Good heavens, that’s sounds so snobbish, doesn’t it? Hello, my lovelies. You are amazing today.
Last week, Allie Berg tagged me in a blog hop on the writing process. She also gave a nice little explanation of what said blog hop actually is, so I’ll borrow that here. (You’ll have to follow the link to read the rest of her process though.)
But what is a blog hop, actually? We toss the term out like so many others and assume newbies and readers know what it means. Maybe some do. It’s not a complicated concept: a group of bloggers agree to a topic, someone writes a post, and tags other authors who’ve agreed to post, they post, lather rinse repeat. It’s actually more of a blog tree than a hop for authors. It’s the readers who (theoretically) travel from post to post to see what we all say.
That said, I suppose it’s my turn to answer the four questions of the blog hop. Continue reading
As promised, the Eostre’s Baskets contest has come to an end and we have winners to announce! The main contest reveal will be announced soon on Loose Id’s blog but the results of my mini-contest are RIGHT HERE! Continue reading
Hello, my darlings. You are all fabulous today. Don’t argue with me. I’m very wise and never wrong.
Good news! The entire Eostre’s Baskets series is now available at all fine retailers! Pick up Kick the Past, A New Dawn and all the rest and get your sexily ever afters. Continue reading
He started to root through the basket, popping a piece of chocolate in his mouth as he went. It was oddly sparse of anything he’d consider traditional, with just some dark chocolate pieces to stand for the candy. A postcard of the Vatican was propped up against the side, but there was nothing written on it. Weird thing to send to someone in Rome from Hawaii. Next to that the adjustable leather wrist cuffs were almost reasonable, if inappropriate for Easter. Nestled in the center was a little wrapped box that with the paper gone, ended up being a black-velvet ring box. Curious now, he flicked it open with his thumb.
Then he dropped it like it had burned him.
Nestled in the creamy satin, two rings sat side by side, one bright and the other dark, each set with three stones—diamond and onyx. Three stones for you and me. Three for I love you.
Promises are funny things. We make them with the best of intentions, as though we can control the future, set our fates on a course and guarantee that it will never swerve or change. But a promise is only a wish, a hope sent into the future. Continue reading
Every story starts somewhere and this one started with a single visual: “In a crowded street or a deserted square, I’ll turn and I’ll see you.”
You can get the full story behind the book at Loose Id’s blog.
Listen to the soundtrack to Kick the Past right here: Continue reading