Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Let's Party!! @KMNbooks #giveaways #books #newyearseve


Join me at my website for the New Year's Blog Hop! I'm giving away prizes!   Then hop on over to the other blogs and enter to win more great gifts--Books, Gift Cards, Cool ornaments and so much more!!
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Also join me and the other authors from Victory Tales Press and Rebecca J. Vickery Publishing at  Once Upon a Word for more fun and prizes! And just for stopping by, load your eBook readers with the free books listed! Our gift to you!

Happy New Year!!
Karen Michelle Nutt

Monday, December 29, 2014

University Park Series @cm_doporto @KMNbooks #newadult #giveaway @MasqCrew

Will she succumb to the temptations enticing her?
Publication Date: May 16, 2014
Genre: New Adult Sports Romance (18+)
Series: University Park Series, #1
College senior, Lexi Thompson, finds herself in a relationship to be wed to the university’s star baseball pitcher, Collin Norris. Collin’s damn hot, but his lack of spark has Lexi thinking twice before she says ‘I Do’. When she’s forced to tutor bad boy football quarterback, Raven Davenport, she soon discovers all the things she’s missing in her relationship with Collin. Will she succumb to the temptations enticing her, or will Collin be able to convince his sweet, innocent fiancée that his love for her is genuine despite his lack of affection? (This story will be told in three installments.)
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Publication Date: September 5, 2014
Series: University Park Series, #2
The engagement's off and with Collin behind her, Lexi has decided that the temptations of Raven Davenport are too strong to be ignored. It doesn’t take long for Lexi and Raven to find themselves wrapped in each other’s affection, but not without the challenges that life poses. But can she withstand the world he’s created or will the forces that are against them rip them apart? Love, faith, betrayal, and heartache ripple through their lives as they fight to be on the same side.


Publication Date: December 21, 2014
Series: University Park Series, #3
Lexi’s determined to keep her word and stand by Raven’s side because her love for him is too strong to deny.  As Raven learns to deal with the issues that are destined to destroy him and their relationship, their love is taken to a new level. As doors are closed and new ones are opened, Lexi and Raven find themselves in a heavenly bliss, but not without the challenges from Raven’s past. With a true test of love, Lexi and Raven have to decide if they are willing to do whatever it takes to be on the winning side.

CM Doporto lives in the great state of Texas with her husband and son enjoying life with their extensive family along with their Chihuahua, Mexican Redhead Parrot, and several fish. She writes Young Adult and New Adult stories about ordinary women who do extraordinary things, become a heroine, and find love along the way.

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Friday, December 26, 2014

What a Deal! @KMNbooks @JudgeYourBook #books #kindle


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Monday, December 1, 2014

December Sales! @KMNbooks #ebooks


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Saturday, November 29, 2014

Saturday, October 18, 2014

October is a Fun Month By Ashley Ladd @ashleyladd @KMNbooks #giveaway #halloween

KAREN: Ashley Ladd is an author of erotic romances. If comedy or military stories are your favorites, Ashley stories will add a little business with pleasure to your day. If vampires, time travel, ghosts, witches, demons, shifters, or futuristic tales are more your style, she has stories that will keep you spellbound.

Today, she's here to tell us about her upcoming release, SPOOKY SOJOURN and it will be available just in time for Halloween! Enjoy a sneak peek of the except below, learn if Ashley has ever seen a ghost, and enter the contest!


Looks like the CONTEST Ended readers!
One lucky blog tour visitor for Spooky Sojourn will win a $20 Amazon gift certificate. READ on to find out how you may be a winner! The contest will run until midnight October 31st. Good luck!!



Interview with Ashley Ladd:

KAREN: If you were a book, what would your blurb be?

ASHLEY: Wow! Good question.

Hard of hearing, disabled vet Ashley Ladd has never forgotten or stopped loving a young airman she met in Biloxi, Mississippi on her first military assignment. Although she’s tried hard to forget him, he won’t stop visiting her dreams. Finally, she attends an Air Force reunion hoping to see him again.

KAREN: Tell us about your story. What’s it about?

ASHLEY: An Air Force veteran who finally gets reunited with the love of her life.

KAREN:  What’s next? Any works in progress?

ASHLEY: My wip is “Gaycation”. It’s about a BDSM male-male erotic romance writer who attends a gay convention to get story ideas and she winds up with WAY more than she bargained for.

KAREN:  What do you do for Halloween? What was your favorite costume?

ASHLEY: It’s been a long time since I dressed up or did much for Halloween. The last time I dressed up for Halloween I wore my husband’s old Air Force uniform for Halloween.

Oh! I remember! One year I was Mrs. Thurston Howell and my husband was Thurston Howell III and our second oldest son was Gilligan. We won the costume prize at church. One year I want to be Endora, Samantha’s mother. I’ll wear a big (fake) bug on my shoulder and his name will be Darren.

I think I want to have a séance this year – or go ghost hunting.

KAREN:  Do you believe in ghosts? Have you ever seen one?

ASHLEY: Honestly? I don’t know. I don’t think so, but I’m not 100% sure. There are a lot of unanswered questions in our universe. A couple of my friends swear they’ve seen ghosts and they are not flighty people. My October release features a few ghosts.

I went ghost hunting in French Lick, Indiana at the French Lick Springs Resort when I attended a romance writer’s convention about twelve years ago. The original owner of the hotel was said to haunt the hotel and even ride a ghost horse down the 13th floor hall. And there was a haunted elevator. I didn’t see his ghost but we had a lot of fun looking for him.

KAREN:  Is there anything else you’d like to tell the readers?

ASHLEY: I hope ghosts are real. They’re a lot of fun to hunt, write, and read about.  I hope you’ll enjoy my new book Spooky Sojourn which features a couple of feisty ghosts.

KAREN: Thank you Ashley for being my guest today and answering the questions. I'd like to believe ghosts are real, too. :) I love Ghost Hunting and taking tours. My goal is to one day catch a spirit on film. :)

Now for more from the lovely Ashley Ladd...


October is a Fun Month By Ashley Ladd

October is a fun month, probably the month of the year when I have the most fun. It’s certainly the only month when we weave spider webs and welcome bugs into our homes, when we make and even eat creepy disembodied bloody fingers.

When else can we put glowing “green eyes” in our bushes to scare little children and not get arrested?
When can we chase ghosts and hold séances and not get wrapped up in a straight jacket or thrown into a mental hospital?

It’s certainly a topsy turvy, crazy month. But a month filled with wild possibilities, frivolity, laughter, dreams, and fun. More fun than most of us have in the six or seven months before combined.

What do you do to celebrate October?

I’ve hunted ghosts. Hung out in grave yards—to be honest, I’m into genealogy and was hunting ancestors. Conducted séances. Participated and even won costume contests. Trick or treated. And of course I ate a TON of candy and baked goods and decorated every inch of my house with jack-o-lanterns, spiders, bloody bones, and other ghostly things.

Being a German descendant from Cincinnati, I also celebrate Oktoberfest every year. That’s almost as much fun as Halloween. There’s loads of dancing, music, and of course, beer and decadent food. Although I don’t dress up in lederhosen, I jump right in and party hard.

To prepare for October, I’m going to read a lot of paranormal romances to get in the spirit.  Oh wait! I got in the spirit when I wrote my paranormal ghostly story Spooky Sojourn.  I’m still going to read several other paranormal stories. And start getting together an awesome costume.


About the book Spooky Sojourn
Publisher: Totally Bound
Genre: Contemporary Erotic male-female contemporary paranormal romance
Book Length: 50,000 words

BLURB:
Someone’s trying to kill Deanna, but is it the ghosts she doesn’t believe in, the rich socialite who might be a murderess, or someone else with a beef against The Gilroy Hotel and Resort that Deanna has just been hired to manage?  The Gilroy’s owners want the ghosts, or whoever is causing the trouble at the hotel eliminated, and they are pressuring Deanna to do the job as quickly as possible. Harry DeVeaux, paranormal investigator comes highly recommended to do the job and against Deanna’s better judgment, she hires him.

Although Deanna thinks Harry’s crazy for believing in ghosts and Harry thinks Deanna has a closed mind to the possibilities of ghosts and they highly annoy each other, sparks fly. Deanna can’t help but fantasize about Harry and inspired by a romance convention visiting her hotel, writes her fantasies in a private blog that Harry finds, hacks, and reads. Ooh la la!

Excerpt:
Breathlessly, Tabitha said, “There’s freaky activity in the bowling alley again. Pins started falling in front of the guests. Worse, they flew out and started flying straight at them, like they were going to attack them.”

Damn. Like they’d done with me. “Is anybody hurt? The pins didn’t strike anyone, did they?”

“I don’t think so but the guests are hysterical. They ran out of the bowling alley screaming bloody murder. Other guests rushed in to see what the commotion was about and witnessed it too. Our workers George and Joel refuse to go anywhere near the lanes. They’re threatening to quit. Several guests are checking out and demanding their money back for their stay. Should I comp them a night’s stay, or what?”

Hating to comp rooms, she didn’t see any way around it. If inanimate objects started chasing her, threatening to bash in her skull, scaring the living daylights out of her, she’d demand her money back too. “Comp them a night’s stay and apologize profusely.”

“Yes, boss. Will do.” Tabitha sounded less than sure despite her words.

“Tell the lane attendants I’ll be right there and for them not to leave.” Groaning, Deanna tugged the bow on her kitty cat pajama bottoms loose, preparing to kick them off. She signed off, undressed, jumped into her uniform and tied her hair up in a high pony tail. Almost ready to go, she slipped on her shoes before calling Harry.

“I need you.” She’d meant to say, ‘I need your help’, but the Freudian slip had gotten the better of her. “Can you join me at the bowling alley right away? Pins are flying around, following people again. At least they were until they scared everybody out.”

“I’m on my way.” Glee and excitement tinged Harry’s voice.

Those weren’t exactly the emotions overcoming her at the moment. Apprehension, worry and even some anger that somebody would dare endanger her guests and her staff, strafed her. “Did you set up your surveillance cams like you were planning?”

“Of course. We should have some good footage to view. I almost forgot to tell you that we captured some video of knives flying about the kitchen last night too.”

Annoyed, pushing her hair errant behind her ear, she asked, “When were you planning to tell me?”

PURCHASE YOUR COPY OF SPOOKY SOJOURN AT:
TOTALLY BOUND


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.

She's been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

How you can contact Ashley: chinara@aol.com
BLOG / FACEBOOK / TWITTER / GOODREADS / SHELFARI / AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE 


DON'T FORGET ABOUT THE CONTEST!
One lucky blog tour visitor for Spooky Sojourn will win a $20 Amazon gift certificate. Be sure to enter your email address so Ashley can contact you if you’re the winner. The contest will run until midnight October 31st.

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Thursday, October 2, 2014

Fright, Frolicking and Fun! @KMNbooks #halloween #books #giveaway


Here's the line up!
When: Monday, October 27, 2014
Meet the Authors, Books, 28 Contests, and 28 chances to win a Prizes!
Time: 8:00 AM PDT to 10:00 PM PDT
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08:00 AM Karen Michelle Nutt
08:30 AM Lorrie Farrelly
09:00 AM Kristy McCaffrey
09:30 AM Vicki Crum
10:00 AM Kelley Heckart
10:30 AM AJ Nuest
11:00 AM Sarah Grimm
11:30 AM Denise Moncrief

12:00 pm Linda Nightingale
  12:30 pm C. Shell Romance Author
01:00 pm Sarah McNeal
01:30 pm Cheryl Pierson
02:00 pm Kirsten Lynn
02:30 pm Donna Augustine
03:00 pm Linda Mooney
03:30 pm Cherley Grogg
04:00 pm Shayna Matthews
04:30 pm Railyn Stone
05:00 pm Linda Broday
05:30 pm Maureen Bonatch
06:00 pm Cecilia Corona
06:30 pm Kathleen Rice Adams
07:00 pm Barb Betts
07:30pm C.M. Bowen, Author
08:00 pm Kaye Spencer
08:30 pm Jacquie Rogers
09:00 pm Michelle Zunker Ziegler
09:30 pm Racquel Kechagias

Monday, September 29, 2014

What's in a Name? By Brenda Whiteside @KMNbooks @WildRosePress @brendawhitesid2 #books

Karen: Introducing the lovely, Brenda Whiteside! She's stopping by at KMN Books as part of her blog tour extravaganza. Check out her new release, The Art of Love And Murder, and enjoy her post about choosing just the right name for her characters.

****Giveaway:  Enter the Rafflecopter for a chance to win some awesome goodies!

WHAT’S IN A NAME?
By  Brenda Whiteside

Thanks so much for having me today, Karen. I’m excited to have your readers learn about my latest release, The Art of Love and Murder, the first book in my Love and Murder series. I hope everyone enters the Rafflecopter drawing for a tote bag of items that relate to the book. The more you enter, the more chances you have to win. This link will direct you to all the blogs on my tour: http://brendawhiteside.blogspot.com/p/contests-and-give-ways.html

Most often when I come up with a story, I start with the main characters. The Art of Love and Murder was no exception. This time I encountered a little bump, more of a giant speed bump, in my writing process.

My heroine, Lacy Dahl had been with me from day one – forty-three, widowed, half Hopi Indian and half Austrian, with a mystery in her past. She’d been adopted as an infant when her birth parents were killed in a plane crash, a crash she survived. I knew she’d go in search of her past, but that took some brainstorming to figure out. In her search, she’d meet Sheriff Lance Meadowlark.

Lance – my son’s name. When I imagined the sheriff of Flagstaff, Arizona, a man similar to my son came to mind. NOT my son, but someone of equal stature and rugged good looks. Lance Meadowlark had a good ring to it, so I ran with it…until the first intimate scene. My fingers twitched, I bit my lip and my writing came to a halt. There was no way I could write love scenes using my son’s name! What to do? Lance became Chance. The story continued and I had much more fun with the love scenes.

Blurb for The Art of Love and Murder:

Lacy Dahl never questioned her past until the deaths of her adoptive parents and her husband. A husband who wasn't what he seemed. Her research uncovers secrets about the mother she never knew; secrets that dispute the identity of her father and threaten her life.

Sheriff Chance Meadowlark is still haunted by the murder of his wife and the revenge he unleashed in the name of justice. When he meets Lacy he is determined not to become involved, but their pasts may make that impossible. As they move closer to the truth, saving Lacy may be his only salvation.

Lacy begins to think the present is more important than her past...until Chance's connection to her mother and a murder spin her deeper into danger and further from love. Will the truth destroy Lacy and Chance or will it be the answer that frees them?

Buy Links:
TWRP  / Amazon  /Are  /KOBO

About the Author:
Brenda spends most of her time writing stories of discovery and love. The rest of her time is spent tending vegetables on the small family farm she shares with her husband, son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter. Together, they’ve embraced an age-old lifestyle that has been mostly lost in the United States - multiple generations living under one roof, who share the workload, follow their individual dreams and reap the benefits of combined talents.

Although she didn’t start out to write romance, she’s found all good stories involve complicated human relationships. She’s also found no matter a person’s age, a new discovery is right around every corner. Whether humorous or serious, straight contemporary or mystery, all her books revolve around those two facts.

Visit Brenda at www.brendawhiteside.com.
Or on FaceBook  / Twitter

She blogs on the 9th and 24th of every month at http://rosesofprose.blogspot.com
She blogs about writing and prairie life at http://brendawhiteside.blogspot.com/


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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Sneak Peek at Alpha Wolf's Pet by Eva Gordon @evagordon @KMNbooks #werewolves #bookseries


Alpha Wolf’s Pet
Hidden, Book 1
By Eva Gordon

Suspenseful Steamy Werewolf Romance
This series is intended for a mature adult (over 18 years old) audience.
Alpha Wolf’s Pet
Hidden, Book 1
By
Eva Gordon
Blurb
Mia’s testimony against Russian mobsters forced her to enter the witness protection program. She is relocated to a quaint cottage in Wolf Woods, near Mt. Rainier, far from everyone and everything she loved and cared for. All is calm, until she meets Dominic, the gorgeous ruggedly handsome owner of the mysterious Wolfe Estate. He is all alpha male, domineering, and controlling. The last thing she needs is to get involved with a sexy control freak.

Alpha werewolf, Dominic Wolfe, is the packs’
enforcer. When an attractive young woman moves into a cottage near his territory; his senses are heightened to obsessive proportions. A human pet to meet his desires.

Dominic is determined to unveil Mia’s real identity while keeping his own securely hidden. Haunted by the howls and shrieks coming from Dominic’s estate, Mia wonders if she can really trust the enigmatic man she suspects of wanting a dominant-submissive relationship. A man who brings out her darker desires.
Will hidden danger keep them from gratifying their burning passion?


Her Alpha Wolf’s Pet series, Hidden, Book 1 will continue with Book 2 Kept, and Book 3 Hunted.
Find out more about future books in Eva Gordon’s Alpha Wolf’s Pet series and her other paranormal, fantasy and steampunk books at www.ravenauthor.com


Connect with Eva Gordon: 

Excerpt from Alpha Wolf’s Pet, Hidden By Eva Gordon

Mia sipped her fresh cup of coffee and smiled. “No, thank you, I’ll order it online.” She paid for the pancake mix and syrup. As she turned to leave, she crashed into a hulk of a man. Her steaming hot coffee splashed over the man’s shirt. “I’m so sorry.” She looked up and gasped... “So…sorry.” She lost her voice on seeing Dominic Wolfe. Not in a business suit but wearing a black flannel shirt and blue jeans, looking more like a cowboy than a business tycoon. Ten degrees hotter.
He stepped back and patted big broad hands at what must be a smarting burn on his broad chest. He laughed. “Don’t be, I shouldn't have been standing so close.”

Mia blushed. His deep masculine rumble sent shivers down to private parts of her body. “It must have burned.” The right thing to do was to remove his shirt and check the burn. Then what? She had no first aid skills. Maybe the coffee had not been that hot, or his thick shirt had protected him from being scalded.

“Nah, it was not that hot.” He chuckled.

“I’m so mortified.”

“I’ll get you a towel, Mr. Wolfe,” said the young man behind the register.

Dominic called, “No really. I’m all right.”

The bagger returned from the storeroom with a wet rag and mop. “No problem, Mr. Wolfe.”

“Come on, Jeff. Call me Dominic.” He took the towel and patted the stain.

He lowered his head. “Yes, sir.”

Dominic gently pulled her away and Jeff mopped up the mess. His touch ignited a small flame of desire not lit in over a year.

Mia straightened. “I’ll pay to have it laundered.” She met his dark amber eyes, speckled with gold flakes that gave him a feral look. His smoldering eyes were so intense, she immediately averted hers.
It was as if he would see her thoughts. Holy hell is he hot.

He picked up her fallen grocery tote and handed it to her. “It’s just coffee, Miss…?”

“Mia Attwood.”

He smiled. “Mia is Spanish for mine.”

His deep rumbled pronunciation of Mia sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. More like missing in action, because he makes me lose my mind. She must look like a deer caught in the headlights and focused on his features. A trimmed beard on his chiseled handsome face, the kind of face that commanded armies, rescued hostages, and obviously never flinched under torture. Definitely former military.

He offered his hand. “Dominic Wolfe.” His gold-speckled eyes twinkled in mischief. “You’re Ellen’s new neighbor.”

She clutched her grocery bag. “Yes, I thought you looked familiar.”

Dominic raised a brow. “Uh, huh.”

His tone condescending as if he spoke to an insane person. Her red cheeks disclosed her lie. “You were dressed differently.” Duh! Now he probably thought she had the IQ of a snail.

“I was on my way to a business meeting.” He tilted his head, his lips twisted in a bemused smile. “It appeared I frightened you. Although, you probably wanted to run in and fix your hair.”

Mia narrowed her eyes. As if. “My hair was fine.” Nothing wrong with a ponytail. She couldn’t tell him he looked like a hit man. Yet, now in person and dressed down in blue jeans that hugged powerful legs, there was something unnerving about him. His presence even caused the bagger to act subservient. It was more than the fact he was filthy rich. He was an arrogant prick. “I left my stove on and my tea kettle was whistling.”

Dominic chuckled. “I didn’t take you for a tea drinker, especially with latte all over my shirt.”
Mia hated tea. Was he a mind reader or just a lucky guess? “I didn’t say I was making hot water for tea.” She glanced at her watch. “I shouldn’t hold you up.” She bit her lip and smiled. “Again, sorry about your shirt.”

“Wait.” His masculine all alpha male tone sounded more like a command than a request. Yet, one she wanted to obey. As though he used some sort of Jedi mind trick. Maybe because when he stared, he never blinked.

She turned. “What?”

“I owe you a fresh cup of coffee.”

“No really, you don’t.” She squirmed as his smoldering eyes compelled her to obey.

Dominic laughed. “I promise. I won’t bite.”

Before she could argue why she couldn’t let a sexy rich guy buy her a cup of coffee, he seized her grocery bag and then wrapped his arm about hers.

Other books by Eva Gordon


Monday, August 25, 2014

MUST LOVE BREECHES by Angela Quarles @AngelaQuarles @KMNbooks #timetravel #romance #books

 KAREN: Let's welcome Angela Quarles! She's here to tell us about her upcoming release, MUST LOVE BREECHES. Do yo love tantalizing romances with lots of humor? Well then you're in for a real treat.


The Allure and Challenge of Time Travel Romances 
by Angela Quarles
 
As the success of Outlander shows, and the fact that it's now enjoying a run on Starz (can I get a Yowza for Sam Heughan as Jamie anyone?), people love time travel stories. Other classics of time travel romances include Linda Howard's Son of the Morning and Jude Devereaux's Knight in Shining Armor.
 
What makes them so appealing?
 
Personally, I love them. I love reading them and I love writing them. There's something about fish-out-of-water tales (and that's essentially what it is) that has always appealed to me. Not sure why. Perhaps the vulnerability of the character in the new situation? The potential for humor? The sense of wonder? The challenge? And since I love history, time travel stories are a great fit. I also love exploring all the what-ifs and the timey-wimey stuff that the genre entails.
 
The really good ones allow a reader to see the past in a way that you might not necessarily experience when reading a straight historical. After all, the time traveler is coming from a modern, familiar perspective, and so it's a great way to contrast differences through such a lens. A character in a regular historical is already familiar with the setting and the mores, and so the prose cannot call attention to these differences. A modern character going back? They're able to say, 'What the hay? That's whacked!' And to me, that's fun. And I'm all about the fun.
 
The challenges in writing time travels
 
There are a lot of challenges, and perhaps the part that makes them fun--modern lens on a historical era--can also be what makes it challenging. It's hard to go there without coming across silly or cheesy. It's a fine line. An additional challenge is crafting it in a way that makes it believable for the reader. Everyone's got their own ideas of how they'd react if it happened to them, and I know with my current release I had some Beta readers tell me the heroine took too long to figure it out, and I had others say she was too quick in figuring it out. Le sigh. You can't please everyone, so I tried to settle for something in the middle and that fit with her character and situation.
 
There's also all the timeline aspects to wonder about and figure out, and it can make your mind spin trying to pin some concepts down. Is it a closed loop? Do they affect the timeline or not? Does it spawn an alternate timeline? These are all things to think about and figure into your plot.
 
How about you? Do you love time travel romances? Why are you drawn to them? What are your faves?


All about the book MUST LOVE BREECHES

New release, Must Love Breeches:
Time Travel Romance
Release Date: Sep 3 2014
Length: Novel (98,000 words)
Ebook Price: $4.99 (Pre-order price $3.99)
ISBN: 978-0-9905400-0-7
Content advisory: Adult language, explicit sex

Blurb:
She's finally met the man of her dreams. There's only one problem: he lives in a different century.

"A fresh, charming new voice" – New York Times bestselling author Tessa Dare

HOW FAR WOULD YOU TRAVEL FOR LOVE?

A mysterious artifact zaps Isabelle Rochon to pre-Victorian England, but before she understands the card case’s significance a thief steals it. Now she must find the artifact, navigate the pitfalls of a stiffly polite London, keep her time-traveling origins a secret, and resist her growing attraction to Lord Montagu, the Vicious Viscount so hot, he curls her toes.

To Lord Montagu nothing makes more sense than keeping his distance from the strange but lovely Colonial. However, when his scheme for revenge reaches a stalemate, he convinces Isabelle to masquerade as his fiancée. What he did not bargain on is being drawn to her intellectually as well as physically.

Lord Montagu’s now constant presence overthrows her equilibrium and her common sense. Isabelle thought all she wanted was to return home, but as passion flares between them, she must decide when her true home—as well as her heart—lies.


About the Author:
Angela is a geek girl romance writer. What makes her romances geeky? Whether it's fan girling over Ada Lovelace by having her as a secondary character in Must Love Breeches, or outright geek references with geek types in her romantic comedy with paranormal elements, Beer and Groping in Las Vegas, or going all Southern steampunk in Steam Me Up, Rawley, she likes to have fun with her romances and hopes her readers do too.

Angela works at an independent bookstore and lives in an historic house in the beautiful and quirky town of Mobile, AL. When she's not writing, she enjoys the usual stuff like gardening, reading, hanging out, eating, drinking, chasing squirrels out of the walls and creating the occasional knitted scarf. She's had a varied career, including website programming and directing a small local history museum, and has discovered that writing allows her to explore all her interests.

She's an admitted geek and is proud to be among the few but mighty Browncoats who watched Firefly the first night it aired. She was introduced to the wonderful world of science fiction by her father, by way of watching reruns of the original Star Trek in her tweens and later giving her a copy of Walter M. Miller Jr's A Canticle for Leibowitz as a teenager. She hasn't looked back since.

She has a B.A. in Anthropology and International Studies with a minor in German from Emory University, and a Masters in Heritage Preservation from Georgia State University. She was an exchange student to Finland in high school and studied abroad in Vienna one summer in college.

Your can find the author on the web at:
Join my mailing list: http://bit.ly/1sde3Qi
Paranormal Unbound, the group blog I belong to: http://bit.ly/1sdaIRa

Can't wait to pick up your copy of her new release? Here's the Links to your favorite spots:

Amazon (universal): http://bit.ly/MustLoveBreeches
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/MLBGR
Must Love Breeches board on Pinterest:
http://bit.ly/1qCPKcy
Official Book Page: http://bit.ly/MLBBook



Enjoy an EXCERPT:
A reenactment ball was the perfect setting for romance. Or not.
Isabelle Rochon fidgeted in her oddly-shaped-but-oh-so-accurate ball gown, surrounded by women who’d sacrificed historical authenticity for sex appeal. Red carpet ball gowns in the nineteenth century, really? Once again she was like the dorky kid participating in dress-up day at school when everyone else had magically decided it was lame.
“Gah. I feel like a green robot with strange battle armor.” Isabelle pointed to her dark green dress, the shoulders flaring out almost to a point, exaggerating their width. “What were the fashionistas in 1834 thinking?”
“I have no bloody idea.” Jocelyn squeezed the poof of fabric at her shoulder. “These huge-ass sleeves are ridiculous.”
“Ah, screw it, we’re having fun, right? I’m not going to self-sabotage the ball. Not after all the time I spent obsessing over my costume.”
“And obsessing over the etiquette rules.”
“That too.” Besides, how fun was it to learn Jocelyn shared her obsession with guys in period clothes and bodice-ripper romances?
Isabelle eyed a guy strolling past in tight-fitting, buff-colored pantaloons. She pitched her voice to be heard over the string quartet. “Hmm. How about the clothes on that daring derriere?”
Jocelyn sucked on her olive and plopped the empty stir stick into her martini. “Oh, yes. Definitely a breech-ripper.”
Isabelle choked on her Bellini, the champagne fizz tickling her throat and nose. This was the first opportunity they’d had to socialize outside work, so she treated this moment delicately, afraid to puncture the mood. No need to point out he sported pantaloons, not breeches.
She should ease up on the drink, though. She didn’t want to get plastered at the Thirty-fourth Annual Prancing Through History Reenactment Ball. Especially since her new colleagues would be around. And her boss. She needed to impress him.
“Look lively,” Jocelyn said, her voice low, with a dollop of teasing. “Here comes the office hottie.”
She’d been cultivating a mild crush on Andrew since starting her new job at the British Museum six months ago. The whole situation was perfect. A guy in the same field would respect her interests, wouldn’t expect her to give up her profession for a relationship. He was safe. If it worked out, great, if not, no biggie. She was happy, finally, with how her life was working out.
She’d pictured him in period clothing before, looking resplendent.
He did.
“Hi, Andrew.” Her voice came out a little too high. Jeez, could she sound any more like a lovesick fool? She always did this around gorgeous men—went ga-ga as if she couldn’t rub two brain cells together. She gazed around the Duke of Chelmsford’s newly renovated ballroom and pretended as if her breath hadn’t quickened and her body hadn’t heated at the sight of Andrew.
“Hello, Isabelle. Jocelyn.” Andrew nodded. His smile felt like a gift for her alone.
Her pulse throbbed. He’d sought her out. Play it cool. Say something witty. “So, uh, having fun yet?” Having fun yet?
Something, or someone, in the crowd hogged his attention. She followed his gaze until she found it. Or rather him. Their boss at the bar.
Andrew faced her and the remnants of calculation on his hot-as-heck features disappeared behind his over-bright grin.
He leaned closer.
The artificial tang of his cologne drifted her way. She wrinkled her nose.
“Well done on the Whittaker exhibit. Finding that journal was a bit of a coup. It’ll be a fine addition to the exhibit, once it’s built.”
He’d noticed. She’d worked damn hard. “Thank you.” Why couldn’t Brits find her Southern accent as sexy as she found theirs?
“Glad you came across the pond to work with us. That find should put you in the running for the promotion.”
Good. The promotion would mean she could stay in London. Well, it would make staying easier. No matter what, she was determined to remain.
“Of course, you’ll have to beat me out.”
Cold clarity hit her stomach like accidentally gulping a glass of iced gin instead of iced water, jolting her from her usual foray into Incoherent Land around attractive guys. “You’re applying too?” Of course he was.
“Without a doubt. Career changer and all. I’m a shoo-in. Sure you still want to apply?”
Could she scrub the smug look off his face? She settled for the less satisfactory, but more controlled, “Yes.”
Now catching her boss’s attention was more important than ever. Besides wanting to escape into another era, she’d also hoped her costume would impress him. She glanced at the wet bar. Drat. Where had her boss gone?
Andrew slipped his hand around her elbow, pulling her closer. “How about we ditch this party and grab a pint? You and me.” He ignored Jocelyn, who stared back and forth between them.
It all made sense—his sudden interest after dismissing her for months, the calculation she’d caught when he’d turned back—he thought he’d intimidate and charm her into giving up the position.
She yanked her arm free, saying, “Fat chance, you smarmy horndog,” which cut through the room because, of course, the music had just ended.
Jocelyn snorted her drink, eyes watering, and coughed, fighting to catch her breath. For a moment, her coughing was the only sound punctuating the silence.
The curious eyes of the onlookers made Isabelle feel as if a huge moat had sprung up around her. The moat of Beware, All Ye Who Enter—Idiot in the Center. If one of those eyes were her boss…
Andrew trotted out his grin, the one that used to make her insides hum. “Thought we had a connection. No?” He backed away, hands up, eyes locked with hers in a you’re-such-a-fool stare, his heels snapping on the marble floor with each backward step. “Cheers, then, babe. May the best man win.” He nodded and sauntered off.
Jocelyn, bless her, completely ignored the Moat of Embarrassment and stepped to Isabelle’s side. “How had we never noticed what an ass he was?”
“Probably because we were too busy drooling?”
“There is that.”
“Seriously, I should just go pound my head against the nearest vertical object and repeat one hundred times, ‘When will I learn?’”
“Just be careful not to poke out your eye with those lethal shoulder sleeves.”
“Ha.” But Jocelyn’s dry humor softened Isabelle’s mood. “Can’t believe he expects me to just roll over. I have to get the promotion, I need the security. No way am I going to sacrifice my dream to be with a guy, I don’t care how hot he is.”
Never again would she let a jerk encased in good-looking skin influence her life. Been there. Done that. Have the gold-stitched Fool’s cap.