10/19/2018

the November Intrigues

Did you know that Harlequin Intrigues have two release dates? The paperbacks hit local shelves (and Amazon delivery) on the third or fourth Monday (closest to the 20th of each month). Digital releases happen on the following 1st of the month.

For Instance: the November digital versions release November 1st, but the paperbacks are available on October 22nd.

Here are the six November Intrigues. A special thanks to Nicole Helm for her gift of an autographed copy of this month's release! Be sure to enter through the Rafflecopter below. Tweet or post for extra daily entries.
WYOMING COWBOY PROTECTION

A woman and baby on the run—
just upended a cowboy’s life

Noah Carson did not plan to have a woman and a baby under his roof. But his new housekeeper is in danger, and the solitary Wyoming rancher will do whatever it takes to protect Addie Foster and her nephew. He thinks they can overcome anything together, but he doesn’t know who she’s running from. What he does know is the longer Addie and Seth stay, the more Noah believes that they belong here—with him.

Carsons & Delaneys
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ANGI:  Favorite thing about Noah Carson
NICOLE: My favorite heroes are grumpy on the outside, softies on the inside—and that’s Noah to a T. Not much of a talker, doesn’t want to chit chat, but he’ll do anything for those he loves, even if he grumbles a bit while doing it.

ANGI:  Favorite thing about Addie Foster
NICOLE: Addie’s a survivor, despite feeling like she doesn’t quite now what she’s doing, she’s always willing to do whatever it takes to protect her nephew.

ANGI:  Favorite thing about Wyoming Cowboy Protection
NICOLE: One of my favorite things about Wyoming Cowboy Protection is how, because the live under the same roof for a time, Noah and Addie become a family without even fully realizing. Then when they’re thrust into danger they begin to see how much they’ve grown to depend on and love each other.

ANGI:  Where is Wyoming Cowboy Protection set, is it a real or fictious?
NICOLE: A little of both! While the town of Bent is completely fictional— a fun mix of contemporary setting and wild west touches, I tried to be as true to the state of Wyoming as I could.

ANGI:  Favorite scene in Wyoming Cowboy Protection

NICOLE: Most of my favorite scenes are a bit spoiler-y, so I’ll give you my favorite line from Wyoming Cowboy Protection instead, since I think it captures the spirit of the book very well: What kind of man said I love you before he closed you into a secret passageway while mobsters were after you and the baby in your care?

HIDE THE CHILD

A terrified little girl is the only witness
to the murder of her family…

And the killer won’t stop until she’s silenced, too. So when army ranger Gabe Decker is asked to protect the orphan and her psychologist, Trina Marr, he doesn’t hesitate. Hidden in a remote cabin, Gabe experiences a taste of family life…something this brawny ranger never dreamed possible. When bullets start flying, Gabe puts everything on the line—and vows to do whatever it takes to protect his family.


RUGGED DEFENDER
Murder in Montana?

Cowboy Justin Calhoun is certain that Chloe Clementine is the one who got away. Now she’s back in Whitehorse, Montana, for the holidays—and Justin’s ready to make his move. But Chloe has a secret Santa who’s been sending her not-so-nice presents, each more threatening than the last. Now they must find Chloe’s stalker Santa…before their fairy-tale Christmas turns into a nightmare.

Whitehorse, Montana: The Clementine Sisters


MURDER AND MISTLETOE
A killer has struck again in this small Texas town
this time at Christmas…

For fourteen years, Dalton Butler has believed his high school sweetheart’s death was murder, not suicide. So when another young girl is killed in the same manner, the handsome rancher partners with beautiful and determined detective Leanne West. Together, they work to expose the predator in their midst. Then their investigation takes an even nastier turn. Can they bring this killer to justice before Christmas is ruined—for good?

Crisis: Battle Barge

DELTA FORCE DEFENDER

A beautiful target.
Her reluctant bodyguard.

Fiery, independent Cam Sutton will go to any length to prove his Delta Force mentor isn’t a terrorist—even bully the CIA into giving him the damning emails. But by-the-book CIA translator Martha Drake already knows the evidence is fishy, and it’s somehow connected to the recent attempts on her life. Soon the strong, capable soldier is her protector…and inciting a passion neither can deny. But will Cam still want to be her teammate once the real traitors are brought to justice?

Red, White and Built: Pumped Up

THE GIRL WHO WOULDN'T STAY DEAD   

After more than one attempt is made on her life
an old friend steps in as her protector...

Emily Benton-Riggs would be dead if her best friend hadn’t shown up in time. Someone doesn’t want her to inherit her ex-husband’s Aspen estate, and now attorney Connor Gallagher won’t let the widowed art dealer out of his sight. Emily has always had powerful feelings for Connor. As they give in to the desire flaring between them, she suddenly has the best reason of all to fight for her life.

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10/18/2018

Between the Lines w/ Amanda McIntyre


Where do you get your inspiration? 

I can remember the first time I was asked this question. As a writer early in my career, I can remember thinking off the cuff answers like--observing people in airports, hearing snippets of songs on the radio (my first published book, Unfinished Dreams is inspired by the opening of the song "She Said Yes," by Brad Paisley) and maybe standing in line at the grocery store hearing pieces of conversations.

And while I was a "townie" growing up, my community was supported by area ranchers, dairy farms, and corn farmers. We had/have small cafe's where guys in overalls met every morning to share coffee and talk about grain stocks and the planting season. The scent of the local hardware and farm implement stores with the bags of feed stacked high. The excitement of "chick days" at the local farm supply store (yes, I have the T-shirt!) There are plentiful local bars with colorful clientele and a movie theater that is a slice of American nostalgia.

After many years of schooling, work and more schooling, my husband (also a hometown boy) and I wound up back in our hometown, 1) to give our kids a closeness to grandparents, and 2) to give back to the community we so dearly loved

Meet some of the folks from End of the Line!

My current series work began with a trilogy (The Kinnison Legacy) and has now got two interconnected series, (Last Hope Ranch) and End of the Line) All were inspired by my own experience of living in a small Midwestern farm town.

In the historic little Montana town of End of the Line, once a pop-up town of the gold rush of the late 1800's, I have taken the inspiration of my growing up years and tried to integrate them into a place people will want to visit, with people they'd like to get to know.

Betty's Sunrise Cafe': Set on one corner of the town square, and in every story of these related books, Betty's is a mainstay to the town. This is the place if you're looking for the best cup of coffee in town, an array of home-cooked comfort food, or the latest gossip. Run by Betty and Jerry, they have the biggest hearts and the latest scuttle on everything happening in town. Betty's now has a bakery next door with sweet treats and baked goods managed by Rebecca Greyfeather--pie maker extraordinaire and wife of Michael Greyfeather. There's rumor Betty has a cookbook in the works! We'll see how that pans out!!

Nan's Sporting Goods & Repair: Run by widow, Nan Patusky and started with her late husband Andrew, a WWII veteran and high school sweetheart. They married after the war and opened their business and became involved in teaching fly-fishing to kids when it was discovered they couldn't have kids of their own. In my upcoming book, WORTH THE WAIT, Nan will discover an explosive secret that will change her life forever!

**SEE SPECIAL BELOW**
Dusty's Bar & Grill: Run by Dusty, he employs Dixie, his only waitress who does NOT believe in skimpy denim shorts and Stan (grill cook) The hub of social life, particularly on Friday and Saturday nights for locals and area residents. Dusty's boasts Karaoke fundraisers, great burgers, and is not without the occasional brawl as you can read about in RUGGED HEARTS, with Wyatt Kinnison going toe-to-toe when someone makes a move on second grade school teacher,  Aimee Worth. A woman who set his world topsy-turvy in more ways than one!



Tanners Meat Market: Just across from the Got-n-Go gas station and grocery,
it's run by Sam Tanner. Confirmed bachelor who has the swoon-worthy looks of Sam Elliot and about the same disposition is your guy to go to for the best cuts of local beef, deer jerky, and your Thanksgiving turkey. He also carries homemade frozen soups and seafood. Sam has a few skeletons of his own which come out in the book, LOST AND FOUND. More on Sam to come!


Last Hope Ranch Cabin rentals: On the property of the Kinnison's sprawling ranch, Rein MacKenzie and his wife, Liberty (Wyatt and Dalton's step-sister) have built a row of modern cabins designed and built by Rein in accordance to the wishes of his Uncle Jed Kinnison's diary. Once a successful cattle ranch, time and Jed's passing made it necessary to sell off most of the herds. With the help of a Crow horse whisperer, Michael Greyfeather, old friend of Uncle Jed, the ranch became an overflow to an equine rescue ranch which led to the cabins. Together they provide the beauty of the country and working with the horses on the ranch to provide healing to those in need. Clay Saunders (NO STRINGS ATTACHED)  and Liberty Belle Vaughn (RUSTLER'S HEART) are just two of the folks that 
discover the healing power of the ranch and the small town support in End of the Line.




In the weeks to come, I'll be highlighting more from this quaint community and sharing some of its history yet to be told! There's more to come from End of the Line, Montana!!

Meantime here is my special gift to you!

October 18-October 22, 2018 
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To celebrate my upcoming next book in this beloved series, watch for more special giveaways n the weeks to come!

Be inspired. Be kind.Be grateful.




10/16/2018

E.E. Burke's Best of the West: Are You Ready For the Journey?



In my soon-to-be-released novel, Huck Finn finds his greatest freedom and joy in piloting steamboats up the Missouri River. 
The famous Far West on the Missouri River

A Missouri River steamboatman

Back when the west was wild and unsettled, it took a special kind of man to pilot a steamboat up the mighty Missouri River. A few of the things pilots encountered: elusive, ill-defined, ever-changing channels, stranding in low water, snags, whirlpools, Indian attacks....to name but a few.

"Truly must he be a man of rare natural gifts of memory of localities, quick observing comprehension, a sure hand, rapid judgment, determination of will, iron nerve, even temper, and good habits." ~ Magazine writer, 1870

The type of boat Huck pilots is a "mountain boat" (sternwheeler). These boats were smaller and lighter, equipped with spars (a bit like stilts to help the boat "walk" over obstacles). One of the best-known mountain boats was the Far West, piloted by Captain Grant Marsh.

Far West pilothouse replica
Courtesy Dave Thomson Gallery
A replica of the Far West pilot house shows a pair of antelope antlers, mounted to indicate it was a "fast boat" -- Grant made a record-breaking run down the Missouri River in 1876 after he picked up the wounded from the Battle of Little Big Horn.

Packet steamboating on the Missouri River lasted from the 1820s to the 1880s, with the greatest period of activity between 1840 and 1860. The railroads contributed primarily to the demise of steamboating by siphoning off long-haul passenger and freight business. In 1867, there were 71 steamers regularly plying the Missouri River. Three years later there were only 9. (Wild River, Wooden Boats, Michael Gillespie, Heritage Press). 

Some of the landing points mentioned in Taming Huck Finn were busy ports in the 1870s: Weston, Missouri, Sioux City, Iowa, Fort Sully in the Dakota Territory, Kansas City, and eventually St. Louis, where the Missouri and Mississippi rivers converge.

Huck the steamboatman becomes Huck the guardian

Downtown Atchison, KS, 1870s
When the story opens, we meet Huck on the riverfront in Atchison, Kansas. He's a confirmed bachelor with a penchant for adventure and no plans to settle down. In the space of one day, his footloose life changes completely after he discovers he's been named the sole guardian of an eight-year-old orphaned boy—a nephew he never even knew he had!

At first, he wants nothing to do with this responsibility. Until a sharp-tongued spinster shows up and demands he turn over the boy to her care. That’s something Huck can’t bring himself to do, knowing how miserable he was when he had to live with an old maid. He decides to settle Tad with "a good family" -- one with a dependable father and a loving mother. 

The best-laid plans... Well, you know how the rest goes. It doesn't work out quite the way Huck envisions.

After Hallie MacBride arrives in Atchison in search of her nephew, she and Huck have an initial meeting that goes poorly, to say the least. When Huck and Tad set off on an unplanned adventure, she follows, determined to discredit Huck and gain custody of Tad.

Here’s a scene set in Sioux City, when Huck decides to take Tad into town for a little fun. Unbeknownst to Huck, his nephew believes if the two adults fighting over him would get married, he’d have the family he wants. But how can he arrange such a match? 

Excerpt from Taming Huck Finn:

The trip north from Atchison to Sioux City took four days, just as Huck thought it would. Heading downriver would go even faster, and with a little luck, they’d arrive in St. Louis ahead of schedule. Things couldn’t be going better, far as he was concerned.
He stepped out of the barber’s shop, rubbing his bare chin. The evening air felt good and so had that hot bath. He didn’t care what Miss MacBride thought about his long hair and beard, but when Tad had started complaining, he reckoned it better come off. Now, he was ready for some entertainment. One of the benefits of being a pilot was having time off when the boat laid up at the levee. He had the whole evening free.
He propped his hands on his hips and smiled down at his charge. “Well, Tad, you ready to explore this old town? Sioux City has lots of interesting, uh…” Brothels? Saloons? “Things. Lots of interesting things.” With a boy in tow, he couldn’t pursue his usual distractions. Yet another reason he weren’t cut out to be a father.
His nephew regarded him with wide eyes. “Geeminy, you look different, Uncle Huck.”
“Different?” Well, he’d own that description, having been different all his life. “You didn’t say better, so I reckon a haircut and shave didn’t improve me none.”
“Different is good,” Tad insisted.
“S’at so?” Huck grinned. He’d never claimed to be part of the tribe of normal, so it pleased him to no end that his nephew liked the fact that he was unique.
His smile faltered. Miss MacBride didn’t think much of his differences. His pride still smarted from her snide insinuation about his worthlessness as a guardian. It had stung all the more because he hadn’t expected cruelty, though perhaps he should have, as desperate as she was get control of the boy. He understood her reasons, even felt badly for what had happened to her. But that didn’t mean he was giving Tad over to be raised by a woman with no husband. His nephew needed a father, and he was going to see that Tad got one—a good one.
They started down a boardwalk, past freshly painted buildings that overlooked a wide, muddy street. Sioux City no longer resembled the frontier outpost he recalled from a few years back. With the coming of the railroad, the town overflowed with people—walking, on horseback, in wagons—and everybody appeared to be in a hurry.
Tad jerked on Huck’s sleeve. “Can we go in there?”
Huck squinted in the direction the boy was pointing. Apparently, his nephew wanted to visit a mercantile and dry goods store just beyond that caravan of wagons lined up for supplies. It wasn’t on his list of fun places to visit, but he might as well get a change of clothes, a shaving kit, toothpowder, and a few other things they needed. “Well, what do you know? You found just the place I was looking for.”
He caught Tad’s arm before they stepped out onto the street. After that odd spate of misbehaving, his nephew had been good as gold. But the boy had more pent-up steam than the Hesperia and might inadvertently run out in front of a horse or wagon.
“No, I don’t mean there.” Tad tugged his hand, dragging him in the direction of a small storefront next to the mercantile. “I mean there.”
Huck tipped his head back to read the sign overhanging the door. “Why do we need a tailor? We can buy readymade.”
“But he isn’t just a tailor. That sign says he is a gentleman’s tailor. We got to see him.”
What the dickens was the boy carrying on about? “This other store has things ready to wear,” Huck explained patiently. “I’m sure they have something to suit you. We got no time for a tailor to make us clothes.”
Tad’s dark eyes pleaded. “Can’t we just talk to him?”
Huck heaved a weary sigh. The child weren’t making any sense, but for some reason, he seemed set on visiting the tailor. Well, they had the whole night, so a few minutes in a tailor’s shop wouldn’t hurt. “All right, but we got things to buy and I’m getting hungry. You got ten minutes to talk to this tailor, then we’re leaving.”
A bell tinkled as they opened the door. The little shop, no bigger than a pilothouse, smelled of new wool. A scale sat on the counter, same as every other business in town, so miners coming down from Montana on their way back east could pay for their goods in gold.
Tad wandered over to a collection of advertisements pinned to the wall. Huck peered over his nephew’s shoulder at what had caught the boy’s interest. There were pictures of men dressed in the “latest fashions”—according to what the paper said. When had Tad started to care about what he wore? He’d seemed more interested in shedding his clothes when they were on the island.
They both turned at a shuffling sound. A wrinkled-up gnome of a man emerged from a darkened doorway behind the counter. His lips drew back, revealing a mouthful of gleaming dental work. “What can I do for you gentlemen?”
Tad stepped up to the counter. “Oh, we ain’t gentlemen. Not yet.”
The old fellow’s bushy eyebrows shot clear up to his balding pate. Huck choked back a laugh. Whatever Tad was up to, it was worth the price of a show.
“You got any clothes that look like that?” Tad pointed at the pictures.
The old man kept a-smiling like he had eight-year-old customers walk in his door every day. “I can make whatever you want, young man.”
“It’s not for me. It’s for my uncle so he can be a gentleman.”
Huck scowled when the proprietor started chuckling. It weren’t so funny as all that. “Tad, I told you we don’t have time to get clothes made.”
His nephew’s shoulders drooped. “But you can’t be a gentleman without the right clothes. Says so right there on that picture.”
Hell’s bells, he’d had enough of this. Huck clamped a hand around Tad’s arm and firmly ushered him out the door. Once outside, he turned him by the shoulders in the direction of the mercantile and gave him a push. “I don’t mind a little nonsense every now and then, but you were wasting that man’s time.”
Tad’s heels scraped the ground. “No, I wasn’t. You got to look like a gentleman, and that man can help you.”
This was going to end here and now.
In front of the mercantile, Huck guided Tad closer to the building to avoid getting walloped by sacks of flour being loaded into a waiting wagon. He knelt down and looked his nephew in the eye. “Tell me why you’re going on like this. Has your Aunt Hallie been filling your head with notions?”
Tad’s eyes widened a split second before he shook his head. “No, she didn’t say nuthin’. I just reckoned steamboat pilots was s’posed to look like gentlemen.”
“Boy, you best learn to lie better than that if you plan on making it a practice.”
His nephew’s face twisted in a look of sorrowful guilt, and Huck’s irritation dissolved.
This wasn’t Tad’s fault. His starchy aunt was determined to make him into a “gentleman” and no doubt set into him every minute they were together. She still hadn’t figured out all that polishing only produced men who were shiny and smooth on the outside so you couldn’t see how rotten and wormy they were on the inside.
“Clothes don’t make a gentleman, Tad. I learnt that a long time ago.” Huck rose to his feet, weary at the thought of going back into battle, even if it was with a woman half his size. She’d been cleaning that wall she was supposed to be painting and scratching in that notebook of hers for the better part of three days. He reckoned she would wash and scribble as long as possible until she got a chance to slide away once they got closer to home. If he could get ahold of that book, he could expose her little secret—that she wasn’t an artist—and get her put off the boat. He didn’t want to shame her, but it couldn’t be helped. He had to get rid of her before she drove both of them crazy.
The hairs on the back of his neck prickled and he tensed. He’d had this feeling before when he was being watched. He turned real slow and glanced up the walk. As the crowd cleared, he spotted a woman in a dark dress duck behind a wagon. He frowned as she hurried across the street with her back to them.
There was no mistaking that slender form. Miss MacBride was tailing him.
Why? Did she not trust him with Tad’s safety, or was there another reason for her to be skulking about? His instincts warned him she was up to something. He’d known it as soon as she’d started asking him all those questions. Now she was hoping to catch him doing something that would prove he was an unfit guardian.
Anger stoked him hotter than a boiler. There was nothing worse than a sneak…except maybe a devious woman bent on getting her way at all costs. By God, he’d call her bluff.
But wait. He could do one better than that. Why not turn the tables on the little spy?


What one word best describes Huck Finn based on what you currently know about him?

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10/15/2018

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10/12/2018

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10/11/2018

On the Writer's Road - We are all Heroes


Hi GLIAS friends, it's Lizbeth again--coming to you from the writer's road, and I have a question. Is meeting your favorite author something that’s on your bucket list?
My super hero: Kristan Higgins

I have a second (even more fun) question. Have you ever actually met your favorite author?




It might surprise readers to know that authors also have favorite authors, and we have fangirl dreams of meeting the people whose books we love to read.
No maybe this is my super hero: Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Have you ever wondered why authors, who are people we rarely see except as slightly unrealistic photos on the backs of their books, are elevated to the status of celebrity in some cases? So what if they pick up a pen or sit at a keyboard and type words. They aren’t movie stars or sports figures, right?

With my true tribe: hubby in the back, sis-in-law on the right and absolute super readers turned good friends Shari & Jon Bartholomew
Another thing that might surprise you, is that not only do authors want to meet other authors—we also want to meet readers. In fact, we’re almost as excited to meet them as we would be to meet, say, Nora Roberts.

Why is meeting Nora Roberts such a thrill? Why does a reader feel such satisfaction when an author recognizes her and knows her (or his) name? Why do authors like me absolutely love spending time with readers? Three words:
Networking. Support. Empowerment.
GLIAS' own Angi Morgan (first a fellow writer and now a serious BFF),  me, and the amazing Sharon Sala.
In this time of “me too,” and heightened awareness of women and women’s rights, we need more than ever the amazing circle made up of authors and readers—especially in the romance genre.

Networking is maybe most important to authors. All fellow authors understand each other, and we’ve all got experiences to share, writing processes to compare, and encouragement to give. Those of us in the middle of the pack look to the “A-listers” (think Kristan Higgans, Nora, Barbara Samuel…) for hope and inspiration.
Love this lady:  Barbara O'Neal (aka Barbara Samuel)
 Brand new authors look to people like me for the same. Without writer heroes (for me, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Eloisa James) we can’t survive thosethe times we want to quit (and they happen) and we can’t see the top of the mountain we want to climb.

Readers need to meet other readers to hear about new books and new authors. They need to compare stories and critiques and analyze good books and not-so-good books.
 
Smart, witty, fabulous writer Grace Burrowes
Authors and readers also need to network with each other. Readers need to know what their favorite authors’ lives are like and that they're are no different than non-writers. And authors truly hope to find readers who become friends and who’ll support not only their books but also the ups and downs of life.

Support goes hand in hand with networking. Once you’ve found your author/reader “tribe” you know you have people who’ll always need you and be there for you. For friendship, of course, but also for beta reading, for spreading the word about books, for connecting with book clubs and online groups of people who like the same thing you do. Mostly, though, we find other women (and sometimes men) who know that reading romance isn’t something to hide. That through the years, romance readers are happier, healthier, and have better self-esteem than almost any other readers. And when we forget this—we remind each other. 
My Minnesota Tribe--Fab authors Ellen Lindseth, Kathryn Kohorst and Nan Dixon. The perfect picture of support!
Finally, meeting your favorite author and readers IS empowerment. Romance has come a very very long way since the days of true bodice rippers and Fabio. Today’s heroines are strong, resourceful, bright women who overcome every kind of obstacle and bad situation. They give us the hope that any situation can be better if we work to make it so. And that true love is not just a pipe dream. Even back in the days of Fabio, romance stories were written to defy the “rules” that women were supposed to live by. They were naughty, they were scandalous. They were wonderful.

And meeting our favorite writers lets us meet strong women who write about strong women in person. That's why it doesn't matter that authors aren't sports stars or actors. They are role models and meeting role models is definitely empowering.

The point of all this is that the road to being a writer isn’t really that glamorous—just as the world of every reader is sometimes mundane, even difficult. We need each other. So—if you’re shy about meeting or writing to an author—don’t be. She’ll love hearing from you. If you’re an extrovert, please know how much you’re appreciated. If you’re a writer who doesn’t want to promote or “bother” people (ahem—of course I’m not talking about myself)—stop it. The readers want to hear from you, too.

Revel in your heroes because you’re someone’s hero, too. And we’re in a very cool tribe. We love romance!!
A true writer hero and mentor and a Minnesota "sister"- Eloisa James.
I'd love you to tell me who your favorite author is and if you've ever met her (or him)? If so, was it awesome? I'll tell you what--it always has been for me! 

See you on the road!