Misty Matthews' Blitz: Character bios, guest post and This or That

Misty Matthews' Coming Home Book Blitz

TITLE – Coming Home: Book One of ‘Taking a Chance on Love Series’
AUTHOR – Misty Matthews
GENRE– Contemporary Romance
PUBLISHER – Front Porch Romance

Today is the second day of the Misty Matthews tour. Check out the awesome guest post and the ‘this or that’ section that both halves of the Misty Matthews’ duo took part in.

Guest Post:

Do you believe in love at first sight? Speaking as the Matthews half, yes I do. I firmly believe that there’s someone out there for everyone—someone you’re meant to be with, but sadly, I don’t think everyone finds their soul mate. I think people look for the person they think they should be with and often fail to see the real gem. Maybe that’s why so many relationships fail. I met my husband at university and it was definitely love at first sight. We became a steady item within weeks and have been married, to one another, for forty two years.

This or That – The Misty half says:

1 – Coffee or Tea? Tea
2 – Beach or Mountains? Beach
3 – Summer or Winter? Summer
4 – Cats or Dogs? Dogs
5 – Paperback or ebook? Right now ebook, but I still read paperbacks.
6 – Tattoos or No tattoos? (On your book boyfriends) Tattoos!
7 – Flats or Heels? Heels
8 – Curly or Straight? Curly 9 – Oprah or Jerry Springer? Oprah
10 – Chocolate or Peanut butter? Chocolate

This or That - The Matthews half says:

1 – Coffee or Tea? Coffee
2 – Beach or Mountains? Mountains
3 – Summer or Winter? Summer
4 – Cats or Dogs? Cats
5 – Paperback or ebook? both
6 – Tattoos or No tattoos? (On your book boyfriends) None for me thanks
7 – Flats or Heels? flats
8 – Curly or Straight? curly
9 – Oprah or Jerry Springer? Neither
10 – Chocolate or Peanut butter? Allergic to both

SYNOPSIS

Motorcycle riding, high-powered attorney Alana Stewart is a far cry from the shy, teenager who left Chance determined never to look back. Family obligations force her to return to the town that only holds bad memories for her. A stop at her former sanctuary brings an unexpected surprise...the new manager just might be what she needs to get her through the holidays. When sexy, leather-clad Alana walks into the bookstore, Connor Tate, has a feeling he may be in for the ride of his life. Despite the fact that their lives are headed in different directions, they are drawn to one another. Connor is determined to prove to Alana that Chance isn’t the place she remembers, but will his efforts fail when she discovers he hasn’t told her the whole truth about himself? Can they trust each other enough to take a chance on love?

EXCERPT

Connor tried to look busy as Alana browsed the bookshelves. The woman had definitely changed. Though he was two years older than she was, he remembered her from high school. They’d been a lot alike back then, both of them with their noses always stuck in books, not quite fitting in with the rest. The similarities should have made them friends, but as a teen, he hadn’t had the nerve to talk to a girl, even an equally unpopular one. He vaguely remembered her coming into the store those afternoons when he worked in the back unpacking boxes of new books and sorting them to put on the shelves. He’d been enchanted by her, watching surreptitiously from behind the shelves. How animated she’d become when she’d talk to Dad about the current book she was reading or about the places she’d like to visit. He would stand hidden in the back, just listening to her voice, but too shy to even consider joining the discussions. He’d really liked the girl she’d become when she visited the shop back then—a girl who was nothing like the cowering mouse he saw at school each day. Somehow, he didn’t think unpopularity would be her problem now. She was the perfect woman—smart, extremely sexy with or without the leather, and for goodness’ sake, she rode a motorcycle. She exuded confidence and poise, and wasn’t afraid to take risks; just look at the way she’d been blatantly flirting with him. Despite his best effort, he was having a hard time controlling his body. Of all the days to wear jeans that were a touch too tight. If he didn’t get his eyes off her cute little derriere, he’d humiliate himself. She was affecting him far more deeply than he’d expected. He took a deep breath, forcefully tore his eyes away from her leather-clad bottom, and returned to sorting the new shipment of books that had just arrived.

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CHARACTER BIOS

Alana Stewart is the eldest in her family. She’s 28, almost 29 and has one sister, Melody. Alana is a lawyer with a firm in Austin, Texas. She’s one hundred percent dedicated to her job and that’s put her on the fast track for a junior partnership, something she wants more than anything. When she isn’t arguing cases in court or working on briefs, Alana likes to ride her motorcycle. The wind in her face is the only way she can relax. She left her hometown of Chance, Arizona, ten years ago and hasn’t been back since. Growing up as a bookish nerd, her memories of her small hometown aren’t pleasant ones, and combined with a overprotective mother, Alana has no desire to return to the gossip and limitations of small town living. The only reason she’s come back this year is because she was guilted into it by her mother. This’ll be her niece’s first Christmas she’ll remember and Mom wants her home for a traditional Stewart Christmas. Alana reluctantly agreed and rode her motorcycle from Austin to Chance. She plans to blow this Popsicle stand as soon as she can. She’s home for this year, but she has no intention of ever coming back.

Connor Tate grew up in Chance, Arizona, and after a few years away, he realized there’s nowhere else on earth he’d rather be. When he left the big city and returned home, he took over as manager of Tate’s Bookstore, the small independent bookstore owned by his father. He loves his job. His parents travel extensively, so, despite the fact that he’s in his early thirties, he lives in the family home with them, looking after the house and grounds when they’re away. He’s also a volunteer fireman. He loves helping others. When he needs to clear his head, he rides his motorcycle out into the Sonora Desert, to a special place he loved where he can be alone and relax. Connor as a secret. In addition to his duties as bookstore manager, he’s also reclusive best-selling author J.T. Connor. No one in Chance, other than his immediate family, knows his secret identity and like Superman, he wants to keep it that way. He’s avoided getting involved with any of the local ladies—too much danger messing in your own sandbox. When he needs female companionship, he takes a holiday, but Chance always calls him back.

AUTHOR BIO

Misty Matthews is a newly formed writing partnership between Susanne Matthews and Misty Cail. These authors have never met and the book was created by grace and virtue of email and Internet chats. It's a true Twenty-first century miracle. Misty and Susanne met in an online Facebook chat group back in December, 2012 and have become fast friends and partners. Misty, the plot genius, had the idea for the book, but found it hard to do the research and polishing necessary for the story. Susanne loved the premise of the story and offered to handle that aspect of it in partnership with her. The name seemed a natural choice. The rest as they say is history. When Front Porch Romance offered them their first contract, they actually spoke by phone for the first time, cementing a working relationship they hope will go on for years to come. While both authors will continue to write solo, watch for more books and short stories from the duo.

AUTHOR LINKS

Website/Blog – http://www.mhsusannematthews.ca/misty-matthews.php

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/pages/Misty-Matthews/526929407395256?ref=hl

Twitter – @Mistymatthews8

Google+ - mistymatthewsauthor@gmail.com

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7313601.Misty_Matthews

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Gringa by Eve Rabi

 

 

TITLE – Gringa 

AUTHOR – Eve Rabi 

GENRE – Modern Romance 

PUBLICATION DATE – December 9, 2013 

PUBLISHER – Eve Rabi 

COVER ARTIST – Eve Rabi

I was twenty-one, a sassy college student who took crap from no one. While holidaying in Mexico, I was accosted by The Devil of Mexico called Diablo and shot, because the s.o.b. mistook me for a spy.

I survived, only to encounter him again months later. How’s that for luck?

Furious and sick of all that I’d been through because of him, I slapped him, told him to go to hell and braced myself for the bullet. He could shoot me – I no longer cared.

But, to my surprise, he became fascinated with me and blackmailed me into becoming his woman. He’d slay the entire village that sheltered me, if I rejected his proposal.

He was Kong, hairy, tattooed from fingertips to face, with scary ass piercings, blood-shot snake eyes, a ruthless killer and above all, he was my murderer – how could anyone expect me to say yes?

To save the village I had to.

He took me by force, terrorized me into submission and made me his. To make matters worse, I had to put up with his ruthless, backstabbing family who hated me and wanted to kill me.

I despised the bastard and I told him that. Spark flew. Fists too.

But, the more I rejected Diablo, the more he wanted me.

At times he wanted to kill me because of my insolence, but other times he just wanted me to love him.

I was his Gringa and in an attempt to get my love, he began to change for me. Drastic changes that made me laugh at him at first, then made me curious.

As the days went by, I found myself drawn to him and I began seeing him differently. When I found out about his past, everything changed.

 

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(Please Note This Excerpt Is For 18+ And Contains Some Strong Language)

He grabs me by the scruff of my neck and drags me out of the room to the lunch table.
‘Leave me the fuck alone!’
He shoves me into the dining room. It’s Saturday so that entire gang is there, in the mood to party and to be entertained. Watching Diablo drag me to the table gets them excited.
Humiliated and seething, I sit down and drum my nails on the table. I don’t eat or look at him.
‘Eat!’ he orders.
I ignore him and drum louder, furiously.
A man named Norman, seated next to me, leans over and says, ‘Señorita gringa want Whiskey?
‘Yes please, Norman.’
Norman pours the whiskey and places the glass in front of me.
‘Thank you Norman,’ I say, bypassing the glass and reaching for the bottle.
Norman’s eyes grow huge when he sees me taking giant swigs from the bottle.
It’s awful. I hate whiskey. Tastes like gasoline to me.
‘Damn!’ I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. ‘This sure is mighty fine whiskey, Norman.’
‘Eh, Señorita gringa, my name …’
‘Lemme pour you one, Norman.’ I top his glass to the brim and hand it to him. ‘Knock yourself out,’ I chuckle.
Diablo’s not smiling.
Yeah, I’m supposed to be nice to him now that the FBI is involved. Well, fuck the FBI and Fuck him.
As lunch progresses, I’m feeling a little more relaxed now. Warm in my toes and even a little confident. Well, they’re eating lunch and I’m drinking mine – whiskey, Tequila and some other shit on the table.
After a few more swigs from the bottles, I cross my arms over my head and whistle Hit me Baby One More Time by Brittany bitch. Totally out of tune, but hey, who gives a fuck right now.
Diablo’s hairy face reveals little, but somehow I don’t think he’s comfortable with my drinking. Hell, I’m not comfortable with my drinking, but screw him.
They’re passing around pictures. Pornographic pictures and the conversation becomes steamy.
Usually, I pass on the pictures, but today, I snatch them out of Norman’s hand. ‘Lemme see that!’
I peer at the picture then burst out laughing. ‘That’s the fugliest flower I have ever come across,’ I say.
‘Eh, Señorita gringa, iiis not a flower, iiis a, how you say it…?’ He snaps his fingers.
‘Vagina,’ some other fucker calls out.
I peer at him. ‘What?!’ I snatch it out of his hands again. ‘Gimmee that.’ I stare at the picture. ‘Mm. Can’t be a woman’s vagina. It’s too fugly. Has to be a man’s.’ I hand him back the picture and go back to my neglected bottle.
‘So many Gringas,’ Antonio says, perving over the pictures. At the mention of the word ‘Gringa’, all eyes zero in on me.
Am I embarrassed? Hell no!
‘Hey, don’t look at me,’ I say and down another Tequila, whiskey – whatever – I’ve lost track of what I’m drinking. ‘I don’t roll that way. Why don’t you ask the fugly asshole at the end of the table?’
There is a collective gasp in the room and all eyes dart towards Diablo, including mine. Now he’s gonna be really pissed. Great.
But his amused response in Spanish brings on some guffawing.
‘What? What did he say, Norman?’
Norman is pissed enough to explain. ‘Diablo say, is like a fucking a Colchón sometimes. He say, is a big let down. And, Señorita Gringa, and my name is not …’
‘Colchón … mattress? He said that, did he?’ I let out a long, low whistle. ‘Well Norm, what the hell does he know, huh?’
I smile at Norman. ‘Can I call you “Norm?” I don’t wait for him to answer. ‘He don’t know jack. Foreplay – hell, he probably thinks it’s some kind of sugar-free chewing gum or something to do with his car’s steering wheel. Huh, Norm?’
‘But Señorita gringa, my name is not Norm, it is not Norman, it is Lucas.’
I stare at him for so long, he starts to flinch. ‘Lucas?’
He nods.
‘Why didn’t you say something, Norm? Okay, I’ll call you Lucas from now on, Norm.’
‘Eh …’
Santana almost falls off her chair laughing.
I look at Norm. ‘Now Norm,’ I point to Santana, ‘she’s probably laughing at what I said. Or she’s laughing at what the fuckwit at the end of the table said about me – the mattress – whatever shit …but, you ever seen a donkey laugh, Norm?
‘No, Señorita gringa. But my name …’
‘Never? Well, it’s your lucky day, Norm, cos you’ve seen it now.’ I jerk my head towards Santana.
Well, that magically erases the smile of donkey’s face.
‘You biiitch!’ Santana screeches. ‘I fargin’ kiiill you!’
I smile and raise my bottle at her. ‘Take a “fargin” number and get in “fargin” line.’
Troy comes up to me. ‘Gringa,’ he whispers, ‘come, let me take you to bed so you can sleep it … ’
My eyebrows shoot up. ‘Take me to bed? Are you better in bed than your brother? Christ, I hope so, Troy!’
Troy turns scarlet and shrinks back, all the while glancing nervously at Diablo.
Diablo looks at everyone around him falling out of their chairs with laughter and his breathing becomes like that of an emphysema patient – raspy and labored.
‘He really is lousy in bed Troy. And you know what? I don’t like him. He’s hairy and yuuuuck! He won’t let me visit my … ’
Diablo slams his fist onto the table, rattling the table and animating plates, cutlery, glasses.
‘Fuck! Look what you did Satan – you nearly made me spill my …’ I jerk back and peer at the label on the bottle in my hand. ‘What the fuck is this shit? Anyhoo, you’ve made me lose count of how many drinks I had. Have to start all over again. In case I have to drive.’
Diablo suddenly whips out his knife and flings it ninja-style at me. I duck and it hits the wooden beam behind me.
‘Ooooh!’ I cry shaking both my hands mockingly. ‘I’m in trooouble now! Biiiiga trooouble.’
‘Go gringa, go!’ some of the men cheer.
‘Whoookay!’ I say.
Diago stands up.
I stand up too and look him in the eye, my eyebrows disappearing behind my spiky fringe.
Breathing heavily, he creeps slowly to me, but I’m ready for him. I kick back my chair and sidle around, using the table as a barrier between us.
‘Watch him move, like a … eh, what you say for walrus in Spanish?’
The men laugh harder. Even Christa laughs.
‘You will farkin’ die!’ Diablo roars.
‘And who’s gonna farkin kill me, huh?’ I ask, dancing on the spot. ‘You?’ I throw my head back and laugh.
More laughter around me.
Diablo runs to his knife, grabs it off the beam and runs towards me.
But I’m already out of the villa and racing towards the cliff.
‘I’m going to kiiiill you!’ he yells as he chases me.
‘Fuck you, motherfucker!’ I scream over my shoulder and sprint ahead. I don’t care if he kills me, I just don’t want to be assaulted by him. He’s super strong and I stand no chance against him if he does. I’ve never seen him run before and I’m hoping he’s out of shape and slow. Well, the big lunch should make him sluggish.
But to my dismay, I can actually hear his breathing. I’m surprised at my slowness. Must be something to do with the booze. I have to admit, I didn’t realize how drunk I was until I started running. Too late now.
I run up the hill and through the dense foliage, passing startled villagers tending the cannabis crops. They stop and stare when they see Diablo chasing a gringa with a knife in his hand. Behind Diablo are his men, some on horseback and some on foot, not wanting to miss the moment Diablo finally kills the insolent Gringa.
‘Go, gringa go!’ I hear.
I run faster than I ever did in my life.
‘You will die!’ Diablo threatens behind me, still brandishing the knife. His breathing is getting louder and I know I have to do something.
The rock pool! I know for sure that Diablo is no match for me in the water. Very few people are. I head for the pool.
Changing route confuses Diablo and for a few moments, the gap between us increases, allowing me some respite.
I’m desperate to reach the rock pool so that I can shake the enraged animal behind me.
But to my dismay and my surprise, he catches me.
‘Let go of me, you fucking freak!’

   

 

 

AUTHOR BIO Eve Rabi lives in Australia, but she was born in South Africa. She is the author of 20 books and is known for her kick-ass leading ladies, alpha males and no holes-barred love stories. Oh, and let’s not forget about humour, it’s a must in her books. To quote a smashwords.com reviewer: “When you pick up an Eve Rabi book, forget sleep. She writes gripping page turners that will keep you reading till the very end.”

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LOVE STORIES BY EVE RABI
Deception – A Palace Full of Liars – Book 1
Deception – A Palace Full of Liars – Book 2

Burn’s World – Book 1
Burn’s World – Book 2
Burn’s World – Book 3
Burn’s World – Book 4

CAPTURED – My Sworn Enemy, My Secret Lover – Book 1
CAPTURED – My Sworn Enemy, My Secret Lover – Book 2

Gringa – A Love Story Book 1
Gringa – A Love Story Book 2
Gringa – A Love Story Book 3
Gringa – A Love Story Book 4

THE CHEAT – A Tale of Lies and Infidelity – Book 1
THE CHEAT – A Tale of Lies and Infidelity – Book 2

You Will Pay – For Leaving Me (This book is free to Eve Rabi Fans)

Obsessed with me –Book 1
Obsessed with me –Book 2

Betrayed – He’d get his Girl at Any Cost

My Brother, My Rival (Book 1)
My Brother, My Rival (Book 2)

Re-Release of~Bring Me Back, by Taryn Plendl



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Author Bio:

Taryn discovered her love for books at an early age, spending many hours lost in someone else's story.

It wasn't until well into adult hood that she discovered, late at night while the house was quiet, that she had just as many stories inside her just waiting to be let out. Writing has been a way for her to step away from reality and live a bit through her fun and sometimes damaged characters. You will almost always find a Happy Ever After at the end of her stories. She can't help it, it's an addiction.

She's a Southwestern girl living a Mid-Atlantic life with her husband of seventeen years and two incredible daughters who inspire her daily. She is proud to be an advocate for her child with autism, and feels incredibly blessed to be able to see the world through her eyes. Her daughters teach her more than she could ever teach them.

She enjoys reading, writing and spending time with her family, but cherishes those quiet nights after everyone is asleep when she can curl up on the couch with her fifteen year old dog. (Shh, don't tell...He's not supposed to be on the couch.)
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Ally Mitchell is haunted by a past filled with the memories from one horrific night when her family was destroyed forever leaving her broken, shattered and alone.

Ian Rhodes is running from a broken heart derived from a tragic loss that he doesn’t know how to move past. Having no idea how to cope, he buys a small mountain home, determined to isolate himself from everyone he’s ever loved.

When Ally finds herself in need of help for the first time since moving to her secluded mountain home, she has no choice but to turn to her new neighbor, Ian. Together, Ally and Ian are forced to face their own fears in order to get them through the next few weeks while Ally heals, but what they never planned on was the deep feelings they would develop for each other

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Are their new found feelings enough to bring them back from the pain of their pasts? Bring Me Back is a story of two very broken people who struggle through tragedy to learn to depend on each other, trust and love again.

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Spotlight/Guest Post: Predator’s Refuge, Gemini Island Shifters 3 by Rosanna Leo

Many thanks to Siren for hosting me today! I’m thrilled to be here. I’m here to celebrate the launch of Predator’s Refuge, Gemini Island Shifters 3, the latest in my shifter series of romances.

These books have been such fun to write, and I’ve loved immersing myself in the fictional world of Gemini Island, Ontario, a community where shifters roam. The books are set in a shifter-friendly resort called the Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort, run by bear shifter Ryland Snow (hero of book 1). Book 2 features his bear shifter brother, rock star Soren Snow. Book 3 features hot hero Anton Gaspar, a tiger shifter prince from Hungary. He has his own reasons for calling the Ursa Lodge home and hopes to find sanctuary there in the quiet community.

But then he meets heroine Marci Lennox, a lynx shifter and employee at the resort, and all hell breaks loose. I hope you’ll check out this fun and steamy read, and see how Anton’s tiger relates to Marci’s lynx. I’m hoping their romance will leave you wanting to “take a bite” out of your special someone!

Predator’s Refuge, Gemini Island Shifters 3 by Rosanna Leo

A tiger shifter searching for a safe place to hide. A lynx shifter trying to prove herself. Neither expecting the desire that flares between them … nor the danger stalking them. Suspense and passion fill the pages of Predator’s Refuge, Book 3 of Rosanna Leo’s thrilling romance series, Gemini Island Shifters.

Blurb:

Lynx shifter Marci Lennox has worked at the shifter-friendly Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort all her adult life. It’s more a home to her than a job. When her boss goes on vacation, putting her in charge, Marci is thrilled. Finally a chance to prove she has the mettle to run a resort.

Her confidence is shaken when new employee Anton Gaspar appears. One look at the mysterious tiger shifter spells trouble for Marci and for her sex-crazed lynx. Anton is judgmental, condescending, and a little misogynistic. Unfortunately, Marci’s lynx thinks his tiger is more delicious than an oversized bag of Maltesers.

It becomes difficult for Marci to remain neutral near Anton, especially when she learns of his troubling past and unusual family circumstances. However, when dangerous incidents occur on the resort, the lynx woman and tiger man join forces to combat the threat to the lodge and its guests. Harder still is the quest to combat their explosive feelings for one another. As they explore their mutual passion, they realize the danger at the resort is more insidious than they ever envisioned. Their dreams, their love, and their very lives are at stake.

Excerpt:

Immediately, the fragrance hit him, activating his Jacobson’s organ. He swallowed, tasting it on his tongue and at the back of his throat, and wondered if he was mistaken.

No, how could he mistake the unique scent of a female cat in heat? It was too delicious a scent to forget. Sweetness coated his taste buds, winding a delirious path down his throat. As his head swam, he blinked and tried to clear his thoughts of the sexual imagery racing through it.

The scent did not belong to another tiger shifter, but some other type of predatory cat. One whose perfume he hadn’t sampled before. One who must be particular to this region. Cougar? No. Mountain lion? Surely not.

Whatever she was, her scent teased him with its delicious flavor.

Don’t, he warned himself. Wasn’t it enough that he spent the last few years of his existence trying to escape the sick wiles of the grasping women at court? And God only knew how hard he’d worked to maintain a state of abstinence at Pannonhalma, devoting his life to meditation. He’d come here to work, not lose himself in a sweet piece of…

Stop it. This was no time to think of pussy, even though he’d never been more desperate for a taste of creaming woman. His tiger howled inside him, hungry for that which it had been denied for almost two years. Still the perfume, more intoxicating than any he’d known, wafted toward him. He wanted to close his eyes and drink it in. The unyielding power of the aroma could make him forget his vows. Granted, he wasn’t really a monk, but he had followed the monastic lifestyle from day one at Pannonhalma. The purity in the monk’s life had been the very thing he’d required to get his life back on track. So why did he want to find the source of the scent and fuck her until she begged alternately for mercy and for more? Her need seemed strong. Whoever this lady cat was, she must be in dire agony for her scent to be so powerful. None of his business. Mentally caging the growling tiger inside him, he shook his head and approached the front desk. He dropped his luggage and cleared his throat at the woman working there. Her head had been down as she read some reports, but she looked up now. “Welcome to the Ursa…” Her jaw fell open and her sentence hung in the air, unfinished and clearly forgotten. Well, well. A beautiful little lynx.

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