Please Welcome My Special Guest, Author, Lizzie Stevens!

Good Morning Readers,
Today's special guest is romance author, Lizzie Stevens. Please a comment so Lizzie will know you dropped in to scope out her new book.

About Lizzy:

I have been writing for many years but never really got up the nerve to publish any of my books until around 2008. Then I finally jumped in and did it :). I'm married and the mother of two wonderful boys. My oldest will be 11 in a couple of weeks and my youngest is 7. My family is my biggest supporters in my writing.

 I remember one time my oldest son had a report to do at school and the teacher asked him who his favorite author was. He said "Well, my mom of course." That just made my heart melt :) You can always count on your children to brighten your day.

BLURB:

A Surprise For Christmas/By Lizzie Stevens/This work previously published under the title, Somebody Else's Child and won 4th place in the Love Is In The Air Contest hosted by Reader Jack.

Samantha wasn’t expecting what she got for Christmas this year. Her doorbell rang and there sitting on her porch was a baby in a basket. This changes her life for the good. But then something happens. The baby’s father comes for his child. How can Samantha convince him that she is the best thing for the child?

EXCERPT:

The wind was howling across the moonlit sky. The temperature was dropping vastly outside of Samantha Smith's house as she stood in her kitchen making hot cocoa. Christmas would be on her doorstep in a matter of days. She had spent most of her adult life alone, never really finding true love. As she walked to the window to look out, she saw the Christmas star in the sky. She smiled as she thought to herself. I wonder if I make a wish for true love, will it come true. Samantha picked up a throw off the chair and walked to the couch to get comfortable for the night.

            As she snuggled in for the night to watch television, she heard the doorbell ring. Samantha walked over to the door and looked out the peephole. She didn't see anybody, but she thought she would open the door to be sure. There in the middle of her porch in an infant seat was a new born baby.

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Please Make Welcome Today's Special Guest, Romance Author, Drea Becraft

Good Morning Romance Readers,
Today's very special guest is the fabulous romance author, Drea Becraft. Be sure and leave a comment so Drea will know you dropped by.

The Baby Factor

Blog by Drea Becraft

Do you like babies in romance novels?  Some say yes…some say no.  I on happen to like the baby element and the conflict it throws into the mix.  In more then one of my stories there is a baby in the mix but and I also enjoy reading them in stories as well.

 Now I do have my limits in which kind of stories I like them in no hard core erotica…it just seems weird to me.  I don’t like them in horror books either I think it has something to do with the fact that they might actually get hurt.

 I am a stay at home mom so I guess that may have something to do with the whole liking them thing but honestly I think there is just something so sexy about a man that can hold a baby in his arms and be at ease.

 So how do you feel?  Is a baby in a book okay?  Or would you prefer not to read about them.

BLURB:

Timing Is Everything

Release Date: October 17, 2011

Mandy only wanted one thing in life–to have a family. With no other options available to her, Mandy seeks out to adopt a child to call her own. Then a favor for a friend turns her world upside down and inside out.

 Dmitri is on a mission to expand his business, but when his ex drops their baby on his doorstep for him to raise, Dmitri’s plans start to venture into unknown territory. If it weren't for Mandy, his whole world would be in shambles.

 Both Mandy and Dmitri have their own crosses to bear but Dmitri can’t imagine life without her. In a situation neither of them planned on, can they get past their differences and find happiness together?

 EXCERPT:

          “I have eight hours before we leave.”

          “It takes at least an hour to get there, add in the cavity search you have to go through, and baggage check and you’re going to be lucky if you make it on time if you leave right now.” As if on cue the buzzer arming the front doors went off as Tim's face filled the small screen in the corner of Sasha's desk.  “Looks like hubby's here so time to go.”

          “If you need anything you'll call me, right?”

          “Not unless there isn't other option.”

          “You can call me anytime.” At the door Sasha entered her pin number into the key pad and pushed the door open slightly.

          “It’s your honeymoon. Go have fun and don’t worry about work. Everything's under control.” Making a shooing motion with her arms, Mandy smiled at Tim as he opened the door and stuck his head in giving her a wink.

           “You heard the woman, it's our honeymoon.  Besides, I plan on keeping you too busy to even remember your name, let alone  who you work for.” Kissing his wife on the cheek before grabbing her hand, Mandy watched as the two left the office without another word.

          Despite her anger over the wedding she should've been at, Mandy really did like Tim.  The love he showed for her friend was one she envied and hoped some man would share with her one day.  Until then she'd watch the love those two shared and be as happy as she could for them both.

          Hours later Mandy sat at her computer when the buzzer filled the office.  Turning to look into the monitor, the site of a lady with a carrier filled the screen.  Pushing the button to allow her to enter, the cries of a baby filled the office before either mother or child entered the space.  Once inside Mandy was struck by the site of the woman as the door closed behind her.

          “Can I help you?” Raising up from behind the desk, Mandy looked down at the baby covered in a pink blanket.

          “Yeah, I'm here to drop this off.”

          “Sure, I can take that envelope for you.” Holding out her hand for the envelope in the woman’s hand, Mandy waited patiently for it to be handed over.

          “Not the envelope you twit, the baby.” Lifting the carrier up onto the counter, the woman set the envelope on the desk beside it.

          “Excuse me? Did you just say the baby?”

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LOVE IS IN THE AIR!!!

Hi Readers,

Wonderful news this Christmas Day...My granddaughter Tabitha got engaged. She shared this exciting news with me this morning, and I'd like to this moment to share it with you and to welcome her fiance, Jordan into the family.

Tabitha also shared a picture of her engagment ring with me...

The couple haven't set a date yet, but are thinking about a fall wedding.

Congratulations, Tabitha and Jordan. May your future be bright and blessed always. Love, MiMi

 

EXCERPT FROM PLAYING FOR KEEPS BY JAYDYN CHELCEE

Good Morning Readers,
Today I thought you might enjoy an excerpt from Playing For Keeps, book four in the Montana Men series coming soon from Moongypsy Press. This excerpt is Rated-R for language. If you're under 18, please leave this site and do not read excerpts....Thank you and Happy Holidays to all,

Jaydyn Chelcee/Tabitha Shay

ALL MATERIAL IS COPYRIGHTED AND THE PROPERTY OF AUTHOR AND MOONGYPSY PRESS.

EXCERPT/PLAYING FOR KEEPS/CHELCEE

He flinched when he felt the wet warmth trickle down his arm. He stifled a curse. Moving around had caused the knife wound to start bleeding again. Earlier, he’d packed the site with some four-by-four gauze pads he carried in a first aid kit under the seat, but the wound needed suturing, front and back.


Tired, Duel rubbed a hand down his face. At this rate, he was going to bleed to death. He had to get somewhere and get the injury sutured. First things first. In seconds, he’d taken care of watering the bushes and returned to the car.

“Who are you?” she asked immediately. “Or rather, what are you? Are you an assassin? Black ops? Secret agent? CIA?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes bugged. “You’re going to kill me?”

“Probably. I’m thinking about it.” From the look on her face, she believed him. Duel snorted. “Look lady, I think you’re more apt to kill me, and damned near succeeded with that fucking butcher knife. Do you wanna pee or not? Otherwise, we’re outta here, and I’m not stopping again until the car needs fuel.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I need to...you know, but not with these handcuffs on.”

“They aren’t coming off for any reason.”

“Then you’ll have to wipe me, I’m not drip drying.”

“Jesus Christ. All right. I’ll take off the friggin’ cuffs, but you try anything funny, I’ll knock your lights out again.”

She muttered something about the legitimacy of his birth. In spite of the headache settling between his eyes, Duel grinned and fished the key to the cuffs from his shirt pocket. He got back out of the car, circled the hood and opened her door. “Turn around and face me.” He guided her out of the car and helped her steady herself.

She shuddered when her bare feet hit the icy ground. “Ouch.”

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s something in my right foot.”

“Something?”

“I stepped on something in my back yard. A piece of glass, I suppose.”

“What happened to your shoes?” He unfastened the cuffs and pointed in the general area he wanted her to go.

She limped a short distance, paused, and hiked her straight skirt up past her knees. “Turn around.”

Duel folded his arms across his chest though it hurt like hell. “Huh-uh. I’m not turning my back on you even for a second.”

“What can I do?” she argued. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. I have no shoes, no coat. I’m not totally insane. And I cannot pee with you watching.”

He massaged his forehead. "You better make water and make it fast." Impatience threaded his voice. “I hear any other sound but running water coming out of you I’ll be on you like weeds in a flower bed.”

“Good grief, there are other bodily functions, you know, besides making water.”

“You know what I mean. I’m talking about escape noises, like running through the bushes, not―not―you know―explosive little gas noises.”

“You need to let me go. When my brother gets finished with you, you won’t have a strip of hide left on you.”

“Your brother? Lady, I’m shaking in my boots.”

“Do you have any idea who I am? Who my brother is?”

“Does this look like a face that cares? No, I don’t know who your brother is. And I don’t care who you or your brother are. Get your business done and stop stalling. No one is coming to rescue you.”

Flayme shivered. Goose bumps stood up on her arms. He was probably right. Her brother wouldn’t give her the time of day, let alone try to have her rescued. She eyed her captor’s broad shoulders as he reluctantly turned his back. She waited a moment to make certain he wasn’t going to make any sudden moves, then she slid the thong down far enough so she could pee. “I need tissue.”

“No. Are you finished?”

“Yes, but I told you, I’m not drip drying. That’s just…yucky.”

“Get your drawers up and come on. I’m tired. I wanna get a couple hours shut-eye before we hit the road again.”

“My drawers? Jesus. Give me some tissue or I’ll take out squatter’s rights right here all night and…and…drip-drip-drip.”

Duel muttered, took the few steps to the car and reached inside for several tissues. Dammit, he knew better than to let her out of his sight. The instant he reached inside the car he heard the gravel crunch under her feet. He came around and gave the dark a hard look. Yep. Sure enough, there she went, hobbling toward the edge of the woods like a damned one-legged spider.