Matrimonial March Snippets

Let’s wrap up Matrimonial March with a rundown of the books I’ve published that are connected somehow with weddings. I’m sure it will come as no surprise that there are a few of them. Let’s get started…

 

The Bartender Nook 150The Bartender is my very first self-published book. It follows Julia Lee’s life, from her freshman year in college until the year she turns twenty-five, and includes the ups and downs of finding and losing love – and then finding it again. Several wedding scenes are featured in this book – Julia’s best friend’s wedding, a proposal gone wrong, and ultimately, Julie’s own happily ever after, which ends with her own wedding. It’s a sweet yet angsty read, with a surprising twist toward the end, and it’s only 99 cents. Click on the book cover if you want more!

 

 

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Valentine’s Day at The Resort is the fourth in The Resort series, and is all about weddings. Allison’s on again, off again boyfriend, Carter James, has been spending far too much time with the wedding planner who has taken over The Resort in preparation for the upcoming Valentine’s Day wedding, and Allison is determined to figure out why. As usual in this series, she gets caught up in something much bigger than she can handle alone, so she drags the usual players – Carter, the sexy police detective, Dan, her best friend, Bree – into her problems. And this time, the spunky, determined bride helps her solve this mystery as well. This is one bride who isn’t going to let anyone ruin her big day. The Resort series is full of wacky hi-jinxes and hot ‘n’ spicy scenes. While Valentine’s Day at The Resort is a perfect Matrimonial March read, the entire series is worth a few Saturday afternoons curled up on the couch with your e-reader!

 

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Naked Truth opens at a wedding. Kennedy is a bridesmaid in her cousin Sabrina’s wedding. Sabrina is marrying Cullen, an FBI agent whose partner happens to be super hot playboy, Jack Boudreaux. During the reception, Jack and Kennedy make use of the limo that’s waiting to take the wedding party back to the hotel at the end of the evening. Once Kennedy gets a taste of what Jack offers, she can’t say no to him, even when their affair puts her life in danger. Besides a spicy wedding scene, this book contains a crazed killer and exotic dancers. Male exotic dancers. Yep, you read that right! Click the cover to start reading today.

 

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The Perfect Christmas is part of a Christmas anthology called Unwrapping Love. While the story itself doesn’t include a wedding, a few months ago, I offered the epilogue here on my blog – which happens to be a scene from a wedding! If you haven’t read it, you can do so here. If you haven’t read the anthology, click the cover for more details. It’s over 700 pages of holiday love!

 

 

 

 

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Separation Anxiety is a free read available only on my website (click the cover to download). It’s not about weddings, exactly, but it is about divorce – specifically one couple’s attempt to avoid it. It’s a sweet and spicy short story that won’t take long to read, but will leave you with a smile on your face!

 

 

 

 

As you can see, weddings often come into play in my books. Partially, of course, that’s because I write happily ever afters, and, well, weddings are a natural part of that concept. It’s also because I worked in the wedding industry in my past life, and it’s easy to write what you know. And finally, I write about weddings because, well, there’s usually plenty of fodder to work with! Weddings are such a large production, the planning usually spans several months, so there’s bound to be something that happens that makes it worth opening the laptop and putting fingers to keys. Hey, I figure we’re all winners when that happens!

Well, this is the end of Matrimonial March on my blog. I hope you’ve enjoyed the various wedding-themed posts. Maybe you’ve even found a new book or a new author to love? Next up is Appetizing April. A whole slew of new blog posts, and they’re all about food. Because who doesn’t love food???

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A Gift for You – The Epilogue to The Perfect Christmas

If you haven’t read The Perfect Christmas, be forewarned that this is a spoiler. It is the epilogue to the short story I wrote for Unwrapping Love, a holiday anthology that you can purchase here.

If you have read The Perfect Christmas, then this is a treat! I wrote this epilogue fully intending to include it as part of the story, but my editor recommended I cut it out. She said the story wrapped up nicely without it, and we were limited in our word count, and not surprisingly, I was over my allotment. “Save it and use it as a blog post, after the anthology has been out for a while.”

She had an excellent idea. The anthology came out on December first, and I figured offering up this deleted scene was appropriate for Christmas day. So without further ado, I bring you the epilogue from The Perfect Christmas:

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Ten Years Later….

 

 

Anna stood in front of the French doors, looking out over the darkened landscape, dotted with multi-colored tiny Christmas lights. Jesse stepped up behind her, smoothed his hand up her back and then cupped her neck, massaging gently.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

She twisted her head to look over her shoulder and smiled. “It’s perfect. Everything is perfect.”

“Good.” He motioned with his empty beer bottle. “I’m going to go get everyone another round. You want one?”

She pulled the bottle out of his hand. “I’ll do it.”

“I’ll help you.”

Anna and Jesse exchanged a surprised look, but neither said anything out loud when Jessica walked over and interrupted their conversation. Jesse dropped his hand and Anna led her sister into the kitchen.

“So Mom says she’s using one of your ideas to redesign their kitchen.”

Anna shrugged. “Jesse’s going to do the work. I just gave him the idea.”

Just,” Jessica muttered under her breath. Then she added, “What can I do?” She stood in the middle of the room, looking slightly lost and as gorgeous as ever.

“Um, how about you get a bottle of wine from the rack? The opener is in that drawer over there.”

Anna snagged three bottles of beer from the fridge. When she turned around, Jessica stood, facing the counter, her palms planted on the smooth surface, her shoulders shaking slightly. Anna placed the beers on the counter and walked over to press her hand against Jessica’s back.

“Hey. What’s wrong?”

Jessica shook her head and tore a paper towel from the roll perched near her elbow. She dabbed at her eyes and cleared her throat. “I didn’t think I would cry.”

Fear sliced through Anna’s body, shooting from her extremities straight to her heart, where it wrapped its slimy, dark tentacles around and squeezed. She tried unsuccessfully to suck in air.

“Are you … are you changing your mind?”

It had been ten years. Cora knew her as cool Aunt Jess. She breezed through town less than half a dozen times a year, and life was always a party when she was around. While they no longer argued and fought like hateful sisters, Anna was always relieved when she left again – without her daughter.

“About what?”

“Cora.”

Jessica turned around and leaned against the counter. Her face wasn’t even splotchy. If Anna had been crying, her face would look like she was having an allergic reaction.

“No. Mom and I said we would take both your girls for a spa day for Christmas, and we meant it. And if you’re worried we’re going to corrupt them, don’t be. You have had far too much influence by now. For God’s sake, Cora wants to become a partner in yours and Jesse’s business someday. What twelve year old wants to be a carpenter?”

The slimy tentacles retracted and Anna blew out a relieved breath. “Of course,” she said, her voice shaking only a little.

She waited while Jessica dug around in the junk drawer, searching for the wine opener.

“She isn’t mine,” Jessica said into the silence. “I mean, she is, but, you know…”

“I know,” Anna reassured her. “And I can never thank you enough for that gift. Both of them.”

“Cora and Gina?”

“Cora and Jesse. And Gina.”

“You two did make a pretty cute kid. Funny that she looks just like me.”

Anna did not rise to that bait. Secretly, she was pleased that both of her daughters had inherited Jessica and her mother’s beauty. She’d confessed as much to Jesse last night, and in an effort to demonstrate just how beautiful she was, he’d seduced her on the rug in front of the Christmas tree. She hadn’t minded the reassurance. Not in the least.

“We should probably get back with the drinks. Mom’s wine glass was empty when we came in here. I’m surprised she hasn’t come charging in, demanding her refill.”

“Danny and I split.”

So that was the cause of the tears. Jessica wasn’t feeling sentimental over seeing her biological daughter during the holidays. She was upset over the loss of her relationship with her rock star boyfriend.

“I’m sorry.”

“He’s big time now, you know. Hot young bimbos are throwing themselves at him at every turn. It was only a matter of time. I guess even I have begun to age.” She sighed deeply.

“You’re just as beautiful as you’ve always been, Jessica.” Anna fed her sister the obligatory compliment, but the thing was… it was true.

Jessica waved away her words and filled the wine glass she’d brought with her into the kitchen. “It’s okay. I met this twenty-two year old at the bar the night before last. I’m actually going to meet him again in about an hour.”

Anna probably should have been shocked. She’d learned ten years ago not to be shocked by her sister. Jessica was, and always would be… Jessica.

“Listen, before you go …” Anna reached out, touched her sleeve, then pulled back, unsure of what to say, where to start. How did you thank someone, when they didn’t even really believe they’d given you a gift in the first place?

“Yes. I will.”

“Huh?”

“Jesse told me about your plans for your tenth anniversary. I said I’d come back into town to watch the girls.”

“You … you will?” Never in a million years would Anna have dreamed to ask her sister to watch her two children while she and Jesse slipped away for a tenth anniversary trip.

“What? Would you rather leave them with our parents?”

Anna laughed, then slapped a hand over her mouth. Jessica tossed her a wry grin and sipped from her wine glass.

“Jesse’s parents will watch them. Or his sister.”

Jessica shook her head. “No. I want to. It’ll be good for me. For them.”

Those slimy, scary tentacles started to advance again. “You won’t …”

“Suddenly develop maternal feelings? Not a chance. I’m digging this Aunt Jess status. It’s pretty cool, actually. And it’s only in short spurts, which is even better. So stop worrying. It’s been ten years, Anna. How much longer will it be before you are convinced that Cora and Jesse are yours, and they always will be?”

Anna impulsively grabbed her sister and pulled her into a breathtaking hug. Jessica endured it for approximately ten seconds, and then she pushed her sister away. “Go. Get in there and deliver beers to the guys. And then go hug on that husband of yours. You know he likes it more than I do.”

“Yeah. He does.”

 

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Happy Holidays! Thx for Reading

Want to Unwrap Love with the Writing Wenches?

On December first, the Writing Wenches released their first anthology. I say “first” because believe it or not, we’re already knee deep in planning for a summer anthology! But let’s talk Christmas first.

Unwrapping Love is a collection of twenty-one short stories, all revolving around the Christmas holidays, all revolving around finding love. Some have bad girls and good guys; some have bad boys and good girls. Some are sweet; some are quite naughty. If you’re concerned (or curious) there are snowflakes at the beginning of each chapter – the more snowflakes, the naughtier the story. Yeah, go ahead and skip ahead if you want. Just make sure you return to read the rest. They’re worth it, trust me.

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Oh wait, you probably actually want to know what it’s about, huh? The Perfect Christmas is about Anna, a girl who comes from the perfect family, and is anything but. Her perfect older sister married the perfect man and had the perfect daughter, and Anna has to watch from the outside while they live their perfect lives.

Except, that perfection turns out to be a facade, and much to Anna’s shock, delight, amazement and any other surprise-like adjective you can think of, it turns out her brother-in-law Jesse has feelings for her, too.

Or does he? Does he really like her, or was he using Anna to get revenge on his wife? As impossible as it seems, this story really does have a happy ending – I promise!

This week, a few of the Writing Wenches are hosting a blog hop to showcase our super cool (and outrageously huge) anthology. Each wench is hosting a giveaway, and telling you a bit about her part in Unwrapping Love! Be sure to stop by each website to learn more about the anthology and enter each individual giveaway, which will be posting over the next several days.

Kay Blake contributed Winter’s Gift. Her site is http://www.authorkayblake.wordpress.com

Christine Cacciatore wrote Noah Cane’s Candy. She blogs at http://poopwafoley.blogspot.com/ .

Patricia D. Eddy wrote On The Eve of Love. Her website is http://www.pdeddy.com/holiday-blog-hop.A Little Snow Music

C. S. Kendall is the author of Second Chance Girl. She would love it if you would visit her at http://www.cskendall.net

Tami Lund is the author of The Perfect Christmas. You can find her at http://tamilund.com/?page_id=91 .

Misti Murphy contributed Christmas Candy. Her site is http://mistimurphy.weebly.com .

Quenby Olson wrote First Position. You can visit her at http://quenbyolson.wordpress.com/ .

CoverShutUp&KissMeKeisha K. Page contributed Rhythm of Love. Her website is http://thewordmistress.blogspot.com/ .

Grace Ravel wrote Shut Up and Kiss Me. Her site is www.graceravel.com

Jennifer Ray wrote Declan’s Special. You can visit her at www.adventuresinjentopia.wordpress.com .

Jennifer Senhaji is the author of Angels in Disguise. You can find her at http://jennifersenhaji.blogspot.com/ .

A.E. Snow contributed Miles and Mae. Her site is at www.aesnowauthor.blogspot.comWinters Gift_K Blake

Sheri Williams wrote Numb, and is sharing the blog hop from the Writing Wenches main website at www.writingwenches.com.

S. K. Wills wrote Hanley’s Secret. Her website is http://skwills.com/blog/ .

Allison Winfield is the author of Stay With Me. You can find her at http://alwinfield.com .

Other stories in Unwrapping Love were contributed by:

Melody Barber

Sonja Frojendal

Melina Gillies

Michael Simko

Beth Stanley

K.R. Wilburn

And now for my giveaway! Want a copy of my romantic suspense, Candy Crush? I’ll make it easy. In the comments below, tell me your favorite kind of romance. Do you like the opposites attract concept most of us used in the anthology? Do you like suspense or mystery with your romance? Do you like historical romance? Do you like baby romance or lost loves or love-at-first-sight? Paranormal? Fantasy? Fall in love with geeks romance? December-May romance? Tell me in the comments! At the end of the tour, I’ll randomly pick a winner and that person will get a copy of Candy Crush. And don’t forget to visit the other blogs noted above. Everybody’s giving away *something*!

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And if you want to buy Unwrapping Love, here you go: Amazon

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Unwrapping Love… For Your Reading Pleasure

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It’s release day. Unwrapping Love, an anthology of 21 holiday-themed short stories, is officially available for purchase, via ebook or legit paperback. Your choice. If you were one of the lucky ones who pre-ordered it, the book is on your kindle right now, waiting for you to power up and get down to the business of reading. If you haven’t purchased it yet, you can do so here. If you want to join the Release Day Party, you can do so here. Free stuff, author takeover, and hot guy pics galore.

Not enough incentive? Okay, let me tell you about my contribution to this amazing anthology. It’s called The Perfect Christmas. Why that title? Well, initially, it’s a tongue-in-cheek title. Anna, the heroine, has, generally speaking, a pretty shitty life. Nothing goes right for her, largely because her older sister is so damn perfect, and Anna just can’t compete. So she learned long ago not to bother.

The Perfect Christmas begins just a few day before Christmas, with Anna’s sister, Jessica, more or less bullying her into babysitting, so that she and her husband can go out – separately, of course. Because that’s what they do.

Anna doesn’t really mind, though, because she utterly adores her two year old niece, and bonus when her brother-in-law’s plans get cancelled, and he ends up staying home and hanging with her and Cora. Oh, did I mention that Anna has a big fat crush on her brother-in-law?

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Once Cora is asleep, things happen, and then more things happen, and… well, I’ll let you read it for yourself.

What you can’t read anywhere else is what happened last Christmas. That particular Christmas is alluded to in the beginning of The Perfect Christmas, so I thought, instead of leaving it to your imagination, I’d actually let you know what happened… Last Christmas. So here it is, the prelude to The Perfect Christmas, one year previous….

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Anna hated Christmas. Mostly because of the gift-giving and the spending-time-with-family. Which, really, pretty much summed up the holiday. She didn’t even like her family, yet she felt obligated to purchase gifts and force grimace-like smiles when they opened said gifts and pretended to like them.

Usually, she plucked something from the shelves of the pharmacy where she worked. That way, she didn’t have to actually put much effort into it, and when they returned the gifts, it was a painless process, since everyone in her store knew her family. They’d come to expect her mother, shortly after New Year’s, after the crowds thinned, gift receipt and unopened package in hand. She always exchanged it for the same thing, too: vitamins or face cream on which the packaging swore it would make one look ten years younger. Her sister, Jessica, always demanded the cash, and then would scowl at the bills, presumably insulted that Anna had spent so little on her. Her dad was the only one who didn’t make an appearance, but that’s because her mom took care of that responsibility.

Jesse and Cora were the exception. She actually put forth the effort for their gifts. Anna admitted — if only to herself — that she loved to wander the aisles of Toys R’ Us, seeking the perfect gift for her perfect niece.

And then there was Jesse. She didn’t know him well, but she liked him better than anyone else in her family. Cora had been born two years ago this coming spring, and he and Jessica had gotten married pretty much the moment they figured out Jessica was pregnant. She’d met Jesse a few days before the wedding, and they’d not said two words to each other. Instead, she and Jessica had exchanged insults, which, frankly, wasn’t different from any other day of the week.

She’d known him for two years, and she genuinely liked Jesse. if she was perfectly honest with herself, she would admit that it was more than a simple like. But Anna was used to dealing with denial, so she rarely went there, even in her own mind.

Still, she wanted to buy him a gift he would appreciate, something sincere, something that said, You are important to me.

And it was exactly that theory that made the search for his gift so damn hard. Everything was too little or too much. Too personal or not enough. Too … telling of her feelings, feelings she wasn’t even ready to admit to herself, let alone the recipient.

In the end, it was Christmas Eve and she hadn’t yet found whatever the hell she had been looking for, and in an act of utter frustration, she’d snagged a hat from the very place she worked, the exact place she had no intention of buying a gift from. It wasn’t even in the seasonal section. Someone had obviously picked it up, walked around the store and then changed their mind. When she’d grabbed it, it had been stuffed on top of a shampoo bottle; clearly in the wrong place. Feeling desperate, Anna had lifted it off the bottle and strode to the check out register, using her discount and paying cash. She’d forgotten to ask for a gift receipt, but who really cared? She’d been working at this store for years. She’d probably die here, since they had a lousy retirement plan.

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Jesse unwrapped the black and gray knit cap. “Cool. Thanks, Anna.” He pulled the cap out of the bag, tugged off the tag and stuffed it onto his head. “You bought me a black hat to go with my brown jacket.”

Shit. She hadn’t even thought of that. The color scheme hadn’t even occurred to her. Clearly, she was nothing like her sister. “Sorry,” she mumbled, feeling unaccountably embarrassed. “I can exchange it.”

While her sister and mother made degrading comments about her taste in head attire, Jesse smiled so brightly he could have lit the room without the help of the tree and lamp, and said, “No, it’s fine. Really. I love it.”

Was she imagining the inflection on the word love? Probably. Undoubtedly. Jesse had Jessica, and she was as perfect as it was possible for a human being to be. Anna could dream all she wanted, but the reality was, she would never be good enough for someone like her brother-in-law.

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Intrigued? The Perfect Christmas is part of the Unwrapping Love anthology. It’s available now, exclusively through Amazon. You can download, or buy the real deal, and they’ll ship you a book.

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In the meantime, if you have any questions about the anthology, or the Writing Wenches, ask in the comments below. Otherwise, happy reading!

PS – Stay tuned, because in a few weeks, probably shortly before Christmas, I’ll post the epilogue to The Perfect Christmas, here on my blog. The epilogue was actually supposed to be included in the story, but for one reason or another, my editor and I both decided to nix it. Well, not nix it entirely, just cut it from the anthology. Luckily, I saved the copy to my computer, and I’ll be able to share it with you all, right here. But first, I figure I’ll give you a chance to read the story. THEN you can head back over here to read my super-adorable epilogue.

And in the meantime, how about a contest? There’s a big prize involved. By big, I mean BIG. Check it out here. Good luck. and ’til next time … Read On!

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Interview with a Rock Star from Rhythm of Love

Oh yeah, we’re still blogging about Unwrapping Love. I can’t help it. There are 21 different stories, with 21 different adorable couples, and I’ve read every single one. The urge to show them off is strong. Today, we’re going to meet Alex from Rhythm of Love, written by Keisha Page. This story is about a rock star. Yep. I know!

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Strangely enough, for this interview, Alex has asked that I meet him in a library. We’re in Denver, Colorado; me for business, him for personal reasons. I’ve never been here before, and was hoping he’d want to meet in a more touristy locale, but I suppose the reality is, sitting across from a rock star — regardless of where — is pretty freaking cool in my book. Ha – get the pun?

Okay, anyway, let’s get to it. We’re sitting in a secluded corner, on well-worn couches that I presume are meant to give the library a coffee-house feel. Alex leans back against the cushions, one cowboy boot clad foot resting casually on the knee of his other leg. He looks comfortable and sexy as hell. And he’s a rock star. I’ve never interviewed a rock star before. I’m feeling a bit fan girlish right now.

“Are we gonna start?” Alex’s voice intrudes on my errant thoughts.

“Yes. Sorry.” I clear my throat and force my gaze down to the laptop I’ve brought along, so that I can capture this interview for my blog. “Um… How about you tell us about yourself? Do you think you are your author’s muse or the bane of her existence?”

Alex grimaces. “I guess I’ve kind of been the bane of her existence. I haven’t always been easy to talk to, and I want my way all the time.”

I imagine his author is more than happy to give him his way. I know I would. All the damn time. I shake my head. This whole rock star deal is really screwing with my interview skills. “Let’s talk about the readers. What do you think they will like best about you? What won’t they like?”

Alex’s shrugs, very nonchalant. “Well, I’m a rock star. That’s pretty damn cool. That’s probably both the best and the worst things about me. I tend to dislike it when things don’t go my way. I’ve been in jail before, which, again, some people will think is cool, and some people will think is awful.”

Probably, I should not think that is cool, but, well, he’s a rock star. Everything is cool when you’re a rock star. “Are you seeing anyone? Tell us about her.”

To my complete and utter delight, a sweet, sappy grin spreads across his face. It makes him look ten years younger, and causes me to wish I could hide whoever she is in a closet so that I can convince him to smile at me like that. Sigh…

“Leslie and I haven’t been together long–and we had a really rough start. But I’m excited about moving forward from here.”

Because it’s my interview, I decide to have a little naughty fun. Let’s see how much I can get Alex to divulge. “What’s your favorite place to seduce Leslie?”

He rolls his eyes skyward for a few moments, clearly sorting through the ideas in his head. I have a few of my own, if he needs help. In fact, I’m willing to demonstrate with him…

“When my band was on tour in Japan, I got to take a day trip to Kyoto. It’s exotic, and beautiful, and it’s one of my favorite places in the world. I love the idea of taking Leslie there. She hasn’t traveled much, and I want to show her the world.”

That’s so damn sweet. Who knew rock stars had it in them? Although, I suppose if you listen to song lyrics at all, they’re all romantics at heart. This prompts another question. “What do you wish Leslie understood better about you?”

He appears to take this question very seriously. “That I’m not used to being with someone who is strong and independent. I’m used to being leaned on and needed, and sometimes, I’m not sure how to take it that Leslie doesn’t need me the same way.”

Sweet and sincere. Leslie is one lucky chic. “If you could rewrite one scene in the book, what would it be? How would you rewrite it?”

He doesn’t even hesitate before giving his answer. “I would have pushed Leslie against the wall in that dark doorway in Manhattan, and taken her right there. Screw waiting to go back to the hotel. That trip seriously felt like the longest trip I’ve ever made, including flying home after being in Japan.”

My jaw drops to my chest and I stare at him, shocked by his admission, despite the fact that this was exactly the juicy tidbit I wanted to get out of him. He smiles innocently, but when I maintain my shocky demeanor for far too long, his smile twists into a frown. “You okay? I mean, if you don’t want to print that…”

“Oh no,” I assure him, mentally and literally shaking myself out of my stupor. “No. It’s perfect. Really. Just to try to pull my own mind out of the gutter, tell me if your author has ever put you into an embarrassing situation. If she has, how did you handle it?”

I watch as a blush creeps up over his shirt collar. It’s so… cute. “She made me admit that I have a minivan. Seriously, have you ever heard of anything less “rockstarish”? But I do have kids and when I’m not touring or in the studio, I take them to school and gymnastics and soccer just like any other dad.”

The image he implies and the rock star I know from the tabloids clash in my head, and allow me to finally focus on capturing a decent interview for my blog. “Is there anything specific in this book of which you are particularly proud?”

He uncrosses his leg and leans forward, pressing his hands to his knees, and gives an earnest answer. “I’m proud of the ending. I don’t want to give too much away, but it took some work to get me there.”

I’ve read his book, so I know how it ends. Which causes me to swipe away a tear before asking, “Would you like to add anything else?”

He enthusiastically replies, “Just that I can’t wait to see what happens next!”

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What do you think about Alex? Want to read his story? It’s called Rhythm of Love, and it’s part of the Unwrapping Love anthology, which releases on Monday! Here’s the link to buy it. At over 700 pages, it’s well worth the less than five buck price tag.

Keisha Page_Author PIcAnd if you want more from the author, Keisha Page can be stalked on Twitter and Facebook. Don’t forget to join the Writing Wenches’ Release Day Party over on Facebook!

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What Happens On The Eve of Love?

I just can’t get enough of the characters from the various books in the Unwrapping Love holiday anthology. Today’s post features another one, and it’s a special treat because this one is … a fellow writer! I’m interviewing Marcus Bunch, a science fiction writer from Seattle, Washington. Marcus has a starring role in Patricia D. Eddy’s new holiday short story, On the Eve of Love.

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Tami’s Thoughts: “Hello, Marcus. Thanks for joining us today.”

Marcus Bunch: “Thanks, Tami. It’s kind of strange to be here, though. No one’s really been interested in interviewing me before.”

TT: “I find that hard to believe. You’re a successful author, are you not?”

MB: “I’m a full-time author. I suppose that’s a lot of people’s definition of success. I don’t know that I’ll ever consider myself successful. I think it’s the curse of being an author. You never feel like you’re good enough.”

TT: “But you’ve had some success, yes?”

MB: “My latest book, If Only, has been very successful. In more ways than one.”

Marcus blushes and rubs the back of his neck. He gives a small, private smile.

TT: “Is something amusing?”

MB: “Well, I didn’t intend for this to happen, but that book really spoke to someone. I wrote it when I was in a lot of pain. I didn’t think my mom was going to beat cancer. I was scared, unsure of everything, and writing was the only way I could express those emotions.”

TT: “And that spoke to a fan?”

MB: “Well, yeah. This doctor I met recently—Gwen—she said it helped her make some decisions about her life. Decisions that…well…benefited both of us.”

TT: “Oh, do tell!”

MB: “Well, she didn’t believe in romance. True, epic romance. I believe her exact words were, ‘All those alpha men who sweep the women off their feet and carry them to the bed? All tattoos and abs and kisses that leave you weak in the knees? That doesn’t happen in real life.’ I had to show her that it does happen.”

Handsome man picking up and hugging his girlfriend on white back

TT: “Oh my.”

Marcus puffs out his chest. “Okay, so I’m not your typical alpha man. I mean, I sit on my couch and write for a living. Science fiction, no less. But every woman deserves to feel special and be kissed so thoroughly that they can’t see straight when you’re done. And Gwen gave me the confidence in myself to try.”

Unfortunately, before I could goad Marcus into spilling more detail, Gwen sent a text, and he shot out of his seat so quickly, I barely had a chance to say, “Wait,” before he was gone. So I guess we’ll have to read Unwrapping Love to figure out what he meant by that comment. Well, you will. I already have. Trust me, it’s worth the read. Especially at less than five bucks for the ebook version.

Tempted? You can read more about Marcus and Gwen’s Christmas romance in Unwrapping Love, a Writing Wenches Anthology. Available for preorder now! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00P72UUGK

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 Now, let’s give the author a little love…

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

Patricia Eddy_Head ShotShe 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 writing, 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.

Want more? Stalk Patricia at pdeddy.com and facebook.com/pdeddy.author.

If you still want more of Marcus, Gwen, and Patricia, the release party for Unwrapping Love happens over on Facebook on December first. Free stuff, author takeovers, pictures of hot guys… All that and more. Join here. The Writing Wenches are looking forward to partying with you!

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Shut Up And Kiss Me – A Character Interview

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Yep, I’m still blogging about the Unwrapping Love anthology, which releases on December first, and can be purchased for a ridiculous price right now.

Today, I’m featuring Christine Emerson, the heroine from Shut Up And Kiss Me, a story that, frankly, is enticing by the title alone, let alone after getting to know the main character. Grace Ravel, an up-and-coming new author, wrote this adorable story. Here’s what it’s about:

Risk taker Christine has been in love with her best friend, Hunter, all her life.  She’s fun, smart, and pretty in an average sort of way. Hunter, on the other hand, hides his Mr. Yummy Self underneath his boring three-piece suits with his wingtip shoes. They say opposites attract so these two should get on together like house on fire. Except for the small problem of Hunter being oblivious to Christine’s pining (yes, pining!) because he’s been grieving the death of his beloved wife for 5 years. Fed up waiting for Hunter to start living again, Christine decides to move on. Finding his best friend suddenly unavailable, Hunter’s well-ordered life turns upside down. Desperate to have Christine back in his life again, Hunter finds that he too can throw caution in the wind, consequences be damned.

Christine agreed to step out of the pages and allow me a brief interview. We meet at a fudge shoppe, the kind where they make the creamy confections from scratch, on a marble slab right in front of you, and offer tastes of the hundred or so varieties they sell. Christine is so in her element that she hardly has time to talk to me. She’s too busy sampling sweets. But I persist, because, well, I need something to put on my blog today.

Tami’s Thoughts: So, Christine, are you your author’s muse or bane of her existence?

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Christine Emerson: Muse, of course! How could I be anything else? I’m wonderful. Just ask my sisters. On second thought, don’t.

She licks her fingers and rolls her eyes and motions for me to try another piece. She is eating three for every one I’ve sampled, which is okay by me. I hate exercising, and I’m not going to have a choice but do it, after this interview.

TT: What do you think readers will like best about you? Worst?

CE: Hmmm…that’s tough. I think readers will like that I’m very adventurous. And that might just be the worst thing about me. My daring nature makes me prone to leaping without thinking. I also speak without thinking. It’s very embarrassing that my tongue is quicker than my brain.

TT: Are you married?

CE: No, I’m not married. Hunter is my exact opposite. He’s very deliberate about everything. I need that—that steady hand, the one that tells me enough is enough. I think we all need that, whether it’s a person or it’s a “something” that provides balance and even sanity. I, on the other hand, provide him with flashes of insanity, which he does not seem to mind. He’s very staid. What it is they say about still waters running deep? That’s definitely him.

TT: Perfect lead in to my next question. What’s your favorite place to seduce your partner?

CE: Bathroom. Is that gross? The bathtub, the shower, the tile floor. I don’t have to explain, right?

TT: Nope. Not at all. Trust me. I get it. So, what do you wish Hunter understood about you?

CE: I don’t know if there is one thing. We’ve known each other for so long, he gets me in so many levels. Actually, there is one thing. I wish he understood why it’s so important for me to have a constant supply of chocolates. I mean, it’s chocolates!

I watch her stuff another three pieces of fudge into her mouth. Clearly, she is not exaggerating her chocolate obsession.

TT: If you could rewrite one scene in the book, what would it be? How would you rewrite?

CE: Could I ask to be more prim and proper? I swear a lot in this book. It makes me cringe what my mom would think.

TT: That’s an interesting request. Hopefully your author is reading, and takes that into consideration if you get to make a cameo appearance in a future book, eh? Has your author, Grace Ravel, ever put you into an embarrassing situation? How did you handle it?

CE: Yes! She’s a meanie. When I was ready to jump Hunter’s bones, and he had a moment of “I can’t be doing this with her!” Aside from the mood killer, it was embarrassing to get all hot and bothered but the guy can’t wait to get out of there! And to be honest, it was more than anything painful.

TT: Oh, tough break. Authors are notorious for that stuff, though. Unfortunately for the characters, readers love it when we drag out the tension. Here’s another question: Is there anything specific in this book of which you are particularly proud?

CE: I hope that the readers can understand the pain that Hunter was in. To lose so many people he loved. Particularly, how he eased back into the life of the living. I’m proud of that. I’m proud of him.

TT: Your love for him sounds so sincere. It makes me look forward to this book even more than I did before this interview. Okay, Christine, would you like to add anything else, before we wrap up the interview? I think the fudge shoppe wants us to leave. I heard one of the employees grumbling about eating all the profits.

CE (completely ignoring my blatant hint, as she pops another bite of fudge into her mouth): I hope your followers read the book, and they think nicely of me when they do.

TT: Well, that’s a wrap. I need to get Christine out of this shoppe before they start charging me for the vast amount of fudge she’s consumed. I assume, after this interview, you’ll want Christine’s author’s info. Grace Ravel loves to meet new fans via social media. She’s on Facebook, Twitter, and she blogs regularly. Her info is below:

 You can find Grace on social media at: www.facebook.com/graceravelwriter, Twitter @graceravel, and her blog at www.graceravel.com

Don’t forget the Unwrapping Love Release Party on Facebook, on December first! And check back in a few days, for the next post, featuring another author from the Writing Wenches’ first anthology. Until then, keep reading!

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