Monday, September 29, 2014

What's in a Name? By Brenda Whiteside @KMNbooks @WildRosePress @brendawhitesid2 #books

Karen: Introducing the lovely, Brenda Whiteside! She's stopping by at KMN Books as part of her blog tour extravaganza. Check out her new release, The Art of Love And Murder, and enjoy her post about choosing just the right name for her characters.

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WHAT’S IN A NAME?
By  Brenda Whiteside

Thanks so much for having me today, Karen. I’m excited to have your readers learn about my latest release, The Art of Love and Murder, the first book in my Love and Murder series. I hope everyone enters the Rafflecopter drawing for a tote bag of items that relate to the book. The more you enter, the more chances you have to win. This link will direct you to all the blogs on my tour: http://brendawhiteside.blogspot.com/p/contests-and-give-ways.html

Most often when I come up with a story, I start with the main characters. The Art of Love and Murder was no exception. This time I encountered a little bump, more of a giant speed bump, in my writing process.

My heroine, Lacy Dahl had been with me from day one – forty-three, widowed, half Hopi Indian and half Austrian, with a mystery in her past. She’d been adopted as an infant when her birth parents were killed in a plane crash, a crash she survived. I knew she’d go in search of her past, but that took some brainstorming to figure out. In her search, she’d meet Sheriff Lance Meadowlark.

Lance – my son’s name. When I imagined the sheriff of Flagstaff, Arizona, a man similar to my son came to mind. NOT my son, but someone of equal stature and rugged good looks. Lance Meadowlark had a good ring to it, so I ran with it…until the first intimate scene. My fingers twitched, I bit my lip and my writing came to a halt. There was no way I could write love scenes using my son’s name! What to do? Lance became Chance. The story continued and I had much more fun with the love scenes.

Blurb for The Art of Love and Murder:

Lacy Dahl never questioned her past until the deaths of her adoptive parents and her husband. A husband who wasn't what he seemed. Her research uncovers secrets about the mother she never knew; secrets that dispute the identity of her father and threaten her life.

Sheriff Chance Meadowlark is still haunted by the murder of his wife and the revenge he unleashed in the name of justice. When he meets Lacy he is determined not to become involved, but their pasts may make that impossible. As they move closer to the truth, saving Lacy may be his only salvation.

Lacy begins to think the present is more important than her past...until Chance's connection to her mother and a murder spin her deeper into danger and further from love. Will the truth destroy Lacy and Chance or will it be the answer that frees them?

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About the Author:
Brenda spends most of her time writing stories of discovery and love. The rest of her time is spent tending vegetables on the small family farm she shares with her husband, son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter. Together, they’ve embraced an age-old lifestyle that has been mostly lost in the United States - multiple generations living under one roof, who share the workload, follow their individual dreams and reap the benefits of combined talents.

Although she didn’t start out to write romance, she’s found all good stories involve complicated human relationships. She’s also found no matter a person’s age, a new discovery is right around every corner. Whether humorous or serious, straight contemporary or mystery, all her books revolve around those two facts.

Visit Brenda at www.brendawhiteside.com.
Or on FaceBook  / Twitter

She blogs on the 9th and 24th of every month at http://rosesofprose.blogspot.com
She blogs about writing and prairie life at http://brendawhiteside.blogspot.com/


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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Sneak Peek at Alpha Wolf's Pet by Eva Gordon @evagordon @KMNbooks #werewolves #bookseries


Alpha Wolf’s Pet
Hidden, Book 1
By Eva Gordon

Suspenseful Steamy Werewolf Romance
This series is intended for a mature adult (over 18 years old) audience.
Alpha Wolf’s Pet
Hidden, Book 1
By
Eva Gordon
Blurb
Mia’s testimony against Russian mobsters forced her to enter the witness protection program. She is relocated to a quaint cottage in Wolf Woods, near Mt. Rainier, far from everyone and everything she loved and cared for. All is calm, until she meets Dominic, the gorgeous ruggedly handsome owner of the mysterious Wolfe Estate. He is all alpha male, domineering, and controlling. The last thing she needs is to get involved with a sexy control freak.

Alpha werewolf, Dominic Wolfe, is the packs’
enforcer. When an attractive young woman moves into a cottage near his territory; his senses are heightened to obsessive proportions. A human pet to meet his desires.

Dominic is determined to unveil Mia’s real identity while keeping his own securely hidden. Haunted by the howls and shrieks coming from Dominic’s estate, Mia wonders if she can really trust the enigmatic man she suspects of wanting a dominant-submissive relationship. A man who brings out her darker desires.
Will hidden danger keep them from gratifying their burning passion?


Her Alpha Wolf’s Pet series, Hidden, Book 1 will continue with Book 2 Kept, and Book 3 Hunted.
Find out more about future books in Eva Gordon’s Alpha Wolf’s Pet series and her other paranormal, fantasy and steampunk books at www.ravenauthor.com


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Excerpt from Alpha Wolf’s Pet, Hidden By Eva Gordon

Mia sipped her fresh cup of coffee and smiled. “No, thank you, I’ll order it online.” She paid for the pancake mix and syrup. As she turned to leave, she crashed into a hulk of a man. Her steaming hot coffee splashed over the man’s shirt. “I’m so sorry.” She looked up and gasped... “So…sorry.” She lost her voice on seeing Dominic Wolfe. Not in a business suit but wearing a black flannel shirt and blue jeans, looking more like a cowboy than a business tycoon. Ten degrees hotter.
He stepped back and patted big broad hands at what must be a smarting burn on his broad chest. He laughed. “Don’t be, I shouldn't have been standing so close.”

Mia blushed. His deep masculine rumble sent shivers down to private parts of her body. “It must have burned.” The right thing to do was to remove his shirt and check the burn. Then what? She had no first aid skills. Maybe the coffee had not been that hot, or his thick shirt had protected him from being scalded.

“Nah, it was not that hot.” He chuckled.

“I’m so mortified.”

“I’ll get you a towel, Mr. Wolfe,” said the young man behind the register.

Dominic called, “No really. I’m all right.”

The bagger returned from the storeroom with a wet rag and mop. “No problem, Mr. Wolfe.”

“Come on, Jeff. Call me Dominic.” He took the towel and patted the stain.

He lowered his head. “Yes, sir.”

Dominic gently pulled her away and Jeff mopped up the mess. His touch ignited a small flame of desire not lit in over a year.

Mia straightened. “I’ll pay to have it laundered.” She met his dark amber eyes, speckled with gold flakes that gave him a feral look. His smoldering eyes were so intense, she immediately averted hers.
It was as if he would see her thoughts. Holy hell is he hot.

He picked up her fallen grocery tote and handed it to her. “It’s just coffee, Miss…?”

“Mia Attwood.”

He smiled. “Mia is Spanish for mine.”

His deep rumbled pronunciation of Mia sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. More like missing in action, because he makes me lose my mind. She must look like a deer caught in the headlights and focused on his features. A trimmed beard on his chiseled handsome face, the kind of face that commanded armies, rescued hostages, and obviously never flinched under torture. Definitely former military.

He offered his hand. “Dominic Wolfe.” His gold-speckled eyes twinkled in mischief. “You’re Ellen’s new neighbor.”

She clutched her grocery bag. “Yes, I thought you looked familiar.”

Dominic raised a brow. “Uh, huh.”

His tone condescending as if he spoke to an insane person. Her red cheeks disclosed her lie. “You were dressed differently.” Duh! Now he probably thought she had the IQ of a snail.

“I was on my way to a business meeting.” He tilted his head, his lips twisted in a bemused smile. “It appeared I frightened you. Although, you probably wanted to run in and fix your hair.”

Mia narrowed her eyes. As if. “My hair was fine.” Nothing wrong with a ponytail. She couldn’t tell him he looked like a hit man. Yet, now in person and dressed down in blue jeans that hugged powerful legs, there was something unnerving about him. His presence even caused the bagger to act subservient. It was more than the fact he was filthy rich. He was an arrogant prick. “I left my stove on and my tea kettle was whistling.”

Dominic chuckled. “I didn’t take you for a tea drinker, especially with latte all over my shirt.”
Mia hated tea. Was he a mind reader or just a lucky guess? “I didn’t say I was making hot water for tea.” She glanced at her watch. “I shouldn’t hold you up.” She bit her lip and smiled. “Again, sorry about your shirt.”

“Wait.” His masculine all alpha male tone sounded more like a command than a request. Yet, one she wanted to obey. As though he used some sort of Jedi mind trick. Maybe because when he stared, he never blinked.

She turned. “What?”

“I owe you a fresh cup of coffee.”

“No really, you don’t.” She squirmed as his smoldering eyes compelled her to obey.

Dominic laughed. “I promise. I won’t bite.”

Before she could argue why she couldn’t let a sexy rich guy buy her a cup of coffee, he seized her grocery bag and then wrapped his arm about hers.

Other books by Eva Gordon