May I introduce: @ElaineCantrell "Rest Thy Head"

Rest Thy Head
by Elaine Cantrell

Book Blurb
Running away from a fiancé who betrayed her, Peyton O'Malley finds employment at a beautiful mountain inn called Rest Thy Head. She didn't expect to live in the haunted room or to fall for the inn's owner, a fire-scarred war veteran who uses the inn to hide away from the world. She didn't expect her sister to show up at Rest Thy Head wither, much less her formidable mother.
Now, thanks to the aid of a friendly ghost, Peyton has a shot at true love, and so does her sister Ashley, provided the guys cooperate of course!
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Elaine Cantrell's Biography
Elaine Cantrell was born and raised in South Carolina.  She holds a master's degree in personnel services from Clemson University.  She is a member of Alpha Delta Kappa, an international honorary society for women educators and is also a member of Romance Writers of America.  Her first novel, A New Leaf, was the 2003 winner of the Timeless Love Contest.  When she isn't writing or teaching, she enjoys reading, traveling, and collecting vintage Christmas ornaments
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First meeting between Peyton and Jake
Running a brush through her hair, she grabbed her sunglasses and made her way to the stables. Rest Thy Head looked as spectacular in the sunshine as it did in the moonlight. She made a mental note to explore the gardens she'd spotted behind the inn. Bet they looked as wonderful as the rest of the place.
She entered the barn, a big white structure with a center aisle and stalls on either side. Just inside the door she saw a dark‑haired man dressed in jeans and a long‑sleeved, plaid shirt brushing a pretty chestnut mare.
"Hi," she called.
The man half turned toward her; wow, he had blue eyes to die for. The blue was so intense that it reminded her of a blue diamond she'd seen at the jewelry store. Oh, and look at those shoulders. If there was one thing she loved, it was a pair of nice shoulders. Yummy. He was just yummy. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice abrupt and snappy.
"I'm Peyton O'Malley. I'm supposed to meet Patrick for a ride."
"He isn't here yet. You can sit on the bench under that tree outside and wait for him there."
Instead of leaving the barn, Peyton stepped toward the man. "What a beautiful ... horse."
The man quickly averted his face, but Peyton had seen the dreadful red scars that covered the entire left side of his face. They looked like burns. "I told you to wait outside," he growled, scowling at her with the good side of his face. "Get moving."

Life's busy when you're having fun - #bookcontract #NewZealand #travel #Bookanniversary #giveaway

G'day from this end of the world.

Oh wow, it's been a whirlwind of a few weeks for me. Life is truly blessing me with some wonderful stars at the moment.

I've just returned from New Zealand after travelling around the south island for two weeks ... yes, in a motorhome again. It was absolutely amazing. It's a beautiful country and the people are too. Very kind and helpful.

I believe the biggest news, though, is that I signed another contract with Limitless Publishing for my Fermosa Bay Trilogy. I'm looking forward to working with the team and bringing you the stories soon. It's all about Connor, Ethan, and Niall. If, by any chance, you've read some of my Tuesday Tales, you will be familiar with the boys and the Fermosa community.

But I also have a "Book-aversary". It's been a year since "Love Will Find You" was released. How exiting. It's received some wonderful reviews and feedback and I hope you will add it to your TBR list on Goodreads as well. I'd appreciate it.

On the top of my list, though, are the edits for "Little Beginnings" which will be released soon. I wrote the story for a friend of mine and I hope you'll like the story just as much as I did writing it.

And all that deserves a giveaway, right?

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Cover Reveal: @ColleenSMyers "Must Remember"

Book Blurb:
Nineteen-year-old Elizabeth 'Beta' Camden is a survivor.

When the E'mani—those pale alien freaks—destroy Earth with a plague of madness and scoop up the remains, Beta is one of the 'lucky' ones. For years, she endures their tortures, experiments and games. Then one day, she manages to escape their ship with her life, and no memory of her time with them.

Stranded on their world, Beta wanders the mountains, looking for a way home. She stumbles onto the Fost—the E'mani's ancient enemy.  Their war with the E'mani is old and rooted in magic that the Fost once had and the E'mani crave. Magic Beta soon discovers she's developing along with strange tattoos and disturbing glimpses of her past. The Fost take her in and train her in their ways. As she spends more time with them, she falls in love with their culture and with Marin—he of the hot hands and slit eyes.

But the E'mani took her for a reason and they want her back—dead or alive. If Beta doesn't remember that reason soon, they're all going to die.

Colleen plays many roles. Not only is she a veteran, a mother, and a practicing physician, but she is a writer of science fiction and contemporary romances. Colleen's dreams include surviving her son's teenage years, exploring every continent on this planet, except Antartica, cause that's way too cold, and winning the Nobel peace prize. Dream BIG! Currently she is getting ready to publish her first novel, MUST REMEMBER in November of this year (cover reveal soon.)  Until then look for her at Three Rivers Romance Writers, at Facebook  Colleen Myers, and at @ColleenSMyers.



Oy. No more weekday frat parties for me, no matter how noble the cause, especially when I have a test the next day. What was I thinking? And last minute cramming with a headache was not a
good idea either. Forget it. My eyes drifted to the clock.

And now I was late. Damn it. With a sigh, I threw down my pencil and scrambled up, my head throbbing. I traded my Eeyore jammies for skinny jeans and a fitted white t-shirt. Shoes, where
were my shoes? Gah. I ducked and rooted around in the deep, dark spaces under my bed. Hmm, the green dress I borrowed from Sarah. Mental note: I need to return that. English book, various dust bunnies of uncertain lineage…there.

Sketchers on, I grabbed my backpack, turned up my iPod, and ran out the door. No time to primp.

Good thing the campus I lived on was small. There was a big central courtyard—the quad—filled with towering oak trees and wide-open spaces surrounded by squat school buildings and
classrooms. If I hurried, I'd make it…

I raced into the quad out of breath and slowed, turning in a
complete circle.


No one around. Unease skittered through me on soft paws.
The courtyard was always busy. I pulled my headphones out of my ears. Was there some sort of event I didn't know about going on? The unnatural silence pressed in on me for a second as the echoes of my steps faded.

Then screams—men's and women's—poured from Main
Street. I broke into a run and shot between the buildings toward the sound.

Cars littered the intersection. Some guy rear-ended someone else, causing a chain reaction down the road. A horn blared nearby and a faint breeze blew the smell of gasoline, smoke, and copper my way. Clusters of people stood among the wreckage.



#MusicMonday: Rick Astley "Never gonna give you up"

May I introduce: @MAStacie "Igniting Ash"

✦✦✦ IGNITING ASH by M.A. Stacie ✦✦✦

After a terrible start in life, Asher Harris picks himself up and manages to carve out a fairly decent future. Content with living alone in his bookshop, he shies away from relationships and keeps trust to a minimum. 

Emma Carnes hasn’t seen Asher in years, though she’s never forgotten him. Their one interaction as teenagers became pivotal to them both. It gave her a career.

It saved his life.

Emma saw things about Asher that nobody else did. When she urged him to escape a perilous situation, it turned her toward her purpose in life…and saved Asher. Intrigued by the strong man he’s become, she gently persuades him to open up, but finds his emotional walls hard to climb. She also hopes for his help with a troubled teen, Gabe Dearing, who reminds her very much of Asher himself.

Their relationship and ties to Gabe threaten to reveal things someone wants to keep hidden…

Someone is watching Emma, trying to figure out what she knows, and she soon senses something isn’t right. When the bookshop is vandalized and Gabe disappears, only to return bloody, broken, and refusing to say what happened, Asher and Emma search for the truth as their passion intensifies.

The danger mounts, and Emma and Ash struggle to keep what they’ve fought so hard to gain. 
But can he save Emma as she saved him so long ago? 
Or will a dark and violent history repeat itself and destroy them all?

✦✧✦ ONE-CLICK ✦✧✦


A. Stacie is never without a book or her eReader. A voracious reader, with a love of sexy, yet angst ridden novels, she adores getting lost in new worlds. Her need to write did not grip her until after her second son was born, when her previous rambles became fully fledged stories.

She describes herself as one huge contradiction, and though not the most conventional of hobbies, she counts getting new tattoos as one of hers. Running keeps her sane, along with knitting and listening to loud music.

M. A. Stacie lives in the UK with her husband and three sons.


She squealed when he grasped her waist and picked her up. His actions came as a shock, his strength too. Her protest hovered on the tip of her tongue, though she never actually said anything. His serious expression and determined strides were enough to keep her mouth closed.
Until he crushed his lips to hers. At that point she knew where it was heading, understood what he meant when he’d shouted. He was sick of holding back. Asher was taking what he wanted and ignoring any possible consequences.
Emma clung to him, their kisses growing deeper and more forceful as he carried her to his bedroom. She kept hold of him as he sat on the edge of his bed, moving her so that she straddled his lap. They’d been here before, only this time the air was electrified, sparks bursting from their touches. He wasn’t going to deny them this time. She could sense from his heated kisses and desperate touches that he was all in.
She blinked, her head spinning when he grabbed her loose T-shirt and pulled it over her head.
He tossed it, not caring to look where it landed. Asher drank her in, his chocolate eyes melting as they perused her chest.
A fire ignited low in her belly, her blood burning through her veins. She’d experienced lust before, however this with Asher was laced with something else. Something deeper.
Slowly, too slowly, he stroked a single finger over the swell of her breast. Her nipples tightened as she silently begged for him to cup them. Her will was enough, because those amazing fingers dipped under the lace of her bra before palming her breast. His eyes never left hers. His touch grew firmer, more demanding. “More,” she whispered. “Asher, more.”
He kissed her long and hard. At the same time she began unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers fumbling so much Asher ended up finishing the job for her. He didn’t stop with his shirt. After rolling her onto his bed, he stood and shucked off his jeans, sliding them down his legs before kicking them across the room. “No more barriers,” he rasped and pulled his underwear off too. His scars were exposed to her, the skin pink and puckered near his navel. There really were no barriers.
Still expecting him to back out, Emma held a bit of herself back. The rejection would sting a little less if she did. However, that became difficult when he hovered over her, pressing his body against hers. His eyes were hooded, and she could feel the heavy thump of his heart when she touched his chest. Hers was as rapid, the thrill of possibility surging in every cell. The connection with Asher was strong, very strong, and much more consuming than anything she’d ever felt before.