Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Big Kindle Boogie!

10 Free Kindle Fires, 75 free ebooks, $300 in gift cards, a $500 library donation! Entries for 10 free Kindle Fires are already underway at http://bigkindleboogie.blogspot.com and gift cards are bing randomly awarded on Twitter for those who tweet about the Big Kindle Boogie.

On Feb. 1-2, bestselling thriller authors J.A. Konrath, Blake Crouch, Scott Nicholson, Lee Goldberg, and Scott Nicholson are making 75 Kindle books free on Amazon. They are also making a $500 donation to the local library of one Kindle Fire winner. They are also releasing the five-book Ultimate Thriller Box Set for free during the event. Contest is international, no purchase necessary. You can also join the Facebook party at http://www.facebook.com/BigKindleBoogie.

Three easy ways to enter:
  • Use the entry counters at http://bigkindleboogie.blogspot.com
  • You can also enter manually by tweeting to be eligible for Kindle Fires and Amazon gift cards: 10 free Kindle Fires. 75 free ebooks. http://bit.ly/xWOoKN #bigkindleboogie RT to enter for a Fire!
  • You can email bigkindleboogie@yahoo.com ONCE PER DAY with "Boogie entry" as subject line
Everything free, everything fun. Good luck!

Friday, January 27, 2012

Sci-Fi/Fantasy Author Linda Andrews' New Manuever

I'm thrilled to welcome Linda Andrews to my blog on her tour. She's a prolific sci-fi/fantasy author with yet another new release,  

Looks like she might have company:

Linda Andrews: Hello everyone! Thank you for joining me on Bella's fabulous blog. Today, I'm interviewing Mary--

Rae: Hold it right there! (she bounces out of her chair) You will not tell anyone my ridiculous name. I'm Rae, not MaryJane, and definitely not Radiance. I'm Rae Hemplewhite.

LA: Okay, Rae. Let's talk about your latest adventure.

Rae (slowly sinking into her chair): Adventure? I don't call being infected with alien bugs, kidnapped and killed an adventure. I call it torture. In fact... Wait a minute. You're the author you did this to me.

LA: Um, I actually think I just transcribed what you told me happened.

Rae: No. No way! (Jumping from her seat, she plucks at her microphone) I didn't ask for any of that craziness. I lost a toe, you know. A toe!

LA: I gave you the technology to grow it back.

Rae: I'm so out of here. (Tossing the microphone aside she stomps to the door)

LA (waving a yellow bag and a two liter bottle): I have Funyuns and grape soda.

Rae (stopping. She pauses then storms back to the interview chairs and grabs the bag out of my hand. The bag opens with a small pop and she inhales deeply): I want ice for the soda and a big cup.

LA: Sure anything you say. Now--

Rae: Uh-uh. (She shoves one yellow round in her mouth and crunches) I'm doing the interviewing today. What you did to me made me grumpy. Real grumpy and I want answers.

LA: Okay. What do you want to know?

Rae: Why me? I was quite happy believing alien abductions were all a big government conspiracy to cover their real black ops projects. I was happy believing the government was the bad guy. Now, I know that there are even worse humans from outer space that come down here and dink around with other people's lives.

LA: You seemed like the perfect person.

Rae: Me? Are you nuts? I'm the last person who should star in a scifi novel. I don't understand warped speed from a facial-time thingie. My eyes must have glazed over six or seven hundred times when you blabbed on about the technology stuff.

LA: You're exaggerating. This is scifi light. Not a lot of technology.

Rae: You're forgetting the tattoo. (shoving up her sleeve she flashes the blue celtic knot on her forearm)

LA: Oh, yeah. The extraterrestrials can store data in the light wave.

Rae (pointing to her face): See. My eyes have glazed over.

LA: Sorry, but some people will find it interesting.

Rae (snorting): And some lunatics like history. I have a hard enough time remembering that Romans are from Italy not Romania, you had to throw in thousand up thousands of years of human history. (She pours her soda until the fizz mushrooms over her cup) There better not be a pop quiz anywhere in my future.

LA: You may benefit from reading some of that history.

Rae: I would benefit if you have a lobotomy. Then you couldn't torture me any more. My toe still hurts when it rains. That's why I wear the slippers.

LA: Well there are benefits.

Rae: Yeah. Like what? (She sips the fizz then smacks her lips)

LA: Like you're no longer unemployed. And I gave you two gorgeous hunks to pick from.

Rae (tilts her head): I suppose. Of course, it would have been better if both of them hadn't tried to kill me.

LA: They both kissed you, too.

Rae: Neither kissed me good enough to make me forget about the killing part.

LA: Well, they have four more books or so to make it up to you.

Rae (leaping to her feet): What! I didn't sign up for that! You're a monster! I may be a character but I have rights. (Grabs her chips and soda) I'm leaving and don't expect me to be around for the next installment.

LA: Don't worry about that. She'll be back for the sequels. She likes Tobias and Victor. Don't believe me? Read on.

     Mother Goose must have laid an egg on my forehead, when I'd tripped. But why had I fallen? I was much too careful to stumble over a tree. I glared at the large limb, basking in the dawn like a black and white crocodile on the river of green.
     Obviously my rational mind had been affected by frustration. It couldn’t be Karma. Nothing I’d done would deserve this. And now my body would have to pay the price on the long slog back to my condo. I set my hands on the ground. Muck oozed between my fingers. As I levered myself up, static crackled inside my skull. The world dipped and swayed on the personal Tilt-A-Whirl that made up my equilibrium.
     Ugh! Maybe I could unscrew my head and pack it in foam, before attempting to stand again. Maybe Prince Charming would ride to my rescue and carry me home.
     What I wouldn't give for a do-over. I closed my eyes, while my insides quivered in the aftershocks of my movements. The battle of the metal bands raging inside my skull prevented any thinking—positive or otherwise. How on Earth could I walk from here to my condo without moving?
     Fly? Like that was going to happen. I sighed and my chin dipped. The world shuddered, measuring about twelve on the Richter scale. "Oh, God!"
     "Women usually only call me that, after we've met." A man's voice rasped against my nerve endings.
     Smooth, rich and deep, just the way I liked my chocolate. Had the head banging caused hallucinations? A shadow blocked out the pink sunlight shining across my closed lids moments before an acrid odor mingled with a musky scent. Male. My nose twitched.
     My imagination wasn't good enough to conjure up a picture.
     Maybe I'd switch from positive thinking to positively avoiding more than my quota of bad events.
     Grass shushed and the shadow fell away from my eyes.
     Had he left? No, I turned my head slightly. A punk metal band joined the jamboree inside my skull. Still my ears didn't detect any sound. Yet I felt him move closer. Man, the guy was quiet.
     "Can you open your eyes, obecht?"
     Obecht. The exotic word swirled around me and sliced through the pounding. Did it mean my love, or beautiful, or honey bunch? Fingers swept over my brow. How I dreamed of having a man's caresses explore my dips and curves as if he were an artist and I his greatest sculpture. Calloused fingertips traced my cheek then ran lightly over my jaw. Pleasure skittered through me, sowing warmth that liquefied my muscles.
     Part of me screamed to fight the spell he'd woven around me and reminded me that I was alone in the park at dawn. Primetime crime hour. For once, I could see why others found the rational part of me annoying. Besides, I needed help to get home.
     "Obecht, you must open your eyes." Steel laced the velvet chocolate voice. His touches morphed into insistent probes. One finger lifted my eyelid.
     Light penetrated my skull, obliterating my view. Fear shoved into the vacant spaces created by my blindness. Could a whack on the head really knock the sense from me? I pulled free of his touch. Once I was certain I wouldn't vomit, I opened my eyes. My heart thumped against my ribs.
     The man was a shadow, no discerning features at all. Adrenalin chased fear's chill from my skin. I had to get out of here. Back to the safety of my condo. To the presence of other people. Flattening my palms against the gunk on the ground, I pushed myself up. My muscles wobbled and I landed with a splat. Oops, I'd forgotten the whole ‘needing help’ bit.
     "Easy." He shifted, not further away as my fear wanted but closer to me. So close, I felt the heat emanating from his skin. "I'm just going to support you so you don't sustain further injury. Okay?"
     My stomach performed crazy acrobatics, while the world spun. I could use support. I could use a lift home. I blinked in the dim light and made out his broad shouldered silhouette.
     I had asked for help.
     And here it was.
     Something told me I would never get home if I refused it. "Okay."
     "Let me know when you've recovered." The deep timbre of his voice blanketed my fear like a balm and his arm settled around my shoulders. His fingers stroked my spine briefly, before tickling my nape and slipping under my hair to massage my scalp.
     Hmm. That felt nice. The vestiges of my fear melted away, leaving only a building ache inside me. When was the last time a man had taken care of me? I wasn't surprised when my memories turned up empty. Maybe being strong and independent was overrated, if it deprived me of massages.
     Even if they were by a complete stranger who banished rational thoughts with his caresses and held me awfully close. A fissure of alarm bubbled up. Stranger, smanger. Someone who smelled like sunshine and soap couldn't be all bad.
     "We'll just stay right here, until the nausea passes." Peppermint-scented words stirred the hair on my neck.
     "Nausea?" Was that my voice? It sounded a bit rusty and lower than normal. It definitely didn't match the one inside my head. And just what had the man seen? Good grief! Didn't witnesses to my humiliation have an occupancy limit?

Blue Maneuver available now:

So what do you think? Should Rae continue on? One commentator will recieve an ebook copy of Blue Maneuver. And if you want to learn about the down side of Spam dots, follow me to Romancing SciFi blog on Monday and hear more from Rae on Wednesday at Bandit Creek books.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

The Anfractuous Bookaholic: Author Interview: Bella Street

The Anfractuous Bookaholic: Author Interview: Bella Street: "Today is an awesome day. Why you may ask? Well.... because today I bring you an interview with author Bella Street, author of 'Kiss Me, I'm Irish." Click the link above for more!

Friday, January 20, 2012

Small Blogs, Big Giveaways

Welcome to the #SBBG7, the biggest international giveaway online!

Hosted by Reading Romances. The Book Giveaway: winners will be able to choose from the big stash of prizes, it’s one BIG giveaway! You only need to enter it once via the rafflecopter tool (through any of the participating hosts. It’s different from a giveaway hop, where each blog hosts their own giveaway). For this giveaway there will be 5 winners! The first winner gets to choose 6 books and the others 5 books. 

My contribution is 3 sets of Apocalypse Babes: The Complete Series. Each set contains all 6 full-length novels in the Apocalypse Babes series. 

Go here to enter and for all the details. Hope you win!

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Hop Winners!

I still haven't heard back from all the winners, but I'll go ahead and post them here now. I used random.org to generate the results.


Cupcake Mama (is there a conspiracy here? LOL)


Catherine 0807 (another conspiracy, this one with the letter C!)

and Tiffany.

Congrats and thank you so much for being a part! Hope you enjoy Kiss Me, I'm Irish!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Apocalypse Babes Winners!

A big THANK YOU to Shawn Maravel for hosting a giveaway at her blog for my book collection Apocalypse Babes: The Complete Series

Shawn chose four winners from the comments. Congrats to Kristina, another Kristina, Cassandra, and Julie. Thanks to all who entered!

Be sure to check out Shawn's books--but only if you enjoy heartwarming, heart-rending romance! :) And keep posted here for a book interview coming up in the future where we'll talk about Shawn's latest book, The Wanderer.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Looks Like I'm A Sweetie

Jessica Aspen of Paranormal Freebies nominated my blog for a The Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award. Is there any doubt why?

I know, right?

So in keeping with the rules, I'm to list 7 random fact about myself. You already know how sweet I am, so listing that as one might be cheating. But here goes:

1. I suck at fiddle playing. I suck eggs, even though I'm being taught by a professional (with a music degree AND in a band) violinist. 'course I don't practice all that much.

2. I have a lot of kids. Which means my brain is mush. So blame them if you don't like my books. It's prolly their fault.

3. My favorite TV show of all time is a tie-between Buffy The Vampire Slayer and 24. It's not that much of a stretch if you think about it. Both leads are anti-heroes, both destined to serve others to their own detriment...plus Keifer was a vamp in Lost Boys.

4. Since neither of those shows are on the air any longer (and I'm embarrassed to admit how many times I've rewatched the DVDs), my new fav show is Justified. Timothy Olyphant and the other characters simply own this show and I can hardly wait until next week for season 3. Watch it.

4. I plan to attend a St Patrick's Day parade this year. Never have. We usually celebrate (being non-Irish and all) by eating Lucky Charms. But I found there's a parade nearby, so I'll be saying Erin Go Braugh and maybe peddling some copies of Kiss Me, I'm Irish. Better make sure everyone's had plenty to drink first.

5. I used to garden organically. But it went about as well as my fiddle playing.

6. I believe in Sasqwatch and the Loch Ness Monster. Seriously.

7. Even though they say 2012 is the year of the apocalypse, I just think that's because it's an election year. But maybe it will help me sell some books.

And now my list of blogs to nominate. Visit each one and say hi!

                                 Trisha Wilson

Hope everyone has a little fun with this! If only that strawberry cake was real, dangit!

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Fairies and Fantasy Hop Giveaway

Join with book blogs  I Am A Reader Not A Writer and vvb32reads and enter to win from a selection of YA faery and fantasy titles. Including mine!

Kiss Me, I'm Irish: Time-travel, fiddle tunes, and pixie dust...because sometimes a girl just needs a little magic in her life! A sweet, paranormal romance.

Please leave a comment here to be entered. One random winner will receive a print copy and another random winner will receive an e-copy. Print book is open to international winners. The ebook is only limited by device and international availability. then hop to the next blog for more chances to win!

The Giveaway ends 1/13/12 at 12:01 AM. Winners announced 1/14/12.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Y'all Are Awesome!

At the beginning of December, I committed to taking 20% of my total book sales and donating to Nashville's charity Strings For Hope--Curing Hunger One Note At A Time. Well, the numbers are in and your purchases have help to contribute $275!

Strings For Hope handcrafts recycled instrument strings--from awesome guitarists, violinists, banjo and mandolin players, and bass players--and are accented by natural and vintage beads and baubles. No two are alike and each item has had music played on it. How cool is that?

Here's the founder Laura (wearing a SFH bracelet and ring) with the moola. Woot! Over 90% of money goes to assist existing food programs both locally and globally.

If you haven't heard of Strings For Hope before, don't worry. Go to their website (you'll be redirected to a site that handles the purchases) and buy a bracelet, ring, or necklace for any occasion.

Help cure hunger...one note at a time!

Sunday, January 1, 2012

The Apocalypse Is Nigh

Well...according to the Mayan calendar, the world ends December 21, 2012. That means I have a LOT of reading to squeeze in before then!

Book reviewer Rosey of Rosey's Review is hosting a reading challenge, throwing down the gauntlet of twelve books in 12 months.

Here are my twelve I'm committing to read:

The Mortal Instruments series (3 books)

Books 2 and 3 of the Chaos Walking series

Books 2 and 3 of the Forest of Hands and Teeth series


The Chemical Garden Trilogy

I Am Legend

And while we're talking about dystopian themes, I know of this one apocalypse series...

Six full length novels for less than the price of a paperback. I mean, for shizzle!

What will you be reading before the apocalypse?