One Two, Karma’s Coming for You! New Free Read #KIBJ #paranormal

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Welcome to the first installment of my new paranormal erotic romance Karma In Blue Jeans (Immortal Siblings). As you know, this is the first book in this cross over series and I couldn’t be more excited to share it with you. Each week I’ll post a new chapter so you can follow along as the Goddess Karma gives humans their just rewards…good or bad. Since this is updated each week, I want you to enjoy the story as it unfolds. No blurbs. No teasers. Just a chapter at a time.

For those of you who’ve read my Now and Forever series (three books are out now) and the first in my Kayne Legacy series will be familiar with three of the Immortal Siblings already. Yeshua is the Eldest and Master Creator. Fate is the Goddess in charge of Destiny, and Lucius is the God of Trials and Tribulations. Together they make up The Three. They have many more siblings each in charge of various tasks when it comes to overseeing their mortal creations. In this book you’ll meet Rhiannon, the Goddess of Second Chances and the heroine, Karma. You all know of Karma as in what goes around comes around. What you may not know is she takes her job seriously. She doesn’t come by her punishments lightly and she doesn’t reward on a whim. Her gifts can be a blessing depending upon how you benefit from them either as the direct recipient, or those who’ve asked for her to intervene.

She hears your pleas and knows all. You can’t hide or lie your way out of it when Karma comes to call.

*snicker*

Sorry, couldn’t help myself. Karma isn’t always sweet, nor is she always kind. She is however just and fair. That too depends upon your perspective.

Enough of the small talk. Here’s what you’ve all been waiting for…

 

Karma In Blue Jeans

Chapter 1

 

 

fashionable beautiful girl in jeans.blond Sexy woman.Long hair“Tell me why you’ve summoned me, Rhiannon? Lucius assured me you would handle this one yourself.”

The Goddess of Second Chances sighed. “This human has pushed me well beyond my breaking point. I gave her every opportunity to prove to me she was worthy of the second chances.”

“Peace and love no longer working?” Karma raised one eyebrow and tilted her head. She knew damn well it would be enough to set her sister off on one of her lectures explaining why every mortal deserved a second chance. This one they observed now had been a special project. Their Elder Siblings had ruled she was to allow Rhiannon to continue to work her charms.

She’d fought with them for hours that it was now her job to dole out the punishment to fit the crimes this author had committed. She’d been right from the start and it took all her strength not to gloat.

“Save the ‘I told you so’ speech. I wasn’t wrong to help this one overcome her cancer scares—twice mind you.”

“No, you weren’t. The deal was she’d change her life around in exchange for those new leases on life.”

Rhiannon rolled her violet eyes and tossed her wild man of multi-colored hair. “She did, but not for the better. Instead of enjoying life, she’s become a vile creature. She terrorizes her competition and has been manipulating her fans behind the scenes to get them to do her dirty work.”

“Not to mention destroying her liver guzzling the vino every day.”

Her older sister nodded. “I helped her find a second chance at love, get pregnant after doctors thought the chemo had rendered her infertile, and finally gave her the courage to pitch her first novel to an internationally best-selling author. She won a publishing contract because of that pitch and here she is squandering all of it away.”

“Aye. I’ve kept close tabs on her too. You felt so strongly about her I’d thought perhaps my initial judgment had been too harsh—“

Rhiannon laughed. “Never have you been wrong before, but I had hoped maybe this time would be different.”

She shook her head. “This was a test for both of us. Yeshua wanted to be sure we’ll be able to take over if Lucius decides to follow his heart.”

“I told The Three I cannot do what needs to be done. I’m too trusting Their creations will prove they deserve all the blessings we have to offer. You on the other hand…”

“Enjoy punishing too much?”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“I do take my job seriously. There are consequences for our actions, both good and bad. I reward as often as I punish.”

“That’s why I asked you to join me here. It’s time to punish this one. She needs to see and experience the harm she’s done to her colleagues and those who have supported her unconditionally.”

Karma nodded. “She will.”

“Times three?”

“Threefold for every infraction. The list is long and she will suffer before it’s over.”

“Let’s hope she sees the truth and can finally change her ways.”

“She’ll end up one miserable creature if she doesn’t. Those she’s harmed will no longer have to worry about what she can and cannot do. Her humiliation will be epic.”

Rhiannon raised her eyebrow this time. “You’ve picked up some more of their language I see. Courtesy of your lover?”

Karma stifled a giggled. Her sister’s expression mirrored the one she’d given her on many occasions. In fact, both had learned it from their eldest brother. With just that look, Yeshua had been able to get them to confess anything. If only the mortals could experience the look from him. Our jobs would be so much easier! “Justice has blended in with them for centuries by adapting to their ways. He has been a great asset in my dealings with them. Frankly, I don’t understand half of what he says when it comes to all the electronics. I can see the fascination Lucius has for all of it, but it frustrates me. I feel it hinders me from carrying out my duties.”

“Will They allow you more time living with them as you’ve asked?”

“Fate doesn’t think it’s wise. She’s afraid I’ll join Lucius and give up my Immortality for a lowly human.”

“You never know what your heart will decide, little sister.”

She shook her head. “I’m quite content with my position and with Justice.”

“A demigod is nothing more than a glorified mortal. He may have the gift of long life, but he will not live forever, darling. He’ll grow old while you stay forever young and vibrant.” Rhiannon combed her fingers through Karma’s long tresses. “I do love your blonde look. You’d fit right in with those you have to put through the Tests.”

“Lucius suggested I go back to my raven hair, cut it short and let it go wild. His idea is if I looked more like him, Fate would cave in. She has a soft spot for him even though they bicker all the time.”

“You’ve changed your appearance to go with your moods. We all know when you show up with the fiery red curls piled high on your head, Karma the Banshee is on the prowl!”

The goddesses’ laughter rang out. Only the pets in the room heard the tinkling. They swished their tails and twitched their ears in response.

“How will you begin with this one?”

She smiled. “It’s already started…”

 

 

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“Evangeline? What’s happened to all your books on your publisher’s website? Every single one has a message that they’re unavailable and under review.”

She scowled. Her husband had a way of turning every little thing into a major catastrophe. Nine times out of ten he’s either misread or misunderstood something. “What the fuck are you talking about now? I was on there this morning to check sales and nothing was wrong. You must be looking at someone else’s author page.”

“No, I’m not. Pull it up for yourself if you don’t believe me. They’re listed as unavailable on Amazon too.”

Her stomach dropped. Her worst nightmare had actually come true. Last year, she’d pretended someone had hindered her ability to promote her books. She’d used her daughter’s computer to report a few of her posts as offensive. Facebook did the rest. No one could post links to her books on the site for three days. Evangeline had a blast watching her uber fans go on a witch hunt. Guzzling glass after glass of Pinot Grigio and watching the top authors in her genre slip down the rankings had provided her a rush like no other she’s ever experienced.

The thrill had been such a high that she ignored the warnings she’d secured her spot on the authors behaving badly lists among her colleagues, bloggers and readers. She didn’t care. All of them suspected her of being the master mind behind the turmoil, but none had any proof.

Her cell rang. By the ring tone she knew it was her publisher before she caught a glimpse of the caller ID. She cleared her throat and smiled. She hoped it would help bring a carefree tone to her voice when she answered.

“Hey, Jess! What can I do for you?”

“Evie, I wanted you to hear this from me before we make a press release. We’ve been hit with a cease and desist order and had to pull all of your books.”

“I don’t understand. Why?” No no no! This is not happening.

“Angela Worthington has come forward and claims you’ve plagiarized her work.”

Her heart stopped. Her throat constricted and she struggled to pull air into her lungs. That bitch! She’d promised to keep her yap shut.

“Did you hear what I said? She has proof—page after page of rough drafts, emails between the two of you, screen shots of everything.”

“No. She’s lying. We worked together, yes. I bounced ideas off of her. Nothing more.”

“Cut the bullshit. I went through all of this myself. It’s tight. She’s filed lawsuits against Bliss and you for copyright infringement and theft of livelihood.”

“Are you kidding me? Theft of her livelihood? She’s never published a word other than putting it up on Wattpad. She doesn’t have a leg to stand on.”

The doorbell rang just as she walked out of her office. “This is the first I’ve heard of any lawsuit. Seems to me there is something else going on. She wants to ruin me.” She ripped open the door to find a hot stud muffin standing on her porch.

“Evangeline Cross?”

“Yes?” She stood taller and pushed out her chest. “Can I help you?”

He handed her a large manila envelope. “You’ve been served.”

She recoiled and dropped the package to the ground. “Is this a fucking joke?”

“No Ma’am. I don’t know what’s in there but it came straight from the courthouse downtown. If I were you, I’d take it seriously.”

“Get back here! I won’t accept this.”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself. Doesn’t bother me in the least what you do with it. I’ve delivered it to you after you confirmed your identity.” He turned away from her and walked to his car parked two houses down from hers.

Well at least he had the decency to not pull into my driveway.

She’d been so rattled by the kid, she’d forgotten about Jess and the phone still at her ear.

“Evie? Evie? What’s going on?”

She marched back in the house and slammed the door behind her. She slid down the polished handcrafted cherry wood to the floor. “It was a punk ass process server.”

A sigh on the other end of the phone told her Jess was fed up. “I hope you have a good lawyer. Bliss will not be representing you in this. As far as we’re concerned, you broke contract with us. Your books have all been removed and we will be asking the courts to force you to cover all legal fees.”

“Wait a goddamn minute! After all I’ve done for you and for Bliss, you’re going to treat me like gutter trash?”

“All you’ve done for us? We took a chance on you because Liberty Valour vouched for you. Your debut novel with one of our competitors was a success. We awarded you the contract and hefty advances because you promised you could deliver.”

“I gave you a whole new series and the start of another one. Each of them has hundreds of reviews—“

“ALL NOT YOURS! You stole every single one of them from Angela and then promised her money in return for her silence.”

“No! She was paid as my assistant and crit partner.”

“Spin it any way you want. I have copies of your emails. I’ll be damned if I’ll sit back and let you drag Bliss through the mud because you broke the law. Ain’t happening, sweetheart.”

Her mind raced. Everything she’d worked so hard to achieve was slipping through her fingers. Time to play the pity card. “So you’re going to abandon me now when I need you the most? My health can’t take this kind of stress.”

“Enough! I’m sick and tired of hearing about your latest illness. Unless you can provide medical records to prove any of it, I’m not falling for another of your sob stories. Save it for the judge.”

The heat rose from her chest to the top of her head. “Don’t think for one minute I’m going down alone in this. Bliss owes me three months of royalties.”

“Subtract it from the amount you owe us. We’ve advanced you money for your last round in the hospital against your future royalties. Your sales have slumped. According to my records, you owe Bliss another ten grand.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Last quarter I was all caught up.”

“I guess that’s one more thing you’ll have to prove in court.”

KIBJ meme“Fine! You want a long, drawn out legal battle? You got it! My fans will turn on Bliss when they find out what you’ve done to me.”

“You better check out Twitter. The lawsuit has been made public. Your ‘fans’ are demanding an explanation. If I were you, I’d think long and hard about what you say in public or in that private group of yours from now on.”

“Is that a threat?” Her voice rose three octaves and she prepared to launch into another volley of profanities.

Her husband ripped the phone from her fingers. “Thank you for the call, Jess. From now on I think it’s best we only have contact through our lawyers.” He pushed the disconnect button and tossed the phone across the room.

“What did you do that for? The bitch accused me of stealing and lying to her. I won’t take that shit from anyone.”

“Stop it, Evangeline. You’ve told the lies so often now you’ve got yourself believing they’re true. The only book you wrote on your own was the first one. It’s high time you admitted that fact to yourself.”

“What do you know? You don’t read romance.”

“No, but I’ve been in this business long enough to know when someone can’t keep up with all the lies they’ve been telling. You thought you’d never get caught. I warned you this would all come back to bite you in the ass.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when we went to Hawaii three months ago.”

“With the money you got under false pretenses from Bliss. We didn’t need the money to go to Hawaii. You spent it on the trip and those fancy gift baskets you hand out to people to review your books—books you never wrote yourself. It’s all been a lie.”

Her eyes filled with tears and she collapsed against him. “You’re my husband. You’re supposed to stick by me through richer or poorer.”

“I love you and always will but I can’t stand by and let you keep up this charade. You have to come clean about all of it.”

She shoved him away from her. “What the hell are you going to do if I don’t?”

He dropped his hands and then shook his head. “I nearly lost you twice to cancer. I’d been blinded by having you alive and well that I missed all the warning signs. If you go on with these lies, you’ll lose everything. It doesn’t matter to me now because I lost you, my whole world, the moment you sent the first book to Bliss.”

She stood frozen to the floor as he turned and left her alone. Great! I don’t need him to get through this. I’ll show him. I’ll show everyone.

 

 

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Come back next week for Chapter 2

Evangeline spirals out of control!

 

Announcing Plans for a Free Read Coming Soon #paranormal #KIBJ

Hello all! I’m thrilled to announce my secret project known as KIBJ has now been green lighted as a free read on this blog. What is KIBJ you ask? It’s the start of a new series that crosses over between Now and Forever and the Kayne Legacy series. As those stories came together, more characters came into play and the new world was born.

The Immortal Siblings series came about during marathon brain storming and writing sessions. More gods and goddesses wanted to have their story told along with their Elder Siblings Yeshua, Fate, and Lucius aka The Three. For those of you who love Greek and Roman mythology, you may recognize some of the more famous siblings coming up in future novels but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. If I’m not careful, I’ll spill the whole shebang to you today and that would take away the surprise. So for now let’s talk about the current heroine.

This first book focuses on a younger Sister Goddess. She is poised to replace Lucius as the Immortal who oversees the Trials and Tribulations of their human creations. She’s had an active role in dolling out “just rewards” to the mortals for centuries, but feels she lacks one important skill. Before she accepts her new position in the family she has one request—to experience life among her charges. In her mind, if the mighty Lucius could become a love sick puppy, she could suffer the same fate unless she learns how to steel her heart and protect herself from the charms of the mortals.

KIBJ is the acronym and convenient hashtag for the title of the book: Karma in Blue Jeans (The Immortal Siblings).

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Karma is as tough as she is beautiful. The blonde (and sometimes raven haired) goddess can morph into any likeness she sees fit. She takes after Yeshua in that she is fair and righteous, but she cuts no slack for those who stomp on others to get ahead. She watches and waits to hand out her judgments until the perfect moment to deliver the most impact. Her goal is to get the mortals to learn from their mistakes and better themselves. She rewards those who have worked hard and punishes those who cheat and cause others harm. If you met her on the street, you’d never know she holds all the keys to your greatest successes and ultimate failure in your life.

She’s clashed with The Three over how to proceed with the humans, but they’ve allowed her free rein to make her decisions. She holds no favorites. For that reason alone, she is the perfect choice to replace Lucius as he gives up his place for the love of a mortal woman.

The first installment of the book will be available next month. I”m excited to share Karma’s story with you and can’t wait to hear what you think of her and her demigod lover, Justice!

 

Until then,

~Tammy

Birthday Celebration Means Gifts For You! #RomanticSuspense #Military

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Welcome to my 49th Birthday Celebration! Some folks are freaked out at the prospect of being “this close” to the big Five Oh, but not me. I couldn’t be happier. I happen to be one of those odd ducks who love getting older.

Well…

top of the world birthdaOkay so I don’t like the aches and pains that come with it, but the idea of reaching 50 and beyond doesn’t freak me out one bit. I have been through a lot during this lifetime and I wouldn’t change a thing. All of it has lead me to the place and the person I am today. I’ve had an amazing 23 year career as a veterinarian. I found my soul mate after giving up on ever finding him. I’m living my dream as a published poet and author several times over. I can’t complain!

3D MistletoeTo celebrate this milestone in my life, I want to give away signed copies of my holiday novelette, Meet Me Under the Mistletoe. All you have to do is leave a comment and enter your information in the Rafflecopter. Now, this version of WordPress doesn’t allow the Rafflecopter to be in this same post. All you have to do is click on the link below and it will take you to a separate page to finish your entry.

 

That’s it! The giveaway is only open to those in the US and Canada for the print version. For all others, you can still enter, but the prize will then be for the electronic book version (EPUB or MOBI)

 

Click on the following link to get your entries!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

Thank you all for helping me celebrate!

~Tammy

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Debut #EroticRomance from Elisabeth Joye Brings the HEAT

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Hello all! I know I’ve been MIA for a bit. I’ve been all over the place with my evil day job and gearing up for the holidays…including my birthday coming up in 8 days. In that light, I wanted to help celebrate the debut erotic romance of Elisabeth Joye. She’s a new author to me and I have to say I’m thrilled to have been asked to be one of the first to read and review her foray into the crazy world of romance!

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Invisible Ink is right up my alley. It’s strong and in your face erotic right out of the gate. Elisabeth’s writing style pulls you into the world of her characters and you feel as if you’re living the story right along with them. At first glance you may think you’re reading the typical Rock and Roll erotic tale. This is so much more than that!

I posted my review HERE and will put it up on Amazon as soon as the book goes live. Right now, it’s up for pre-order and you’ll want to reserve your copy now. Go on and read my review and see why. Seriously. I’ll wait.

What? You don’t want to read it yet? Okay, here’s the blurb

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Lex has never felt more exposed.

She has just allowed Jake Reed, the lead singer of rock band Inkjet, to undress her and tie her to a chair backstage after a show, only to have him leave to go sign autographs.

It is the start of a dark, obsessive relationship that will lead Lex, a 20-something public relations professional from L.A., to lose herself almost entirely as she struggles to break through her sexual boundaries without falling in love with Jake, an intimidatingly gorgeous Hollywood actor/rock star who closely guards his emotions.

What starts as a series of casual hookups ends up a powerful addiction that will push Lex past all her sexual boundaries as Jake moves repeatedly in and out of her life, making few promises along the way. Lex fights to keep a sense of herself while she succumbs to Jake’s glamorous world and his irresistible allure.

Still not convinced? How about a smokin’ hot adult excerpt?

 

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“What are you up to?” I asked.

“Stay here, don’t move.”

He went and flipped on one of the stage lights right on me and then planted himself in a front row seat. I could barely make out his face.

“Strip,” came his instructions over the microphone.

I stood and looked at him blankly for a second.

“This is why you brought me here?”

“I can’t hear you, but if I could, it doesn’t matter, because no talking, baby girl. You know my rules,” he ordered, his soft voice booming through the sound system.

I had already proven to him I was up for anything he asked for, so I did as I was told, removing my tank top and jeans and stepping out of my slip-ons.

“All of it,” he said.

The air was cool on my skin, but the lights were hot as hell. I looked around for a minute, over my shoulder and into the wings of the stage.

“No one’s here, I checked, don’t worry,” he breathed into the mic, his voice lowering.

I took off my underwear and I stood there naked in front of him, exactly what he wanted.

“Good. Now, walk the catwalk for me.”

I shot him an exasperated, confused look.

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“See that curved path in front of the stage right before the seats? That thing. Walk it.”

I felt utterly ridiculous as I padded my way down the catwalk and moved back and forth across the crescent-shaped little path that brought me closer to where Jake had perched himself.

I concentrated mostly on not falling and trying to look as poised as possible. I could feel his eyes on me from below, burning into me.

Then he laughed.

It wasn’t into the mic, but I was close enough to him that I could hear him.

“God, Jake, don’t be a fucking asshole and laugh at me up here!” I glared at him and he looked so smug. I wanted both to climb on top of him and also to punch him. If I would have known I would be naked on a stage, I would have worn heels or hit the gym more this week or…

“I was thinking about how a lot of girls wouldn’t do this if I told them to,” he said, smiling. “And if they did, they’d try to…do a stripper show for me or look seductive. But you’re …like…” he searched for the word he wanted to use. “there. You’re real. It’s fucking perfect.”

“You don’t have to flatter me, Jake,” I said, suddenly feeling more exposed. “You already have me. Obviously.”’

He looked me in the eye for a long time. His stare made the moment suddenly serious. Then he looked me up and down for longer than I was comfortable.

“Spin.”

I did.

“Slower.”

He was silent and I felt sick to my stomach with nerves, overwhelmed with self-conscious fears. He was pushing me too far.

I faced him again and stood there, my hand on my hip.

“Jesus Christ, Lex,” he said. “You’re so fucking hot. And you don’t even know it.”

I looked down at him, shrugged slightly, and said, “It only matters that you know it, Jake.”

He smiled big, showing off his perfect teeth.

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“Is that so?” He stood up and used all his strength to lift himself up on the walkway. He pressed himself up against me, picked me up, and moved us both back to the main part of the stage.

My naked skin rubbed against his clothing as I wrapped my body around him, my legs gripping his waist, his hands cupping my bare ass. I kissed his neck lightly and then moved to his lips as he set me down and cupped my ass in his hands.

“So you said you wanted to do something I’d never done before,” he said, pushing my shoulders down so I knelt on the stage in front of him. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl on a stage and where better to do that than the Los Angeles Amphitheater, right?”

On my knees, I knew he wanted something else first. A blow job. My stomach flipped again. Although we’d obviously already had a lot of sex, I had tactfully avoided trying to put his erection in my mouth until now.

I didn’t have a ton of confidence about my blow job skills in the first place, and his cock was by definition intimidating — larger than average, attached to a famous, super hot guy, and sexually powerful enough to take over my mind and life. It had unwittingly become the center of my universe.

Oral sex with Jake would put me in control for the first time. What if I didn’t do what he liked and I was desperate to please him the way he had pleased me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what I want you to do,” he said softly, cradling my chin with his long fingers. He was a mind reader.

He undid his zipper and lowered his jeans on his hips enough that I had access to his full length.

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I gripped one hand around the shaft and positioned my mouth around the tip, waiting for whatever instructions he had in mind. But instead of speaking, he grabbed me roughly by my hair and pushed into me as far as he could until I let out a muffled cry.

I closed my eyes and let my tongue dance around while he pulled my head into him and then out again by my hair, slowly at first so I could adjust and then at the pace he wanted.

I could not have been more compromised or exposed on a stage meant for an audience of thousands giving a fucking blowjob. But all I could think about was him and my hot breath and his skin against me. The setting fell away and time fell away with it.

 

Ready to reserve your copy now? Click HERE

My Review can be found HERE

 

About the Author

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Elisabeth Joye used to write about Congress. Now, she writes about sex. A former political journalist, she’s wanted to write a romance novel since she was 12 and finally found the inspiration to do it by incorporating her love of concerts and musicians. Invisible Ink is her first self-published novella.

When she’s not writing, Elisabeth is a stay-at-home mom to her four year old son. She lives in the Midwest with her husband and family.

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Inspiration and New Focus for My Career #ecwc2015 #amwriting

Passport to Romance Reader Appreciation Event 2015
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I had a wonderful time at the Emerald City Writers Conference held at the Westin Hotel in Bellevue, Washington. It was the first local gathering I’ve been able to attend since my husband and I moved to this beautiful state. Not only did I get to meet new readers and introduce them to my body of work, I attended several workshops. I came away with a renewed excitement about my writing career and many recommendations to put into practice.

My favorite lectures were given by M.L. Buckman. Series Thinking in a Hybrid World and Managing Your Inner Writer spoke directly to me answering several questions I had been asking myself over the last six months. I’ve been overwhelmed by how to proceed with my career path as a writer and balance that out with getting our fledgling publishing house running smoothly.

hybrid-author-2By definition, I am what you would call a hybrid author. I have published traditionally with Siren Bookstrand, and Indie/self published. Some take the definition a little further and call a hybrid one who has published with the larger publishing houses as well as smaller presses and self published their own work. No matter how you define the term, being a hybrid can be one of the best things to happen to an author and can be used to our advantage to keep readers coming back for more. Mr. Buckland does this by self publishing short stories and novellas in between the release dates of the larger novels he has traditionally published. Along with that, he offers a free short story on his website each month at the same time it’s for sale for purchase. An additional free short story is provided to his newsletter subscribers.

ALL of the stories are within the SAME SERIES. I kid you not! He has traditionally published books that can take a year in between release dates. The smaller works keep the stories going, in real time, so the readers never lose interest. Of course each can be a stand alone, but in this way all can be connected too. He does this with more than one of his series of books. I know what you’re thinking…

How can he do that when he has a contract with the publisher?

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Publishing contract

Simple answer is that he negotiated his contract this way. He had it spelled out the word count of the novels the publisher wanted under contract. The short stories and the books less than the contracted book count are his to do as he sees fit. This production model has turned into a win/win for him and the publisher and is simply BRILLIANT!

I now have a fire lit under me to come up with something similar in order to keep the interest up between the main books in my Now and Forever series and the Kayne Legacy Series. I’ll combine the special free short stories for my newsletter along with the limited free shorts on this site and for sale.

His second workshop was all about separating your Publisher side of your brain from the Writer side. This has become a major issue for me lately. Having to wear multiple hats in this career as well as adding in my full time job as a veterinarian has been exhausting to say the least. What happens more often than not is that I stare at an empty page on my computer and get absolutely nothing done. What Mr. Buckman does is set up schedules and deadlines for his Writer to complete which includes time away for the family and other responsibilities. By sticking to this schedule, he can accomplish a lot and have BALANCE.

My biggest problem is my Writer side of my brain jumps up and down with new ideas at least three times a day. With six pen names that can be confusing. Mr. Buckman suggested having Writer submit a book proposal to the Publisher. This is then filed away and offered to the Writer after the current deadline is met.

Yep. Mind. Blown.

I thought I was being smart putting my pen names on “vacation” while one was working. Now to add this into the mix and I think I can accomplish all my goals for the coming year. How fun is that?!

table set up before the doors opened for the readers
table set up before the doors opened for the readers

One other event that I enjoyed was the Passport to Readers event during this convention. They set it up differently this year so that participating authors were given tables to offer freebies to attending readers. This was an informal meet and greet that ended up a huge success. I’m not going to lie to you. When the doors first opened up, I was a bundle of nerves and afraid my table would be avoided. For most of the readers and authors there, I was an unknown element.

I gave away free signed copies of Meet Me Under the Mistletoe as a way to introduce myself to these new potential fans. I also included a magnet bottle cap with the Sassy Vixen logo on it.

My banners drew people in and I received tons of compliments on them. I was more than happy to tell everyone I got them from BuildASign. They did such a great job with my designs, I couldn’t help but spread the word about their site.

12109226_10205385425096225_3952954299072903423_nMost of the folks who stopped by asked that I personalize the books as well. I had them pre-signed to save time so I could keep talking to anyone who said hello. The event was two hours long, but I was out of all of my books—including my display books in an hour. I even gave away the mouse pad, key chains and pens. LOL! Next time I’ll have even more fun stuff to give away. If I save up now, and purchase them throughout the year, I can spread out the expenses and make the event even bigger at my table!

Focusing on one book to give away and having a few others on display worked best for me. If they asked about my other pen names I was more than happy to let them know about them too. After I got home, I found some of my fellow attendees online and we are now Facebook friends. Now we can keep in touch and continue to encourage each other throughout the year until the next gathering.

Now I’m off to put all I learned from this convention into action. Catch you later!

Until next time,

~Tammy

Lovers Promise to Always Meet Under the Mistletoe for #ScintillatingSunday #RomanticSuspense

 

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Welcome to this week’s Scintillating Sunday Showcase hosted by the Mile High Muses. This is a weekly blog hop showcasing eight words, sentences or paragraphs the participants find scintillating. The hop is open to all romance and erotic romance authors of all heat levels. There is something for everyone during this fun showcase and this week I thought I’d share the opening paragraphs from the POV of my heroine in Meet Me Under the Mistletoe. A few weeks back I shared the opening 8 paragraphs from the hero.

At the end of the post you can click on the special photo that will take you to the linky list of all the participants. This version of WordPress does not allow me to post the list here so the fun meme is the next best thing.

 

So here’s my eight for this week…

 

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“Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is the Northern Star. Rogue wave hit disabling the vessel. Engine room taking on water. Sinking fast. All eight are abandoning ship into life rafts. We’ve lost all power. Last known position nearly thirty nautical miles east of St. Matthew. Repeat. Mayday, mayday, mayday. Northern Star is taking on water. Entire crew is heading for life rafts. All in survival suits.”

Her stomach clenched. She knew the wives of five of the fisherman on that boat. Two of them worked with her at the hospital. As one of the few registered nurses on the island, Jolene knew all the local families. Any kind of emergency brought them all together and it looked like today was going to be a doozy. Better get rolling. No point in trying to go back to sleep. Might as well head in and start my shift early.

She tossed the covers back and slowly slid her swollen feet into her fuzzy slippers. There was no way she’d walk barefooted over the freezing hard wood floors this time of year. Although at eight and a half months pregnant, the cold often felt good when they were as swollen as they were at the moment. She stopped her shuffle to the bathroom and slipped her right foot out of the slipper and onto the floor. The chill radiated up from the floor, taking her breath away, and that was before her sole even made contact. She shoved her foot back into the warm slipper and continued on with her morning routine.

The hot water of the shower worked out all the kinks in her back as she ran the washcloth over her ever-expanding belly. “Well, little one. Your daddy is heading out on another day to save lives. Don’t you worry, though. He’ll be here for our kiss under the mistletoe. This same time next year, you’ll be joining us there, but this time you’ll just have to settle for kicking him through my belly.”

In response, she watched as a little foot made its way across her stretched skin and gave her another kick. She smiled as tears rolled down her cheeks. These were the things Steve missed out on when he was underway. It’d taken them nearly ten years to finally get pregnant, and now she had to experience all the little things alone. Keeping a detailed baby journal helped her husband stay in the loop as did their Skype calls, but somehow it wasn’t the same.

Six other times she’d managed to conceive, only to have their excitement dashed a few months later with miscarriages. This pregnancy was the only one nearly to term and so far everything had gone without a hitch—for the baby that is. Jolene suffered from debilitating morning sickness for her entire first trimester leaving her on bed rest for most of it. Two weeks ago her doctor dropped another bomb. She had gestational diabetes. It wasn’t unexpected, but just one more thing to add to the list of issues she had to go through alone.

As the steamy water continued to work on her muscles, she remembered the weekend they conceived their baby. Steve surprised her in the middle of her shift at the hospital with a dozen pale purple roses. He had won the lottery in his unit and gotten an extra two days of liberty. Lucky for her, the other nurses had been more than willing to cover the remainder of her shift.

As soon as they’d made it through the door of their condo, he had tossed her over his shoulder and bolted toward the bedroom. “I’m going to taste every inch of your body until you beg for mercy.”

 

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Meet Me Under the Mistletoe Blurb

Meet Me Under the MistletoeWhen Steve Sanders became a US Coast Guard Rescue Swimmer nearly twenty years ago, he knew he’d have to put his life on the line with each mission. Unfortunately, only three days before Christmas, Steve has to come face to face with the real possibility he’d break his promise to his wife and not return back to her and their unborn child.

Jolene Sanders is nearing the end of a difficult pregnancy and looking forward to finally spending their wedding anniversary with her husband. However, her holiday spirits are shattered when a distress call from a sinking fishing vessel calls the Coast Guard into action and puts her husband’s life on the line once again.

Left behind in a life raft during the rescue, Steve’s fate is now at the mercy of the wicked Bering Sea. Will this truly be his last mission, or will a miracle bring him back to meet his wife under the mistletoe?

Available only from Amazon (ebook and print)

Universal Link:  getBook.at/Mistletoe

So there you have it! I hope you had a great time here at this stop. Click on the photo below to go to the list to find your next stop!

Happy Reading!

~Tammy

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What to Do with Extra Military Leave for #ScintillatingSunday #RomanticSuspense

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Yay! I made it back again this week. It was touch and go there for a day or two as my “Evil Day Job” took over and sidelined me from quite a few things on my author to do list. No worries! I’m here and ready to share another eight paragraphs from my new special release Meet Me Under the Mistletoe. 

In cause you’re new to Scintillating Sunday Showcase, let me bring you up to speed. This is a weekly blog hop for erotic romance and romance authors of all heat levels. It’s hosted my the Mile High Muses and they’ve asked all participants to share EIGHT words, sentences, or paragraphs of one of our stories we feel is scintillating. The definition varies and that’s why you’ll see a variety of different posts each week. It’s also a great way to learn about authors new to you, or get sneak peeks at the works in progress of the authors you’re already following.

Okay enough of the yammering. Here’s my eight…

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe“Open your eyes, Jo. I need you to look at me.”

She did as he asked. Her hazel eyes positively glowed in the dim light of the room. Her pupils dilated even further and pulled him in.

This moment he craved every second they’ve been apart from each other. The connection between them deepened beyond physical at that instant and he finally allowed himself to let go completely. His orgasm slammed through his body as he exploded deep inside her. Even though his knees nearly buckled from the intensity of it, he kept pumping into her, filling her with his seed.

He rested his forehead against hers as their breathing slowed and the hot water rained down upon their flushed bodies. “God, I missed you.”

She brushed her hair off her forehead as he placed her down on her feet. She settled her back against his chest, her head under his chin. “I can tell.”

He kissed her forehead and reached for the shampoo. He loved to wash her hair while she clung to his body after sex. Caring for her like this made him feel just a little less guilty for leaving her alone for a month or more at a time.

She reached around and rested both her hands on his thighs as he lathered her hair. “You sure know how to treat a gal. I may just have to marry you one day.”

He chuckled. “You say that every time I come home on leave. Am I away so long you forget we’re already married?”

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I hope that’s enough to spark your interest in this one. Sassy Vixen Publishing has released it exclusively on Amazon for the next three months only. Next month I’ll have special signed print copies to hand out to readers at the Emerald City Writer’s Convention in Bellevue, WA. I can’t wait to find out what you all think of Jolene and Steve’s love story!

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Now for the hopping part! Since I have the WordPress version that doesn’t allow java, I had to come up with a way for you all to find the list of the participants. All you have to do is click on the following graphic and it will take you to the list. Easy peasy! Go on and click away and have fun!

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