Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
If you came for Beyond the Book scroll on down and read about Peyton's interview with Jake and Patrick, the owners of Rest Thy Head.
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Now enjoy an excerpt:
When Gage Lawton finds his brother shot to death on his back porch, every shred of evidence points to one person: Gage’s ex-lover, Riley Beckett. The only gun in town that fires a bullet of that caliber belongs to her.
Certain the shooting is payback for his part in the loss of her parents, he abandons his promise to stay out of her life and confronts her, his rage backed up with a revolver. Yet when she steps through the door, all thoughts of revenge burn to ashes.
A year after Riley unwillingly walked away from Gage, she enters her home to find him sitting in the dark, gun pointed at her head. One look into those achingly familiar blue eyes reminds her how wrong she was to let him go. But now there’s more standing between them than their heated past.
A twist of fate—and a hail of sniper bullets—puts them in the cross hairs of a killer, leaving Riley with just two slim options: trust her greatest betrayer, or face a murderer alone.
This book has been previously published.
Warning: Prepare to get caught in a crossfire of profanity, danger, and desire. Intense violence may trigger the desire to wear body armor…and take it off. Very, very slowly.
Without taking his attention from her, Gage climbed out of the chair, cursing when he realized his foot was asleep. He tucked the .38 in the waistband of his pants and limped through the pins-and-needles sensation wreaking havoc in his left boot.
Hell of a time to feel ticklish, he thought, staring at Riley’s wild mane of dark waves sprawled over the floorboards. Not the stark contrast he’d seen over a crisp white pillowcase.
His mind played flashbacks. Memories of dragging his lips over her heaving, sweat-slicked skin threatened his plans…and his resolve.
The flood of emotions shouldn’t have surprised him. He was as stoic as a block of granite when it came to everything—and everyone—except Riley Beckett. He never could put the feeling into words, but just being around her made him feel free, like standing in the middle of the prairie with the sun, and the breeze, and the vastness…and the promise of something he didn’t dare believe.
And he didn’t. Gage knew good things didn’t happen to him. But she’d captured a piece of his soul with her laughing eyes and damning innocence.
The purest woman he’d ever known and he’d destroyed her.
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Monday, September 15, 2014
In this excerpt from Rest Thy Head, Peyton interviews for a job at Rest Thy Head.
Patrick thought for a moment. “You’d be working for my
brother. Would his face bother you?”
“No, it wouldn’t. It surprised me this morning, but I don’t
Patrick pursed his lips. “We don’t have a room for you.
You’d have to find somewhere to live.”
“How about the maid’s room on the third floor?”
Patrick’s eyebrows shot straight up. “Who told you about
“One of the maids.”
“I don’t know what to tell you about that.” He ran his hand
through his red hair and made it stand straight up. “We’ve had
guests stay in the room before, but not for long. People say it’s
Peyton burst into laughter.
“You laugh now, but if you see something you probably
won’t laugh. The last guest who stayed there left in the middle of
the night. He said some woman kept pushing him out of the bed.”
Peyton laughed again. How could anyone really believe in
ghosts? “Sounds like a vivid dream to me. I don’t believe in ghosts.
I’m perfectly willing to live in that room if you hire me.”
He still looked doubtful, but he gave in with good grace.
“Okay. We’ll talk to Jake around two if that’s convenient for you.”
Running away from a fiancé who betrayed her, Peyton O’Malley finds employment at a beautiful bed and breakfast inn called Rest Thy Head. She didn’t expect to live in the haunted room or to fall for the inn’s owner, a fire-scarred, war veteran who uses the inn to hide away from the world. She didn’t expect her sister to show up at Rest Thy Head either, much less her formidable mother.
Now, thanks to the aid of a friendly ghost, Peyton has a shot at true love, and so does her sister
Ashley, provided the guys cooperate of course!
Coming 9/23 from Astraea Press.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
“I’m not marrying Drew!” Peyton ripped off her veil and
kicked off her expensive designer heels. “Unbutton me; hurry!”
She felt Ashley’s fingers fumbling at the buttons on the back
of the dress. “Rip ‘em off if you have to, Ash.”
“I’ve got the last one.”
Peyton shimmied out of her dress and stomped it for spite,
taking satisfaction when a nearby chair pricked the heavy fabric.
“I’m getting out of here, but don’t tell anyone.”
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Saturday, September 13, 2014
Welcome to Saturday Sample. As you may have guessed, today's sample comes from Rest Thy Head which is coming 9/23 from Astraea Press. In this excerpt, Peyton, my heroine, meets Jake, my hero for the first time.
She entered the barn, a big white structure with a center aisle
and stalls on either side. Just inside the door she saw a dark-haired
man dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved, plaid shirt brushing a
pretty chestnut mare.
“Hi,” she called.
The man half turned toward her; wow, he had blue eyes to
die for. The blue was so intense that it reminded her of a blue
diamond she’d seen at the jewelry store. Oh, and look at those
shoulders. If there was one thing she loved, it was a pair of nice
shoulders. Yummy. He was just yummy.
“Yeah?” he asked, his
voice abrupt and snappy.
“I’m Peyton O’Malley. I’m supposed to meet Patrick for a
“He isn’t here yet. You can sit on the bench under that tree
outside and wait for him there.”
Instead of leaving the barn, Peyton stepped toward the man.
“What a beautiful … horse.”
The man quickly averted his face, but Peyton had seen the
dreadful red scars that covered the entire left side of his face. They
looked like burns. “I told you to wait outside,” he growled,
scowling at her with the good side of his face. “Get moving.”
Friday, September 12, 2014
Scroll on down if you came for Fashionista Friday, but why not enjoy this post first?
When All the Balls Drop - The Upside of Losing Everything
by Heidi Siefkas
The true story of a survivor
who through losing everything,
redefined having it all
Heidi Siefkas was a happily married, globetrotting professional who seemingly “had it all”—until a tree limb in New York’s Hudson River Valley struck her down, breaking her neck and leaving her unconscious. Suddenly, life as she knew it stopped. She lost her independence. She lost her career. She watched her marriage disintegrate as she confronted a trail of devastating lies about her husband’s double life.
She had lost all that mattered, but she was a survivor. She fought to restore her health, repair her broken heart, and rebuild herself. Along the way, she gained clarity about her core values, ultimately coming to a deeper understanding of what it means to have it all.
Through down-to-earth, short vignettes, When All Balls Drop shows us how it’s possible to “look up” in spite of pain, deceit, and loss. Heidi’s memoir--rich with hope and humor, inspires anyone who’s had to confront tragedy and reassess their life in the wake of life-altering events.
Putting the Pieces Together
I awoke feeling cold in a stark, square hospital room. I tried to look around as I heard familiar voices. I was lying in a bed covered with a flimsy, white herringbone blanket. Both my mother and my husband were sitting to my right. I heard the beeping of a monitor and several unfamiliar voices. Why was I here? How did I get here?
A nurse with a long, blond ponytail, glasses, and blue scrubs came in and approached my bed to check my vitals and IV bag. Looking up from her clipboard, she asked, “How’s your pain?”
I tried to nod, but I couldn’t. My neck was in a brace. Scared, I said, “I’m okay. I think?” I looked at my mother’s face. She was crying. I passed my hand over my face, which was tender and swollen. I was in a hospital gown with tubes coming out of my arms and plastic cups around my calves. Every few minutes the cups would inflate and deflate. Combined with the dissonant mixture of rhythmic beeps from my monitor, the buzzing of the overhead fluorescent lights, telephones ringing, intercom crackling, and staff talking, my already-high levels of anxiety and fear rose.
Although I do not remember the few days prior to my waking up, my mother and my husband, AJ, had been by my side continually. My mother came closer to my bed, carefully touched my hand, and said, “Heidi, you arrived at the emergency room via ambulance after being struck by a tree limb outside your apartment.”
Heidi Siefkas is an author and adventurer. Originally from small-town Wisconsin, she lives in Kauai and also calls the Midwest and South Florida home. Heidi is currently crafting a sequel to this memoir, embracing both her wanderlust and love of writing by documenting her many travels. You can connect with Heidi at www.heidisiefkas.com, Facebook, and Twitter.
Heidi will be awarding an autographed copy of When All Balls Drop to five randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour (US ONLY). A Grand Prize of a $50 Amazon/BN GC will be awarded to one randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.