Thursday, February 27, 2014

Great Contest - CHANCE for $100 Amazon Gift Card!!!

http://crystalrainlove.blogspot.com/p/2014-fool-for-romance-contest.html
Fool For Romance 2014
20 Authors, lots of ways to win

Grand prize is $100 Amazon Gift Card!

Now THIS is a contest!! I'm giving away a free copy of THE SEER'S LOVER. All you have to do is FOLLOW MY BLOG! and LIKE my FACEBOOK page!
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How to enter: 
Each author listed below has prepared a contest for you. Visit each author during the month of March to enter to win the prize listed by their name.
Visit EVERY author to increase your chance of winning the GRAND PRIZE of a $100 Amazon gift card.
You may win more than one contest so get in there and start entering!
Winners announced on 4/1/2014
Linda Morris is giving away a PDF copy of  The Mason Dixon Line to a lucky winner who follows her on Twitter 
Andrea Downing is giving away  a digital copy of Loveland, or a signed print copy (USA only) to a lucky entrant who likes her Facebook page.
Jeffe Kennedy: Post something excited about MASTER OF THE OPERA on some form of social media and comment to let her know, to enter to win a very cool Phantom of the Opera charm bracelet.
Laura Strickland:   Answer a question at her site to win a $10 Amazon gift card!
JM Stewart: Win a copy of  Her Knight in Black Leather. (signed paperback copy for US residents only. For overseas winners :  an ebook copy.) Enter by liking her Facebook page.
Zoe Forward is giving a $5 Amazon gift card to the lucky winner who likes her Facebook page! Make sure to comment  "Enter me to win #FFR2014" on the FFR icon post to enter!
Rachel Brimble is giving away a signed paperback copy of the latest book in her Harlequin Superromance series, What Belongs To Her. To enter, follow her blog and twitter.
Beth Caudill is giving away a Pair of Aluminum and Green Barrel weave earrings. To enter, comment on her blog.
Missy Jane is giving away a gift box. Enter at her site.
L.A. Kelley is giving away a signed copy The Naughty List at her blog.
Kat Duncan is giving away a signed paperback of "Ali's Victory" at her blog.
Amie Louellen is giving away a free download of Love Potion Me, Baby (or other title if the winner already  has this ). To enter, comment on her blog post.
Sawyer Bennett is giving away a signed copy of On The Rocks. To enter, like on Facebook and follow on Twitter. 
Sharon Struth is giving away a signed copy of The Hourglass & $10 Amazon Gift Card.Enter at her blog.

Brandy Walker is giving away a signed set of books: Craving More, Claiming More and Dallas & Kacie, Tiger Nip Trading Card Pack, Bookmark & pen. Visit her site to enter.
Lisa Rayns is giving away Two ebooks - (The first two books in the Wanted: Vampire Trilogy). Comment on her blog to enter. 
Amber Leigh Williams is giving away book bundles to three lucky winners. Enter at her blog.
Crystal-Rain Love is giving away a $10 Amazon gift card. To enter, visit her contest page and answer a simple question after downloading a FREE copy of Moonlit Dream!
Chris Marie Green is giving away the following: 1st Prize: $25 Amazon gift card, 2nd Prize: 6 backlist books, 3rd Prize: 4 backlist books.  Comment on her blog to enter.

Remember to enter each author's individual author's contest to increase your chance of winning the $100 Amazon Gift Card Grand Prize !!!




Monday, February 24, 2014

Today's the DAY!!



Yippie! The Seer's Lover is FINALLY available on Amazon Kindle!

Here is the link:

AMAZON -

How about you do me a favor?? Just read the blurb or get the free sample sent to your kindle -

I like to think of the book as JR Ward meets Dan Browne - but tell me what YOU think!

Leave a comment that you downloaded the free sample and I'll send you ONE of the THREE free songs written just for this book!

I'm over at http://jlsheppard.com/blog/

where she was kind enough to spotlight my book - leave a comment over there for FREE SWAG!

Thanks to everyone who continues to support me on my writing journey!!

--Kat

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Welcome Chrys Fey with her new novel HURRICAINE CRIMES!






I read Hurricane Crimes in a cold January weekend of Wisconsin's POLAR VORTEX - haha! What a fun, quick and SUSPENSEFUL read. This is a tale of Beth, who has hunkered down to stick out a hurricane and rescues the mysterious Donovan who crashes his car in front of her house. With the hurricane and Donovan's secrets crashing in around her, Beth comes out as strong character who is willing to fight for what, and who she loves!
 Now, I'd like you all to get to know Chrys with my infamous Get-To-Know-You Questions - so take it away Beth!

1. How would your mother describe you in one word?

Creative

2. What is your favorite flower?

I love flowers and have many favorites, but above them all, even above passion flowers, are daisies. They are so simple and sweet that it’s impossible not to love them.

3. What word in the English language do you wish you had invented?

Animalistic. If I can slip this word into my writing I become extremely happy.

4. Where would you like to live?

Well, there are two places…Within the United States I would pick North Carolina. I really want to live somewhere that sees all four season, unlike Florida. As for another country, I would pick Ireland. It has been my dream for as long as I can remember to go to Ireland and live there for a month. Or more.

5. What is the first quote that comes to your mind?

“With pain comes understanding. With understanding comes life.” I heard this many, many years ago and I don’t know who it’s by. I wish I did because it has become my life motto.

6. What is the main fault in your heroine?

I suppose the main fault in Beth Kennedy from my debut eBook, Hurricane Crimes, is the fact that she lusts after a man who may be a murderer, and may actually kill her.

7. Who is your favorite historical figure?

Queen Elizabeth 1 of England. Everything about her just fascinates me.

8. What in the world do you least desire?

I least desire mushrooms. I’ve disliked them ever since I had my first taste as a child. I can’t even stand the smell of them cooking. (Sorry, mushroom lovers.)

9.  Finish this sentence: “Happiness is a thing called…”

writing!


Book Links:


Blurb:

After her car breaks down, Beth Kennedy is forced to stay in Florida, the target of Hurricane Sabrina. She stocks up supplies, boards up windows, and hunkers down to wait out the storm, but her plan unravels when she witnesses a car accident. Risking her life, she braves the winds to save the driver. Just when she believes they are safe, she finds out the man she saved could possibly be more dangerous than the severe weather.

Donovan Goldwyn only wanted to hide from the police, but the hurricane shoved his car into a tree. Now he's trapped with a beautiful woman while the evidence that can prove his innocence to a brutal crime is out there for anyone to find.

As Hurricane Sabrina wreaks havoc, Beth has no other choice but to trust Donovan to stay alive. But will she survive, or will she become another hurricane crime?


Excerpt:

On the television set, which was fighting to stay alive, was breaking news. She caught bits and pieces of it as she emptied the bowl of blood-tainted water and threw out the cloth. It was about a high-speed chase that had occurred about a half-hour ago. Beth shook her head. Apparently, Donovan wasn’t the only idiot driving around during a hurricane.

She went back into the living room and began replacing all the medical supplies into the first-aid kit. Behind her, a reporter was explaining that the driver of the car was believed to be a murder suspect.

“The name of the—”

The lights flashed, prompting Beth to snatch up her flashlight.

“Donovan Goldwyn.”

Her fingers went cold around the plastic tube as ice frosted her veins. She straightened her spine and turned stiffly to the television, her heart wasn’t beating in her chest. On the screen was the picture of the man who was right now changing in her bedroom. Above it was a caption in bold letters that read—SUSPECT.

She gripped the flashlight in her frozen fingers. Her heart thudded fearfully. She stared into the immobilized violet eyes through the glass.
           
“Oh my god,” she gasped.

She had brought a murderer into her home!




Bio:
Chrys Fey is the author of the short stories—The Summer Bride and Fallen. She created the blog Write with Fey to offer aspiring writers advice and inspiration. She lives in Florida where she is ready to battle the next hurricane that comes her way.


Author Links:
Google +: www.google.com/+ChrysFey    

Sunday, February 2, 2014

My First Middle Grade Spotlight!



Please welcome LRS to Quill or Pill with a super fun new Middle Grade Fantasy book - check out the great giveaways at the end of the blog!

Launching Sisters to WitchCamp

Genre: Middle grade fantasy

Publisher:  MuseItUp Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-77127-482-1

Number of pages: 118
Word Count:  31474

Cover Artist: Charlotte Volnek


Book Description:

Sixth-grader J.J. learns there are no easy breaks in life.

When J.J. discovers the opportunity to send his maddening sisters off to WitchCamp, he has fantasies of a delightful summer. However, J.J. and his friend are soon off on a ride they didn't anticipate -- one that lands them in a chilling mess of witch hunts and creature feasts.

With his creative ideas, J.J. utilizes their risky escapades to escape. But making deals with superhuman creatures just lands them in hotter water.

Now it’s up to J.J. to save them all from certain death by being more imaginative and daring than ever before. 

Now let's get to know the author...drum roll please!



1.      How would your mother describe you in one word?
Stubborn

2.      What is your favorite flower?
Speaking of mother, I’d have to say the pink rose. My earliest memory of flowers is my mom’s bush of pink roses, and I associate it with her TLC. But in case someone is thinking of sending me one, please don’t. Flowers yanked from their life source depress me. My husband has learned to buy me balloons instead.   

3.      What is the most insane question you’ve ever been asked?
“Mommy, at what age will I grow eyes on the back of my head, like you have?”

That’s when I learned to be careful of figurative speech with kids.

4.      What word in the English language do you wish you had invented?
Celestial.

5.      Where would you like to live?
 In a house that never gets messy.

6.      What is the first quote that comes to your mind?
Just read this one this morning on goodreads, and it stuck in my head:
“A really good book doesn’t need a bookmark, because you’ll never put it down long enough to forget the page you were on.”  So true, in my case at least.


7.      What animal best describes the kind of boy you’d be interested in?
 Any tamed species.

What do you miss about your childhood?
Not caring about how I looked when I romped around outdoors. Now I struggle with myself about whether or not to go to the playground if I’m not wearing a full face of makeup.

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
I’m kind of guilty of the above, as I already make use of a couple of pen names. Perhaps another one would be Lorelai. I love the melodic sound of the “L”s.  

What is the main fault in your character?
J.J. is too self-assured to appreciate what the significant others in his life have to offer. 

Who is your favorite historical figure?
The person who invented the shower.

If you met the right boy today, would you propose tomorrow?
Thankfully, met him sixteen years ago, but in any case, I have too much pride to propose.

What in the world do you least desire?
Publicity. Yes, I know that is ironic to say when I’m in midst of a book tour, but its Launching Sisters to WitchCamp I’m promoting, not myself.


Finish this sentence: “Happiness is a thing called..."
Fulfillment.


That was awesome - thanks for subjecting yourself to my author get-to-know-you questions LRS! On to something I love...book trailers! So here you go....






Mini excerpt

“Crack open your piggy bank and we’re out of here.” I propel DaveyBoy to Main Street, and hit the costume store. Diving in to a pile of wigs, I pull out two that will do the job. My wig is shiny black and the hair hangs down to my elbows. DaveyBoy’s is a brown mop of frizz, which extends halfway down his back.
The manicurist looks like she’s ready to call the crazy house when we saunter in to her salon and ask for fake long nails. Money does the trick, though, and soon enough we exit with long nails polished in black. 
DaveyBoy clears his throat. “Um, J.J., what exactly are we doing? Are we going to a costume party?”
“Don’t you get it, dude? Our long hair and nails are tickets to the WitchCamp!” 
He walks straight into an electric pole.
“Ouch.” I wince.
He rubs his temple and looks at me with puppy dog eyes. “Tell me you’re joking.”
 “A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. But, cheer up, buddy. Think of it as an amazing adventure we can add to our list of summer escapades.”

Excerpt #2

“Ready yourselves for your hunt. Today we will feast on your kills in Goblinland,” a voice announces.
“I think now is the time to play hooky,” whispers DaveyBoy, the kid who never misses a day of school.
But we’re flying through the air back to our hut and we land on our witchy rides before I get a chance to say that I doubt they’ll let us off the hook.
On all sides of me, witches of all shapes and sizes fly on their mounts, leaning forward with an excited urgency. I think the trainees are starved before the missions exactly for this reason—everyone must be much more eager to hunt when their stomachs are growling.
There’s no driver behind me today. The wind slashes through my wig, blowing hair in all directions, yet my clips hold fast, and it stays glued to my head. My mount picks up speed and ascends higher in the air. I feel like I’m riding a shooting star. I hold on with only one hand and shout out, “Whoopeee!”
The ride ends all too soon for me. We start descending on a gray colorless land resembling the terrain on the moon.
As soon as we dismount onto a cement covered ground that looks a bit like a parking lot, our mounts vanish into thin air.
“Where did they go?” DaveyBoy cries out, his head spinning from side to side.
“Oh, they’re here, hovering above our heads,” a witch with braces and red lipstick informs him. “They went invisible now so when we scatter, the goblins won’t have a clue we’re here and come hunting us down.”
There’s a protruding ball in DaveyBoy’s throat. “Do you mean the goblins will eat us if we get caught?”
“Oh, they’re not like us who enjoy luscious dishes made from different species of creatures. This group in particular is vegetarian.”
“Phew! I was really scared there for a minute.”
“You can’t let down your guard, though. They may not be interested in eating you, but you can be sure they’ll kill you if you get caught.”
DaveyBoy stumbles and I get a grip on him to steady him before he hits the gray cement floor.
“Have your spoons at the ready, and you’ll be fine.” She pats his shoulder with spoons she’s pulled out of her tall black boots.
DaveyBoy looks at me with a desperate question mark in his pitiful gaze.
It’s obvious what he’s asking, and the answer is no, I didn’t bring along my spoons. How was a recruit supposed to know that? No one told us anything. Gosh, this camp stinks in the training department. “Did any of the counselors bring along spares?” I ask the girl.
“No such thing, only the spoons assigned to you at your first feast will work for you.”
“I think this is when we exit the mission,” DaveyBoy announces.
“There’s no going back. Your rides will only return you to camp when you’ve captured at least one goblin—but all you need is one goblin for the two of you if you’re a pair, so you should be okay.”
A whisper, carried by the wind, swirls through us. “All witches have arrived. Hunt begins in three minutes. Ready yourselves.” Coils of rope and an egg-shaped plastic container dances before each of us. We stick out our hands and grab on to them. I unscrew the container. Maybe there are some magical remote controlled bullets in here or something. The lid pops off, and I stare inside…
Bubblegum. Loads of it.
“A snack? Now?” DaveyBoy asks.
The girl shakes her head. “No, silly, the rope and gum are your ammunition, especially helpful for those who forgot to bring their spoons. See what you’ve got to do.” The girl pops piece after piece of gum into her mouth and chews vigorously, saliva dripping down her chin. She blows a huge bubble, pops it, and takes the sticky wad out of her mouth and places it back in the container. “Get it?”
“Not exactly,” I say. “What happens, when you pop the bubble, the goblin pops?”
“You’re both kinda weird. No, the rope and gum are your trapping materials. When the goblin gets stuck on the sticky wad, you tie him up with your rope and drag him back here. Then you’ll be whisked back to camp with him, and the butchering and cooking spells will take care of the rest. It’s really quite simple. See?”
What I see is that we’re in for something that will either be the death of us, or it will turn out to be another summer adventure worth writing home about.
The three minutes are up, and the witches spread out from the circle and disperse. I motion to DaveyBoy to proceed along with me.
“I’m sweating from fear. What’s the plan, J.J.?”
“I’m thinking. Okay, the fact is we’re at a serious disadvantage, having no magic spoons.”
He stops in his tracks and takes short deep breaths. I’m too busy churning the gears in my brain to calm him down. He must have taken sixty-six breaths when I figure it out.
“Surprise! Our only chance at capturing a goblin is if we use strategy, and our best shot is to try and catch one unawares. The witches with spoons can afford to engage in out and out warfare, but we’ve got to play this game unfairly.”
“You can’t be serious. You know I never cheat.”
Oh boy, do I know. How many times have I tried to encourage him to copy homework from the Internet after the bullies stole his own work, and he stubbornly refused to “have a hand in cheating” as he calls it.
“If the goblins here are anything at all like they are in the fairytales, then I wouldn’t at all put it past them to use some crafty tricks too. So unless you want to be fuel to feed a goblin bonfire, cheating it is.”

About the Author:

LRS has a master’s degree in psychology. For more than ten years she pretended to be working while she was on the floor enjoying playtime with kids.

She has lived on the eastern and western coasts of the U.S.A, as well as abroad, and currently resides in Canada with her family. Wherever she is, she can’t pass by a toy store without going inside.

When she's not writing, she can usually be found in her kitchen, where she’s either baking (and sampling) cookies or stirring a pot. (Unfortunately, she has yet to find a magical spoon.)  




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