Holiday Cheer and A Chance to Win!


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Friends, I’m taking part in a special holiday event. Coming December 1-January 1:  HOLIDAY CHEER and a chance to win a $25 Barnes and Noble gift card, as well as other prizes. Join twenty-nine authors as they talk about their holiday celebrations, share their romance novels and provide a yummy recipe.  Find it all on Anna Kathryn Lanier’s blog: http://aklanier.com/annas-blog/.

To be eligible for the $25 gift card and author prizes, just leave a comment on each blog post.  Authors will draw names from the comments the day following their post.  Anna Kathryn will draw a winner for the $25 gift card on or about Jan. 3, 2014.

Come join the fun for a chance to win!

Date
Name

1-Dec
Roni Denholtz

2-Dec
Wareeze Woodson

3-Dec
Bethany Averie

4-Dec
Celia Yeary

5-Dec
Andrea Downing

6-Dec
Anna Kathryn

7-Dec
Caroline Clemmons

8-Dec
Carra Copelin

9-Dec
Chrys Fey

10-Dec
Melissa Snark

11-Dec
Sky Purington

12-Dec
Marie Higgins

13-Dec
Renee Knowles

14-Dec
Linda Laroque

15-Dec
Jenny Anderson

16-Dec
Cheryl Pierson

17-Dec
L. A. Kelley

18-Dec
Lyn Horner

19-Dec
J D Faver

20-Dec
Tara Manderino

21-Dec
Shauna Allen

22-Dec
Joan Reeves

23-Dec
Terri Rochenski

24-Dec
Anna Kathryn

25-Dec
No One

26-Dec
Sarah McNeal

27-Dec
Tanya Hanson

28-Dec
Loretta C. Rogers

29-Dec
Debra St. John

30-Dec
Charlene Raddon

31-Dec
Kathleen Rice Adams

1-Jan
Anna Kathryn

Anna Kathryn Lanier
Romance Author, A GIFT BEYOND ALL MEASURE

http://aklanier.com/

A Thanksgiving Greeting


No guest author this week, just wishing you each and every one a happy, healthy Thanksgiving. Next week I’ll be joined by my friend, best-selling author Caroline Clemmons who will share her special Christmas memories with us. Be sure to stop by.

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A List of Christmas Romances


Author Katharine Ashe has complied a list of Christmas romances from a number of authors. My short story, Christmas Cookies for Tristan is included. Come choose a book to warm your heart and put you in the holiday mood.

http://www.katharineashe.com/list-of-christmas-romances-2013/

 

Here’s a snippet from : Christmas Cookies for Tristan

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Tristan tensed when he saw a striking auburn-haired woman hand her coat to a butler in the penthouse foyer and walk into the crowded living room. He’d never met her, he was certain, yet he felt instantly drawn to her. Despite his avoidance of female companionship over the past two years, his pulse quickened and the chatter of partygoers faded away as he watched her.

She wore a cranberry red dress with tiny cap sleeves that went surprisingly well with her mahogany hair. Smiling brightly, she exchanged air kisses with Johanna Cantrell, their hostess and Tristan’s distant cousin, who had opened up her lavish Park Avenue suite for this early Christmas party. So gracious of her, everyone agreed. Of course they all knew tonight’s party was aimed at garnering backers for the lady’s upcoming mayoral campaign.

The redhead had arrived unescorted. Was she a personal friend of Johanna’s or some high-placed business executive who might be convinced to throw her support behind the candidate? Tristan doubted it was the latter. She didn’t look old enough to fill such a role.

Curious to discover her identity, he edged his way through the crowd and followed the woman down a hall toward the kitchen, admiring the slender curves revealed by her subtly flowing skirt. Members of the catering staff buzzed past like worker bees, carrying empty food trays to be refilled and filled ones back out to the buffet table in the spacious living room, or salon as Cousin Johanna called it.

Pausing in the kitchen’s open doorway, Tristan leaned against the door jam and observed the redhead as she held out a large Christmas tin to a portly, bearded man in a white chef’s uniform. 

“Please arrange these cookies on a tray and set them out with the other desserts,” she said in a low, smoky voice reminiscent of actress Kathleen Turner’s.

The man scowled. “Madame, I personally prepare all food for every event I cater, including the desserts.”

“Oh, but I baked these especially for tonight as a gift for Jo . . . I mean Mrs. Cantrell. She told me to bring them back here for you to serve.”

“I doubt that, young woman,” the pompous ass sneered. “That good woman knows I never allow anything prepared by another hand to be served at one of my events.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” The redhead’s voice shook slightly, either with distress or anger.

Having heard enough, Tristan strode to the woman’s side. “There you are. What’s taking so long? I want one of your famous cookies.”

She turned her head and stared at him with eyes as green as the emerald broach pinned to her demurely cut bodice. A light blush bloomed on her cheeks, lending her ivory features a delightful glow. “Do I know you, sir?”

“Not yet, but I’ve heard of you . . . and your cookies.”

 

http://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Cookies-Tristan-Lyn-Horner-ebook/dp/B00GHP4PXU

JFK: Fifty Years Ago Today


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Fifty years ago today I was sitting in my high school English class. The teacher had left the door open to the hall and I was sitting up front closest to the doorway. I heard someone, another teacher, out in the hall say the President has been shot. I repeated this to the classroom full of students, and our teacher exclaimed, “Don’t say that!” Then she scurried into the hall, returning a few moments later to confirm what I had overheard. I think we were released early from school but can’t clearly remember. I spent that weekend glued to our little old black and white TV, along with my parents. We saw Oswald shot and cheered Jack Ruby. We were probably wrong to do that, but like many, we were so overcome with emotion that Ruby seemed like a hero at the time.

Today my husband and I are glued to our 52 inch plasma TV, watching the ceremonies in Dallas, our neighbor city, only 30 miles east of Fort Worth, where we live — where JFK spent his last night on earth. There was a moment of silence at 12:30 our time and church bells rang out all over Dallas. I cry now, just as I did back then on that mournful day.

Monday Author Meetup: Rain Trueax


Today I glad to welcome my online friend and western romance author, Rain Trueax. We also share an interest in paranormal subjects, I might add.

Rain Trueax

About the author:

Rain says,

Thanks for having me on your blog, Lyn.

For those who don’t know me, I just turned 70, am married almost 50 years with two grown children and four grandchildren (who are growing up way too fast). Today, with my husband and two cats, I live on a sheep and cattle operation in the Oregon Coast Range. My goals in writing are to portray real life, passion, personal growth and mutual fulfillment for heroes and heroines, using the land and the mysteries that one finds when they stop to look and listen to local legends. To me, the romance novel is a bit of a modern fairy tale as it inspires with imagination and emotions. I think of mine as emotional roller coaster rides.

Good analogy, one I agree with. How did you begin writing?

In childhood it all began with creating my own paper dolls. I drew these male and female characters (naked, of course—had to research that for the men) where I created costumes to fit various historical periods. Then I’d have them act out the stories I imagined. I did that until my early teens when I felt that was inappropriate and burned the dolls—a shame then; now they live on as more beautiful than maybe they were. From that I went to telling stories with my younger cousin where we’d go for walks and take turns with sections of the plots—except she liked mine best; so I created most of them. One went on to become my first full length story. The book is not yet out as I’m debating what to do with the Oregon historicals.

Sounds like fun! I’d like to read those Oregon stories. Do you use a pen name? If so, how did you choose it?

It is kind of a pen name. It is my actual last name before marriage combined with the first name I chose for myself many years ago when I began painting and sculpting. When I decided to bring out my first eBooks, it was easy to opt for the name I’d been using in other creative endeavors. Rain came because of my love of nature and in the Internet world it seemed less female or male and more about the area where I live—Oregon.

I love your choice of names, both first ad last. I know you’re self-published, like me. What made you choose that route?

Rather than submitting my books again to the corporate publishing houses, I felt I’d have more freedom in their length and subject matter. I had always had good responses from publishing houses when I would submit queries and often manuscripts but always what they wanted to change seemed to lose the essence of what I wanted to write. The length was also an issue with the historicals as publishing houses wanted nothing over 100,000 words and mine were longer with no way to cut them down without losing the essence of what made them novels in my own eyes. I want to write romances but romances about more than just two people falling in love. That leads to lengthier books.

I experienced the same with agents always wanting me to cut my historicals. How do you develop your plots and your characters?Desert Inferno

Sometimes plots and characters come from something I’ve read, an interest I have. I often have the characters first and begin playing around with what they might do and who might come into their story. Creating a meaningful and not stereotypical villain is part of this process. They are often as fun to write as the hero and heroine. Villains have to have a reason for what they do—unless they are psychotic. I think they are part of the yin and yang of the books.

So true! Please describe how and where you research for your books.

For my fourth Oregon historical, I was frustrated at trying to understand what a cavalry officer of the 1860s might have been like until I realized there was a lot written about one particular officer—George Armstrong Custer. I have both researched him online, through books I had and reread, books I’ve ordered (pro and con) and it’s helped me get the feel for this character. Years ago it was mostly library work and the Dewey decimal system where I’d take notes, check out books, visit museums (still do that), and ask people questions. The internet helps now but it still takes a lot of reading finally to understand some subjects. I like to get a feel for the region where the story is set through real time spent there.

You obviouslyArizona Sunset do a lot of research. What about your book covers? Who designs them?

I love doing my own covers but have learned a lot about reader expectation since starting this process. Since I paint and sculpt, I thought doing covers would be a no-brainer. Wrong. It takes making the images fit what readers in each genre expect. Along with creating trailers, this has been a fun and challenging process, but I want to do my own to keep them close to the story in my head. I love looking at covers, though, created by pros.

So far I’ve done all my book covers, and as you say, it’s fun but challenging. Does your significant other and/or family support your writing career?

My husband is my support system. He’s not only encouraged me but he’s my critic and serves as my publisher. We have learned so much together. My grown kids not so much as I think having their mom write romances seems a little strange. I don’t push it with them as they read other types of books and I get it. My granddaughter, though, is interested in writing stories about fairies; so maybe the next generation will also write as one grandson loves westerns—not mine as I write adult romances which they can only read after eighteen.

You’re very lucky to have your husband’s support. Do you have a favorite quote? Please share it.

“Where we choose to be—we have that power to determine our lives. We cannot reel time backward or forward, but we can take ourselves to the place that defines our being.” Sena Jeter Naslund from Ahab’s Wife.

Oh, I like that! Would you tell us what project(s) you’re working on now?

Sure. Always there is marketing but currently it’s getting Tucson Moon ready to come out November 29th. I had originally planned to release it in both paperback and Kindle on that date but not so sure riTucson Moonght now about the paperback. I am also learning more about how audio books work and whether that’s a consideration. The book I am writing will be the fourth in Oregon historicals covering the time of the Snake Conflict east of the Cascades and after the Civil War. Fascinating period in Oregon and for our nation with a military man as the hero. The heroine is the most untraditional I’ve written as she is one of the sisters from the earlier books but my first heroine who is also a warrior.

Finally I’d like to share a brief excerpt from this new book. Those who read my historical western, Arizona Sunset, should enjoy this story which carries forth several characters and picks up the story three years later with a new romance. The hero of Tucson Moon is the founder of the ranch, which in contemporary times is also in Desert Inferno.

Book excerpt from Tucson Moon:

Marshal Cord O’Brian rode down the dusty street, tired and irritated at his wasted day. Why was it every time he went to the Bailey house to try and talk to them about their son, they were all gone? He had little doubt the couple hid inside to avoid him but didn’t they understand that young man was on a road to destruction if he kept on as he was?

Jesse’s last episode in town had nearly led to a killing. The next one might. He had no idea what was wrong with the youth, but something and it was getting worse.

When he saw the buggy turning a corner and now coming toward him, he cursed under his breath. A bad day was going more steadily downhill. The last person he wanted to run into was the beautiful, useless, silly and for some reason all too attractive to him Miss Wesley. He slowed his horse anyway to be polite and pulled to a halt when Miss Wesley stopped her buggy.

“Ah Marshal, and what miscreants have you been rounding up today?” she teased in that faint drawl that always made him imagine mint juleps or summer evenings on a porch with a… Never mind the rest.

“Miss Wesley, did you have one to report to me?”

Her forced smile reminded him that he was not on her favorite person list, not that he expected to be. If for no other reason, he had earned her ire when he’d been unsympathetic to her gentleman friend who had used a minor wound to avoid being questioned for one long, frustrating week.

“Possibly, I might,” she said. “What kind would you like?”

“The usual. Easy to arrest and then much credit to my reputation when the hombre is sealed away forever.”

This time her smile seemed a bit more genuine. “Then I guess I don’t know any at the moment but will be sure to report one should I come across them.”

“Unlikely in your circle of superior folks,” he said with a smirk that he knew would irritate her.

“Yes, you are right. People I know are all above reproach,” she agreed.

“Like Sam Ryker?” he asked still frustrated at the way that rustler had managed to avoid the law and settle into what looked like a respectable life but which he knew couldn’t be. Leopards do not change their spots.

“Mr. Ryker is an excellent example of a fine gentleman,” she said giving him a look that said she judged him as being anything but. Well fine, he didn’t consider himself a gentleman either.

He snorted. “His being married to your best friend has no bearing on your judgment does it?” He had asked it even knowing arguing with her was wasting both their times.

“I would recognize his character anyway. I am a good judge of character, Marshal O’Brian.” She gave him a look that clearly said where she had placed him.

“He’s a rustler and a gunman, Miss Wesley. The fact that I have not been able to prove the former doesn’t make it less so.”

“Well, such a superior lawman as yourself should consider the possibility that there is nothing to prove.”

He laughed. “You still believe in Santa Claus, Miss Wesley?”

“Of course, doesn’t everyone?” she snapped back.

He wished he was less aware of her shapely figure, the strong looking, finely boned, small hands on the reins of her horse. He imagined those hands doing other things and the very idea made him grimace. A woman he didn’t need. Even more not one like this pampered beauty. When he met her gaze, he wondered just how accurately she read his attraction. Likely she expected every man to fall to his knees at her feet. He’d be one who never would.

Tempting excerpt, Rain! Thanks so much for visiting me.

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More information at:

Author Central: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B006UX64X8

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RainTrueax

Writing blog: http://raintrueax.blogspot.com/

Book blog: http://rainydayromances.blogspot.com/

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Book Release Party! Come Celebrate with Charlene Raddon!


My special guest today is western romance author Charlene Raddon. She is throwing a party to celebrate the release of her new book, Taming Jenna. Come join the fun! http://www.charleneraddon.blogspot.com 

Gifts galore, including a $30 gift card for one lucky commenter!

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About the author:

Charlene Raddon began her fiction career in the third grade when she announced in Show & Tell that a baby sister she never had was killed by a black widow spider. She often penned stories featuring mistreated young girls whose mother accused of crimes her sister had actually committed. Her first serious attempt at writing fiction came in 1980 when she woke up from a vivid dream that compelled her to drag out a portable typewriter and begin writing. She’s been at it ever since. An early love for romance novels and the Wild West led her to choose the historical romance genre but she also writes contemporary romance. At present, she has five books published in paperback by Kensington Books (one under the pseudonym Rachel Summers), and four eBooks published by Tirgearr Publishing.

Charlene’s awards include: RWA Golden Heart Finalist, Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award Nomination, Affair de Coeur Magazine Reader/Writer Poll for Best Historical of the Year. Her books have won or place in several contests.

Currently, Charlene is working on her next release.

Taming Jenna

Book blurb:

THE WRONG MAN

Deserted by her father at the tender age of seven, Jenna Leigh-Whittington had taught herself to ride, shoot, brawl…and steer clear of the opposite sex. But now, in a lonely Utah canyon, the Pinkerton agent has drawn her gun on a rugged stranger—only to discover that, far from the dangerous outlaw she’d been tracking, he is Branch McCauley, hired gun…and the most irresistible rascal ever to tempt and torment a woman!

THE RIGHT WOMAN

If there’s one thing McCauley trusts less than a female, it’s a female who packs a six-gun. But what a woman! Vowing to bring the sensuous hellcat to heel, McCauley has no inkling that their passionate battle of wills has just begun. Taming Jenna will be the most seductive—and satisfying—job he’s ever taken on.

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TAMING JENNA excerpt:

Jenna scowled as she studied the man by the flickering glare of his campfire. He had the right build and appeared close to thirty, Mendoza’s age. But something didn’t fit.

The Denver police chief had described her quarry as a spoiled aristocrat, too busy wooing Lady Luck and every other female to be much of a train robber, let alone a killer. But the rogue in front of Jenna looked too lean and hard to be spoiled, too wary and aloof to be a ladies’ man.

To Jenna he seemed the perfect gunslinger: cold, tough, and ready to spring. Like a big yellow cougar perched on a ledge. Or a rattler, tightly coiled. Either way, his bite would be deadly.

In spite of the cool night breeze, sweat oozed from her pores. She couldn’t forget that lightning draw. Why had she come here? How had she expected to take an outlaw Pinkerton’s other agents had failed to bring in? No, she refused to think that way. She was every bit as capable as any man to capture Mendoza. She had to believe that, the same way she had to do what she’d set out to do. Only one question remained: Was this Mendoza or not?

“Who are you, mister?”

“Who am I? Hell, who are you? ”

Blast! Did no male exist in this empty wilderness who wasn’t so taken with himself that he couldn’t cooperate for a change?

She took a calming breath. A body could catch more flies with honey than vinegar, old Charley Long Bow used to say. Jenna figured flies might fancy the hairy creature facing her, so she decided to try being friendly. “Listen, I smelled your coffee and hoped you might spare a cup, is all. You can understand me being a mite leery of walking into a stranger’s camp without knowing who I’m hooking up with.”

Firelight glinted on the man’s straight white teeth as his whiskers parted in a cold smile. “Don’t recall inviting company, but I’ll play your game. Name’s Branch McCauley. Now it’s your turn.”

His smile unnerved her. It held no humor, only a lethal sort of grimness that cannoned her stomach into her throat and made her wish she’d wired William Pinkerton for instructions instead of going off half-cocked this way. “I’m Jim…Jim White,” she lied.

“All right, Jim, how about some honesty? You come here looking for me?”

“I’m not looking for anyone named Branch McCauley. If that’s who you are, you’ve nothing to worry about.”

The wide, innocent eyes McCauley studied held honesty. He relaxed. “In that case…be glad to pour you some coffee.” He reached for the battered graniteware pot. His visitor’s next words froze him in a half-stoop: “I’d feel more welcome if you’d set aside your gun first.”

Cool as Montana sleet, McCauley straightened, hand poised above his holster. “Reckon you would. Wouldn’t do much for my sense of well-being, though.”

So much for trying to be friendly, Jenna thought. What now? She clenched her knees together to still their shaking and swallowed the fear knotted in her throat.

“Look.” McCauley shifted his weight to one leg. “Why don’t you put your gun away and have a sit? Could be I might know something about the hombre you’re hunting.

Hombre. Sounded Spanish. Like Mendoza. It must be him. She had to get his gun away from him. Surprise seemed the best means. She squeezed the trigger of the .44 Starr. The bullet kicked dirt onto the man’s scuffed boots. He jumped and let out a yelp as though she’d set his feet afire.

“Dammit, kid, going up against me won’t get you anything but a six-foot hole in the ground.”

“Shut up and toss over your gun or I’ll turn them boots into sieves. ‘Course, my sights might be a bit off.” She raised the muzzle toward his groin.

“You made your point,” he growled as he unbuckled his gun belt and tossed it over.

Instead of the fancy weapon she had expected a gunslinger to own, an ordinary, six-gun lay at her feet. No ivory handle or engraved barrel. Only an ordinary .44 Peacemaker, crafted and worn for one reason—to kill. The thought did funny things to her innards.

“All right,” she said, getting back to business. “You aren’t going to like this, mister, but I don’t know any other way to be sure who you are. Drop them trousers to your ankles.”

“Do what?”

Charlene will be giving a $30 gift card to the person who visits and comments on the most blog stops. The other participating blogs are listed below. Don’t forget to comment here on mine! I will gift a Kindle copy of my short story, Christmas Cookies for Tristan to one commenter. A favorite family cookie recipe is included. Please leave your email address.

Now hop on over to the next party stop!

http://heartoffiction.blogspot.com/

http://vintagevonnie.blogspot.com/

http://www.patyjager.blogspot.com/

http://daniellerosewest.blogspot.co.uk/.

http://peggylhenderson.blogspot.com/

Monday Author Meetup: Celia Yeary


My guest today is wonderful Texas author Celia Yeary, who also helps ride herd on Sweethearts of the West, a fabulous team blog I’m proud to be part of.

IMG_0874About the author:

Celia Yeary, a native Texan, former science teacher, graduate of Texas Tech University and Texas State University, is mother of two, grandmother of three boys, and wife of a wonderful, supportive Texan.

She has published nine novels, seven novellas, and articles for a Texas Magazine, Texas Co-op Power.

Celia and her husband enjoy traveling, and both are involved in their church, the community, and the university. Central Texas has been her home for thirty-nine years.

Welcome, Celia. Please tell us how and when you began writing.

Mind-numbing boredom drove me to it. Honestly! And it was only about nine years ago. I loved to play golf, and play bridge, travel, all those things I was doing in early retirement. But I hurt my back, I broke my ankle, and had to be somewhat immobile for weeks. During that time, my sweet husband bought a laptop at a garage sale for $1, brought it home and placed it on my lap. “Here,” he said. “Microsoft Word works on this enough that you can just play with it.” That’s the truth. I pulled up a blank page and began to write…something, anything, and about three months later I had an entire manuscript–my first book–TEXAS BLUE. I had no idea I could write a story.

Then he took me to Best Buy and said, choose a laptop. Yea! I got a new computer.

He sure sounds like a keeper! Do you use scented candles, music, wine, chocolate, etc., to put you in the mood to write?

Oh, Lyn. I’m laughing here. If I set out scented candles, put on some music, poured wine, and placed chocolate on a pretty plate, do you honestly think I’d be in the mood to write?

Use your imagination here.

Oh dear, my imagination is running wild. Anyone have a fan handy? Uh, back to business. Please describe your favorite place to write.

That would be the only place I write–at my pretty desk in the corner of our bedroom, next to a window to my right so I can watch the birds and the deer, and occasionally a red fox or a road runner.

You paint a lovely scene. Can you write amid noisy distractions or do you need absolute quiet?

Absolute quiet. No music, no TV, no nothing. My husband is on the other side of the house, and he likes music playing, but I can’t hear it. If I hear music, I stop and listen. Not good for writing.

Definitely not good! Are your books published by a large publishing house or small press? If so, how did you come to be with this publisher?

Thanks for asking. I’d like to brag on my Independent Publisher–Publishing by Rebecca J. Vickery. After having books with five other publishers, and going through the submission/rejection/acceptance/re-write/waiting process, I was thrilled when Rebecca J. Vickery invited me to submit something. I’ve been with her now through numerous novels, anthologies, collections, and novellas. I could not be happier.

Lucky you! How do you develop your plots and your characters?

Interesting question, but I don’t think I can answer it. It seems they just happen. Often, a flash of a scene or a character will appear and I begin daydreaming, and soon I see a story. It’s a good process most of the time, but then a period will begin in which I cannot think of anything. Sometimes, I “hear” or “see” a scene as I begin to fall asleep. And when I wake up, there’s the scene…or premise for a novel.

What was one of the most surprising things you learned while writing your books?

That I could write books! Really, it still surprises me that I’m doing this. I have a lovely group of “fans” here in town, and so often, one will say, “I loved this story. How in the world did you think of it?” How? I have no idea. Still don’t.

It’s a mystery. Do you have a favorite charity that you support?

I won’t name it, but it’s a denomination-based group of Children’s Homes in Texas. I think there are a total of five “Homes” scattered around the state. These Homes are just that–a grouping of houses, just like yours or mine, with parents in each, and they “raise” 3-4 young people. They may range in age from four to sixteen. The live like a family, and there are about ten homes grouped together in each place. These children are not orphans, but have a great need to live somewhere besides with their family. They go to school as other children do, come home to “parents” who love them and take care of their needs until they can go home…or graduate.

Sounds like a very worthy cause. Do you hear from your readers? If so, please quote your favorite fan letter.

I do hear from readers. Many of the comments come from people here in town, and I cherish each and every bit of praise I get. I just sold The Stars at Night to about 25 buyers, and several have caught me here or there, and asked, “When is your next book?” (So far, I’ve sold nine novels here.) Also, I get emails and comments from my website.

But the best praise comes from my greatest and most loyal fan–my husband. He buys his own copy of every book, asks me to autograph it, and then he emails a “review” to me. Now, how sweet and supportive is that? I have a file with every one of his comments copied and saved.The Stars At Night

The very best review/comment? “I like your books better than Nora Roberts’ books.”

How about that?

That’s awesome, Celia! Now let’s give readers a look at your newest release, a contemporary Texas romance.

THE STARS AT NIGHT–

“New York meets Texas–and the story begins”

Book blurb:

Kate Norwood from New York arrives in Texas with her young motherless nephew, Nicky. She quickly decides the plan to relocate him with his grandmother is a mistake. With the help of Nicky’s uncle, Jesse McCoy, she learns the boy’s father is dead. Her boyfriend interferes with his own agenda for Kate, using lies, deceptions, and cruelty.

Jesse McCoy falls for Kate Norwood the minute he stops her on the outskirts of Sendera, Texas for speeding. He soon learns they share a family connection and a common problem. His goals become finding the proper home for his nephew, saving Kate from a devious man, and loving her for the remainder of his life. But will she give up her New York lifestyle to live a simple life in Texas?

Book excerpt:

“Jesse,” she managed to whisper into his mouth. “Jesse.”

“What,” he mumbled, holding tightly, not moving.

“This is dangerous, don’t you think?”

“Damned right. Dangerous as hell.” He moaned low in his throat.

Kate giggled slightly. “Does this part go with a waltz?”

“Never before, but it seems like a good idea right now.”

He resumed kissing her senseless, as he performed his own private dance of seduction. Jesse, Jesse, what are you doing to me? Turning them in a tight circle, small steps at a time, he kept her trapped between his legs and fused to his body, with his hand cupped on the back of her head to keep her lips exactly where he wanted them.

AMAZON LINK: The Stars at Night

http://tinyurl.com/maqu7x5

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This full length novel is available at Amazon, B and N, Smashwords, Sony, Kobo, Apple, Diesel, Page Foundry, Blio, Axis 360, Library Direct, and FlipKart.

It’s received five great reviews. And it’s just $1.99 for you!

~*~An excellent Romance! (5 Stars-Diane C.)

~*~This Sweet Romance is one you’ll enjoy. (5 stars-TRS)

~*~Another fine Texas romance from Yeary (5 Stars-Muddy Rose Reviews)

~*~A heart-warming story-(5 Stars-Paula M.)

~*~An engaging read-(5 Stars-LAS Reviewer)

**Celia Yeary-Romance…and a little bit ‘o Texas

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