Showing posts with label Forever Yours. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Forever Yours. Show all posts

5/12/2013

Get Lost with Debut Author Abigail Sharpe


So very pleased to present to GLIAS readers, Debut Author Abigail Sharpe, who just so happened to write. . . .
 

Who Wants to Marry a Cowboy? (With This Ring)

Something Borrowed, Someone New . . .

There’s nothing florist Ainsley Fairfax won’t do to help her sister get the love of her life—even if it means taking her place on a bachelorette weekend at a Wyoming ranch so Cecelia can sail off with the man of her dreams. Ainsley is determined to spend the time keeping her head down and her heart safely tucked away—until an encounter with the ranch’s hunky owner gets her heart—and steamy desires—to bloom . . .

Riley Pommer doesn’t want to be lassoed into any relationship. But with the family ranch in dire straits, Riley knows his sisters’ crazy plan to turn the ranch into the setting for a dating competition—and using Riley as the bait—is the only thing standing between them and foreclosure. But the rules of the game change the instant Riley lays eyes on the spirited Ainsley. Now, as others try to stampede over their love, can Riley prove to Ainsley that true love is a prize worth fighting for?

ABOUT ABIGAIL:    

Hi, Abigail:  Yay!  Welcome to Get Lost in a Story.  GLIAS Readers, Abigail is one of our 2010 Unsinkable Golden Heart Sisters, so we’re thrilled to welcome her to Get Lost in a Story.  Quite a blurb isn’t it?  I’ll let you in on a secret.  I hate reality shows.  But reading that blurb and the motivation of the protagonist, I could really get into one like this.  I’ll settle for WHO WANTS TO MARRY A COWBOY? instead.  Sounds terrific.

So, let’s get to our fun questions!


DONNELL:  Abigail, do YOU like reality shows? And list some of your favorites?

 
ABIGAIL: First, Donnell, thank you for having me here.  I’m a big fan of Get Lost, so I jumped at the chance to be on here.

I used to watch reality shows a lot more often than I do now.  I preferred the shows that focused on talent – The Voice, Dancing With The Stars (which I totally want to be on one day), American Idol.  However, I’m a Florida Gator, so when former UF quarterback Jesse Palmer was on The Bachelor, I had to watch that, too.

 
DONNELL:  You're quite welcome.  We're delighted!  So, did the plot occur to your first, or the characters of WHO WANTS TO MARRY A COWBOY?

 
ABIGAIL:  The plot.  While watching Jesse, I thought, “Wouldn’t it be funny if the bachelor didn’t want to be there?”  And POOF!  Story was born.

Coming up with the characters was much harder. 

DONNELL:  What is the biggest change you’ve noticed going from unpublished to published?

ABIGAIL:  The surrealness of it all.  Is that even a word?  Also embracing that maybe I’m not a fluke and might actually have some talent.  Who Wants to Marry a Cowboy? is my first completed manuscript, though it was rewritten 20 million times, but when I wrote the second book, Who Wants to Marry a Doctor?, I thought, I can do this!

DONNELL:  If you’re not writing, where will we find you?

ABIGAIL:  I have two kids in school, so hanging out with them or driving the Mom Taxi.  I don’t write until they go to bed (or are doing homework (and they don’t need help)).  If I’m not being Mom, I like to sing karaoke.  I’ve also performed in community theater (my last production was Singin’ in the Rain).  In case anyone is wondering, I’m an alto that sometimes sings tenor.  But not soprano.  Never soprano.  Even if I could hit the notes, you wouldn’t want me to.

 DONNELL:  Pretend you’re a bookstore ad:  What aisle and section would we find your book, e.g. romance, humor, emotional drama….?

ABIGAIL:  Fun and snappy contemporary romance. 

DONNELL:  What’s in your refrigerator right now?

ABIGAIL:  Ooh, thanks for reminding me I have to take the steak out for dinner.  I think a better question would be what’s NOT in my fridge.  Did I mention I have two boys?

DONNELL:  What’s the most unusual thing you have in your closet?

ABIGAIL:  My college roommate’s master’s thesis on international communication.  She’s from Germany and asked me to hold on to it because she couldn’t take it home yet – too heavy and too expensive to ship.  (Jessica, if you’re reading this:  yes, I still have it.)  She went back to Germany in 1996 and her thesis has been through two moves with me.

DONNELL:  What do you want readers to take away from your books?

ABIGAIL:  I want them to smile and laugh and enjoy themselves and be satisfied at the end.

 

Thanks for joining us, Abigail!  Readers, Abigail will be doing a book giveaway, either Kindle or Nook e-book but, first, she has a question for readers.

 
ABIGAIL'S QUESTION FOR READERS:  Do you like books that make you laugh?  Or do you prefer the darker ones?  What does your perfect hero do?

 
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9/11/2012

TRIPLE THREAT DREILING

Nominated for three RITA awards her first year in publishing... Triple Threat
VICKY DREILING
returns for another day on GLIAS. Looking at her covers, I feel like I'm at a debutante ball.
 
A SEASON OF SIN
E-Novella
Hachette Book Group: Forever Yours
ASIN: B008GYLGBE

 
Introducing the Sinful Scoundrels...

 The Earl of Bellingham is nothing is not a creature of habit: money, meals, and mistresses must be strictly managed if a man is to have a moment's peace. It's a system that works splendidly for him--until now. With his oldest and dearest friends succumbing, one by one, to wedded bliss, Bell is now restless and a trifle lonely. Enter the Sinful Scoundrels--Colin Brockhurst, Earl of Ravenshire, and Harry Norcliffe, Viscount Evermore--who drag him back into society and draw his rakish eye to the ton's new beautiful young widow. Bell isn't after a wife, but a challenge. And Laura Davenport should fit the bill quite nicely...

HERE’S A LITTLE INTRODUCTION
London, 1819 

Dismissing a mistress was the very devil.

Andrew Carrington, the Earl of Bellingham, strode to the town house, rapped the knocker, and braced himself. Having been in this situation several times before, he had some inkling of what was in store for him. In the past, he’d prepared pretty speeches in a misguided effort to soften the blow, but he’d never managed to finish before the tears and screeching started. He’d soon abandoned that tactic. A pretty bauble, the expected pension, and a hasty adieu had worked wonders on his last paramour, but he did not expect matters to progress so easily in this particular case.

The only easy thing about Marguerite was her virtue.
While he dreaded the inevitable scene, he could not tolerate her ultimatums any longer. Earlier in the day, she’d sent yet another perfumed missive, the fifth this week. In today’s note, she’d stated that she required his presence this evening for an urgent matter. Under ordinary circumstances such a presumptuous summons would set his teeth on edge, but truthfully, he was relieved that Marguerite had overplayed her hand.
He was bored out of his mind with her.
Thompson, the cadaverously thin butler, admitted him. Upon entering the foyer, Bell divested himself of his hat, gloves, and greatcoat. Then he addressed Thompson. “There may be a disturbance. Do not concern yourself.” Knowing Marguerite, there would definitely be a disturbance, a loud one.
Thompson frowned, drew in a breath, and then closed his mouth, as if reconsidering his response.
Bell raised his brows. “Is there something you wish to tell me, Thompson?”
He cleared his throat. “Mrs. Lamant asked me to show you to the yellow drawing room while she finishes her toilette.”
Doubtless, she meant to keep him cooling his heels for half an hour in her usual fashion. “Do not bother, Thompson. I can see myself up.”
“As you wish, my lord.”
Bell trudged up the stairs and wondered how he’d managed to misjudge Marguerite. When he’d first propositioned her, she’d given the impression of being both sweet and sensual, a combination he’d initially found fascinating. After a mere month, he’d discovered that behind that sweet smile lay a veritable shrew. He ought to have pensioned her off a week ago, but pressing business in Parliament had detained him.
Her constant demands for attention, jewels, and gowns aggravated him. Nothing ever satisfied her, with the notable exception of his boudoir skills. The last time, she’d swooned. He’d been rather proud of himself—until she’d awakened and carried on like a blasted harpy because he’d mussed her hair.
“Women,” he muttered as he entered the drawing room. Bell halted and looked about in horror. Evidently, Marguerite had taken it upon herself to make over the formerly elegant room in the latest chinoiserie style. He grimaced at the yellow wallpaper featuring hundreds of birds, but that wasn’t the worst part. Everywhere he looked there were pagodas—dozens and dozens of pagodas. The miniature tiered towers cluttered the mantel, the sideboard, and every other available surface in the drawing room. There were urns painted with pagodas. There were plates painted with pagodas. There was even a pagoda clock.
Bell rubbed his temple, wondering how much she’d charged on his accounts to transform the drawing room into this hideous chamber of pagodas—without his permission. It would all have to go, of course. He would have to instruct Thompson to hire someone to restore the room to its former state.
With a long sigh, he walked over to the Palladian window and gazed out the wavy glass into the small, dark garden. He’d never bothered to hire someone to tend it properly, since he came here only to visit his mistresses in the evenings. The prospect of finding someone new didn’t thrill him, but he was a man of lusty appetites. He hoped to hell he’d find someone less temperamental than Marguerite.
The clip of heels alerted him. He turned as Marguerite minced inside the drawing room, wearing a dramatic silver gown with some sort of filmy black netting over it. For a brief moment, he wondered if she’d anticipated his dismissal and decided to wear a mourning gown to show her heartbreak—for the jewels and gowns she frequently insisted were her due.
Marguerite approached him and halted only a foot away. Her gaze traveled down his body, lingering overly long on his tight trousers. Her lips parted as she reached out and then just as quickly snatched her hand back. “No, I must be strong,” she muttered.
He frowned. “I beg your pardon?”
She met his gaze and turned away. “Why must you look at me in that mesmerizing fashion?”
“Marguerite, I have no idea what you’re about,” he said.
“Oh, yes, you do. You use your blue eyes as a weapon to fell damsels.”
He wondered if she’d been nipping from the brandy decanter. “Are you unwell?”
She lifted her chin in a lofty manner and shook back her glossy, black curls. “You came. I had my doubts.”
Based on his previous experiences, he knew to expect weeping and screeching. This time, he decided to present the gift before he gave her the bad news. Marguerite’s eyes gleamed as he offered her the bracelet. After donning it, she scratched one of the emeralds.
“It isn’t paste,” he said, not bothering to hide his exasperation.
“Well, a lady must be sure,” she said in a petulant tone.
Marguerite hardly qualified as a lady, but he had no intention of stirring up her temper.
“There is something we need to discuss,” he said.
“Indeed, there is. I have become exceedingly unhappy with your increasing neglect.” She sniffed and drew a handkerchief out of her bosom to dab at her dry eyes. “You’ve left me all alone and bereft for an entire sennight.”
He might have known she would launch into her complaints straight away. “From the beginning, I explained that my duties are my first priority.” He didn’t add that he’d begun to dread visiting her.
“At the very least, you could have notified me.” She admired the bracelet again. “Do you realize you’ve never even bothered to send a posy?”
If only he’d known she preferred flowers to jewels and gowns, he might have saved himself a veritable fortune.
“I am unaccustomed to such mistreatment,” she said.
He set his fist on his hip. “I have never mistreated you.”
“Oh, yes you have,” she said, her voice pitching up an octave. “You regularly abandon me for the lures of your club. When you do decide to visit, you never give me any notice.”
Her brittle voice irritated him, but he kept his tone even. “You’re my mistress. I’m not required to give you any notice.”
“Neither am I.”
“I beg your pardon?” he said.
She drew in her breath. “I’m very sorry, Bell, but I can no longer tolerate your frequent absences and neglect.”
He stared at her. Why wasn’t she weeping and begging, the way his previous mistresses had done?
Marguerite sniffed. “I regret to inform you that I no longer find you a suitable protector.”
For a moment, he stood there, unable to believe what he’d just heard. Then the words crashed into him. The devil! She’d dismissed him.
A LITTLE ABOUT VICKY
Triple RITA nominee Vicky Dreiling is a confirmed historical romance junkie and Anglophile. Frequent business trips to the UK allowed her to indulge her passion for all things Regency England. She is, however, truly sorry for accidentally setting off a security alarm in Windsor Castle. That unfortunate incident led her British colleagues to nickname her “Trouble.” When she’s not writing, Vicky enjoys reading, films, concerts, and most of all, long lunches with friends. A native Texan, she holds degrees in English literature and marketing.
AND A LITTLE BIT MORE
ANGI: What is your favorite season of the year?
VICKY: Autumn, because it begins to cool off in Texas.
ANGI: What do you like about the hero of your book?
VICKY:  He’s loyal and protective.
ANGI: What do you remember about your first real kiss?
VICKY:  The guy had braces.
ANGI: What’s the favorite food to eat?
VICKY: Mexican!
ANGI: Where’s the favorite place you’ve ever visited?
VICKY: The Musee D’Orsay in Paris. It’s where the impressionist paintings are housed.
ANGI: What is your biggest vice?
VICKY: Coke Zero – I’m a caffeine addict.
ANGI: Is there a “Blooper” in your story (it may have been changed before printing)?
VICKY: Well, I apparently mixed up a butler’s name, so I had to fix that in several places in copy edits, but it’s no longer in the e-novella.
ANGI: How is it working with hot guys and sexy women all day?
VICKY: My favorite part is when the hero & heroine banter – so fun!
ANGI’S GOTTA ASK: Last year when you visited GLIAS, you mentioned that your favorite movie of all time was PRETTY WOMAN. Are there any comparisons to those lead characters in any of your stories?
VICKY’S GOTTA ANSWER:   Now that you mention it, Tristan did share some characteristics with Edward Lewis, most especially having a cruel father. 
 
VICKY THIS SEASON
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NEXT SEASON 
WHAT A WICKED EARL WANTS
Spring 2013
Hachette/Grand Central: Forever Imprint
 

PREVIOUS SEASONS
HOW TO MARRY A DUKE
Hachette/Grand Central: Forever Imprint
ISBN: 978-0-446-56538-7
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HOW TO SEDUCE A SCOUNDREL
Hachette/Grand Central: Forever Imprint
ISBN: 0446565385
READ AN EXCERPT 
 
HOW TO RAVISH A RAKE
Hachette/Grand Central: Forever Imprint
ISBN-10: 0446565407
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AN INTERNATIONAL DRAWING for one of Vicky's book. Winner's Choice. Leave a blog comment to be eligible.
 
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TODAY'S QUESTION: 
What do you love best about historical romance?