Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Ice Cream Blog Hop

Welcome to the My Ice Cream Brings All The Boys To The Yard blog hop!
This is the first of hopefully many hops, introducing you to some names you know, and some you don't.

Go through the list, and find out what your favorite authors think about their characters! Are they Vanilla? Or Chocolate Peanut Butter? 

Get your spoon and get stuck in!!

Did someone say ice cream? I swear, ice cream is my kryponite. (And the reason I will never be a size two.) There are so many flavors to pick from, but when I thought about Vamir, the gargoyle shifter hero from Summoned and Bound, I knew exactly which flavor he was: Moose Tracks.

At first glance it looks like simple vanilla, but buried under that cold exterior are dark rivers of chocolate and delicious chocolate cups filled with peanut butter. Yummy! That description suits Vamir perfectly. He looks human, and centuries of living apart from his brethren have left him cool and distant. But beneath the chilly surface beats the heart of a warrior fueled by courage and gifted with powers far beyond a mortal man. 

Vamir is a Garda warrior, a man of hidden depths. There's a darkness to him, too, and it’s going to take a very special woman to appreciate his complex nature…and the fact he can shift into a seven-foot-tall, winged creature with fangs, horns, and stone skin might take a little getting used to, too. Not every woman has it in them to love a gargoyle, but Gwyneth is far from ordinary, herself.


Summoned and Bound

Two souls bound by fate. Two lovers enslaved by magic.

Vamir Halmar is the Commander of the last Company of Guardians. When a summoning spell targets the wrong man and drops Vamir into the enemy’s hands, he discovers his salvation in the form of a beautiful slave with quicksilver eyes and the heart of a warrior.

Torn from her family and home before she had grown into her powers, Gwyneth Annaren has spent most of her life as the unwilling servant to one of the most fearsome Magi. When Vamir is accidently summoned by her master, she finds herself face to face with a living reminder of the past she has forced herself to forget. The handsome guardian is as dangerous to her as he is compelling, tempting her to dream of freedom and an end to her loneliness.

Can they have a future together, or will the price of their freedom be paid in sacrifice and heartbreak?

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As a summer special, you can currently buy all three summoned books in a box set for only $0.99!

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

New Release - Shadow Soldier by Kali Argent

Shadow Soldier

The Revenant - Book One

When the Purge nearly wiped out humanity and gave rise to the Allied Races Coalition, Roux Jennings refused to become a paranormal’s new pet. Forced into hiding, she remains constantly on the move, never staying in one place for too long. It’s a harsh existence filled with too many dangers and not enough food, but at least she’s free.

Coalition Captain Deke Collins is tasked with protecting the citizens of Trinity Grove—both human and paranormal alike. Presenting the mask of a loyal and dutiful soldier isn’t always easy, but it’s a necessary evil. If anyone discovers he’s the leader of a group of rebels secretly known as the Revenant, he won’t live to see the next sunrise.

When circumstances force him into the path of a beautiful and tenacious female, he’s immediately drawn to the human. Dragging Roux into his world may put her in more danger than even he realizes, but it’s a risk he must take to protect her.

In a reality where paranormals rule and humans are nearly extinct, lines are drawn, sides are chosen, and a war for freedom rages in secret.


“Your plan is what, exactly?” a low, masculine voice asked from somewhere in the darkness to her right. “Rescue your friends armed with a single knife and determination?”

Roux couldn’t see the owner of the voice, not even a silhouette, but she knew he was close, much too close. She couldn’t outrun him, not by returning to the forest, anyway. He’d expect that. If she had any hope of escape, she’d have to outsmart him, but to do that, she needed to know where he was.

Gripping the handle of her knife hard enough to make her knuckles ache, Roux swallowed past the constriction in her throat. “Who are you?” she demanded, grateful her voice didn’t break and betray her fear. “Where are my friends?”

“Your friends are alive…for now.”

His answer definitely came from the right, two maybe three trees away. “Who are you?” Roux repeated.

“Does it matter?”

She could barely hear him over the rain that plopped against the treetops, but he sounded closer when he spoke, much too close for her comfort. No light—artificial or natural—penetrated the darkness beneath the canopy, and she still couldn’t find him in the shadows. 

“You should run,” he whispered, his breath warm against the shell of her ear.

Reacting on instinct, not giving fear time to paralyze her, Roux pivoted on the ball of her right foot and swung her arm out to the side with enough force to make her elbow crack. When the blade of her knife encountered only air, she dropped into a half-crouch and held her breath. The guy moved like a fucking ghost, there one minute, gone the next, and she couldn’t hear a damn thing.

“You’re not running,” her stalker taunted, his voice coming from directly behind her as his fingertips brushed over her bare shoulder.

Instead of turning, Roux jerked both elbows back, satisfied when she heard her attacker grunt in pain as she connected squarely with a wall of muscle. Following the momentum, she threw her head back, groaning when the impact with his sternum made her vision blurry. She didn’t stop fighting, though, swinging her knife down and back to where she estimated his thigh to be. Again, she found only emptiness.

Strong, callused fingers encircled her wrist, squeezing the bones until her hand went numb and her only weapon tumbled to the ground. Still, she wouldn’t admit defeat, not while she remained standing. Instead of trying to jerk away, she bent her knees and pushed up from the soaked ground, driving her shoulder into her captor. Clearly, he hadn’t expected her to make such a bold move, because he lost his footing in the slippery mud and toppled over, dragging Roux to the ground with him. 

Landing atop his massive chest—fuck, the guy was huge—Roux rolled to the left, wrenching her arm free of his loosened grasp. The instant her feet hit the ground, she was running, sprinting out of the row of peach trees, back toward the highway and the forest beyond.

Now Available

Sunday, July 12, 2015

I seem to have lost my couch - musings on convention prep 2015

I wonder what my couch's maximum weight limit is...

In less than a month I will be in Atlanta, Georgia to attend my very first convention, Authors After Dark. That's still several weeks away, and yet my living room is starting to resemble a warehouse. (Not shown, many, many other boxes that I need to collapse and take down to the recycling bin.) 

The only thing keeping me from panic at the moment is the knowledge that only some of each box is coming with me, not the whole shebang. I cannot imagine what the overweight luggage bill would be if I tried to take it all, never mind explaining to various customs, immigration and Homeland Security folks why I'm travelling with several hundred potential stabby things (nail files,) and a few hundred vials of chemicals, (hand sanitizers.) 

Since this is my first ever convention, I've pestered my author friends (and a few strangers) for tips, hints and sage pearls of wisdom. I am going to owe them all hugs and drinks by the time I meet up with them in Atlanta, especially Kali Argent, who has been my mentor as I become increasingly mental. 

Since I work full time, I've had every shipment sent to my work address, which has delighted my boss (who loves seeing what new things have arrived and has claimed something from nearly every box.)  It has also confounded my postie, who actually asked me what on earth company I worked for that had no sign on the door and kept getting mystery packages from all over. 

My explanation that I write romances and all the deliveries were for an upcoming convention didn't seem to ease his concerns at all. I think he's now wondering what exactly is IN all those boxes he's delivered. 

My passport is ready, my luggage has been pulled out of the closet, and I have a feeling my brand new luggage scale is about to get a serious workout as I figure out how to get all these goodies 3,550 km and still manage to pack my clothes. (And my tirara, cannot forget that!)  

As you might have guessed, I'm getting excited about this trip! Readers to meet, authors to fan-girl over, panels to attend, and I am going to be sure to try "real" sweet tea and other southern foods for the first time. 

So far the list includes southern fried chicken, barbeque, black eyed peas & grits. If you've got any other suggestions, toss them in the comments!  (makes a note to bring stretchy pants for the plane ride home.) 

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Stranger than fiction

A few weeks ago I blogged about some of the strange things that had come up at work. That post, Wackadoodle Wednesday, highlighted a handful of the odd problems that come with being in property management. Well, I need to write a follow-up to that post, because things got even weirder.

Like this, only in a seniors only building.
We finally convinced one of our tenants that his eighty-plus-year-old neighbour was not running a brothel out of his apartment. That took a surprising amount of effort on our part, but the matter was eventually resolved. (After said tenant called the police and tried to convince THEM that there was a brothel situation going on. They didn't believe him, either.)

Now we're dealing with another tenant who seems to spend a great deal of time out on her balcony, watching her neighbours go about their lives. She also spends a significant amount of time watching the pool, because we've have multiple reports from her claiming that another tenant is doing handstands in said pool, while not wearing the bottom half of her bikini. So far, our poor managers have gone out to check on this selectively-dressed aquatic acrobat twice, and both times they've confirmed that yes, she's wearing both parts of the bikini. 

This leaves us with two possible scenarios:

1) The reporting tenant needs to up the prescription on her glasses.

2) Our hand-standing tenant is stripping off her bottoms, performing her acrobatics and then redressing while remaining underwater, thus avoiding detection.

I'm sure there are other possibilities, but I don't want to go too far down that particular rabbit hole, some things are best left unpondered.

Shown - A reason to rebel against "the man"
Due to a new city bylaw, all organic garbage (table scraps, veggie trimmings, pizza boxes etc) are now to be separated out and placed in special compost bins for pick up. As you can imagine this is not a wonderful idea for a high-rise apartment in the middle of summer, but the law is the law. 

When the tenants were informed of this change, some of them took it upon themselves to stage a garbage rebellion. The specially purchased "compost buckets" have been found in the halls, left in the stairwells, full and apparently awaiting the garbage fairy to come and take them away. (Or maybe they think the fruit flies will form swarms large enough to carry it off?) What none of them grasp is that this wasn't our company's idea. If they want to make a point, head to City Hall and leave the compost at their front door.

I'm hoping that this afternoon is quiet, giving me some much needed time to restore my faith in humanity.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Conventions & carbs and why these two topics are related.

I am not a slender woman. Willowy is not a word anyone would use to describe me. I've come to accept that no amount of diet, exercise or voodoo is going to transform me into a size six, and most days I'm okay with that. My goal is to be healthier, not necessarily skinnier. 

Or that was the goal until I started booking conventions. Did I mention I'm going to be in Atlanta this August? *bounces and grins* I'll be going to Authors After Dark, as an attending author, no less. With swag and books and every intention of having an amazing time. 

Now that I've booked that flight,  it's all about reducing the curves. Why the change? Airline seats.

Oh sure, it looks spacious people, drink carts or luggage!

I live on an island off the Canadian west coast. Unless I'm travelling to Vancouver or Seattle, there's only one mode of transportation that will get me to my destination in twenty-four hours or less: a plane. (Even then, the twenty-four-hour thing is iffy. I've seen a number of flights that take 24-36 hours, and the destination is in North America. If I can fly to England faster than I can get to New Orleans, something's screwy with the system.)

In the case of Authors After Dark, I will be travelling more than three thousand miles away. I leave at "it's still dark o'clock" and arrive in the evening. That means I'm going to be spending a great deal of time  with my curves crammed into an airline seat. When it comes to airplane real estate, inches count. Hell, every centimeter counts. (Yes, I just mixed metric and imperial measurements, My editor would lose her mind.)

With less than two months left before takeoff, I've found new motivation to reduce the carbs, up the exercise and pretend that chocolate doesn't exist. 

To that end, I've been exploring new recipes, and this one is a winner.

Eggplant Lasagna-style Casserole

Eggplant, fresh, 2 medium/large, unpeeled sliced 1/4 - 1/2 inch thick

1 lg can Tomato sauce or your favorite pasta sauce.

Part-Skim Ricotta Cheese or cottage cheese. (1 cup ish)

Shredded Parmesan Cheese (to taste, I tend to go light on this)

Shredded cheese (I cheat and use a bag of mixed cheeses, usually provolone, white cheddar and mozzarella)

1-2 lbs Lean ground meat. (chicken, turkey or beef, whatever your preference)

large slow cooker (6 1/2 quart)

**please note I have kept the measurements general, you can tweak this up or down as needed depending on how many people you’re feeding and if you love leftovers as much as I do.


Brown meat and set aside

spray cooker with pam olive oil

Add thin layer of sauce to bottom of slow cooker

First Layer: egg plant slices

Second Layer: Meat

Third Layer: Sauce

Fourth Layer:  ricotta/cottage cheese mixture (lightly sprinkle with shredded Italian cheese/parmesean cheese)

Repeat layers and finish with any remaining sauce and top with cheese.

cook for approx four  hours on low (depending on your slow

Monday, June 8, 2015

Appearances, coming releases, and what I'm up to this summer

Is it really June already? How time flies.

With the year half over, I thought it was time to do a quick update on my plans for the rest of 2015 and what's coming up in 2016. 

I'm currently working on Wilde Blues - Book four of the Wilde Brothers series. This is Dave's story and I am hoping to have it to the publisher by the end of the month. 

Once Blues is finished, I'll be turning my attention to 3013: FATED. This one will bring readers back to Fort Saken on Earth to catch up with the characters from RENEGADE while telling Dane and Vance's story. 

For those of you who have been asking me when I will be writing more selkies, the answer, is, soon!  I've got the plot for book one in the Destiny Bay series already worked out, and I am looking forward to returning to the world of sexy shifters. This series will be set in northern Scotland, where the selkie myth was born. 

To keep my calendar full, I'm going to be traveling in the coming months.

I will be in New Orleans for the Midnight Gala October 9-11, 2015. It's going to be a great time hosted by authors Jenika Snow, Lacey Thorn, and all three 3013 writers, myself, Laurie Roma and Kali Argent, along with Catalina Harper.

April 7th-11th, 2016  I intend to be at The Novel Experience Event  in Atlanta, Georgia. (Registration pending.) 

May 6th and 7th of 2016 I will be at Romancing the Capital in Ottawa. This great event is hosted by Eve Langlais. 


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Friday, June 5, 2015

Summoned And Bound - New Release Giveaway


Two souls bound by fate. Two lovers enslaved by magic.

Vamir Halmar is the Commander of the last Company of Guardians. When a summoning spell targets the wrong man and drops Vamir into the enemy’s hands, he discovers his salvation in the form of a beautiful slave with quicksilver eyes and the heart of a warrior.

Torn from her family and home before she had grown into her powers, Gwyneth Annaren has spent most of her life as the unwilling servant to one of the most fearsome Magi. When Vamir is accidently summoned by her master, she finds herself face to face with a living reminder of the past she has forced herself to forget. The handsome guardian is as dangerous to her as he is compelling, tempting her to dream of freedom and an end to her loneliness.

Can they have a future together, or will the price of their freedom be paid in sacrifice and heartbreak?

Now Available at: Amazon  ARe   B&N  Kobo

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Summoned and Bound is now available for sale everywhere! To celebrate the release of my latest book 
I'm having a giveaway.

You can win a $20 Amazon Gift Card or a swag package that will include a signed copy of 3013: RENEGADE!

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