First, let me introduce you to this brand new author.
Sarah Daley lives in Arizona with her best friend and husband, Chris, their adorable monster child, and neurotic dog.
At the age of six, she became a reading machine. Devouring everything she could possibly get her hands on. In high school she almost failed English three times because of her detest for writing book reports. Today, Sarah writes whatever stories haunt her dreams, and struggles to focus on one idea at a time. When she isn’t enjoying time with her family, or writing, you will find her nose stuck in a book, or out walking and enjoying the sunshine.
The water is calling…
and Sandy can no longer resist the urge to unleash her mermaid form. But a simple swim in Lake Ontario ends when she discovers the truth of her own banishment. When long time crush, Alardo, seems to shift in a direction she never dreamed possible, Sandy must make a choice — mermaid or human? Once she chooses, she can never go back.
For your enjoyment, here are some fun snippets from Drowning Sandy! Enjoy!
She pulled her arms back, and pumped her tail to build momentum, her heart sped up as she increased her pace so she was rocketing out of the end of the tunnel at full speed, her body tilting as she reveled in the spiral her body cut through the water. “Far too long since I’ve come.”
When Sarah’s book is released on July 6th, 2015. Enjoy!
Today we are going to focus on the last book in the compilation.
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The Best Place to Meet a Man:
Jeff goes to the beach to run and clear his head. Meredith goes to the beach intent on burying her nose in her book. In this contemporary romantic comedy, these two collide when Meredith’s two young nephews come up with other plans.
Now about the super talented lady behind this book!
Robyn Echols has been writing since she was in junior high school. By choice, she spent most of her evening hours in her “dungeon”, as her mother called her downstairs bedroom, writing stories, only joining her family in front of the television upstairs when her favorite programs were playing. She has spent hours learning and teaching family history topics, and focuses on history from a genealogist’s perspective of seeking out the details of everyday life in the past. Several of her family history articles have been published in genealogy magazines.
Now Robyn resides with her husband in California near the “Gateway to Yosemite” and has fun researching and writing the books that she hopes will interest and entertain her readers. She writes Young Adult/New Adult and contemporary fiction under Robyn Echols and adult historical romance under her pen name, Zina Abbott.
When Robyn isn’t busy piecing together novel plots, she stays busy piecing together quilt blocks.
I can’t begin to tell you how tired I get of people trying to tell me where I should go to meet a man. Oh, I know they mean well. But for crying out loud, if I really wanted to meet men with the hope and expectation one would fall down at my feet and beg me to go out on a date with him, don’t you think I would have figured it out by now? I already know where to look for the kind of man in which I would be interested.
And, yes, I’m well aware the beach is not the place.
Which explains why I got into a snit and decided to go to the beach anyway. I mean, why should I have to give up doing what I want to do on my Saturday—again? Why should I be stuck in the house—again? Nope, I’d head for the beach.
I’d just take the boys to the beach with me. I had it all planned out. I would take my biggest blanket, find a spot where there weren’t as many people, in sight of the water but not too close, and get the boys settled under the shade of the umbrella. I’d slather them with sunscreen and let them play until lunchtime. Then I’d feed them, and allow them to fall asleep for their afternoon naps while listening to the soothing sounds of water lapping against the shore. After all, if I played with Xander in the morning before I left, took plenty of snacks and toys for Xander and enough bottles and some applesauce for Calend, plus plenty of diapers and pull-ups for the two, they should be fine, right? Once they zonked out under the shade of the umbrella with a lightweight blanket over them if the breeze off the water should kick up, they should sleep for hours, right? I’d have lots of time full of peace and quiet to read. I should be able to get well into my story before they woke up and it was time to go home.
What could go wrong?
Interview with Meredith the main character in The Best Place to Meet a Man
What is your favorite past time, or hobby?
Oh, I love to read. I mean, you have no idea how much I looked forward to going to the beach and burying my nose into my latest romantic suspense novel.
What is your favorite book?
You honestly expect me to narrow it down to one book? Really? How can people do that? I would be hard-pressed to narrow it down to ten favorites. Or maybe twenty. I do like romances, however. And mysteries. And suspense novels. And combinations of the above.
Do you prefer to plan things, or be spontaneous?
Oh, I definitely prefer to plan things. After all, I am a fourth-grade schoolteacher. If I didn’t put together my lesson plans well ahead of time, I can’t begin to imagine what kind of pandemonium would erupt in my classroom. Then again, at home living in the same house with my sister Marion and her two year-old Xander and her new baby—well, fairly new, he’s four months old, now—who can plan? Especially when Marion’s regular sitter asks to take off for a month of vacation, and guess what? Just because I’m off work for the summer, and, without even telling me until after it is a done deal, my dear darling sister commits me to babysit her boys through the week while this lady’s gone.
Who would you consider is your least favorite person, and why?
Oh, I don’t have any least favorite persons. Well sometimes my principle at the school gets on my nerves. And my brother-in-law Eddie can run a close second. I mean, Eddie is the boys’ father, but sometimes he conveniently likes to ignore that fact.
What one thing do you wish you could tell your past self?
You know, it’s great that Mom and Dad willed their house in Seaside to my sister and me. But, as much as I love Marion and her family, I think I would tell my past self to think really hard about agreeing to share the house with my younger sister. I mean, just because she is a mother doesn’t make her my mother.
What is your biggest pet-peeve?
That little Xander. I mean, I’m not even his mommy. I’m just his Auntie Meredith. But, do you think that stops him from pounding on my bedroom door anytime he thinks I might want to be alone and enjoy some peace and quiet? No. If he can’t rouse Marion when she locks herself in the hall bath for a few minutes of privacy, he comes and tries my door.
Do you think that there is a specific message to your story, that you’d like your readers to learn?
Well, you know, from the time we were young, Marion and I were taught to be very careful about meeting strangers at public places. You know, like the beach? I mean, with everything that happens these days, a person can never be so careful. That’s why Jeff went to the beach to run and I went to read—both of us carefully minding our own business. But, guess what can happen to caution when you add an adventurous two year-old into the mix?
Today we are going to focus on the first book in the compilation.
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Shark Boss – Book blurb:
When Tara takes up a job at the local aquarium, her colleagues warn her about their harsh boss, Mr. Carter Jones. She soon discovers how impatient he can be, but she also can’t deny her fascination and attraction to him. Carter can’t stop watching Tara as she works but holds back from her because of his secrets. If she knew what he was, she would never want him. Could the reason for Carter’s moods be related to something more troubling than what’s on the surface? Tara soon discovers Carter’s secret, and it only bonds them closer. But the curse starts to take over Carter’s life, and he won’t give his heart to a beautiful woman when he can only cause her pain.
Now about the fabulous lady behind this book!
Kathy Bosman Author Bio:
Kathy Bosman, Author
Kathy loves reading and writing even more. She homeschools her three kids, so in between unsuccessfully explaining the difference between subject and predicate or how to divide fractions, she enters an imaginary world of troubled and passionate characters whose stories take over the page. Kathy lives in Kwazulu Natal, South Africa, where the summers are hot, the winters cool, and bugs thrive. Her first published novel, Wedding Gown Girl, came out in 2012 with Astraea Press. She belongs to the Romance Writers of South Africa Group (ROSA) which has been her greatest support and inspiration the last few years.
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A granola bar gulped down while half-running, half-walking gave her instant heartburn. The ache in her throat intensified when the first person she encountered as she stepped into the tank area was Carter. He wore a black suit again with a red tie, perfectly pressed and contrasting against his mahogany brown hair tinged with a few gray streaks by the ears. He scowled at her and looked at his watch. Her breath disappeared. Why did he have to be so handsome? No way would she be duped by an attractive older guy again, like before, and get thoroughly burned.
“Two minutes late.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll make up for it by working a bit extra.”
A sheen of perspiration beaded his upper lip, and she could swear his hair looked a bit wet that morning. Had he also rushed out the shower? So why couldn’t he understand her being a few minutes late?
“You’re not to work overtime. Ever.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “You understand that?”
“Oh. Why ever not?” Grrh? Why do I always speak my mind without thinking?
“Because I lock up at five o’ clock on the dot every evening. Without fail.”
“Sure. Whatever.” She rolled her eyes at him and huffed.
He moved his face right up to her, a sneer mixed with a smile making his sexy mouth turn narrow. His hand brushed hers, whether on purpose she couldn’t be sure. “Are you back-chatting me, Tara?”
A desperate need to kiss him forced any words she might speak in her defense to flee.
“Behave yourself, kid. You’re at least ten years younger than me.” He laughed and then pulled back in a hurry.
“I’m sure I’m not. I look a lot younger than I really am.” Did she say that?
“Oh really? The tropical fish need feeding. You should know the drill by now.”
She could swear Carter tried to look angry but he didn’t succeed. He marched off with such purpose making her wonder why a man like him didn’t own the whole of South Africa, not just a small aquarium in Umhlanga Rocks.
Carter stood on the balcony of his home, a gentle breeze blowing his long bangs against his forehead. He watched her, the shock taking a while to wear off. How come he hadn’t noticed her swimming so close to his home before? That curly mop on her head formed a silhouette against the moonlight and the small sliver of sunlight rising up above the sea.
She’d danced down to the ocean like a fawn in the field—gentle, sweet, free. And then she’d stood there, a lone figure stirring a hunger in him so ferocious, it took his breath away. He wanted her. Like no other woman he’d ever known.
In fact, he’d never been much into women. Been too consumed by his own demons. But now he understood the world’s frantic obsession with romance and love. Love songs abounded, romance movies, friends in relationships and getting married, family members making subtle hints it was time for him to settle down—it all made sense to him now.
A tingle ran up his spine, and cold showers prickled the top of his head. He held his temples in his hands, groaning and swaying with the breeze, surprised he didn’t fall down the two stories to the paving stones below.
The tingling in his back became an ache. His breath became labored.
“No, not now. I’m not ready.”
Usually they came in the dead of night. Never at breaking dawn.
But things had accelerated lately. He should have been prepared.
Somehow, the fun he’d had teaching Tara how to feed the sharks yesterday afternoon had distracted him, made him forget to stay alert. Guarded. He’d momentarily stopped dreading, had ignored the swirling in his gut, the tension eating away at his every step.
Interview with Tara the main character in Shark Boss
What is your favorite food? A good breakfast with eggs, bacons, mushrooms, toast, the works. I don’t get it often as I spend most mornings body-boarding and then grab and go to get to work on time. If I have a good breakfast, it’s a real treat.
What is your favorite past time, or hobby? Body-boarding, although it’s more my life than just a hobby.
What is your favorite book? I love the Chalet Girls series by Lorraine Wilson. I’m a beach babe, but it’s such fun learning about women who live in the snow and ski. Skiing is similar to body-boarding in a strange way, if you know what I mean. Plus, the books are so romantic and fun to read.
Who would you consider is your least favorite person, and why? It should be my new boss, Carter Jones, as he keeps on shouting at me for nothing, but it isn’t. He’s too handsome and mysterious to hate.
What is your biggest pet-peeve? Perfectionism – harping on the smaller issues. And cruelty to animals.
What is your dream vacation? Mauritius or anywhere where the waves are good.
Did you struggle to tell your author anything? Yes, I struggled to mention my affair with my high school teacher. I felt really ashamed for falling for that jerk.
What is your favorite part of your story? When Carter tells me the truth.
What inspired the title of your story? My writer kept on thinking of shark bait. But Carter is a boss and he was a shark in the business world, plus, well, I can’t tell you anymore as it will give away the story.
Do you think that there is a specific message to your story, that you’d like your readers to learn? That love wins in the end. That meeting and loving the right person can set you free of some of your “curses.” That simply loving a person is one of the greatest gifts you can give to the world. That love surpasses duty.
Tara, of Shark Boss
Main character casting:
Tara has blonde curly hair, is well-tanned and has a muscular build (although still petite) as she likes body-boarding every morning. She has freckles and green eyes.
Carter, the Shark Boss
Carter is tall, dark and handsome with an imposing appearance. He normally wears black and white suits and is usually cleanly shaven and impeccable looking. He has haunted, dark eyes.
Today we are going to focus on the fourth book in the compilation.
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In the summer of 1905, Lizzy Gordon’s father dismisses her desire to be a doctor, demanding she become a teacher—a profession which does not allow women to marry. Determined to be free to choose her destiny, Lizzy defies her father and falls for her grandma’s handsome neighbor—literally.
Teacher Brent Pierce is dedicated to expanding young minds, but circumstances are forcing him to take over the family farm. Sweet complications arise when feisty Lizzy Golden drops into his arms.
Before the summer is over Lizzy and Brent will be forced to make tough decisions. Can they find the courage to each fight for their independence, pursue their dreams, and still be together?
Now about the fabulous lady behind this book!
Carol Malone Bio:
Author, Carol Malone
Award-winning author Carol Malone has successfully combined her three passions – romance, sports, and writing in her two highly-rated books, Fight Card Romance: Ladies Night, and Ladies Night Christmas sequel. She was the first woman to write a romance for the all-male dominated genre. Carol invites her readers to scramble into a front row seat for a thrill-ride of suspense, sports, and romance. If not hammering out new tales, Carol’s loves reading, sports, and hanging with her author husband on the coast of California.
“Oooooh, la. That man is finer than bread pudding with hand-cranked ice cream,” Hilda said.
“She wants to be a doctor and I can’t let her give up on her dream cause I might have feelings for her,” Brent said. “I have nothing to give her.”
“You can give her your heart, brother,” Aiden said. “Maybe that’s all she wants.”
He looked at her then, really looked, like he was examining something under a magnifying glass. He shook his head when he spoke. “You’d be willing to do that for me? You don’t even know me.”
“I know plenty about you, Brent Pierce. You’re just like me,” she said and blushed. He smiled down at her, touched her cheek with his finger. Her tummy warmed with pleasure. “Y-you want the freedom to live your dream and you want your folk’s acceptance, well at least show respect. You can always help during the summer months like you’re doing now.”
“How did you get to be so wise, young one?”
She fisted her hands on her hips, glared at him. “I’m not much younger than you and besides, women the same age as me are already getting married and having babies.”
There was a glint in his eyes that heated her skin. “And you’d like to get married and have babies.”
“Ah … someday.” She dropped her hands away from his arms, gulped, then took a step back, but he reached for her and hauled her against him. His eyes dropped to her lips. She nearly swooned, dropping lifeless to the hay-covered barn floor. “You ever been kissed proper, Miss Golden?”
He chuckled. “That’s what I thought.”
She stamped her foot. “I’ve been kissed plenty, Mr. Pierce.” She hated to lie.
“Have you now.”
“Lots of times.” Never. But she wouldn’t let him know that.
“Then you won’t mind one more.”
She couldn’t catch her breath, just licked her lips and stared at his.
“Do you know you’re about the prettiest little filly I’ve ever seen in this valley?”
Her heart was beating so loud she was sure he could hear the bang, bang, bang. She could only shake her head and pray she wouldn’t faint and land at his feet.
Lizzy let her eyes drift closed. She felt his warm breath on her face. Should she pucker up? Why was he taking so long? Wasn’t she kissable enough? Should she open her eyes and see what he was doing?
He shifted, brought her closer. Then she felt his warm, soft lips against her forehead. Her hands trembled as her insides heated like a stove on a cold winter’s morning. If this is what happened when he kissed her forehead, what would happen when he kissed her lips? She’d be a forest fire.
Main character casting:
Carol found this picture that looks exactly like her main characters. What do you think? Do you know of any actors that look similar to this happy couple?
Brent Pierce & Lizzy Golden On their Summer Holiday