Author Katalina Leon



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My name is Katalina Leon. I’m an artist, author, mother and wife. I write for Ellora’s Cave, Loose Id Publishing and a couple new to me publishers to be announced soon. I try to bring a touch of the mystical and a big sense of adventure to everything I write because I believe there’s a bold, kick-ass heroine inside all of us who wants to take a wild ride with a strong worthy hero.

Today I want to introduce a new paranormal book series from Ellora’s Cave that I think is something really special. The “Emerald Isle Fantasies” book series takes place in an enchanted Irish castle turned hotel and currently includes nine great Ellora’s Cave authors with more coming soon. It’s a whole lot of paranormal fun and romance with a little drama and few spooky chills thrown into the mix.

Here’s the Emerald Isle Fantasies Blurb:
When guests check into the historic Castle Tullamore Hotel they expect bucolic scenery and luxurious service. What they don’t anticipate is along with the 5 star accommodations they’ll also get drawn into lots of otherworldly Irish mischief and erotic enchantment.

At Castle Tullamore there are ghostly lovers, griffin-shifters, vampires, selkies, witches and werewolves waiting to lure the lonely and the adventurous into forbidden realms. The castle grounds are riddled with time portals where the unwitting can experience vivid adventures in other timelines. For the most part the hotel appears to be just a lovely Irish castle until things get wild and reality drops from underfoot like a swinging trapdoor.

My contribution to the Emerald Isle Fantasies is “Lord Griffin’s Prize” and of course includes a very sexy griffin-shifter who hasn’t been a man since 1332 AD…

Lord Griffin’s Prize
Katalina Leon

Tullamore Castle Ireland is an enchanted place where the unexpected happens. Phantom lovers materialize in haunted beds and a lonely griffin patrols the ramparts waiting to reclaim its mate. And that’s just the beginning.

For the adventure of a lifetime Maeve de’Burgo visits Tullamore to study genealogy. Through a magical act and time travel she becomes embroiled in a dangerous medieval romance and the unfinished life of her ancestor. Maeve gets thrown back in time to be captured, ravished and cherished as a war chief’s prize.

Ronan O’Griofa is a griffin-shifter, the most loyal of creatures. He’s been trapped in limbo as the avenging guardian of Tullamore since 1332 AD and longs to be free. When the soul of his wife returns to the castle he’s granted the privilege of becoming a man for one day to be her lover, win her heart and remind Maeve of a bond strong enough to last an eternity.

The Emerald Isle Fantasies collaboration was easy and came naturally. I’ve made a lot of good friends in the group. The project was started almost eighteen months ago. We were all Ellora’s Cave authors who were reassigned to a new editor based in Ireland. Our editor’s husband worked in the hospitality industry at a real Irish castle turned hotel. Pictures of his workplace were posted and the “Oohing and Ahhing” started immediately. Brainstorming to create our own fictitious castle filled with paranormal Irish high jinx and lots of unsuspecting guests was the next logical step.

Griffins have always had a special place in my heart. According to 9th century Irish author Stephen Scotus, griffins mate for life and are “highly monogamous.” If a mate dies the other will never re-mate, and that formed the basis of my story. Griffins rule both air and land with justice and loyalty. So you see its hard to not love a griffin!

A few years ago, as an anniversary gift, my husband gave me a beautiful bronze cast of a griffin to place next to my writing desk. The Griffin is there as a symbol of eternal love and loyalty. My husband’s a griffin at heart; he’s protective, loyal and he never turns his back on his responsibilities. I brought as much of that sentiment as I possibly could to “Lord Griffin’s Prize.”

I love my heroine Maeve. She’s basically a strong woman who’s recovering from a humiliating divorce. She’s a little fragile when she first arrives at Tullamore, but no fool. While researching a distant ancestor she was named for, Maeve is confronted by the spirit of her long lost soul mate—a medieval Irish war chief named Ronan. Maeve’s never meet a man like this in the modern world and she’s swept away. The adventure demands she be brave and take a whopping big leap of faith, and a few leaps through time as well.

I simply fell in love with Ronan. He’s all heart and self-sacrifice. He epitomizes all that’s good about griffins. In the end his loyalty to a good cause earns him a little justice. He’s been trapped in the form of a griffin for seven hundred years, but when Maeve’s soul returns to Tullamore he’s allowed one day, from sun up to sun down to take the form of man and win her heart. I absolutely loved writing these two characters and giving them a happily ever after.

Thank you for having me as a guest. I hope you’ll check out “Lord Griffin’s Prize” and The “Emerald Isle Fantasies” series.

Lord Griffin’s Prize is available now from Ellora’s Cave.
http://www.ellorascave.com/lord-griffin-s-prize.html

Look for Jennifer LaRose’s “Phantom Mischief”, Den Garson’s “Ghostly Persuasion” and Rebecca Royce’s “Crimson Lust”
And there will be more Emerald Isle Fantasies coming soon…

You can find me at these links:

Ellora’s Cave:
https://www.ellorascave.com/index.php/authors/index/author/slug/katalina-leon/
Loose Id:
http://www.loose-id.com/authors/a-f/amber-skyze-katalina-leon.html

Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00BIXI8BQ

All Romance eBooks:
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html
Night Owl Reviews Author Page:
http://erotica.nightowlreviews.com/V5/Authors/Katalina-Leon

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Lord Griffin’s Prize
Katalina Leon

Genre: Paranormal romance shape-shifter

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Date of Publication: July 10, 2013

ISBN: 9781419945397

Number of pages: 114
Word Count: 50k

Cover Artist: Syneca

http://www.ellorascave.com/lord-griffin-s-prize.html

Book Description:

Part of the Emerald Isles Fantasies series

Tullamore Castle Ireland is an enchanted place where the unexpected happens. Phantom lovers materialize in haunted beds and a lonely griffin patrols the ramparts waiting to reclaim its mate. And that’s just the beginning.

For the adventure of a lifetime Maeve de’Burgo visits Tullamore to study genealogy. Through a magical act and time travel she becomes embroiled in a dangerous medieval romance and the unfinished life of her ancestor. Maeve gets thrown back in time to be captured, ravished and cherished as a war chief’s prize.

Ronan O’Griofa is a griffin-shifter, the most loyal of creatures. He’s been trapped in limbo as the avenging guardian of Tullamore since 1332 AD and longs to be free. When the soul of his wife returns to the castle he’s granted the privilege of becoming a man for one day to be her lover, win her heart and remind Maeve of a bond strong enough to last an eternity.

Lord Griffin’s Prize
Katalina Leon
Chapter one

Maeve placed a gloved hand on the golden door handle of the Tullamore Castle Hotel and pushed. The glass door resisted against the vacuum of a blustery gust. The short but stormy walk from the cab to the curb had left rain sheeting from her umbrella and tall black boots.
She bore down, gave the door a firm shove and watched in awe as it swung open onto a timeless realm entrenched in equal parts modern luxury and dour medieval grit. Above the entrance a time-ravaged, iron-studded medieval shield bearing the image of a griffin held a place of honor between two Victorian-era crystal sconces, punctuating the contrast of a far-reaching past.
Maeve was too tired to care that she was tracking water across the patterned carpet as she ambled into the elegant front lobby dragging a lopsided piece of rolling luggage. For the past twenty-four hours she’d roamed airports, engaged in endless desperate bargaining with airline personnel to exchange tickets, hunted down cabs and texted anyone she could reach to tell them that her international flights and all her arrangements on the ground had been disrupted by turbulent weather.
The challenging journey from the US to Ireland had left her weary to the bone. Everything that could go wrong had. As she approached the front desk there was little wonder in her mind why the word “travel” had its roots in the original travail, which literally meant torture.
An attentive middle-aged woman, with red hair swept away from her stark face, stepped from behind the carved baroque counter to greet her. “You must be Maeve Clark. We received your message. I’m so sorry you’ve had such a difficult time getting here.” The woman reached for Maeve’s luggage. “Let’s get you signed in so you can rest.”
The woman glanced out the front entrance as the cab that had brought Maeve turned and drove away in the pouring rain. “I don’t see anyone else out there. Is Mr. Clark with you?”
“What time is it?” Maeve fought the impulse to rub her eyes with the heels of her hands and grind what little mascara still clung to her lashes onto her cheeks.
The woman smoothed the lapels of her prim navy suit. “It’s 1:11 a.m.”
“Oh god. I’m so disoriented I thought it was earlier. By the way, I’m no longer Maeve Clark. I made the reservations last year before I divorced. Didn’t I update you on the name change?”
The woman’s gaze lingered on the prominent wedding ring on Maeve’s left hand. “No name change was mentioned, but we have a beautiful room waiting and we’re pleased to have you visit with us, Miss…?”
“Maeve dé Burgo.”
The woman looked elated. “You’re a dé Burgo? Of course, now it all makes sense! Oh this is wonderful, and so appropriate. I’m certain you are aware that the ancestral founder of Tullamore Castle was Lord dé Burgo?” The woman clasped Maeve’s hand. “My name is Áine Byrne. I’m the current owner of Tullamore Castle and if I’m not mistaken, you and I are distant relations.”
“You’re the castle owner? I’m so happy to meet you, Miss Byrne.”
“Call me Áine. I’m simply thrilled to have a dé Burgo under our eaves again!”
Maeve was dumbfounded by the woman’s intense enthusiasm for her maiden name. “I’m surprised to see you working the front desk at this hour.”
“I’m a hands-on owner and a notorious insomniac. Night is when interesting things happen at Tullamore. I like seeing everything and everyone who comes through the front entrance. Hospitality is my business and I enjoy being hospitable.”
“Thank you, Áine.” Maeve was barely able to manage a smile in her exhausted state. “From the outside, the castle is so dramatic, very picturesque. I’m certainly looking forward to seeing my room.”
“Of course you are.” Áine took Maeve’s hint and hurried behind the counter to retrieve a massive leather-bound ledger with vellum pages. “Because you are a dé Burgo would you please sign the historic guest ledger?” She handed Maeve an old- fashioned feather quill and a bottle of ink.
Maeve sighed as she accepted the quill and ink. Despite her interest in all things historical, she had no experience writing with a quill and hoped she wouldn’t make a mess of Áine’s lovely old ledger with an inevitable clumsy ink splosh on the creamy page.
Áine seemed to read Maeve’s mind. “It’s not difficult. Simply dip, swipe the quill on the rim of the bottle and write far more slowly than you think you should.”
Maeve dipped the quill and sketched her name across the velum with shaky, scratchy strokes that required several dunks into the ink.
“Lovely.” Áine gazed at Maeve’s signature and set the ledger aside to dry. “By the way, the room you requested is not available. We had a slight accident with some workmen the other day and the room you reserved will require refurbishment.”
Maeve groaned in disappointment. “The cheerful little yellow room overlooking the rose garden isn’t available?”
“No.” Áine glanced at Maeve sideways. “We’re putting you in the O’Griofa suite tonight. It’s our finest room.”
Maeve gasped. She’d visited Castle Tullamore’s website many times and knew the O’Griofa suite was a sprawling set of adjoining rooms stuffed with priceless antiques and no doubt far beyond her budget.
“It’s all right.” Áine raised a preemptive palm into the air. “You will not be charged suite rates. The mistake was on our side and you shall be the one to benefit.”
Maeve exhaled. “Thank you.” A nearly forgotten thought surfaced. “Some months ago I contacted a Professor Burke to meet me here at the castle and help me to gather information about my family’s genealogy. I forgot to email him and tell him my flight was delayed. Has the professor contacted you?”
“Yes, I spoke with Professor Burke at some length and now that I know you’re a dé Burgo your research project makes perfect sense. The dé Burgos have shared a stunning history with Castle Tullamore. Your family has been here since the beginning.”
“I’ve been told I was named for a great ancestor of mine, Lady Maeve dé Burgo. I’m looking forward to learning more about her.”
Áine did not appear to be the least bit surprised by this bit of information. “There’s been a mild setback. I am sorry to say Professor Burke isn’t coming. He called yesterday to cancel your appointment. He must attend to emergency business in France and will not return for a fortnight. He apologized profusely for the sudden change of plans.”
“The professor’s not coming?” The energy drained from her. “I’m so disappointed. That was the core purpose of my trip to Tullamore.”
“Don’t despair.” Áine lifted her chin. “Another professor has volunteered to take his place.”
“Who?”
“Ironically it’s a Professor O’Griofa. He too claims a strong ancestral connection to Tullamore and has enjoyed a long association with the castle. Isn’t that an interesting coincidence?” Áine’s gaze sharpened. “Professor O’Griofa is considered the premier expert on Castle Tullamore, so it goes to show that tiny setbacks and substitutions can often be wonderful boons. I’m sure the change was for the best. Tullamore’s just that kind of place. One must expect the unexpected.” She reached for a brass skeleton key dangling from a hook. “We use an old-fashioned key for the O’Griofa suite. Come with me and I’ll show you to your room.”
Maeve followed Áine down a long corridor lined with gilt-framed oil portraits of the castle’s many occupants. They passed a staircase and approached an antiquated- looking iron-cage elevator.
“We’re going to take the lift.” Áine took hold of the iron filigree door and struggled to wrench it open. “This door can be so stubborn.” She gave the base of the door a brisk kick with the heel of her shoe until it opened. “Ah, there we go. You’re not claustrophobic or easily startled by screeching metallic sounds, are you?”
“No.” Maeve gazed longingly toward the staircase.
“Don’t worry, the lift is in excellent working condition. It’s just odd.”
Maeve lingered at the threshold. “How is it odd?”
“It’s haunted and there are a few other peculiarities.” “Like what? I would think haunted is peculiar enough.”
“Oh there’s much more.” Áine stepped into the lift, pulling the rolling luggage with her, and motioned for Maeve to follow. “Get in and I’ll tell you about its many eccentricities.”
Maeve felt her face blanch as she stepped inside the unsound-looking lift.
Áine slid the rattling door shut and pressed a button. The lift lurched with a grating noise and rose to the thumping whir of unseen gears and pulleys.
Maeve gulped a nervous breath. “I’ve never been in a lift like this.”
“You certainly haven’t!” Áine grinned with pride. “It’s one of a kind. I’ve had guests swear the lift delivered them into another time and place. Can you imagine that? A few bold souls have even claimed to encounter entities haunting the lift that encouraged them to engage in…” She hesitated. “How should I say this? Amorous behavior. Their actions were quite spontaneous and uninhibited, but I strongly suspect they didn’t do anything they didn’t already want to do.”
“Oh my.” Maeve laughed. “And they blamed the lift?”
The lift screeched to a jolting halt. Áine drew the door open. “We’re here.” She motioned for Maeve to exit. “The O’Griofa suite is at the end of the corridor.”
(Just wait until Maeve sees the handsome portrait of Lord O’Griofa. She’s in for trouble…)
Lord Griffin’s Prize is part of the Emerald Isle Fantasies book series and is available now from Ellora’s Cave. Be sure to check out the entire Emerald Isle Fantasies books series. It includes lots of talented Ellora’s Cave authors and loads of steamy, Irish enchantment. You can’t go wrong!
Jennifer LaRose “Phantom Mischief”
Rebecca Royce “Crimson Lust”
Dena Garson “Ghostly Persuasion”
And much more to come…
Ellora’s Cave:
http://www.ellorascave.com/series/emerald-isle-fantasies.html

About the Author:

I’m an artist, an author, mother and wife. I write for Ellora’s Cave, Loose Id Publishing and a couple new publishers to be announced soon. I try to bring a touch of the mystical and a big sense of adventure to everything I write because I believe there’s a bold, kick-ass heroine inside all of us who wants to take a wild ride with a strong worthy hero.

Ellora’s Cave:
https://www.ellorascave.com/index.php/authors/index/author/slug/katalina-leon/

Loose Id:
http://www.loose-id.com/authors/a-f/amber-skyze-katalina-leon.html

Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00BIXI8BQ

All Romance eBooks:
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html

Night Owl Reviews Author Page:
http://erotica.nightowlreviews.com/V5/Authors/Katalina-Leon

Pinterest:

Facebook:
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Seven Seals Series by Traci Douglass



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MY LIFE IN HELL’S KITCHEN

I admit, since getting my Roku box, I’ve been catching up on a bunch of shows that I never watched before. One of them is the Fox TV show Hell’s Kitchen. Do any of you watch this?

I’d heard of Chef Gordon Ramsay before, seen him on various talk shows, and had a pretty good idea of his bombastic, ballistic temper that is the show’s biggest draw. At first, I cringed each time he chewed one of the contestants a new one. After watching for a while though, I chuckled and even cheered at Chef Ramsey’s most-times accurate descriptions and dressing-downs of the hapless cooks in his kitchen. In the opening sequences for the first season, he sets the stage for the show to come shows his true passion and commitment to the work he does. In the montage Ramsay says, “I’ve always extracted the best out of individuals because I push them to the absolute max.”

This is a pretty good metaphor for new writers entering the publishing world as well. Not to get all preachy on you guys, but if I’ve learned anything in this business so far, it’s go hard or go home.

As a newbie myself (my first book came out in January 2013) it’s both exhilarating and terrifying to realize that the words you’ve slaved over and crafted so carefully for months and years will finally make it into the hands of an audience. Not everyone is going to like what you’re serving and some people will be downright obnoxious about it. Agents and editors will reject you, publishing houses will toss your work into the black hole of the slush pile without more than a glance or a word or warning, reviewers will pan the novel you were born to write. It can be brutal. But you have to realize these people expect the best from you—your best work, your best attitude. If you can’t bring it, don’t bother showing up.

But just as the cooks in Hell’s Kitchen have to increase their game to succeed, authors have to hoist up their big person pants, grow a thick layer of skin, and keep on keeping on. Keep learning, keep growing, keep pushing yourself to the next level.

This year so far has been particularly tough for me. I spent six months watching someone very close to me fight a valiant battle against cancer and lose. I’ve got another relative who’s just diagnosed and friend’s who are struggling. And I’ve been bumping my way through the world of published author-hood, trying to get things right. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. But I don’t give up. I keep going, knowing that someday my hard work will pay off and I’ll be running that Hell’s Kitchen of publishing like a boss.

So author’s, keep your heads up. And readers please keep buying those books and writing those reviews. You’re the reason we keep trudging ahead.

Now, as Chef Ramsay would say, “Pi@@ off and come back here ready to work tomorrow…” 
Seal Of Surrender
Seven Seals Series: Book 2
Traci Douglass

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Crimson Romance

Number of pages: approx. 270
Word Count: 72,000

Book Description:

Love, like War, will always find a way…

War has shaped every aspect of Irena Soldan’s life—her childhood, her work, her DNA. Unaware she is the genetic host of the second Seal of the Apocalypse, Irena battles for those who cannot fight for themselves. As a top human-rights operative for The Omega Consortium, her company provides both the financial backing required to undertake her task and a charismatic, publicity-loving boss to promote her cause. Life proceeds on plan for Irena until a mysterious, sexy stranger arrives claiming to be her guardian and Irena’s path takes a sudden, inauspicious turn for both the erotic and the lethal.

Chago has always been the quiet one amongst his warrior Scion brethren—the brooding, Spanish combat expert with a hidden soft side. A member of Divinity’s covert special forces, he’s protected humanity for more than a millennium. Still, his greatest joy comes not from the battlefield, but from tending the cattle herd on his remote Montana ranch.

Irena’s new assignment takes her straight to the heart of a bloody civil conflict in Sub-Saharan Africa and Chago’s mission demands he follow. Expecting a seething cauldron of female whoop-ass, he instead discovers a harbinger of peace amidst a world of ever-increasing violence. The explosively tense situation is further magnified by the cunning Omega Consortium leader, his ambiguous personal agenda, and an ancient foe whose audacious rise to power threatens the world’s very existence.

Despite the cataclysmic circumstances, an undeniable attraction ignites between Chago and Irena. Together, they must unravel the ancient puzzle of the Seals and discover her employer’s ulterior plans before they both become casualties of War. Soon, both are forced to choose between a past riddled with old torments or risk everything they treasure on a love capable of defeating evil incarnate.

Seal Of Destiny
Seven Seals Series Book One
Traci Douglass

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Crimson Romance

Number of pages: 263
Word Count: 70,000

Book Description:

Love conquers all… but can it stop the Apocalypse?
Mira Herald is having the worst life ever. Not only is she plagued by horrific nightmares starring the Devil himself, she’s now the target of a power-hungry, rogue minion, freshly sprung from Hell and bent on her destruction. To complicate matters further, she’s acquired a stalker. One who insists he’s a divine warrior sent for her protection because she houses an ancient relic with the power to unleash Armageddon. Last time Mira checked, she wasn’t insane. Still, all this celestial mayhem is enough to drive a girl crazy.
Kagan is a member of the Scion, an elite team of immortal warriors selected by Divinity to aid mankind and save the world. After a century alone, Kagan is summoned for a new mission. He’s eager to begin. Eager until he’s informed his mission consists of protecting a woman with no clue to the power she wields. Plus, his briefing fails to prepare him for his new target’s cosmic-sized attitude problem. As Divinity’s sworn servant, he’s required to fulfill his duty. His oath, however, does not require him to be enthusiastic about his new assignment or warm-and-fuzzy toward his new compatriot. He plans a wham-bam rescue and a quick return to solitude.
The rogue minion attacks—with the backing of a mysterious organization—and all Hades erupts, putting a fast end to any whirlwind escapes. Accustomed to staunch independence, Mira’s survival now requires full cooperation and an unwavering belief in Kagan. The battle-hardened warrior is also forced to chose: between duty and desire. Amidst the turmoil, Kagan and Mira’s undeniable passion draws them closer to each other and down a path neither expected but both yearn for, more than they ever knew.
Will love save the day? The world’s fate depends on the answer.

Book Trailer for the series: http://youtu.be/vTn0_15T2iY

About the Author:
Traci is the author of paranormal/urban fantasy and contemporary romances featuring a sly, urban edge, including her current Seven Seals series. Her stories feature sizzling alpha-male heroes full of dark humor, quick wits and major attitudes; smart, independent heroines who always give as good as they get; and scrumptiously evil villains who are—more often than not—bent on world destruction. She enjoys weaving ancient curses and mythology, modern science and old religion, and great dialogue together to build red-hot, sizzling chemistry between her main characters.

Traci is an active member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Indiana Romance Writers of America (IRWA) and Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal Writers (FF&P) and is pursing a Masters of Fine Arts degree in Writing Popular Fiction through Seton Hill University. Her stories have made the final rounds in several RWA chapter contests, including the 2012 Duel on the Delta, the 2012 Molly Awards, and the 2012 Catherine Awards. An earlier draft of Seal of Destiny won the paranormal category of the 2012 Marlene Awards sponsored by the Washington Romance Writers.

Other current projects include upcoming books in the Seven Seals series and a new futuristic suspense series with hints of the paranormal and plenty of romance.

3 Things About Edie Hart That You Probably Don’t Know




I had the hardest time coming up with something for this blog. I know it’s supposed to be easy – I’m a writer right? But I still found it hard. I sit here and tell you that my name is Edie Hart, I write romance novels, I’ve been married 15 years, have 2 children, 3 cats and a dog; however, if someone were to come up to you in a week or so and say, “Do you know Edie Hart?” would you really remember that? I wanted to tell you something more interesting. Something that you will remember. Something a little gossipie.


My goal today is to tell you 3 things about me that you probably don’t know.


The first thing is that I have to admit that I’m really clumsy. I’m constantly knocking things down and bumping into things. The thing that I have the most trouble with is drinks. I’m constantly spilling water down the front of me or dumping my milk on the floor. No matter how careful I try to be, I always seem to make a mess with whatever I’m drinking.


My second thing is that I have a sarcastic – maybe a bit strange – sense of humor. My husband is a cop and he works different shifts. One time when my kids were really little, I accidentally fell asleep – sitting up mind you – while my son was playing and watching cartoons. My daughter had just been born – she was sleeping – and I was exhausted. While I was sleeping, my son, who was 3 at the time, scooted a stool in our kitchen over to the counter so he could reach the powder sugar donuts. Now normally when a child sees you sleeping they take that opportunity to not let you sleep. But in this case, he was extremely quiet while sneaking the donuts.


When I woke up I realized what had happened – he had a powdered sugar ring around his mouth, the stool was moved and the donuts were gone. When my husband found out, he was a little upset. He didn’t understand how I could possibly fall asleep like that. Well, I have to admit that my feelings were hurt a bit, so later that day when I took the kids to the grocery store, I left my husband a note.


It said—


Dear Hubby, I’m out bar hopping. Sorry I missed you.


I would have been home sooner, but I had to wait for the kids to get back from the gas station with my beer and cigarettes.


Don’t worry about the kids. I will leave the car windows cracked for them while I’m in the bar getting drunk and making out with random strangers.


Don’t wait up, we’ll probably be late.


Keep your hands off my crack pipe and stay away from my heroin while I’m gone.


Love, Edie.


So, yeah, that’s my strange sarcastic sense of humor. The really funny thing about this whole falling asleep deal is that the following weekend, my husband fell asleep while watching the kids.


The third and final thing I’d like to tell you is that I like to play little tricks on my husband. Some might call them cruel, but he’s a good sport and I’m still married, so they can’t be that cruel.


One of the best tricks that I played on my husband involved Jessica. Jessica Simpson is what I like to call her. Jessica is an old leftover mask from one Halloween. It’s a crabby-looking old woman with long white hair. I love to scare my husband with Jessica… I put her in our bed, hang her on the backs of doors… I’m sure you get the idea.
One day before I left for work, I got this great idea. I stuffed Jessica in a body pillow, threw an old bathrobe on her and propped her in a kitchen chair. To make my prank even better, I put a glass of water in front of her and left the TV on. Wellll, my husband is a cop and he decided to come home for lunch that day. Unfortunately I wasn’t there to see it, but Jessica scared him so bad that he said he almost shot her with his gun.

So now I’ve told you 3 things about me that you might not know. The next time someone says “Do you know anything about Edie Hart?” You can say, “Yes. Did you know that she… 1. Has a drinking problem 2. Leaves her kids in the car while she bar hops, And 3. Her husband almost shot Jessica Simpson in their kitchen.


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Title: One Bad Day


Author: Edie Hart


Genre: Contemporary Romance


Heat Rating: 2


Publisher: Breathless Press


Formats Available In: All eBook formats


Word Count: 15,962


Release Date: 24th May 2013


ISBN: 978-1-77101-993-4


RRP: 1.99


Blurb: Tessa is having one seriously bad day. After agreeing to dress as a cheesy mascot at a convention for her boss, her clothes get stolen, she gets chased through a sinister parking garage, and her apartment gets broken into and turned upside down.


Gray, an off-duty police officer, can’t resist the sexy legs he sees in costume at a hotel convention. When he catches sight of her running for her life through a dark car lot, he’s determined to find out what her story is and ends up promising to keep Tessa safe…even if that means taking her home with him.


Buy it from these venues:

Breathless Press: http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=15&products_id=449

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/One-Bad-Day-ebook/dp/B00CZXWA3U/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1369494492&sr=1-1

All romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-onebadday-1214585-149.html

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/one-bad-day

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-bad-day-edie-hart/1116068727?ean=2940044633803

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Excerpt:


Gray stepped outside of the hotel ballroom hoping the air would be cooler out there. He hated stuffy gatherings. Hell, he hated weddings. How two people could think they’d love each other forever was beyond him. Gray didn’t do love. Which was why he was stag at a co-worker’s wedding. He’d originally planned to invite Monique, but several months back she’d become demanding and talked about moving into his place with hearts and flowers in her eyes. So he’d ended it. Deep down, he’d known that she didn’t really want him. She wanted any warm body that would take care of her. She had slowly been trying to mold him into some GQ tycoon, telling him what to wear, how to act, and even going as far as telling him what he needed to do career-wise.


A loud crash on the other side of the hall caught Gray’s attention. In the open ballroom across the way he saw legs. Glorious legs in strappy high heels. The beautiful legs were tangled on the floor and attached to an ass that was just as gorgeous. After taking a closer look, Gray realized that above the amazing ass was an enormous, white light bulb-shaped head with blue googly eyes. It had blonde hair and wore a glittery purple hat. The tangled-up legs and heels were flailing around in a pile of what looked like empty light bulb boxes. Several gentlemen nearby were quick to help Legs get her feet beneath her. From their smiles and laughter he could tell that they were all quite happy to be of assistance. Gray didn’t blame them.


He watched Legs find her balance in those high heels, and with a little wiggle and tug of her skirt she went on her way.


About The Author:


Edie Hart was born in the Northwest suburbs of Chicago, where she now resides with her husband, two children, dog, and three cats. After spending her childhood making up stories in her head, she finally decided to put them on paper. What came of it was her first novella, One Bad Day. Edie is a die-hard romantic and believes that everyone deserves to be loved unconditionally—both in print and real life.


Edie also admits that “Edie Hart” is a pen name and an alter ego to an otherwise boring wife and mother. Edie is 20 pounds lighter, loves to skydive, travels to foreign places, and is a total sex kitten as compared to the uninteresting other half who is none of those things.


In reality the counterpart of Edie is a lackluster 40-something-year-old, whose main goal is to keep The Big One (The Boy) from torturing The Little One (The Girl). This week he hit her in the head with a 12-pack of Juicy Juice. Last week he left ravioli handprints on the back of her white T-shirt. The week before that he told her she was adopted and she believed him.


To learn more about her, and find out what The Big One and The Little One are up to, visit her via her website, Facebook, or Twitter:


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Angelina Rose Contest – $50 B&N Gift Card!





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Angelina is graciously doing a contest for our readers! One commenter on her blog tour will receive a $50 Amazon or BN.com gift card. Go here to enter the contest.







THE EYES OF LOVE
By
Angelina Rose


BLURB:


After a tragic loss five years ago, Sally Overby becomes an Attorney in Atlanta. She convinces herself that all she’ll ever need again is her young son, David, and her life as an attorney. Until one day, Colin Dean barges back into her life and promptly blows her safe world apart, driving her crazy as only a guy she’d had a “school girl crush” on can.


Sally is wary to love deeply. Only, with every loving look Colin gives her plus every sweet kiss, as the attraction between them sparks, she can’t help but wonder if she’s met the one she should be with. And although Colin didn’t realize his life was going to change so quickly, amazingly, he isn’t the least bit interested in fighting that change. Instead, he’s gearing up for a different fight altogether. The one for Sally’s heart.


Will Colin be able to convince her that’s it safe to love him… and that forever isn’t really out of reach?


The Eyes of Love is a novella… so you can enjoy it in just one day!



EXCERPT: Please choose ONE to use with your post.


Excerpt 1 of The Eyes of Love:

“Hi there. I’m Gracie…” the waitress said as she put down a napkin and some silverware.


“Gracie. It’s me. Sally Overby,” she said grinning.


Gracie stopped in her tracks and squinted her eyes. “Sally? I can’t believe it! You’re stunning, honey!” she said reaching down and hugging her. “What are you doing in town?”


“Reunion. And to see Momma, of course.”


“I can’t get over how beautiful you are!”


“Thanks.”


“You were always a sweetheart of a person, but now your outside matches your inside.”


“That’s a nice way to look at it.”


“So, what have you been up to?”


“Let’s see… Became an attorney, got married, had a son, became a widow…”


“Oh, Sally, I’m so sorry! I remember that now. Your Momma told me a few years back. You’re still single?”


“Yep. But I have a date to the reunion tomorrow night, so I guess I’m officially back on the dating circuit now,” Sally said giggling.


“Date? Who with?”


“Colin Dean.”


Gracie started fanning herself. “Oh, girl, you scored on that one, huh?”


“I did. He’s a wonderful guy.”



AUTHOR INFORMATION:


Angelina Rose has wanted to write ever since she could hold a pencil. The first daughter of immigrant parents, Angelina had her head buried in books, lost in a world of heroes, heroines and exotic places.


It was a shocking experience that jump-started Angelina’s author career.


“I awoke in the ICU… I had been unconscious for several days,” Angelina says.


In 2010, Angelina had a long stint in hospital following her involvement in a motor vehicle accident: the longest time off work (as a Registered Nurse), she’d ever had in her life!


It was then she took up pen and paper and started to write again, just as she had done when she was a child. She wrote four short fiction stories for young adults, entered them in several competitions, and managed to win three first prizes!


After happily dipping her toes into writing those short fiction stories for young adults, Angelina has now authored four books in a new “Mill Creek Crossing Romance” series… contemporary romance intended for adults.


The “Starting Over Series” is another contemporary romance series she wrote about a subject she knows well… nurses and their love life. At a recent reunion of her graduating class, she could not help but notice how the same girls would group together and laugh, chat, and even shed some tears over their lives since graduating. Many of the girls had divorced… so Angelina thought “what if a group of the nurses came up with a plan to meet in two years and have a new love story to share?” Then the first story in the series was born.


There is always a story running around in her head. A man with thick dark hair, gray-blue eyes, with an engaging smile and a quick wit… or a girl crying over a broken relationship. She finds herself talking to these characters during her day: when she’s doing dishes, or bathing babies at the hospital. These characters crop up on days at the beach or on walks through the neighborhood. This is how the stories start to grow.


Angelina’s mother was an author, so Angelina grew up with a love of words and stories. If she wasn’t writing a short story about something that took her fancy, her head was buried in books… reading, reading, reading, as her brother constantly told her…


When she’s not spending time with her goodlooking man, or quality time with her laptop, she’s working at the hospital, hanging out with her family and friends, or walking her two dogs around the neighborhood. Angelina spends as much time as she can traveling, then coming home and including some of those adventures in her stories.


Angelina really loves to hear from her readers and she invites you to connect with her on Facebook as she interacts daily with her readers there!


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