Friday, May 31, 2013

COVER REVEAL for fellow Author Jo-Anna Walker

Break Me Book Blurb:
Running is always easier.
Tori McLeod moved to the big city to get away from her mother—and her past. Her new routine is destroyed when she meets a mysterious stranger who won’t take no for an answer. Sebastian intrigues her, but his eyes hold secrets she would rather avoid.
Sebastian Chelios, a hard-as-nails enforcer, is a new-in-town loner. He has to have her. Control her. Possess her. But he can’t—won’t—lose control, even though Tori’s innocence fascinates him. The last thing he’s going to do is love her, even after he gets her in his bed.
Losing control is dangerous, especially when someone from Sebastian’s past covets Tori, putting more than just her heart in danger.
Can Sebastian protect Tori from Jose’s sadistic obsession? If he gets his hands on her, will she make it out in one piece?

About the Author-
Jo-Anna Walker:
I've been writing my whole life but mostly in just my journals or diaries. I never thought of actually writing a story. Last year some time, my aunt suggested I write a book. I thought there was no way I could write a story that was my own. All the ideas I had bouncing around in my head were not my own and were from other books I have read. My aunt told me I could do it if I really thought about it.So I did. And guess what? An idea came to me. Now mind you, that idea has changed ALOT! My first book is nothing like I originally started with and that's fine. I'm happy with it. I just hope others are too.I started creating a playlist of songs that I hear that remind me of my book. Most of the songs are not from the type of music I listen to but I love them (I'm a heavy metal girl). I don't have a writing office per say. My table is my writing area. My lap top is set up there with my notes and ideas and it's perfect for me. I don't need pure silence to write so when the hubby is home, he can watch tv and I can write and we can still spend time together. I'm very excited for my first book to come out, hopefully sometime this summer. I'm nervous, scared and biting my nails as to what people will think but I'm excited none the less.So this is me, in a nutshell.
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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Frosty Edition of Tuesday Tales for May

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! I celebrate a warm May 28th in Texas with a frosty contribution for Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to a new installment in a romantic YA  WIP, Eyelashes Freeze in North Dakota.  We Tuesday Tales Authors take on the word prompt "library":

Irene knew the obstacles being older than not just her suite mate, but most everyone in the dorm. However, she resolved to live the role of friend, rather than Mother Hen. She certainly never lived much of a single life at any time in her life. Rather naïve in the world of bar-hopping and dating, she actually believed she might learn a few things from her younger college counterparts. Irene spent her younger years working responsibly, spending hours at the library, and attempting to make the most of her life getting ahead. She considered dating, romance, love, and socializing almost a waste of time.

Of course, her parents set a rather sedate example of romantic love. Although very religious and courteous, they reserved outwardly showing affection for each other for special occasions. Then, at the most a quick peck accompanied their usual hugs. Irene always felt safe in her family, and the security she felt became more important than wild, uninhibited passion. She hoped to meet someone like her father someday-intelligent, loving, kind, and responsible. All of the ideal traits of husband and father with none of the attributes of a party animal- that was her type of man.

Irene resolved with her change in lifestyle and career, she also should broaden her entertainment horizons and even develop new interests and hobbies. UND had a lively hockey team and with student tickets readily available, she had a golden opportunity in her reach to learn about something fun outside her usual realm.  Further, with her newly chosen academic path of sports medicine, it would help to learn more about the type of athletes she would one day serve.

Irene’s suite mate, Jenell, encouraged Irene’s liberation into fun. It started early in the evening the day of the mascara debacle. “Are you ready, Irene? We gotta get to the ice rink in time to get drinks before we take our seats.”

Irene enjoyed Jenell’s energy and definite opposite personality to her own. “Yes, just a second, putting on my gloves and I’ll be ready.”

Irene learned her lesson from earlier in the day and applied minimal make-up. She used a bit of pink gloss on her lips and light blush for her cheeks. Her face still carried signs of the earlier windburn and gave her a natural reddish hue. Irene made a mental note to purchase additional face moisturizer when she next went shopping. All the winter weather would destroy her naturally dry complexion if she did not take the proper measures. Her ravaged cuticles told the story on their own.

However, with the falling temperatures of night, they bundled up much more heavily than earlier in the day for the walk to the hockey complex. “Have you got your thermals on under your jeans?” Irene teased Jenell.
“I swear, I look fat in everything I wear because of these stupid layers of clothes.”

“I’ll take the appearance of fat in the practical over frost bite any day.” Irene thoughtfully replied, shifting her hat just so on her head. “I wish the tunnels connecting the dorms to the cafeteria spanned the entire campus to make every walking trip much more pleasant. Don’t you, Jenell?”

“I would love that! But, doubt that will happen during our experience here.”

"Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on the word, "library". 

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Saturday Sippers in The Locker

Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new, sometimes, skinny cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J
  • 1 ½ Oz Gin
  • 1 ounce lemon juice
  • 2 T sugar
  • Club soda
  • Lemon slice for garnish
Mix gin, lemon juice, and sugar in a glass. Add club soda to taste. Add ice cubes.
Garnish each with a lemon slice.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Tuesday Tales - Take a BITE Out of This

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy May 21st! It's time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to a new installment in my YA series WIP, Finding Love and Bigfoot.   We Tuesday Tales Authors take on the word prompt "bite":

"The others would be displeased if they knew of his unnatural interest in this other animal, especially a human. Those who would hurt, torture, or kill them, in the name of some superior curiosity- most other species were their natural enemies. Therefore, the Sasquatch breed lived in small pods, disguising their nests and existence in uncanny ways derived from centuries of adaptations.  Living in the hidden caves of the ridge worked successfully for he and his small group for several decades.

Suddenly, another adult appeared, with a forceful grunt, she dropped a long strap of desiccated meat onto his chest. She left without another sound or inclination, cognizant of his dominance, although displaying her interest in him as a mate. Courting remained equal opportunity within the Bigfoot species, yet, neither male nor female forced themselves upon the other. He had not yet reciprocated her subtle advances. He took a large bite of the dried hog meat, chewing forcefully from his robust appetite.

Finishing the large meal, he made his way to an underground spring, spurting gently from the ground into a small pool of water. Using his hands as a cup, he slurped several rounds of water, washing down the dryness of his meal. Water dripped from his hairy chin, the feeling delighted him, so he splashed water across his full face, fully awakening him from his nap. He crawled toward the entrance underneath the boulder. Sliding it across the opening, he wriggled through a satisfactory opening, assessing the surroundings. Quickly, he pulled himself upward and out of the space. He slid the boulder back into place and began his daily outdoor walk.

He lifted his head, sniffing the air for signs of any other creatures in his midst. A pungent fresh skunk smell permeated his immediate space. The skunk accomplished its’ defensive mission to rid its’ territory, as no other animals lingered close by. Bigfoot leaned over to pluck some fresh wild onions, eating them in a single gulp. Carefully, he walked across beds of dead leaves, alleviating any long lasting footprint. Ever alert, he made his way to the top of the ridge, overlooking the interloper’s campgrounds. He wanted to see her again."

"Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on the word, "bite". 

Monday, May 20, 2013

Saturday Sippers are Monday Margaritas this week in The Locker

Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new, sometimes, skinny cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J  Except, we are making this Monday Margarita because I'm blog hop contesting for the weekend.

  • 2 Cups ice
  • 1 cup frozen blueberries
  • 1 cup blueberry nectar
  • ¼ cup seltzer
  • 2 T frozen limeade
  • 1 T lime juice
  • 3 ounces tequila
  • Coarse salt
  • Blueberries for garnish
Combine ice, blueberries, blueberry nectar, seltzer, limeade, lime juice, and tequila. Blend until smooth. Rub rim of two glasses with lime wedge and dip in salt. Divide margarita between the prepared glasses, garnish with blueberries and serve.
125 Calories

Friday, May 17, 2013

Secret Cravings Blog Hop Time! Cutie Contemporaries w/ Davee Jones and Friends

Win Your Choice of One of My Books and $10 gift certificate from SCP

For a complete list of participating authors please click here Contemporary Romance Blog Hop Every author is offering a different prize. Comment below WITH your email address and I'll choose a winner after the hop ends. Please remember to include the book you would like. You can choose from:
On Ellicott Street
Ruby's Dance
Lovedust and Trailblazers
Eve's First Noel
Finding Love Under a Rock (written under my YA pseudonym, Allee Mae)

Now, spend some time this weekend getting to know us.

If you didn't already know, my first book published was, ironically, not the first book I wrote. On Ellicott Street – a feisty, loving, cougar romance novella- holds the honor of being my first published book. I wrote it during the World Series matchup between the Texas Rangers and the San Francisco Giants. During the games, writing was the perfect avenue to release my nerves.  Finless, released second, was the result of years of blood, sweat, and tears. It’s a dark dance balancing between love, desire, and anger. What is your latest? My latest release is my YA debut entitled Finding Love Under a Rock, written under my pseudonym, Allee Mae. However, my most recent adult release is Lovedust and Trailblazers, an erotic, ranch themed novel.
Who do you write for? I have the privilege to write for Secret Cravings and Sweet Cravings Publishing. This professional small house has the most efficient, supportive administrative staff and creative team I’ve ever been associated with. Who is your ideal reader? My ideal reader allows me to take them to the edge of sanity, push limits, and support a sometimes simple protagonist just trying to get by in life. I have the same type characters in my explicit writing as well as my sweet or YA books-they just don’t use the “F” word or engage in overt sexuality. It doesn’t always take erotic descriptors of body parts/functions to get a point across. But, I will bring out the sexy when a mature story requires it. (wink)
Purchase links for sensual reads:
Review Quote "Davee Jones combines the idealistic charm of post-war America with two characters whose vision and dreams exceed the broad horizon"

Review Quote "The main characters in Finless are written wonderfully, each having a clear personality. There’s also some wonderful character development that keeps you turning the pages"

review quote "Ok, I have to say that this was a really cute very light book to read away an afternoon"

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Welcome Layna Pimentel and a GIVEAWAY!

Welcome to The Locker Layna Pimentel and her new release~ Hardened Desire

I let her take over the blog for a day, the cover alone was payment enough. :) Enjoy!!



Layna Pimentel

What is about these fascinating sculptures that holds my intrigue? While I’m sure I’ll never know that answer, the one thing I can say for certain, I don’t think I’ll ever stop collecting them any time soon. Whether it’s a garden ornament or an ornate carving in a picture, in my eyes, they’re beautiful no matter how grotesque they appear.
Even at the end of the Disney movie Beauty and the Beast, I was disappointed how they were magically transformed into cherubs. Cherubs on a castle! How outlandish is that? I’ve never seen anything more horrifying. Perhaps that’s just me being over dramatic, but I love the dark and mysterious.
Do you have a favorite garden ornament, knick knack, sculpture, or painting? I’d love to hear from you. For one lucky person today, I’ll be giving away a surprise paranormal romance book from Secret Cravings Publishing. (Not one of my own.) Be sure to follow the rafflecopter link below on how to enter, and please leave an email address with your comment. The winner will be drawn and announced on May 16th. Thanks!

What could Luc Mercier, a gargoyle who's more than a century old, possibly have in common with modern introvert, Gillian Harris? Loneliness and isolation.
When meddlesome friends bring the two together, neither is prepared for the flurry of emotions nor revelations that overwhelm them. That is, until Gillian stumbles across the truth and struggles with how she let her guard down.
Learning to love again has never been harder.
Luc picked up a newspaper from the stand and tossed a two-dollar coin to the elderly man working the counter. He ascended the cavernous stairs of Bloor and Dufferin subway station, irritated by the lights flickering intensely. I should have just taken my car.
But if he did, Luc would have missed an opportunity to observe society other than from the café he frequented lately. A society he didn’t belong in, technically speaking, and had no business being a part of. Long gone were the muddy, off-beaten roads of provincial France. Long gone was the time when an over-flowing bodice was considered scandalous.
Now people thrived on exposing as much skin as possible. The modern day sentiment of what was attractive and acceptable embarrassed him to the core, from the mode of dress to the inappropriate use of language. Didn’t anyone know how to speak without using an expletive every other word? Where had humanity gone wrong? It was ghastly enough that children didn’t respect their elders, much less their parents.
Nevertheless, as much as this modern world perplexed him, nothing could deter him from at least enjoying his freedom, regardless of the limitations restricting his activities to the darkness of the night.
He did, however, miss the ambiance of candle light and the soft cries while seducing a woman, tormenting her with his wicked tongue. Exploring deviant, but heavenly, practices of binding and mixing pleasure with pain. Sweet promises falling from his lips while exploring every inch of her delicate and exquisite flesh.
These days, the few women he was able to enjoy weren’t interested in highly sensual liaisons. No. Today’s women thrived on being in control of seduction, whether they were proficient or not. There certainly wasn’t anything wrong with the scenario, but it wasn’t his taste. He preferred his women soft, like Genevieve…his sweet, sweet Genevieve.
No matter how many decades passed, the only woman he’d ever confided in, and planned to wed, crept into his mind many a time. Genevieve was an old soul, who found him and fell in love. Then, much like a Greek tragedy, their story ended woefully. The trust and courage it had taken to confess to Genevieve of the monstrosity he had become left him restless and, for once in his miserable existence, vulnerable. If not for her kindness, encouragement, and love, who knew what he would be doing and where.
This last week, though, he thought to explore the possibility of trying again. A particular woman, who frequented the café where he spent his early evenings drinking a brandy and reading The Daily Sun, had caught his particular interest. Her laughter aroused his curiosity in the few and far between moments when he contemplated actually living life. Her voice, whether chuckling or whispering to her friend, always made his body react in an animalistic way.
While they had never met, she seemed like someone he’d be interested in getting to know, at the very least, for a little while. Luc doubted very much he’d find another woman like the love of his life and often thought it would be better that way. How could he even begin to explain why he only ever spent time with her at night, and why he’d always be gone before the first sign of daybreak?


I’m working on the third installment of my Pleasure Garden Follies series. The first book Scandal at Vauxhall will be releasing this July, so make sure to stop by my site for latest updates.

Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.
Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Tuesday Tales- Is a Picture Worth 300 Words?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy May 14th! It's time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to a new installment in my YA series WIP, Finding Love in a Black Lagoon.   We Tuesday Tales Authors present this picture prompt:

Is this a tranquil street? Did a murder happen here? What's really going on in this would be Twin Peaks?

"Owen leaned forward in his chair, his hands dangling in between his parted knees. “You don’t know what it’s like growing up in a small town. People can be awfully helpful, but, they can be just as judgmental. It was tough on me sometimes as a kid.”
“I grew up just a short hop, skip, and a jump away from you, Owen. I know what it’s like. I think most everyone in Oklahoma feels the same way at one time or another.”  Pearl rubbed his arm gently, using long comforting strokes. She spoke in a low voice brimming with empathy.
Owen Guthrie sighed, a rarity for this particular young man. He looked down at the letter he held between his right index finger and thumb. With his other three fingers staunchly straight, it appeared he held something hot, or quite repulsive. “Morgan knew everything that happened to me when we were just kids, before we even dated. I didn’t have to explain anything. She also knew about Caleb and the rest of our rascally bunch.”
Pearl Adair glanced toward the letter, focusing on the upside down looping scrawl. “Morgan is not the only girl who will care for you and accept you. Whatever is in there won’t change my opinion of you, I promise, Owen. You have my word.” She used her finger to cross her heart.
“Pearl, we are getting to know each other and having a great time in the process. I can’t rush this part. We don’t have to get all each other’s details right up front. We can reveal things bit by bit. It will make the things in my family’s past that much easier to swallow. I promise you.”
“Owen, I’m sure it isn’t like anyone in your family murdered anyone…” His look cut her short." 
 "Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on this picture prompt. 

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Saturday Sippers in The Locker

Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new, sometimes, skinny cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J
  • 1 BOTTLE dry red wine
  • 1 cup light orange juice
  • ¼ cup brandy or cognac
  • ¼ cup orange liquer
  • 1 pkg sugar substitute
  • 2 medium apples, sliced
  • 2 cups club soda
  • Crushed ice
  • Apple slices for garnish
Combine all ingredients in a large pitcher, except club soda, ice, and apple slices. Chill at least two hours. Add club soda just before serving. Serve over crushed ice, garnish each with an apple slice.
100 Calories

Thursday, May 9, 2013

The Silver Linings Playbook a Review of Both the Movie and Novel

Hello Fellow Fathomers! Today in The Locker I combine a book review with a movie review for The Silver Linings Playbook. As soon as the movie released last fall in the theater, I just had to go see it. (and I see few movies in the theater)

Matthew Quick’s excellent, heartfelt novel provided the start of a screenplay with substance. From the opening scene to the end, David O. Russell captured my imagination and I found myself cheering that he did not try to “fix” anyone- instead, he revealed to the audience how life actually is for many people living with various degrees of mental illness. For 122 minutes, we see a glimpse into the highs and lows that sometimes cycle for people several times within a given day.  
I identified with the mother, Dolores, played so brilliantly by Jacki Weaver- trying to hold her family together while standing firm to her own principles. Walking the tightrope by offering her crabbie snacks and homemades on game day and encouraging positive behavior by setting boundaries, she epitomizes a mother’s love for Pat working so hard to find his Silver Lining. With two young adult sons of my own, I understand the pain of seeing them suffer and also the anger when they make ridiculous or damaging choices.
I also identified with the father, Pat Sr, played intensely by Robert DeNiro. Unwilling to accept his own quirks as possible mental illness, he instead calls the oddities his good luck charms and ways to insure success, especially when it comes to his beloved Philadelphia Eagles football team. He realizes toward the end of the movie how his OCD personality may have shaped some of Pat Jr’s behavior, and that felt really good to see his “grown man” tears shed as a father trying to connect with his son in mutual understanding.
I will admit that before this movie, I really didn’t care much for Bradley Cooper. Although a stunning specimen of a man, his sharp blue eyes projected an arrogance to me further driven home by the characters he played. But, in this movie, it is clearly evident why he received the Oscar nomination for Best Actor (which he really should have won, in my own honest opinion).  The character of Pat, Jr. fast talking, rapid cycling, intensely determined and looking for that Silver Lining-that ending of happiness in the movie of his life he watched unfold on a daily basis was dazzling. It makes me wonder if Bradley may, in fact, have an element of Bi-Polar disorder in his personality. If not, he surely must have grown up around someone who did, because he nailed the part.
Jennifer Lawrence’s turn as Tiffany awed me. From her expressions to her verbal intensity, she captured a woman teetering on the brink of a depressive edge, yet wanting desperately to be accepted and loved. So desperate, she was willing to lie to the man she loved at first sight in an attempt to pull him close to her. In the scene where she casually spews sports scores and facts before casually popping off the top of a Budweiser, she secured both feminine determination and fitting in as one of the guys to prove her point and left the room speechless. Bravo.
Every actor involved in this film demonstrated charisma and delivered top notch performances, Chris Tucker, funny and fast-witted as Danny and Anupam Kher as Dr. Cliff Patel attempting to pull Pat into reality and encouraging him to develop a strategy- all while bonding as a fellow Eagles fan.
David O. Russell’s adaptation fit perfectly for the big screen at just the right length and development. I enjoyed his changes to the Stevie Wonder songs from both Songbird by Kenny G and Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler in the novel. The musical changes captured more of what the scene required, even if slightly old school tunes. The rest of the soundtrack is just as appropriate in establishing a background for what the characters are going through at any particular time.
Mr. Russell tweaked a deep, emotional novel into something suitable for film. The intricacies in the novel would not have adapted straight to a movie and hold the same interest—it would have been too long and confusing. In addition, the chemistry between the actors involved- especially Bradley and Jennifer- required more fleshing out for the viewing audience. The relationship between Pat Sr. and Pat Jr. needed more substance because, well, it’s Robert DeNiro, for Pete’s sake…he deserves more from a role and Mr. Russell provided it.
Which is why, in this rare instance, I believe the film and the novel marry perfectly. I saw the movie first, then read the novel and the pairing left me with a satisfied feeling.
Matthew Quick’s fast paced novel about a man suffering some type of mental illness or breakdown is different in several ways than the screenplay. Minor changes such as Pat’s surname change from Peoples to Solitano, song differences, and the supporting character roles provide little impact between the screen and novel. However, major changes abound, such as Pat losing 4 years of his memory in the novel rather than 8 months in the movie, the fact that Pat’s mental condition is never really defined in the novel, the way Tiffany works out the letters, and the gambling plot in the movie. There are several more; however, none detracted me from either medium to enjoy this story.
Written in first person, Mr. Quick wrote Pat’s verbiage in an almost frantic/determined tone, and I felt his rapid fire energy. Bradley Cooper handily captured Matthew’s intention of this man, Pat, valiantly fighting for his life back, but in a better form, a life with a Silver Lining.
So, Fellow Fathomers, if you’ve not enjoyed Silver Linings Playbook the movie or The Silver Linings Playbook, the novel, I encourage you to do both. The bittersweet tale left me with a fulfilling satisfaction that life doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Ahhh, The Sound of Laughter in the Spooky Woods - Tuesday Tales and Sasquatch

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday! It's time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week we have a delicious word prompt- "laughter".  Today we visit our lovebirds from Finding Love and Bigfoot, the second in the Critter Getter series.  

“Kalista shivered in the cool autumn air with Caleb’s sentence. She rubbed her arms and returned a question.  “What about us talking makes us so crazy?”

Caleb thought for a moment before answering quizzically. “It’s part of the fun, right?  The anxiety, anticipation…you know, like Thumper in Bambi. He called it twitterpated.”

“Twitterpated? Yes, I remember that scene now. I can identify with that.  But, you have your own business. You chase Bigfoots and mean fish underwater. Us talking should not be this complicated.”

They both burst into laughter. “It definitely should not be this complicated.” Caleb decided, before taking Kalista’s hand in his own. “Thank you for being my new friend.”

“I do look forward to getting to know you much better.”

Caleb resumed the activity of getting the perishable groceries stacked together. “But, you know, that does mean at least one thing.”

“And that one thing would be what?”

“You need to come camping with us as often as you can.”

“You’re a smooth talker, Mr. Caleb. Why should I come camping with you as often as I can?”

“Because I want to see you.” Caleb stated simply before gently ruffling her hair. “I promise to take you on a real date when this season’s over.”

“There is nothing wrong with how we hang out now. I don’t find it deficient at all.” Kalista lifted some items to help Caleb.

Deficient, I like that. Well, I mean I don’t like being deficient, but, I know that’s not what you meant.” Caleb struggled to maintain his cool composure and kept his deepest thought to himself; I hope you don’t get bored with me and my simple life.

Instead, Kalista merely laughed and reached forward to hug Caleb in a quick, awkward embrace before grabbing a handful of camping food to return to the cabin. She dashed off before he could say anything aloud.

Standing still in disbelief, only one word ran though his mind – wow."

My debut in Sweet Romance happens this week! I'm writing as Allee Mae, and you can read the first book in the Critter Getter series! I present Finding Love Under a Rock....
Kalista Bristow and Leandra Lehigh moved to Oklahoma not just to attend nursing school, but, to find some adventure. When Leandra reads about the sport of “noodling”, she is literally “hooked’, and reserves top-notch guides, Caleb Chandler and Owen Guthrie, to give them a true southern experience.
Wading through the murky river, Kalista finds herself drawn to the handsome Caleb and his red-dirt good looks. He manages a few shy glances in her direction, intrigued by her tenacity. Could this cute city girl bring him out of his awkward insecurity when it comes to dating? However, thoughts of blossoming love move to the wayside as the girls find more than they bargained for under the surface of that shadowy river. They must rely on Caleb and Owen to keep them safe, all the while beginning to believe the mysterious legends the guys have been telling them are probably all true.
Kalista’s stomach churned nervously as her eyes darted around. Sunlight danced off the ripples in the water that their movements created. Is that us making those waves, or something just below the surface? “Crap, should I watch where I step?”
“That’s sort of a problem. You can’t watch anywhere you move. So, you just better hope you make the right step.” Caleb said solemnly.
“How far out do we have to go? The water is getting colder the further out we get. Besides, how can we get to the bank to get out if we do get into trouble?” Panic teemed in Kalista’s voice. “I don’t like water I can’t see into.”
“Hey, roomie, calm down. Good grief, we haven’t even started yet.” Leandra finally sounded exasperated with Kalista’s irrational fear. “Would you just enjoy yourself and get over being a baby already? Not everything has to be a swimming pool with pristine water to be safe.”
“Girls, girls, focus. You are both right in your own way. This is more than a simple excursion—it’s time we start paying attention to our surroundings.”
“Okay, so, we need to be one with the fish?” Leandra asked seriously as she peered down toward the water.
Kalista rolled her eyes. “Sheesh Lea, as if you could see anything through this brown tinged river water.” She looked more closely, realizing how intent Leandra appeared. “You really are getting in tune with your aquatic side, aren’t you?”
“We paid for this expedition so you’re darn right I’m getting in touch with my inner Ictalurus punctatus.”
Owen furrowed his brow toward Leandra. “What the heck is an ictaluruhhh…icta…icta-walruses or whatever you just said?”
“Owen, let me apologize for Leandra, leave it to the bookworm to use the scientific name for a channel catfish.” Kalista replied with amusement in her tone.
“You knew what I meant when I said it. What’s that say about you?” Leandra shot back triumphantly.
Caleb interjected into the banter. “Girls, we are actually not looking for Ictalurus punctatus. We are searching for Pylodictis olivari, a flathead catfish.”

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Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on the word prompt "laughter". 

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Saturday Sippers in The Locker

Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new skinny cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J
Blah blah blah, yes, you heard most of this last Saturday, and the big day came and went, I’m still cool. The sequel to my pre-birthday Saturday Sipper happens now. Soooo, my birthday fell smack dab in between two Saturdays. How lame was my birthday on a Wednesday? – ONLY AS LAME AS I WOULD HAVE ALLOWED IT TO BE! -Does this mean I get to celebrate both weekends, as the timing is equitable? I say Yes! To properly recognize such a monumental event as a birthday, I present my ten honorable mention favorite drinks. Some of these are alcohol free because I can’t be blotto all the time. I drink water daily, trying for at least the recommended 64 ozs, but, I won’t include that on the list, because, it’s a gimme.  
10.  Chocolate banana shake from Braums
9.  Coors Light, I prefer a bottle to a can
8.  A good red wine blend from the Russian River Valley
7.  7-up
6.  Blueberry Red Bull, found it at 7-11
5.  Mojito
4.  Throwback Pepsi
3.  A nice crisp Moscato (don’t be a snob cause it’s sweet wine)
2.  The Pink Stink (not sure you can handle the recipe)
1.  When The Husband makes and brings me a cup of coffee

  • Ice
  • 6 ounces light rum
  • 12 mint sprigs, or spearmint, 8 roughly broken apart
  • 6 tablespoons fresh lime juice
  • 4 tablespoons sugar
  • Club soda
  • 4 slices lime
Place ice in beverage shaker then add in the rum, 8 broken up mint sprigs, lime juice and sugar. Shake well and serve over ice in a high ball glass. Top off each glass with a splash of club soda.
Garnish each with a slice of lime and a sprig of mint

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Take a Walk with author, Sarah Cass

Today in The Locker I welcome the beautiful and talented, Sarah Cass. If you’ve not read anything by Sarah, including her blog, I strongly encourage you to take a trip into her world. She weaves words wonderfully. And now, without further delay, Sarah takes over--

A Most Disturbing Place

Last November I was carrying on a conversation with my mother.  We were killing time while my son was having some tests run during his hospital stay, and talk drifted to my writing.

I was regaling my mom with what I thought were humorous stories of my contracted novels and characters. 

I talked about my first novel, Changing Tracks (Dominion Falls #1), and the torment my heroine, Jane goes through.  About her amnesia and the maniac hot on her tail. About the romance that’s woven through and the hilarious wit both the hero and heroine possess.

After that I slipped into talk about Masked Hearts. I waxed a little nostalgic over the details of the Bear River Massacre and the horrors suffered by the main character I had created as a survivor of the event. 

Then, I mentioned my latest idea (and now current WIP).  I told her about the world I envisioned, the dark urban fantasy setting of Morgana – with hints of steampunk and fractured fairy tales. I told her about Red, the heroine of this world and the role she plays in it.

After about fifteen minutes of listening to me, my mother had an odd look on her face.  Her brows pinched, her lips pursed and she just sat staring at me.

When she finally breached the silence it was to announce, “Your mind disturbs me sometimes, Sarah. It really does.”

~wipes a tear~ It was the best compliment she ever gave me.

My mind is a disturbing place to visit.  My tales, even my romance, almost all have a darkness to them (if not darkness and horror – there is still drama enough). 

One of my favorite things to hear from my readers is that they’ve been ripped up by my story and I need to write more because they have to know what happens. 

I use my stories as an outlet for the chaos in my real life.  I love to write fantastical stories of drama and pain that all end in a happy ending (well, except my horrors…those don’t get happy endings).  I like my characters flawed and real, they will make mistakes, and almost all of them will learn from them.

My mind needs to be a disturbing place – because it’s where the drama, the heart of the story, comes from.

What about you? Have you ever read a novel and worried over the sanity of the author?


Minnie Woodward lives a lie. After barely surviving the Bear River Massacre she’s lived in the white world of her guardian Mister Rawlins, her life debt keeping her tied there. The last thing she needs is Roy’s attempts to gain her favor. Her fate’s sealed. She’s never believed in hope, and not even Roy can make her start.

Roy Ornum saves Minnie every night in the traveling Wild West show. The job he took to break his gambling habit brought him a new addiction – her. He knows she doesn’t want to be rescued, but maybe he does. She’s the key to a past he lost, one he wants to find again.

As the two grow closer old wounds are reopened and their burgeoning trust is shattered. When lives hang in the balance of their choices they’ll need to work together. Otherwise everything will be lost before hope can be found.

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Minnie couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see anything but their linked fingers. A simple gesture, but one that could get them in so much trouble if seen not only by the crowd, but by Mister as well. Still, she couldn’t manage to pull away. All she wanted to do was stay right there. Or maybe even take it further.
She let her fingers move toward his and he did the same until their fingers laced together. Slowly she turned her head.
His light amber eyes twinkled, a smile lifting his cheeks until the corners of his eyes crinkled. “I thought so.”
The crushing pressure on her chest released, and the unfamiliar tension of a real smile pinched her cheeks. The rest of the world no longer mattered now that she could stare into the eyes of one of her own people. A giddy skip to her heart and she dared to lean closer to him, dared to let the smile remain when she should have tried to erase it. “I don’t know how it could be true. But yes, that’s what I called the boy. Called you. You’re him, you are White Tail.”
“And now my dearest charge, the young woman that’s like a daughter to me, will display her trust in my skills.” The unfamiliar words of Mister ripped at the fleeting sense of relief. His face held no hint of its usual patronizing smile when he approached. “Won’t you, Minnie?”
Minnie couldn’t manage to shove away the shock, she couldn’t even blink. Never had Mister used his sharpshooter skills with her as a target. That action was reserved for people he didn’t trust. She yanked her hand from Roy’s grasp, but she knew it was already too late. A fleeting, desperate idea to plead her innocence emerged, but she ignored it and pushed forward a smile as bright as she ever used for her white woman act. She gave the Mister a nod, even as John pulled her toward the post.
Carl came up moments later with an apple. “Foolish child,” he whispered. “Just close your eyes so you don’t see it, and don’t move. He’s using his long shot and one little move could get you hit instead of the apple.”
She refused to show him the fear threatening to rip her stomach right out of her body. Instead she grabbed the apple with a small nod. “I understand.”
John moved behind her and set his hands on her waist. He kicked at her ankles before pushing them apart. “Wider stance helps you stay more still. Head straight. This is his warning, he won’t hurt you yet. Trust that.”
The advice wasn’t necessary, but she appreciated the gesture. After a moment she managed to swallow down the thick lump in her throat. It would do no good to show them her fear. “I’m not an idiot. Go before they think I’m scared.”
Despite her harsh words, John squeezed her shoulder in reassurance. Then he and Carl were gone.
Mister stood far down the street, the farthest distance he could shoot straight from what she could tell.
Though she’d seen him take this shot many times, she’d never been on the receiving end.
Back straight, she lifted the apple to her head. In her mind she imagined the fantastical yelling of the Mister as he did before every shot. In reality she heard nothing but her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.
Slowly she dropped her hands to her sides, curling her skirt under her fingers. Despite her own internal promise she wouldn’t close her eyes, she did just that.
Through the rush of her heartbeat came the crack of the gun. Cool drops of apple and apple juices ran down her nose.


Sarah Cass’s world is regularly turned upside down by her three special-needs kids and loving mate, so she breaks genre barriers, dabbling in horror, straight fiction, and urban fantasy. An ADD tendency leaves her with a variety of interests that include singing, dancing, crafting, cooking, and being a photographer. She fights through the struggles of the day, knowing the battles are her crucible and though she may emerge scarred, she’s also stronger. Now officially multi-published, she’s still working on bringing new stories to fill out her year and your reading lists. While busy creating worlds and characters as real to her as her own family, she leads an active online life with her blog, Redefining Perfect, which gives a real and sometimes raw glimpses into her life and art.

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