Friday, July 25, 2014

Fire Writer Friday: Linn B. Halton

Cowboy Marvin loves listening to the Written Fireside stories and is having great fun learning a little more about 


Graciously, those author who participate in the round robin stories have agreed to stop by, on certain Fridays, and visit with my curious goat.


Stopping by this Friday is






Linn B. Halton     










Hi Ms. Halton, so nice of you, and your little furry friend,
 to stop by.  



Now down to business, are you a night owl or early bird? 




Early bird, but … 

a night owl often when I’m writing.







Personally, I find that morning is the best time to find nom nom nommies,
 but to each his own.   




Moving on, who would you be, Batman or Robin?




So hard to choose … let me think … hmm. I think I’d rather be the damsel in distress, knowing there were two rescuers at hand! 

If you are ever in distress,
 dear damsel, 
send out the Goat Signal.  






Would you take a taxi or a limo if they were the same price?





A taxi, every time. 








I rode in a lot of limousines when I was young as my father was in the business. Of course they were a more classic shape then, my favourite was a classic Bentley limousine. The stretch ones just don’t do it for me, I’m afraid. I’m a classic car sort of gal. 




FYI these are classic goat carts. 

The best for human travel in my humble opinion.  






Moving on, what was the last song you listened to? 


It’s on my iPod loop as it was one of the records I listened to whilst writing my first novel, five years ago. 
Brings back memories!  



Cool song.  Do you sing along with him? 



I love to sing along with humans. 
Everything sounds better with a goat.



So, what about your taste in movies, do you like scary, comedy, romance or adventure?





Romance,
 
then comedy. 

I have to be in the right mood 

for scary!  








I don't do scary.

 I'm a goat of peace, 
but I can be quite romantic. 

What light through yonder window breaks? 

 It is the west, Oregon, where the sun makes blackberries juicy.




What season do you like best, Spring, Summer, Winter or Fall? 






Spring, always.  


Oh yes, definitely,

spring is great!

    Tons of green munchies.    


Would you tell me a place you've never been to,
 but would love to visit?






The Appalachian mountains

One day …






Looks appetizing.

Maybe some day I'll join the 

 Southern Appalachian Conservatory 

when they herd goats,

and get a belly full.




Tell me, would you swim in the ocean or a pool? 


More like which would I be running away from (the pool, I love walking by the ocean).

I can’t swim and am scared of deep water!






Keeping your hooves on dry land, is best, I agree. 


After all, what proper food is in water?  



How would you go camping - sleeping bag under the stars, tent, trailer, fancy RV, or a hotel with room service?




Did the tent once. 

Hotel with room service please.  





That looks mighty tasty but this goat hasn't found many hotels willing to serve him.



Guess I'll have to stick with a tent and self serve breakfast.     



One last question.  A goat walks through your door right now wearing a cowboy hat.  What does he say and why is he there?


“You can tell Mr Tiggs I’m here. Pay-back time!”


Mr Tiggs is my cat and he has the face of Brad Pitt and the swagger of John Wayne. He’s a strong defender of his ‘turf’ and if Goat strayed into his territory the fight would be on. 



Linn was a Fire Writer for 
in 
Changes  



Linn is a multi-published author.

Her latest book


will be available 23 September 2014





Katie’s relationship has had more than its fair share of problems. After a difficult few years things begin to pick up and Katie finally realises her dream of opening up a bakery. Sweet Occasions specialises in novelty and celebration cakes, plus the most inspiring range of cupcakes anyone could possibly ask for!

Utilising her passion and skill helps to inject happiness back into her life, but it’s short-lived as things begin to fall apart. The reality is that you need to run a business with your heart AND your head. 

Help is at hand in the shape of her partner, Steve. He has the necessary experience, but does Katie want to tie herself to him financially, as well as personally?

Then one rainy, wintry day a bedraggled customer steps inside the door to order a cake … 

Sometimes a turning point centres around one single moment in time: sometimes it takes two Christmases and three birthdays …






Linn's bio: 

I live in a small village in Gloucestershire with the man I fell in love with, virtually at first sight. We were at a party and our eyes ‘met’ across a crowded room! My days are spent with characters who become friends and Mr Tiggs, a feline with catitude. I always knew that one day I would write romantic novels, but I never dreamed they would have a psychic twist! I’ve experienced many ‘unexplainable’ things, but it took a long time for me to accept the reality of what that means. Love, life and beyond…  but it’s ALWAYS about the romance!



Thanks for stopping by Linn!


Friday, July 18, 2014

First Fight Friday: Plus One is a Lucky Number by Teresa F. Morgan

Goats solve their differences head-on. They don’t give the silent treatment or yell, they butt heads, and then it’s over.

Cowboy Marvin has learned humans resolve issues differently especially those romantically involved. His curiosity sparked, he has invited authors to stop by on Fridays and share the first fight from one of their books.



Fellow Harper Impulse author, and a Fire Writer for multiple 
Written Fireside stories  

{Check out her 
Fire Writer Friday 
interview with Cowboy Marvin}



Teresa F. Morgan 
                
is here for ...

First Fight Friday 

with a scene from 


Plus One is a Lucky Number


A bridesmaid in a wedding where the best man is the ex Sophie would rather forget, she brings her dreamy but distant co-worker Adam Reid as her plus one, a pretend ‘Perfect Boyfriend’. Pretence soon leads to passion, and they must decide; is their relationship real or is it all for show?


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“Sophie! Stop, please!”
She glanced over her shoulder and quickened her pace. Three inch heels weren’t good for running.

“I don’t want to talk about this.” 
She waved an arm out and shook her head. She felt so stupid. She continued along the path, now lit by little solar lamps. She wanted to escape. 

The air was cooling, and she could hear the sea crashing on the beach below, rhythmic and fierce. The sun setting created an orange glow on the horizon. It was all beautiful but none of it settled her. Her anger felt like the waves, attacking the beach in surges. It kept beating at her chest, tightening her throat.

A part of her hurt, not because of who the woman was, but because whatever Zoe had just experienced with Adam had been real. Adam only pretended with Sophie and maybe now she realised she’d like it to be true. She couldn’t admit that though, not unless she knew Adam felt the same.

Which he didn’t, of course.

Adam grabbed her arm, and swung her around to face him. He swept her hair back off her face and made her look into his eyes, his body unbearably close to hers.

“I swear, she was coming on to me. Seeing you, she launched at me. Literally.” He gripped her firmly as if to take control. She glared at the hands on her arms, and he loosened his grip, but he wouldn’t let her go. She wasn’t going to give in, fall for his bloody charm and his excuses.

Oh, how history repeated itself.

Simon never took the full brunt of her feelings. Adam would, if so insistent to talk about it. She may seem like some shrinking violet but she had toughened up. No way would she let this go unsaid.

“Come with me.” Adam took her hand and made her walk, further from the hotel. They came across a gazebo, covered in jasmine and honeysuckle, and in the night air, it carried the scent of these delicate flowers.

Sophie would not be a delicate flower.

She scowled, knowing her tears were visible now. “How could you? This whole bloody lie was about making me look happy, falling for someone too good to be true.” She laughed sourly at her own comments. “And it is, isn’t it? Too good to be true. Because you've made me look like a fool.” Anger filled her, from head to toe she trembled.

“Listen to me. I wasn’t, I swear.”

Sophie laughed caustically at him. “And I’m supposed to believe you. I know what your sort are like, Adam – James told me! A pretty girl only need to smile at you, flutter her eyelashes and you, you, you ...” She thumped her fist onto his chest as her eyes filled with tears.

“What? What do I do, Sophie?” Adam raised his voice, pushing her away. “So, I go out with a lot of attractive women. I’m not a cheat. And this weekend I made you a promise, and I take them very seriously.”

“Why her?”

“What?”

“Her?”

“Are you even listening to me? What about her? I don’t even know who the hell she is!” Adam turned away, frustrated and angry, combing his hand through his hair. He glared back. “Do you want to tell me? Or is this something else you've forgotten to let me in on?”


Sophie glared in silence, his coldness shocking her.

“You’ve got a nerve.” Adam’s tone chilled her bones. His fists were clenched, his cheeks hollowed with tension, and he paced. Sophie hadn’t seen him so angry; this morning with Simon didn’t come close. “You stood there and let James talk me into coming away with you, knowing full well you were a bridesmaid, I’d be facing an arsehole of an ex-boyfriend, and some crazy tart determined to get back at you. What did you do to her?”

“What did I do?” Sophie snapped. “I found her in bed with Simon. That’s what I did!” she screamed. A tear started to run down her cheek. She instantly tried wiping it with the back of her hand, trying to control her emotion. Adam probably didn’t do emotional train wrecks, so she needed to get control and fast. Besides, she shouldn’t give another man the satisfaction of her tears. “And I had no idea she’d be here.”

“Oh, shit... Sophie, I’m sorry.” Adam shook his head, moving closer towards her, but she took a step back, not quite finding the trust in him yet. “That explains something she said.”

“What?” Sophie sniffed, and took a deep breath. Control. Breathe.

“Oh, about you two sharing men.” Adam’s voice calmed, and he placed both hands on her shoulders. She let him.

“She said that? Damn, I want to kill her.”

“Sophie, I swear, she was coming on to me. If you’d given me one more minute, you’d have seen me shove her away.”

Sophie burst into tears, no longer able to keep her emotions in check.

“Hey.” Adam gently pulled her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around him, burying her head into his neck, all her anger dispersing, finding comfort in him. One of his hands rested behind her neck and stroked gently. “Just let it go. She’s not worth it.”

Adam held her tightly, his hand soothing her, and she could feel his strength. Her arms circled around his lean, solid body. He pressed against her, protecting and supporting her. His scent, now her favourite smell ever, calmed her.

“I’m sorry, I should have trusted you. I reacted the worse way possible.”

“Look at it this way - you reacted as she hoped, but she’s going to be so mad when she sees it hasn't worked.”

She looked up at him, trying to wipe away her tears and embarrassment. “I‘m so sorry,” she whispered.

Adam kissed her forehead. Forgiveness? She closed her eyes, savouring his touch.

“It’s okay. In your shoes, I would have responded the same way.” He wiped a tear off her cheek with his knuckle.

“Am I forgiven for being so crap at telling you about this weekend?”

“Yes,” he said softly, all traces of anger gone. Holding her close, staring down, her heart beat that bit faster again. Would he kiss her? They were on their own. It wasn't needed. Was it? Yet, she wanted him to kiss her, really kiss her. He pulled away, smiling at her. She hid her disappointment by returning a wicked smile.

“Can I rub you right in front of her nose?”

Adam’s eyes widened and Sophie laughed, gently wiping her face. Oh God, she probably looked a mess.

“Metaphorically speaking, of course,” she said.


Copyright © Teresa F. Morgan

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Plus One is a Lucky Number by Teresa F. Morgan


The wedding favour... 


Sophie’s going to a wedding where the invite is strictly plus one… but with her single girl status not exactly fitting in with the bridesmaid dress code, and the best man being none other than the ex she would rather forget, Sophie needs a favour and she needs it fast!

Luckily for Sophie, her dreamy but distant co-worker Adam Reid owes their mutual friend James big time…and his gorgeousness more than fills the role of the ‘Perfect Boyfriend’!

As they take off to the sunny shores of Cornwall for the wedding weekend, it’s not long before pretence leads to passion and Sophie and Adam must decide; is their relationship real or is it all for show?




Plus One is a Lucky Number
is available to buy at these places:

Amazon | Google Play |

 KOBO iTUNES SAINSBURYS NOOK


Teresa's bio:

I live in sunny Weston-super-Mare, trying to hold onto my Surrey accent where I was born and bred.

For years I persevered with boring jobs, until my two boys joined my nest. In an attempt to find something to work around them, and to ensure I never endured full time boredom again, I found writing.

I’m at my happiest baking cakes, putting proper home cooked dinners on the table (whether the kids eat them or not), reading a good romance, or sitting at my PC emptying my thoughts onto the screen.

I love writing contemporary romance, stories with a touch of escapism and creating heroes readers will fall in love with. Men who in reality, let’s face it, just don’t exist.


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Thanks for sharing Teresa!

Friday, July 11, 2014

First Fight Friday: The Life You Left by Carmel Harrington

Goats solve their differences head-on. They don’t give the silent treatment or yell, they butt heads, and then it’s over.

Cowboy Marvin has learned humans resolve issues differently especially those romantically involved. His curiosity sparked, he has invited authors to stop by on Fridays and share the first fight out of their latest book.


Fellow Harper Impulse author, and a Fire Writer for multiple 
Written Fireside stories  

{Check out her 
Fire Writer Friday 
interview with Cowboy Marvin}



Carmel Harrington is here for ...

First Fight Friday 

with a scene from 


The Life You left


From Carmel: "As most of my fight scenes would have had to have a huge banner over them saying SPOILER but this piece, while a little different, works perfectly. 

Please enjoy this scene, where Sarah comes face to face for the first time, with a man that she believes is responsible for the brutal murder of a young woman."


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Her eyes moved to the last of the group, she didn’t recognise him at first. But as she got closer she stopped in shock and with her heart pounding she took in his face. Although she had never met this man before, there was no doubt that she did recognise him. He was the man from her dream, the man that was on a date with Rachel Finch. She started to shake.

‘Sarah, what’s up?’ James said as he took in his sisters white face. ‘You’re as white as a ghost!’

Sarah couldn’t answer him.

‘Come on over and have a brandy. You look like you need it!’ said one of the men in the group. ‘It’s an awful day for everyone.’

Before Sarah could protest a brandy was produced and placed in front of her. She picked it up and took a large gulp. The warmth of the brandy immediately hit the back of her throat, burning it, and the sharpness gave her the jolt she needed to finally be able to speak.

‘Thanks.’ She nodded at her neighbour.

James went around the group introducing each of them to Sarah. He finally came to the mystery man.

‘And this guy is Mal Wickham. Mal, meet my twin sister Sarah.’

Mal smiled at Sarah. ‘See she got the looks, James!’ he joked as he shook Sarah’s hand.

His hands were rough, and scratched Sarah. She shuddered as she remembered noticing the hands in her dream two nights ago. ‘I’ve farmer’s hands.’ he said, holding the culprits up. He flashed a look of annoyance at Sarah and she realised that he had noticed her shudder and he didn’t like it. They were big hands and as he waved them in front of Sarah, she had a flash of something. She flinched, almost feeling the pain as she saw images of a blunt piece of driftwood making contact with Rachel’s body.

A dog is barking as he tries to defend his mistress. But neither the dog nor the young woman are a match for the man standing in front of them. Rachel screams in horror as she tries to protect her body from the assault. She tries to run but he is too quick for her and she falls to the ground all the time begging him to stop.


Copyright © Carmel Harrington

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The Life You Left by Carmel Harrington


The life you lived. 

The life you loved. 

The life you left…

For fans of Jojo Moyes and Cecelia Ahern.


It started out like any other day for Sarah Lawler; getting the kids ready for school, making the pack lunches and juggling baby Ella’s feeds.

There was no way of knowing that her husband, Paul, would leave for work that morning and simply not come home.

Now the questions are piling up quicker than the unpaid bills and, unable to answer her children’s questions about where their Daddy is, Sarah is getting desperate.

But it turns out she isn’t quite as alone as she thought she was. When her beloved childhood friend, Edward, comes back into her life, Sarah thinks she’s finally been thrown a life line.

There’s just one problem with Edward: 
Sarah is the only person who can see him.



“Carmel Harrington has done it again! Brilliantly written… it surpasses all expectations.” BestChickLit.com

"The Life You Left is a warm, uplifting novel about change, trust and instinct. A cross between Celia Ahern and an episode of Medium, it will have you looking over your shoulder to see if there’s someone watching your back……….
A perfect summer read, grab the sun hat, a glass of wine, get out into the garden and enjoy!" -BLEACHHOUSELIBRARY


"The Life You Left doesn’t follow the same path as her first novel, Beyond Grace’s Rainbow. It is better! It is mature and beautifully written in such a way that the story line once again, envelops the reader from beginning to end." -CHICKLITCLUB

"It’s dark and it’s heartbreaking, but it has a life that runs through these that makes you smile and enjoy it more.
Yet again a life lesson has been given through her words and for me this not only proves what an amazing book this is, but what a discovery Carmel Harrington is to the literary world." 
-BOOKGEEKWEARSPAJAMAS

"After a great start to this book, I loved how it just kept getting better. The Life You Left had everything – from family, love, protectiveness to more harder-hitting and sensitive issues. I really connected with Sarah in this novel and her wonderful, strong personality makes her probably my favourite leading character in any book I can remember reading." -REVEIWEDTHEBOOK

"The Life You Left will be long remembered by me after the final page. It has a mixture of laughs and tears, love and heartbreak. But to me the book showed that with love, friends and family even your lowest moments can be overcome. Be strong, hold you head high and believe that nothing is impossible." -JILLLOVESTOREAD



The Life You Left
is available to buy at these places:



Carmel's bio:
Carmel Harrington is an Irish author of contemporary fiction, published with Harper Collins. She has won several international awards including Kindle Book of Year and Romantic eBook of Year in 2013, for her debut novel Beyond Grace’s Rainbow, which was a No. 1 eBook bestseller. Her latest novel, The Life You Leftwas published in June 2014 and is already receiving rave reviews, where Carmel has been dubbed, ‘The Irish Jodi Picoult!’

Carmel has been interviewed on RTE1’s Today Show, TV3’s IrelandAM and The Morning Show and also in USA on Indiana’s WNDUTV, plus has been a regular guest on radio stations nationally, including BBCRadio1 Ulster, RTERadio1, Newstalk and many regional stations. She has written articles for The Irish Independent, The Daily Mail, The Evening Herald & Woman’s Way.

Carmel lives with her husband Roger and young children Amelia and Nate in a small coastal village in her beloved Wexford, where the idyllic setting is a constant source of inspiration to her. To find out lots more about Carmel, go to www.carmelharrington.com



Follow Carmel Harrington online

Thanks for sharing Carmel!

Friday, July 4, 2014

First Fight Friday: Touched to the Heart by Elsa Winckler


Goats solve their differences head-on. They don’t give the silent treatment or yell, they butt heads, and then it’s over.
Cowboy Marvin has learned humans resolve issues differently especially those romantically involved. His curiosity sparked, he has invited authors to stop by on Fridays and share a first fight from one of their books.





Elsa Winckler      




    is here for ...



First Fight Friday 

with a scene from 

Touched to the Heart

When it comes to men, if physiotherapist Caitlin Sutherland didn't have bad luck, she would have no luck at all. 

Don Cavallo has his own issues with the other sex. But when this sexy physio puts her hands on his back she not only touches his body, but also his heart. 

They've both been burned before, but neither of them can stop themselves from playing with fire.

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Don waited until they were through the doors before he turned back to Caitlin. ‘So my brother gets a hug but not me?’ he asked and took her hand. ‘Come with me,’ he growled and quickly walked towards his office just down the corridor.

She tried to pull her hand out of his, but he held on tightly.

He opened the door and motioned her inside.

‘Don, really, I don’t have time for this. My sister —’

‘…is in the hospital and I’ll take you and your mother to her in a moment.’

Caitlin sighed and folded her arms. ‘Look, Don, you are obviously involved with someone. I don’t understand what you want from me.’

He put his hands in the pockets of his trousers. It was either in there or around her neck. ‘Oh, I’m involved with someone. Really?’

‘I saw the picture,’ she said.

He walked towards his desk and lifted a newspaper page from the desk. ‘This one?’ he asked and held the page out to her. She looked at it and nodded.

‘I came to your room last night, I was worried sick and had to see for myself that you were fine. You nearly dragged me into the bed with you, I had to force myself to leave you and this morning…’ His voice had steadily risen and he stopped talking.

Her eyes widened. ‘So I didn’t dream it?’ she whispered. ‘You were really there? In my room?’

He nodded. ‘I was in your room. I had to see you and if you hadn’t been through such an ordeal, I would have woken up beside you this morning.’ He walked until he stood toe to toe with her. ‘I’m not involved with her,‘ he said and pointed towards the picture.

‘But…’ Caitlin began but he shook his head and placed his hands on her shoulders.

‘I know many people, men and women. But I don’t cheat and I don’t lie. I also don’t explain myself. You either believe me or you don’t.’

Caitlin stared up at him, hundreds of thoughts racing through her head. She didn’t even trust her own father and this man was asking her to trust him, someone she barely knew.

The picture of him with another woman in the paper had left her bewildered and hurt. And now, if she understood him correctly, even though he wasn’t going to explain the why and the how about the other woman, he thought she should trust him.

She lifted her chin and crossed her arms in front of her. What she wanted to do was burst into tears and rant and rave about everything, but not in front of Don. She could at least try to keep herself together and not fall completely apart.

Her sister was her main priority at the moment. ‘You’re right. You don’t owe me any explanations,’ she said coolly and walked to the door. ‘I’m here for Hannah and I can’t think about anything else right now.’

He stared at her for a moment longer then he nodded. ‘Fine. Let’s forget you nearly pulled me into bed with you last night. Let’s have breakfast, then I’ll take you and your mother to your sister.’ The sarcasm in his words wasn’t hard to catch.

He moved towards the door to open it but she quickly opened it herself and walked towards the breakfast room. She didn’t need anyone to do things for her, she could open a bloody door by herself. And she didn’t pull him into bed with her last night. Did she?

Copyright © Elsa Winckler

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Touched to the Heart by Elsa Winckler 

Discover beautiful South Africa in this sweet, heart-warming Cinderella story about a blogger, a billionaire, and one chance meeting.

When it comes to men, if physiotherapist Caitlin Sutherland didn't have bad luck, she would have no luck at all. To help cope, Caitlin starts blogging in her spare time, about the types of men she meets and the bad dates she goes on.

While on duty during the annual Wines to Whales bicycle race, a gorgeous, sweaty cyclist walks in and sets her hormones dancing. But he is Don Cavallo; one of the four Cavallo brothers — hotel tycoons, famous as much for their business skills as for the number of beauties regularly seen on their arms.

Don Cavallo has his own issues with the other sex. He has yet to find one who is interested in him and not in his money or hotels. But when this sexy physio puts her hands on his back she not only touches his body, but also his heart.

They've both been burned before, but neither of them can stop themselves from playing with fire.


Touched to the Heart 

is available on


Bio:

I have been reading love stories for as long as I can remember and when I ‘met’ the classic authors like Jane Austen, Elizabeth Gaskell, Henry James The Brontë sisters, etc. during my studies, I was hooked for life.

I married my college boyfriend and soul mate and after 39 years, 3 beautiful children and 3 grandchildren, he still makes me weak in the knees. We are fortunate to live in the picturesque little seaside village of Betty's Bay, South Africa with the ocean a block away and a beautiful mountain right behind us. And although life so far has not always been an easy ride, it has always been an exiting and interesting one!

I like the heroines in my stories to be beautiful, feisty, independent and headstrong. And the heroes must be strong but possess a generous amount of sensitivity. They are of course, also gorgeous! My stories typically incorporate the family background of the characters to better understand where they come from and who they are when we meet them in the story.

Follow Elsa Winckler online


              
Thanks for sharing Elsa!

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