Red Hot Heroes – Now available – 3 of the books to aid Wounded Warrior Project


Red Hot Heroes Release Day Blitz!
All gave
some… Some gave all.
So, several of my friends are releasing new books today.
The Red Hot Heroes collection from the Red Hot Authors.

Three of the authors, Magen McMinimy, Rene Folsom and Jodi Redford, will be donating all the proceeds from the sales of their books received until November 15, 2015 to the Wounded Warrior Project. buy a few books and donate to a worthy cause.

This is a cause that is close to my heart, as my Papa and my Dad were both in the Navy. The care and support of our nation’s military is essential, and with the lack of support coming from our government in recent years, the groups like Wounded Warrior Project are so important. So please, take a chance and buy a book for .99¢ and help a worthy program.

You can find all the information below.

Thanks for looking, and to those who buy, thanks for helping.

Find Home in the Heart of our Heroes this Veteran’s Day as
The Red Hots Release Red Hot Heroes!
BROKEN
SURRENDER by LORI KING
 

One bullet made it physically impossible for
Sarah Bryant to fulfill her dreams of a military career. With her family’s
sympathy suffocating her, she escapes to Stone River, Texas, determined to
rebuild a life and maybe find a new dream. 
Silas and Jeremy are two brothers who are as
different as Texas is big. One is an adrenaline fueled former Army medic, the
other is a laid back tow truck business owner. The two things they have in
common? They know they want to live life in a ménage relationship, and Sarah is
the woman for them. 
Sarah has too many doubts about herself to
believe she can be enough for one man let alone two. Can these souls find what
they need to grow together, or will they leave more emotional scars to match
their physical ones?

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STARTING OVER by MAGEN MCMINIMY

 
“There was need laced
in every twist and sweep of his talented tongue. A need for something tangible,
something to connect him to the safety of the real world, to the living
breathing life he still held on to. A distraction from the death and sorrow
that carried over from months at war
. “
 

All sales of this title through November 15th, 2015
to benefit the Wounded Warrior Project

After running from the one
man who could have mended her heart, Callie Sullivan has been finding comfort
in her best friend, D. When heartbreaking news about D’s deployed husband,
Adam, makes its way to the states, Callie focuses on helping her friend learn
to survive after tragedy strikes. 

Recently returned from Iraq, Luke Merrick learns
about the attack on his former sergeant and best friend, Adam. Knowing D will
need all the support she can get, Merrick finds himself back where he lost the
one woman he thought could be his future.
With D’s heartache fresh and raw, now is hardly
the time for Callie’s past to resurface, bringing new danger to those whom she
wishes to protect and help heal. But life rarely gives Callie what she needs.
This Veteran’s Day, find home in the heart of
our heroes with Starting Over part of the Red Hot Heroes multi-author series
and stands alone for reading enjoyment.


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PROMISE YOU by RENE FOLSOM

All sales of this title through November
15th, 2015 to benefit the Wounded Warrior Project

Danielle never realized just how much her brother meant to
her until reality slapped her in the face, forcing her to wake up and pay
attention. After a shattering tour overseas, Dylan returned home to live with
Danielle. Knowing he needed more care than his sister could provide, Dylan
invites his battle buddy, Travis, to come live with them.

After a rather unorthodox meeting, sparks begin
to fly between Danielle and Travis. However, both of them know just how
difficult it will be for their relationship to blossom without Dylan’s
blessing, leaving them conflicted about how far they want to take it. Travis
wants nothing more than to earn Dylan’s approval—to promise that he will
cherish her—always.
Once Travis realizes he can no longer keep his
affection for Danielle a secret, things become complicated and the boundaries
between friendship and love cloud his future.
This Veteran’s Day, find home in the heart of
our heroes with Promise You, part of the Red Hot Heroes multi-author series and
stands alone for reading enjoyment.
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REPORT FOR BOOTY by JODI REDFORD

All sales of this title through November
15th, 2015 to benefit the Wounded Warrior Project

Mason Gamble and Nash Vincent are pros at making people
sweat. As former Army Rangers who run the toughest, ball-busting fitness boot
camp in Michigan, they take great pride in that fact. But thanks to the
knockout brunette housesitting next door, suddenly they’re the ones
experiencing excess perspiration. Fortunately, the perfect opportunity to be
neighborly presents itself courtesy of a package delivery snafu.
Regan Wallace has trust issues. Specifically,
trusting that her best friend won’t make good on her threat to send a
Strip-O-Gram for Regan’s birthday. Is it any wonder she’d jump to the wrong
conclusion when two gorgeous, camo-garbed hunks land on her front doorstep?
Woops. The crazy part? They don’t seem the least bit scandalized or offended by
her boneheaded blunder. Judging by the sinful heat in their eyes, they’re all
too happy to provide her with a little two-on-one dirty dancing. For a woman
recovering from a bad breakup, fielding the interest of two sex-on-a-stick men
is both surreal and exhilarating. Indulging a three-way fling? Completely out
of her comfort zone. But with her stay limited to a week, some
no-strings-attached sex might be precisely what she needs to get her confidence
back in stride.None of them are prepared for the consequences
of a sexy fling feeling like so much more. As Regan’s stay draws closer to an
end, Mason and Nash realize there’s no way in hell they’re letting the perfect
woman slip through their fingers. And when it comes to fighting for her love,
there are no fitter warriors for the ultimate battle to her heart.

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http://www.jodiredford.com/More_Books.html****SNAKE’S SALVATION by Aliyah Burke



Two people with painful pasts can create something
spectacular with each other.

Jason “Snake” LaRue was a Navy SEAL. Now he’s
not and he has trust issues and memories he can’t forget no matter how hard he
tries. His one solace is a woman who works at the local diner who chases away
the darkness in him. But would she ever consider a man with his past?
Loretta Swann has given up art and now works at
an all-night diner. Running from her past, she up and goes when the mood
strikes. Her one shining moment a day is when the ex-SEAL graces the
establishment. An impulsive kiss makes her wonder about something more with
him. But when she learns what he wants, will she run again, or stick around to
be Snake’s Salvation?

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www.aliyah-burke.com ****HER HERO by Miranda Marks

Nate Morrissey has seen all kinds of action in
his years with Marine Special Operations, yet nothing compares to the adventure
he has at home with his new wife—what little time he’s been home in their brief
one year marriage. When he gets called out on a new mission at the beginning of
a long awaited leave, his bride lays down an ultimatum. Unfortunately for them
both, duty wins.
Becca soon realizes she wasn’t meant to be a
military wife. She thought she was strong, but the long months praying and
waiting for his safe return have left her broken. When he leaves her yet again,
she knows it’s time to call it quits, no matter how much her heart tells her to
stay.
Nate isn’t ready to let go of his wife just yet.
The fire they share is too hot to ignore. Nate comes home to an empty bed, but
refuses to let it stay that way long. Till death do us part means something to
Nate and he’s not dead yet…

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The Blank Page


We writers have one enemy… ourselves.

Within our minds lies the richest fields of imagination, yet, when stress and clutter and busy work come to play, the gates are closed adn locked. I’ve often been asked, “How do you find inspiration?”

Well, I often use music, re-read what I’ve written before, read something new, watching a documentary, learn about something historical. All of these things have inspired me. Bu thow do I clear away the clutter? The never ending list of “Things-to-Do”?

I’ve not been so successful with that. I often find myself overwhelmed with all the “things” I have to do. Cleaning, creating, organizing. I recently had my book re-edited and have not yet had the time to sit down and go through it. I’m trying to write a new book, and yet, nothing. I stare at the blank page and… nothing.

Writing isn’t always about having the idea… it’s also about executing it. Other writers say it’s a job. Well, yes it is. They say you just do it. Well, no, you don’t. If the words aren’t coming, they aren’t coming… and forcing them isn’t going to go well.

So, today I stared at this blank page. One I’ve been woefully neglecting, and decided to put out there what we all face as writers. Maybe I can kick start my creative brain, by creating some posts on my blog. Maybe… you never can tell, right?

Aeonian Kiss by Nicki Scalise – Release Day – July 26th, 2014 – Giveaway


AEONIAN KISS by Nicki Scalise
Revenants in Purgatory Book 2

What happens to the dead when they die? Do they go to Heaven? To Hell? On a luxury cruise?

It wasn’t a question Olivia Brennan ever thought to ask. After all, once you’ve been to Hell and back, how much worse can things get? Her harrowing descent has already cost her everything – her home, her career, the man she loves. But when an enemy resurfaces looking to settle a score, she learns there’s more to lose than she ever imagined.

Purgatory harbors more secrets than the depths of Hell, and Olivia has landed smack dab in the middle of their tangled web. Faced with an impossible choice, she must reach into the darkest parts of her soul for the strength she needs to save everyone she loves. But even if she succeeds, will she ever be the same again?

Maybe some questions are better left unanswered. If there’s one thing experience has taught her, it’s that the universe loves to kick her ass.

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Teaser #1 


Zane hit the floor hard, landing on his shoulder, and that’s about the time I freaked out. I dropped to my knees next to him. I shook him, patted his cheeks, and screamed his name, but received no response. I didn’t know anything about his “gift,” as he called it. Had he just overloaded? Had I put him in some sort of weird, undead coma? Had he simply fallen asleep because the “show” bored him?
I grabbed a glass of water from my nightstand and splashed it in his face, but still got nothing. Tossing the glass aside, I looked around the room for other options, but saw none. Deciding to go get help, I jumped to my feet. Devon was right next door, after all.

I stopped halfway down the stairs, realizing if I woke Devon then I’d have to tell him what had happened. What Zane had seen. Nope, that wasn’t an option. I juked back and forth on the step, having trouble deciding if I should run back up or down. I finally decided on down. My phone was downstairs. I could call someone. I ran into the kitchen and swiped it off the counter where I’d left it when I’d come in to make tea.

I tore back through the house and ran back upstairs. Who could I call? Portia and Tore were out of the question for the same reasons as Devon. Not to mention they weren’t in the know about Zane’s gift. My heart pounded harder as it dawned on me. There was one other option, but the question was, should I call him?

I made it back into my room to find Zane still heaped on the floor. The situation constituted an emergency. Drake would know what to do. They had been friends long enough that he’d have to know how to fix this. Even if he didn’t want to speak to me, surely he’d want to help Zane. At the very least he’d probably want to know that I’d “broken” his best friend.

Teaser #2

As we lay together listening to the clock tick and the deliverymen going in and out of my new place, something inside me started to hurt, too. I tried to wipe away an unexpected tear as it danced down my cheek. I’d always known I needed Devon, but until that very moment, I’d never fully understood how much he needed me in return. My heart ached thinking about the pain he must have suffered in my absence. Just imagining losing him made me want to hold on and never let go again.

Even though I was still very much in love with Drake, as I lay there with Devon, I realized there would always be a part of my heart that was his and his alone. No man would ever be able to touch it or steal it away. That part of my heart wished we were more than friends. The little part knew we were perfect for each other and hated any woman he was with because she wasn’t me. That part of me knew — with one hundred percent certainty — that in another life, there would be more to us than just a platonic love.


I believe sometimes it’s possible to have a relationship with someone that transcends being friends or lovers. It’s something more tangible, and only the two people in that relationship understand it, yet neither could ever explain it to an outsider. It’s the very definition of beauty and peace.

It was him.
It was me.
It was us.
He was my Devon and I was his Olivia. He was my butt munch. I was his dork face. He was the love of my other life, and I, the love of his.
Teaser #3

With Mourning Inamorata in my hands, I sat on the edge of my bed. My fingers traced over the bumpy, raised surface of the paint. I imagined Drake in his studio working on it and his hand resting where mine was. Another piece of my heart broke. It was the closest contact I’d probably ever have with him again, and we were separated by unmerciful time. Drake longing in the past, me longing in the present. The connection felt just as strong and somehow just as distant as it always had.

I wiped away my tears and set the painting down on the bed. I’d only had a couple hours of shuteye, but I couldn’t go back to sleep now. Everything was too painful. I didn’t need a reminder that all I had left of Drake was a painting and a haunting version of what once had been.

Teaser #4

A pale moon hung in the crimson-stained sky, surrounded by ominous storm clouds. I stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Below me was nothing but slate and darkness. A fierce, warm wind blew, yet the black water barely rippled. A gust blew the skirt of my long black gown. The material blew in waves behind me. The long bell-sleeves caught in the breeze as I raised my hand. The air felt thick, like wet sand slipping through my fingers. I closed my eyes to allow the wind invitation to my touch, but something about it felt wrong… very wrong.

Prayer for the Dead
Revenants in Purgatory Book 1
 
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A little interview from Me – Guest Author: S.L. Dearing


So I did an interview for Author Sarah M. Cradit. It’s posted over at her blog.  Hope you like it.  Also, if you’re so inclined, I’m hanging with talented artists at Dauntless Indies today.

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Guest Author: S.L. Dearing.

A Menu of Death by Lucy Pireel – Book Blast and Giveaway


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A Menu of Death

A collection of stories centered around vengeance, obsession, cravings, and life.

Pick one item of the Menu or devour the entire buffet
Make sure you don’t bite off more than you can chew
Read, but not with greed for
Death awaits, ready to come and collect its due

These eight short stories revolve around obsession, revenge, craving, love, and Death. Whether it be a woman in need of rescue, a man who hungers for his wife, a demon lost, or wishes come true, all characters want something. Badly.
But … You can’t always get what you want, but you might just get what you need.

Available at:
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About the author

Lucy Pireel is a writer who doesn’t let herself be restricted to any one genre. She loves to write in whatever direction her current story leads her.  When she’s not writing, or reading, she is practicing or teaching yoga, her other passion. Or she could be on a long hike somewhere in the beautiful British nature.

Being an author it is almost a given she has a great love for chocolate and coffee to live on while writing, but she doesn’t shy away from trying to prepare intricate dishes, for cooking is another thing she enjoys.

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How in the Hell do you act eleven?


When I was a kid, I saw a movie called Author, Author, starring Al Pacino and Tuesday Wield.  Great movie!  If you get a chance, you should see it, anyway at one point, Al’s character “Ivan” tells his step-daughter to act her age and her response is “How in the hell do you act eleven?”  I thought it was hysterical at the time and today, although it still makes me chuckle, I finally realize that it’s true.  How do you act an age?

When I was in my early twenties, I used to see people my age running around with babies and mini vans, talking about the PTA and the nutritional content of cereal.  WTF?!  I was concerned about where I was going to hang out, how I would do on a test at school, what my friends were doing and why wasn’t I there?  Babies!  Mini vans! Uh, uh!!  Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t think that those things made us old or that they weren’t worth having, I just couldn’t understand what the rush was.  These people and I were the same age, but who was acting that age?  Should I have been living that life?  Nope, I don’t think so.  Now, I was never a child who thought that 30 was old or 40 or 50… I remember thinking that 84 was old.  Maybe that was my problem.

During this “party” phase in my 20’s, I was able to invite my parents out with my friends (I love my parents, most people do, they are awesome… and yes, even then, I LOVED hanging out them), but most often they were too tired and followed the apology with the sentence “We’re getting old.”  I didn’t get it… they weren’t old.  They were in their 40’s and 50’s, that’s not old.

Then as I was spending time with my dad one visit a few years ago, he told me how much it sucked to get old.  He looked at me and said, I don’t “think” any differently than I did when I was 20, but I can’t do those things.  I want to go play sports and go listen to music, but my body won’t let me do it.  It was then I understood.  Now in my 40’s, I get it.  I still feel like I did in my 20’s, but I’m not.  I’d like to have babies, but I still don’t feel rushed (and I should).  I look in the mirror and I see time marching across my face, but it doesn’t matter because I still see me, the way I’ve always seen me.  Sure, maybe I have a few gray hairs (which annoys me) and a few more wrinkles, but it’s me.

I’m still all the things I was 20 odd years ago, with maybe a little more wisdom and experience.  But I still act stupid and play jokes and laugh at farts and like to do most of the things I’ve done since I was a kid.  I still stay out till the wee hours of the morning and have a blast. Seems to me, as long as we do what we need to do in terms of taking care of our families and ourselves, we should all be A LOT more silly, crazy, spontaneous, goofy, child-like… we should laugh A LOT, we should hug A LOT, we should… be who we are and enjoy it for as long as we can.

I’m still trying to get my friends to go with me on a cattle drive when I’m 50, they aren’t so keen.  Instead, maybe we’ll travel somewhere else, maybe stay in a high rise hotel, where I’m sure at some moment we’ll get bored and have to find something to do, and maybe it’ll be high tea or an art museum or looking at some 500 year old church.  Maybe it will be dropping a water balloon on someone’s head from our hotel room window, at which point I’m sure someone will tell me to act my age… and my repsonse will be…

How in the hell to you act 50?