Monday, September 26, 2011

Does Cole Get His Answer?

If you love action, suspense and romance all rolled in one then you will truly love, In the Presence of Evil. Enjoy reading all the twists in this story and see if Gina and Cole were able to forget the past and seek the future in each others embrace.
Happily Ever After Reviews 4 1/2 cups




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I'd like to share another excerpt from 'In The Presence Of Evil'. Enjoy!

Cole’s sixth sense kicked in. A tall, slim shadow grew larger on the wall he faced.


Gina slept the last time he’d checked on her, and Rusty wouldn’t creep.

Had someone gotten past Rusty? Was Gina okay? He fought the urge to bulldoze the guy over and race to her side.

Rule one; self-preservation. He couldn’t be distracted by the image of Rusty or Gina injured or dead. Rule two; take out the intruder. Rule three; find Gina and Rusty, and get them medical help if—

He wouldn’t think the worse.

He had to follow the rules.


Cole concentrated on keeping his breathing normal and waited for the right moment to make his move. The hairs on the nape of his neck prickled as if the cold finger of death toyed with him.

He nuzzled his cheek into the pillow and felt the butt of his gun. His muscles tensed. Under his breath he silently counted one, two, three, and then in a fluid motion, he grabbed his weapon and spiraled off the bed toward his predator, hoping to catch him off guard.

Cole wrapped his arm around legs and dropped the body to the floor, surprised by the light weight.

A high-pitched yelp cut through the night.

“Cole, stop. It’s me.”

“Jesus, Gina.” He halted slamming his gun into her head by a fiction of an inch and braced himself on his elbows.

Her soft body moved under him, and he went hard all over.

A shard of moonlight beamed through the window above them and cut across her shocked expression. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I was just checking on you.”

Her voice shook, and Cole’s heart hammered his sternum. “You almost got yourself killed. Do you know that?”

“I do now.”

Gina’s nails bit into his forearms. The rapid rise and fall of her breasts tickled his chest hair. The satin fabric of her nightgown brushed against his stomach. He recalled the red nightie he’d seen thrown across her bed the night before, and his blood pulsed to areas south of his boxer’s waistband imagining her wearing it now.
He took in the feel of her, recording each soft curve to memory for those nights when he needed to remember a happier time.

Cole’s nostrils flared. Gina’s sweet scent surrounded him like a London fog. The silky strands of her hair lay beneath his hand, tangled in his fingers, and he couldn’t resist the urge to play with the curls, relish their feel. Why was she here?

“What do you want, Gina?”


“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me. There is something. I can feel it.”

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Welcome Rachael Brimble

Thursday September 22, 2011

Woohoo! Today, I welcome back the fabulous Rachael Brimble. That's her with Jodi Picoult. Cool, huh.

Rachael doesn't know it but we have so much in common--beside being Wild Rose authors. We both live near Bath, except her Bath is richer in history and is across 'the pond.' We both love big dogs. She has a Labrador named Max and I have an Irish Setter named Mac. And we both love taking walks in the country side (while dreaming of our next books) followed by a good glass of wine.

So let's learn more about Rachael and what she's been up to..


Rachael, you recently had a new release. Could you tell us a little about it?

Paying The Piper is my sixth full-length novel. It is different than anything I’ve written before and I absolutely love it. Hope my readers do too! Here’s the blurb:

Nightclub manager Grace Butler is on a mission to buy the pub where her
mother's ashes are scattered but the owner wants to sell to anyone but her. And that owner happens to be her father...who has a secret she will do anything to discover.


Social worker and all around good guy Jimmy Betts needs funds to buy a house for three special kids before their care home closes. Time is running out and he's desperate for cash. He agrees to a one-time 'job' for bad-man Karl Butler. But in a sudden turn of events, Jimmy finds himself employed by Karl's beautiful, funny and incredibly sexy daughter, Grace. Their lives couldn't be more different, yet one thread binds them: they're both trying to escape the bonds of their fathers. Maybe the only way they'll be free is by being together, instead of alone.


Sounds like a great read. You have an amazing backlist. Would you like to tell us a little about it?

Thank you! I enjoy writing across the sub-genres of romance so my backlist is varied. My list of published books so far is:

Searching For Sophie – romantic suspense with The Wild Rose Press
Reluctant Witness – romantic suspense with The Wild Rose Press
The Sharp Points of a Triangle – romantic comedy with Eternal Press
The Arrival of Lily Curtis – Victorian romance with The Wild Rose Press
Transatlantic Loving (Class of ’85 series) – contemporary romance novella with The Wild Rose Press
Getting It Right This Time – contemporary romance with Lyrical Press.


What is the worst advice you’ve heard, to you or an author?

“If you want to write romance start with Mills & Boon (UK arm of Harlequin). They are so easy to write, you could manage at least four a year.” Say no more…Lol..

I've never heard that. Just the opposite matter of fact.

So, what kind of books do you read, before the glass of wine?

I read anything and everything! I usually have three books on the go at any one time. One hardback novel, one paperback novel and a biography. The novels are usually romantic suspense, women’s fiction or crime. Biographies tend to be about past kings and queens – The Tudors and Elizabeth I are my favourite reads.

I read several books at a time too. That's another thing we have in common. Cool.

I'm a goal setter. Are you?

Absolutely! I set daily and yearly goals. The daily goals are set in the morning but are usually made up of 2,000 words and two blogs or interviews. I am lucky enough to be able to write full-time at the moment…until the kids get home!
Yearly goals for this year were – get an agent, Done! Two books published, Done! And two novellas…not done, lol!


That's amazing. Kudos to you.

Tell us, how can readers contact you?

I am always available to chat and love hearing from my readers:
Email: rachelbrimble@googlemail.com
Twitter: www.twitter.com/rachelbrimble
Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=86573019143


Very good. Now, will you share a excerpt from your new release, 'Paying The Piper'?

Absolutely! Here you go, and I've decided to give away a prize today to one reader who leaves a comment.

A prize?

Yes. An e-copy of Paying The Piper or one of my backlist novels. Winner's choice.

Very cool. Thanks, Rachael! You can post the winner anytime your ready. Now let's read the excerpt. Enjoy, everyone.

Paying The Piper excerpt:

She sat bolt upright. “Where are you going?”

“To the soup kitchen. Four of my kids have been helping out down there today, so if you don’t need me ‘til seven--”

“Can I come?”

“What?”

“What?” Gerald echoed.

Jimmy stared at her. Was she serious? But knew he wouldn’t refuse her when her eyes were wide with that damn innocent doe-eyed look again and her cheeks flushed pink. He swallowed, clenched his hands into fists inside his pockets.

“You want to come to the soup kitchen?” he asked, hoping against hope he’d gotten the wrong end of the proverbial stick.

She winked, and it had as much the same effect as if she’d wrapped her hand around his penis. “Why not?”

He opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it, took a breath, but still nothing came out. Her smile widened. “Cat got your tongue, Jimmy Boy?”

Just a few short days ago at her mother’s pub, he’d wanted to ravish her, possess her, let her know what she did to him. And now the same desire coursed through his veins again. She never stopped surprising him and it just added more fuel to the already burning fire.

“And why would you want to do that?” he asked.

“Beats going into the club early,” she said, brushing past him.

She wandered across the room. Her slender body sashaying around the furniture and then her piece de resistance was to snake all five feet nine inches of it across the oblong dining table to grab her bag--the sight of her perfect ass and even better legs sent Jimmy’s senses skyrocketing. His nostrils flared. Grace by name, Grace by nature. She was beautiful, sexy, funny, and he didn’t doubt for one minute she knew exactly what the sight of her did to him.

She turned around and hitched the bag onto her shoulder. “My life is sad. I’ve got nothing else planned for the afternoon. Come on, Jimmy, help me show my father I have a life away from him. Even if it is a complete lie, for now.”

He threw his hands in the air. “Fine.”

Monday, September 12, 2011

Inspired By Vamps and Zombies, Oh no!

Sometimes inspiration comes from a source you hadn’t expected. That happened to me this weekend, twice.

I’ve always said, “You can learn something from anyone.” And it’s, true.

This past Saturday my local writing chapter, The Pocono Lehigh Romance Writers, held a two hour workshop with speaker Jonathan Maberry.

(Pictured here with PLRW members Kathy Kulig, Me, Christine Bush, Kathy Coddington and Tina Gallagher)

Jonathan is very industry savvy and a phenomenal speaker. He’s also a paranormal author of vampires, werewolfs and zombies. I hate zombies. The classic movie ‘Night Of The Living Dead’ scared the bejeus out of me. Just writing zombies makes me shiver.
I digress, sorry. Anyway, why would I go to a workshop by a guy who writes about those topics? Because… Come on, you got it. I can learn something from anyone and Jonathan is a great speaker.

So what did Jonathan teach me? Besides how to really kill a vampire and that you need to bury a werewolf in a coffin with silver upon its lid in order to keep the monster buried. He taught me other avenues to do research for my own books, which in turn will make my characters or stories unique. We’ve all heard from editors and agents that they’re looking for the tried and true but with a unique twist. Well, look to the past, where folklores began.

Jonathan inspired me to research my novel in the unlikely places. My second inspiration came in the form of a review for In The Presence Of Evil. I check on readers now and then, because I want to know what they like, what they think is dull and boring, and what makes them rave from the rooftops about an author’s work and I came across this review on Goodreads.

...IN THE PRESENCE OF EVIL is the third book released by Autumn Jordon, but the first book written by her that I have read. I must say, after reading a fast-paced, on edge story like it, I will be back for more....

You can read the entire thing here: http://tinyurl.com/3ojn7he

This woman got my writing. She enjoyed a story I created and slaved over for months. Let me tell you, for an author, a review like this is like winning the lottery. It gives us hope that someone will read the review and buy our work and perhaps like it just as much and they will tell a friend and they will mention you to another reader, and so on and so on. Word of mouth is still the best marketing tool. You know I’m hoping for flash fire of readers to passing along my name. I can dream, can’t I?

Sorry, I digressed again. This review and the others I received so far for In The Presence Of Evil inspired me to go deeper into my characters’ psyche (I started right away) and make my next novel even more emotionally stronger. I want my characters to connect with my readers. I want the reader to feel my characters’ angst and love. I want them to think of my characters as friends and wonder about them after they’ve put down the book. I want my books to be on their keeper shelves.

While I might not be there yet, I promise I’m going to keep trying. Maybe one day reader threads will start with my name as the topic and some of the people will say my work is a keeper.

Okay, that is what inspired be this weekend to hit my keyboard. What inspires you?

Friday, September 9, 2011

In Honor of The Heroes & Heroines of 9/11


The years have not faded the memories.

Tears still moisten our cheeks.

Your courage has inspired us to move forward, to act, to continue to live and love.

Our hearts swell with pride at knowing you, if only for the briefest of moments.

Your image will never fade.

Autumn Jordon

God Bless

Thursday, September 1, 2011

A Long Weekend Needs Something, Right?

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With the holiday weekend starting in like hours, I thought I'd share an excerpt of my new release, In The Presence Of Evil. This book was inspired by an incident that got me question by the FBI. Of course, I asked questions of my own. WINK

In this scene things really begin to heat up between Gina and Cole. They've had a hard time fighting their feelings for each other and the walls begin to crumple.

In The Presence Of Evil is availble on Amazon and B&N and many other e-book sites, including my publisher's TWRP (which I earn more royalties through--WINK), so you can download it now and read this weekend.

Enjoy!


The fire in his eyes was meant to make her back off, but she held her position.

Cole stood and stretched his arms out and above his head.

Gina couldn’t help but stare at his magnificent male form. As her gaze trailed up over him, their eyes locked, and Gina quickly looked down at the papers in front of her. She didn’t want to be attracted to Cole, but there was no denying she was very attracted to him.

Her heart fluttered in her chest. The air in the office grew warmer each second, and Cole’s scent was a clear distraction. She had to insist he get out of her sight before he confused her more.

She stood. “Be reasonable. No one is going to come here with guns blazing and try to take me out.”

“You haven’t changed.”

She dropped her pen. “What do you mean by that?”

“You’re as stubborn as a mule.”

She splayed her hand on her chest. “Me, stubborn?”

“Yes. You always were.”

“I don’t think so.”

“I know so.” He chuckled. “We’ll continue this conversation tonight when Rusty is with us.”

“We will not.”

“Are you afraid your boyfriend will find out who you really are?”

“Leo knows who I am.”

“Does he?”

Somehow they both had moved to the middle of the room where they stood face to face.

The dancing sparkle in his dark eyes warmed her insides like hot cocoa on a blistery night. Her gaze dropped to his full lips, and she wondered if he still tasted like a sweet plum.

“You haven’t changed inside, Gina,” he said in a hoarse whisper as he stepped closer. “Neither have I.”

His hand slipped around her waist.

“Cole.”

He drew her to him. Their bodies aligned as they always had, fitting perfectly against one another. Her skin tingled under his touch as he caressed her collarbone and then slid his hand under her hair around the nape of her neck.

Only for a moment did he search her soul before his lips feathered across hers with the promise of love.

This was wrong and she knew it, but at this very moment she didn’t care.

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TWRP www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=137&products_id=4531"

Amazon: www.amazon.com/Presence-Evil-ebook/dp/B00563GGLS/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2

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