Saturday, April 14, 2018

Surgery, Unbound, New Release, Bound4 Series, Carter Brant, Kalicon @tdanielsauthor


Hello there! Mother nature has decided to give us another blast of winter this weekend. I'm beginning to wonder if spring will ever arrive. For those of you who have been following me on Facebook, you already know that I found a surgeon who recognized the severity of my hip deterioration and scheduled me for immediate surgery. That day being Monday. (gasps) Although I know that total hip replacement is a well practiced and fairly common surgery these days, it's still surgery and I'm a little anxious. Thank you, for all your reassurances and comforting encouragements.




Before the pain started a few years ago, I had no warnings. It seemed to creep up on me overnight. I sought out a medical help, but the nurse practitioner mistakenly diagnosed it as a sciatic nerve issue. I spent several months on nerve blockers that obviously didn't help and the pain worsened. It was almost a year later that I begged my doctor to look further into the problem. X-rays very clearly showed the severe osteoarthritis and I was told that it would never get better. Without surgical intervention, it would most certainly get worse. And it did.

I went from a healthy active lifestyle to not being able to cut my own toenails. Eventually, the pain and mobility restrictions were so great that I had to stop driving. I'm lucky that my employer is trusting and he let me work from home. It's tough. Really tough. I loved walking, and dancing and the freedom that one enjoys without restrictions and I definitely took it for granted. I've always been a self-sufficient person and very independent. I've very lucky to have Mr. D in my life because he has shouldered all the additional responsibilities and extra work in the past few weeks without complaint.

I have a new appreciation for the challenges that those who are handicapped, and those who are elderly encounter every day. I've done a lot of travelling around the world in the past few years and Canada is definitely one of best, well-equipped countries regarding access for those with physical restrictions or disabilities. Even then I've had ridiculous challenges at places like IKEA who has elevators and wheelchairs but has difficult or impossible floor transfers between rooms making it impossible for me to view the displays. The Mcdonalds close to my work has handicapped parking but it's on the furthest side of the parking lot and I had to walk through and across the drive-thru to get to the door. One of the Walmarts had a handicapped stall with no hooks to hang my cane and the support rail was on the opposite side of the stall nowhere near the toilet. I couldn't have used it to get up off the toilet even if I had go-go gadget arms. lol Even the hospital was surprisingly challenging with its elevator doors that close before you can get all the way in the door and the uneven, jagged walkways and transfers in the parking lots. Although Mr. D. does make some amusing sound effects when he's launching me over ledges, bouncing me into corners and getting stuck in potholes.

I'm looking forward to a successful procedure with little complications and a speedy rehabilitation. Hopefully, with some hard work and determination, I'll be good as new in a few months. I will always remember the pain and the struggles and I hope that I will find time to be an advocate for those who will always have those challenges.



In a lighter note, The day of surgery my new release will go live on Amazon Kindle. Have you read my Bound4Ireland Series? You don't want to miss this Novella that answers all the questions you have from our favorite Australian Alpha's point of view. That's right ladies... Carter Brant.

Pre-Order available now Amazon Pre-Order  Release date on Kindle April 16th, Everywhere else on April 18th.



Blurb...

I’m Carter Brant. Most people dream of the love of their life. I dream about the love of my life… times two. As if it’s not enough that I feel like I’m stuck in some kind of weird time warp in a different country, I constantly deal with the unyielding push and pull that I feel between them.

All my success and everything I value, I owe to Ethan O’Connell: my boat, my luxury home, my Ferrari F12 Berlinetta, and my big fat bank account. You’d think I’d be happy with all that, but lately, I want more. The playboy lifestyle isn’t as fulfilling as it used to be. I long to find a woman I can call my own. One I can start a family with, like the woman in my dreams. That’s the kind of love I want to find. Imagine how devastating it is to discover that woman is in love with my best friend.  




Release Celebration Sunday April 15 from 7 : 9:30 pm est. Join a few very close friends as they help me launch my new release  Unbound - A novella from the Bound4 Series. Link to Tricia Daniels Author page



Cleveland Author Event.  This is the last year for this event and it promises to go out with a big bang. Hope to see you there June 23rd, 2018 Cleveland Author Event Website



Kalicon. Belleville Ontario.  October 26 and 27th. This may be my ONLY Canadian signing this year. If you haven't got your tickets yet, make sure you do. Kalicon Website & Ticket purchase


Sunday, March 18, 2018

The Canadian Winter Experience aka when to run away

Hola, amigos!

Part of the great Canadian winter experience is running away from it if possible. Spring break should be renamed "spring escape" because by March we are all desperate to get out of these snow-covered lands of the north. Spring may be right around the corner, but by this point it seems like every day is another week of waiting. Or another month. We need some heat and sunshine, stat!

So I fulfilled my patriotic obligation and headed south. Not to Florida, which is tremendously popular spot. With Walt Disney World, Universal Studios, and NASA, it's a geek paradise. Not to Hawaii, where you can stop pretending to be Elsa and singing "Do You Want to Build a Snowman". (Did I accidentally give you an ear worm? YOU'RE WELCOME.)

I headed to the lovely Mayan Riviera for some sun, sand, and research on my upcoming Resort Romance. How can you not be inspired by this?






I have a ton of places for my hapless couple to fall in love, but I'm missing one last piece before I can get started.

Does this mean I have to go back for more inspiration? Or am I stuck waiting for spring to land in Winnipeg. I don't know what the groundhog said last month, but my fingers are crossed for an early arrival.

In the meantime, if I've inspired you to get away, you can check out some other tropical destination in Cuban Moon, Mexican Sunsets, and Dominican Stars.  (At 99 cents each, they're much cheaper than a plane ticket.)


Sunday, March 11, 2018

Sneak peek at Full House @SusanHayes


I'm typing away like a mad monkey on my next book, so instead of my usual post, I thought I'd do something a little different and share an excerpt from Full House, which releases March 20th.

Full House is a novella in the Drift series - full of cyborgs, secrets, and sex (of course.)

http://susanhayes.ca/book/full-house/



Opportunity doesn’t always knock. Sometimes, it crash lands.

A veteran of the Resource Wars, Raze is a cyborg with a simple plan. He wants to be left alone, forever.

Planetary scout Sevda Rem is lightyears from civilization when her ship is damaged, forcing an emergency landing on an unoccupied planet. At least, it was supposed to be unoccupied…


He’s trespassing on a corporate-owned planet. She’s duty bound to report him. The deck is stacked against them, but if they play their cards right, they might discover that together they hold a winning hand.

****


Raze felt the change in the weather coming before he even looked up. The breeze died, and the valley went quiet as the animals braced for what they knew was coming. The late spring weather was mild and pleasant most of the time, but not today. One of the first lessons he’d learned about his adopted homeworld: when the valley went quiet, it was time to take cover.

The ax slammed down on the last of the wood, neatly splitting it. Only then did he straighten, rolling his shoulders as he looked up at the sky. It was still a cloudless stretch of deep blue, but he knew that wouldn’t last long. Somewhere beyond the valley, a grandmother of a storm was brewing, and when it crossed the mountains, it would bring a deluge of rain and howling winds.

He gathered up the wood and carried it to the shed, stacking it with the rest of the morning’s work. By the time he’d hung up the ax and secured the shed against the coming storm, the air was growing oppressive, and he was feeling restless. Storms always made him edgy. The wind and rain didn’t bother him, but the crashing thunder and flashes of lightning that usually accompanied them reminded him of the past. Ten years of combat had left him with scars that would never heal and memories he couldn’t let go.

From beyond the barn, a chorus of bleating started up. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one feeling restless. “I’m coming. I’m coming. You’ll be undercover long before the storm arrives, you woolly-faced fools.”

The small herd of grazers he’d domesticated were all pressed up against the gate when he reached it, but it wasn’t the storm that had them spooked. A new slash of white stood out against the blue sky. A contrail. He hadn’t seen one of those since he’d been here, which was the whole point of moving to an unoccupied planet. He didn’t want company.

A glint of silver caught his attention. There was definitely a ship up there, and judging by the angle of the contrail and its current altitude, it was coming in for a landing in his valley. Fraxxing wonderful. He kept watch until he was certain, his mood as stormy as the thunderheads that crested the mountains and darkened the sky as the unwanted vessel made an unsteady descent. By the time it touched down in the center of a clearing, near the river, it was clear that either the pilot was intoxicated, or the ship was badly damaged. Either way, they were in for an unpleasant afternoon. They’d parked on the valley’s floodplain. Once the storm hit, it would send a torrent of rainwater pouring down the mountainsides in a deluge. Flooding was the reason he lived part way up the mountainside instead of down on the valley floor.

“I hope they can swim,” he muttered before turning his attention to the animals pressing against the gate. Now that the strange thing in the sky was gone, they were calmer, but that wouldn’t last long. He’d worry about the newcomer once he made sure his livestock were secured inside the barn.

The moment the gate opened the entire herd tried to push through at once, swarming around his legs in a woolly, bleating wave as they made straight for the barn. Not one of them wanted to be left behind, which was a clear warning that the storm was almost here. They had been wild animals only a few years ago, but now they were domesticated enough to want to stay out of the rain and weather.

He followed the animals at a more sedate pace, and by the time he got to the barn doors, they were settling in. The chickens were already roosting, and it only took him a few minutes to double check their feed and water supplies before closing them in for the duration of the storm.

With all the animals secured, he did a quick walk around the homestead to ensure that the greenhouses, outbuildings, and equipment were all secure and battened down. He was only feet from the front door of his home when the rain started to fall in thick, heavy drops. A gust of wind sent the rain flying sideways, and he broke into a jog.

He should have gone straight inside, closed the door, and stayed there until the storm ended, but something made him hesitate.

“They’re not your problem,” he reminded himself, but that didn’t stop him from turning around. He could see the whole valley from his plateau, which was one of the reasons he’d picked this spot to build. With the small cliff behind him and a clear view of anything coming up the mountain, it was a safe, easily-defended location. Not that he had to defend it from much. The occasional carnivore came by to investigate his livestock, but that was it. It was a place of peaceful solitude, until today.

Movement down in the clearing confirmed he wasn’t alone any longer. Even his cybernetically enhanced eyesight wasn’t enough to pick out how many might be down there, so he reached inside the door and snagged his binoculars from the shelf. He trained the lens on the ship first. The black and green insignia on the side marked the ship as part of the Torex Mining corporation’s fleet. Probably sniffing around to see if there was anything in the ground worth tearing apart the planet for.

The ship had to be a scout class. It was too small to be anything else. Minimal weaponry, sleek design, large engines and not much else. It was built for speed, not war. He moved on to the crewman currently examining the outside of the craft. It was getting hard to see through the heavy rain, but he could make out a few details. It was a female, humanoid, and quite tall. She had short, black hair and a curvy figure that not even her shapeless jacket could hide completely. Those curves affected him in a way that reminded Raze he hadn’t been with a woman in years. It was a streak he had every intention of continuing. He wasn’t fit company for anyone, and he never would be.

His hand brushed over the scars that marked the left side of his face and added streaks of pure white to his hair. He’d gotten them right here in this valley, in a battle that had cost him everything. The landscape had healed since then. Time and the elements had erased the damage or covered it over with greenery, but in his memory, he could see it all the way it had been. Broken, bloodstained, and raw.

A gust of wind howled past the cabin with enough force to make the walls tremble, and the already pounding rain increased until he couldn’t see the ship or the woman any longer. If she didn’t get back inside her ship soon, she was going to be in trouble. He set the binoculars back on their shelf, started to close the door, and stopped. It didn’t feel right to leave her out there, on her own and unaware of what was headed her way.

He grunted in frustration at the sudden return of his conscience. He hadn’t even been sure he had one anymore, but there it was, nagging at him to go out into the rain and make sure his unwelcome visitor didn’t get herself killed. As he tugged on his rain gear, he tried to tell himself it was purely logical. If the Torex scout died, they’d send more ships to find out what happened to her. It was easier to save one and send her on her way than deal with the half dozen that would come looking later.

He was still trying to convince himself when he set out into the storm with a pack full of gear. He was buffeted by winds and hammered by the constant deluge of rain pouring out of the bruise-black clouds. He was drenched before he’d gone twenty feet from the cabin.

Whoever was down there, she already owed him, and they hadn’t even met yet.

Full House releases March 20th, but you can Preorder your copy today.


Thursday, March 1, 2018

Twitter and Peanut Butter by @LDBlakeley

Happy Peanut Butter Lover's Day!

Despite my Google Fu, I can't seem to find any details on the origins of said day. Nobody seems to know who declared such a wonderful cause to celebrate but its on the internet so it must be true, right? Besides: peanut butter. ❤

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I must apologize for being MIA. Life got in the way (as it so often does) and I haven't been here since we rang in the New Year. But I'm back and here to talk about one of my biggest distractions: Twitter.


Yes, that's an actual Post-it note I keep over my laptop (edited for politeness, of course; I am Canadian, after all 😉)

And, no, it doesn't always work. I can be easily led down the Twitter rabbit hole and lose big chunks of time in the process. There's a lot to wade through and it can be intimidating if you're not sure where to start. But there is good out there in the Twitterverse. You just have to know where to look.

I follow tons of people for various and sundry reasons. Writer-me, however, has discovered quite a few people whose wit and wisdom make them worthy of a follow and a shout-out.

These are off the top of my head and in no particular order (I could continue this list for days), but if you're looking for a place to start here are some of my favourites:

John Scalzi

Scalzi is a writer (Red Shirts is amazing and only begins to scratch the surface of his bio) my husband turned me on to. His feed is prolific – so much so he's pinned a blog post for new followers.
If gay historical romance is your thing, then you already know who she is. If not, check her out – your TBR will grow by leaps and bounds.
A beyond fab writer and a blogger who gives what might possibly be THE best writerly advice – period.
It's no secret I adore Damon Suede and devour every word he publishes. Plus with pinned tweets like this, what's not to love?
I mean...
Writer of hawt romance who cracks me up daily.

Mostly I wish they were located in Toronto instead of L.A. So I follow along and gaze wistfully at all the photos they post. One day I'll manage a vist.
Excellent source of book news and recommendations.

Writer Thesaurus /Angela Ackerman

Writerly things out the wazoo! Angela Ackerman & Becca Puglisi have created an incredible resource for writers & they tweet out links to scads of writing tools and websites 

Amy Jo Cousins

I love her books like woah. Plus, she is the REC QUEEN. Seriously, if you're ever looking for new titles, this is the girl to follow. She also seems to know when everything is on sale. 


My original plan was to list ten but then realized I would be completely remiss without mentioning

JK Rowling 

For all the obvious reasons. But, seriously, her clap backs are the thing of legend. Exhibit A:

So tell me, who are your favourite tweeps?

Until next time,

L.D. Blakeley - visit me online!

Friday, February 23, 2018

What makes you read a book twice? @LeoRosanna.

I've been in a purging mood lately. I've always been a big believer that an uncluttered space leads to an uncluttered mind. When things start to pile up in my house, I grow edgy. That's when I feel the tickle of little hands at the back of my neck. Whose hands? Well, the purging elves, of course. The little demons who tell me, "Clean up, for God's sake, woman. We're drowning in old books and paperwork. Throw something out!" When the purging elves dig their nails into my skin, nothing is sacred.

Lately I've been eyeing my book collection, thinking it's time for a cull.

"Gasp!"

Yes, I hear you, fellow book hoarders. I feel your pain but now I ask you to feel mine. I store my old books in the basement on a few very large, cluttered shelves. That's prime real estate in my house. I could renovate that area and make a comfy nook. Or I could turn it into a yoga studio. Did you know I'm doing yoga now? You know, like, once a week. (Perhaps I'm not quite dedicated to it yet.)

But discard my books? After all, you don't throw a book away, right? You might read it again.
Or will you?

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You see, every time I stock my basement bookshelves, I say to myself, "This one's a keeper. I'll read it at least one more time." Honestly, I rarely do. I can count on one hand the number of books I've actually reread and those ones have a place of honor in my collection. The others? They were fun, but their time has come and gone. They weren't bad books. They simply served their purpose. I absorbed their messages and don't need to revisit them.

I'm always shocked and humbled when a reader tells me she reread one of my books. Don't get me wrong, I'm not insulting my own work. However, it's such a pleasant surprise based on my rereading history. My assumption is, to reread a novel, it must have really spoken to the reader in some way.
What is that magic element for you? What makes you pick up a book for the second or even the third time? Is it simply because you enjoying living in that world and want to dwell there a little longer? I would love to know what makes you want to "hoard" a book.

In the meantime, I'll be over here throwing things out...you know, everything except my books.


Sunday, February 18, 2018

I am a queen and this is my castle by @elle_rush

Just because I live in


doesn't mean I exist in a world of ice and snow.

Except when I do. For the first time ever, we in the 'Peg we visited by the ice castle fairy. It was created during our brutally cold December, but I got lucky and was able to visit it during the warm (-5) streak we had in the middle of January. This amazing #icecastle was created with over 25 tons of ice and had lights built into the wall, giving it an ethereal glow.

It was spectacular.

You may be saying, "Elle, what kind of date is this?" For most people, date night means fancy clothes, nice hair, and maybe a fireplace. They generally don't mean layering on the long underwear, snow pants, toques and scarves.

But those people don't live in Winnipeg.

For one night, we got to wander through this:





Be jealous, Elsa. Be very jealous.

The walls were made of icicles. There were twenty-foot tall  ice arches to walk under And I don't know how they did it, but they had a fountain made of ice that was actually shooting up streams of water. We went when the temperatures were just below freezing. I don't know if this would even work when it's -20C.  (That's the Museum of Human Rights in the back right.)



They also had an ice slide, but the line was insane. I held mittened hands with my sweetie, and only part of it was because it was really slippery inside. It was freezing and dark and still romantic.


For those of you who are interested, it was down at the Forks, which also had a skating path through the area and onto the river, a skating ring, a toboggan hill, and a crockicurl patch, so it could have been an all day date. But the ice castles were enough for me.

If you haven't had an outdoor winter date with your significant other, I highly recommend it. Bundle up and go for a walk in the dark (it's extra romantic if you do it when there is snow lightly falling.) (LIGHTLY falling, don't do it in a blizzard.) (And shovelling your driveway doesn't count.) Go somewhere with lots of lights that can reflect off the snow, smile with your eyes since that's the only part you'll be able to see of each other, and when you get home, make some date plans for summer.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Valentines Day! Special excerpt. Uninterrupted. Bound4Ireland Short Story. @tdanielsauthor







I haven't forgotten about you lovelies. Today, instead of my usual ramblings I've decided to share with you an excerpt from my Valentine Short story... Uninterrupted.
It is a short story that is best read after finishing the entire Bound4Ireland Series but even if you haven't read it,  I think you will enjoy and appreciate this excerpt.

TWO CAREERS, FOUR KIDS AND A FORGOTTEN VALENTINES DAY !




Ethan stands in the doorway, watching Olivia distribute lunches into four jam-packed backpacks. Six months ago, she was pregnant with twins but you’d never know it. She’s always had curves in all the right places. All his favorite places to be exact. He crosses the room and wraps his arms around her from behind, brushing his lips on her cheek. “Good morning, Beautiful,” he says, in his sensual Irish brogue.
Olivia stops what she’s doing and enjoys the attention. Leaning back against his chest, she lets him find his way to her lips. A quick glance around the corner, confirms that the kids are engrossed in a show on the television. He tightens his grip, banding his arms around her waist and nips at the sensitive skin on her shoulder. He smiles at her sharp intake of breath as she responds to his touches and pushes back against his hips. He lets out a low feral growl, as he presses her firmly against the counter. “I have half a mind to make love to you right here,” he breathes heavily into her ear.
His words make her twitch. “Do it,” she pleads.
“Tempting.” He reaches up and takes her breast in hand, giving it a firm tug. “But we both know you’re a screamer.”
She squirms in his hold, becoming more aroused by the muscular body holding her captive. “Whose fault is that?” she protests.
“Oh, I’m not complaining about your audible appreciation of my skills, Mrs. O’Connell. But there are children in the other room.” He slides his hand down her stomach, expertly maneuvering into her panties and making her moan. “Something you need?” he asks, as he teases her.
“Bedroom,” she pants.
“As you wish.” He releases her and makes his way out of the room. She grabs his arm, stopping him at the door. Startled, he looks at her confused.
She places her finger to her mouth. “Shhh.” She nods in the direction of the kids. “Be really quiet,” she mouths.
Ethan nods and winks, then begins to hum the theme song to ‘Mission Impossible’ as he crosses the foyer to the other side of the hall without being noticed. He peeks around the corner to ensure the kids are still preoccupied then waves her over. Olivia flashes him a threatening look as she tiptoes across the wooden floor and hits the squeaky spot.
“Go… go… go…” she whispers anxiously as she reaches the other side. Pressing her hand on his back, she pushes him down the hall toward the bedroom. She locks the door behind her and turns quickly. Grabbing his belt buckle, she tugs, releasing it. Pausing, she looks up into his meadow green eyes.
“What’s the matter?” he asks concerned.
“I’m having that déjà vu feeling again.”
He laughs once, dropping his trousers to the floor. “I should think so, it’s not the first time you’ve been in my pants.”
Olivia jumps into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. He kisses her with a hungry, long overdue passion, as he moves to lay her down on the bed. She lifts her hips, allowing him to lift her dress and rid her of her panties in one swift motion. Electricity pulses through her veins making her impatient. When he fails to join her on the bed, she opens her eyes. “What are you doing?” She watches exasperated as he languidly unbuttons his dress shirt.
“Hanging up my shirt. I just ironed it.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m laying here half naked and you’re worried about your shirt getting wrinkled?”
He stops mid-button and considers what she’s said. “Feck, what’s happened to me?” Tossing it on the floor, he climbs in on top of her. “Now, where were we?” He brushes the hair out of her eyes and then pauses, quirking a curious brow. “What’s that sound?”
Olivia stiffens beneath him. “No. No. NO!”
“What?”
“It’s the reminder alarm on my phone. It’s time to get them ready to leave for school.” She attempts to sit up but he thwarts her efforts.
“Be late,” he suggests as he moves his hand to her throat, closing it gently around it as he claims her lips.
Her fingers rake playfully through his hair.
When he pulls away, he leans back, supporting himself on his muscular forearms. Moving his hips, he adjusts his position, preparing to enter her. She takes short anticipating breaths and arches her back, forcing him in.
The look of desire on her face makes him twitch and lengthen. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he thrusts his hips forward, sinking himself all the way in. “It feels so good,” she purrs.
He teases her with a slow retreat, followed by another inspired thrust, then stops.
His body tenses as the door rattles several times and the knob begins to turn.
“Mommy? What are you and Daddy doing in there?”






Until Next Month, Live your life so it's a story worth telling !