Friday, September 14, 2018

Transitioning into Fall, Ignite Your Souls Author Event in London, Love in the Hills of the Headwater. @tdanielsauthor

Today someone asked me if I had a good summer.  It's been so warm here the past few days that I hadn't really thought about it. Where did Summer go? Could it be true that Summer is done and we're making the transition into the fall season? 
Kids have gone back to school, and the highway is stopped dead every morning so everyone must be back at work. I suppose it's time to pack away my sandals and white pants. Gman gave me the unimpressed eyebrow when I suggested that he drag out the bin of fall decorations.  I'm not entirely sure what his issue is, it's not like I've just asked him to drag out the eight bins of Halloween decorations. YET.  That will be next months post.  
As you may remember last year at this time we had just moved to our first new home together and planted blueberry bushes to honor my father and start some new traditions with our granddaughters.  I had been sent away to Tijuana to work on a new project and made it home to Canada just in time for Thanksgiving.  There was little time to unpack or decorate. This year I'm already enjoying all the ideas on Pinterest and I'm strategically planning to engage the unsuspecting Mr. Daniels in a project or two.  (or more)
Anyone familiar with the area known as the Hills of the Headwaters will understand when I say that it's Autumn beauty is romance inspiring. Crisp fresh air accompanied by the slight warmth of the fall sun soothes one soul and calms the spirit, making it more easily lead to romance.  As I listen to the birds from my back porch and overlook the 20 acres of brightly changing leaves, I think about bonfires, marshmallows and cuddling beneath a thick plaid blanket with Gary. It's a time to slow down and reconnect. Something we tried to do but often failed at during the hustle and bustle of the summer months.  Yesterday we put down the rakes, ignored the laundry and got on the ATV and went for a ride. Not an adrenaline rushing, mud bogging romp, but a slow saunter through the trails spotting bunnies and deer, even a flock of wild turkeys. Although we didn't have to venture off our own property, these are the things that all the communities in the Hills in the Headwaters have to offer. If you haven't checked it out then I encourage you to pack up the family and hit the walking trails. Or leave the kids with Gramma and take your lover for a long walk, holding hands and 'reconnect'.  Maybe you want to find a quiet spot all by yourself and get lost in a new book. It's okay, sometimes, to step back and recharge our own batteries.  Explore the Headwaters

If you're looking to ignite your soul and find some new romance authors to help you recharge your batteries, or maybe even inspire romance then come and spend the day at the Ignite Your Soul Author Event in London, Ontario on Sept 29.  I will be there giving away stuff and selling/signing paperback books alongside many other talented authors, including several local Canadian writers.  Join the event page on Facebook and look for my posts to find an exclusive author for a free ebook for all IYSAE attendees from now until the day of the event! 

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Vacation in beautiful Alberta. 99 cent summer book sale. upcoming signing events. @tdanielsauthor

Well, here we are... August already. It seems that we waited forever for the first hint of spring and before we know it summer is almost gone in a flash. Mr. D. and I have made good use of our vacation so far, deciding to take a trip to Calgary to visit my oldest son. While we were out there we got to spend some time with two dear friends. Calgary is a gorgeous place and full of natural wonders.

 From the Dinosaurs in Drumheller,

Yamnuska Wolf Dog Sanctuary

Drumheller Museum

Horse Theif Canyon
Drumheller Suspension Bridge

to the Icefields and thousands of year old glaciers,

to Banff

the infamous Stampede,  and everything in between...

Last Chance Saloon

Coal Mine Drumheller

The Hoo Doos in Drumheller

A trip to Alberta is definitely something everyone should have on their bucket list.

If you chose to have a "staycation" this year I hope that you take the time to explore all the wonderful things in our own backyard. And on those days where you get to just get to relax, I hope you power up your Kindle or flip open the front cover of a new book and get lost in a wonderful world of love and romance.

If you haven't already read Refusing to Expire it's currently on sale for 99 cents on Amazon for a limited time. It's the perfect summertime read and was voted one of the top romances of the summer last year.

Love sometimes comes to us when we’ve completely given up on it. Many years after a failed marriage Tori comes to the shocking realization that all her online dating relationships seem to have a 'best before' date. Until she meets Roger Ford, a kind and caring man, with just enough protective alpha to make a woman feel appreciated and loved. The moment they meet and he gazes into her enchanting, green eyes, he falls hard. Everything just seems to fit. Well, almost everything. Roger may not be the perfect man, but he is no quitter, and he’s determined to prove it. ‘Refusing To Expire’ flows from serious and heartbreaking to a wistful and hilarious journey of two hearts ready to love again and the blending of families. Reviewers say ‘Refusing To Expire’ was an engaging, cleverly written, and highly amusing delight. I simply could not put it down.
#R2E #triciadaniels #refusingtoexpire #romcom#kindle #kobo #99centebook #99centsale

 Buy now ! Kindle  or Kobo or B&N or Apple Ibooks

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I'm proud to announce that I am confirmed to attend these three awesome Canadian signings.

Ignite Your Soul Website

Kalicon Info Website

Romancing the Falls Ticket Info

I'll have copies of all my books available to purchase and will personally sign them for you at any of these events. Join my readers group to keep up on signing information, new releases and special reader groups swag for events.  Daniels Celtic Souls Reader Group

Hope to see you all soon! Until then... Live your life so it's a story worth telling.

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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.


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.)

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.


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?


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 know, everything except my books.