Have you ever imagined a perfect date? I have. In fact, I put the date in my latest story, Alpha Lover, and I'd like to share it with you.
My idea of a perfect Valentine's date would be riding in a horse-drawn sleigh out to a frozen pond. When the sleigh crests the rise, the scene greeting us would remind me of a Thomas Kinkaid painting. At the bottom of the hill, a frozen pond would sparkle in the moonlight with rainbow prisms dancing on the ice. Bare trees, their branches heavy with snow, would line the pond. Candles would hang from the bowing branches, and their dancing flames would make the snow glitter with the ambient light. Tiny frozen crystals would bid us a lustrous welcome.
My date would rein the horse to a stop then he would reach under the seat and pull out a pair of ice skates. We would go skating, hand in hand, gliding over the pond while the snow sparkles around us.
What is your idea of a perfect date? Leave me a comment below and share.
While you come up with your ideal date, I'd like to share some special news.
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«´¨`•° 💖 Alpha Lover 💖 °•´¨`»
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I'm thrilled to announce the third book in the Alpha Council Chronicles series is on SALE for a limited time. Don't worry if you haven't yet read the other books in the series. Alpha Lover can be read as a stand alone novel. If you enjoy fast-paced, paranormal romances about vampires, then this book is for you. Don't miss your chance to read about Nicholai's adventures as he conquers Julie's demons-both the real and imaginary-to win her love.
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Alpha Lover was my favorite story to write. I adore Nicholai. Hands down, he's my all-time favorite character. Luckily for me, I found a real man who was just like him. My heartmate is sweet, kind, thoughtful, romantic, and sexy all rolled into a handsome package. I'm a lucky, lucky woman who had her book boyfriend come to life. This Valentine's will be filled with surprises, and I can't wait to see what he has in store.
I hope you have a Valentine's Day that is filled with special moments and love, regardless of whether you spend it with your book boyfriend, a loved one, by yourself, or any other way you choose.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Title: The Evolution of Ivy: Poison
Author: Lauren Campbell
Genre: Contemporary Romance with Psychological element
Cover Designer: Murphy Rae from Indie Solutions
Editor: Madison Seidler
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Bringing the mug to my lips, the last drop of lukewarm coffee slides down my throat as the waitress zips by. I sigh, my hand halting in midair before coming to rest on the table again. I can't do much of anything without coffee. Can hardly remember my old name without the heavenly liquid, much less my new one. If I'm going to craft any sort of decent plan to get Brooks back, I'll need a refill.
Despite her Facebook telling me she frequents this place, Eliza is still MIA. Perhaps she isn't eating. Maybe she'll starve to death. But Lord knows I've eaten plenty for the both of us. I'm unwilling to get fat waiting on her, but the smells of freshly cracked eggs and crisping bacon prevent me from simply having a coffee. The breakfast aromas must drift far from the building, because all the self-important losers of Brookhaven keep packing the place like sardines. I'll give it until the end of the week before coming up with another plan. Which would suck, becauseâ
There she is. A crown of blonde shifting nervously from foot to foot at the front door. Two douchebags engage her, because she's prettyâokay, beautiful â¦ whatever. Raised brows and sly smiles adorn their faces. She rolls her eyes. Raises a hand to flaunt the rock that should be on my finger instead. Stubborn, they keep trying. She steps to the counter, shakes her head at the staff, then shrugs in exasperation. A whoosh of hair as she spins around, heading for the door.
Every day until the wedding is precious. I can't let her go. Without thinking it through, I bolt from the table. My feet are quick as I beeline for her, and then fingertips finally connect with her shoulder. âHey!â
She spins, blue eyes staring at my own. Unable to speak, I stare back. I'm afraid, terrified she will recognize me, even though she couldn't. It's impossible. I don't even resemble Ivy."
Welcome Chrys. I'm thrilled you stopped by to share a little about yourself and your latest release. Let's begin by playing the question game.
My Question for Chrys: If you could be any of your characters, who would you choose and why?
I’m tempted to say Beth Kennedy from the Disaster Crimes Series because of her love with Donovan Goldwyn and her strength, but when I thought of everything she’s gone through—a hurricane, earthquake, and now a tsunami—I paused and changed my mind. I put this woman through the ringer. I created her and I love her, but I don’t think I’d want to be her.
The character I would like to be is little known…she is Avrianna Heavenborn from Ghost of Death. I also put her through the ringer in her unpublished books, but she is so fascinating that I could forget those things. You see, she has supernatural abilities that are literally out-of-this-world. Her hands can burst into flame, nothing can break her skin, and she has exceptional strength. She’s also stunning with silvery-blonde hair and neon green eyes. I can’t share anything about her story, as I am hoping to one day publish more about her, but there are a few other things besides her powers and looks which makes being her even more desirable. Remember her name. One day, when her series is published, you’ll be able to find out just what I mean. ;)
Please tell us about your latest release, Tsunami Crimes.
Beth and Donovan have come a long way from Hurricane Sabrina and the San Francisco earthquake. Now they are approaching their wedding day and anxiously waiting to promise each other a lifetime of love. The journey down the aisle isn’t smooth, though, as they receive threats from the followers of the notorious criminal, Jackson Storm. They think they’ll be safe in Hawaii, but distance can’t stop these killers. Not even a tsunami can.
This monstrous wave is the most devastating disaster Beth has ever faced. It leaves her beaten, frightened. Is she a widow on her honeymoon? As she struggles to hold herself together and find Donovan, she’s kidnapped by Jackson's men.
Fearing her dead, Donovan searches the rubble and shelters with no luck. The thought of her being swept out to sea is almost too much for him to bear, but the reality is much worse. She’s being used as bait to get him to fall into a deadly trap.
If they live through this disaster, they may never be the same again.
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Tsunami Crimes sounds amazing! I can't wait to read it. Mind sharing a little about yourself?
Chrys Fey is the author of the Disaster Crimes Series. She is a blogger, reader, auntie, vegetarian, and cat Lover. Get Lightning Crimes (Disaster Crimes 2.5) for FREE!
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Thank you so much for stopping by today, Chrys!
Readers, don't miss your chance to enter Chrys' giveaway below.
Please welcome Kat Henry Doran to the blog today. She has come bearing gifts. One present is a recipe to help you get over the holiday hangover. (We'll start with that.) The other is a giveaway. Be sure to scroll all the way down for a chance to enter.
Country Boy on the Rocks
(Sure to be the cure for what ails ya)
Serves 10 [16 oz. size]
32 ounces unsweetened brewed black tea [we call it 'sun' tea because we brew it in the sunshine]
32 ounces lemonade
20 ounces [2 1/2 cups] bourbon
1 bunch [4 oz pkg] fresh mint
2 lemons, sliced into rounds
Directions: stir tea and lemonade in a pitcher and chill in the frig till cold [at least one hour].
To assemble each drink: fill a 16 ounce glass with ice about 2/3 full. Add 2 oz bourbon. Pour tea/lemonade mixture over and stir. Dress with mint and lemon rounds. Enjoy!
“Hanson,” she rasped between swollen, broken lips. “Are you from around here?”
He nodded. “Born and raised. Why?”
“I remember a family with six, maybe seven kids. All were named after the minor archangels. Are you part of that clan?”
“I am. My family owns Hanson Scapes.”
“So, you're from here, too,” he said, feeling more than a little stupid at the lame statement.
Despite the ER doc's warning to not let her talk, Az liked the sound of her voice. She may have lived in Serenity Harbor long enough to know about his mother's obsession with angels, but she hadn't stuck around long.
With her height and that Lauren Bacall voice, a woman with her looks stayed in a man's mind. And this one fell under RLT.
Real Looker Territory.
“My name is Maddy Flynn.”
One of his nastier habits was spitting out the first thing that came to mind. What came out of his mouth earned both feet, one elbow and the opposite fist all in one bite.
“Oh, sure. You're the girl who wants to rehab the whorehouse.”
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Currently available for Cranberry Bliss Bars – BETTER THAN STARBUCKS! And cheaper too!
For years I would make it a sinful habit to treat myself at least once a week to a cranberry bliss bar and a chai tea latte with egg nog, because they’re only around for a short time, so the belly needs to stock up. But then I decided to try and make my own, that way I could eat a whole pan if I wanted to, and in the comfort of my own home (in the dark in a corner with crumbs all over my face…you get the picture). And voila, I found the perfect recipe that mimics the original, if not improves upon it. Now I just have to figure out how to copy their chai lattes with egg nog and I never have to leave my house again!
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Love, Passion and Power: Part 1
The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series Book 1
January 29, 2017
I turned my head around as I continued up the path and his smile was adorably cocky, shit-eating and amused beyond words. So I quickly spun back around to face the path, wondering if I should give him the satisfaction of playing into his comment and questioning it or if I should play my own game and ignore him, let him sweat -I’m not one for head games!
“What the hell did that mean!?” I asked, stopping in my tracks and facing him.
“Relax,” he said. Smile not leaving his eyes or his lips as he gently placed his hands on my shoulders to ground me, “I’m not asking you to marry me right now. But I KNOW for a fact that I am going to marry you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and I’ll wait until you’re ready and feel the same, but I WILL make you my wife, Kendra Black.” He shrugged again and smiled that adorable triumphant grin that made my heart melt and leap and spin and dance.
A small smile crept its way on to my face no matter how hard I tried to fight it, damn he was handsome. “Now get moving and stop fretting. I can see by that wrinkle between your brows that you’re worrying. Please don’t.” He turned me around by my shoulders and smacked my butt again until I started hiking. My mind reeling and going in all directions about what he’d just said. And maybe, just maybe, if I’m being 100% honest, thinking of bridal gowns, honeymoon destinations and flowers.
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With the holidays fast approaching, I started thinking of things I loved about the season. While many things came to mind, I decided to share 13 of my favorite with you. Please leave a comment and let me know if any of these resonate with you.
Starved for blood, vampire, Nicholai Peterhof is greatly relieved when two tourists decide to grace his restaurant, but one sip from the pretty brunette and his world is forever turned upside down. Juliette Staint-John is everything he could have asked for in a heartmate; pretty, smart, built with curves in all the right places…and totally unavailable.
Juliette doesn’t want anything to do with the handsome, young-looking Nicholai. As if their differences aren’t enough, the acute grief over the loss of loved ones keeps her heart guarded. He may be her fantasy, but that’s all he can ever be.
To get past Juliette’s defenses and in order to keep her safe, Nicholai must prove himself worthy of her love and trust. Unbeknownst to the couple, her personal demons are not the only ones threatening their relationship. Hiding virtually unseen by the vampires, Demon Royalty plots to destroy not only the couple but the entire vampire breed. Luckily, Nicholai will do anything for Juliette—even if it means sacrificing himself.
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Julie’s gaze swept the landscape. The moon’s rays glittered on the snowy bows. The birch trees stood with their trunks painted white to match their limbs. Thick pine branches held fast under the weight of the new fallen snow, making them appear as if they wore white blankets made of virginal cotton about each limb. Sparkling mounds cluttered the ground between the trees, hiding the forest’s treasures beneath.
Save the sound of the hooves pounding on the ground, they journeyed through the silent night to a clearing in the trees. Nicholai clicked to his stallion, and with a flick of the reins, the steed increased into a rolling canter up a steep incline. Julie’s thighs pushed against the sides of the horse as she tried to match the new rhythm.
Nicholai’s breath warmed her ear when he spoke. “Not too much further. It’s right up ahead.”
“What’s up ahead?” Just as the words left Julie’s mouth, they crested over the ridge.
The frozen valley below took her breath away. A glaciate waterfall stood still as a statue against the rocky terrain. The cascading water, stopped as if by magic, reflected the moon’s soft rays and cast tiny prisms on the snow below.
Julie’s breath hitched in her throat. She took in the serene beauty of the land as they cruised at a slow trot. Debris rolled under Kedar’s hoofs. It created a hollow rattle in the night, barely audible to Juliette.
When they reached the valley, Nicholai pulled up the stallion and handed the reins to Julie. She patted the horse’s steaming neck as her lover dismounted with a fluid grace. He turned, grabbed Kedar’s reins, then reached up for Julie. Her thick coat seemed to melt as his strong hands clasped around her waist. She put her hands on his shoulders, and the bulge of muscle under his coat played under her fingers when he helped her down. A thrill went through her body.
Her breath frosted the air in a white plume. The lovers held each other, his hands about her waist, hers resting on his shoulders. Quiet as the moon above, they stared deeply into each other’s eyes. Nicholai captured her lips in a gentle caress that welcomed her to this special place.