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May 16, 2017

*******CLOSED******Interview with Author Sarah Price and Giveaway of her new book The Faded Photo




Sarah,
This book was amazing, thank you for taking the time to do this interview.
When did you decide to become a writer?
Ever since I was a little girl. I probably wrote my first story as soon as I learned how to write. I spent a lot of summers locked in my room, typing on an old Selectric typewriter. Drove my family crazy with the clack, clack, clack of the keys.  Ha ha.
I wrote several novels in high school and submitted them to publishers. It wasn’t as easy to publish in those days because there was no Internet. Yes, I grew up in the world without the Internet.  So I had to photocopy novels, mail them in big boxes with return postage and wait weeks—sometimes MONTHS! —for that good old rejection letter. Boo hoo!
Once I DID get a contract. I was fourteen-years-old. Obviously I couldn’t sign it because I was underage.  I gave it to my parents but I’m not certain they ever read it over. Anyway, when they didn’t talk to me about the contract, I did a lot of reflection and decided that I wouldn’t pursue it.  I figured I had a whole lifetime to write and publish.  Who wants to achieve a life dream at fourteen? Right? :D

Do you have an author that inspires you or do you have a favorite author you like to read?
My favorite authors are Jane Austen, George Elliot, Thomas Hardy, Margaret Mitchell, John Steinbeck, and Victor Hugo. You simply cannot go wrong with the classics. People who haven’t read classics haven’t really read. Those writers know how to build a story and develop characters in a way that modern writers do not.
But the author who influenced me the most—as a child and even today! —is Laura Ingalls Wilder (don’t laugh!),
Growing up, Laura Ingalls Wilder was my super-hero. I dreamed that I was her, living a hundred years later. That didn’t work out so well for me (although I do live on a farm six months out of the year and I’m determined to visit all of her homesteads…been to Kansas and MIssouri…just need DeSmet, Pepin, and Florida!).

I really enjoyed Frances and her fighting strength, I also so loved Andy he seems to have such a sweet caring spirit, out of all the characters in this book do you have a favorite one?
Charlotte is a great character and you will likely see her show up in another story. She’s based a little on my friend Gina McBride, one of my BFFLs. Like Charlotte, Gina tells it like it is and without any emotion. If my house is a mess, she will let me know. If she hates an outfit I’m wearing, she doesn’t hold back. When I’m on the ledge, she is the voice of reason who talks me back through that open window.

When I was going through my divorce, she was the only person who stood by me. It was a hard time for me because I was raised to believe that people just do not get divorced.  I literally waited until after my grandmother passed away because I was so ashamed. I felt like a failure. My own family wasn’t supportive in the beginning, but Gina was there.

Charlotte is that friend. She knows that Frances is not perfect and yet she loves her. And Frances knows that she can count on her throughout the good, the bad, and the in-between.


I know this is not your typical Amish book, what inspired you to write this book?
There is a photograph that I have from when I was a little girl. The woman who lived down the road did not have any children and wanted to take a photograph for Christmas. For some reason, she wanted me in the photo. On a snowy Saturday, my mom and I went down for the photographer. The woman was in a red sleigh and I stood next to her, a big smile on my face (and probably a wad of gum hidden in my mouth!).
Later, I learned that she died of breast cancer. I often wondered about her story and that was the catalyst for The Faded Photo.
And, of course, having survived breast cancer, I wanted to share some of my experience. While the novel is not my story, there are components of it that are true, which I didn’t realize until someone else (probably Gina! ha ha) pointed out to me. In the beginning, people would come to the Chemo Cocktail Lounge with me, but after the first two or three sessions, I wouldn’t let anyone come. It was just easier to do it alone.
People don’t know how to act with someone who has cancer. And I was a-typical. I truly was very “whatever” about my cancer. Maybe I should have been more panicky or distraught.  think my laid-back attitude gave people the freedom to make a big deal about how my cancer impacted them. I got lost in the shadows of my own disease. It was a little irritating because I kept thinking, “If I can be so positive, why do other people have to be so dramatic?”
I was often sorry that I had told anyone about it! Of course, I had so many complications because of bad reconstruction that I couldn’t have hidden it from them…but what if? That thought was in the back of my mind and helped form The Faded Photo.

Do you have a favorite place you like to write?
I write all day and night, with on set time of day being a scheduled time. I do, however, love writing at night while snuggled in bed (and usually with my parrot on my head).  There’s something about the darkness that surrounds me that helps shut out the rest of the world…no distractions OR interruptions. However, between dogs, Coco, and Marc, that doesn’t usually last very long. ha ha
These days, I’m spending a lot of time at our farm in Flanders, NJ. I write in one of our trailers (camper). Coco is almost always on my shoulder or my head. She’s my velcro bird for sure.


I love how you do morning coffee's on Facebook and you are so transparent is there something fun about yourself that your readers don't know?
Where oh where do I start? :D
When I was 18, while in college, I ran away and traveled with the circus. Later, that same year, I lived in a tent in Alaska for six weeks while on an archeological dig. A moose and her calf ran through our dig one day and we all had to dart up trees.
When I was 20, I worked in Argentina for a while, reprogramming English applications into Spanish for a computer company. Yes, I’m a techno-geek.
And I hate talking on the phone. I never check my voice mail. I think I still have some unopened voicemails from two years ago on my phone.

Has Marc ever inspired any of your Characters?
Marc. Oh Marc, Marc, Marc. (smile). Yes. He has inspired two characters. The first should not come as a surprise. In Cowgirl Cat, Marcus is Marc. He has this weird relationship with Cat. They can be the best of friends or fight like cats and marc. <—get it?  For years, they battled over slippers. When Cat was little, she hated shoes and would bury ONE (just one) in the woods. She was smart. If you lose all the left shoes, you can’t wear ANY shoes. So when Marc came along and we got married, she rebelled against his slipper rule. That first Christmas, he gave her twenty pairs. And, of course, she lost all of them. ;-)
The other character might surprise my diehard readers. Rosanna Zook’s husband, Reuben, is based loosely on Marc. Ironically, when Marc read the book, he didn't recognize himself in the character. In the beginning of our marriage, there were some bumps in the road as everyone adapted to the new family dynamic. And I suffered severe PTSD from my previous marriage and, consequently, terrible divorce. After years of being emotionally, psychologically, and verbally abused, you develop a strong fight or flight mentality. It makes you stronger but it also makes you weaker. Like Reuben, Marc stepped up to plate to help me through it.
You’ll probably see another Marc-type character in one of my upcoming women’s fiction books.

Can you tell us what’s next on the horizon for your next book?
In October, I have two books being released.
First is a women’s fiction book called Heavenly Blues that deals with the issue of prescription drug abuse. The protagonist, Laura Reese, is a nurse with a crazy work schedule, demanding boss, and needy family. Sound familiar? I bet most women read that sentence and groan…they already connect with Laura. But when a nurse begins to abuse her prescriptions, you know things will spiral out of control.
Fun fact: You may recognize Laura as the nurse who takes care of Frances in The Faded Photo.
The second book is Belle, an Amish variation of Beauty and the Beast. Now, I often hear that readers don’t take the Amish genre seriously and that disheartens me, mostly because I totally get where they are coming from. A lot of the books are “boy meets girl at the fence, a miscommunication breaks them up, somehow they get back together, the end.”
However, I challenge anyone who scoffs at the Amish genre to read one of my books. I strive to provide an authentic and accurate portrayal of the Amish culture—which is easy since my family background is Mennonite and I’ve been living/staying with Amish families for over thirty years—while creating a solid literary work that steals time from the reader who, hopefully, gets lost in powerful stories. My books do not focus on the Amish, but on the characters that develop and grow within such an unique setting.   In fact, they deal with similar issues that regular people do: depression, domestic violence, death, substance abuse, even rape. There’s no fluff in my books, trust me.





A former college professor, bestselling author Sarah Price began writing full-time after she was diagnosed with cancer in 2013. She has written more than twenty novels, but The Faded Photo is her first foray into women’s fiction. Drawing on her own experiences as a survivor of both breast cancer and domestic violence, Sarah explores the issues that touch—and shape—women’s lives. Sarah lives in Morristown, New Jersey, with her husband and two children.
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Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Sarah-Price/e/B00734HBQM 


Thank you again Sarah for this great interview, I can't wait to read more from you. I just love your books. Y'all she is not kidding when she says there is no "fluff" in her Amish books which by the way thats why I love them even more. Well I hope you all enjoyed this interview as much as I have. Click the link below to be entered into the giveaway for a E-version copy of this book.



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Nov 29, 2016

To Hot to Handle Tessa Bailey (Giveaway)




ABOUT THE BOOK

Previously released as an eBook in May 2016, the first book in Tessa Bailey’s Romancing the Clarksons series is now available in print for the first time!

When rescue looks like a whole lot of trouble . . .

The road trip was definitely a bad idea. Having already flambéed her culinary career beyond recognition, Rita Clarkson is now stranded in God-Knows-Where, New Mexico, with a busted-ass car and her three temperamental siblings, who she hasn't seen in years. When rescue shows up—six-feet-plus of hot, charming sex on a motorcycle—Rita's pretty certain she's gone from the frying pan right into the fire . . . 

Jasper Ellis has a bad boy reputation in this town, and he loathes it. The moment he sees Rita, though, Jasper knows he's about to be sorely tempted. There's something real between them. Something raw. And Jasper has only a few days to show Rita that he isn't just for tonight—he's forever.





Title: TOO HOT TO HANDLE
Author: Tessa Bailey
Series: Romancing The Clarksons, #1
On Sale: November 29, 2016
Publisher: Forever
Mass Market: $5.99 USD
eBook: $2.99 USD













ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.

She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.











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Excerpt:

“So.” He plunked his beer down on the bar. “Where were you four headed in that big, rusty Suburban before Hurley reeled you in?”
She looked pensive as her shit-stomping boots started to sway back and forth, bumping the wooden rungs of the stool. “We need to be in Coney Island by New Year’s Day. So we can jump into the Atlantic Ocean.”
“Why—what?” He dropped onto the stool beside her, his drink forgotten on the bar. “That’s pretty high on the list of things I didn’t expect.”
“Oh, I know the feeling.” A beat passed. “It was our mother’s last wish.”
“I’m sorry.”
She nodded, brushing her hair back in a jerky motion, as if she were uncomfortable having someone’s undivided attention. He’d never had cause to use the word preposterous before, but that was the only way he could describe her lack of confidence. Despite the inappropriate name, the Liquor Hole was his life’s work, and, at the moment, it was nothing more than an unworthy backdrop for Rita. And, God, he was staring at her hands like an aggressive palm reader. “Most mothers want to avoid having their children turn into floating ice sculptures. What was her reason?”
“Good question.” A hint of sadness winked in her eyes, and Jasper wished he’d let the subject drop. This was what happened when he avoided talking about sex. He stumbled right into deceased parents. And yet he wasn’t sorry. Not even a little bit. He wanted to know everything. “I think…she meant it as some sort of symbolic bonding experiment. But I don’t know. We’re kind of unbondable.”
“Got the feeling I interrupted a near-melee this afternoon.”
“Aaron called my soufflé decent.” A strand of dark hair caught on her lips when she shook her head. It took one hundred percent of his impulse control not to tug it away, but she beat him to it, anyhow. “It sounds silly now.”
“Nah.” Jasper couldn’t help leaning in to get a whiff of cooking spices. “He would have had it coming just for dressing like a preacher on a weekday.”
Another one of those quiet, smoky laughs. “I guess there’s a fine line between politician and preacher.”
“Politician?” Jasper shivered, then recalled the threat Rita’s brother had leveled at his head back on the highway. “Still, I can’t help but like him for wanting you safe from a stranger. He can’t be all that bad if he worries about you.”
“Worried might be an exaggeration,” Rita said.
When her golden-brown gaze lit on his mouth, Jasper realized he’d moved into her personal space without any conscious thought. One of her knees brushed the denim covering his hip and, God help him, if the bar were empty he would’ve been between her split thighs before she could call for Jesus. For someone who hadn’t felt more than a passing appreciation for the opposite sex in years, his libido was sure trying to play catch-up tonight.
“What are you thinking about?”
Lie. He had to lie. I want to strip you down and f*ck you on this seat, but I’m trying my hand at being a gentleman, was not an acceptable line. It was too aggressive when she seemed spooked merely from his close proximity. But she was leaving, leaving his town tomorrow, and the slow-game option had been ambitious for Jasper when he knew nothing about it. So he’d tell the truth while leaving out the oh-so-dirty reality in his pants. “I was thinking it would have been a goddamn shame if you’d broken down one town over.” His voice was gravel, so he cleared it. “More than a shame. I’m kind of finding it hard to think about, if you want to know the truth.”
For long moments, he couldn’t hear a single sound in the loud bar. No music, no crunching ice or raucous laughter. And, somehow, he knew she couldn’t hear the noise, either. It was there in the perplexity of her expression. He expected her to call bullshit or make a joke, but she didn’t. She shocked him instead.
“I’ll think I’ll take that kiss now.”


   THE ROMANCING THE CLARKSONS SERIES

Too Hot To Handle, #1
Too Wild To Tame, #2
Too Hard To Forget, #3








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Luke R.C Ryan The Mallory's of Montana book #2 (giveaway)


ABOUT THE BOOK

Wild. Reckless. Stubborn. That's Luke Malloy in a nutshell. The solitary life of a rancher and the untamed Montana wilderness make him feel alive-and nothing will ever change that. Not even being thrown from his horse and forced to accept a stranger's help. The fact that this stranger is a beautiful blonde with a passion for ranching that rivals his own doesn't hurt. But there's a secret she's hiding, and Luke won't rest until he uncovers it...

Ingrid Larsen doesn't need anyone's help. Not with managing her family's ranch. Not with raising her little sister. And certainly not with the mysterious incidents occurring on her property. When this too-sexy-for-his-own-good cowboy needs a place to recover, she hopes he'll be in and out in no time flat. But just as she's beginning to trust Luke's promise of protection, Ingrid's secret threatens to tear them apart.



 Title: LUKE
Author: R. C. Ryan
Series: The Malloys of Montana, #2
On Sale: November 29, 2016
Publisher: Forever
Mass Market: $7.99 USD
eBook: $7.99 USD






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THE SERIES

Matt, #1
Luke, #2
A Cowboy’s Christmas Eve, #2.5














ABOUT THE AUTHOR

New York Times bestselling author R.C. Ryan has written more than ninety novels, both contemporary and historical.  Quite an accomplishment for someone who, after her fifth child started school, gave herself the gift of an hour a day to follow her dream to become a writer.  

In a career spanning more than twenty years, Ms. Ryan has given dozens of radio, television, and print interviews across the country and Canada, and has been quoted in such diverse publications as the Wall Street Journal and Cosmopolitan.  She has also appeared on CNN News, and Good Morning America.  

R.C. Ryan is a pseudonym of New York Times bestselling author Ruth Ryan Langan. 












Excerpt 
Luke lifted a hand to the corn silk strands dancing around her cheeks.
At once her smile fled and she jerked back. “Don’t. I told you before. I’m not Nadine.”
His eyes narrowed on her. “For the record, there’s no way I’d ever confuse you with your mother.”
“Then don’t try playing those games with me.”
“What games are we talking about?”
“You know exactly what I mean. All those sexy moves.”
“Really? Sexy?” He was grinning as he reached a hand to her hair. “Like this?”
Her chin came up. “If you want lots of hair, reach for Nadine’s.”
“Is that why you chopped yours off?” He allowed a silken strand to sift through his fingers. “To prove a point?”
“Well, aren’t you the brilliant observer. For the record, there are a lot of things Nadine does that I refuse to do. I don’t bother with makeup. And—”
“—and you try to hide your gorgeous body under this bulky shirt.” He fingered the rough collar. His smile was quick and charming. “I’ll let you in on a secret. It’s not working.”
She slapped his hand away. “Stop trying to be clever. I know what I am. I’m a rancher who’s struggling to stay on the land I love. A big sister working overtime to raise Lily to be the best she can.”
“You forgot the most important thing. You’re a woman.” His voice lowered to a near growl. “Maybe you’d like to forget that, but it’s impossible for me to overlook the fact that you’re not just a woman, but a gorgeous, amazing, very independent woman.”
She actually gasped as he leaned close.
“Just so you know, I’m going to kiss you, Ingrid.” His arms came around her and he gathered her close.
He’d known her lips would be soft and inviting. Had known it from the first time he’d looked at them. But he wasn’t prepared for the taste of her. Sweet, yet tart. So strong, and yet he could feel the way her breath hitched, alerting him to her unease.
All woman, and yet fighting it. She kept her hands at her sides, refusing to give him any encouragement.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. So don’t be afraid.” He spoke the words inside her mouth.
“I’m not—”
“Just for a moment, Ingrid, let yourself enjoy something.”
She responded with a soft purr in the back of her throat. For the space of a heartbeat he could feel her relax in his arms as she gave herself up to the moment.
A burst of heat shot through Luke’s veins. His heartbeat was thundering, keeping time with hers. He changed the angle of the kiss and took it deeper, until he could actually feel the fire.
The ground tilted beneath his feet, and he knew he was losing control. He hadn’t meant to take it this far. None of this had been planned. He’d merely wanted to kiss her and tease her a little. But now, too late, he realized that one taste of these lips would never be enough.






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