Saturday, February 27, 2016

#authorexchange Tina Gayle

Author Tina Gayle grew up not knowing what she wanted to be as an adult. Then someone asked her about my dream job, her answer, "I wanted to be a pretender."

So the job of writing books is the perfect job for her. She has a vivid imagination and enjoys creating new characters and heartbreaking situations that her readers can sympathize with as they root for the couple's love to blossom.

Before setting down with her computer, she worked in the corporate world as both an accountant and a programmer. Once her kids were born, she decided to give her dream of being a writer a try and loves to incorporate the heartaches, headaches and fun of being a mother and a woman into my books. 

When not writing, she enjoys spending time with my family and traveling around the country. She hasn't hit every state, but she hopes to someday. You might also catch her on the golf course with her husband of 30 years. 

If you'd like to connect, send an email to She loves to hear from her readers. What elements you liked and what you didn't care for in the story. 

Also, you can read the first chapter of any of her books by visiting her website or download an exclusive story "My Future Step Brother" and join her special friend's list. All on her website

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Blurb for IT Exec’s Baby

Brie Sullivan has a new baby girl and there are a million things to do, but Brie doesn’t have the energy to keep up. Why? She’s still grieving for her husband and suffering from baby blues, but she won’t let that stop her. She’s come up with the answer--find a new husband to be the father of her kids.
Jason Clark has been doing everything he can to help Brie. He loves her but can he accept her proposal of marriage knowing she’s not thinking clearly about the future?

Comments from Reviews for IT Exec’s Baby (2nd book of the Executive Wives Club series)

“IT Exec’s Baby is almost a love story in reverse. The marriage comes first, then the sex, and finally the love - at least from Brie's point of view. It is tender and poignant at times, and full of strong descriptive passages.”

“What I love about series books. Every book gives you more about the characters that you've fallen in love with during the first book.”

“IT Exec’s Baby is a riveting story of a woman with numerous problems.”

Jason settled into the rocker. A slight whimper escaped from the baby, he quickly fed the bottle back into her daughter's mouth.
“Yes, but at least I don’t have to pick them up. I'm in a carpool with another mother down the street.” Brie fluffed her pillow and crawled into bed. The soft cushion of the mattress cupping her body, she melted against the sheets. Peace teased her mind at the luxury of not having to jump up again in two seconds.
“So you've been able to get some rest during the day?”
“No, that's when I try to get everything else done.” Brie reviewed the chores she hadn't accomplished today. Laundry—half done. Dishwasher—still not unloaded. Formula—damn she only had two bottles left.
“Why? What can't wait?” Jason’s question made it sound like she didn't have two other children to take care of.
“Well, there are meals to fix, which reminds me, I have to make a run to the grocery store tomorrow.” She quickly glanced at the night stand to see if there was any paper available. She better make a list.
“Don’t worry about it now. Just try to get some sleep.” The soothing tone of his voice lulling her senses, she closed her eyes.
Visions of Eric floated through her thoughts...him getting up at night, bringing the baby back to her, his help in the evening with the chores, his steady presence when she was too exhausted to go on. “I need a second set of hands.”
An idea popped into her head. The perfect solution. She just needed to get married.
Forcing her eyes open, she rolled to her side and stared at the man holding her daughter. He wasn’t married and didn't mind her kids. If they could join forces, all would be good.
Excited by the possibility, she sat, the covers falling to her waist. “That's it. I need a husband.” Lifting her voice, she stared into a pair of sexy brown eyes. “Jason, will you marry me?”

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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Working Out

I’m a girly-girl. I have an obsession with heels---the higher the better. However, I have a down and dirty side that begs to be released Oh, you dirty-minded readers. Not that kind of down and dirty. Well, maybe. Uh, er…anyway.

I met my husband in college. He was a middle linebacker and I was a love-sick nineteen year old checking out his buns of steel and massive biceps. And other things as well. He’s always been athletic and active in the gym. Me, I’m an active watcher of those in the gym.

Was. Was an active watcher. Six years ago, my fit, self-disciplined husband made me—yes, MADE me—start getting up at 4:30 a.m. to do p90x workouts. One hour every morning of burn.

And the crazy thing was, I actually enjoyed working out. The early morning wake-up calls, not so much. But once I got in the habit of exercising I didn’t mind it so much. Eventually I moved my workouts to the afternoon, after nine hours at the day job and picking up our three kids from school/day care. Challenging, but can be done.

A few years ago I was introduced to the Tough Mudder. A twelve-mile course up a mountain and twenty obstacles designed by the British Special Forces. Uh, seriously? Crawling under barbed wire, jumping over fire, scaling twenty-foot walls while covered in mud and running through dangling vines of live wire? Oh. My. God. It was brutal, painful and so much fun. And I tortured myself by doing the Touch Mudder again the following year. And did I mention, I’m NOT a runner?

This started my obsession with muddy obstacle runs. I’ve done the Rugged Maniac, The Dirty Dash, and other local Mud Runs. Most are 5Ks and not as death defying. Running with friends, helping each other through obstacles, having a little dirty fun and burning calories. The best workout ever.

During cooler months I do Yoga, Pilates, Zumba, and still enjoy mixing it up with p90x or T-25 (short workouts!).

In fact, Sweet on You, my newest release, was inspired while taking Zumba classes a few years ago. A fitness instructor who had overcome weight issues and a tempting baker who attempts to seduce her with sweets. Rayne and Trent are fitness fanatics and enjoy rock climbing, canoeing, running, hiking and other adventures (in and out of the bedroom) together.

There are so many fun ways to workout. I’m always looking for new exercise inspirations. How do you like to burn calories? ;-)

Blurb for Sweet on You:

An extravagant cake design brings small town baker Trent Kipson to fame…

After gaining social media exposure of his culinary art, Trent’s cake design goes viral. Soon he’s contacted by the Cooking Network to host a new show in California. It’s the opportunity of a lifetime for the owner of a modest shop in Portland, Maine, and the financial freedom the network offers could be the answer to all of his monetary problems.

Fitness instructor Rayne Wilde wants the life every small-town girl dreams of…

Rayne wishes for a future full of romance and the pitter-patter of little feet. She wants it all, including a white picket fence and a dog named Spot—which is exactly why she refuses to sleep with Trent, the sexy man who attends her Zumba classes. After a series of dead-end relationships, this time she really is in love. Trent is special, and the fear of letting him slip through her fingers keeps her advances at bay.

Life is waiting—all it takes is a leap of faith...

As their friendship grows and skeletons creep out of their closets, their relationship is put to the test. Stakes get higher, and the spark between them burns hotter than ever before.

Can they handle the heat when life-changing secrets are exposed, or will the fear of being burned send them on two different paths?


Marianne Rice writes contemporary romances set in small New England towns. When she’s not writing, Marianne spends her time buying shoes, eating chocolate, chauffeuring her herd of children to their varying sporting events, and when there’s time, relaxing with fancy drinks and romance books. You can find her on Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and on her website at

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Monday, February 22, 2016


I love yoga. Yoga is my chocolate. Well, sort of. Chocolate IS my chocolate, but yoga blisses me out just as fabulously.
Yoga is not something you learn overnight. It takes a while – as a matter of fact – years to learn.
I don't mean the pose. Anybody can do an adequate down dog after just a few weeks. It's what's going on in the head that takes years to learn.
I do Yin and Hatha. Every Yin needs a Yan and that's why I take Hatha. Yin is stillness. Hatha is motion.
I love Yin. Let me repeat – I LOVE YIN!!!!
Yin is a slower form. But that doesn't mean it's easy. The poses are held for up to five minutes. Settling one's body and mind takes practise. I've watched numerous people come to class, shift and fidget then leave disgusted that they didn't move or get any sort of workout. I want to shout at them – just because you didn't break a sweat doesn’t mean you didn't challenge your body. Take the time and savour the class. It will bring you bliss.
The poses are designed to put moderate stress on the connective tissues of the body (tendons, fascia and ligaments), aiding with circulation in the joints and improved flexibility. I can attest to having a damage knee re-stretched in Yin class. For the first few months, in saddle pose, my teacher said I looked like I was in agony. (Not exactly, but close). But over time, the tight connective tissue stretched and eased, making my knee joint less painful. I'm not claiming it cured my knee. The joint is still damaged, but it's less painful and easier to move – therefore improving my quality of life.
Then there's the meditative aspect of the class which leads to an inner silence. For the first year, holding a Yin pose for five minutes, my brain went over my day, planned out groceries or plotted the next chapter. After all, I had nothing else to do while I was "just lying there".
Now, I settle into a pose and my mind goes quiet. No thoughts. No craziness. Just - Peace. Calmness. Sublime tranquility.
How has this helped my writing? It gets me up off my butt and out to class. I interact with real people, not just my characters. And that alone is a good thing. My body now moves more easily. I feel refreshed and energized and when it is time to sit down and write, I can clear my mind and focus on what needs to get done.

My excerpt is from my WIP – From Rockstar to Queen and Back
Scene set - Erika and Apollo having a yoga session.
©DarylDevore 2016
Erika walked over to a small closet, opened the doors and pulled out two yoga mats. "Green or purple?"
Apollo shrugged and held out his hand.
"Purple's my favorite color. I had a purple bedroom when I was twelve." She handed him the green yoga mat then unrolled hers. "Shall I lead?"
"You're the Boss Lady." He settled on his mat next to hers.
After switching the music to a New Age music folder, the pounding beat of the rock 'n roll morphed into a mellow tune with the sound of flowing water. Erik sat, crossed her legs and rested her wrists on her knees. "Close your eyes and settle in to your breathing. Feel the air filling your lungs. Providing life giving oxygen. Wow." She chuckled. "I sound like my yoga teacher."
"Trying to meditate here. Your chatter's killin' my Zen." His tone was mildly sarcastic.
She stifled a snicker. "Sorry." Then focused on her breathing. With each breath, her racing pulse slowed. Her ears caught the soft sound of his rhythmical breathing. She shifted her head a fraction and peeled open her eye. His eyes were closed and his countenance relaxed.
She opened the other eye and cast an appreciative glance. His shaggy, light blond hair, the color of a macadamia nut, was damp at the ends. A few strands glued themselves to his neck. His profile was chiseled, not a spare amount of flesh anywhere; firm brow, sculpted nose, full lips. The line from his well-rounded chin to his chest was regal and proud. His muscled shoulders and firm biceps hid the strength she knew was there. Several times in their sparring match, he had bested her with ease. Even more times, she'd had to snap her focus back to the moment and away from a sexual wish.
She squirmed on the mat, fighting off the urge to lean closer and run her tongue along the curve of his chest, pausing to flick a few licks across his nipple. The washboard route from chest to the waistband of his shorts was a fantasy waiting to be explored.
"Are you staring at me?"
Erik snapped her face back to the front and closed her eyes. "Why would you ask that?"
"The denial of answering a question usually means caught in the act."
She pushed up to standing. "Let's move on to Namaskar."
"Pardon?" He opened his eyes and stood.
"Sun Salutation. You do know it, right?"
He nodded. "Just don't know the Sanskrit names?"
Erik lead the class, choosing the Asanas, yoga moves, she liked best or put Apollo in a position she could appreciate. Downward-Facing Dog being her favorite. His weight on hands and feet, legs straight and that ass of his stuck up in the air. The thought of it made her shiver.

Blurb –

Erika Bailey wants a quiet night at her drag queen club; paying customers, fabulous divas, and no fights.

Darien Scott just wants to party; have a few laughs. He didn't want bullets, bloodshed and dying screams.

To save Darien's life his brother asks, "Can you walk in high heels?" 

Daryl Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe across the back acres and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flew high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.

Published Works
A Kept Woman – Amazon
A Kept Woman – Italian version
A Kept Woman – Amazon - Portuguese
Sexy Red Hood - Amazon
Black Dorn - Amazon
Capri's Fate - Amazon
Braced for Impact (Crashing into Love box set) - AMAZON US

Where to find Daryl Devore
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Saturday, February 20, 2016


I'm a belly dancer. No, I'm not a stripper. No, they didn't start off as harem girls seducing the sultan. Think about it - the sultans didn't NEED seducing.
There are two main avenues of belly dance – Traditional and American Tribal. Both of these paths have different branches, but I'm traditional.
Several years ago, my first belly dance teacher visited Egypt. She sat at the base of the Great Pyramid and had a life changing experience. She studied and trained and eventually began teaching – which is where I come in.
The saying is time marches forward – My teacher moved 300 miles away.
But – I switched to training with my teacher's teacher. Every Monday, I drive an hour north for class. Other than because of the worst weather a Canadian winter can throw at us, I never miss class.
Do you needed to be a skilled dancer to take belly dance? No.
Do you need to be young? No. One class had a 74 yr old grandmother.
Do you need to be thin? No. My original teacher was plus size and she was one of the most beautiful dancers I've known.
There are no full splits or sky high leaps. It's the tiny movements that are the complex ones. As a beginner you learn a simple move, then you add another move on top and then another. It's called layering. You learn to walk. Then you learn to shimmy. Then you add your shimmy to your walk. Then add a chest lift. Next thing you know, you've got five different thing going on while still moving with the music. And --- you're loving every minute of it.
Another fabulous thing about belly dancing is called ShimmyMob. It's a fund raising event in support of Women's Shelters. It's a worldwide event that's held in May. There are currently 156 countries registered this year.

Even if you've never belly danced – you can join ShimmyMob.

Belly dance and writing. I used a belly dancer in a short story I wrote for an anthology. Christmas Knight in the Exquisite Christmas collection.
Doing any sort of movement is good for a writer. We sit and sit and sit. Getting up and moving is good for the body, the circulation and the creativity. Time away from the computer lets the brain have down time, so you and your brain can get back to work refreshed. And what better to way to get refreshed is by shimmying your butt off.

Red Tulip excerpt
"When was the last time you were offered the gift of a red tulip?"
I turned to see who spoke while I wondered if he was addressing me. A man sat on a park bench, dressed in a dark suit, with a bowler hat, holding a cane and his head bowed. I shifted to continue along the path when his face lifted and I found myself gaping at two glowing green eyes.
"When was the last time you were offered the gift of a red tulip?"
I blinked, trying to look away from those mesmerising orbs. "Uh, never. I mean, no one has ever offered me a tulip."
"A red tulip."
"Okay, no one has ever offered me a red tulip." Uneasiness slithered through me. "Nice chatting with you."

Smiling, I scurried down the path leading away from the park bench and towards the gardener's shed. With Jacobs being sick today, I had to hurry to get the last of the flower beds cleaned and prepared for spring plantings. The past winter had been bitter. It seemed tree branches and mouse damage wreaked havoc on every one of the one hundred and sixteen different flowerbeds.
I slipped my key into the lock, opened the shed door, stepped inside and shut it behind me. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself a moment to indulge in the beauty of his eyes. Emerald green. As brilliant as the gems locked among the diamonds at Tiffany's. Not that I shop there. Couldn't possibly afford anything on a junior gardener's salary, but I do fantasize when wandering the aisles.
What would it be like to be with a man like that? For those few moments in his presence, I was unable to think. My breath caught in my lungs. My palms were slick with beads of sweat. I shook my head, opened my eyes, and tugged the ever-present hair tie off my wrist. "Get over yourself, Darcy. A man like that wants a super model who can slink around on eight-inch heels. Not someone who digs in the dirt all day."

Blurb - Darcy O'Calahann, a junior gardener from a small mid-western town, is trying to make her way in the big city.
Shamus McTavis is a wealthy bachelor with a mysterious family past.
Are Darcy's eyes playing tricks on her? Is she losing her mind? Or is there really a Red Tulip tying her and Shamus together?

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I'm Victoria Adams. I live in Ontario, Canada with my husband and pets. Daughter's grown up and is now teaching. I like to garden, cook and study Raqs Sharqi (Egyptian belly dance). In the summer, cars slow down when they pass my front yard and the passengers gaze at my flower beds. Friends love to be invited over for supper as the meal is going to be good, good for you and nowhere near low-calorie! No dieting allowed at dinner parties. As to belly dancing, find a class and try it. It's a blast!
I've been writing since I was little. Being an only child, long car rides were filled with making up stories in my head about the people I saw out the car window. Now, my writing style has taken a split to contemporary romance for adults and contemporary romance for new adults.

Circles Trilogy is my first series.

Dancing in Circles

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Thursday, February 18, 2016

Writing and #Running: Lessons Learned from Jogging

Kris Bock

In March of 2011 I started jogging. Despite the occasional illness, injury, and ‘I don’t wanna,’ I’m still getting out regularly. On one long and rather tedious solo run, I started making connections between jogging and writing and life.

Get Some Running Buddies

It helps to have inspiration. I started jogging with a Couch to 5K group that met twice a week. Having the regular schedule kept us on track. Several of us continued running together after the program ended. I wouldn’t get out there as often if people weren’t waiting for me. I’d be tempted to stop early, if I didn’t have the encouragement of the group. Hey, peer pressure is powerful!

For writers, it’s important to find the right peer group for your needs. For many, this is a critique group. Other writers share goals and deadlines, checking in with a friend daily or weekly to report progress. Even a non-writing friend can help hold you accountable. Finally, social groups can provide camaraderie and networking.

Keep Moving

A slow pace may get you there, but if you have a long way to go, you might as well do it running. A marathon will take a lot longer at a stroll than at a jog, even a slow jog. Run when you can, walk when you need a rest, but keep moving. That’s the only way to reach the end.

Take the time you need to learn and practice your writing craft. Do as many drafts as you need to polish your novel. Don’t rush, but do keep working. Write a page a day, and you’ll have a complete draft in a year. It may not be perfect, but it will be more than what you started with.

Practice Makes Perfect, or At Least Lessens the Pain

If you’re training, you need to get out regularly. Running once a month will just leave you sore and frustrated each time, and you won’t see any progress in your fitness.

It’s the same with writing. Establishing habits and sticking to them will keep your mind fit. Writing several times a week will hone your skills and make it easier to get started next time.

Push Yourself Sometimes

With enough practice, you should get better. When I started jogging, it was a struggle to go for 10 minutes without a break. Six months later, I could make it through 45 minutes without stopping.

And then I plateaued. Jogging had become comfortable, if not easy. Why cause more pain by trying to go farther or faster?

Because that’s the only way to get better. And most likely, it’s the only way to stay interested. Fortunately, one of my jogging partners is great about coming up with new workouts. We add in some sprints one day, do hills another day. We choose different routes on different terrains. Variety keeps it interesting, which makes it easier to work hard.

With my writing, I find that I get bored if I become too comfortable with something. After publishing a dozen middle grade novels for children as Chris Eboch, I wanted a change. I tried writing romantic suspense for adults, using the name Kris Bock. This brought new challenges – writing books two or three times as long as what I was used to, exploring romantic subplots, delving deeper into character. I didn’t always get things right the first time, but I became a better writer – and I renewed my interest in writing.

Are you a writer who runs? Join us for the Writers Who Run retreat August 3-7, 2016, in Fontana Dam, North Carolina.

Kris Bock writes novels of suspense and romance involving outdoor adventures and Southwestern landscapes. In Counterfeits, stolen Rembrandt paintings bring danger to a small New Mexico town. Whispers in the Dark features archaeology and intrigue among ancient Southwest ruins. What We Found is a mystery with strong romantic elements about a young woman who finds a murder victim in the woods. The Mad Monk’s Treasure follows the hunt for a long-lost treasure in the New Mexico desert. In The Dead Man’s Treasure, estranged relatives compete to reach a buried treasure by following a series of complex clues.

Fans of Mary Stewart, Victoria Holt, Barbara Michaels, and Terry Odell should try Kris Bock. Read excerpts at or visit her Amazon page. Sign up for Kris Bock newsletter for announcements of new books, sales, and more.

The Mad Monk’s Treasure ebook is 99 cents at Amazon and FREE at Nook, ARE, Smashwords, Kobo and Apple/iTunes.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

#Authorexchange: Michelle Abbott

Author Michelle Abbott writes new adult romance. She currently has four books published.

Two injured, stubborn souls meet unexpectedly. Will they save each other from their demons or have they been too damaged for too long to see past the pain?

Growing up, all Jem knew was hatred and the pain from his father's fists. Taunted by the kids at school, he was alone, until a girl with carrot coloured hair sat next to him.

She smiled.
She listened.
She cared.

She was his angel, and he knew he’d love her forever. But Jem’s father hurts him in a way he never expected by taking him away from her.

Now eighteen, scarred inside and out, Jem trusts no one and has worked hard to ensure he'll never be helpless again. But then he runs into his angel. The only problem is she doesn’t recognize him. Jem needs her to remember him, to show him that their time together meant to her what it did to him. For once in his life he wants to have mattered to someone, to her.

Devon is attracted to the muscular, tattooed, pierced hottie standing by the pub quiz machine. That is, until he punches a guy clean across the bar for daring to touch him. She’s had her fill of violent men and intends to avoid this one at all costs.
Eggcerpt from JEM
I pull back the duvet and try to make as few movements as possible as I crawl in beside her and let the warmth from her body and the duvet envelop me. Her red hair is splayed across my pillow. I reach out and stroke my fingers through the silken strands. My pillowcase isn’t getting washed again. It can smell of her forever so that whenever I lay my head on it, I can pretend she’s with me. Maybe it will be okay to move a little closer. I’m right on the edge of the mattress. If I fall out of bed I’ll wake her. I scoot closer to her, close my eyes and inhale. She smells of roses. Maybe I should get her some flowers. I picture myself holding a bunch of red roses and chuckle to myself. Nah, I’m not the suave type. Maybe I’ll get a rose tattoo to remind me of her scent.
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Interview with Jem
1.  Job?
I work at an amusement arcade, fixing the machines when they go wrong, handing out change and that kind of thing. It pays my bills, it’s local and the hours suit me.

2. Currently residing in...?
Hemsby in Norfolk. I’ve got a trailer right by the sea. There’s nothing like walking along the beach every morning. It keeps me calm.

3. Level of schooling, or self-taught?
I had to quit school when I was small because my asshole of a father moved us all at the last minute after someone reported him to social services for child cruelty. He never enrolled me in another school. I taught myself all I need to know.

4. Favorite food?
Don’t have one. I eat to live, I don’t live to eat.

5. Most important goal?
To get Devon to remember me and love me again. To take care of her and show her that I never forgot her and never stopped loving her.

Michelle Abbott lives in the UK and hates describing herself in 3rd person.

She  loves to write new adult romance about heroes who begin as the underdog and are protective of their girl.

She's an avid reader of romance, is addicted to coffee and loves wine and chocolate, so yeah, not the most healthy eating and drinking habits :-) She spends way too much time online when she should be writing. She collects teddy bears and occasionally knits a couple of rows on a sweater she started years ago, which she may eventually finish in time to wear for her funeral :-)

Monday, February 15, 2016


FREE for a limited time only!

(Book 1 in the bestselling Land’s End Time Travel trilogy)
“Outlander meets Sex and the City” Vine Review
“Hot and Hilarious!”  Midwest Book Review
“A cross between Diana Gabaldon and Janet Evanovich”
“Is that a broadsword on your belt, or are you just glad to see me?”
When Rowena falls through her classroom wall into a medieval world, she doesn't count on being kidnapped - not once, but twice, dammit. Unwanted husbands keep piling up; not only that, she has eighteen year old Kendra to look out for and a war to prevent.
Good thing she can go back through the wall when she needs to...or can she?

About the Author:
The Toronto Sun called her Canada’s “Queen of Comedy.”  Library Journal compared her to Janet Evanovich. Melodie Campbell has over 40 short story publications, 9 novels and 10 awards.  Rowena Through the Wall was an Amazon Top 100 Bestseller, putting her ahead of both Nora Roberts and Diana Gabaldon for a magical time.
The entire Land’s End Trilogy was a top 50 Amazon bestseller in January 2015!  You can read more of Rowena’s adventures in Rowena and the Dark Lord, and Rowena and the Viking Warlord.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

When Black Women Fall in Love

by Ines Johnson

Heartspell Media would like to welcome you to When Black Women Fall, a week long promotional tour of romance novels featuring African American heroines in the contemporary, historical, paranormal, new adult, and erotica genres.

Romance novels are increasingly featuring heroes and heroines of color, from Courtney Milan’s Brothers Sinister series to Nalini Singh’s Guild Hunter series. As society and its citizens increase in diversity so does the market. With more and more authors bypassing publishers and uploading these colorful romances on their own, starved readers now have a buffet of books to choose from.

On this tour, you will find that when black women fall in love it’s a sign of the times in these contemporary offerings.

In Farrah Rochon's "All You Can Handle" love was the last thing professional pastry chef Sonny White was looking for, but she finds it in a sleepy town with a motorcycle riding hottie.

In Lena Hart's "Because You Love Me" when an old desire is reawakened Sabrina will discover that even an imperfect love can triumph over all.

In Xio Axelrod's "Falling Stars" Hollywood actress' Val Saunders finds her career skyrocketing which makes her real-life attraction to her on-screen love interest come at the worst possible time.

In Ines Johnson's "Pumpkin: a Cindermama Story" having given up on fairytales after falling for her toad of an ex, Pumpkin is afraid to take a chance on a prince charming who comes to her rescue.

In Kim Golden's "Maybe Baby" Laney must choose between the man who offers her financial security and the one who makes her mind and body sing.

In Victoria H. Smith's "The Space Between" Lacey has dreams of the opera, but life has its obstacles, namely a man  who lights a fire inside of her that challenges everything she thought she wanted.

In Christina C. Jones’ “Inevitable Conclusions” Friends? Lovers? Both? For Kora and Tariq, those lines have been blurred for a long time.

When black women fall in love it’s a magical affair as you’ll find in these paranormal stories of love.

In L Penelope's "Angelborn" he gave up eternity for love… and lost. Will Maia be his second chance?

In Laverne Thompson's "Angel Rising" Thalya, a soulless creature, meets her match when she hungers for the love of the man assigned to hunt her.

When black women fall in love it’s a defining moment as you’ll find in this historical romance.

In Piper Huguley's "The Preacher's Promise" Amanda Stewart aims to teach newly freed slaves, but meets with the resistance from the town preacher. Can these two put aside their differences and come together?

When black women fall in love it’s full of growing pains as you’ll see in this new adult romance.

In Twyla Turner's "Chasing Day" Daylen is the shy cellist who falls in love with her best friend who also happens to be the popular quarterback.

When black women fall in love it can get a little spicy as you’ll find in this erotica novellete.

In Harper Miller's "Entwined" trouble finds Gabby when she meets an ex-marine looking to release a little tension.

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About the Giveaway

What Is It?
The When Black Women Fall promo features romances in the contemporary, historical, paranormal, science fiction and fantasy, and erotica genres. The two requirements for inclusion are that the heroine must be of African/African-American descent, and she must fall in love: same race, interracial, LGBT, aliens, cyborg—doesn’t matter to us, as long as it’s a black woman falling in love!

For the week leading up to Valentine’s Day during Black History month, Heartspell Media is spreading the word about “When Black Women Fall” — a week-long promo featuring romances with African-American heroines.

When is it?
February 8-14, 2016. The week leading up to Valentine’s Day during Black History month.
All links can be directed to the main site On the page, which is currently under construction, visitors will find links to the Rafflecopter giveaway, links to all the books offered, and a link to download the free excerpt book.