Saturday, December 31, 2011


In seven hours, the clock will strike twleve in my town and the new year will begin. Out with the old and in the with new.

People set New Years resolutions. I have never been one to do such a thing. Why? Because I don't want to say I am going to do something and not make it happen. People always set the same goals.... lose weight, stop smoking, etc. Well, I don't smoke and I could lose some weight but that is a continuous thing isn't it?

So, I am going to spend next year continuing to do the right things, live life to the fullest, love to the best of my ability, and write my pants off!

If I have one thing that I wish for myself in the New Year, it is to get a contract and have my books published. Here's to hoping it happens. **cyber toast**

But if it doesn't, I will still continue to write and submit my work. Only way to get noticed is to put my novels out there.

My wish for you? To have a safe holiday. To encounter the New Year with good health, lots of love, and work to keep your hands busy, whatever it may be. I hope that your future is bright and you get all that you deserve.

Hugs and Kisses!
Sarah Hoss

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Totally HOT Thursdays

Okay, I will admit that I haven't been writing much on my blog lately. But I just can't seem to leave you hanging and not offer you Totally HOT Thursdays. Besides, I like searching for the pictures. LOL!

Today's hottie is none other than:

Chad is a new face in the modeling world and I think that after you see his pictures, you will agree with me that he will be around for a long time.

BORN: In 1985 in Portland Oregon
HEIGHT: 6'2"
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Brown
COLLEGE- Played baseball in college and was drafted by the Majors, but that dream ended with an injury to his hand. He then joined the modeling world.

Photographed by Mateo Felici

Photographed by Gregory Vaughn

Sunday, December 25, 2011


I want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas! May love find you, may good health stay with you, and may PEACE for ever follow you.

ALSO- Don't forget to stop by Mare's Place and visit with me for a chance to win prizes. All you have to do is leave a comment to be eligible.  It's Mare's ROMANCE COUNTDOWN TO 2012 and it happens all month long.
From Heart of Romance,

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Totally HOT Thursday

I hope today finds you waking up to a wonderful morning. It's the Winter Solstice and winter has officially begun. Many more days of cold before us. Today is also the shortest day of the year.

Let me present you a man that will keep you warm and make those long cold nights MORE enjoyable!

May I present to you, Mr. JAMES GUARDINO!

I wonder what he is thinking behind those shades?

Age- 25
Height- 6'2'
Hair- Brown
Eyes- Hazel
Shoe- 11.5
Waist- 32
Inseam- 34
Chest- 42
Umm.... I think it's time to lie down.  ; )
Born in New York and he is the youngest of three boys. He has the word 'mother' written on his arm in tribute to his mother who passed away when he was young.

 James began modeling when he walked into  the Major Model Management and they signed him on the spot. You can find James in Joss Stone's SPOILED video.

He maintains his appearance my regular diets, exercise, and maintaining a positive attitude. On special occasions he likes to indulge in Taco Bell, brownies, and vanilla ice cream.

You can find James at!/pages/James-Guardino/155005647866725?sk=info.

Who doesn't love a man in a suit and the 5 o'clock shadow is sexy!!!

That bedroom look he gives would make any woman's heart flutter.

I hope you enjoyed today as much as I did. James is a beautiful man and I loved looking through all of his pictures. It was very hard choosing which ones I would use.

I hope you all have a wonderful day and I would like to wish you a MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

Friday, December 16, 2011

Christmas gift ideas- part 2

A couple of days ago I presented you with the idea of giving books as Christmas gifts. If you will indulge me, I would like to present you with two more authors. I hope that you will look them up and read the blurbs, maybe even purchase their books. If you love to read like I do, then I think you will enjoy the works by these to ladies.

From Heart of Romance, I would like to wish you a very MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

                           KIM KILLION

“Kimberly Killion does it again!
My Cursed Highlander is wildly sexy and adventurous as a Highland lord hauls a recalcitrant Italian sculptress home to Scotland to remove a devastating curse on his clan.”
New York Times Bestselling Author

A Scottish cave diver, desperate to save her clan from the cruelty of King James, joins forces with the man who abandoned her. They travel to the Caribbean in search of gold, but the fruits of an exotic paradise and the sinful kiss of a traitorous rogue tempt her away from her goal...
Buy NOW!

You can visit Kim Killion at


also writing as NANCY LENNAE

You may also find Nancy Badger at her blog,

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Totally HOT Thursdays

Today's Totally HOT Thursday comes to you in two parts. I am doing my usual handsome man but I am also going to add a woman to today's post. I hope you won't be disappointed in my choice this week, I know I wasn't!!!!

Please, sit back and enjoy and thanks for indulging me in the add on. Here's to you Derek!!!

So, to show that chivalry and manners aren't dead, we will let the lady go first. So, let me introduce you to.


BORN- Copenhagen Denmark
BIRTHDAY- Dec. 25, 1968
Father is Danish and Mother is Peruvian.
HEIGHT- 5'10"
HAIR- Brown
EYES- Blue/Green

Helena won the Miss Denmark title in 1986 and represented Denmark in the Miss Universe pageant in 1986. From there she went into modeling. As a child she wanted to be a musician.

In 1991, she starred in Chris Isaac's music video for Wicked Game.


Now, let me introduce you to:


BORN- May 17, 1974 in Chicago, IL
HOMETOWN- San Antonio
PARENTS- Immigrated to the US from India. Are in the medical field.
SIBLINGS- One sister- she is a doctor
MARRIED- Sorry ladies- he is married to actress Olga Sosnovska
KIDS- he has a daughter and a son

Sendhil went to Tufts Univ. to study pre-med. When he took an Intro to Acting class, he left and never looked back.

You will remember him on the hit shows HEROES and COVERT AFFAIRS.



Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Christmas gift ideas- PART 1

Do you know how many days are left until Christmas? 11. That's it. Just 11. Is your shopping done? Have you even started?

I am about half way done. I have bought all of the electronics I am going to buy and now it is time for the other things like clothes, toys, and BOOKS.  One of the best gifts we can give, I think anyways, are books. My son loved it when I got him the complete set of "Gus and Grandpa" books.  I love books. I love to read an dI can take a book with me anywhere and read. In a car, while I am cooking. Often my husband just shakes his head at me. LOL! I love to recieve and give books as gifts for Christmas and birthdays.

I wanted to leave you with some links to make shopping easy for you this year. And if you don't mind, some suggestions of authors too! I hope you will find a good book to read as you snuggled down under a warm blanket as the snow falls outside your window.


From Heart of Romance, I would like to wish you a very Merry Christmas!

                                              VERONICA WOLFF


Blood Fever will be available August 2012.


For a complete list of Veronica's book, please go to her web site at







To learn more about Renee and her books, please visit her at



THE SINNER-—20&linkCode=as2&camp=217145&creative=399373&creativeASIN=0446583103





For more information on Margaret and her books, please go to

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Totally HOT Thursdays

As most of you know, I am a HUGE fan of the soap opera, Days Of Our Lives! When this man resurrected his role as Austin Reed, I knew I wanted to post him and share him with you!

Here he is!

A little bit about Pat!

HAIR- Black
EYES- Blue
BORN- September 27, 1968 in San Pedro, CA.
PARENTS-  Born to a Coatian Mother, Deanna, and an Irish father, William who is a personal injury lawyer.

You will recognise Patrick in these T.V. shows and movies: (just to name a few)
Days of Our Lives- Austin Reed
Melrose Place- Richard Hart
Saved by the Bell- Jeffery Hunter
Starship Troopers- Zander Barcalow
Look at those eyes!
Love the "come here" look!
Wanna go for a swim?

Monday, December 5, 2011

The Fall of Rain

I would like to introduce you to my good friend, Author, RENEE VINCENT and the debut of her third book in the Emerald Isel Trilogy:

                                                    The Fall of Rain


Leif Dæganssen, an archeologist from Norway, is determined to trace back his Scandinavian roots as far as the Dark Ages and find proof of their existence on the Emerald Isle. After several years of living off the west coast of Ireland, he finally uncovers an ancient artifact—an intricately decorated chest with pagan carvings—buried beneath the very porch of his coastal cottage. Knowing it only confirms the presence of a glorified Norse-influenced settlement on Inis Mór, he’s determined to establish a link between himself and those who once inhabited the rugged isle.

For as long as she can remember, Lorraine O’Connor has had dreams of a Norse warrior kissing her. And even though she’s never fully understood the reason for her vivid subconscious imagination, she welcomes the meaningless and wanton pleasure of being in a Viking’s protective embrace—until the day she meets that brazen Northman on an impulsive vacation trip to Ireland.

Though blindsided by the relevance of her dreams and the strange familiarity of the man within them, Lorraine can’t help but feel a deep-seated intimacy toward Leif. And the more she gets to know him, the more she’s convinced they’ve shared a life together in a time long forgotten.

Are the clues to their ancestral past hidden within the contents of the chest or buried deep within their hearts?


Leif laughed inwardly as he heard the lock engage. Lorraine was definitely an odd sort of female, with all her outlandish outbursts and peculiar reactions, but no less interesting. She had this way about her that made him pay close attention, made him want to pay close attention, else he might miss something. No woman had ever been able to do that to him.

He was not a man easily beguiled. ‘Exceedingly picky’ were Kristoff’s words on many occasions when they could’ve had a few choice opportunities with several of the women who entered Tí Joe Mac’s Pub in Kilronan. But he always found a way to stay clear of them. Either their hair was too short, their fingers too long, or they were excessively giggly over anyone who spoke Gaelic to them. No matter how beautiful they were to the eye, Leif always managed to find some flaw, an imperfection he couldn’t get passed.

The only imperfection Lorraine possessed, if he could call it that, was being unreadable. Even then, he couldn’t rightfully hold it against her. He was glad that she left him guessing, left him wondering what she’d say or do next. Every time he spoke to her, he had no idea what would come out of her mouth.

And what a pretty mouth it was.

Her lips were a delicate shade of rose and looked just as supple as the petals from which its color derived. He imagined they felt as soft and delicate in a kiss, and longed to taste them, to press his lips against her and savor every blessed moment of it while watching her eyes close in automatic response.

Oh, those eyes…

Their exquisite brilliance utterly entranced him. He couldn’t look away no matter how hard he tried. They shone as bright and vivid as the intrinsic color of an emerald, with flecks of lighter green pigments fissuring throughout.

Though he’d stared at them as if they were rare jewels tucked within the hilt of a Viking warrior’s ceremonially-bent sword, uncovered from a sacred burial site, he couldn’t help but feel he was gazing into something he’d known and seen before. Words could not describe what he felt, except that his longing was innate—as if her eyes and all its wonders had been engraved on him from years past.

Again, he laughed inwardly, reminding himself that his entire week had fallen into the epitome of the absurd. Between finding the carved chest of treasured antiquities buried beneath his porch to having a gorgeous woman bathe in his home, he could hardly believe his bizarre stroke of luck.

He quickly left the hallway and entered the kitchen, flipping the nearly burned fish in the pan. The unrelenting vision of her slick wet body clung to him like a wet blanket, drenched with his own lustful musings of what she’d feel like if he dared to touch her. At least, he was glad to know he was still a red-blooded man. As many times as Kristoff had ridiculed him for his lack of interest, tonight he didn’t have to ponder his gender. It was as plain as the nose on his face, and stuck out a bit further than he cared to admit.

Reaching down, he shifted himself, trying to award his erection some more room in his jeans, while cursing it all the same. “Now is not the time.”

“Not the time for what? Dinner?”

Leif turned at the sound of Lorraine’s voice, not expecting anyone to be behind him, and almost knocked the pan off the stove. He caught it by the handle, fortunately, steadying it before it slid off the edge.

“I take it you’re not used to a woman in your home,” she stated discernibly.

Heaving a sigh, he smiled. “How was your shower?”


I’m sure it was. “Good.” He rallied his best casual voice and turned back to the fish, still simmering on the stove. As he resumed cooking, he secretly regarded the way the small swell of her breasts put curves in his oversized T-shirt that her raincoat had once hidden. Though her dainty figure had been virtually swallowed up by his cotton drawstring sweats, he knew somewhere beneath all that fabric was an enticing set of feminine curves.

“Since my clothes were still damp, I hung them over the shower rod to dry,” she confessed. “I hope that’s all right.”

His grip tightened on the handle. The image of a lace-lined bra and delicate panties, hanging in his bathroom flashed in his mind and he could do little about the smile teasing the corners of his lips. Without facing her, he shrugged his shoulders, pretending he hardly cared and changed the subject. “I hope you’re hungry,” he replied, fisting a quartered lemon above the pan-seared cod and dousing it with lemon juice. “I’ve made enough for the whole village it seems.”

He thought he heard a slight chuckle, regretting that he’d probably missed the first opportunity to see her smile. But he kept to his mission of transferring the food to the two plates sitting on the adjacent counter. That little feat required more of his attention given he wasn’t much of a practiced chef.

“It smells delicious.”

Adding the final touches to the plate with a few island flowers he’d picked days ago—only because he heard from the more experienced chefs in Dublin’s pricey restaurants that presentation was everything—and a slice of soda bread on top, he turned around and caught her looking at him. Her eyes, however, did not meet his until they jumped up from a lower direction.

She cleared her voice and looked away, feigning that she had ever been looking at his arse. Leif was not a stupid man, nor did things often get passed him, but for her sake, he acted as if he were none the wiser.

“Please. Have a seat.”

She did as he suggested, wringing her hands in the extra T-shirt cloth at her waist.

She’s still nervous.

For that reason, he sat in the seat directly across from her instead of next to her where they could share the same corner of the table. Disappointed as he was, he refused to show it, keeping a keen eye on her facial expressions and body posture. At the present, she sat stiff-backed in the chair, her eyes fixed on the bounty of food he placed in front of her.

A quick grin teased her lips when she saw the white and yellow daisy garnishing the corner of her plate. She never said a word in regards to his makeshift embellishment, but the smile that hung about thereafter was enough for him.

She didn’t waste any time taking her first bite, closing her eyes as she pulled the fork from her mouth. Her shoulders melted and a slight hum reverberated from her lips.

“Does that mean it’s good?”

“Are you kidding?” she asked, her eyes nervously diverting from his the moment they met. “This is the best pan-seared fish I’ve ever had.”

He shook his head, forking his first bite. “Now I’m convinced you have a concussion.”

“I’m serious. I’ve never had fish like this before. Most times it’s fried to a crisp or bland as hell.”

“Well, I don’t know much about Kentucky, but I believe they’re known for their horses, not herbs.” He took another generous bite and waited. “That wasn’t funny?”

She mildly smiled and stuffed a piece of bread in her mouth. “You make a better cook than a comedian.”

“Ah, look at that. Give the small town Kentucky girl a hot shower and some food and she’s as good as new.”

Another smile. That one he was sure to catch.

“I don’t know about all that,” she replied uncertainly.

“Well, you’re gaining a bit of confidence. It’s good to know you’re less fearful of me.”

Her hand froze, her fork stuck in another cut of fish. “I don’t fear you, Leif. I just don’t know you.”

He set his utensil down and crossed his arms, eager to finally delve into a meaningful discussion. “What is it you’d like to know?”

I shied from his intrusive eyes, feeling the heat of his stare setting me ablaze.

He leaned in. “I know you are avoiding me because you feel ‘tis right. ‘Tis moral. ‘Tis safer. But you needn’t fear me.”

I took a deep breath. “I fear you not, Dægan. I simply know not enough about you.”

His face recoiled slightly as if my choice of words had stunned him. He released me and crossed his arms in front of him. “What would you like to know?”


Leif’s voice caught her off guard and she looked around, confused, the name Dægan echoing in her ears. She blinked, staring at the man across from her, his face illustrating as much bewilderment as her own.

“You all right?” he asked, reaching for her hand.

Instantly, she pulled away, trying to gather her wits. It seemed she’d hear Leif’s words in the same minute she’d hear the exact same thing from a man by the name of Dægan.

What the hell was wrong with her? Why did she keep seeing things that weren’t really there or hear conversations from an unknown past, which were so akin to what she was talking about now?

“You blacked out for a moment,” he explained.

“I did?” The question came out of her mouth even though she knew she had gone somewhere else, somewhere that seemed like memories. It was as if she were having personal recollections of long ago, which involved her and a Norse warrior in some uncanny fashion.

“Yeah, you did. I asked you what you wanted to know about me, and suddenly, your eyes glazed over. You stared straight forward, but focused on nothing. Are you sure you’re all right? Perhaps we need to wake up the good doc.”

She fidgeted in her chair. The thought of a doctor looking her over and determining she was categorically crazy was not in her vacation plans. She tried to go back to her normal routine of eating, forking another bite of fish to prove to him, if not herself, he was overreacting. “Really, I’m fine. You shouldn’t worry. I just need to finish eating and get some rest. I’ve had a long day.”

Again, he didn’t look convinced. But what else could she say? She was as lost as he was when it came to her “blacking out” and no amount of pondering it could procure a logical explanation.

For the rest of the meal, they both lost their tongues for small talk and the only sound heard was the casual clinking of silverware on their plates. It was just as well, since neither seemed to know what to say anyway. Despite the great food and warm hospitality Leif had provided her, Lorraine wanted nothing more than to be alone. To lie down with her thoughts and hopefully be exhausted enough to sleep.

She prayed for sleep. Sleep without dreams. Somehow, as she glanced over at Leif looking at her in the most concerned way, she didn’t think she’d get her wish.

About The Author:

I am an author with a passionate interest in Irish and Norse history. I live in the rolling hills of Kentucky with my husband and two children on a beautiful secluded farm of horses and hay fields.

When I am not writing, I love to spend my time on the back of a horse, whether with my family or with my friends. There is nothing like feeling the sunlight on your face, the wind in your hair, and the power of the animal beneath you as you enjoy the beautiful scenery. Seeing the world from a saddle is, by far, the best view and the best therapy for a heavy heart or a troubled mind. My therapist's name, or my horse's, rather, is "Statues Suddenly Lucky", a full-blooded Tennessee Walker, and of course, he goes by the name of Lucky for short.

I am a sucker for a good cup of coffee (lots of cream and sugar...and whipped cream if I can get my hands on it), great conversation, and a lilting Irish accent. I love to read and I can't resist watching great epic historical movies.


Deep In The Heart Romance:



Romance Writers of America

Ohio Valley Romance Writers

Celtic Hearts Romance Writers:

Hearts Through History:



*Winner of two categories by Love Romances Café

“Best Book Cover 2010”

“Best Historical 2010”

“This book and author earn my highest recommendations and I feel privileged to have read one of the best. It is a must read for any lover of historical romance or even lovers of romance in general.”
~ 5 Stars TOP PICK ~ Night Owl Reviews

“…this story is realistic, historically accurate and unforgettable; a story you will remember long after the last page is read.”

~ 5 Blue Ribbons! ~ Romance Junkies

“Every word of this story has meaning. Every moment leads to the next. Every word is simultaneously natural and brilliant, each one holding an unmistakable place in history with the telling of this tale.”

~ Author Sarah Ballance

Mac Liam

*Winner of the “5 Heart Sweetheart” Award

from The Romance Studio

“It comes alive and winds its way into your heart. This is a must-read for anyone who enjoys historical romance and I cannot wait to read the final book of the trilogy as this story has stayed with me days after I read the last word.”

~ 5 Hearts ~ The Romance Studio

“I will admit to being skeptical that this story would capture me as much as the first had, but I was blown away by the awesomeness that is Mac Liam. Ms. Vincent surpassed all of my expectations with her impressive writing abilities, while offering more incites and revelations that will keep readers coming back for more.”

~ 5 Stars TOP PICK ~ Night Owl Reviews

“The steadfast, true love Ms. Vincent creates in Mac Liam takes one’s breath away.

A memorable, satisfying story!”
~ 4.5 Books ~ Long And Short Reviews

Silent Partner

"Ms. Vincent’s writing has the unique ability of capturing both the reader’s heart and mind… I thoroughly enjoyed everything about this story and would love to see it become a movie. Another highly recommended read by Renee Vincent!"

~ "5 Star TOP PICK" ~ Night Owl Reviews

Her writing sparkles, and given this is the author’s first attempt at contemporary mainstream romance, she creates the right impact for settings, pace and conflict. Her balance of the self-absorbed hero meeting emotionally challenged heroine is stunning because of her research into the heroine’s background. This book is a keeper."
~ "LASR BEST BOOK" ~ Long And Short Reviews


Friday, December 2, 2011

By: Cassie Edwards

* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Post any sentence from that page (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog. (If you do not have your own blog) post it in the comments section of this blog.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

Tanzey's breath was stolen and her insides felt warm and melting when she found the Indian of her fascination there, his midnight dark eyes momentarily locked with hers.

Again she saw something in his eyes besides a loathing. It was a look of wonder; a look that revealed to Tanzey that he most surely was as intrigued with her as she was with him.


Heart of Romance credits FREDA'S VOICE  for the Friday 56 meme.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Totally HOT Thursdays

It's Thursday and do I have a cutie for you or what?

I saw this young man in Leona Lewis's video, Bleeding Love, and I knew I had to post him right away.

Let me introduce you to NICHOLAS LEMMONS!

BORN- in Moscow, Idaho

HOME STATE- Kentucky
MODLES FOR- Armani, Dolce and Gabana, and many more
HEIGHT- 6' 1"
HAIR- Brown
EYES- Blue
Anyone for a swim?
Stunning!!!  Click on this link to see Nicholas in Leona Lewis's video, Bleeding Love.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Romance Countdown To 2012

We all love December. The snow, the cheer, the music, the decorations, the food, gathering with the ones we love, and let's not forget selebrating Jesus's birth!

No matter what your is for loving December, you know you have to admit that the closer Christmas gets, the more excited you become. The kid in us never really leaves, we just have more practice at hiding the excitement... LOL!

Let me tell you how YOU can have Christmas EVERY day for the month of December. That's right..... every day!!!

See that little yellow box over in the left hand column titled "Romance Countdown To 2012"? Click on that box and it will take you to Marilyn Wigglesworth's blog, Jaguar Warriors, and there she is hosting this event.

Here's how it works:

Every day of the month, Marilyn will have a post from a different author. Read the post and then leave a comment and your email address. It's that simple!!!! 

Here is a great way to learn about new authors and find some great books. But books aren't the only thing you could win. You will have to stop by everyday to see what prizes are being offered and if you enter more than one day, you can be entered to win the BIG basket of goodies. And remember, somedays have more than one aithor listed so that's TWO ways to win.

This isn't just about winning the prises though. We really do hope you will enjoy reading  these posts and hopefully find a new author to read!!!!!

SO- don't forget!!!  Contest starts Dec. 1 and runs through Dec. 31.   You must leave a comment, a name and an email address to be eligible. Enter more than one day to be eligible for the BIG basket of goodies so you will have to come back more that one day.

Here is the list of days and authors.
Dec. 1- Angela Scavone and Cheryl Yeko

Dec. 2- Char Chaffin and Dawn Ireland

Dec. 3- Kristi Lea and Elle Hill/ Lesleigh Owens

Dec. 4- Casey Wyatt/ Christine Wunch and B.J. Scott

Dec. 5- J.L. Bowen/ Mary Guida

Dec. 6- Deena Remiel

Dec. 7- Kallypso Masters

Dec. 8- Maeve Greyson

Dec. 9- Caridad Scordato

Dec. 10- Jessica Aspen

Dec. 11- Cari Quinn

Dec. 12- Renee Vincent

Dec. 13- Karen Cote

Dec. 14- Cathryn Fox

Dec. 15- Nikki Duncan

Dec. 16- Misty Evans

Dec. 17- Sharon Buchbinder

Dec. 18- Hillary Seidl

Dec. 19- Kimberly Killion

Dec. 20- Adriana Kraft

Dec. 21- Laura Kaye

Dec. 22- Eliza Knight

Dec. 23- Zoe Archer

Dec. 24- Marilyn Wigglesworth

Dec. 25- Lizzie Walker and Sarah Hoss

Dec. 26- Karen Kay

Dec. 27- Nicole North

Dec. 28- Kendra James and Teri Gilbert

Dec. 29- Cynthia Owens

Dec. 30- Mary Guida

Dec. 31- Kate Douglass


Thursday, November 24, 2011

This is a time to reflect and say what we are thankful for all of the things in our lives. This list below is mine.


I am lucky to have all of these things in my life and every one of them is vital to my every day well being and my ability to do what I love which is write.  I hope that, today, if not every day you are able to spend time with the ones you love and that peace and joy follow you!

From Heart of Romance to you, I leave you with one simple but wonderful picture for your Totally HOT Thursday!! ENJOY!

Matthias Strietwiesser

Monday, November 21, 2011

Interview with Author, BETH TRISSEL

INTERVIEW WITH AUTHOR    Beth Trissel                        

Today I’m interviewing Beth Trissel.  Her novella, Somewhere the Bells Ring, a vintage American ghost story Christmas romance, was released on Nov 9th by the Wild Rose Press.

Please tell my readers a little bit about your book.

Thanks for having me on your lovely blog, Sarah.  Somewhere the Bells Ring is set in the gracious old Virginia home place, circa 1816, in the Shenandoah Valley where my father was born and raised and I grew up visiting during the holidays.  Nostalgia over the late 1960’s inspired the time period and the story opens during the tumultuous age of hippies, Vietnam, and some of the best darn rock music ever written.  From 1968, the story flashes back to an earlier era, 1918 and the end of World War One.  Having a Marine Corps Captain Grandfather who distinguished himself in France during the thick of the fighting and then tragically died when my father was only three definitely influenced this story.  I’ve dedicated it to him.  If you enjoy an intriguing mystery with Gothic overtones set in vintage America and heart-tugging romance then Somewhere the Bells Ring is for you.  Oh, and did I mention the ghost?  I always did think that house was haunted.

Describe the genre of this particular title, and is the only genre you write in? 

I write both light paranormal ghost story/time travel romances in my ‘Somewhere’ series and historical romance, so write for two different lines and senior editors at The Wild Rose Press.  The common thread in all my stories is my fascination with the past.  

When did you start writing toward publication?  

16 years ago.  I wrote for 12 + years before my first book, Somewhere My love, was published.

Did you have several manuscripts finished before you sold? If so, did you send them out yourself?
Yes, I had four or five completed manuscripts before the first one was published and ooodles of rejections from agents/editors.  I was faring well in the contest circuit, though, including a Golden Heart final, and had finally landed a good NY editor, but she couldn’t sell my work to traditional New York Publishers, so I said goodbye and submitted to the Wild Rose Press in 2008.  So far, they’ve been very enthusiastic about everything I submit.  I’m a big fan of TWRP and have no plans to go anywhere else, unless I write something they don’t publish at some point.   If that happens I’ll probably publish it myself.  I did that with a work of nonfiction about country life—it finaled in the EPPIES!  As did my historical romance Red Bird’s Song.  Quite a thrill.

Her old family home where the story takes place.
Why have you become a published author?  
 To share my stories with the world.

Do you have any rejection stories to share? 
 Literally hundreds.  I think I must have queried every agent out there at some point, and a number of editors.  For ages a ‘good’ rejection letter, the personal kind with a pat on the back along with the inevitable ‘but’ was as good as it got.

What is your writing routine like? 
 I used to have one.  With five grandbabies living nearby, now I just write whenever I  can.

What sort of promo do you do? Do you have help? 
I wish.  I do interviews, like this one, guest blog in addition to being an avid blogger myself, belong to facebook, twitter, triberr, authorsden, sometimes pay for advertisements on popular romance review sites…always on the prowl. 

Having achieved your goal to be a published author, what is the most rewarding thing?

Positive feedback from readers and stellar reviews.  I really don’t want to hear about it if you think I’ve written the worst book you’ve ever read.  And yes, I’ve gotten a few of those from readers too.  It’s all part of the journey.   

Are you a member of any writing organizations and, if so, have they helped. 
 RWA (forever) Virginia Romance Writers, Celtic Heart Romance Writers online group, The Wild Rose Press loop…to name the most important ones.  The workshops, writing tips, support, and guidance from these groups has been invaluable.

Will you share some encouraging words for authors still struggling for that first contract? 
 Don’t give up.  Keep on writing.  Hone the craft, better your skills.  Someday, someway, you will make it.

What’s next for you?  
I recently turned in a historical romance novel to my WRP historical editor and am awaiting word.  It’s the third story in my colonial frontier trilogy, the sequel to Through the Fire.  And now, I’m at work on my next light paranormal/time travel romance, the sequel to Somewhere My Lass.

BLURB for Somewhere the Bells Ring:
Caught with pot in her dorm room, Bailey Randolph is exiled to a relative's ancestral home in Virginia to straighten herself out. Banishment to Maple Hill is dismal, until a ghost appears requesting her help. Bailey is frightened but intrigued. Then her girlhood crush, Eric Burke, arrives and suddenly Maple Hill isn't so bad.

To Eric, wounded in Vietnam, his military career shattered, this homecoming feels no less like exile. But when he finds Bailey at Maple Hill, her fairy-like beauty gives him reason to hope--until she tells him about the ghost haunting the house. Then he wonders if her one experiment with pot has made her crazy.

As Bailey and Eric draw closer, he agrees to help her find a long-forgotten Christmas gift the ghost wants. But will the magic of Christmas be enough to make Eric believe--in Bailey and the ghost--before the Christmas bells ring?~

“Bailey.” He spoke softly, so as not to startle her.

She turned toward him. In her long, white nightgown, hair tumbled down around her, wearing that lost look, she bore an unnerving resemblance to the mysterious woman in Wilkie Collins’ classic mystery, The Woman in White. Eric fervently hoped the similarity ended there. As he recalled from the novel, that unfortunate lady had been unhinged.

Leaving the door ajar, he stepped inside. “We missed you at breakfast.”

She answered distractedly. “I wasn’t hungry.”

He limped to where she stood, the hitch in his leg a little less pronounced today. Maybe he was getting stronger. “Why are you here, looking for ghosts?”

“Or a door to the past.”

He tried to coax a smile to her trembling lips. “Did you check inside the wardrobe?”

“Eric, I’m being serious.”

“That’s what worries me.” Leaning on his cane with one arm, he closed his other around her shoulders and drew her against him. Such a natural act, and she accepted his embrace without pulling back. She smelled of flowers from her perfume and wood smoke. “Mercy, child,” he said in his best imitation of Ella, “it’s as cold as a tomb in here.”

“It wasn’t last night.”~

How can my readers buy your book? 
Somewhere the Bells Ring is available in various eBook formats at The Wild Rose Press and will travel onto Amazon kindle, Barnes & Noble’s nookbook and other online booksellers. For more on me and my work please visit:

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