Monday, December 16, 2013

Christmas Contest for our Readers!

Merry Christmas!

     Sending warm holiday wishes to everyone of our readers and authors who have been our guests here at Reader's Haven. We've certainly been blessed by being in touch with all of you. Thank you for making our site a stop on your internet travels. Don't be a stranger! Be sure to stop back often to check our schedule of guest authors who bring you more books to read.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Love western romance? Try this one by Tonya Kinzer!

Tonya Kinzer
Erotic Romance

     Thank you for having me this weekend! I'm anxious to chat with your readers about their love of cowboys and reading erotic westerns. RELEASE DAY was Sept 10th for book one, Come Tame Me, of my Wild Fillies series. Be sure to get in on the contest below!

Thursday, November 14, 2013

New release and giveaway by Paty Jager!

Paty Jager
Multi-Genre Author

Riffraff Follows Fools

        Avid Readers, thank you for having me on your blog during my blog tour.
     When I do research for a book, it’s the interesting or unique things I discover that cause my interest antennae to start quivering. One of the things I discovered while researching for my new release, Laying Claim, was the abundance of conniving people who followed the gold seekers.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Month long party at The Romance Reviews!

Great Reader Site!

     Click over and register at TRR and be ready for the month long celebration party! There'll be gift cards, prize packages, paperbacks and e-books for those who participate in the daily fun and games. Authors are offering Q & A's to their books and the answers are found on their websites, giving readers many chances to explore for more books.
     Readers will find new authors and new books so be sure to stop over at The Romance Reviews site. There are also pages of book reviews to look through and headliner ads by authors. Enjoy your time over there and good luck to everyone! Don't forget to register first!

Have Fun!

Monday, September 9, 2013

@DeannaJewel shares Contests on Blog Tour!

Do you read
Historical Romance?

     Join Deanna Jewel on her blog tour and win gift cards! She's having a Grand Prize drawing and FOUR winners will each receive a $25 gift card plus a chance to win at each blog tour stop. When you click the link below, you'll also find the dates and links to each stop!

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Gift Card Giveaway by @DeannaJewel - stop in!

Wednesday Hump Day
     Click the link above and stop over to enjoy current and past excerpts of erotic stories. Take time to roam around the site and find new books, authors and pics of hot models! I hope you all enjoy visiting and be sure to get in on the contest. Drawing to be held approximately August 27th.

Monday, July 15, 2013

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Monday, June 17, 2013

Sexy romance author, Kahlen Aymes, is running a fabulous CONTEST!

Kahlen Aymes
Romance Author
Cover Reveal for Book 3! 
     Kahlen is an award-winning author of sizzling hot, deeply moving contemporary romance. Her stories are filled with intense love, passion, angst and emotion that breathes life into her characters and leaves her readers captivated.   Her books have gone all the way to #2 on Amazon’s Top 100 in the Paid Store and she spent many weeks on Smashwords bestseller lists.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Read Romantic Suspense? Come on over to meet Alexa Bourne!

Alexa Bourne
Romantic Suspense

      This week's post will appeal to all the Anglophiles out there. What a treat! We're at the Cuan MacDougall Pub in the center of Glenhlish, Scotland with Alexa ready to enjoy a few liquid refreshments. It’s a main scene location in Lexie's story and the two that are coming after it. The pub is owned by all three MacDougall siblings, Jamie (the hero of this book) and his wife, Meggie (the heroine of the next contracted book) and Ewan (the hero of the story she's submitted to her e-publisher for consideration).
     Alexa is giving away an e-book to one lucky commenter who can choose any book from her back list! She'll be around all week to chat with you so do leave her a comment or question!

Reader’s Haven: Lexie, we all love the inside of the authentic pub! Thank you for inviting us to experience part of your story. Tell us a bit about yourself.

Lexie:  I’m a teacher by day and a romance writer by nights, weekends, and all school holidays. I also teach online classes for writers throughout the year. I write romantic suspense and contemporary romance and am thrilled to have the chance to share my love of Great Britain with readers everywhere. When I’m not concocting sinister plots and steamy love scenes or traveling and exploring new cultures, I spend my time reading, watching brainless TV and thinking about exercising.

Reader’s Haven: LOL I think many of us can relate to 'thinking about exercising'! What made you want to become a writer?

Lexie: I’m not really sure. I’ve been writing stories for as long as I can remember. I didn’t actually consider it as a job possibility until I was in college and my best friend suggested I focus on getting published. 

Reader’s Haven: Please share a bit about your new release Carry Me Home without giving away any spoilers.

Lexie: After six months in the city, Mary MacDougall returns to the Scottish Highlands to finalize her divorce. Because of a past tragedy, she doubts her husband Jamie can possibly love her with the same unbridled passion as before and insists ending the marriage is best for both of them. But Jamie has other ideas….

     Jamie MacDougall has no intention of letting his bonnie lass go. At least not without a fight. Aye, they’ve suffered heartache, and she may be ready to call it quits, but he refuses to throw away the partnership they’ve built since they were children. Instead, he’ll remind her they were meant to be together, forever.

     Can this marriage survive pride and grief to allow love to carry them home?
Reader’s Haven: Sounds like a good beginning for our readers. Do you write under a pen name?

Lexie:  I do. I’m an educator and some people aren’t so thrilled to hear their child’s teacher is a romance writer.  

Reader’s Haven:  Totally understandable. What types of hero or heroine do you like best?

Lexie:  I like flawed characters who rise above their own fears and insecurities to become heroes and heroines for the people around them.

Reader’s Haven: Tell us about a typical day in your life as a writer.

Lexie: I don’t really think there is a “typical” day. LOL! What I need to work on, whether brainstorming, revising, or promoting, depends on the day, and what I get done depends on what’s happening in my “real world”.

Reader’s Haven:  Unfortunately, the real world interrupts our stories too often. Do your books have a common theme or are they all different?

Lexie: That’s a tough question! I think my books revolve around characters who lose confidence in themselves for different reasons and must find a way to believe in themselves again before they can accept the love before them.

Reader’s Haven: How long does it take you to write and then edit a story?

Lexie: For a novella, it usually takes me about a month to 6 weeks, depending on the story. For a full-length novel, I like to take 3-6 months.
Reader’s Haven: Do you have to be alone to write?

Lexie: I prefer to be alone when I’m writing so I can concentrate on the story. I usually listen to music too. BUT I can write in crowds too.
Reader’s Haven: How do you go about naming characters?

Lexie:  I don’t name them. They “tell” me their names. I have a baby name book that I use and when I find the right name I just know. Sometimes, after using it for a while, I don’t like a name I’ve chosen for a character, but if I try to change it, the character stops talking to me and I go into a writer’s block until I accept the name they choose.

Reader’s Haven: That's interesting. Is it easier to write about the characters if you find pictures of them before you write or do you write then find character pictures?

Lexie:  I have to have my stories cast before I can begin. In my head I have to know which actor, musician, sports figure or model plays each character so I can see the scene clearly in my head.
Reader’s Haven: How do you pick locations for your stories?

Lexie:  I like to choose locations I’m familiar with. I’ve spent a lot of time in the UK, and I love it there, so it felt natural for me to set my contracted stories there. I have several other manuscripts in various stages of completion and they are set in places I’ve either lived or visited, such as New England, Thailand and Mexico.


     “What do you want, Jamie?” She’d not get caught up in his soulful amber eyes. No, she would not.

     “You’ve had your bit of fun, but I want you to come home.” He tilted his head to one side and drifted his fingertips along her bare arm.

     She yanked away. “I’ve come to get my papers from you, to say good-bye to those I love, and to move on with my life.” She stepped around him and continued down the path to the center of Glenhalish. “I’ll be at the Kierlain House until Sunday. Please bring the forms and leave them with the front office.”

     “I don’t have them.” He nearly shouted with glee. “I tossed them out.”

     “I thought you might say that.” Smiling on the heels of another small victory, she fished through her handbag and pulled out another copy of the divorce papers. She’d come armed with a half-dozen copies just in case he chose to be difficult. She strode back to him with her chin held high and slapped the papers against his chest. “Here.”

     Jamie stared at the lass’s fine arse strutting away from him. Her hair had been cut, straightened and the summer dress with the flowery print accentuated all the curves he’d fallen for so many years ago, the curves he knew so intimately. And those heels, for the love of St. Bridget, Mary hadn’t worn high heels like that since she left school. They’d brought her closer to his height, yet she still only reached his shoulders.

     She’d left Glenhalish in January, a cold, distant housewife, and come back this alluring woman. For a moment, panic set inside his gut. He’d intended to convince her to come home so they could face their grief and move on together, but seeing how much happier, sexier, and sophisticated she was, perhaps Edinburgh was good for her, better than he could be.

     But he wanted her back, wanted to get through this rough patch they’d strayed onto after the lad’s death, and return to the partnership they’d shared since primary school. They had too many years left. She couldn’t leave him. He wouldn’t survive without her.

     The lass may have plans to leave him forever, but Jamie MacDougall wouldn’t give her up without a fight.

Reader's Haven: mmmm...we're liking the sounds of that excerpt!

Twitter: @AlexaBourne

CONTEST: Lexie is giving away an e-book to one lucky commenter who can choose any book from her back list! She will pick one winner on Saturday the 15th. Be sure to leave your email addy and the e-format you need if you win!

Thank you all for stopping by!

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Love contests? Here's a great one! TRR!

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Sunday, May 26, 2013

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Monday, May 20, 2013

Meet paranormal/vampire author, YL Parker!

Y. L. Parker
Paranormal Author

     Thank you for stopping in to meet this week's author! If you love paranormal reads and vampires, you're in for a treat. Her interview will post in a few days so do return to learn more about her!
     YL Parker was born and resides in  North Carolina. She has been a teacher for over 18 years. She has always loved stories ever since she was a young girl; she wrote screenplays for ten years and now has brought her storytelling to books. She has BA in English and a MA in Teaching and Learning with Technology. 

      This novel is set in San Juan County, Washington. Hillary Hermes was once the most feared alchemist of her time. She awakens in this time as Hillary Somers, her memory is gone, and all of her inherited powers are trapped inside the body of a frail, timid, teenager who’s filled with doubt. Time has transported her through the line of the Somers Witches. Lovers are caught in the war between vampires and witches.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Meet Award Winning Romance Author, Meg Mims! Contest Alert!

Meg Mims
Romance Author
       This week's author is going to take us back in time to attend a banquet at the Ebner Hotel in Sacramento, California 1869 to get us ready for her books, so we hope all of you have dressed for the occasion. If not, step over to our dressing room and find a gown that fits. I know we'll all look fabulous.
      At the bottom is Meg's Contest so do leave a comment with your email addy and e-book format to be in. Here's a sample of the gowns and the menu for the ball!

Reader’s Haven: Meg, what a wonderful party! We know everyone will have a great time. *spreading our fans for the gentlemen) Tell us a bit about yourself...Your gown is beautiful, by the way.

Meg: Thank you! I thought a ball would be fun. I’m an artist in watercolor, acrylic and pen/ink media. I find it very relaxing! 

Reader’s Haven: What made you want to become a writer?

Meg: When I first started reading the Boxcar Children mysteries, I knew I wanted to write my own stories. I did a lot of reading first - and waited till I was married with a baby to start.

Reader’s Haven: Please share a bit about your new release, Double or Nothing, without giving away any spoilers.

Meg: The book is the sequel to my Spur Award-winning novel, Double Crossing. Lily Granville finds herself in more trouble when her guardian announces her engagement to a hand-picked suitor. But she is in love with Ace Diamond, the Texan renegade who saved her life on the journey to California — a man her uncle is determined to keep away at all cost. Ace is just as determined to prove himself worthy of Lily’s hand, but is framed for murder after a dynamite explosion. Will Lily be able to save him from the hangman’s noose?

Reader’s Haven: Do you write under a pen name?

Meg:  Meg Mims is my pen name. I use “Meg” in memory of my niece who was killed in an automobile accident.

Reader’s Haven: That's a warm gesture and a way to honor her memory. What types of hero or heroine do you like best?

Meg:  I love a heroine who is independent and intuitive with plenty of courage.  I prefer a hero who isn’t totally alpha nor totally beta -- a mix of both is best! Ace is pretty gruff, and comes across as a real mercenary when Lily first meets him, but he has a heart of gold.

Reader’s Haven: Tell us about a typical day in your life as a writer.

Meg:  I’m ruled by my dogs! They get me up at 7 a.m., I let them out, feed/water them, then the cat, before my own breakfast and coffee. Then I get busy writing and catching up on mail and social media -- in between all the trips outside/back inside, barking at squirrels or the mailman, trucks, etc. It’s not quiet, that’s for sure. They let me know what they want! Even my poor husband comes second.

Reader’s Haven: Do your books have a common theme or are they all different?

Meg:  Pretty much solid mysteries. Even the short novellas I’ve written have a touch of intrigue going on, so I guess that’s what I love best. Justice must be served in the end.

Reader’s Haven: How long does it take you to write and then edit a story?

Meg:  I used to write a first draft in six months, then edit for a few more. Now I’m trying to get a first draft down in half that time, as long as it’s quality work, and edit for another month. Whew.

Reader’s Haven: Do you have to be alone to write?

Meg:  I prefer it, but it doesn’t usually happen! There’s either a cat, a dog or two, or my husband, the TV blaring, the phone ringing... I often put my headphones on and listen to music while I write.

Reader’s Haven: How do you go about naming characters?

Meg:  The characters usually introduce themselves, LOL. Either in my head, or I get a sense if a certain name is right or not. Lily in the Double series was first Julia, but she really didn’t like that name. Then she became Caroline - nope. Finally Lily seemed to fit. Ace was always Ace due to his poker-playing, and he wouldn’t tell ME his Christian name until Lily asked him.

Reader’s Haven: Is it easier to write about the characters if you find pictures of them before you write or do you write then find character pictures?

Meg: Usually I have the character in mind with their traits, and then photos “cement” them into place for deepening their characters. I used the silent screen actress Mary Miles Mintner for Lily, and the 1970s actor Pete Duel for Ace - both had tragic lives, so I felt I was giving them a “fresh” chance to find a happier ending. Here's a blurb for each book:

DOUBLE CROSSING ... August, 1869: Lily Granville is stunned by her father’s murder. Only one other person knows about a valuable California gold mine deed — both are now missing. Lily heads west on the newly opened transcontinental railroad, determined to track the killer. She soon realizes she is no longer the hunter but the prey. As things progress from bad to worse, Lily is uncertain who to trust—the China-bound missionary who wants to marry her, or the wandering Texan who offers to protect her … for a price. Will Lily survive the journey and unexpected betrayal? 

DOUBLE OR NOTHING ... October, 1869: Lily Granville finds herself in more trouble when her guardian announces her engagement to a hand-picked suitor. But she is in love with Ace Diamond, the Texan renegade who saved her life on the journey to California — a man her uncle is determined to keep away at all cost. Ace is just as determined to prove himself worthy of Lily’s hand, but is framed for murder after a dynamite explosion. Will Lily be able to save him from the hangman’s noose?

Reader’s Haven: How do you pick locations for your stories?

Meg: That always comes first when I have an idea, before the characters. With the Double series, I was inspired by Charles Portis’ True Grit, plus the movies, and the premise of “girl’s father is killed, she decides to track down murderer.” But I twisted it to make Lily a sheltered, wealthy 19-year-old, fairly naive, who travels on the newly opened transcontinental railroad instead of a horse. Ace is Rooster Cogburn and LaBoeuf rolled into one, with his own quirks. In Double or Nothing, California plays a big role, so I researched the setting before deciding on the story’s premise.     I'd like to share an excerpt if I may:

1869, California
I jumped at a screeching whistle. Men swarmed over the distant slope like bees over a wax honeycomb in a mad scramble. “Good heavens. What is that about?”
Uncle Harrison pulled me out of harm’s way. “They’re almost ready to begin the process of hydraulic mining,” he said and pulled his hat down to avoid the hot sun. “You’ll see. This is far better than panning for gold in a creek bed.”
“I can already see how destructive it is, given the run-off,” I said, eying the rivulets of dried mud that marked each treeless incline. “I’ve read about how the farmers can’t irrigate their fields and orchards due to the gravel and silt filling the rivers—”
Water suddenly gushed from two hydraulic nozzles in a wide, powerful stream. The men’s bulging arm muscles strained their shirts, their faces purple with the effort to control the water. I turned my gaze to the ravaged earth. Mud washed down into the wooden sluices, where other men worked at various points to spray quicksilver along the wide stretch. Others worked at a frantic pace to keep the earthy silt moving.
An older man with a grizzled goatee and worn overalls held out a canteen. “Have a sip while you’re waiting, miss,” he said. “A body gets mighty thirsty out here.”
“Thank you.”
I sipped the cold, refreshing ginger-flavored liquid that eased my parched throat. Dirt from the canteen streaked my gloves. Not that it mattered. At least the spatters of fresh mud wouldn’t show on my black mourning costume and riding boots. Two days of rain earlier in the week had not helped.
The kind man offered the canteen to Uncle Harrison, who brushed it aside with a curt shake of his head. Steaming, I bit back an apology. The man had already headed back to his position near the sluices.
Bored of watching the ongoing work, I wandered over to several horses that stood patient in the sun and patted their noses. A tooled leather saddle sat atop one gelding’s glossy brown hide, and the silver-studded bridle looked as rich. The horse gave a low whicker in greeting. If only I’d pocketed a few carrots or sugar lumps from breakfast.
“You’re a beauty. I wish I could ride you for a bit.”
The gelding’s ears dipped forward. One of the men left the knot of others in a huff. His dusty open coat swung around him as he stalked, spurs jingling, and closed the distance. He passed by me with a mere tip of his wide-brimmed hat and untied the reins. The horse pawed the ground, jittery, as if sensing the man’s foul mood while he mounted. I noted his scowl. Was he upset that I’d dared touch his property? A scruffy beard and thick black mustache hid his mouth. He rode off, keeping the gelding’s gait easy, down the gully toward the Early Bird’s entrance.
“Who was that?” I asked a miner.
The worker wiped sweat from his forehead with a sleeve. “SeƱor Alvarez? He’s got a burr under his blanket as usual. Pay him no mind, miss.”
I rubbed the remaining horse’s flank and glanced around the mining site. My uncle continued to chat with the foreman close to the shack near the head of the sluices. Another section of the wooden troughs was raised from the ground further north at a different bank of earth. My curiosity increased. I walked to the sluice and stared down at the filth in the bottom. No glints of gold flecked the bits of rock and slag. I had no idea what quicksilver looked like either. This whole business seemed crazy, although Uncle Harrison disagreed.
In the distance, pines smudged the lower half of the Sierra’s tiny white-capped peaks. To the west, gray clouds threatened the pale blue sky. No doubt rain would soak everything again by morning. My uncle had mentioned how winter was wetter here than back home in Chicago, or even St. Louis. I hadn’t known what to expect for autumn in California. Now that it was close to October, the stands of golden aspen on a ridge high above sported various shades of green, gold and hues of orange.
Homesickness overwhelmed me. I longed to see the brilliant shades of orange, red and yellow oaks, the thick forest of elms and birches behind my father’s house in Evanston. To ride along the shoreline of Lake Michigan’s navy waters, and watch the snow falling fast on a chilly winter’s day. I wouldn’t even mind listening to Adele Mason’s endless chatter about the latest dinner parties she attended with her many beaus.
It seemed like an eternity since I’d crossed two thousand miles of prairie and mountains on the Union and Central Pacific railroad. Donner Lake had resembled a sapphire jewel nestled among pristine snow fields. Perhaps it was frozen already.
I shivered, remembering the darkness of Summit Tunnel. It also brought back the delicious memory of feeling safe, nestled in Ace’s strong arms. Feeling the sudden shock when his tongue sought my own…
“Miss? It’s dangerous standin’ that close to the sluice. Over yonder is best.”
Guilt flooded my heart. Nodding to the man, I twisted around and glanced in the direction he indicated. My uncle remained at the shack. “Will they ever stop talking business?”
“Doubt it.” The miner was the same one who’d offered me water earlier. He carried a roll of canvas slung over a shoulder. Shrugging, he swiped his muddy goatee and cheek against his burden’s nubby surface. “Reckon they’ll yammer on for a while more.”
“Thank you. I’ll be careful.”
“Sure thing, miss.”
He passed by and handed the canvas to a pair of men. They unrolled it and laid the fabric inside the wooden sluice. I walked across the shifting ground, trying to avoid the worst of the mud’s damp patches. One claimed my uncle’s shoe when we arrived that morning. I fought hard not to laugh aloud, watching Uncle Harrison hop about on one foot, so comical with his blustery red face. At last a worker retrieved his shoe, mud up to his elbow, half his face coated as well. My uncle had not thanked the man for the rescue, either.
On higher ground, two workers held long snaking hoses that spurted water at the high bank. Two others sprayed quicksilver over the sluice. It didn’t look like anything but dirty water. I sighed. This entire trip had been a waste of time. Uncle Harrison resented the questions I’d peppered the foreman with and ignored my opinions on how the operation damaged the countryside. Why had he suggested I tag along in the first place?
I should have stayed back in Sacramento. My sketchbook drawings needed work. I had yet to finish anything I’d glimpsed during the journey on the train. Etta had brought all my watercolor supplies from Evanston, and most of my books too.
But I didn’t want to read or paint. A deep melancholy robbed me of energy. Nightmares haunted my sleep, of the deep ravine and the lizard I’d caught, of the sandy slope I climbed on Mt. Diablo, desperate to escape my father’s killer. Of being trapped, with no way out, and facing death, and of seeing that shocked surprise… and hearing the gunshot.
Self-defense, as Ace claimed. My uncle and the sheriff agreed.
Poor Ace. He’d felt bad afterward, forced into a cowardly deed. I had never shot anything except a badger with Father’s Navy revolver. Missed, too. But I’d tried to protect my darling pet lizard’s clutch of eggs in the garden back home. The thought of shooting a human being turned my stomach. I suppose stabbing someone wasn’t any less of a sin. Heavy guilt weighed on me. Had it been self-defense? I shuddered at the memory.
As Mother used to say, it was water under the bridge. Nothing I might say or do now would change the past. But I’d rather avoid making such a horrible choice again.
Instead I trudged toward the shack. The foreman held a large piece of blueprint paper between his hands while my uncle pointed at various sections. Two other men argued with them, their heated words carrying over the whooshing of hoses and creaks and jolts of skeleton wagons over the rutted ground. Most of their argument was peppered with technical jargon that didn’t make any sense. Even Chinese sounded more familiar.
“We haven’t made enough headway,” said a man in a tailored suit, whose gold watch chain glinted in the sun. “I say we dig out the ridge all the way.”
“You take that ridge down any more than we have and we’ll never get equipment to the furthest point of the claim, over here,” my uncle said and prodded the map. “That was Alvarez’s advice. He knows this land better than you, Williamson.”
“I agree, it’s too dangerous,” the foreman said.
 “I’m the engineer! Are you implying I don’t know my business?”
“I’m saying it’s stupid to undermine that ridge. You’re being a stubborn coot.”
“You’re a fine one to call me stubborn—”
Good heavens. I reversed direction and headed back toward the sluice. They were sure to argue for another few hours. I wanted to ride that horse, even if it meant hiking my skirts to my knees and baring my ankles. The poor animal looked like it a good run, or at least a trot over the rough ground. I had to do something productive or I’d go mad.
Steering around the same boggy patch of mud, I cut close to the sluice. A blood-curdling yell halted everyone. I whirled to see the entire bank of earth, a huge avalanche of mud, rocks and two large trees root-first, rushing straight for me.

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