Handpicked is released!

Can the attraction between Gemma and Jake outlast the grape picking season in Gemma’s vineyard?

Gemma has managed the family winemaking business ever since her husband had died and left her alone with their daughter. But this fall, there’s something in the air that makes her moody and restless. It doesn’t help that the usual team of seasonal workers has quit on her and she has no one to help her pick the grapes.

Jake’s life revolves around his sports career. When an injury forces him to rest, he becomes a mentor to a troubled teen, Tommy. Trying to reform him, he takes him on a two-week working vacation to an old vineyard.

As Jake helps Gemma get the work done, they struggle to ignore the attraction they feel for each other. There is no point giving in when Jake will have to leave for France at the end of his vacation. Gemma couldn’t handle another broken heart, and Jake isn’t looking for a relationship.

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Excerpt:

He bent down and picked up her feet, still in her work boots. He propped them up on his knees and started unlacing the boots.

“What are you doing?” she asked, appalled, and placed her glass on the table.

“I’ll massage your feet. They must be killing you.”

She made a horrified sound. “They’re dirty. And smelly.” She swatted his hands away, but he didn’t relent.

“You’ve never smelled my socks after a game. You don’t know what smelly is.”

One boot thudded to the ground and the other one followed shortly after.

“Jake,” she tried again, but he had already pulled off her socks. She hid her face in her hands.

The first contact of his warm fingers on her sore feet had her rolling her eyes to the back of her head. A moan tore from her throat. Torn between mortification and pleasure, she didn’t open her eyes when she heard Jake chuckle.

“That good, huh? And I’m just warming up,” he teased.

Her mind wandered to other things he might be good at. Heat swamped her body. She wriggled on the sofa, tension wiring her body with a need she hadn’t felt in ages.

His fingers massaged and kneaded her feet and toes. She bit her lip to stop herself from making any more suggestive sounds. She laughed when he hit a ticklish spot.

“Oh, did I discover a chink in your armor?” Jake asked.

“You’re deluded. My armor is intact.” Gemma giggled when he tickled her again. “Stop! Please, stop!”

She laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe, but he wouldn’t stop tickling her.

“Admit it!” he demanded, a wicked grin splitting his face.

She shook her head, stubborn yet gasping for air, tears of laughter in her eyes. But then she couldn’t take it anymore. “Okay, okay. I admit.”

“Aha,” he said, victorious. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Her whole body hurt from the strain of trying to get her feet away from his wicked fingers, but the tiredness was heavy and pleasant. “You’re evil,” she complained, wiping her eyes, a silly grin on her lips. She couldn’t remember when she had last laughed like that. It was quite a change from the morose mood earlier. Everything in her felt alive and buzzing with a pleasant sort of tension.

“You don’t know the half of it. Now that I know there’s a crack in your defense, I’ll find others, bigger, wider ones.”

“Please don’t.” She said it as a joke, but the significance of her words struck her a second later.

Jake looked at her as if he too had heard more in her words than she’d planned to say. He pulled her feet back in his lap, so her legs were stretched out, and he rested his large hands on top, warming her skin. He gazed out over the grassy stretch of sloping land which separated the house from the sea. The ripples on the water looked gray and lazy in the late evening. The breeze off the sea tasted briny in Gemma’s mouth.

“Did it ever occur to you,” he said, pausing shortly before he continued, “that you don’t need it? Your armor?” He looked at her then. It was too dark for her to be able to decipher the look in his eyes. She tried to figure out what to say without sounding pathetic, when he added, “You don’t have to answer that. Just think about it.”

Gently, he lifted her feet and got up from the sofa. He placed her legs back down onto the cushion, holding them for a moment. When his hands let go, she felt a chill in the spot where he’d touched her skin.

#Coverreveal Starr Fall by Kim Briggs

Today I’m super excited to celebrate the cover reveal for Starr Fall, Book One, the Young Adult Romance Series by Kim Briggs releasing November 4, 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.

And heeerrrrreeeeee’s Starr Fall!!

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Starr Fall

Book One of the Starr Fall Series

By Kim Briggs

Release date: November 4, 2016

Publisher: Inkspell Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-939590-94-7

 

Pre-Order Buy Links:

Amazon

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About the Book:

On the run from the Organization, Starr never planned on falling in love.

Starr Bishop’s the complete package. A perfect smile, brains to match, and a winning attitude. Boys want to date her and girls want to be her. She’s the type of girl you want to hate, if only she wasn’t so damn likable. But don’t worry, she’s not interested in your boyfriend. Boys are one complication she can live without.

When the Organization decides she’s not only the model student but the ideal assassin, Starr’ll need a lot more than high test scores and extracurricular involvement to get herself out of that commitment.

Dark, moody, and dead sexy Christian Evergood is the last person she’d expect—or even want— to come to her rescue. From opposite ends of Webster High’s social hierarchy, their lives collide in one electrifying moment. Christian isn’t the Goth loner he pretends to be, he’s a part Cherokee, All-American boy who wants to be a hero, Starr’s hero. Christian makes Starr forget that the Organization is after her, but nothing will stop the Organization from collecting their top recruit.

By the way, the spot for junior class president just became available.

 

Excerpt

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I glance up just before plowing into a tall, muscular frame. As our bodies collide, time stops for one brief moment. Strong arms pull me into his black Ramones t-shirt. He shifts his body under mine, drawing me in closer to his chest. His heart races against my cheek; it matches the sprint of my own.

In a tight embrace, we fall as if someone hit slow motion and we drop frame by frame without ever hitting the bottom. Nothing exists in the entire universe except for our plunging bodies pressed against each other. When we finally hit the hard tile floor, he takes most of the impact because I’m cocooned in his arms. Something tightens just below my belly button—a nervous kind of flip-floppy feeling, and I finally understand what Sami and Jody always talk about.

“You,” he murmurs. I gaze into Christian’s black lined eyes with newfound shyness. I never noticed just how blue his eyes are. A blue so deep and pure and clear I’m tempted to swim in them for hours, but the catcalls “Get a room” and rowdy laughter remind me we’re in the middle of the cafeteria with our food deprived classmates, and we’re fresh bait. A burn creeps into my cheeks.

He pushes himself up beside me. Whatever emotion was in his eyes a moment ago vanishes as quickly as it appeared. Two sharp, unforgiving vertical lines form between his eyebrows. Without even a grunt of acknowledgement, he stalks away. I stare after his black t-shirt, wondering what just happened and did he feel it too?

“Starr, are you okay?” someone asks, but I’m lost in my own world. “Starr, are you okay?” A hand grips my shoulder.

If there was any electricity coursing through my veins, it’s gone now.

I shake my head to clear it before turning to Frank. “Yeah…, yeah, I’m fine.”

I think.

 

About the Author

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Kim once smashed into a tree while skiing. The accident led to a concussion, a cracked sternum, temporary notoriety as a sixth grader returned from the dead, and the realization that fictionalized accounts are way more interesting than just slipping on the ice.

An unhealthy obsession with conspiracy theories combined with a love of travel and happily ever afters led Kim to write her YA novel, Starr Fall, where a secret organization decides Starr Bishop would make the ideal assassin. While in hiding, Starr meets dark, moody, and dead sexy Christian Evergood. Cue the swoon worthy music. But it’s not all happily ever afters for Kim, her NA novel, And Then He, explores the dark and scary corners of the human psyche. Following a night of innocent flirting with a handsome stranger, Tiffani finds herself in the midst of a nightmare she can’t escape. And Then He is available now through Amazon and other major book retailers. Starr Fall will debut November 2016 with Inkspell Publishing.

When she’s not doing something writerly, Kim can be found jumping into snow drifts with her three kids, husband, and dog. She’s careful to avoid trees.

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Giveaway Details

To celebrate Starr Fall’s cover release, Kim wants to give away some swag. Let’s look at the cover again…

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One lucky winner will receive a bag of Starr Fall swag including bookmarks, all the fixings for s’mores (once you read the book, you’ll know why), and this…

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See that little metal tag? It says “Me to We.” Cool huh? You know what else is cool, the purchase of the bracelet bought one month of clean water to a child in a community overseas. Starr’s all about water and making an impact. Kim is too, and she can’t wait to give this bracelet to one lucky recipient. All you need to do is pre-order Starr Fall, then email a copy of the proof of purchase (a screenshot works) to KimBriggsAuthor @ gmail.com (Don’t forget to remove the spaces;)

Winner will be announced on Kim’s Website Monday, October 3, 2016.

#Coverreveal for Knockout Love

She just might be the woman of his dreams….

Maggie Heugan has her life all planned out, from her engagement to a handsome doctor, to her perfect nursing career. Then why does a chance meeting with a captivating stranger, have her questioning everything she has ever known?

Pro wrestler, Sean Miller is on a fast track to his destiny, until an unexpected injury derails his course. Now he can’t refrain from chasing the enticingly beautiful Nurse Maggie, when she just might hold the key to healing him in more ways than one.

For these two conflicted lovers, life spirals out of control, when Love collides with destiny.

 

Knockout Love by Susan V. Vaughn is available for pre-order now on:

Amazon

Kobo

iTunes

 

Here’s the gorgeous cover for Knockout Love:

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Excerpt

Maggie shielded her eyes, hiccupping loudly. “It’s so bright!”

“The moon is too bright?” Sean laughed, pulling her into his chest to shield her eyes.

Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him with a tipsy smile. “It’s not too bright for you?”

“No, I’m Superman.”

“Superman?” Maggie giggled again drunkenly, ending in another hiccup. “Superman would have been able to drink his own drink and not require me to do it for him. It’s your fault I’m this drunk.”

“Is that so?” Sean responded with another smile. “It had nothing to do with the fact you ordered another two drinks on top of that, and had nothing in your stomach.”

She looked up at him again and smiled. “Oops.”

“No kidding, oops.” He cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. “Lucky for you, you’re a pretty cute drunk.”

“Thank you,” she responded, the world spinning around her. For a moment she felt as though she was dreaming. The air felt thick and heavy. Sean’s hands were like magic on her face. His sexy lips inched closer to hers. Then suddenly he was kissing her softly, sending spirals of electricity racing down her spine.

Maggie sighed, standing on her tiptoes, pressing her body closer. She felt his white bandage scratch at her nose.

“Ouch!” Sean jumped back and readjusted the bandage on his face. “Easy, girl.”

And just like that, the spell was broken. Suddenly Maggie realized she had just kissed a man she barely knew, with a broken face, and some parts more broken than others.

“Sorry.” She pressed a hand to her swollen lips—still tingling from Sean’s touch.

“Don’t be sorry.” He made up the distance between them—smiling—his eyes hooded, predatory. “Just take it slow, let my face adjust.”

 

About the Author

Romance Author, Susan Vaughn understood the meaning of sarcasm before she could walk. Her childhood in the suburbs of Detroit was spent mainly trying to outwit her six creative siblings. When she wasn’t working on the next soul crushing jab, she sharpened her imagination on romantic literature and day dreamed about her knight in shining armor.

It didn’t take long for this hairdresser by trade to turn her passion for reading romances into writing her own unique love stories. Susan lives her life finding laughter in all situations, and delights in marrying sarcasm with romance to create realistic falling-in-love stories in the unlikeliest of scenarios.

Susan lives on the shores of Lake Huron with her real life knight in shining armor and enjoys watching their three children learn the art of sarcasm and wit.

www.susanvvaughn.com

Twitter handle: @susanvaughn1124

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Free copy of Letting Go & $100 GC for Amazon

letting-go-teenHere’s your chance to win a free copy of Letting Go. Comment on my guest post on the Long and Short Review website to win an ebook copy, and enter the rafflecopter to win a $100 GC for Amazon or Barnes&Noble.

Read about Harper and Isabelle and how Chloe helped them realize they had feelings for each other. In just a few weeks, you’ll be able to read how Chloe is a far less successful matchmaker when it comes to her own love life. In My Summer Roommate, it’s Harper who gives her love advice. Shocking, isn’t it?

Two 5* reviews have already come in for My Summer Roommate. I’m so grateful for my readers! I love you all.

Street team for A Pretty Big Love

I’m getting very excited as I wait for my second YA novel to be published in August. The first time around, I felt a bit lost with all the promo demands. I emailed book bloggers to offer them my book for review, book reviewers emailed me to request my book … outbound and inbound emails clogged my inbox.

So, in order to be more organized this time around, and to make it easier for everyone, I decided to set up a contact form here. If you’re interested in reviewing*, cover reveal or spotlighting A Pretty Big Love, interviewing me, or you simply have a question about the book, use the form to sign up or ask the question. I’ll respond as soon as I can, and I’ll keep you updated about the publication and the exact dates, and I’ll be eternally grateful for all your help with the promotion of my book. So grateful, in fact, that I’ll pick one winner from among the people who sign up through this form. The prize will be a signed print copy of the book and book swag!!

*I will provide a free digital copy of the book in exchange for a review.

Plotting

Last time I blogged about characters and how they evolve and change. I would like to add that characters are usually that first spark of inspiration that gets me started on a new story. I will get a glimpse of a person that is special in one way or another, and then things will progress naturally from there.

I suppose that makes me a pantsImageer instead of a plotter. Most of the time, at least. I don’t remember ever writing anything from the beginning to the end. Once I have a few characters and a conflict, scenes develop in my mind randomly, most often during sleepless nights (whether they are sleepless because I keep thinking about the story or whether I think about the story because of insomnia I still haven’t figured out). I try to write them down as soon as I find some time, while they’re still fresh and vivid in my mind.

Of course, the most compelling scenes are the ones that I write first. Once those are done, I have to force myself to write the rest, joining the scenes together, polishing the plot, correcting the story for consistency etc. To get through this dull part, I keep returning to the ‘juicy’ bits, re-reading, re-writing and finding inspiration in them.

Most often, I have a general idea of where I want the story to go when I set out to write it. But that’s a very loose plot. If it’s a complex story, I may even outline a rough plot, but it rarely stays the same throughout the various stages of writing and editing. More often than not, I let the characters and their development lead the story. I like for them to surprise me. I’m just there to tell their story, after all.