Thursday, June 30, 2011

Raven's Kiss Blog Tour - Another Sneak Peak

Here's something to wet your apetite from Toni LoTempio's Raven's Kiss, her latest paranormal romance release!!

** Book Excerpt **

I glanced around. There were no boxes, no storage bins, nothing atypical of any other attic I’d ever seen. “I’ve never been in an attic this empty—don’t you store anything up here?”
“Oh, yes. My parents did,” she replied. “This place used to be chock full of boxes, storage bins, Gawd, anything imaginable. My parents were like pack-rats.” A smile tugged the corners of her lips. “They cleaned it out entirely when they moved—and that’s when it all started.”
“To be honest, it was more than likely here all along,” the Professor cut in. “But it was so crowded with stuff no one noticed. Once the room was emptied out—“
“Okay,” I balled my hands into fists, “the two of you really better tell me what you’re talking about, and damn fast.”
“Ssh.” The professor put a finger to his lips. “Listen, Raven. Can’t you hear it?”
“Hear what?” I snapped. “I don’t hear—“
And then I stopped speaking, because I did—faintly, to be sure, but I did.
Someone was singing “Raindrops keep Falling on my Head.” And very badly.
Crystal started to giggle and leaned into the Professor. “Oh, my gosh, Brammy. He hasn’t improved one iota.” She leaned toward me. “He used to sing that all the time. Made me nuts.”
“Who?” I whispered. “Who used to sing this all the time?”
Her eyes widened. “Why, Merlin Fernbottom, of course.” Suddenly she gripped my arm. “Oh, look. The rift is opening. Now we can see him.”
I turned and stared. Sure enough, where a minute ago there had been an empty attic, there was now a sumptuous living room, with a fireplace with a roaring fire, a brocaded sofa, and expensive artwork decorating the walls. I gasped and started to step forward, but my toes stopped just short of the doorjamb.
“I can’t move forward,” I cried. “It’s like there’s an invisible wall here, or something.”
Brammy laid his arm on my shoulder. “While the phenomena is occurring, you can’t cross the barrier. And you mustn’t try to disturb it. The rift cannot be broken.”
“The tear, the rip, if you will, between planes.” He put a finger to his lips. “Hush now. He’s almost here.”
As I stared, a troll wearing a lime-green robe, pink fuzzy slippers, and a white nightcap strolled into the room, still singing at the top of his lungs. He carried a tray on which rested a bowl of oatmeal, a covered dish, and a newspaper. He set the tray down on a small table, unfolded the paper, and, still humming, started to eat while he read.
“Oh, I’ll be,” Crystal laughed. “He’s still dressing the same. I guess no matter what world they live in, trolls have no sense of style, do they?”
“What,” I whispered, “Is this? Have you seen this guy before?”
“You really haven’t been paying attention, have you?” Crystal sighed. “He’s Merlin Fernbottom, and each time I saw him I was certain I was losing my mind, until Brammy explained everything to me.”
“Great,” I muttered. “Now Brammy, you can explain it all to me. What’s going down here?”
The Professor stared straight ahead, watching the troll before us. “It’s amazing,” he murmured. “He still can’t see us, or hear us—at least, not here. I still wonder, though, if there isn’t another room in his house where he can—“
“Well, allright. No need to break my eardrum,” Crystal grumbled. She gave the Professor a little push. “Go on, Brammy. Tell Miss Impatience what’s happening.”
“My dear Raven,” the Professor indicated the tableaux before me with a sweep of his arm, “welcome to the phenomenon known as parallel time.”

Raven's Kiss
Toni LoTempio
Paranormal Romance

Raven Grace was a college senior with ambitions of a career in law enforcement when she met the demon Aega, whose bite turned her from mortal to Shapeshifter. Now a member of the Recovery Organization, Raven keeps the peace between humans and errant Hellhounds, trolls, wizards and the like while trying to track down Aega and bring him to justice. After a particularly dicey encounter one night with a Hellhound, she goes to the aid of a girl who’s been attacked and near death—and is amazed to find Aega’s bite mark on the girl’s arm. Determined to get to the bottom of this, she revisits the victim’s apartment and there discovers her closet is a portal to a parallel universe, where people she knows lead vastly different lives. She also gets a glimpse of the Recovery Captain there—a six foot, redheaded Scotsman named Finn McPhee, whose sexy accent and even sexier bod sets her senses aflame. Seeking answers, Finn takes Raven to the magickal underworld, where an ancient fae informs them the demon’s quest is rooted in Scottish mythology and magick. As they delve deeper into legend, the truth comes to light—Aega is only a pawn, subservient to another, darker demon…a being who knows the truth about Raven’s heritage, and who orchestrated her return to this parallel universe for the ultimate showdown. Now, Finn and Raven find their passion for one another must take a backseat to Raven’s battle with a dark force who won’t be satisfied until he’s claimed her soul for his very own…

Next Blog Stop - Book Lover's Hideaway

Free eBook Alert - Spiderwork by LK Rigel

Book Two in the Apocalypto series
LK Rigel
Paranormal Romance
FREE on Amazon only

Her fate was to hold the world together. His destiny was to tear it apart.

As a child, Durga was chosen by the goddess to save the world from sterility and extinction. Now her eighteenth birthday approaches, and Durga must take her place among the chalices -- women made fertile by the goddess to ensure more souls for the universe. Durga's mission does not include love ... but Khai, the scion of Luxor, is unlike any man she's ever met. Char Meadowlark once played a role in the goddess's plans. Now her lover, Jake Ardri, heads an emerging city-state whose enemies covet everything Jake has built. As Jake navigates the uneasy waters of political intrigue, his very existence is threatened. To save him, Char must share him with a chalice ... one trained to take him to the heights of sexual ecstasy.

In flagrante apocalypto: When the veil drops between life and oblivion, only love can save them from the abyss.

To purchase the rest of the series:

Space Junque, book one: Amazon for 99c
Bleeder, book three: Amazon for $2.99

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

EXCLUSIVE - Vampire Relationship Guide, Vol 2 Trailer

If you were like me, the above picture is a perfect image of what happened after reading Evelyn LaFont's debut book, Vampire Relationship Guide, Vol 1. Josie is this amazing girl in search of some "fanged" loving and bless her heart and girly bits - she dates TWO completely swoonworthy guys. Me, I fell hopelessly for Walker and have been DYING for the next installment. Well guess what?

 The Bookish Snob
 is proud to be where Evelyn chose to reveal her
look at the book trailer for Vampire Relationship Guide, Vol 2!!
Make sure you stay tuned after for some more Josie and Walker...

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Just HAD To Share *giggles*

I LOVE the Facebook groups I'm apart of and while I was catching up today, I came across a post I knew I just had to share because you could appreciate it as much as me. Enjoy!

He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room...his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice...close to my ear.

"Just relax."

Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat.
I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding.

I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he circled my firm, full breasts with his hands, I inhaled sharply.

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and around my buttocks.

Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say . . . ..

Anyone else feeling a little... overheated? Curious what was said?
Who is this man with the magic touch? What will happen *gulp* next?

Monday, June 27, 2011

Teaser Tuesday - Snobbing It Up, Diva Style!

So let's see what delicious romance books The Bookish Snob  and
The Romance Diva are reading this week..

The Bookish Snob

"I could no longer find the silly, languid gentry king. There was a stranger holding me, his face hard and commanding.
"Do you think I'd let anything happen to you?" he demanded, almost shouting. "Do you think I'd let anything harm you?"

-~Storm Born by Richelle Mead, Book 1 in the Dark Swan series

Bels: I'm loving this book... especially because Dorian knows how to tie a lady up REAL tight LOL All I need is for him to pull out a flogger and I'm in heaven! *blushes*

The Romance Diva

"She's worried that someday they'll show up to collect her. You should have seen her face when she talked about it. Scared. Like really, really, scared."
~ Unearthly by Cynthia Hand

Lacey - I'm just barely starting this book! In fact, this was the first time I cracked it find the teaser! I have NO IDEA what's going on, but it sounds like it will be a good one! Crossing my fingers!!

Can't wait to see what everyone is reading!!

The Romance Diva: Crescendo, by Becca Fitzpatrick

Official Blurb:
Feisty teen Nora Grey somehow survived the crises of Hush, Hush!, but dangers just as frightening loom in this standalone sequel. Patch, her guardian angel and love interest, appears to have a dark side and a wandering eye. Worse yet, he seems intent on obstructing Nora as she hunts for the truth behind her father's mysterious death.

What I thought:
Let me first start out by saying that I was craving this book from the get go because I fell hook, line, and sinker, for Patch in Hush, Hush, one of my favorite all time novels.  I ran right out and bought this book when it came out and happened to have all of my excitement fizzle when I passed an unfortunate comment on another blog.  That blogger had said that it was "too bad that Patch was hardly in the book."

I was devastated.

Let's Give A Warm Welcome to The Romance Diva!

Hey everyone *waves* I'm not sure if you're all familar but this last month has been hellacious and my poor blog has felt the brunt of it. It's made me feel really sad that I haven't been able to blog the way I've wanted to but what can you do - with a foot injury that refuses to heal, beloved pets dying, finding out I'm pregnant only to miscarry and then having surgery - it's no wonder things got a little neglected.

I've been giving it alot of thought when it hit me *smack* What's the one thing I'm missing over here? NOOO!!! Not more semi naked men to drool over, although I do feel a little remiss for not posting more. One thing that I really feel will help make The Bookish Snob more of a balanced romance review site is if I had more of a YA influence. I started out reading solely YA romance books but what can I say? Once I got a taste of adult romance, I was hooked.

So, it is with a lot of SQUEEING that I introduce to you a new reviewer and fellow book lover, someone I can't wait to banter back and forth with and my BFF - The Romance Diva!! She has graciously accepted my plea for help and is excited to share her gushes about what she's reading. Take it away Lacey...

Hello! I’m Lacey Weatherford…The Romance Diva. Why am I a romance diva you ask? Because I love to read, and write, anything that has Hot, Blood-Pounding, Swoon Worthy Kisses in it! There are all kinds of good stories out there, but throw an awesome romance in and a good story suddenly becomes GREAT! I love it all, from YA to Historical, Paranormal to Contemporary. So if you love it too, I hope you will enjoy my reviews! I’m so excited to be teaming up with THE Bookish Snob!

I can't tell you how excited I am about this so please keep coming by, commenting and drooling with us. Happy swooning!

Friday, June 24, 2011

Real Life Romance - Why You Should Pick You Battles!

O.M.G.S.H! I laughed so hard, I had my hubby running into the room wondering why I was gripping my stomach, groaning. This post doesn't go well with after surgery stitches but it was SO worth it because it's HILARIOUS. Thanks to the Gutter Girls *waves... hey ladies* for posting this on Facebook because it's just what the doctor ordered. Now, I just need to regain control and lie back down, because that took alot out of me. Hope you enjoy it as much as me.

And that’s why you should learn to pick your battles.

By The Bloggess
June 21, 2011

This morning I had a fight with Victor about towels. I can’t tell you the details because it wasn’t interesting enough to document at the time, but it was basically me telling Victor I needed to buy new bath towels, and Victor insisting that I NOT buy towels because I “just bought new towels“. Then I pointed out that the last towels I’d bought were hot pink beach towels, and he was all “EXACTLY” and then I hit my head against the wall for an hour.

Then Laura came to pick me up so we could go to the discount outlet together, and as Victor gave me a kiss goodbye he lovingly whispered, “You are not allowed to bring any more goddam towels in this house or I will strangle you“. And that was exactly what I was still echoing through my head an hour later, when Laura and I stopped our shopping carts and stared up in confused, silent awe at a display of enormous metal chickens, made from rusted oil drums.

Laura: I think you need one of those.

me: You’re joking, but they’re kind of horrifically awesome.

Laura: I’m not joking. We need to buy you one.

me: The 5-foot tall one was $300, marked down to $100. That’s like, $200 worth of chicken for free.

Laura: You’d be crazy not to buy that. I mean, look at it. IT’S FULL OF WHIMSY.

me: Victor’d be pissed.

Laura: Yup.

me: But on the plus side? It’s not towels.

Laura: Yup.

me: We will name him Henry. Or Charlie. Or O’Shannesy.

Laura: Or Beyoncé.

me: Or Beyoncé. Yes. And when our friends are sad we can leave him at their front door to cheer them up.

Laura: Exactly. It’ll be like, “You thought *yesterday* was bad? Well, now you have a enormous metal chicken to deal with. Perspective. Now you have it.”

Then we flagged down a salesman, and we were all “What can you tell us about these chickens?”, as if we were in an art gallery, and not in a store that specializes in last years’ bathmats. He didn’t know anything about them, but he said that they’d only only sold one and it was to a really drunk lady, and then Laura and I were all “SOLD. All this chicken belongs to us now.”

To continue reading, visit The Bloggess HERE

Thanks for the giggle!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Save My Soul Tour - Giveaway and Book Trailer

Sorry I'm so late today everyone. Surgery has really kicked my butt so I have my hubby helping me set this up. I'm really excited about sharing this with everyone! I read Save My Soul by Zoe Winters a few weeks ago, and it is so incredibly seductive. I loved the sexual tension and the bantering and I fell completely in love with it. For today's stop, I'm so happy to offer TWO lucky winners a chance to win a copy of the book and I also wanted to share the book trailer for it. The trailer is one of the best I've ever seen so I hope it gets you excited to grab yourself a copy or enter to win one!


Save My Soul
Book #2 Preternaturals series
Zoe Winters
Paranormal Romance

All he's asking for is her soul.

After buying the antebellum home she's fantasized about since childhood, Anna Worthington discovers Luc, a dangerously seductive incubus who has been trapped in the house by a fifty-year-old curse. To rid herself of her problem house guest she'll call on a priest, gypsies, ghost hunters, and the coven of witches from lust bunny hell. All she has to do is resist him long enough to break the spell so they can go their separate ways. If she doesn't, she could die. And that would be the best case scenario.

Save My Soul Giveaway

For two lucky winners, enter to win either an ECOPY or PRINT copy of Save My Soul.

1. Be a follower of The Bookish Snob
2. Be over 18+
3. Leave your email and name in the comments
4. Answer the following question:

What would you give up for your soul mate and true love?

Next stop on the blog tour: Poisoned Rationality

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Get Your Swoon On - A Hint of Rapture by Miriam Minger

"I've been feeling a bit out of sorts as well," he said at last, his voice laden with a deep intensity she had not heard before. "Before we suffer the same malady, you and I"
"M-malady?" she stammered.
Garrett nodded, his eyes searing into hers. "A fever, a fire burning in the blood, an ache that has but one cure. That's how I feel whenever I'm around you, Madeleine." He reached out and smoothed a silken tress. "Who are you thinking of when you stood before the mirror? A lover, perhaps?"
Madeleine gasped, her cheeks firing hotly. She gave no answer but frantically attempted to brush past him. Her foot caught in her skirt, tripping her, and she cried out as she began to fall. The next thing she knew she was staring into Garrett's eyes, his arms tightening like a vise around her trembling body.
"Who were you thinking of, Maddie?" he whispered huskily, his warm breath fanning her cheeks.
She shook her head, unable to speak. Unbridled sensations rippled through her body. Then his mouth found hers, and she knew nothing but the passionate power of his kiss. His lips ravished hers, his tongue flicking at her teeth, and she opened her mouth to him. She moaned as he held her to his chest, his fingers twined in her hair.
"Tell me who you desire" he demanded hoarsely, forcing her head back and covering her throat with biting kisses.
Madeleine nearly screamed aloud as his mouth found the hollow between her heaving breasts, his lips like hot brands upon her flesh. In a passion-dimmed daze, she felt his hand cup her, his fingers dragging away her bodice and chemise....."

- A Hint Of Rapture by Miriam Minger
Historical Romance

When Maddie Fraser's father was killed fighting for Bonnie Prince Charles, the spirited Scottish lass swore to avenge his death. Hooded and disguised, she led a series of daring raids against the forces of the Crown - vowing to love no man until the English invaders were driven from her native soil.

Hot-blooded Captain Garrett Marshall was entrusted with the capture of the mysterious brigand called "Black Jack." But the sensuous, azure-eyed beauty hidden beneath the bandit's manly garb tested Garrett's loyalty to his King. Inflamed by a desire he could not ignore, the handsome officer would wed his bewitching enemy to save her from the gallows. But first he'd have to quell her hatred...and conquer her heart.

** At the time of this post, Amazon has this book for FREE! **

BLB Tours - Gotta Love A Cowboy Guest Post

(Click to visit Sandy's site)

I'm excited! You all know that I'm a complete fang/fur/plaid/title kinda girl ... if the hero is supernatural or talks with a brogue, I'm ALL over that story. But did you know there's another hero who is just as sexy? I know I overlooked him - the hunky cowboy! I signed up for the BLB tour for Gotta Love A Cowboy by Sandy Sullivan and today she's going to tell us all about it *grins*

Welcome Sandy...

What is it about cowboys? Why do they turn our heads when they walk by in those tight jeans, a shirt that stretches so enticingly across their chest and the pointed-toe cowboy boots?

I'm here to tell you…I don't have a clue!

Okay well maybe just a little depending on who you talk to. Many, many of my author friends and readers alike have given me a little insight into why we are so hot for cowboys. The consensus is, they are polite, holding your door, saying yes ma'am and no ma'am, most are very fit physically and look awesome in a pair of tight jeans, they have manners when it comes to dealing with people, their families and their own loved ones and did I saw they look awesome in tight jeans? Okay, yeah, I'm a little bit fixated on that part. LOL
Personally, a man who is strong enough to work from sun up until sundown taking care of things whether it's working at a job or working on the farm, is such a turn on. Yes, I'm married and no, he's not a cowboy—not even close, but he is the hardest working man I know. He'll work 4 jobs if I needed him to, help me with the housework such as dishes, laundry, feeding our animals (yes, I have horses) or whatever I ask him to do, and still want to make love to me like a man of 20. No, I'm not a cougar until 2.5 years counts. LOL
I do have a couple of guys who tend to be my inspiration when I write my next cowboy hero, Clay Walker and Chris Young. If you don't know who these talented gentlemen are, you need to check them out. Once a year I get to cuddle up to this guys for my fifteen seconds of personal time with them and it came about last week at CMA fest here in Nashville. I belong to both of these guys' fan clubs, thus my fifteen seconds being their one and only. Now if you're into cougar, check out Chris. He just turned 26 the other day, but he's a local boy for me since he's from a town literally fifteen minutes from me. Unfortunately for me, he's a bit beyond my cougarism. LOL But man, this young man's voice could melt butter and give you goose bumps with each note. 
Clay? Clay's my guy. I've been following this talented man in 1993 and I've lost count how many times I've met him. He such a sweetie and he loves his fans. I have a shirt I wear every time I get to meet him and when I went to his fan club party last week, he told me, "You do know how much I love that shirt, right?" My t-shirt says Kiss Me If You're Clay Walker. Then after my hug, he said, "I can kiss you because I am Clay Walker."

Both of these guys are real cowboys. They grew up on farm in their respective states and to me they are the perfect example of why we love cowboys.

~ Sandy

Gotta Love A Cowboy
Sandy Sullivan
Western Romance
Amazon / Barnes & Noble

Ann Marie needs a horse trainer to ready her prized stallion to run for the money. When hunky horseman Travis Brooks answers her ad, she knows he’s the man for the job. But is she willing to let go of her husband’s memory and open up her heart to Travis? Travis Brooks knows horses. But women? He can take ‘em or leave ‘em—mostly leave ‘em—especially since his divorce. Ann Marie pushes all his buttons and he’s not quite sure what to do with her. Can a stubborn horseman and one feisty rancher find love in the heat of the Texas Plains?

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Teaser Tuesday - Time Traveling Romance

"Who are you?" she asked.
That sad look again, as if it hurt him that she didn't know who she was. Was he some sort of ego maniac? She pictured him wearing a t-shirt that read: My reputation doth proceed me.

Loving On Borrowed Time by Olivia Cunning

This book is totally swoonworthy!

Monday, June 20, 2011

Replay Blog Tour - Book Excerpt by Keira Lea

When a spot opened up on this tour, I quickly volunteered my blog because Keira is a HUGE sweetheart! She's the author of the newly released YA paranormal story called Replay and I asked to share a book excerpt with you all. Hope you enjoy it and it wets your appetites for more!

Excerpt From Replay
by Keira Lea
By ten o’clock Sunday morning, I’m ripping old pages out of my spiral notebook and crumpling them into makeshift basketballs. I inherited Dad’s habit of playing wastebasketball when I’m nervous. And boy am I nervous—no, full-on FREAKED OUT—because the deadline is less than twenty-four hours away and I have more than fifty pages left to write.
Doing this by myself seemed like such a good idea at Miranda’s house.
I don’t know why I expected Dad to be of any help. When I called him last night to ask if I could come over today, he was all cool about it even though it’s not an official visitation weekend. Convincing Mom was a bit trickier, but I used the excuse that I needed to talk to Dad about the panic attacks. I know she agreed only because she thought it would make him feel guilty. I felt kind of bad for taking advantage, but really, she’s the one trying to play mind games. I just want to finish my script.
So much for planned guilt, though; ten minutes after she dropped me off this morning, Dad was running out the door with his laptop computer and a promise that he would be home in time for dinner.
So, here I am with all the peace and quiet in the world, and again, nothing’s going on in the creative department. I drop the notebook on the bed and stretch out next to it, my head propped on my hands. This play is not going to happen. The theater cluster will move ahead with The Scarlet Freakin’ Pimpernel and the budget crunchers will kill the creative writing program. Oh, and the first and last memory Patrick Martin will have of Kelsee Lewis, geek extraordinaire, is me turning pink and squealing in the school hallway. Can you tell me what animal that is, boys and girls?
Sigh. Some prodigy I am.
As I turn onto my back to stare out the window, I feel the familiar tightening in my chest. Oh, this cannot be good. What’s going to happen if I have a bad attack by myself? I’m on the seventh floor of a high-rise condominium building. What if I decide to imitate a bird this time?
These thoughts stumble through my mind as I try to turn on my cell phone, which I turned off earlier to avoid Miranda. The humming in my teeth starts, followed by that locked-jaw sensation. I manage to turn on the phone, but I can’t find the right buttons to select Mom’s entry in the phone book; my fingers will not do what my brain tells them to do. I suddenly regret blocking her from the walkie-talkie connection. I drop the useless phone on the floor.
I start to hyperventilate. Dr. Henry’s voice comes back to me (in a creepy Obi-Wan Kenobi talking to Luke Skywalker way) “Use the breath, Kelsee.”
I have only one option. I slide off the futon and twist my legs into an awkward lotus position like Mrs. Norwood has us do at the beginning of every yoga class. Then, with every bit of forced relaxation I can muster, I struggle to control my breathing.
The vibration in my jaw lessens a little. I keep breathing on the same five-count pattern, pushing as many thoughts out of my head as possible. Nothing matters but the breath. Inhale and exhale.
Eventually, I realize that while the symptoms of the panic attack have subsided, I now feel weird on a whole new level. I’m too aware of the room around me: the way the sun slants in the window and illuminates the dust particles in the air, the whoosh of the air through the floor vent, the woven texture of the black futon cover next to me. I pull myself back onto the bed, hearing every creak and whisper of movement from the frame and cushion.
Instinctively, I reach for my notebook and pen to write down what I’m feeling. I flip to the first blank sheet of paper and begin writing, but what comes out is not a journal entry but lines of dialogue.

Book Blurb

Kelsee Lewis has a new school, a prima donna best friend, and one week to write a hit play. Throw in a self-obsessed mom and an absent executive dad, and it’s no wonder she has panic attacks—complete with time-warp special effects. When Kelsee meets comic book maven Quinn, she realizes the attacks give her the ability to rewind time.Replaying life seems like the best way to erase mistakes. But will second chances leave Kelsee flailing in the orchestra pit alone?

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About Keira
Keira Lea released her debut novel in April 2011. She is a devoted fan of the TV show FRINGE, a card-carrying member of the Apple cult, and a mother to two human children and three feline ones. She is working on a sequel to Replay.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

In My Mailbox - It's Been A Great Week

I have been in a reading frenzy this past week... last count stands at about 14 books. The craving of the week has been Historical Romance so I couldn't seem to get my hands on them fast enough. So you may see a theme in the books I got this week...

For Review:
(thanks Net Galley)

By His Majesty's Grace by Patricia Maxwell
Notorious by Nicola Cornick
Shameless by Anne Stuart
The Heiress by Lynsay Sands
Unveiled by Courtney Milan
How To Wed A Baron by Kasey Michaels
Seducing The Governess by Margo Maguire
Seduction And Scandal by Charlotte Featherstone
The Taming Of The Rake by Kasey Michaels
Seduced By Her Highlander by Michelle Willington


The Devil of Kilmartin by Lauren Wittig - 99c
In The Highlander's Bed by Cathy Maxwell - 99c
Son of Eden by Brianna Merrill - 99c
Eleven Scandals To Start To Win A Duke's Heart by Sarah MacLean LOVED IT!
A Hint of Rapture by Miriam Minger 99c LOVED IT!
Knight of Desire by Margaret 99c LOVED IT!
Wild Angel by Miriam Minger 99c
Little Miss Independent by Julia Templeton 99c
Almost A Spinster by Jenna Peterson 99c LOVED IT!
Loving On Borrowed Time by Olivia Cunning LOVED IT!
Tempting The Knight by Annette McCleave 99c LOVED IT!
Unlocked by Courtney Milan 99c LOVED IT!

Okay, I'm off to read some more!

What's in your mailbox this week?

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Arizona Dreamin' 2011 - Romance Reader Event!

For those of you who didn't know, a few weeks ago I got to do something I've been Dreamin' of ever since I started blogging - I went to a book event! Being in Arizona, everything is so far away so I was so excited when I saw there was a ROMANCE convention happening a few hours away. So, I gathered my friends and we went... SO MUCH SWOONY FUN!! Of course, now I get to share with you all.... so here's what happened.

Me, Lacey, Kamery, M.d
(I was entrusted with the bond money hehehe)

First item of business was we needed to sign in and pick which of the amazing authors we wanted to meet in their assigned book clubs. There were alot to chose from but here's who I visited:

Deena Remiel - Paranormal Romance
Carrie Ryan - Erotic / Paranormal Romance
Tami Van Gurp - Erotica / Contemporary
Erin Quinn - Paranormal Romance
Amber Scott - Paranormal Romance

I'm telling you these ladies are AMAZING! They were so friendly and open, no pretenses and they were eager to answer any and every questions we asked. I really wanted to also sit in with Erin Kellison but she was uber popular and I couldn't get in fast enough. The book clubs were later in the evening (after dinner and yummy Jimmy) and we were able to hear some of the authors read from their books. Excited me... I won TWO books - Echoes by Erin Grady and Irish Moon by Amber Scott (both signed SQUEE!)

Before all this fun though, there was DEFINTELY a hot moment.... or hour where I seriously thought I was going to overheat (I actually did but it wasn't from this.. hmmm maybe I should've said it was and Jimmy could've rescued me) Have you seen this man before?

His name is Jimmy Thomas and he's an international cover model extraordinaire! He created a company called Romance Novel Covers and shoots his own shots that he then sells as stockphotos. He's graced over 1000 romance covers (He's going to be on 3 of mine LOL) and he was THERE! Picture this if you will..... a bed, a sexy man and a woman in just a thong.... kissing, touching, moving against each other. HOT AS HECK, right? Now include a bunch of blushing women, lights and a photographer and you'd be with me at a erotic photoshoot! Seriously guys, I didn't know where to look but it was incredible! I got front row seats (courtesy of being in a cast and crutches) and it was a GLORIOUS hour! Of course, Lacey and I couldn't resist...

In Jimmy's bed! And yes, I tweeted it!

I had the most surreal experience when I went to the book store (went there TWO times!!) I can get pretty fan girl and squee over things, but I got squeed over!! Author Morgan Kearns was there, talking about her book and when she found out who I was, she got excited and asked for MY photo! "Oh my gosh you're The Bookish Snob, you're everywhere!" I bought a copy of Fade To Black, so I can't wait to read it. I won't tell you all how much money I spent... it may lead to an intervention LOL

Morgan and I

Thanks to Deena Remiel (brilliant author), we were able to get tickets for the dinner and author panels and we sat at her table. The food was pretty delicious (I was sick so I kinda picked at it) and we were able to listen to alot of great Arizonian authors share why they write in the genre they do, a little bit about what they've done in their careers and other questions from the audience. I loved watching some of them, how personable and funny they were.

Us girls with Deena (red tank)

Erin Quinn (such a sweetheart)

Tami Van Gurp
 (she was the reason I made the second trip to the bookstore, she was awesome!)

After dinner, I'll admit I had a ONE TRACK mind. It was Jimmy dessert time - for a $10 donation he was posing for photos with  everyone. I was SO nervous because this guy in person is breathtaking and so approachable and real. Don't tell anyone but I am UBER shy but I got my photo!!

Guess where my hand was? SQUEE on his THIGH!!

I didn't get my hump shot (I later shared that with some ladies and they thought I wanted a photo where... oh it's too embarassing to type without thinking I'm some kind of deviant LOL) but I did have Jimmy on his hands and knees before me.....

I think I almost hyperventilated... I had a little voice in my head going "He's touching me.. he's touching me!" followed by "Oh gosh, I hope my cast doesn't smell!" LOL

The rest of the night passed going to the different book clubs and having a blast!

Finally got to meet Amber Scott!!

It was so much fun and I'm excited to go back and do it all again next year! So want to see the goodies I got?



Some were free, some I won and there's 3 missing - Erin Kellison's two books and Trinity by Deena Remiel


LOTS of books marks and cards... LOTS

So what's next.... ROMCON 2011!!

Anyone have a favorite event they've been to or one they're dying to go to?

Friday, June 17, 2011

Love Tattoo Blog Tour - Excerpt by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

I'm excited to welcome Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy today to The Bookish Snob as part of her Love Tattoo Blog Tour with BLB Book Tours. To celebrate her romance story, Lee Ann has shared a book excerpt :) Enjoy!

Book Excerpt from Love Tattoo

Darkness softens all the rough edges, erases any ugliness, and creates a mood that evokes imagination. Nighttime Memphis delivers magic and so when we boarded that vintage trolley car, I didn’t mind so much that we were elbow to elbow with John Q. Public and his brood because I sensed that our ride would be spectacular.  

With the moon swollen to almost full, silver light bathed the city with an enchanted charm. I loved it all but most of all, I adored the views of Old Man River. The Mississippi impresses at any time with such wide water and so much power. That river pulses with energy but except for a few stray glances from one of the bridges in passing, I never saw it under moonlight until that night.

With the Memphis Bridge lit up like Christmas time, that lunar light cloaked the water with luminous radiance. A few clouds scudded across the face of the moon and the stars sparkled looking like gemstones flung out by a careless child, spilled like toys. The bright lights of the city detracted a little from the overall effect but it remained magnificent.

I peered out from the trolley window, my fingers laced through Will’s, with wonder and awe. He caught my admiration and it pleased him.

“You find it beautiful, don’t you, Cara?” he asked in a voice as silken and soft as the night that surrounded us beyond the windows of the trolley car.

“I do.”

Then he quoted Byron, moving me to the very bottom layer of my soul. Although I chose song over literature, once the classic poets rivaled pop stars for my attention. As a teenager, I mooned over Shakespeare, Byron, Marlowe, Milton, Tennyson, and John Donne so his quotation impressed me even as it pleased me.

“Most glorious night!” Will intoned. “Thou wert not sent for slumber.”

“Lord Byron.” I returned and he nodded, his lips curling upward in approval. “Aren’t the stars lovely?”

“Shakespeare called them “blessed candles of the night” in The Merchant of Venice.”

His eyes met mine, so earnest and filled with emotion that I almost cried but instead I started singing that old Cole Porter song, In The Still of The Night. I sang it classic old school fashion like the White Satins, forgetting in those moments that we were not alone on the trolley. I sang it for Will and for the wondrous night that enveloped us.  

We gazed at one another as I sang and he looked rapt, my best audience ever. After that last line, he kissed me, his lips searching and seeking until my answer yielded what he sought. Southern summer nights tend to be humid, so warm and thick that you feel like a wool blanket is smothering you but I felt a rush of coolness, sweet and refreshing as we kissed. God knows what we might have done if the other riders on that trolley did not applaud, putting their hands together in praise for my song. I think some clapped because we kissed but that would be embarrassing so I chalked it up to the song.

We got off at the next stop, blocks from where Will parked his car, and walked back to it. He kept one arm wrapped about my shoulders, protective and possessive, and I took pleasure in that.

Our stroll through the night took on a charm that felt like enchantment. Every shadow shifted as we passed almost as if they danced to our heart’s music. Our footsteps rang with almost musical resonance and we moved in tandem. For the first time in my life with a man, I felt like our thoughts, our hearts, and our bodies moved in accord and that felt heady. At his car, that sleek long boat-like beauty, he turned to me.

“Would you like to go eat something, somewhere?”

I did not. Food lacked appeal – my hunger stretched out for something else I wanted far more. To show him that I could quote romantic lines too, I reached deep into my memory and plucked words from the Songs of Solomon, King James Version.

“My beloved spake and said unto me, rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.”

Will Brennan stilled and stared at me, those blue eyes burning like sapphires in the night. He kept silent just long enough that I thought maybe he did not understand what I meant with my quote but when I opened my mouth to speak, he lifted a finger and put it against my lips.

 “Do you mean what I think, mo anam cara?” he asked and I nodded.“If you want, I will bring you home with me but it must be what you really want.”

Book Blurb

One unexpected late night encounter, one titillating kiss detours Cara Riley from reaching Nashville for a last shot at a singing career and lands her in Memphis. Dark, mysterious truck driver Will Brennan oozes sexuality and Cara finds herself drawn to him. Will quotes Shakespeare and dresses in black. He brings her to a higher level of sensual pleasure than she even imagined could be possible. As their relationship explodes into something real, she learns he has more than a few quirks. He sleeps by day and prowls by night. Their excursions to Beale Street, the Tunica casinos, and downtown Memphis become legendary but her curiosity grows. At his home – a castle – nestled in a wooded area just outside Memphis, she learns just what his sweet love tattoos really mean and must decide if she wants another. Whether or not they find their happy ending is all up to Cara.
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

BLB Tours - The Book Of Lost Souls By Michelle Muto

I was so excited to sign up for this tour with Book Lovin' Bitches, and have author Michelle Muto on my blog. She has a great new YA paranormal release called The Book of Lost Souls that looks like a fun read. Michelle was gracious enough to share a guest post about one of my personal favorites in romance books I crave - Bad Boys! So take it away Michelle...

The handsome troublemaker. Why do we love them so much? Why not the equally handsome, always good, reliable guy?

Maybe it’s because those good guys don’t offer up the same adventure their bad boy counterparts often do. Of course, we still want the bad boy to have some redeeming qualities – especially when it comes to their one true love interest.

And we can’t talk bad boys without everyone thinking about Damon, right? What do we know of him? At first glance, he’s selfish, self-centered, and unpredictable. Deliciously so. On the inside? He’s hurting. He doesn’t trust anyone, not even himself. He’s a mystery in dark hair and blue eyes just waiting for Elena to unravel. Maybe that’s it, too. Bad boys are mysterious packages dressed in good looks.

In two of my novels, I’ve realized that I’ve included bad boys with a soft underbelly beneath their close-fitting T-shirts—especially when it comes to the story’s heroine. I didn’t set out to make them that way. I guess I’m every bit as drawn to reading about them as you are.

Take Nick Marcelli, the devilishly charming and oh so handsome bad boy in The Book of Lost Souls. Nick has a penchant for defying rules and a reputation for breaking hearts. And when Ivy comes across a black magic spell book, Nick makes it clear he wants it. Can Ivy trust a demon? Is he interested in helping her, or just the book? Nick is certainly the kind of guy who has all the right moves and knows all the right words.

Yeah. It’s probably the mystery. It’s like a mystery novel that we’ve got to figure out. It’s like that saying about curiosity killing the cat and satisfaction bringing her back—we can’t help ourselves, can we? We want to live that adventure, unravel that mystery through the eyes of the Elena’s and Ivy’s of the fictional world. After all, we’ll soon be returned to our own lives along with the dishes and the laundry. We know about reality. Don’t mess with the fantasy.

Here’s a scene with my resident bad boy Nick:

No matter how she tried, she couldn’t get the thought of what it’d be like to kiss Nick Marcelli out of her head. It was a dangerous thought. Ivy bent forward.

“Look, Ivy. I may not be who you end up with. I’m not even who you think you want,” Nick said in a low whisper and she drew nearer to hear him better. He lightly stroked her face and an unexpected warm thrill passed through her.

“But Ives,” he said softly, “We both know that right now, I’m just what you need.”

* Official Blurb *

When teen witch Ivy MacTavish changes a lizard into her date for a Halloween dance, everything turns to chaos. And when no one is powerful enough to transform him back except Ivy, it sparks the rumor: Like father, like daughter. Ivy has heard it all before - that her father, who left when she was seven – was involved with the darkest of magic. Making the rumors worse, someone uses an evil spell book to bring back two of history's most nefarious killers. Ivy's got a simple plan to set things right: find the real dark spell caster, steal the book, and reverse the spell. No problem! But she’ll have to deal with something more dangerous than murderous spirits that want her and her friends dead: the school’s resident bad boy and hotter-than-brimstone demon, Nick Marcelli. Nick’s offering Ivy more than his help with recovering the missing book – he’s offering her a way to ditch her scaly reputation as a lizard-lover. Demons are about as hard to handle as black magic, and as Ivy soon discovers, it’s going to take more than a lot of luck and a little charm if she wants to survive long enough to clear her status as a dark witch, get a warm-blooded boyfriend, and have her former date back to eating meal worms before the week’s end.

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Michelle has always loved storytelling. When she was a child, her favorite stories were of monsters and things that lurked in the dark. Telling stories often frightened her classmates and got her into a lot of trouble with her teachers. They had no sense of humor. As an adult, Michelle traded her love of writing for the corporate life where she was an IT professional. Today, she's doing what she loves best - writing and storytelling. Michelle grew up in Chicago, but currently lives in NE Georgia with her husband and their two dogs. She loves scary books, funny movies, sports cars, chocolate, dogs, and changes of season.

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