The winner of "Cowboy Fever" by Joanne Kennedy (chosen through the service random.org) is..................Angie Adair! Congratulations Angie! And thank you again to everyone who left a comment for the drawing!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Wow! Yesterday was such an exciting day:) So many people visited my little blog to support one of my favorite authors, Joanne Kennedy. Some of them were fellow authors...of which I love so it was really cool having so many people I admire and look up to visit my blog! I want to thank Joanne again for taking the time to visit with me and wish her all the best with her new book:) And thank you to everyone who left a comment! I will post the winner of Cowboy Fever sometime this week, so make sure you check back to see if you won. It's such a good book and honestly one of my all time favorites. You're in for a treat:) Thanks again everyone!
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
KL: Thanks so much for joining us today Joanne! When did you first realize that you wanted to become a writer?
Friday, May 25, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
I’m just going to go ahead and admit this right now. When I first read the synopsis for this novel I thought it was all over the place. Here we have twenty-six year old Shelby Flint who inherits her grandfather’s ranch; the same ranch she was raised on by said grandfather and helped maintain throughout the years. On top of having to run the ranch by herself now, she has to deal with her money hungry cousins suing her as they believe she put their grandfather up to willing her the land instead of selling it and splitting the profits with the family. Shelby is having enough trouble making ends meet without the added lawyer fees and new form of trouble for her herd of cattle in the form of a large wolf that she finds hovering around her property. Things couldn’t get any worse, right? Wrong. To top off the list of bad things going on in her life, she stumbles across a dead body on her property and soon finds out that marijuana growers are using her land for their product. Little bit of everything in this book, huh? That being said, the author really makes this work. The novel is written from Shelby’s point of view and I really enjoyed seeing things through her eyes. I will also say that I loved her inner monologues. LOL. She had me cracking up more than once through this read. I have never read a book before with a heroine like Shelby. She is a no-nonsense, gun wielding, strong willed woman who doesn’t back down to anyone. She fights for what is hers and isn’t afraid to stand her ground. That being said, I also liked how she interacted with Cash Newcomb, the new game warden in town and Shelby’s love interest. Cash has this ability to make Shelby shed her tough girl exterior and lose herself in the moment. The relationship between the two of them was so teasingly sexy that I actually felt every bit of sexually frustrated as Shelby. And Cash. Cash is just so…sigh. He is super sexy and very alpha male, which makes him way protective of Shelby. I loved their whole love/hate relationship and how the two of them just couldn’t stay away from each other. I read this novel in one day, staying up well past my bed time just to finish it. The only complaint I have about this novel is the fact that it ended:) I swear, when I hit that last page I honestly didn’t believe it was over. I kept swiping my finger across my kindle screen to get the page to turn, and when it didn’t I started tapping it like a mad person. If my kindle had the ability to file assault charges against me I think it would, lol. Honestly this was a very, very good novel. Cait Lavender is a talented writer and I’m expecting big things from her. That being said…Cait, please hurry up and write the next novel because I’m dying to know what happens next!
5 out of 5 Stars
Some Adult language, Mild Sexual Situations and Mild Violence
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tammie Flint is just a girl who wants to have a good time at the rodeo with her best friend--maybe even meet a few cute guys. She didn’t expect to fall in love with a cowboy or to put the lives of everyone she holds dear in danger.
Will any of them survive the Cowboy Moon?
This is a very quick and enjoyable read. So enjoyable that I hated for it to end! Hank and Tammie have this instant connection that at first just seems to be completely sexual, but soon you realize that they are destined to be together. This story is written in the first person, and I found that a bit confusing at times because it jumps from Hank’s point of view to Tammie’s. But after a while you get use to it and it’s not confusing anymore. All in all, this was a very good story and I definitely recommend it for others to read. Word of warning though…make sure you have plenty of time to spare because as soon as you hit the last page of this novel you will be wanting to read more:) And that’s where Cait Lavender’s full length novel, Hunter Moon, comes in to play. Check back tomorrow for my review of Hunter Moon!
4 out of 5 Stars
Some adult language, sexual situations (mild), and mild violence.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Happy Friday everyone! Today I am visiting at MK McClintock's blog sharing one of my greatest adventures. I hope you all will stop by and check it out. Don't forget to leave a comment on the post for your chance to win a $15 amazon gift card or a copy of my book (ebook for Kindle). Have a great weekend!
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Please enjoy this excerpt from "Blind Veil":
Links to purchase the book:
About the Author:
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New Releases List: http://kristinecayne.blogspot.com/p/new-releases-list.html
Links to purchase the book:
Amazon ebook: http://amzn.com/B007WNTXR4
Amazon print: http://amzn.com/0984903429
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WNTXR4
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1110068745?ean=2940014564465
All Romance eBooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-deadlyaddiction-784712-152.html
Monday, May 7, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
First Annual Western Roundup Giveaway Hop
July 20th - 26th
- You can feature any book in the western genre, with cowboys, cowgirls...you get the idea. It can be paranormal, supernatural, historical, romantic, etc as long as it has cowboys.
- The book cannot contain steamy covers or erotica.
- Blogs must be 'family-friendly' (no 18+ over sites).
- It can be a printed copy or an ebook.
- You may feature just one book or multiple books that meet this criteria. You may have just one winner or multiple winners.
- No gift cards.
- There can only be 3 possible entries per person. 1 mandatory entry and up to 2 optional entries.
- The Hop Image and Linky must be part of your post.
- Your post must be live by 12:01 AM EST on Friday July 20th. Plan to put your post up anytime after 3:00 PM EST on Thursday, July 19th.
There's a prize for participating blogs too!At the end of the hop, we'll have a drawing where one participating blog will receive a $10 Amazon Gift Card and a western ebook of their choice ($5 value).
To sign up to host a giveaway, add your blog to the linky with your shipping info in parenthesis after your blog name - (US) or (Int).
Saturday, May 5, 2012
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And I'd also like to announce that the winner of the $10 amazon giftcard from yesterdays post goes to MK McClintock! Thanks for your comment MK!
Have a great day everyone!
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
KL: So you have a law degree...What made you decide you wanted to write novels instead of practice law?
HP: In truth, I do practice law. So far, I don’t make enough money from writing to stop! I became a lawyer to try and change things, but when I realized that wasn’t going to happen, I started looking for something creative to do. When I quit a job after only two days, the story was so funny I wrote it down and a passion was born.
KL: What inspired the idea for "Wings of Hope"?
HP: My father. He did all the things that Sol tells about in the book. He had an amazing life. He passed away seven years ago. When I was pregnant with my daughter, I wanted her to hear all my dad’s stories. I started writing them down and pretty soon found I had an idea for a novel.
KL: Without giving too much away, tell us a little bit about your book.
HP: When Sol, the father, finds out he is terminally ill, he asks his daughter, Jules to come and stay with him. He and her mother divorced when she was little and lived on opposite ends of the country. Her life isn’t really what she wants, so she gives it up and moves to stay with her father. Her father tells her about his life and imparts one of life’s greatest gifts—the power to try to achieve her dreams.
KL: Do you have a favorite scene from "Wings of Hope" that you'd like to share?
HP: My father had always been a serious early riser. I, on the other hand, could sleep until 9 or 10 any day of the week. Without an alarm, I couldn’t possibly get up. Staring at the clock when I went to bed, I vacillated about setting it. There was nothing we had to do; I’d asked my father before we went to bed. With the three hour time difference, I worried whether I would wake up before noon. In the end, I figured it couldn’t hurt to sleep late, so I didn’t set it.
Blearily, I looked at the clock, 9:45, especially since I was still on San Francisco time. Not as bad as I had anticipated. Pulling on some comfy red and white drawstring pants and thick graysocks, I padded down the hall toward the kitchen, praying there would still be some drinkable coffee.
When I saw my dad sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and the Times still in his robe, I knew that besides dying, he actually didn’t feel well. I couldn’t recall another time in my life that if I rose after 8 a.m. He wasn’t already in a custom tailored shirt and pants with Gucci or Prada shoes (always new, my father loved shoes more than any woman I’d ever seen). Concern flooded through me.
“I got smoked white fish and bialys yesterday. There’s still plenty of coffee.” He motioned toward the cabinet. Worried gnawed at me. My dad and I take our coffee the same way--three or four sugars (depending on the size of the cup) and enough cream to make it almost white. For years, my dad had made me coffee when I got up. Tears pricked at my eyes. I closed them to make them go away.
Instead, I tried to be cheerful. “Thanks! I can’t wait to have bialys--can’t get those anywhere but New York.”
As we sat at the table sipping coffee, I ventured my first question, “Dad, what were your parents like? You haven’t told me much about them, except that your mother had more brains in her pinkie than you’ve ever had.” I worried I wouldn’t have time to find out all I wanted to know.
He looked up, surprised. “Haven’t I told you about them?”
I shook my head. “But I’d really like to know more about them--especially what they were like.”
A smile spread across his face, “Really? I can’t believe that. My mother would have loved you--eaten you with a spoon. Remember when I took you to Fiddler on the Roof?”
I nodded, not wanting to break the spell by speaking.
“You were horrified that Golda hadn’t even met Tevya before they were married?”
I nodded again. That had horrified me, I couldn’t imagine not falling in love, courting, all that comes with the fun of meeting someone special, dressing up to go out, etc. The coffee mug warmed my hands, as I listened enraptured.
“Well, my parents were married like that.”
Rather than actually seeing it, I felt my jaw hit the floor. “You’re kidding!” I exclaimed without thinking.
“Nope.” He shook his head, watching me with amusement.“They’d never even seen one another. Married in a little village in Poland called Tarnapole. It is gone now--burned to the ground by the Nazis, I think.” His eyes misted over, but continued anyway. “My mother got pregnant with your Aunt Rebecca almost immediately. My dad was a barrel maker--and a fine woodworker. He made furniture for people as well. Six months after Rebecca was born, my mother got pregnant again--with Aunt Rachel. The pogroms went on at that time, and getting worse every day from what I gathered from my parents. Money and food were running out. It was quite desperate. My father decided to come to America, make some money with my mother’s brother who already lived here in New York, then send for my mother and the two girls. He left taking nearly two months to get to New York. It was barely three weeks after he stepped onto Ellis Island when World War One started. My mother and your aunts were trapped for the next three years. For a while, my dad could get in touch with them. He sent money, but after about a year, the lines were totally cut off. He didn’t know where they were, if they were even alive. As far as I know, he kept working, saving money. My mother on the other hand, was starving. The pogroms were continuing. The Cossacks were riding through villages, raping women and running everything that moved through with a sword.” He licked his lips, concentrating, clearly thinking about what it must have been like for his mother. My hair stood on end.
“One day, my mother was in the town rather than at their farm when the Cossacks came riding in. One grabbed my mother around the waist and lifted her onto the horse while he was moving. He intended to rape her in the saddle and kill her. She grabbed his pistol from out of the holster around his waist. She shot him dead as they rode.”
My mouth was open and my eyes were far bigger than saucers. My dad laughed at my expression. “I know. Totally amazing--she was an amazing woman. She never told me that story. Her brother told me after she died. I remember saying to him, ‘My Mother?’ I couldn’t believe it.”
“What happened?” I asked mesmerized. “How did she get away with it?”
He nodded solemnly. “I asked the same question. She rode back to the farm. Her brothers buried the body. They slaughtered the horse and ate the meat—they couldn’t keep it, even though it would have been great for the farm, because it would have aroused suspicion and questions--but it was no longer safe for her or your aunts. People had seen it happen. They knew it wasn’t long before someone turned her in for a loaf of bread.” He bit the inside of his cheek, just a bit; frightened for them even though he knew it turned out alright.
“So she took what she could carry, along with my sisters and started walking to America.”
“Walking? Are you serious?” I literally could not imagine walking thousands of miles.
“Yep. She and my sisters hid in the woods during the day and walked at night for months. Eventually, she joined a refugee line.”
“How long did it take?” I couldn’t imagine. The fear I felt hearing about it was palpable--what must it have been like to go through something like that?
“Two years--are you kidding me? She walked for two years.” I was incredulous.
He nodded. “Unbelievable, huh?” He clasped his hands and looked down at them, trying to imagine what those two years would have been like.
I was speechless, thinking of the small things—nothing to eat, nowhere to sleep, no privacy for anything.
“The most amazing part is that she made it.”
“Wow, I wish I’d met her.”
“Me, too. She was something else. She spoke eleven languages. When she arrived in America, she would go through the streets looking for broken furniture and bring it back for my father to fix and resell. They built up quite a furniture business. When the Depression hit, they lost it all. My dad had to take a job as a window washer, earning $9 a week, to feed a family of six. I never saw him in the morning, he was up and gone before the sun.” There was a dreamy quality to his expression. I imagined him as a little boy looking up to his father.
“He fell off his ladder once. Your uncle and I were young teenagers. For two weeks, we did the window washing route. The two of us couldn’t do together what he did in a day. After the two weeks, my dad was up with only a broken hand. Your uncle and I went with him for two more weeks. With a broken hand, he did twice as many windows as your uncle and I did in a day.” His smile was rueful.
With a small chuckle, he continued, “My mother was the brains of the operation. After six years, my dad came home--I’ll never forget it--she said, ‘You don’t work for Jakob anymore. ’
My dad turned white, ‘My God! He fired me? ’ I was terrified he was going to drop dead right there; he was stricken.” Dad’s face blanched at the memory. He had really been frightened.
‘No, ’ she responded looking horrified. ‘I bought the business. ’
Can you imagine? She was able to save the money for that? Let me tell you, we never went hungry--or at least the kids never went hungry. As I think about it, I’m not certain I ever saw my parents eat. We did eat dinner together, but I imagine that was actually the only meal they ate.” His face was sad, realizing this now.
He shook his head in wonder. “I don’t really know if they were happy. People didn’t think about that then. Life was just too hard--but they knew they wanted a better life for their children. My mother wouldn’t let me speak anything but English. She said, ‘You’re an American, speak English! ’” The recollection brightened him. I felt a stab in my chest, thinking that he wouldn’t be with me much longer.
Each of us took a sip of our sweet, milky coffee. Quiet. Dad sat his coffee back on the table and gently stirred it. “I remember after I graduated from medical school, she came to my first office in Newark. She looked around, and when she left, she dusted off my shingle--my name at the front door.”I’d never seen my dad so sentimental. His eyes had tears in them, and he was clearly too choked up to talk. Slipping my hand over his, I waited.
After a few minutes, he looked up at me and smiled. Squeezing my hand, he said in a husky voice, “that was one of the best days of my life. I knew I had made her proud. I’ve been trying to recreate that feeling since then. I wanted to make the world proud by doing something significant. Now, I’m dying, and I don’t know exactly what I’ve accomplished.” Dad cleared his throat, and I knew the moment was over.
KL: What made you decide to choose self-publishing? Would you do it again?
HP: I got tired of sending my novel out and getting letters that said how well I wrote, but it wasn’t right for this editor or publisher or agent. I thought if I really could write, maybe I could make it by publishing it myself.
Before I self-published, I would spend a whole year trying to do traditional publishing. I don’t think I gave it enough time.
KL: What has been your greatest challenge as a writer? Greatest achievement?
HP: Promotion is super hard! I’m trying to figure it all out, but I’m still barely getting the hang of it.
Achievement? I’ve written three novels!
KL: Is there a message you'd like readers to take away from this book?
HP: Yes—it is always worth it to try and do what you want in life. It is better to fail than never to try.
KL: Do you have any interesting writing quirks?
HP: The strangest thing I do is write the story and then go back and fill in descriptions. I find them hard to write because I skip them in my own reading.
KL: What is your favorite non-writing pastime?
HP: Yoga—someday I hope to be a master yogi.
KL: What do you have in store next for your readers?
HP: I’ve just finished a legal thriller entitled “Justice Scorned.”
“Today, I received a black world.” Randall Taylor tells his mentor as he pulled the tiny globe out of his pocket. It is black on black, with the oceans matte and the landmasses glossy. Randall’s certain he is going to receive all the money and power he seeks, but long sought after revenge puts him in prison instead.
The letter said he was dying, that’s all Jules Weinstein knows when she leaves her life in San Francisco and moves to New York City to be with her father. She goes for the remarkable opportunity to really know her father. She never dreamed he had liberated a concentration camp, dealt cards to Bugsy Siegel or saved the life of a Black Panther. Wings of Hope is a road trip through the memories of a man making peace with his life. Little does she know that by getting to know her father, she will find herself. While her father struggles with whether his life was meaningful, Jules discovers that her father’s last gift to her is the ability to reach for her dreams. Her journey teacher her that “the goodbye” is sometimes the most heartbreakingly beautiful part of life.