Friday the 13th Blog Hop

The Hop STARTS at http://briclarkthebelleofboise.blogspot.com

and she will display the link to the next stop in the Hop in her post. Each blogger will do the same, so you'll be visiting every link in the Hop's chain. If that host is offering a giveaway on his/her blog, go ahead and enter to win their contest.

*NOTE* These contests are not connected to the grand prize drawings at the end of the Hop! They are for those individual blogs.

Follow the links as they lead you to the grand prize forum at the end. Fill out the form provided there and you'll be added to the drawing. Among the prizes are books, gift cards, and a Kindle. That's right. Enter to win and you'll have a chance at the grand prize--A Kindle!

So, if you came to me first, you might want to skip over to her and follow the chain. You don't want to miss out on the great posts the others are sharing! With all the amazing authors taking part, this should be a fantastic day of hopping!

Today, besides being blog hop day, is National Blame Someone Else Day.

Let’s embrace the absurdity that each day is dedicated to some inane thing and put our tongues firmly in our cheeks and blame someone else.

So this blog isn’t my fault. Let’s just put that out there.

I blame not being on the New York Times Bestseller List because Nora Roberts and James Patterson are hogging all the spots.

I blame Joe Bastardi for it raining when I want it to be sunny.

I blame my typos on Sholes and Glidden typewriter who first used the QWERTY keyboard.

I blame the recent earthquakes on kids jumping on their beds.

I blame climate change on Al Gore.

I blame racism on Rush Limbaugh.

I blame obesity on McDonald’s.

I blame Facebook and Twitter for my lack of time to write.

Let’s spread around all this blame. Who do you blame for what?

Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her husband, two kids, one dog and three rabbits. She graduated from Penn State with a degree in Journalism. She has published 6 books to date.

www.chrisreddingauthor.com

http://chrisredddingauthor.blogspot.com

Almost there to the last stop on the Friday the 13th Blog Hop!

Excerpt: Blonde Demolition

The hot spray hit Mallory's sore muscles like a thousand needle points. Her heart raced. Her mind sped past it. What could he want?

"Ask me." She heard his voice through the translucent panel of the shower door. That voice that could send a thrill through her. That voice that had whispered to her of naked pleasures. That voice attached to a body that could fulfill those pleasures.

She shuddered, not surprised to see him. He had a knack for pushing through her boundaries.

"Do you mind? I'm naked, Trey."

His laugh rumbled from the depths of his amazing body. "I've seen you naked. In fact I could probably draw a road map of your body."

     Her mouth went dry. She finished her shower and turned off the water. She let out a noisy breath before she opened the door. He would not get the best of her.

Trey McCrane held her towel as if he planned to make her barter him for it. A twinkle lit his ice-blue eyes. "Towel?"

     She leaned on the metal frame of the stall, refusing to be intimidated. "Give me the towel."

     He did, easier than she thought. His gaze roved over her as intrusive as if they were his hands. Even if she hadn't been naked, she would have felt that way. Trey could look through people.

Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/7olwvhs

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/104247

Amazon in print: http://tinyurl.com/87qdaam

You're next stop is:

http://blog.belleconsult.com/

Black Friday Blog Hop

Welcome to the first stop on Marketing For Romance Writers' Black Friday Blog Hop.
Here's an excerpt of my latest romantic suspense, Blonde Demolition.

She slammed her hand on the table. Her beer wobbled. She caught it. "You are not seducing me back into this life."

     He shifted away from her, his arms crossed. His expression didn't change. He hadn't even flinched at her outburst. Not even at her use of the word seduce, which she knew any shrink would have a field day with.

Had he predicted what she would do?

     When they had worked together, he'd known before she did that she had to pee. She'd never met anyone so in tune with her. Maybe she never wanted to have anyone know her that way again.

     "I'm different now. I have this great life." Her finger stabbed the air, punctuated every word. "You cannot take that away from me."

     "I'm not taking away anything. I'm giving you something. I'm giving you back the ability to make a difference."

     She stalked away from him. "You think I don't make a difference? What about the family whose house didn't burn down because I was here?"

     "You can prevent many more houses from not burning down with us."

     She shook her head. "It isn't the same."

     He would not pull her strings. He would appeal to her sense of honor and her strong desire to help people. He knew all the cards she held and how to play them to his advantage.

"No, it's better," he said.

Buy links:

Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/7olwvhs

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/104247

Amazon in print: http://tinyurl.com/87qdaam

Other books by Chris Redding

Corpse Whisperer

The Drinking Game

Confessions: Volume One

Incendiary

A View to a Kilt

The Rest of the Hop:

W. Lynn Chantale

http://wlynnchantale-decadentdecisions.blogspot.com/

Christine Ashworth http://christine-ashworth.com

Chelle Cordero http://chellecordero.blogspot.com/

Tammy Dennings Maggy http://tammydenningsmaggy.blogspot.com/

Shelley Munro http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog

Debra Holland http://drdebraholland.com

Jane Wakely www.janewakely.blogspot.com

Smoky Zeidel www.SmokyZeidel.wordpress.com

Ann Siracusa http://backmybook.com/authors/r-ann-siracusa/blog Here is your next stop: W. Lynn Chantale http://wlynnchantale-decadentdecisions.blogspot.com/  There is a prize at each stop for one lucky commenter. The more blogs you comment on, the more chances to win multiple prizes. I'm giving away an iPod Shuffle. Good Luck and Happy Hopping

Drumroll Please!!!!!

Here it is:

ExcerpTuesday: Me, again!

Here's a bit from the next book out. Blonde Demolition.

The dream had come out of the blue for Cal Stedman.

     He didn’t put much stock in the everyday dreams people had, but he knew this one meant something. He wouldn’t even be home, but he’d been tired. More tired than he should have been.

     Maybe that’s why he dreamed.

     He lay alone in bed, having lost his wife five years ago. His bones ached from the physical labor of moving cinderblocks and putting up snow fencing around his beloved beer tent.

     The dream rolled around in his mind. A woman, one he had long forgotten in his consciousness, but not in his unconsciousness. He’d loved her as much as anyone could in his time. Too bad she’d left him when he went into the military.

     He shifted onto his side, noting that the darkness had fallen while he’d been asleep. The clock said midnight.