I've always loved cowboys. Ever since I visited a grade school friend in Texas over spring break one year and rediscovered country music. I say rediscovered because growing up it was my parents' music genre of choice. Of course back then, I didn't want to have anything to do with it. In high school I was more into the 80s hair bands (Bon Jovi, Skid Row, etc.) It was my dream to date a guy with hair longer than mine.
Luckily that one trip to the Lone Star State right after college changed all that. The new wave of country music spurred on by Garth Brooks spoke to me. Became a part of me. So much, that I convinced another friend to join me for some line dancing lessons at a local country bar here at home.
The rest as they say, is history. There at the bar I met a plethora of friends, one of whom eventually became my wonderful hubby. Another introduced me to the local RWA chapter she belonged to, and my dream of writing a romance novel was one step closer to coming true. Read More
On my very first of some ten trips to Scotland researching both historical novels and contemporary tales in the land of my ancestors, I had an extraordinary experience that has haunted my thoughts for years.
I was working in those days as an on-air broadcaster for both KABC Radio & TV and got the dream assignment to cover the “International Gathering of the Scottish Clans”—a rather clever public relations ploy to urge those of Scottish descent from around the world to “come home” to the land of the Celts and the Gaels…and bring their country’s currencies with them!
On the day when a hundred pipers queued up to march into Meadowbank Stadium just outside Edinburgh on a cloudless afternoon, I stood holding a microphone among some ten thousand of the “Scottish Diaspora” that hailed not only from the US, but Canada, Australia, New Zealand and places all over the world. Next to me was the, then, Mayor of New York, John Lindsay attired in his full Scottish regalia: a Lindsay tartan kilt, Prince Charlie Coatee, knee socks, brogues, and proudly displaying the “men’s purse” known as the sporran, strapped around his waist. Read More
I'm not a big professional sports fan. I'm the first to admit it. I watch the last 2 minutes of the final game of the Final 4, the last game of the World Series, the Super Bowl (if there's good food being served), the final game of the Stanley Cup. This isn't an in-depth post on sports stats, who's been traded or why the Super Bowl is being hosted in colder climes. This blog post is about professional sports players from the not-so-sporty perspective. It's geared to lots of women--and some men--who aren't into 'all that.' Read More
You Know You’re An Author When…
You know you’re an author when you’re in dire circumstances and all you can think about is, “I must remember everything so I can use it in a book.” Have you ever felt this way? Less than a year ago I went in the hospital for a mylogram. The test was supposed to take four hours. I ended up staying four days. During the mylogram I had a stroke caused by the contrast dye. This strange numbing sensation engulfed the left side of my body just like someone had cut me in half. Strange, because it didn’t hurt. And the crazy part was all the while I was scared, yet in the back of my mind I was mentally filing it away to use later in a book. When it was over they told me I had a stroke in the Thalamus part of my brain. I had nerve damage on my left foot and leg and partial blindness in my right eye. That was a turning point for me. Right then and there I decided I wasn’t going to die with my books under the bed. I’ve worked hard with speech, neuro, and physical therapy. I’m pleased to say that most people can’t tell what happened to me. I’m blessed to have survived the stroke as well as I have and I’m grateful. I’ve been writing for years and have several books completed and have won numerous awards and gotten contracts with the majors only to fall through. I learned just how short life can be and decided it was time to follow my dreams. So today I want to share with you an excerpt from Book One from my Sweet Home Colorado Series, No Direction Home. Read More
New Year, New Beginnings!
Amber Lea Easton
Have you ever wanted to hit the reset button and get a do-over on life? As far as I'm concerned, we can do this at any time of the year, but it's universally acceptable to reflect and "reset" on New Years' Eve.
Although I like to reevaluate, I don't necessarily make resolutions anymore. I find they're too easy to reject come January 31. I've started making broad assessments instead, sort of like a pro and con list about what worked during the past year and what I'd like to improve on for the next.
I'd like more free time next year because this past year was spent in overdrive 24/7. All work and no play definitely makes Amber boring...and grumpy. So as I go into 2014 I'm looking at how I can achieve more balance in life rather than making a resolution like "join a club" or "learn tennis" or anything specific. Perhaps I'm too rebellious for resolutions, I don't know. I've learned that setting a broader goal helps me stick to it. Read More
SPECIAL SNEAK PEEK - Coming February 2014:
A Debt Paid In Passion
A beautiful thief…?
Raoul Zesiger has everything a man could want—including Sirena Abbott, the perfect PA who keeps his life in order. Or so it seems, until their professional relationship gives way to one hot, impassioned night…and then he has her arrested for embezzlement!
She may have escaped a prison sentence, but Sirena knows she'll be shackled to Zesiger by more than just the past. With Raoul determined to recover the debt she owes him, Sirena is torn between guilt and an impossible attraction. But what will happen when Raoul uncovers the truth behind her theft?
Look at me, Raoul Zesiger willed Sirena Abbott.
He had to lean back in his chair to see her past the three men between them. He should have been looking at the judge, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Sirena. Read More
Christmas on pause
Most of December seems to fly by on fast forward. November is fine. Shops put out their decorations but I refuse to even think about Christmas. It’s far too early. But then December swoops in and suddenly everything is a mad rush. Where to start? With me it’s usually presents. Buying is easy if you do your shopping on-line, though you have to be careful not to miss those shipping dates. But thinking about what to buy – that’s the tricky part. I try to be clever and pick up things throughout the year. Being a sucker for a bargain I can often be found rummaging through the sale bins, plucking out huge reductions and squirreling them away in a big trunk so when Christmas comes, hey presto. Job done. Of course if doesn’t happen like that. Nieces I’ve bought for then announce actually they’d like something else. Worse, I forget what I’ve got in the trunk, panic, and buy more presents. I have supposed bargains that have been in that trunk for a very long time… Read More
It’s a pleasure to be here on RomCon® today sharing a little about my holiday romance The Christmas Cowboy, the first book in the new Rodeo Romance series.
Tate Morgan is a good-looking, dimple-cheeked saddle bronc rider chasing his dream of earning a World Champion title.
Frequenting the small airport near his ranch in southeast Washington on his way to rodeos, he keeps seeing the same beautiful brunette. He finally works up the courage to sit down next to her one morning and strikes up a conversation as they wait for a flight to Denver. Read More
Are You Game?
7 Minutes In heaven
By Rhian Cahill
It’s all fun and games until their hearts are on the line.
Are You Game? Book 1
Cassandra Moreland’s hard work to build her party-planning business is starting to pay off. There’s only one thorn in her side—a six-foot-five wall of testosterone throwing his weight around while she supervises her friend Lil’s first party. Butting heads doesn’t work. Ignoring him really doesn’t work. Not when he makes her pulse race and her palms sweat. But no way will she give in to his demand to shut the rowdy party down.
Lucas Wilhelm, head of McDermott Security, can’t believe the pint-sized brunette has the balls to go toe-to-toe with him. Strangely enough, that sassy mouth of hers isn’t ticking him off. It’s tightening his groin and stirring something much hotter than anger. Read More
My grandmother used to say, “It’s just as easy to love a rich man as a poor man.” Her advice was all about preservation, of course; a practical consideration for a woman of her era. My grandma raised her family during The Great Depression, and even thought fortunes of the rich were lost in droves in 1929, their family did okay. There was family money and a sound business and no one went hungry or went without shoes.
All through history money has made a man desirable. Made him sought after. Made him sexy.
I suppose this is still true, but I like to think we fall in love with billionaire heroes because of the qualities that don’t cost anything.
But buckets of cash certainly get them noticed and from the Harlequin category romances filled with tycoons and sheiks, to the surge in the billionaire sub-genre, being rich isn’t a bad thing in a romance. Read More
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