Sunday Stuffs

First of all, congratulations to NurseArtist, winner of the signed print copy of A Ranger's Tale courtesy of my 5,000 hit giveaway. Huge thanks go out to all the authors and readers who participated. Look for a much bigger event when we reach 10,000 hits. So keep visiting, and we'll get there faster!

Lots of stuff happening in upcoming weeks. Wednesday, June 15 I'll be featured on the Para Your Normal blog and appearing on their radio show on blog talk radio that night. I'll let you know exactly what time so you can listen to a Kentucky girl talking about the romantic pursuits of elves. My accent alone should be entertaining.

Did you know that today (June 12) is Red Rose Day? HolidayInsights.com says:

"Red Rose Day is a time to enjoy and appreciate America's favorite flower.....the red rose. A red rose signifies love. A June setting for Red Rose Day is very appropriate, as this is by far the most popular month for weddings. And, they are in bloom in the gardens across America this month.

In addition to being the most popular cut flower, roses are also the most popular flower in flower beds and around foundation of houses, garages and sheds. They are easy to grow, producing a bounty of sweet scented flowers from June up to the first frost.

Did you know? Each rose color sends a different meaning to the recipient. Make sure you send the right message. Rose colors and their meaning"

This summer, expect new author interviews, giveaways, and whatever else my mind can cook up. Between staying busy with my three kiddos this summer, I'm writing as much as possible. Book 2 of the Tallenmere series, Serenya's Song, should be out to you by April, 2012. 

Here's a little teaser from Chapter 13 of my current draft. Jayden's moved on to Summerwind, hoping to leave his painful past behind. Will he ever find true love? Serenya Crowe seems like his perfect match in every way, but as fate would have it, she's married to the Earl of Summerwind...

            He broke away from our kiss, trying to catch his breath. “Serenya, we can’t do this.”

            While his fingers encircled my wrists, I stared into the sapphire depths of his eyes. All I saw was complete and utter tenderness—in his eyes, in his hands as they restrained mine, in the way he had held me like the I was the most precious thing in the world.

            My breath came in quick gasps, as I realized how completely un-tender my own behavior had just been. I jerked myself from his grasp and stepped back.

            “I’m sorry,” I muttered and sped behind him, retrieved my gloves from the ground, and slipped them back on.

            As I hurried to Charity and put my foot in the stirrup, Jayden said, “No, I’m the one who should apologize. It will not happen again.”

            I climbed into the saddle and said nothing. A world of regret and shame settled on his face before he slowly turned and mounted his own horse. How could I explain to him that I wanted it to happen again? More than that—that I wanted him, all of him. And that his tenderness, his restraint, had meant more to me than he’d ever know?