Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Scandalous Intentions - Read it NOW!

Sometimes, a book is so good, so fresh you get to the end and you're sad it's over. Scandalous Intentions by Amanda Mariel is that book. Second in her Ladies and Scoundrel series, Miss Mariel has created character with witty dialogue, romance that jumps off the page and a story that will keep you entertained throughout every one of its 120 pages.

I don't usually read Victorian Romance and I don't usually finish them in one day, but with this book, I started to read and didn't stop until I finished. I usually prefer my heroes to be modern, to have the conveniences of text massages and phone calls, but as I read it didn't occur to me miss those things. Ms. Mariel handled her spunky heroine and handsome hero's romance without relying on technological devices to escalate the excitement. Her heroine, Sara, is a woman who knows her own mind. Older than most women who've already married, Lady Sara is holding out, until the moment she discovers Lord Luvington (don't you LOVE that name???) may be more than just a rake in Gentleman's clothing. I wasn't aware the Victorian era folks could banter, but they do and they do it well! I was drawn in from the first page and didn't stop until I read the end.
If you don't do anything else today, buy this book and read it. You won't be sorry you did!

Click here to spend and afternoon falling in love with Lord Luvington

When faced with losing his inheritance, notorious rake Lord Julian Luvington sets his sights on Lady Sara. She’s as respectable as they come, just what his father ordered. But the lady shall not be easily won.

She’s determined to marry for love or not at all, and she’ll do anything to obtain the freedom granted to men. A blackguard like Lord Luvington could destroy her hard-won reputation, but marriage to him also offers her the opportunities she can’t achieve on her own. What’s a lady to do?

When Lord Luvington refuses to abandon his pursuit, Lady Sara proposes an arrangement. Only the price may be more than either bargained for. Lady Sara could lose more than her social standing and Julian could lose his heart.

    Sarah pushed out a sigh as Lord Luvington lead her toward a stone bench nestled among the lush green hedge.
    “Shall we sit for a moment? I wish to explain.” He pressed his arm against her hand then loosened it again.
    She looked away. “Very well. Though I cannot imagine what you might say to change things.”           Sarah hesitated for a moment, reluctant to release her grip on him before she lowered herself onto the bench. The stone’s cool exterior seeped through her skirts, a welcome contrast to the warmth radiating through her. She rested one hand on her lap and waved her fan with the other.
    Lord Luvington positioned himself on the bench a smidgen closer than was proper, angling himself so that he faced her. The fresh spring scents of foliage and flowers took on a heady intensity. She stared fixedly at the hedge in front of her. Her face flamed though she could not credit it to the heat of the atmosphere.
    She needed to take control of the situation before it swept her away. “Speak your piece and be done with it. I do not wish to linger here over long.” He flashed a toe-curling grin just before she glanced away.
    “What I said in the park was the truth. Is the truth. But there is more to it than just my need of a respectable wife.”
    “Do tell.” She lowered her fan to her lap, its ribbons trailing in the breeze, and locked her gaze with his.
    “I have come to care for you, admire you, even. You’re a fascinating and attractive woman.”
She plucked at her satin skirts as the heat climbed back into her face.
    “It is true that I will not inherit the duchy without a proper society wife. It is the very reason I began looking for one. I shall not deny it, but nor is it the reason I continue to pursue you.” He reached up and brushed a curl that had escaped her bonnet away from her cheek.
    His fingers left a tingling trail in their wake, and something inside Sarah began to crumble. She glanced down at the path they had just walked.
    “I would like the chance to make this right. Allow me to court you, Lady Sarah. Let us discover if there might be something real between us.”
    She glanced at him, unsure how to respond. Her mind screamed no, but her heart and soul begged for him. She wanted to reach out and run her hand across his strong jaw, feel his lips pressed against hers, discover what it felt like to be in his arms.
    “Spend the rest of the party in my company, Lady Sarah. Grant me one afternoon to change your mind.”

    A wave of tingles ran down her and congregated in her abdomen at his smile. This was dangerous, and she knew it. And yet…

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About the Author:

Amanda Mariel dreams of days gone by when life moved at a slower pace. She enjoys taking pen to paper and exploring historical time periods through her imagination and the written word. Her hobbies include reading, writing, crocheting, traveling, photography, and spending time with her family. Some of Amanda Mariel's favorite places in the continental U.S. are Harper's Ferry West Virginia and Sea Brook New Hampshire. She loves the history that surrounds them and visits every chance she gets.

Amanda Mariel lives along the Lake Huron shore line in northern Michigan with her husband and two kids. She holds a Master of Liberal Arts Degree with a concentration in literature and has a long standing love affair with sugary junk food.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Your Day 3 Scavenger Hunt Clues

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Day 3 Clues

With bubbles and candles, it helps you relax
For Becca it's suggest the pond out back

It's green or it's sweet and sometimes it's iced,
Mixed in with Granny's potion for power ups all night

By luck or by chance you win this big game
Pick your six numbers , hope the state picks the same

Not one, not two, not three, not five
The number of wheels on this ATV ride

For camping this cushion is good for sleep
blow it or pump, watch out for leaks

Not ducks and not swans these fine feathered friends
get all of the credit for nights that don't end

This milestone birthday we celebrate one time
Before we are forty and after twenty nine

His brother plays this sport with no net
Not football or hockey, Hey, Pete. Don't bet.

Grandma bought this beauty on a whim
it gets her town with white vinyl trim

Inside its pages, fiction and rhyme
all kinds of tales, even the fairy kind.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Franny Armstrong! On my Blog! Today!

First, I have been so lucky in the writing world so far... I've read some wonderful books, met some great people and have been lucky enough to make new friends. And today I am happy to hosy Franny Armstrong blogging about her book ... and showing the beautiful cover...

Blog 9 by Franny Armstrong
Franny Armstrong
Would you make love to a computer?
People today meet partners online, some of them going so far as to find their true loves, but there can also be danger when that happens. Imagine you have an online lover who lives many miles away. Now, he talks you into cheating on your husband. Is it your fault or his when you give in. The internet isn't always a safe bet. Sometimes even putting an ad on a website to sell your spare bicycle can lead to more than you'd hoped.
While writing The Web Cleanser, I thought about the consequences of online relationships, and fell into the vortex of a story where love can be deadly. You're cyber lover might not live as far away as he/she says. Stalkers can find their victims on the web easily, getting more information about you than you know. It's better for you to only put the minimal personal information in your profile. Danger abounds in the world you can't see.
My characters find out the true meaning of deceit when a killer lures them to their deaths. It's up to two tough cops to find him. Ryland Sanders chooses to be the bait, while her partner, Kane Nanuq tries to protect her from herself, and the killer. Imagine yourself in a similar situation, and perhaps caution will help keep you safe.

Ryland Sanders is a feisty, no-nonsense cop who protects her heart with her smart mouth. She has no friends, and every partner she's ever had gave up on her long ago. When paired with a new cop, Ry pulls out all stops to get rid of him, but he's not one to run.
Kane Nanuq is from the Northwest Territories on Baffin Island. He's tracking a serial killer who murdered his wife and children. When he meets Ry, his carefully planned revenge is altered. She wants to become bait, but Kane wants to protect her. She cracks open his carefully guarded heart, even as she loses hers.
The duo work together to capture the killer, but neither of them realize they've lost their hearts to each other until it's too late...
Normally, Ry wouldn't give a care in the world about people talking behind her back, but for some reason the gossip cut her deeply. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she saw a bewildered, angry woman, who had no friends, no family, and no one to talk to. For the first time since her teens, tears pricked her eyes. Shocked, she watched in the mirror as they glistened for a moment. Anger finally took over as it usually did when she became vulnerable. Lifting her chin, and throwing her shoulders back, she swiped at the offending tears, finally able to achieve the control she'd been missing all morning.
Nobody—and she meant nobody—could hurt her! Not ever! She gave her reflection a quick nod, squared her shoulders even more, and opened the door with a bang, making her way back to her office at normal speed. This time though, she took a moment to give the cops in the main room her best 'Go ahead, I dare ya', expression. Not a soul would raise their eyes to meet hers. With a sniff of distain, she opened her office door and entered her haven…at least, it had been a haven until her current resident showed up.
Ignoring Kane, she sat back down, and noticed that her computer ran smoothly. About to snarl at him, she found that he'd set a hot cup of coffee down in front of her. Now how could you get mad at a guy, when he'd given you the only saving grace of the whole morning? Deciding it best to keep her mouth shut, she opened up a few files, doing her best to ignore the aromatic brew. It took all of a minute before she gave in, and grabbed the cup. When it sloshed on her pants, she squeezed her eyes shut, and waited for the pain to go away.
Kane took the cup out of her hand, and used his clean hanky to dab at the large stain on her thigh.
Releasing a loud 'whoop', she nearly came out of her chair at his touch, but for his hand on her shoulder holding her down.
"Sit still," he said in a low murmur, continuing his ministrations.
In a million years, she wouldn't ever admit to him or anyone else, let alone herself, that his touch made her belly flutter with a swarm of butterflies. Keeping her eyes on her computer screen, she did her best to appear unaffected.
For a few seconds, he tapped the keys on her keyboard. "There," he said quietly, then returned to his desk.
Angry that she'd found an interest in him, she snapped, "I'm not going to thank you…for anything."
He smirked, saying clearly, "I don't expect you to."

Author of Romantic Suspense and Paranormal Romance, I love a good tale. A full time author, I have plenty of time to work on my projects. I write, promote, and daydream about my stories all day long, fitting in my chores and family in my 'spare' time. Writing has been a healing experience for me. Having Bipolar II disorder, I go through hoops to remain focused, but I love to write and it takes me away from dealing with illness. I've come a long way into good health because of my stories. After all, my characters can do anything! There's no reason I can't.
Franny Armstrong

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