This is where you find the latest news, contests, and general random thoughts that pass through my brain…scary!
I’m so very excited to have a Book Blast tour hosted by Pride-Promotions and all of the wonderful bloggers who have volunteered to host the guys from the Willow Springs Ranch. As you all know, the series is near and dear to my heart. Be sure to visit with all these bloggers and do the Rafflecopter-thingy to enter for your chance to win one of FIVE Amazon $20 gift cards! Note: Not all pages had their posts up when I added them, so you might have to search their blog plus more keep adding the Blast to their Blogs, so I’m going to keep adding them throughout the day. Love all of you, and thanks for making the Willow Springs Ranch Tour a success!
Here are your travel spots:
The Hat Party
Thank you Will Parkinson and Pride Promotions! Friends, if you have a blog site you want added to the tour, just send me a note on Facebook or contact Will at Pride-Promotions. We’d love to include your readers in the giveaway! All prizes will be awarded no later than Friday, April 25.
WILLOW SPRINGS RANCH
Here’s a peek at my own WSR–someday soon, we’re going to have a Reader’s Round-up here!
KISS ME – I’M IRISH POT O’BOOKS GRAND PRIZE
1 Grand Prize winner and 3 runners up
Winners will be chosen by Random.org at midnight, Pacific Time, March 17, 2014
To enter, Hob around the blogs and leave a comment at each blog you enter. Also, leave an email address so we contact the winner. The more blogs you visit and comment on, the more chances you have to win.
I know many of you read the Willow Springs Ranch Series, but if you haven’t yet dipped into the Pulp Friction 2014 collection, now’s a great time to try. Park Williams and Tanner Triplett have left the WSR for Flagstaff and have moved in to a cabin at Mountain Shadows…or have they?
Here’s the blurb:
For the free-spirited Park Williams, leaving the relative safety of the Willow Springs Ranch for a remote cabin near Flagstaff to spend some quality alone-time with his new boyfriend seems like a no-brainer. They can get to know each other while hiding away from the bad guys who may or may not be looking to kill his lover. At least it seems like a good idea right up until the minute he is standing on the front porch, with a man he’s known less than three weeks, and who spent two of those weeks in police custody. Oh shit.
Tanner Triplett is having a bad month. After two attempts on his life, he’s helped put his father and brother behind bars, lost his beloved ranch, and oh yeah…stepped out of the closet in a big way. But it remains to be seen if he’s in bigger danger from the men he’s agreed to testify against, or the golden-haired, cosmic-quoting devil trying to kill him with soy-gurt.
Join Park, Tanner, and their dogs Scooby and Taco as they make the move east to the Mountain Shadows Resort to meet up with their new neighbors and join in the fun that is Pulp Friction 2014.
About Pulp Friction 2014
Laura Harner ~ Lee Brazil ~ Havan Fellows ~ T.A. Webb
The Pulp Friction 2014 Collection. Four authors. Four Series. Twenty books. One fiery finale. Spend a year with an eclectic group of strangers brought together through circumstances, as they are tested by life, and emerge as more than friends.
The strongest bonds are forged by fire, cooled in air, smoothed by water, grounded in earth.
Although each series can stand alone, we believe reading the books in the order they are released will increase your enjoyment.
Tanner stepped outside and draped an arm over Park’s shoulder. “What did I miss?” he asked.
“Just an invitation to drinks tonight,” Park said, turning to smile at his lover.
The moment stretched out and Tanner’s eyes seemed to go a little unfocused. His lips parted. “Oh…”
“Maybe another time,” Scott said with a laugh in his voice. “Looks like you two might be busy later. I’ll see you around. Welcome to Mountain Shadows.”
They continued to stare at each other long after the sound of Scott’s footsteps faded away. The wind whispered through the tops of the tall pines, but otherwise, the camp was quiet. According to the map and their initial drive through the property, there were fourteen cabins, plus the lodge. Scott said six of the cabins were occupied and the closest one was a few hundred yards away. He supposed a scream might carry…
Park barely restrained the shudder that threatened. Standing here on the porch of a place registered in his name with a man he had just by default committed to spend the next six months with. A man he’d known less than three weeks, and who had spent two of those weeks in police custody. What the fuck am I thinking?
“Is it weird that I’m freaking out a little bit here?” Park asked, wishing he could find his usually ever-ready laugh.
Tanner traced the line of Park’s jaw and smiled a little, but there was a touch of sadness in the look. “Hey, I understand. This was really big and way too soon. You just got caught up in the craziness. Why don’t I— Shit.” Tanner dropped his hands and stepped back. “Listen, I need a ride back to town.”
“Back to town?” Park echoed.
“Yeah, honey. I can find something there and we can start over. I’m not ready to push you into something you’re not ready for…karma or not.” Tanner bent and claimed Park’s mouth in a gentle kiss that seemed to chase the shadows away.
Their lips brushed together, the touch light, more promise than substance. Then Tanner licked at the seam of Park’s mouth, and he opened to his lover’s invitation. Despite the frigid outdoor temperatures, the heat of the moment had passion igniting instantaneously between them, and Park moaned into Tanner’s kiss. Then Tanner wrapped a big hand around the back of his neck and Park fell against the taller man with a groan. When a hand landed on his ass, Park rubbed into the touch. Tanner’s hand slid into Park’s hair and freed it from the scrunchy.
Using his hair like a handle, Tanner tugged hard enough to raise Park’s face even more before he buried his nose in the crook of Park’s shoulder. “I don’t really want to go…” he whispered. He licked his way up Park’s neck to the swirl of his ear. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered.
“Nuh uh,” Park managed on a half groan.
Tanner pulled back and studied his face. Park wanted to offer reassurance that he was okay, but all the blood seemed to have left the speech center of his brain and now throbbed in his dick. It appeared Tanner liked what he saw, because Park suddenly found himself lifted from the porch and tossed over Tanner’s shoulder, the proverbial sack of potatoes.
Stepping inside, Tanner closed the door firmly and strode straight through the cabin to the downstairs bedroom. Hanging upside down, Park came cheek to cheek with the twin globes of a tight ass covered in faded denim. He thought he might be drooling.
Now available at theses sites (the others are still loading):
I’m heading off on a book tour! Okay, a virtual tour, but it’s BIG and you could be the real winner. Follow along to the different sites and be sure to find the Raffle Copter widget to enter for a chance to win!
Bookin’ It Reviews (Guest post) http://bit.ly/1mCtKRr
C&F (Series Spotlight) http://bit.ly/1mCtJgd
Rose & Beps Blog (Series Spotlight) http://bit.ly/1mCtL7G
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(And yes…some day I will go on a real tour, LOL. I’m thinking of attending an even in London next year and then taking a long working side trip to Ireland and Scotland!)
Whoo hoo! We’re only a few hours away from the launch of Park’s Lot, Willow Springs Ranch #5 With this book, we have two covers…one especially designed to keep Amazon happy (I hope) and then one for the other book sellers, who generally are more tolerant of my covers. It’s kind of amusing, Amazon doesn’t actually ban the covers, but it does re-categorize the books from romance to erotica, which makes them a tad harder to find. They don’t pop up as suggested reads.
Here’s your cover art and book description. Park’s Lot will be available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iTes, Smashwords, and All Romance eBooks. iTunes, Kobo, and Sony, will load eventually, but they are notoriously slow with erotic romances.
When vegan, peace-loving, social do-gooder Park Williams stumbles across the half-dead cattle rancher who has been sabotaging the Willow Springs Ranch in the name of a homophobic militia group…there’s only one thing to do. Save his life, then share his tent. Waking to find the man’s dick pressed against his ass is just a bonus.
Tanner Triplett is in trouble. Not the your-brother-is-a-sociopathic-murderer-and-you’re-his-next-victim sort of trouble. Not even the your-father-is-trying-to-overthrow-the-federal-government-and-you’re-going-to-jail-for-helping kind of trouble. No…this is the sort of trouble that comes when you wake up with stranger’s dick in your hand. Holy fuck. How is he going to get out of this?
A sudden need to run for their lives ought to do it.
Determined to make amends, Tanner leads Park to the relative safety of the WSR, where the biggest danger should be from gun-wielding cowboys seeking revenge. Tanner hadn’t counted on sharing a room with the exotically beautiful Park or the danger to his heart when the carefully erected walls protecting his secret come tumbling down.
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February and March are teaming up to be quite busy months.
My first really big news… on February 10, Continental Divide, Separate Ways: I has been selected by BookBub to kick off their brand new LGBT subscription service. They will be sending out the FREE buy links to over 30,000 subscribers. I am unbelievably honored.
Not a member of BookBub yet? Follow the link and sign up—they work with big name authors, multiple NYT and USA Today Best Seller, in
dies, and publishers, too. The win is for their subscribers-who get direct email listings every day for free or low cost books from their favorite genres/categories. Be sure to select the LGBT option as one of your choices so you can give Continental Divide some love. This is going to be their first gay promotion, so we need to drum up the business, because this is an invaluable resource for indie authors, on that’s been out of reach for the LGBT community.
Starting February 24, I’ll be working with Book Monster Promotions on a blog tour for the Highland Destiny Series. You will want to follow the tour because the prizes are 2-$100 Amazon Gift Cards! I’ll post links as soon as they are available.
Finally, I know many of you are waiting for the Park’s Lot, WSR #5. Hang in there, it’s almost ready. The book is currently in edits, but with so many things going on, it is going to be slightly later than anticipated. Look for a February 20-ish release date.
I have a very naughty cover draft that is definitely going to need some creative banner use to make it suitable to post on Amazon, lol.
Here is the “working” draft…definitely NOT finished.
I’m very pleased to announce the second edition of Honey House is now available all retail sites, with a fresh edit and a brand new cover. Help me celebrate by getting your copy today.
Am I nuts? Probably, but that’s beside the point…
Last year, Honey House had an exclusive run at Amazon, with over 30,000 copies sold or given away. Only silly me…I forgot to load it onto the other retail sites once the Amazon deal was over, and the poor book languished in obscurity. Once I realized my oversight, I thought this personal favorite of mine deserved a fresh edit and shiny new cover. I’m very pleased with the whole package. The next book in the series is now actively on the writing list and will be available this spring—so get your copy of Honey House today. As always, I appreciate you giving my books a read!
…don’t try to change the name, the House won’t like it.
I really love this book. KC has a very hard back story, and emerged as a very strong, if isolated young woman. She doesn’t take any BS from anyone, and yet there are still flashes of vulnerability that show up from time to time. Honey House is nominated for the 2013 Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer’s Choice Award.
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/honey-house-laura-harner/1112998332?ean=2940015629231&cm_mmc=AFFILIATES-_-Linkshare-_-W1PQs9y/1/c-_-10:1
All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-honeyhouse-548714-148.html
As an independent author-publisher, I have to consider my career much like any small business owner, and that means looking back at what did—and did not—work well for me in the past. It also means planning for the future. Too often, I hear authors complain of a lack of control over their career. While there are certain market vagaries for which no one can plan, if you intend to see your idea for a book become a published reality, then you must work for it.
In case you haven’t heard, indie publishing no longer carries the same stigma of vanity publishing. We’ll talk about the difference next week, but the media have caught on that there are some very successful indie authors making a LOT of money. The Kindle millionaire isn’t exactly a myth, but well…then there’s the rest of us. Mid-listers or lower.
Obviously, some are more successful than others, some are working on their first manuscripts, and still others, thinking about getting started. If you’re inclined to think about getting started, then this probably isn’t a blog series for you. Because first and foremost, this is about turning a dream into a goal, and then working your tail off to reach each objective along the path to indie publishing success.
Every Wednesday, I’ll be sharing a few of the lessons I’ve learned as I traveled the path to become an indie author-publisher of romance.
Will you make a million dollars? I sure hope so—it would be great to say I knew you when. Truthfully, in this new age of digital first publishing, there is no telling what you’ll accomplish when you combine your talent, hard work, and luck.
Luck? Yes, luck. That’s part of those market vagaries I mentioned earlier. Before you worry about luck, though, you have to be ready—which means you need a book. Otherwise, it’s like trying to win the lottery without buying a ticket.
No amount of luck will put an unwritten book on a best seller list.
Which Comes First? Chicken or the Egg…
Actually, when it comes to writing, the question isn’t worthy of any philosophical debate. If you want to get published and stay published you have to write a book. Seems pretty basic, doesn’t it?
There are a lot of wannabe writers in the world, but very few actually ever write a complete book. (NanoWriMo, anyone?) Even fewer actually become published—fewer still make their living writing fiction.
Yes, I know my blog post is about indie publishing, but if you don’t take care of that pesky book-writing detail first, you don’t need to be asking anyone about self-publishing. Or about promotion, websites, editors, royalties, et cetera, ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
Even if you ignore every other piece of advice I offer—pay attention to this:
Write your damned book.
Writing must become your priority. Don’t tell me that you have an every day job, kids, spouse, laundry…if you came here looking for advice on how to live a balanced life as a writer, boy are you in the wrong place. My workday starts at 3:30…yes, that’s AM. I don’t have weekends off or sick days. I rarely go anywhere without something to write on, not even to my son’s baseball games. Does that make me a bad mom? I don’t think so…I still watch and cheer, but it does allow me to work in those down times between innings or while I’m waiting for the game to start.
When I started writing my first book, I had an every-day job (EDJ), so I got up two or three hours early, every day, just to make sure I got my writing done. That was way before I had an inkling about becoming published—all I knew was a driving passion to finish my book.
You have the same 1,440 minutes in your day as every other person on the planet. I’ll say again, if you want to be a writer you have to write a book. So writer resolution #1 has to be make time to write.
How? That’s up to you. I quit sleeping. I’m not kidding. I rarely get more than six hours of sleep, and I can’t say any longer whether that’s habit or natural, but it’s just a fact of my life. I need to write early in the morning or it just never actually gets finished. Before I started writing I had a few favorite shows I looked forward to each week, plus I was a news junkie. Now, I find I don’t watch much news, and I’m not currently watching any series television. I may again some day—it’s not any great philosophical objection—I’d just rather spend my time writing, working to achieve my goals.
So if you’re still waiting to finish that first book, start here…
Make a list of the daily “Must-dos” and put writing on your list before you add anything else. I don’t care if your goal is a page a day, 1,000 words a day, or an hour a day, writing goes to the top of the list. Then add the other obligations in your life—and look for opportunities to be creative with your time.
If you don’t think you have the time to make the commitment to writing right now, first check what you’re actually spending time on. Do you Facebook? Watch television? Play video games? Sleep? Look for the recreational minutes that slip away without accomplishing anything and decide if you want to watch that next episode of Dancing With The Stars more than you want to finish your book.
If you’ve finished that all important first book, congratulations! Now, lather, rinse, repeat, because you need to have a backlist, if you’re going to make this a career.
Thanks for stopping by my blog, I’d love to hear from you. If you add writing to your list of things to do this week, what’s your daily writing goal? And how will you make sure you achieve that goal?
Next Wednesday: Indie Publishing WIIFM (What’s in it for me…)
Welcome to Final Day of the Baby it’s Cold Outside Blog Hop!
It’s the final day of the Baby it’s Cold Outside Blog Hop! There are a LOT of great prizes from some fabulous authors, including a Kindle, so be sure click on the image above or this link and visit 10 sites to open up the Rafflecopter entry form for your chance to win a Kindle Fire!
Since we started the hop with a steamy excerpt from book one in the Three’s Allowed Series, and the weather has only gotten worse for many of you, I figure it can’t hurt to try to steam things up a little more. Now, don’t get me wrong…my books do contain explicit sex, but you’ll also find intrigue, danger, and plenty of romance, too. Today, we’ll stick with the heat, though, lol.
Book Two in the series starts of with a bang, literally, and never lets go. This top-rated, best selling book won numerous awards, and made all things possible for me—and by that I mean, it allowed me to take the scary leap from having a regular guaranteed paycheck to turning writing into my full-time job. I am forever grateful to all those who buy my books. You might say you RESCUED me!
Elizabeth Ashford tries to escape her wife-beating husband before he kills her, by running into the wilderness near a highway rest area. Michael Enwright is a self-made millionaire and expert in high tech security. At the first rest stop of his long overdue sabbatical, he sees the fleeing woman and intervenes, saving Elizabeth’s life, while nearly losing his own.
When Michael’s help is misinterpreted, he ends up handcuffed and face down in the dirt before Elizabeth can set Sheriff Graeme Kennedy, her former lover, straight. In order to protect Lizzie, Graeme is forced to work with Michael and brings both of them to his cabin for protection.
Now Graeme finally has Elizabeth under his roof, right where he’s always wanted her. So why is he jacking off to visions of the drop dead gorgeous and take-charge Michael? Some things never change.
The Excerpt (Adult)
Michael’s head was spinning, and he suspected it was lack of blood, since every bit of it was now gathered at his core with the force of his orgasm. As he lay there unable to move, breathing like a freight train, he was aware of two things. First, he’d just had the best blow job of his life. Second, he was holding Graeme’s hand.
What the hell was going on with him and Graeme? How could it possibly feel so right to touch another man? He’d only been interested in women before, so was this some kind of forbidden fruit temptation? He’d always thought of himself as Mr. Accepting when it came to his gay acquaintances, so why was he having such a hard time accepting the attraction he felt for Graeme?
Not wanting to pull back too abruptly, he gave Graeme’s hand a little squeeze before he reached for Liz. When she was comfortably on his chest, he stroked her hair and held her close. His emotions felt very near the surface, and his voice came out a growl, “Liz, that was—”
“Shh, don’t say anything, yet. Let me listen to your heartbeat,” she said, her ear pressed against his chest. Michael grinned, knowing it must sound like a beating drum.
Graeme stroked Lizzie’s back and, when she turned her head to look up, he captured her mouth in a kiss. Michael thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world to watch the two of them. Graeme pulled her over until she was no longer on top of Michael but nestled between the two men. Michael met Graeme’s gaze and, without a word, both men lowered their mouths to take a breast.
Liz gasped as they suckled and licked. Michael nipped lightly at the tender underside of her breast and was rewarded with a moan. He traced a path down her body, tasting and kissing, while Graeme continued to suckle her breasts. When he reached the silky hair that crowned her womanhood, Michael spread her thighs and moved between her legs.
She had a beautiful pussy. He kissed his way around, nipping at her inner thighs, running his tongue on the sensitive skin between her hip and thighs. When he had her writhing, he buried his face between her thighs and tasted her. He lapped at the cream gathered there and then thrust his tongue inside her hot canal. “God, Lizzie, you taste sweet as honey,” he said, looking up.
“Feels so good,” she whispered.
Michael looked at Graeme, saw the naked desire on his face. He could give him pleasure with a kiss. It wasn’t a big deal; they’d already shared that much. “Kiss me, Graeme. Taste her on my mouth,” he said and rose on his knees to meet Graeme halfway.
“Oh God,” Graeme said, just before his mouth claimed Michael’s. It was a sweet kiss, just enough tongue to share the musky taste of Liz, but not enough to become a distraction. When Graeme pulled back, he licked Michael’s lips.
Liz sighed. “Okay, that was seriously hot, you two.” With a smile Michael returned to his place between her legs and pushed a finger inside as his tongue flicked her clit. Liz’s next words were lost in long, low moans, and Michael knew she was close. He circled her clit, backing off the direct pressure, but slipped another finger inside her pussy. He pumped slowly while he teased her with his tongue.
“Oh, so close… don’t stop…” she gasped.
Michael only laughed. He wasn’t ready to let Liz have her release so quickly. He pushed her knees against her chest, and Graeme helped by holding them there. Michael ran his tongue over the soft skin of her perineum, then lower. He nipped at the cheeks of her ass, then licked his way to the center, until his tongue lightly swept across the tight pucker of her anus. Again and again he returned, until he felt her start to relax. He thrust his tongue against the tight opening, pushing and licking until she was pushing back. He looked an invitation to Graeme, who moved to join him. He shifted to the outside of Liz’s thighs, so Graeme could take over. Michael returned his attention to Liz’s clit, flicking his tongue against the hard little nub. His head was very close to Graeme’s as they concentrated on Liz’s pleasure. Michael moved his fingers, stroking that spot inside he knew would drive her crazy.
Graeme pushed his thumb against her anus until he slipped past the tight ring of nerves. Her moan was loud and guttural. Michael couldn’t help but think about both of them filling her with their cocks, Graeme in her ass while he fucked her pussy. Together they would fill her, their cocks separated by a thin membrane, tight, hot, hard.
He clamped his lips over her clit and massaged with his tongue. He felt her start to go, then muscles in her thighs started to quiver, her hips thrust, and then her pussy was squeezing his fingers as she screamed her pleasure into the night.
He and Graeme slowly brought her back, gentling their mouths, waiting for her muscles to unclench before they removed their fingers. The men collapsed on either side of Liz, both grinning at her inability to form a coherent word.