Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Welcome, Christi Barth


Making Waves at Sea – a character interview from Cruising Toward Love!
Welcome to my blog, Callie’s Cogitations.  I founded the largest search engine in the world, WhoWhatWhy.  Running it kept me waaaaay too busy to even daydream about a trip.  But now that I took the company public, made a gajillion dollars and retired at the ridiculous age of twenty eight, I’m off to see the world.  My friends back at my old company want to keep up with my super-exciting first vacation in a decade.  Personally, I think none of them believe I’ve left the country and want proof.  Plus, none of them ever take vacations. In order to live vicariously through me, they convinced me to write a travel blog.
To bring you up to speed, I’m on board the luxury cruise ship Amphitrite, somewhere in the middle of the Caribbean.  I promise I’ll upload photos soon – my pal Reed is the ship’s photographer.  His shots will wow you almost as much as his bulging biceps wow me!  He claims ship rules prohibit him from fraternizing with guests.  Hmm.  The brochure I got said, and I quote, this ship will cater to your every need. And my need is for a tall, slightly nerdy hunk.  When I tried to kiss him last night, he freaked out.  But stay tuned – I intend to find out what’s underneath that uniform of his.
Right now I’m in the solarium.  I thought it would be a soothing place to meet my new bestie, Zoe.  She’s nursing a wicked hangover, and doesn’t look pleased with my choice of locale.  The pale green glass of the ceiling filters the sun’s direct glare, but it still glints powerfully off the swimming pool.  I told her to stare at the wall of bright purple bougainvillea instead.  She brought this misery upon herself.  Sure, Zoe was shocked to discover she’s stuck sharing a cabin with the guy who broke her heart ten years ago.  Is that any reason to guzzle good French champagne like it’s tap water?  I don’t know why she’s so upset.  Apparently the combination of moonlight and a romantic deck stroll got to her, and she planted one on Nate, and then it became mutually hot, amazing smooches.  Huh.  From loathing to lip lock in one day. Might be a world record.
Anyway, Zoe’s got her panties in a twist about what to say to Nate. Should she wait for him to bring up the smoochfest? Or pretend she was so drunk she can’t remember what happened?  All excellent questions, so we need more input. Additional data always clarifies the correct option. Sorry, the computer geek in me typed that last sentence. 
Whoops!  Zoe just snagged my iPad and now is all in a lather that I’m taking notes on her, and I quote, ‘wreck of a life’.  But since we haven’t hit any ports yet, this drama between she and Nate is one of the most exciting parts of the trip.  Let me know what you think in the comments section.  Should she ignore ten years of bitterness and hurt to keep up the lip lock with Nate?  Or find a way to leave him stranded on a tiny island?

Can an unexplained breakup and ten years of heartache be cured by the romance – and endless buffets – of a tropical cruise?  When her sister is left at the altar, small town librarian Zoe Balis jumps at the chance to take the bride’s unused ticket for the honeymoon cruise.  But she didn't count on sharing a cabin with the man who broke her heart ten years ago!
 Army medic Nate Hyatt never told Zoe goodbye when he enlisted - or the real reason why he dumped her on prom night after a year as high school sweethearts.  And he never stopped dreaming about the girl he left behind.  Could this voyage be his chance to fix the worst mistake he ever made?  After all, a Caribbean cruise should be romantic… if he can convince her to move past ten years of bitterness and hurt.  
 Once aboard the luxury liner, Zoe befriends a bored Internet mogul with more heart than tact.  Nate vents his problems to a ship’s photographer battling PTSD.  The four team up on an island hopping treasure hunt.  The stakes grow higher with each of Zoe’s mysterious brushes with death.  They race to discover why she's a target and who's behind it, while still competing in the treasure hunt. Zoe’s never gotten over her first love, and is tempted to let Nate back into her life.  But she already lost him once.  She’s not willing to risk loving a man whose career keeps him in a combat zone.  Can Nate breach her defenses and suture her broken heart?  Grab a deck chair and see if they survive the stormy relationship seas as they cruise toward love!
For more information on all of Christi’s books, please visit www.christibarth.com or swing by her blog at http://christibarth.blogspot.com .


Monday, December 5, 2011

Welcome, Kristin Battestella



Fate and Fangs: Tales from The Vampire Family



Feel Love, experience Punishment, know Struggle, indulge the Debauchery, crave Lust, learn Humanity, faceResurrection, and choose: Fate or Fangs?

It's been a whirlwind literary year for me as you can imagine thanks to my new 7 book series with Muse It Up!  The themes, thoughts, and emotions of the collection run the gauntlet of desire, pain, excess, and immortality. I've been swept up by it all all over again thanks to the editing process with Muse Owner Lea Schizas and our sweet, sweet cover art designs by Suzannah Safi, in addition to all the virtual and real world promoting and appearances.  I've had a great time visiting with my fellow Muse Authors, meeting paranormal fans, and discussing with horror readers- and we've had some really wild chat room sessions along the way, too!!




The Best part? Its not over yet!  I find it both ironic and fitting that our next Fate and Fangs tale, Book 5, Lust: James at the Sundowner, is Now Available (!) for December.  I mean, really, lusting and kinky speakeasy vampires for Christmas? Not what most of us think of for the holiday season!  However, there's also a certain loneliness and melancholy to Lust, and I find the timely of Tale 5 for the holidays quite fitting in many ways.  So many people are unhappy during the festivities, Blue Christmas, winter blues.  Whatever you want to call it, for many this time is the most depressing of the year.  Now then, imagine that kind of brooding for all eternity! 

The Sundowner offers steamy Welshire vampires Jessica, Pamela, and Slava for underground vampire sex and biting fetishes in this mid-century tale from Professor James. Victoria’s twin brother James, however, is content with his gig as piano player at the club owned by their brother Stephen.  James’ own love Catrina is the alluring singer at The Sundowner, but can he keep his longtime vampire companion away from the tempting, exciting young clientele?  


Thus far in Fate and Fangs, we've had the romance, horror, extremes, and pouty, yes- but it has mostly involved the lady fangful. In Lust, we spend some time now with the unhappy male vampire perspective.  Can the unwilling vampire of the family stick to the status quo and lose himself or his lady love? How does one hang on after centuries of blood and mayhem when one's heart isn't really in it? I confess, I've always had a soft spot for James, dating back to my original novel in the franchise- The Vampire Family, now on kindle with Eternal Press- and I think he might capture a few more hearts with his soulful tunes!

" Unfortunately, after five centuries or so, the comfortable vampire enchantment can, in fact, wane. Sometimes I think Catrina is longing for something more-just like her fooled admirers.  I enjoy my music.  I have to occupy myself with some post-war Goodman ‘Moonglow’ and Miller ‘Serenade in Blue’ in order to control my Welshire urges.  These dark gifts cannot and shall not rule me.  I will not succumb to animal anarchy the way Stephen does. For myself, I am content in my respectable role here until the next war comes calling. Can I admit to myself that I know Catrina is not content?  How could she be?  My voluptuous love has the predatory power of the wolf and all her fun feline charm.  I enjoy watching her exude the dark magic allure as I play the music for her.  Her exotic and spooky look brings the silver screen to life-curly black hair and white skin stamped with a perfectly deadly pout of red lips.  I love her, I always have.  I could not bring the vampiric gifts to anyone I did not love.  I expected to spend the rest of my unnatural life with her. Although I don’t doubt Catrina loves me and will always have a space for me in her black heart still; deep down I know she intends to leave me for new vampire lusts. ...."


As always, you can find us online just about anywhere, and we're still going strong with Fate and Fangs into 2012!  Thank you again so much Roseanne for having us stop by for a little holiday horror!

Monday, November 28, 2011

The Smells of Christmas

We have many traditions in our family at Christmas. When I was a little girl, baking started the day after Thanksgiving. My mom baked dozens and dozens of different kind of cookies, Spritz, sugar cookies, frosted cookies, cookies with sprinkles, not to mention bakery - poppy seed and nut rolls and other delicious yeast doughs.
Oh yeah, the house smelled delicious. Back then, people visited more often during the holidays. Not a weekend went by without company, usually Friday, Saturday & Sunday. The week between Christmas and New Years was the same. Every night, we either went visiting or we had guests. Hence the need for bakery. Back then many of us didn't have a television and even when we did, it wasn't the center of our lives.
I still do a lot of baking, but not near as much as my mom.
For us, the day after Thanksgiving was spent putting up the Christmas tree - something my mom did on Dec. 6th - the feast of St. Nicholas. Of course back then we had real trees. Once we went the way of the modern world with artificial, we could put them up much earlier and we did. (Including my mom)
We also had a traditional Christmas Eve dinner, which I still make - but not on Christmas Eve any more. Mos of my children visit with their in-laws on Christmas Eve, so we decide last year to do it a week earlier. That way everyone gets to enjoy it.
This meal takes some advance preparation - for one thing, we make homemade peroghi - that's an all day job and involves me and my three daughters. We make potato peroghi and sauerkraut peroghi. Since we're getting together Sunday to make these, I browned the sauerkraut with butter and onion today. The very aroma makes my mouth water. As if that wasn't enough, I also boiled the mushrooms we use for our soup.  Although this isn't necessary to do so far ahead of time, it's something we do when we find the mushrooms on sale. Strange combination of smells you think.
Let me tell you a little about our meal. We start it off with Oplatkay - paper thin wafer similar to Communion wafer with honey on top. This is a breaking bread type tradition. Next we serve mushroom soup. Mushrooms and potatoes mixed with a little bit of vinegar and browned butter and flower to thicken it slightly (I think it's more for flavor than thickening because nothing about the soup is thick). It's a sour soup and we serve either Mogan David or  Manischewitz Concord grape wine, which is very sweet and a great compliment.  The next course is babalki - little balls of bread that are steamed, drained, mixed with butter and either sauerkraut (browned in butter) or ground poppy seed with sugar and honey and of course the peroghi.  Needless to say with all those carbs, it's a filling meal. But the smells that emanate from the kitchen are heavenly. My mouth is watering as I write this. I can hardly wait until the 17th to partake of this delicious meal. Thankfully, my sons and daughters in law love this meal also, as do my grandchildren.
Ah yes, the smells of Christmas make my mouth water.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Welcome, Shirley Martin


Born in western Pennsylvania, Shirley Martin graduated from the University of Pittsburgh. She taught school for one year, then obtained a position as flight attendant with Eastern Air Lines. Based in Miami, she met her future husband there. After raising three sons, she devoted her time to writing, something she'd always wanted to do.
With a vivid imagination and a love of storytelling, Shirley has always enjoyed writing. Her first published novel, "Destined to Love" reflects her familiarity with western Pennsylvania and her love of romance writing. From this historical romance, she blossomed out to other romance genres. "One More Tomorrow" is a vampire romance, one her publisher dubbed "a sizzling seller."  With several fantasy novels and novellas, her writing should appeal to just about every lover of romance. Her books have been sold at Amazon and most major bookstores and have garnered great reviews.
A widow, Shirley lives in Birmingham, Alabama, with her two cats.



When a good witch grants Morgana her dearest desire, the young maiden gets more than she bargained for. And a handsome prince gets the surprise of his life.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving & Happy Anniversary


My husband and I are celebrating our 49th Wedding Anniversary today. I’m still trying to figure out where the years went. Seems like only yesterday, we began our life together. I guess what that song says, “Don’t Blink A Hundred Years Goes Quicker Than You Think” is true. We have much to be thankful for.  


We are especially thankful for all the blessings God has bestowed on us over these years. Yes, there’s been some rough times, but love and support of our family has made it all worthwhile. 


When we look back and reflect on all we’ve been through and all the blessings we’ve received - six wonderful children who have added three more sons and two more daughters to our family.  Together, they have blessed us with fourteen precious grandchildren. 


Now the family is extended further with the blessings of the grandchildren’s spouses and so far one great grandchild – we can’t thank or praise God enough. 


We're going to spend the day with our children and grandchildren  We'll miss my granddaughter, Sarah and her husband, John, and our grandson, Nick,  but they'll be with us in spirit, and we look forward to the day they all come home. John is serving our country in the Navy, and Nick as a Marine. 


To us the holidays and life is about family and the love we share. God has certainly given it to us in abundance. I can’t imagine what it would be like without our children and grandchildren. Each and everyone are special in their own unique way. We cherish all of them. We are so Thankful.

 Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone. 

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Welcome, Nancy Badger




Nancy Lee Badger: Roseanne asked me here, today, to interview one of the characters found in my latest romantic fantasy, DRAGON IN THE MIST. With me is Rory Hawthorn. Welcome, Professor Hawthorn.

Rory: Please. Call me Rory. I get enough of ‘Professor’ at the university. I prefer walking around various countries, alone.

Nancy: Alone? Sounds…lonely.

Rory: It is, but I do better with my…research when alone. Walking along Loch Ness is very interesting, and with the legend of the Loch Ness Monster, I sure don’t feel alone.

Nancy: You’re a believer in Celtic legends? Some say the Loch Ness Monster is a wingless dragon. However, I heard you are visiting Scotland to research their history of earthquakes. Scotland has dragons AND earthquakes?

Rory: Sure they have earthquakes, but I am still on-the-fence about dragons. I’m a scientist, remember. I want proof. Researching earthquakes, though, is a clever ruse. (he winks) It’s not actually why I’m here. I told my family and friends that, so I could research something a bit more exciting. A curse.

Nancy: Wow! Tell me more! I can keep a secret (crossing my fingers)

Rory: My family was cursed long ago by a strange woman. Since then, no MacDonald has kept the love of a woman. We can fall in love, but she eventually leaves. Like my Mom left us. Something tells me I am close to breaking the curse.

Nancy: Have you ever been in love?

Rory: No.

Nancy: You are very quick to admit that. Hmmm. Have you met anyone interesting since arriving in Scotland?

Rory: I did meet an interesting woman.

Nancy: Are you blushing? What’s her name?

Rory: Nessía. She works at the pub near Urquhart Castle. Her hair is the color of a glass of Scotland’s finest whisky. Her eyes are ice blue, and she has the cutest smile…when I can get her to smile.

Nancy: Sounds like love.

Rory: Nothing’s impossible, but I have to break the curse, first, while keeping those other women away.

Nancy: Suzie and Kendra? Yes, I heard they are clingy. I hear they are staying at the same inn as you. Didn’t they follow you when you toured Castle Urquhart? I bet Nessía wasn’t too thrilled watching them fawn all over you.

Rory: She saw that? I’m in the doghouse now. I better think of something nice to do for her…or to her…and head over to the pub. Maybe I can make her smile with my kisses.

Nancy: (sighs) Good luck!

BOOK BLURB

Life without love is not worth living.

Nessía of the Loch has lived beneath the murky water of Loch Ness since ancient times. The pain of loneliness manifests in anger so strong, the entire valley shakes with earthquakes. In 1816, a Faerie queen pleads for her to cease the tremors and rewards Nessía with a human form. To stay human, she must find love. When the man she believes she loves casts her aside, Nessía responds to the betrayal by cursing the men of the MacDonald clan with the inability to keep a woman’s love. Only an act of true selflessness will break the curse.

After centuries pass, Nessía again searches for love. When Rory Hawthorn, an American scientist, arrives under the pretext of researching the earthquakes but in reality to research his MacDonald heritage and the curse, she believes she has found the perfect mate.

Amid stolen kisses, another earthquake, a steamy night of passion, and a broken heart, Nessía returns to the murky depths of the loch. When Rory dives in to follow her, he meets the green, scaly Loch Ness Monster. Assuming Nessía is in danger, he is intent on killing the monster and saving the woman he loves.

EXCERPT

The day wore on and Nessía carried a basket of fresh-baked bread to the inn. The same inn where she had spent several blissful hours in the arms of a man. A man she was falling in love with.
The truth startled her, and a linen-wrapped loaf fell from the basket. Nessía crouched outside the flower-covered fence that surrounded the inn. She froze when she heard familiar voices. One voice belonged to Rory Hawthorn.
“Ladies, I must stop in my room.”
“We’ll come with you,” the redhead cooed, like a lovesick cow. “Tell us more about your search for your MacDonald ancestors.”
The MacDonalds? Rory is related to that bastard Monty? And why would Rory be in the company of those women? As Americans, she supposed they held a certain homesick charm, but he had told Nessía he would not stop into the pub for lunch. He had work to do. In fact, he claimed he planned to work along the northern shore of Loch Ness all day.
What I am hearing does not sound like work. Far from it.
Nessía peeked over the fence, but all three had disappeared inside the inn. Standing, she brushed dirt from her dress’s hem, then scurried to the inn’s backdoor. With her delivery complete, she swung the basket in a wide arc, desperately in want of smashing it over a certain gentleman’s head.
A MacDonald? Damnation!
Her heart ripped apart as she stamped her feet. Her dragon strength surged and the earth beneath her feet shook. Birds took to the skies and screeched, as they flew away across the loch. Stacked timber near the dock gave way beneath the tremors, and fell into the water. A boat in dry-dock slipped off its scaffolds and crashed on its side. Screams echoed from the inn and the two American females ran into the street.
“Earthquake!”
Nessía closed her eyes and took several deep, cleansing breaths. Collecting herself, she urged the trembling to stop. When it did, she strode toward the pub.
“Nessía!”
Rory.
She forced her feet to keep moving away from the inn, but two strong arms circled her shoulders. Rory turned her until she faced him. She refused to glance up. He cupped her chin, forced her head up, and she gazed into eyes filled with concern. And…love?
Silly dragon. Ye are a powerful, earthquake- causing creature. Forget him. Nessía found it hard to believe her own thoughts, especially when his mouth crushed hers in a brutal, yet passionate kiss.

About the Author

Nancy loves chocolate-chip shortbread, wool plaids wrapped around the trim waist of a Scottish Highlander, the clang of dirks and broadswords, and the sound of bagpipes in the air. Nancy lives the dream. After growing up in Huntington, New York, and raising two handsome sons in New Hampshire, Nancy moved to North Carolina where she writes full-time. She and her family continue to volunteer at the New Hampshire Highland Games each fall. Nancy is a member of RWA, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Sisters In Crime, FF&P Romance Writers, and the Celtic Heart Romance Writers. She also writes romantic suspense as Nancy Lennea.

Check out her website www.nancyleebadger.com
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Title: DRAGON IN THE MIST
Author: Nancy Lee Badger
Genre: Romantic Fantasy
Length: 17,000 words
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

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