Showing posts with label novella. Show all posts
Showing posts with label novella. Show all posts

Friday, June 19, 2015

First Fight Friday: Something Borrowed, Something Blue by Lynda Haviland from the Magical Weddings box set


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.




Author  


Lynda Haviland


     is here for...






First Fight Friday 

with a scene from 

Something Borrowed, Something Blue


Veronica grew up hopelessly in love with Davis. 

On the eve of his wedding, she has one last chance for love. 
Can she crash his wedding? 

Not if Lucas, Davis' younger brother, can help it. 

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Courage. She needed courage to get through this night.

She’d barely taken her first sip of champagne and surveyed the lush surroundings of the lounge on the main deck when she felt the presence of a Crowley approach her.

“Roni Milano?” Familiar cool blue eyes widened with recognition.

She met his gaze with her own, determination lending her temporary confidence. “Hello, Lucas. It’s Veronica now.”

“Veronica. You look great.” His voice was deeper than she remembered.

“All grown up.” She twirled the end of curl. “A long way from pigtails and freckles.”

“And food in your hair.”

His wide smile caught her off guard and she laughed. “Yeah. I’m much better with a knife now.”

He sobered quickly. “I will definitely keep that in mind.” He grabbed a champagne flute from a passing tray and drained it to the last drop. Veronica’s spine shuddered when his eyes fixed on her again ­– narrowed with suspicion. His stance stiffened. “Are you here with one of our guests?”

“Why? Couldn’t I possibly be an invited guest on my own?” She heard the defensiveness in her own voice, but she refused to be swept aside. He might have those same gorgeous eyes, but he wasn’t Davis. And she wasn’t going to leave without seeing Davis.

“Of course not. I know the wedding list.” He leaned in close to her ear to whisper. “Sorry. I have a very vivid picture in my mind of the last time I saw you.”

“Of course you remember me kissing your brother.” She knew he’d meant to shock her, so she winked back. “You were the one who interrupted us.”

“Then tell me you’re not here to pick up where you left off.”

“So this is my hello, Lucas?” She deepened her voice to mimic his. “Wow, you look great but you shouldn’t be here. Davis is getting married this weekend.”

“Precisely. And you’re not the one who’s wearing the bridal gown.”

“You really don’t trust me.”

“You avoided my question.”

“I batted my eyes at the big bouncer at the door.”

“Hardly your style.”

“Lucas, most girls grow out of their tomboy phase.”

His eyes moved slowly down her body with obvious pauses over each of her assets. He trailed his fingers across the smooth silk hugging her hips. “Only you would wear black to his wedding.”

Before she could respond he grabbed the invitation from her hand to inspect it.

“It feels authentic.” He still sounded skeptical.

“I didn’t forge it.”

“But you could. You made a helluva convincing fake I.D. in high school so you could follow Davis into the dance clubs.”

She laughed bitterly. “You remember all the best things about me.”

Copyright © Lynda Haviland
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Something Borrowed, Something Blue by Lynda Haviland

Veronica grew up shy, invisible, and hopelessly 
in love with Davis, 
the older of the Crowley brothers. 

When she returns home on the eve of Davis’ wedding, she has one last chance to try for the love 
she's always been denied. 

Will she succeed in crashing his wedding? Not if Lucas Crowley, the younger brother, can help it. 
But how far will Lucas go to stop her?




Something Borrowed, Something Blue 
is a contemporary novella in




The Magical Weddings Box Set
15 authors, 15 books, 15 happy endings!

Whether real or only in the hearts of the bride and groom, the magic of weddings is undeniable. And irresistible! As these 15 enchanting happily-ever-afters by bestselling and award-winning authors prove.

From sweet to spicy, the romances bundled into this set, 14 of them new releases, cross time and unite hearts, cast spells of laughter, battle wedding jitters and fight back tears, while weaving love’s hopeful magic throughout 1400 pages.

Available Now!


About Lynda:

Lynda Haviland, writer of paranormal suspense, is the author of the Age of Awakening series of fantasy romances. She admits to being heavily influenced by hazelnut coffee, red wine, and pop culture. Something Borrowed, Something Blue is a stand-alone romantic novella written for the Magical Weddings Boxed Set. But Nellie Pearle can’t be contained. Look for her and other oddly entertaining residents of Pearl Key in an upcoming paranormal suspense series.

 
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Friday, June 12, 2015

First Fight Friday: The Dress by Eve Devon from the Magical Weddings box set


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.



Author  


Eve Devon


     is here for...






First Fight Friday 

with a scene from 

The Dress
City of Bath, England 2015

Cait is curious to know why Matthew has returned 
for their friends’ wedding so early.

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“I don’t understand,” she said, following him into a recently opened café that she had been meaning to try. The interior was dark but welcoming, with a Natural World theme that she liked.

“You don’t understand that I didn’t want to be the kind of best man who flies in, gives a speech, and then flies out again?” Matthew asked quietly.

Anger came swift and loosened her tongue. “I find it hard to believe that a schedule that saw you unable to get back for Guy’s birthday, or his and Rosie’s engagement party, could suddenly free up enough time for you to arrive well before the eleventh hour. Aren’t you supposed to be navigating rapids in the jungle and filming the results, or something?”

She joined the queue, which was naturally much shorter than the one she had left and risked another glance at him. He had always had this way of looking at her. As if he knew something about her that she didn’t know herself.

It was so arrogant, Cait thought. So annoying. So- “Oh my God,” Cait whispered, with a sudden inkling as to exactly why he had found the time to come back more than three weeks before their friends’ wedding. She licked her lips and pushed the words out. “You’re here because of me?”

Two years drifted away and she was back in the apartment Guy and Matthew had shared, drunk and upset and pouring her heart out to a man who showed absolutely no sympathy and who, the following day, when she was sober and completely mortified, wouldn’t even let her recant.

What the hell did he think she was going to do? Stand up at Rosie and Guy’s wedding ceremony and object?

“You really think I’m that person?” she managed to get out, every cell in her body ready to reject his answer.

Matthew stood staring down at her, his eyes searching hers, and then confidently he said, “No. I don’t think you are that person.”

The relief racing through her had her swaying a tiny step towards him.

“Not if I won’t let you be,” he added.


Copyright © Eve Devon
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The Dress by Eve Devon

Venice, 1615 and instead of the man her father wants her to marry, lacemaker Caterina dreams of Matheo. But when she dabbles with magical lace, she falls foul of the ruling family, altering not only her destiny, but Matheo’s too, and now imprisoned, Caterina must design a way to entwine their fates again.

England, 2015 and when Cait bumps into Matthew, back from his travels for their friends’ wedding, the spark between them flares instantly. 

But is it another case of the right place at the wrong time for this bridesmaid and best man, or can a dress from Cait’s lace exhibition at the Museum of Fashion weave its magic through the fabric of time, and unite their destinies, too?



The Dress 
is a novella in




The Magical Weddings Box Set
15 authors, 15 books, 15 happy endings!

Whether real or only in the hearts of the bride and groom, the magic of weddings is undeniable. And irresistible! As these 15 enchanting happily-ever-afters by bestselling and award-winning authors prove.


From sweet to spicy, the romances bundled into this set, 14 of them new releases, cross time and unite hearts, cast spells of laughter, battle wedding jitters and fight back tears, while weaving love’s hopeful magic throughout 1400 pages.

available June 16th on
pre-order your copy now!





More from Eve Devon






Love is what happens to you 
when you’re busy making other plans…









And check out Eve's previous First Fight Fridays










The Waiting Game





Eve's Bio: Growing up in locations like Botswana and Venezuela gave me quite the taste for adventure and my love for romances began when my mother shoved one into my hands in a desperate attempt to keep me quiet during TV coverage of the Wimbledon tennis finals!

When I wasn’t consuming books by the bucket-load, I could be found pretending to be a damsel in distress or running around solving mysteries and writing down my adventures. As a teenager, I wrote countless episodes of TV detective dramas so the hero and heroine would end up together every week. As an adult, I worked in a library to conveniently continue consuming books by the bucket-load, until realising I was destined to write contemporary romance and romantic suspense myself. I live in leafy Surrey in the UK, a book-devouring, slightly melodramatic, romance-writing sassy heroine with my very own sexy hero husband!

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Friday, June 5, 2015

First Fight Friday: Her Wedding Wager by Leigh Michaels from the Magical Weddings Box Set


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.





Author  


Leigh Michaels


     is here for...








First Fight Friday 

with a scene from 


Her Wedding Wager
Celia's doomed to an arranged marriage-
unless she can win the most important bet of her life!

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Celia nibbled her lower lip. “Tell me honestly, Simon. Do you think I should give up the house party? Send my regrets to Lady Stone and miss the wedding?”

“Hell, no.”

“Don’t pussyfoot about hurting my feelings!” She shuddered. “I’m afraid if I don’t stand up to Uncle on this matter, we’re likely to find ourselves at the altar before Christmas.”

“He seems to have entirely forgotten that he was initially opposed to your going.”

“Really?” Her eyes brightened. “He won’t stand in my way?”

“It seems not. It was brilliant of you to make it a sporting event.”

“I can hardly take credit for you proposing a wager – but if it accomplishes my purpose, I suppose I must be grateful for your suggestion.”

“That reminds, me, Silly – we never set the stakes.”

She shrugged. “Fifty guineas?”

“That’s hardly worth the bother. What happened to your confidence? Of course, you’re putting a lot of faith in this so-called fairy godmother. What if she turns out to be a witch instead?”

She tipped her head to one side. “You should want me to win, Simon, because my victory will set you free too. If I lose, Uncle Rupert will redouble his efforts to marry us off to each other. Very well – let’s make it five hundred. That’s a small price to pay for your freedom.”

“That sum should be enough to keep your mind focused,” he said dryly. “Done.”

She held out her hand. “And don’t forget the public apology you promised when I win.”


Copyright © Leigh Michaels
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Her Wedding Wager by Leigh Michaels




Celia's doomed to an arranged marriage-
unless she can win the most important bet of her life!




Leigh Michaels has a knack for bringing characters to life. Until the very end I was unsure of the outcome for the characters I had come to love ... Reminiscent of Jane Austen. -Suite 101







Her Wedding Wager 
is a Regency novella in




The Magical Weddings Box Set
15 authors, 15 books, 15 happy endings!

Whether real or only in the hearts of the bride and groom, the magic of weddings is undeniable. And irresistible! As these 15 enchanting happily-ever-afters by bestselling and award-winning authors prove.

From sweet to spicy, the romances bundled into this set, 14 of them new releases, cross time and unite hearts, cast spells of laughter, battle wedding jitters and fight back tears, while weaving love’s hopeful magic throughout 1400 pages.

available June 16th on
pre-order your copy now!




More by Leigh Michaels



LEIGH MICHAELS is the award-winning and national best-selling author of more than 100 books, including historical romance, contemporary romance, and non-fiction. More than 35 million copies of her books are in print in 25 languages and 120 countries. A six-time finalist in the RITA contest, she teaches romance writing at Gotham Writers Workshop and is the author of On Writing Romance. HER WEDDING WAGER is a novella set in the Regency period.

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Friday, March 27, 2015

First Fight Friday: Harsh Climate by Camille LaGuire


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.




Author  

Camille LaGuire


     is here for ...




First Fight Friday 

with a scene from

Harsh Climate
In the cold of winter, two teens run away. 

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From Chapter 1:


Clyde Watkins turned the battered Oldsmobile into the driveway on Windsor Street. He was seventeen and not dressed for the weather: no socks, worn sneakers, and just an extra sweatshirt for warmth. It was his own damn fault. He'd left his coat at a party somewhere, and he never did like socks.

He hesitated before getting out, but it wasn't really the cold wind or snow. He looked with trepidation at the house. Even inside the car he thought he could hear yelling. Mr. Bleur, Vicki's dad, was not happy. He was a state trooper and he scared the hell out of Clyde. But there was no point in delaying. Vicki wanted a rescue so he was there to provide it.

Clyde threw himself out of the car and ran to the house. Tiny ice crystals worked their way into his shoes, making his ankles ache. He ducked his head and jumped up on the porch and knocked.

Inside he could hear Vicki shouting.

"That's what's wrong with you!" she said. "You don't care!"

"Oh, sure," roared the voice of her father, so loud he must have been standing near the door. "Miss Teen-Queen I-don't-care girl is telling me I don't care."

"I care! I care about everything," screamed Vicki. "You don't even know how to care any more. You're just a cynical old fart!"

Clyde sighed. It was not going to get any better and he was cold. He knocked again, louder this time. The door jerked open and Mr. Bleur glared down at him.

"Oh, Christ, it's Poughkeepsie," he said, as if Clyde were just a package left on the step-a package Mr. Bleur was not much interested in receiving.

"Actually I'm from-" began Clyde, but he was interrupted by Vicki, who stood on the stairs behind her father.

"That's Denver," she said firmly. "And tell him I'll be right there."

"-I'm from Toledo," continued Clyde, "and my name is-"

Mr. Bleur shut the door in his face as if Clyde wasn't even there.

Clyde stood on the porch and considered whether this was worth it. He was about to strike out on the open road with the most interesting girl in school. Worth it. But there was no point in just standing there on the cold porch. Vicki needed a ride.

He tried the knob, and found the door was not locked. He pushed it open and stepped into the warmth of the house.

Mr. Bleur was glaring up the stairs after his daughter. He didn't turn around to look at Clyde, but he knew he was there.

"She's not going anywhere, Poughkeepsie, so you can just forget it," he said.

"My name is-" began Clyde one more time, but then Mr. Bleur turned to glare at him. Man that guy had a tough glare. Clyde backed away a step.

"Are you her boyfriend now?"

"No?" said Clyde. They'd never dated, they were just friends more or less, so he assumed that was true.

Mr. Bleur turned and shouted up the stairs.

"So is this your fag ballet partner?"

"Don't be a homophobe!" shouted Vicki from somewhere upstairs.

"No, I'm not," said Clyde. He supposed he shouldn't be a homophobe either, but he didn't want that misunderstood.

"So what are you doing here?" growled Mr. Bleur, but he didn't wait for an answer. He slapped the air dismissively, with a force that could have knocked over a horse, and went into the next room.

Clyde stood alone in the entryway, and looked after Bleur.

"I... guess I don't have any purpose here whatsoever," he said. He stepped to the bottom of the stairs and called up. "Vicki?"

"I'll be right there, Denver," she called from somewhere out of sight.

"No she won't!" roared her father from the next room.

"I'll wait in the car," said Clyde.

"It'll be a long wait!" called Mr. Bleur.

Clyde went back to the car, figuring that Mr. Bleur was probably wrong.

It was so cold in the car already. One of the windows didn't quite close and the wind seemed to sneak in, like one of those evil mists in a horror movie. He considered starting the car to let the heater run, but he wasn't sure about the gas. If they were going all the way to Colorado then they were going to need gas.

At least he thought they were going to Colorado. Vicki had been calling him Denver ever since he agreed to drive, but she'd never actually said where she wanted to go. She was kind of obnoxious, really, but Clyde had this philosophy about people. If you let them get to you, you miss out on a lot of life. If you get offended all the time, you might not notice something really cool right there on the other side of the insult. Besides, life's too short to deal with other people's shit.

So he sat and shivered and considered whether he should start calling himself Denver, The Ride Guy. Everybody else was calling him Denver now at school.

Vicki came running around from the back of the house. She must have snuck out. She was hauling a large suitcase with her. She just made it to the car when her father threw open a window.

"Is that a suitcase? Where the heck are you going?"

Vicki threw the suitcase in the back seat.

"Go!" she yelled and she jumped into the passenger seat.

Clyde started the car. Of course it took a minute to turn over. Mr. Bleur disappeared from the window, and he knew it would be only a minute before he'd come running out the door. But then the engine roared roughly to life, and Clyde hit the reverse so fast his tires squealed.

Vicki buckled her seatbelt. She may have been a rebel but she was a cop's daughter. She settled back.

"This doesn't make you my boyfriend."

"I know," said Clyde. "I'm doing this for the gas money." He paused. "You have got the gas money, right?"

"Of course," she said, and she patted her purse.

"Then westward ho."

She paused, and he could tell she was looking at him. Why did he say something stupid like that?

"Thanks, Denver," she said at last.

"My name's Clyde," he said. "And I'm from Toledo."

"Denver's a better name," she said.

He glanced away from the slippery road to look at her. She was smiling a thin smile. Mona Lisa style. God, she was beautiful. Blond hair, green eyes, lithe and energetic. She was a dancer and sometimes her body just seem like a taut spring-even in her lumpy winter coat.

He took a breath and turned back to the road before he ran them into a ditch. Okay, Denver was better. He could be Denver.

Copyright © Camille LaGuire

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 Harsh Climate by Camille LaGuire

On a lonely country road, in the cold of winter, two runaway teens are out of gas and stranded. 

They seek shelter in a distant farmhouse, only to find it's the lair of a gang of vicious kidnappers. 

Can they dodge the crooks and the weather long enough to save the kidnapped child...
and themselves?



Harsh Climate
is available on
Amazon ~ Barnes & Noble ~ iTunes

Camille's Bio:

Camille LaGuire hails from the north country. work has appeared in publications such as Marion Zimmer Bradley's Fantasy Magazine; Handheld Crime; Cricket, the Magazine For Children and Futures Mysterious Anthology Magazine. Stories have been collected into anthologies, reprinted overseas, and in educational materials. She's worked as a horse wrangler, fry cook, teacher, tech, editor, script analyst and even had a play produced.

Harsh Climate was originally a screenplay, written for fun as a very low budget adventure with limited cast and locations. Camille likes to think of it as Nancy Drew Meets Die Hard (or Die Hard in a Farm House). And audiobook version of this story is posted on her free podcast, Reading in the Attic. Which can be subscribed to on iTunes, or through the Reading in the Attic Blog.



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Friday, August 22, 2014

First Fight Friday: Lily’s Leap by Téa Cooper

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.








Téa Cooper 





is here for ...


First Fight Friday 

with a scene from 

Lily’s Leap


Propriety is all well and good, but it’s in the way of Lilibeth restoring the family fortune and reputation. So there’s no way she’s going to let some bushranger with delusions of grandeur and his ragtag gang derail her plans.

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Tom clapped his hat back onto his sweat-soaked head. ‘Miss Dungarven, we’re leaving.’ 

Pulling a coil of rope from his saddlebag, he caught the bridle of her horse and managed to slip it through the bit ring before she sprang into her saddle. As he glanced up at her he caught the flash of defiance in her eyes and his breath hitched. She tensed and pulled her elbows tight against her sides and then yanked on the reins.

His head jerked back and he stared wide-eyed as time skewed and the massive black stallion lifted onto its hind legs and reared in front of him. Raising his arms he covered his head. A cold sweat broke out on his face and he ducked below the flailing forelegs. Cradled beneath the steaming belly of the stallion, he glimpsed the blue sky between the muscled hindquarters and the silhouette of its mighty testicles. The bulging veins on its haunches throbbed and pulsated to the rhythm of his shallow gasps, and the overpowering musty smell of horse sweat enveloped him.

The roar of blood in his ears deafened him, and as suddenly as it had begun, the shadow lifted and the stallion retreated, step by practiced step. Tom struggled to his feet, his legs rubbery from shock. A moist rush of air from the beast’s cavernous nostril swept his cheek.

Miss Dungarven stared down at him, her shoulders straight and her proud haughty face striking in the harsh sunlight. ‘I assure you I am quite capable of riding without a lead rope.’

Forcing a tight-lipped smile he let his breathing settle before he spoke, praying his voice wouldn’t crack. ‘I have no doubt, madam, after that display. It’s for that very reason I’ve attached the lead rope. I have no intention of losing you.’

Copyright © Téa Cooper

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From Escape's Queen of Australian historical romance comes a story about a privileged member of Australian's squattocracy, a bushranger, and a very special horse.

Born into the rough, but privileged society of the Australian colonial landowners, Lilibeth Dungarven finds herself married, widowed, and, much to her distress, back under her father’s thumb, all before her twenty-first birthday. Determined not to forgo her dream of breeding the perfect racehorse, Lilibeth ignores propriety and sets out to restore
the family’s flagging fortunes.

When Captain Tom and his mismatched band of bushrangers stumble across a mob of the best horses they’ve ever seen, and the daughter of the famed Dungarven horse stud, they know their fortunes have changed. Their catch is worth a king’s ransom.
All they have to do is hold her for seven days.
How hard can it be to control
the pampered daughter of a colonial upstart?



Reviews for 
Lily's Leap 


From Amazon and Goodreads:

“Forget work, forget all your responsibilities and slide into this delicious story ... a well-written book by a talented writer ... since I doubt I’ll be visiting Australia, it was a treat to feel like I was there, herding horses to market across the Australian Outback. The landscape assumes the position of a character in this exciting romance; playing a pivotal role in Lily’s adventure. 
A fabulous read by a very talented Aussie author … 
I have no hesitation in HIGHLY recommending Lily’s Leap.”

If you enjoy historical romance, and you are hungry for a tale with an real Australian flavour, Lily’s Leap is definitely one to look out for. - My Written Romance

I thoroughly enjoyed this truly beautifully written Australian story.- Sharon's Reviews on Goodreads

Tea Cooper is not yet a household name but with more solid work like this, she is certain to be in time. A great read and recommended to anyone who loves Australian historicals.
- A Reader's Heaven

This book had plenty of action and adventure, which is something I’d like to see more of in the genre, too. - Sonya's Stuff

Lily's Leap
is available in both ebook and print on:

Amazon US iTUNES      KOBO     Amazon AUS 


Téa's bio:

Téa Cooper lives in a stone cottage on one hundred acres of bushland, just outside the nineteenth century village of Wollombi, NSW Australia. When she isn't writing, Téa can be found haunting the local museum or chatting to the locals, who offer a never-ending source of inspiration. Both Lily’s Leap and Matilda’s Freedom are set in and around Wollombi.

In October, Jazz Baby, a 1920s rags to riches story set in Sydney will be released and in February, Forgotten Fragrance, Book I of a family saga entitled From the Ocean to the Outback. At the moment she is working on a parallel time-line series entitled The Adventures of Miss Abigail Wynter. She has also written three contemporary romances.



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