Welcome Daryl Devoré and her sweet release ‘Love in the Key of C’ #SweetRomance

Love in the Key of C

Blurb ~

Can a slice of pizza and a flute erase the ravages of life and allow Giselle and Ethan to fall in love by Christmas?

Collapsing in front the biggest department store in the city on one of the busiest days of the holiday season was not how Giselle imagined her day. Cold and hungry, she trudged through her daily existence wondering if she’d ever find happiness again.

Teenagers. Ethan loved working with them and turning their raw musical talent into something beautiful and rewarding, but that didn’t fill the black void in his soul.

Like fate, the songwriters’ muse nudged Giselle and Ethan together. But can Giselle overcome her fears and can Ethan get past the darkness that surrounds him, so they can find love?

Writer’s Inspiration ~

One question writers get asked, “Where do you get your inspiration from?”

Most of the time I’m stuck for an answer. Stories just come to me.

Another question is, “What was your playlist for this book?”

I don’t have playlists. I write in silence. Distractions distract me. I’m a bit ADD. Oh, look a chicken. Is there chocolate?

My publisher put out a call for Christmas shorts. Short novellas that focus on the holiday season. I thought it sounded like a fun idea.

But it was mid-Oct and I couldn’t get into the Christmas spirit – heck it wasn’t even Canadian Thanksgiving yet. The grass was green. The flowers were still in bloom.

So I popped on my head phones and listened to Christmas music – not just any Christmas music – Trans Siberian Orchestra. If you’ve never listened to them – give it a go. Wow – their take on Christmas music is phenomenal. One song in particular – Carol of the Bells. (Technically, its name on the album cover is Christmas Eve/Sarajevo 12/24.) To catch a listen – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6FhOb7-1dg

The story behind their version of the song – On Christmas Eve, a lone man challenges the war playing music on the rubble of the destruction of his city – Sarajevo. When you listen to this song, you can hear the beauty and then the destruction – the jarring rock music wonderfully portraying the bombs and chaos.

In my story, Love in the Key of C, the rock music is Giselle’s life. It’s a mess. Not the life she’d planned and something she was truly embarrassed about.

Giselle, is you or I. No one special, but life kicked her down once too often. There by the grace of God go I – that line wasn’t the basis for the story – the music was – but it does help understanding.

The story follows the same structure of the song – calm – chaos – calm – chaos then resolution. All in under 10,000 words.

So for once, I can answer two interview questions –

“Where do you get your inspiration from?”

Trans Siberian Orchestra’s Christmas Eve/Sarajevo 12/24

“What was your playlist for this book?”

Trans Siberian Orchestra’s Christmas Eve/Sarajevo 12/24

Excerpt ~

Rock bottom is hard. And I’d smashed up against it. Bruised not only my pride, but also my body. Guess that’s what happens when you haven’t eaten in a few days and pass out on the sidewalk in front of the largest department store witnessed by hundreds of Christmas shoppers. And all of them with cell phones recording another titillating moment in the biggest city in the country. Yeah, it just wasn’t my day.

Tears stung my eyes as I shifted to my hands and knees while watching feet scurry past. I didn’t look up. Didn’t want to see their faces. The judgmental disdain and embarrassment etched into their frosty red cheeks. Their sanctimonious scorn of myself and the condition to which I’d sunk. Their chagrin of not being willing to help and of desperately trying to pretend I was invisible.

Icy droplets fell from the sky, settling on my neck. It wasn’t quite snow, but was no longer rain. And it was raw cold. To my core. I pushed up to standing, brushing away the frigid sleet from my arms and legs. I pressed my scraped palm against my hip to stop the bleeding then checked my bag. It and its contents seemed all right. Yes, my existence has been reduced to having pretty much everything I own in a bag or two.

My life wasn’t always like this. How I got here doesn’t matter. Another sad sob story. A cruel twist of fate. A dream shattered. I could go on using a dozen more clichés, but I’m pretty sure you get the idea.

So again, I say, hitting rock bottom is hard. And, I might add, it sucks.

Three well-dressed ladies scooted past me, bundled in warm coats, scarves and high-heeled boots. Each holding a large takeout cup from the high-end coffee shop just up the block. Hazelnut. The smell tickled my nose. Probably a cappuccino. My stomach rumbled. My head swayed. I inhaled a deep breath and steadied myself.

A police officer strode toward me. His brow creased. Was he worried about my collapsing on the sidewalk? Or was he concerned for the Christmas shoppers, having their joyous holiday spending frenzy interrupted by the pitiful sight of me?

Turns out it was my second guess. He held my elbow and directed me to move along as he steered me toward a side street. I protested saying…or rather…lying that I’d slipped and fallen. But after a quick scan of my unkempt appearance, I knew that he knew I wasn’t being totally honest.

He pointed down the side street, Prospect Avenue, and told me about a soup kitchen that was a couple of blocks up behind a large stone church. He smiled, rubbed his stomach then told me the aroma had been very tempting when he passed by earlier in his shift.

I offered up a grateful smile and hobbled on partially frozen feet in the direction of my first meal in two days. I walked along dreaming about hot chicken noodle soup. Warm broth slipping over my tongue and down into the cavern that is my stomach. Floppy noodles trying to slip off my spoon, but with a quick slurp I’d catch them all.

Little round green peas nestled in a spoon next to a piece of actual, honest to goodness chicken. The thought of the aroma made me lick my dry, chapped lips in anticipation. Or maybe it would be beef vegetable. A dark, rich broth filled with colorful vegetables. My stomach was torn between protesting its emptiness or celebrating the future meal.

Have I mentioned that fate’s a bitch?

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About the Author ~

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two black cats – Licorice and Ginny-Furr Purrkins – and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe 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, flown 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.

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Welcome Amber Daulton with Mistletoe in the City #ChristmasRomance

Blurb ~

Krista Hartley never expected the unrequited love of her life, the irresistible Derek Weston, to work as the groundskeeper at the apartment building she just moved into. They barely spoke in high school but now, three years after graduation, they tore at each other’s clothes and jumped into bed together at every opportunity. After all, how could a hot-blooded woman say no to a sexy man with an eyebrow ring, a dragon tattoo and a deadly swagger?

A Christmas miracle drew Krista back into Derek’s life. He kissed her for the first time under mistletoe, pampered her with romantic candlelight dinners and memorized every inch of her delectable body with his tongue. He refused to let his dream girl slip through his fingers again but then another woman threatened their whirlwind romance. Hurt once before, Krista broke off their relationship and then Derek made a drunken mistake that could destroy their love forever. With just days to Christmas, he vowed to win back her heart and trust, and prove his innocence once and for all.

Excerpt ~

She scooted closer to him and rubbed her hand down his tense back. “Now I understand why you act so cocky. You’re afraid you’ll mess up and embarrass yourself.” Krista tugged on his shoulder until he lifted his head to look at her. Derek’s face flushed and she wanted to kiss away his shame. “Don’t hide behind this confident guard. I like you for you. You’re a sweet person, clumsy or not, and you have nothing to be ashamed of.” She stroked her hand through his tousled hair. “I want a simple, sexy, understanding man who cooks delicious, romantic meals and who goes out of his way to help me move. Is that too much to ask for?”

Derek kissed her and her heart skipped a beat. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her close to his side. Need throbbed in her loins and she wanted him inside her again. He pulled back first and she dragged a mouthful of air deep into her lungs to replace what he’d stolen with that delirious kiss.

He moistened his lips with his tongue. “It’s not too much, Krista.” Derek cupped her cheek in his palm. “Not at all.” And then he kissed her again.

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Handmade for Christmas Series ~

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About the Author ~

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.

Amber lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats. Feel free to visit her at http://www.amberdaultonauthor.blogspot.com.

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Welcome Valerie Ullmer with You for Christmas #ContemporaryRomance

Will the holidays bring everything both men want?

Blurb ~

Hiding his feelings for his best friend has become second nature to Parker Hunt. Throughout his years of friendship with Jonah Lee, he’d hoped for more, but he’d never been able to tell Jonah how he felt or what he wanted. When Jonah’s plans fall through for holiday break, Parker is determined to spend their last Christmas together and this time, be brave enough to tell Jonah exactly how he feels.

Jonah Lee has always been in awe of his friend, Parker. His energy, enthusiasm, and honesty had drawn Jonah to him from the first time they met. And while he’s always been an open book with Jonah, lately, Parker had been holding something back. On top of that, Jonah has realized that his feelings for Parker has grown and for the first time in his life, he’s curious about what Parker’s lips would feel like under his and what his definite male body would feel against his.

Will the holidays bring everything both men want, or will they let this opportunity pass them by?

Excerpt ~

Parker kept quiet, his body vibrating from Jonah’s voice and the assertive nature he rarely showed. He’d managed to make Parker’s knees weak whenever he did. Parker tried to breathe as desire for Jonah overwhelmed his senses, but he gave up a moment later when Jonah pulled him through the door of their cabin and slammed it behind them. The click of the lock loud in the dark, quiet room.

Parker had no idea what to say. Jonah pressed him against the solid door behind him, pressing their chest together as Jonah’s hands opened over and then tightened on Parker’s waist, holding him still.

“You are…mine.”

Not expecting those words and the impact they had on his body, Parker whimpered. “Yes.”

Parker watched as he caught the desire as it flared in Jonah’s eyes. A split second later, Jonah slanted his mouth and pressed their lips together and Parker had never felt such a feeling in his life.

Parker let their first kiss consume him, loving the feel of Jonah’s soft lips against his. When Jonah’s tongue swept inside, he tasted the mint and Jonah and Parker felt his legs go weak. He ignored everything but the sensations Jonah drew from him, and he opened his mouth wider, letting Jonah devour him.

Parker’s arms banded against Jonah’s lower back when Jonah pulled back slightly, nibbling on his lips but not moving away. Jonah pressed their foreheads together and breathed heavily for several long minutes as they stared into each other’s eyes. There was nothing Parker could say at that moment. It was everything he dreamed it could be, but he had no idea what it meant to Jonah.

“I’ve been so stupid.”

Jonah’s voice was deeper than Parker had ever heard it, but his words registered and he stiffened. Jonah regretted kissing Parker. There was nothing worse than having reality come crashing down. Searing pain slashed through Parker’s chest and he tried to untangle himself and his hold on Jonah.

“No, Parker, I don’t regret the kiss. I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you sooner. I want you, Parker, but it’s more than that. I want to share everything with you, I want a relationship with you.”

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About the Author ~

Valerie writes romances.

Contemporary, Paranormal, Erotic, and M/M.

She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab, Maddie.  Valerie is addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character-driven romances.

As a voracious reader, she’s believes that all writers are rock stars, and she hopes that people enjoy her stories as much as she loves the romance novels she’s devoured over the years!

When she’s not writing or learning about the craft of writing, she can be found surfing the internet way too much, watching Investigation Discovery and thinking that her neighbors are up to no good, and finding new ways to get her husband to laugh.

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Welcome Liza O’Connor with A Better Life #ContemporaryRomance

Worst Week Ever
Book One in A Long Road to Love

Blurb ~

What do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with an egoistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?

Book 1 of the 5 book series A Long Road to Love, named Worst Week Ever.

Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant (or as his drivers refers to Carrie: ‘Trent’s brain, left hand, and right hand’). He’s had a miserable month without her at his side and to ensure it never happens again, he intends to marry this brilliant beauty. Only given all the times he’s threatened to fire her, he’s not sure she even likes him. However, the future of his company and his happiness depend upon him succeeding, so Trent begins a slow one week seduction that happens to coincide with Carrie Hanson’s Worst Week Ever when everything that can go wrong does so in hilarious form.

(Hilarious to the reader, Carrie is not having much fun this week.)

Trailer ~

Excerpt ~

Trent’s focus returned to Carrie as he slipped his left arm around the back of the seat while leaning closer, invading the little space she had. Her heart quickened. God, she loved his scent. It made her feel— She shook her head. Get a grip! He’s your boss and he wants to see a Broadway show! “Here’s the review blurbs for each.”

He leaned in even closer, so his chest pressed against her arm. Her face warmed. Between her near death experience and his cologne, her professional demeanor struggled.

You can do this. He’s your boss and that’s all. She breathed in deep, in an attempt to steady her nerves. Unfortunately, she’d fail to account for the effects of a lungful of Trent’s wonderful scent. God, he’s intoxicating. She focused on the reviews, needing to distract herself from his cologne. She smiled as she read the comments for Tall and Tiny. It sounded so good. She wished she had the time and money to see it.

Given Trent began reading before her, he should have finished and made his decision by now. She steeled herself and looked up at him. His gaze focused on her instead of the screen.

“Do you want to hold my iPad?” Carrie knew he hated when people treated him like a child.

A faint smile touched his lips. “No, let’s do the last one.”

“Tall and Tiny?”

He shrugged.

She tilted her head. “If you don’t even know the name of the show, why do you want to see it?”

He smiled as if he’d just done something very clever. “Because you do. I could see it in your face.”

Why would what she liked matter? Then a possible explanation came to her. “Do you want me to go with you?”

He gently tugged on a strand of her hair. “Hey, we just went through war together. We both need a laugh.”

His unexpected generosity shocked her. She felt like the egoistical sun had finally noticed inconsequential Pluto still working hard to race around it.

What Readers Have to Say ~

“A feel good book with great highs and lows and most of all laughs” 5 stars

“I enjoyed the unexpected events & fast paced, tongue in cheek craziness of this story.” 5 stars.

“This over-the-top disaster of a romance had me laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe!”

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About the Author ~

Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet throughout her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She uses all her life experiences to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

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Welcome Valerie Ullmer with Book Two in her Dark Assassins series ~ Reaper

Chat with Valerie ~

Do you have any quirky writing habits?

I don’t know if you would call it quirky, but there are several steps I have to go through before I start writing my book. I write out all the ideas I have for story, then I write what if questions to try and fill in the holes that bother me, and after that, I outline using plot points. All of this is written freehand. Once I am finished with my outline, I enter it into Scrivener and go over it to see if I am missing anything and only then do I start writing. Being so detailed oriented allows me to write the story faster and with fewer problems.

The biggest surprise you had after becoming a writer

That if you want to be a writer, you have to write. For years, I studied different books on how to write a novel, how to be a romance writer, and everything under the sun on plotting, outlines, character arcs, you name it, I read about it. But it wasn’t until I sat down and wrote my first book (which I have to admit it was horrible), that I realized that the only way you become a writer is to just write. I still study material on writing, but nothing compares to putting something on the page.

A fun fact about writing your book

Well my entire Dark Assassins series has a completely different spin than most paranormal romances. Vampires and shifters work together as immortal assassins, but they are also close to each other and care for one another. They are family to one another. Also, while they feel a pull to their mates, there isn’t an instant connection or automatic knowledge that they are meant for one another.

Blurb ~

A wolf-shifter and his powerful human.

Reaper had expected it to be an easy assignment. Break into a biotech facility with minimum security and rescue a group of immortals who were subject to deadly experiments and eliminate those who might try to fight back. But the moment he walked into the glass prison and spotted a human woman being held with the immortals, his mission changed.

She became his mission.

Before Reaper had a chance to explain that he was there to help her, she blinded him and the rest of his team and slipped away. Although she had escaped him, a protectiveness that he’d never felt washed over him, and he became determined to find her.

Ara has always depended on herself, but there was something about the shifter that made her want to trust him. She recognized him as someone who was capable of protecting her as well as understanding her secrets without turning her away, but before she could allow herself to trust him, she ran.

But with no resources and running out of ideas about how to protect herself, will she be able to lower her defenses and allow the shifter to help her?

***Paranormal Romance featuring HOT Shifters and Vampires. Contains explicit sex scenes and each book in the series ends with a HEA.***

Excerpt ~

Copyright © 2016 Valerie Ullmer

All of his muscles locked down as he scanned her, making sure that she hadn’t been hurt. When he found her injury-free, he blew a sigh of relief.

Comparing the last memory he had of her, he took note that she had lost even more weight from her time on the run. Her body, clothed in scrubs that were similar to the pair she wore close to a month before, hung loosely on her curvy frame.

Before he could rein it in, a low growl of disapproval slipped past his lips. Either too tired or determined to get into the house, she missed the noise.

He kept his gaze on her as she ran up the porch and hesitated a moment, before she waved a hand in front of the door. When the door unlocked, she pushed her way in and closed it behind her. He heard the distinct click of the lock sliding back into place.

Although he wanted to rush after her, scoop her up, and take her home while she would be too tired to launch him down the block, instinct told him to wait. If he found her, then someone else could’ve as well.

Less than five minutes after she entered the house, a figure emerged from the woods several yards from where he stood. Without disguising his movements, the man ran up to the porch and jiggled the doorknob. His amateur actions covered the noise of Reaper’s advance.

As Reaper stood feet away from eliminating the new threat, a male voice erupted through the man’s earpiece, making the asshole jump. Reaper paused and listened to the angry voice.

“Have you got her yet?”

Instead of answering, the stupid git removed the offending object from his ear and stomped on it. “I’m going to kill that bitch when I get a hold of her.”

Reaper waited until the man went back to his futile attempt at picking the lock before he unsheathed a knife from his thigh. Not giving his target time to make any more progress on the lock, he stepped forward and wrapped a hand around the man’s mouth and nose, silencing his shout of surprise. Rage filled Reaper at how close this man had gotten to her. So with precise movements, he drove the knife into the man’s chest to the hilt and twisted. The man was dead within a matter of seconds.

He hid the body on the side of the porch. The bushes would prevent anyone from the street happening upon him. After the woman was secured in his home, he would call for a cleanup crew to make the body disappear.

Reaper hadn’t been surprised that they caught up to her, and he knew that this one man’s incompetence didn’t mean that whoever chased her would make the same mistake twice. He had to rush before the man in the earpiece realized that his colleague lay dead.

Stepping up to the door, he placed his hands, several inches apart, and pressed until the locks gave way. He slid inside without a sound before shutting the door. Taking a deep breath to get a trace on where she might have gone, he was surprised because it seemed as the entire house smelled of her. Light and sweet.

He darted from room to room. They were running out of time before they were discovered. Desperation clawed at his chest as he found each one empty. At the top of the stairs, he paused when a faint cry reached him. Unsure of where the sound came from, he wandered farther down the hall, hoping that the sound would repeat.

Mumbles and whines of pain came through the door farthest away from the master bedroom. As he opened the door, the floor beneath him started to shake, which intensified the closer he moved into the room. Not knowing what had caused the house to move, his need to protect her ramped up.

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About the Author ~

Valerie writes romances.

Contemporary, Paranormal, Erotic, and M/M.

She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab, Maddie.  Valerie is addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character-driven romances.

As a voracious reader, she’s believes that all writers are rock stars, and she hopes that people enjoy her stories as much as she loves the romance novels she’s devoured over the years!

When she’s not writing or learning about the craft of writing, she can be found surfing the internet way too much, watching Investigation Discovery and thinking that her neighbors are up to no good, and finding new ways to get her husband to laugh.

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Welcome Sage MacGowan with her book Through Fire

Blurb ~

All her life Cass has been the wallflower, quietly content to make her mark from behind the scenes. As a cognitive psychologist in the research field, she will use her intellect and tenacity to heal the “broken” brain. Because she learned long ago she isn’t capable of fixing broken minds; maybe not even broken hearts.

Bryan doesn’t want to even think about his present. To escape his past, he had always looked to the future. As a materials engineer he will use his ingenuity and talent to develop state-of-the-art products and devices. But now an accident has drastically broad-sided his life – and the hits keep coming.

They give each other the motive to step beyond self-consciousness – to reach outside themselves to touch the other. They discover the courage to pull one another close. To love. To be loved. From one another they draw the power and fortitude to move beyond mistakes.

Excerpt ~

Finally she stepped to him and wrapped her arms around. She shook and a lump formed in Bryan’s throat. The scent of strawberries filled his nostrils. God, how he missed her! It felt like it had been months, not days. The ache in his heart spread and intensified. He wanted to beg her forgiveness. Plead with her to bring her things back to his apartment that very day. Maybe even officially move in with him. But he had work to do first. He needed to get farther along and he couldn’t allow himself to get sidetracked and avoid doing what he needed to do.

So he just held on for dear life for this moment in time. He allowed himself to caress her smooth auburn hair with his cheek for just a few seconds, then lifted his head and lightened the pressure of his hand on her back, letting it slide down to her waist.


But Cass wasn’t quite ready to relinquish him. She pressed her cheek into the warm, firm planes of his chest and continued to hold on for dear life. It was all she could do to maintain control. She wanted to beg his forgiveness. Take her things back to his apartment, maybe even officially move in. But she couldn’t allow him to get sidetracked and avoid the work he needed to do.

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About the Author ~

Tucked away in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, Sage divides her time among being a mother, a writer, and the program director for a non-profit. Growing up, and for quite some time after, she was a reader and a dreamer, but didn’t often put pen to paper. Then late one night, listening to music, story ideas dancing through her head, she was overcome with an inescapable urge to actually write. She is a nature-worshiper and spends a fair amount of time hiking and camping, when she’s not playing Sudoku


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