the point back then. I mean tequila shots, with the salt and the lemon. They’re good even if they do taste like nail polish remover, and Friday nights were fun. But here’s the thing…

The lesson I really learnt was to go out and have fun doing whatever you’re doing, and for me that is writing. I love writing more than I love tequila. Yeah, see ya later tequila. I’m one of those writers who cannot drink and write.

And when I write I remember the tequila, the cocktails, the scotch I no longer have time to drink, but don’t miss because I get more joy from writing smutty romance than I ever got from drinking. And I remember that even though the characters that fill the pages are for the most part not real people, they too deserve to live life and enjoy it. Perhaps that’s why almost every book I write has a scene with tequila, like the excerpt below from my debut contemporary romance, Compulsion, which is now available on Amazon.


Ordering tequila and beers, I pulled her between me and the bar and grazed the nape of her neck with my teeth. She shivered from my touch and leaned on the bar, subtly moving away from me. Only, the way she was leaning didn’t take her further away. “Are you sure you want to lean on the bar like that?”

“What?” She glanced at me over her shoulder.

Sliding my fingers over one hip, I took her wrist in my other hand, darting my tongue over the pulse point. “Leaning like that puts that sexy ass of yours dangerously close to my crotch.”


Still holding her wrist, I sprinkled salt over the moist spot I’d left with my tongue, and clamped her fingers around a slice of lemon. Picking up a shot glass, I tossed back the tequila before sliding my lips over her salted skin and sucking the lemon between her fingers.

“Why?” She trembled while I went through the ritual again, this time salting the length of my thumb as well.

Because I couldn’t let you get away a second time. “Why what?”

“Why are you doing this? You could have any girl.” She darted glances around the room, but my gaze was on her. Not the girls, in barely there clothes, assets on display. That wasn’t what I wanted.

“Let’s have a drink.” I handed her a shot. “We’ll talk later.”

“You don’t have to take me home, Orion. I know you’d do anything for me, but this…”

I tipped my glass, and nibbled along her wrist. “This is what I want.”


The Magnetic Desires Series:


Compulsion blurb:

Stranded in the friend zone, Orion’s been in love with his best friend Clo since high school, unable to work out how to get her to see him as more.

After catching her husband cheating, Clo turns to her best friend Orion for support, only to find he wants more than she’s willing to give.

While Orion shows her that not all men are pricks, and not all roses have thorns, Clo must find a way to let go of the past and open herself up to a second chance at love.


Misti Murphy Author PicA little about the author and where you can connect:

Misti Murphy writes about smart, sexy women and the dirty talking alphas that love them.  She also enjoys emotionally torturing them. Damaged alphas with a twist are her favorite.
When she’s not writing, she’s enjoying her own happily ever after with her teacher hubby, four hellions, and two fur babies. She has a weakness for chocolate, procaffinating, and stalking Facebook. You can connect with Misti using both options below:




Join the Authors After Dark Party!

Today is an unusual Jello Shot June blog post. Today, I’m going to tell you about Authors After Dark, a readers convention that’s being held in Atlanta, Georgia this year. The dates are August 12-16, 2015. Why am I telling you this? Because I will be there! Yep. I’m a featured author this year. Oh, and I like wine. See how I pulled the Jello Shot June theme into the post? Clever, eh? Okay, anyway…

What does this mean to you? Allow me to explain…
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It means you, along with myself, and a slew of other readers and authors, will get to learn firsthand why locals refer to it as “Hotlanta.” I’ve heard it gets so hot in August, you can fry an egg on the sidewalk. I don’t know about you, but I’d sure like to see that!

It means one last hurrah before fall, when life gets so damn busy we can hardly keep up, let alone get ahead. Think of it as a vacation. With me! I love vacations, and I love sharing them. Just don’t touch my wine. Okay, just kidding. I love sharing my wine, too. So long as there is plenty more available. It’s way more fun to drink with a friend. Or a hundred.

It means the image you have of me – and those other authors who will be there – in your head will be forever altered. Hopefully in a good way. Although I do laugh too loudly and far too often and sometimes tell raunchy jokes, and my gatekeeper tends to take its own vacation when I’ve had a few glasses of wine. So maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all…

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It means if you are remotely obsessed with any of my books, you will have someone to talk to who is happy to analyze, expound, discuss, pick apart, and talk endlessly about them for as long as you’d like – and then some. We’ll make a contest of it. Whoever gets sick of talking about my books first has to buy the next round. I like red wine, just so you know. Although if it’s as hot as they say it will be, I may have to switch to white for the week. Just as long as it isn’t too sweet.

It means you can go to these things called “panels” where a row of authors line up behind a table and you ask questions and we have to come up with at least semi-intelligent answers. I’m not supposed to tell you who will be featured on which panels, but I will say this: I write paranormal books, specifically those about shifters. And I write blue collar romance. And comedy. And you could probably hit me up and I’ll let you know what else I may or may not write/happen to believe I know enough about to sit on a panel. Assuming I’m on any panels, of course. Which I am. Because I’m a featured author. (I just wanted to say I’m a featured author again, because it sounds so… cool.)


It means you get to go to a ball. Yep, one of those debutant-thingies. People dress up. There are themes. I’m hosting a table at the Tiara Ball. And last I checked, it wasn’t full, so if you wanna join me for dinner…

There are also excursions. Apparently, they let us leave the hotel on occasion. Together. Readers and authors. Bonding. And if I’m involved, there will be wine. Because, well, wine goes well with bonding. Or anything.

Mostly, it’s an opportunity to hang out with a bunch of cool romance authors. Meet a few new ones. Get up close and personal with your faves. Oh, and there’s me, wherever I fall in those categories.

So you should join us. Here’s the link: AUTHORS AFTER DARK

Sign up. And get ready, HotLanta, because we’re about to take over your town!

Book Review & Drink Recipe – Love and Libations by Patricia Eddy

So I read this book. It’s called Love and Libations. Seems appropriate for Jello Shot June, eh? It’s about a guy who owns a bar. Okay, yeah, that’s part of the story, but no, that’s not what it’s about. What it’s about is two lost souls who figure out how to grow as individuals, and then, eventually, as a couple. It’s about realizing you need to let someone go, in order to get them back again, once they are whole.

And it’s about abuse.

True confession: Before I read this book, I was one of those people who didn’t quite understand why a woman would stay with a man who so obviously abused her. Just freaking leave, already, lady! That was my advice, born largely from the fact that I used to work in nonprofit, and I know there is help out there for abused women. So many charities available, and who the hell cares if you have to accept charity? In the long run, your life will be better, you will be healthier, and, frankly, alive.

After reading this book, I now realize the situation goes so much deeper than that. First, many women may not realize they are being abused, if the abuse is psychological, which is what happens in many cases (including in this book). Unfortunately, psychological abuse is a hell of a lot harder to combat than physical abuse. It’s far less black and white. Hell, it isn’t black and white at all.

To a certain extent, it’s a very gray area. I know people who are in co-dependant relationships, to the point where I question whether they could function as individuals. Some would argue that’s psychological abuse. Yet those I know are truly, legitimately happy with their lives. Of course, when that relationship involves beating down one person’s ego or self-esteem for the sake of the other person – or, frankly, for any reason whatsoever – that is abuse, straight up.

This book made me question my own beliefs. It forced me to like a heroine that initially I might not be inclined to like. Lilah grew so much in this story. So. Much. I was so proud, as if I were her parent, and watched her grow up.

And then there was Garrett. Oh, Garrett. We didn’t get to see his growth; it happened before the book began, but that’s okay, because the place he was at the beginning of the book was integral to how it all played out. The way he so clearly had feelings for Lilah, yet he knew damn well he had to walk away, because she was not in the right place yet. And he did it. God, I don’t know if I could have, if I were in the same situation. How the hell do you walk away from someone you love – for their own good?

If you haven’t guess it already, I gave this book five stars. It’s a great read – emotional, heartwarming, sexy – a perfect romance. Oh yeah, and since it’s Jello Shot June, let’s not forget it’s about a guy who owns a bar. That guy – Garrett – creates his own specialty drinks, including a grunge version of Rock & Rye. Want the recipe? Guess what I have for you…

Rock & Rye is a rather traditional cocktail made from rye whiskey and rock candy (yes, really). Garrett makes his own according to this recipe. But while Rock & Rye is delicious, it’s not very Seattle. That’s where the Grunge comes in. Seattle was the birthplace of Grunge and Garrett has an affinity for the music. He hopes you’ll enjoy his recipe as well as his book, Love and Libations.

Love & Libations CoverGrunge Rock & Rye

  • 2 oz Rock & Rye
  • 1 oz Grenadine
  • Ballast Point Habanero Sculpin

Mix the Rock & Rye and the grenadine in a cocktail shaker with an ice cube to chill. Pour into your glass of choice (a schooner or a chalice). Top with at least six ounces of beer.

Note: Garrett used Ballast Point Habanero Sculpin, but he also fancies Fresh Squeezed IPA for a more local and less spicy flare or Elysian’s Space Dust IPA for the essence of Seattle.


About the Author:

Patricia Eddy_Head ShotPatricia D. Eddy can’t stop writing. Not that she’s tried. Her characters won’t let her.

She fuels her writing with copious amounts of caffeine-she lives in Seattle, after all-and rewards herself with good Scotch and red wine.

In between writng, editing, and mentoring other authors, she runs around lakes, reads late into the night, and is terribly addicted to Doctor Who and Sherlock. She has a thing for quirky British men and isn’t ashamed to admit it.

Her quirky-but-not-British husband never gives her grief for working long hours or occasionally talking to herself when she has disagreements with her characters, for which she is very thankful.

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Thank you for reading today’s episode of Jello Shot June! We’ll be back with more drink recipes, more bartenders, and more great books!



Enjoy A Charlottini Today! Courtesy of Author Charlotte Daly

Happy Jello Shot June! Thank you, Tami Lund, for hosting me on your blog.

Summer has finally arrived here in New England, which means it’s time to paarrt-y! Break out the shakers and fancy glasses. There’s nothing better than sitting poolside or swinging in a shady hammock with a cool cocktail in your hand.

I’m a martini girl, and one of my favorites is a personal creation, one I have dubbed the Charlottini (makes 2):

1 jigger Citrus Vodka (Absolut Citron is my favorite)

½ jigger Triple Sec

2 jiggers Ocean Spray Ruby Red Grapefruit Juice (the light, low-cal one works fine)

Wedge of fresh lime

Pour liquor over ice in shaker and blend thoroughly. Squeeze lime into the bottom of a chilled martini glass and wipe lime around rim. Strain cocktail into glass, sip, and enjoy!

Repeat as necessary. Possibly often.


My upcoming contemporary romance, Memories of You from Lachesis Publishing, has a summer-bar-party theme.


What happens when a big-city Cinderella trades her shattered glass slipper for a pair of FMP stilettos? That’s how Zoe Anderson chooses to cope after her husband’s murder, her brutal rape. But it’s been three years, and her persistent psychotic episodes now threaten her job. Her shrink says to reboot: start over, return to an earlier, happier time. So she’s headed upstate where she spent summers as a kid. Zoe’s inherited her aunt’s lakeside cottage in the mountains—perfect timing—but finds it, like her life, in shambles.

Playboy Jason Rolland appears to have everything—a successful business, his own radio show, and all the beach babes he can handle. His resort has Zoe’s childhood vacation home landlocked, and now he wants the rest—razed. He’s already erased every other trace of his own false-perfect childhood, one that convinced Jason true love doesn’t exist, and that he’s destined to follow in his father’s unfaithful footsteps.

Zoe finds herself a reluctant guest at Lakeview Lodge. She befriends the elegant Jamaican bartender, Jade, and when Jason’s womanizing ways chases off Jade’s summer help, Zoe steps up. She tended bar nights while she was in college, and she can’t think of a better way to keep busy and rewind her life to happier times.

But Jason has his sights set on Zoe, and quickly succumbs to jealousy as he watches her flirt with bar patrons . . .

Excerpt from Memories of You, Book 1 in The Lake George Series:


Jason drained his glass and slammed it down on the table. He waved at the waitress, who hesitated when she saw him. She cast a worried glance over her shoulder, then disappeared into the bar. A few moments later, it was Jade who rounded the corner and stood there, glaring.

“What the hell is the matter with you, Mon?” Jade’s hands were rolled into tight fists on her hips. Standing over him as she was, Jason could swear she’d grown to nine feet tall. And she seemed to be wavering just a little. Or was that his eyes? Yes, perhaps it was. The flowers on her blouse were…moving. Swaying in the breeze. But there’s no wind in here. Jason chuckled and swiped a hand over his face.

I think four double vodkas might be my limit.

“So how’s Zoe’s real estate negotiations going? You’d think…” he hiccuped, “you’d think as the other interested party in this venture, I’d have been involved, wouldn’t ya?” Jason found it difficult to make the words come out without spitting. His tongue felt lazy, swollen.

Wow, vodka is a wonderful anesthetic. Makes talking a little challenging, though. But it’s a very effective painkiller. I don’t feel nearly as bad now as I did earlier.

Jade was scowling at him, shaking her head. “You’re drunk on your ass.”

“Don’t you look at me like that, big sister. I’m a grown man. I can drink as much as I want.” With his head tipped back, struggling to keep his eyes focused on Jade’s face, he was feeling a little dizzy.

Wow, she’s really tall tonight.

Jason tried to stand up. Jade’s hand came down on his shoulder and slammed him back into his seat.

“No scenes. This is my place of business too. You just keep your sorry ass right there in the chair.” She turned and motioned for one of the waitresses. “Go tell Claude we need some help out here,” she murmured when one drew near.

“I’m not hungry,” Jason sputtered. “What the hell do I need Claude for?”

But there he was, appearing as if out of nowhere right beside Jade. The man, whose mass was always intimidating, looked even bigger to Jason.

It’s like Alice in Wonderland. Everybody is either bigger or taller.

Jason chuckled at the thought, and was struggling to form the words around his lazy tongue when Jade said, “Claude, Mr. Rolland isn’t feeling well tonight. Can you please help him up to his cabin?”

Claude reached to untie his stained, cook’s apron, but Jade laid a hand on his arm.

“Better leave that on. We’ll get you a clean one when you get back,” she murmured.

“I’m not ready to go to my cabin,” Jason began. He planted both hands on the table and tried again to stand. “I need to have some words with our pretty little barmaid.”

But before the words were out of his mouth, he felt Claude’s bulbous arm hook his rib cage and lift him to his feet.

Man, this guy’s strong. And fast. We’re moving way too fast.

The whole room was swaying now, and the movement made Jason’s stomach lurch. He just couldn’t seem to keep his feet moving fast enough to keep up with Claude’s pace. His toes kept scraping along the floor, bumped over the doorstep, and then thumped down the steps to the parking lot.

Charlotte Day

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Enjoy A Sea Breeze With Your Romance

Hello, and welcome to the first installment of Jello Shot June on my blog! All month long, I’ll feature books and authors and their connection to tasty drinks. Because who doesn’t love a little liquid refreshment? Coming up, you’ll get reviews, drink recipes, new releases, and maybe an interview with a bartender or two. It should be fun!

Today, we’re starting with a recipe, a new release, an excerpt, and a review, all wrapped into one post. We like to start big here on Tami’s Thoughts. Take a look below, and yes, it’s perfectly appropriate to steal this recipe and make one for yourself. In fact, I encourage it!


The Sea Breeze: a refreshing concoction of grapefruit juice, cranberry, and vodka, shaken to create some sea foam, and served over ice with a slice of lime. Yum. Refreshing and delicious.

Sex on the Beach is another tasty cocktail, with many variations. Peachy, sweet, and guaranteed to give you a buzz. Really fast.

The standard Sex on the Beach recipe is as follows:

Ingredients: 1 1/3 oz. Vodka, 1 1/3 oz. Cranberry juice, 2/3 oz. Peach schnapps, 1 1/3 oz. Orange juice but can be served as a cocktail over ice with a fruity garnish or as a shooter. I prefer the shooter.

I’ve worked as a bartender and had several variations. Here’s another one: vodka, Chambord, Midori Melon Liqueur, pineapple juice, and cranberry juice.

Every bartender tends to put their own twist on this simple drink.

In my latest romance, Sea Breeze, we have two bartenders, both servicing up two different versions. Here’s a little excerpt taken from a scene set in Ocho Ríos, Jamaica in Sea Breeze:

I follow Eric and Isaac behind the empty bar, and Eric points to the well. “I challenge you to a little Sex on the Beach mix-off. We don’t have enough ingredients here at Isaac’s bar to do a real mix-off. No offense, Isaac, but I can’t let you behind the bar on the ship, or I’d get fired.” I smirk, and Isaac laughs out loud. “You were talking really big last night about how Vegas bartenders are the best bartenders in the world, so let’s see who makes a better drink. You up for it?”

“Oh, Eric. One of these days, we’ll have a real mix-off behind a full bar, no offense, Isaac.” Isaac waves me off. “And you can show me your best, but right now, you don’t stand a chance, not with something easy like that. Challenge accepted.”

I let Eric go first and he mixes up a regular cocktail: vodka, peach schnapps, orange, and cranberry over ice. He does add a little lime juice to it and a sugar rim. I taste it, it’s good. I like the lime juice. “Tasty. Now stand back and watch how it’s done.”

A few other visitors wander over to see what all the commotion is about, and so I decide to give them and Eric a show. Organizing the bottles I’ll need in the well, I line up eight shot glasses and grab two shakers and two pint glasses. I fill the two shakers with ice, and then pull out the cranberry and orange juices, pouring those at the same time. Next I juggle the bottle of vodka, spinning it in the palm of my hand, and then high-pouring from above my head into the shakers. Lastly, I pull the schnapps bottle out of the well, tossing it behind my back, and I high-pour it into the shakers. I smack the pint glasses into the shakers simultaneously, securing them, and then I spin one in each hand until they’re both nice and cold. A quick tap on the bar releases the pints, and I pour off one, filling half the glasses, and then dump the first shaker in the sink. I pour the last over the shot glasses, filling them almost to the brim. I top it off with a little extra kick and float a little Grand Marnier in each glass, and then, with a flick of my wrist, the bottle goes back on the shelf. Isaac cheers loudly and Eric smirks. I give him and Isaac each a glass, take one for me, and then offer the last five to the people who’ve been watching.

“Her show yuh, mon. My God. Dat a beautiful ting.” Isaac throws back his shot and licks his lips.

Clinking glasses with me, Eric drinks his shot, keeping his eyes on me. He leans in and whispers in my ear. “That was so fucking sexy to watch.”

My heart hammers against my ribs. It’s him who’s sexy. How in the hell is he single?

“Thanks, Isaac. Ready to get a little wet, Jordan?” Eric wiggles his eyebrows at me.

I snicker. “Yes, please.”



Sea Breeze

Let me also add my own two cents to your decision to purchase this book. I have already read it, and I can give my stamp of approval (for what that’s worth). Jennifer Senhaji is one of those authors who is brilliant at painting a picture, making the book real. As I read, I was in San Juan with them, I was on the cruise ship; I was in bed with Jordan and Eric. And let me tell you, it was pretty damn crowded in that tiny, twin bed, but I sure as hell wasn’t leaving, not until I was forced to, after Jennifer gave them their happily ever after. “Sweet and spicy romance author” is Jennifer’s tagline, and I have to agree, after reading Sea Breeze. It’s short, it’s hot, and it’s sweet. The perfect beach read.

Now, if all of that has whet your appetite, feel free to pick up a copy of Sea Breeze. It’s free with Amazon Unlimited. http://amzn.com/B00XGJCKNM


Sea Breeze Blurb:

Jordan has never been in love, or been anywhere. Trapped in Vegas, she schleps drinks and dodges losers, while suffering under a burden only she can shoulder. Her life is an endless stretch of blah with no escape.

Until now.

Instead of looking back, she’s sailing forward.

Eric has left his family and friends in San Francisco to travel the world, tending bar on a cruise ship to fund his adventures. He can charm any coed who comes aboard, but Jordan sees right through him.

On the blue cobblestone streets of San Juan, everything changes. Food. Music. Exotic locations. Possibilities. Setting out to discover the world, will Jordan discover herself?

Sometimes, adventure can set you free…


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Thanks for checking out the first installment of Jello Shot June on my blog. All month long, I’ll feature books and authors and their connection to cocktails. Because let’s face it, writers like their drinks. Now, before you go, comment with your favorite libation and please drink responsibly.

Antagonists Keep Readers Reading – with Mariana Gabrielle

To wrap up Mad May, there’s a Rafflecopter giveaway (bottom of post – keep reading) and an excerpt from a book I am currently reading. There are a few antagonists in this book, which makes me nuts. AKA, this author knows how to write evil characters, because let me tell you, I hate them! Take this one, for example:

A knock at her door made her shudder, but she stayed silent. Only one person would be disturbing her now, after the men had gone without winning a personal understanding, and he would enter whether or not she gave him leave. Initially, she had thought he hoped to catch her in dishabille, but he simply had no qualms about disturbing any of the performers. It was his theatre, he rationalized, his right to go anywhere he chose, and his obligation to make sure his underlings always knew it. That he might catch her half-clothed was an only an extra benefit.

Nigel Pate was nothing but smiles for the first few minutes of any conversation, as her dancing brought in more ticket sales and more renown than the Broomstraw had ever seen. Before her, no member of the nobility had ever attended. Now, ticket prices had risen so high they excluded every commoner in London.

The problem was, Nigel’s smiles were so greasy, they soon slid off his face.

“Good take tonight, m’dear. Two dukes in the gallery. Two!”

“I am not your dear, Nigel, and I am, of course, ever so pleased the esteem of the Broomstraw will be raised in the eyes of the aristocracy. I’m sure your profits will soar.”

“Your profits, too, dear.” The smile was slipping.

“So you say. I, however, have yet to see a ha’penny in ten years.”

“Jest do what LaRue commands, don’ I? He’s the man pays the bills.” When she rolled her eyes at the typical response, he changed the topic. “Like you say, ten years today since your start at the Broomstraw, and lucky day it was fer me, doncha know? Just want to mark the occasion.”

He handed her a garnet bracelet she knew had been sent to her by a well-connected knight a few days before. It had disappeared before the end of her show, Nigel once again pilfering her dressing room looking for valuables.

She took it from him anyway and pasted on her own fake smile. “How lovely. I will treasure it always.”


Don’t you just hate him? I do. I’m halfway through the book at this point, and having a difficult time putting it down at night for many reasons, not the least of which is I desperately want Nigel to get what’s coming to him. Proving, yet again, how important antagonists are to romance novels.

If you’re interested in reading more from the book featured above, here’s what it’s about:

Sired by a British peer, born of a paramour to Indian royalty, Kali Matai has been destined from birth to enthrall England’s most powerful noblemen—though she hadn’t counted on becoming their pawn. Finding herself under the control of ruthless men, who will not be moved by her legendary allure, she has no choice but to use her beauty toward their malicious and clandestine ends.

When those she holds most dear are placed in peril by backroom political dealings, she enlists some of the most formidable lords in England to thwart her enemies. But even with the help of the prominent gentlemen she has captivated, securing Kali’s freedom, her family, and the man she loves, will require her protectors stop at nothing to fulfill her desires.


And if you’re curious about the person who could write such a fascinating story, here’s her story:

Mari ChristieMariana Gabrielle is a pseudonym of Mari Christie, a professional writer, editor, and designer with almost twenty-five years’ experience. Published in dozens of nonfiction and poetry periodicals since 1989, she began writing mainstream historical fiction in 2009 and Regency romance in 2013. In all genres, she creates deeply scarred characters in uncommon circumstances who overcome self-imposed barriers to reach their full potential. She is a member of the Bluestocking Belles, the Writing Wenches, and the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers. Her first Regency romance, Royal Regard, was released in November 2014.


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