Blog by VONNIE DAVIS -- International, Award-Winning Romance Author: Adventurous...Humorous...Amorous.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

A Totally Talented Author Presents Her Total Golden Key Chronicles In One Book!

Please join me in celebrating this special occasion, the release of my time travel fantasy romance collection... I present...

THE GOLDEN KEY CHRONICLES
For the first time ever...
are NOW AVAILABLE as one continuous read!
 
INCLUDING FREE BONUS MATERIAL!!!
The Story of Helios and Selene:  The Mythology Behind The Golden Key Chronicles
 
The key would unlock his future and the safety of his kingdom, but he never imagined the sorceress would unlock his heart…
 
When antiques restorer, Rowena Lindstrom, purchases an armoire containing a hidden key and a “magic” mirror, she believes the handsome warrior prince waiting on the other side is some sort of elaborate joke. Yet she cannot deny their connection seems bound by more than just the key and, as her love for Prince Caedmon grows, she agrees to join him in his realm. Prophecy intervenes in a way neither of them could have expected. Lost and alone in the Austiere Kingdom, Rowena struggles to find her place, and though she fights the heated advances of the dangerous Prince Caedmon, the attraction between them brings challenges much deeper than her troubled heart can recall.
 
After two torturous years held captive in the dungeons of Seviere’s Keep, Prince Caedmon returns home with more than just lash marks lacing his back. He now retains the secret behind the key, and is the only one who understands its grim connection to his beloved Rowena. Yet their enemies to the north are merely one of many obstacles determined to see them fail and, to escape the clutches of the evil Wizard Gaelleod, Rowena and Caedmon flee to the future—the one place Caedmon’s worst fears are confirmed. Though Rowena’s memories have returned, everything he loves stands to be ripped from his grasp.
 
Join Caedmon and Rowena as they embark on an epic journey bound by fate, and struggle to unravel the significance behind an age-old prophecy in The Golden Key Chronicles.
 
 
What reviewers are saying about The Golden Key Chronicles...
 
The imagery is so vivid it felt like I was sitting in front of a screen streaming real-time video. I love how the author cleverly crafted some straight up satirical irony within the plot. What Rowena says and what is meant, and what Prince Caedmon does and what is expected is a work of brilliance. 5 Stars from Writer's Kaboodle
 
I LOVED IT! Oh My Goodness I was hooked from beginning to end and didn't want to put it down until I finished it and was teary eyed at the end. It's SO good. 5 Stars from Cloey Book Reviews
 
It is clear that, far from being your simple fairy tale, the Golden Key Chronicles will be as much of an emotional roller-coaster as a tale of enthralling enchantment. AJ Nuest’s stories have the ability to sweep readers into a magical kingdom, even without the aid of an enchanted mirror. 5 Stars from Love Reading Romance

Proving once again that less can be more, AJ Nuest’s Candra’s Freedom is an intensely romantic, intensely emotional trip into the fantasy of love and romance. Rowena and Caedmon will burrow into your heart... 5 Stars from Tome Tender Book Blog

Caedmon's Curse left me out of breath in many ways. The fight scenes are vividly and flawlessly written and the same goes for every other moment in the book. Book #3 is my favorite out of AJ's Golden Key Chronicles so far! With only one book left, she has me on pins and needles waiting for the last installment. 5 Stars from Broken Bird Media

LOVED the ending: I really thought I knew what was coming, but Miss Nuest nailed it with her well-placed sequence of events and clues. It was the perfect place to leave off - or leave us hanging I should say - for Book 4. :D 5 Stars from Friday Night Romance

An epic, fantasy, adventure and romance, with a dash of comedy, rolled into one fabulous book. The characters are wonderful. Rowena is a strong, feisty, fearless female and I love her slightly feminist thinking. Caedmon is the perfect complement to her and they just fit. The romance, the love, and the ecstasy that makes up Rowena and Caedmon’s relationship is toe-curling steamy, and beautifully written. 5 Stars from Follow the Yellow Book Road
 
Just when I think AJ Nuest can’t raise her bar any higher, she up and writes Braedric’s Bane, the final book in Rowena and Caedmon’s tale. Love, lust, romance, life-threatening danger and a good dose of light-hearted humor from the amazing characters that color her world of larger than life fantasy.  5 Stars from Tome Tender Book Blog
 
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Monday, April 21, 2014

Love's Sorrow by Terri Rochenski



Happy Book Birthday to Love's Sorrow!
Today marks the kick-off of Love's Sorrow blog tour AND part one of ...
 a sneak peak at the entire first chapter!
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Love's Sorrow
Means of Mercy #1
Historical Romance
Release Date: April 21, 2014
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Hired as a nanny for her cousin’s children, Anne Tearle finds security and a loving family. The children are a dream, but London society is a world of its own, one where a displaced farm girl has no business being. But, wealthy rake, Gavin MacKay, helps her to see associating with the upper class might not be as horrid as she first assumed.
Like all things worthwhile, love comes at a price, and the cost soon bestows more anguish than joy. Lost, but not undone, Anne must find the courage to begin life anew, or succumb to sorrow's unrelenting waves of grief.

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Chapter 1 / Excerpt 1
With a loud grind and clanking, the train came to rest at King’s Cross Station. The engine car let out a hiss like the sigh that escaped my lips every night when I laid on my pallet after a long day’s work.
Pressing my face to the window, I stared in amazement at the mass of moving people. When boarding the train in Birmingham, excitement kept me from giving the well-to-do folks more than a mere glance, but I sat captivated as my fellow passengers disembarked around me.
Lavish bonnets and bright-coloured dresses of silky material made me ashamed of the threadbare gingham frock and tattered straw hat I wore.
Aunt Martha and Mary always tried to keep up with the latest fashions by ripping and sewing old dresses—garments beyond repair became an extra flounce or two, and the nicer threads unwoven and made into lace collars or cuffs. I hadn’t ever been allowed time for such frivolous activities, so I made myself content with proper skirt length and suitable patches for worn elbows.
Content, until I gazed upon the ladies of London in all their finery. Aunt Martha would say those folks sinned by squandering their money in such a way.
For about the tenth time, I imagined my aunt’s kitchen minus its scullery maid and target for hurled objects. I choked back a giggle for what must have been the fifth time that morning. My days of being a slave were over, for I had been offered employment.
Fingers trembling, I stood and wrapped my thin shawl tight around my shoulders, clutched my bundle closer, and walked the train’s narrow aisle. I stepped onto the platform and peered around the sea of faces for Joanna Telford.
I had never met my cousin from London. Until a few weeks earlier, I wasn’t even aware I had family beyond Uncle Edward and Aunt Martha. Mrs. Telford wrote to tell me she and her husband were in need of a nanny and governess for their two young sons, and being the merciful guardian he was, Uncle Edward decided to send me away from his wife.
Without her knowing.
Another smile lifted my lips, and I shifted on my feet, moving my tied bundle from one hand to the other. I grimaced as a whiff of body odour rose. Aunt Martha allowed me to bathe once a week, which would have been on the morrow, but asking to do so early certainly would have aroused suspicion. Sneaking away from her house before sunrise as I did would never have occurred with success.
No one spared the poor farm girl a second glance, and insides buzzing like a honey bee, I stood unmoving, a white-knuckled grip on my worldly possessions.
Minutes moved passed slower than a lazy stream and the surrounding crowd began to disperse. I waited. Despair crept closer with every passing heartbeat.
A stooped man in black livery made eye contact with me, and a pleasant smile lit his face as he started my way.
“Miss Tearle?” His voice rasped like a rusty barn door hinge.
“Yes. I am Anne Tearle.” I was grateful to my aunt for one thing. My accent matched almost perfectly with those buzzing around me. Aunt Martha's hatred of the Black Country we lived in and the cane across the back of my legs every time I slipped into the bouncing regional lilt had eradicated all but the barest traces of it.
The elderly gentleman removed his hat, tucked it under one arm, and dipped his head. "Welcome to London, missy.” His smile widened and the skin around his watery blue eyes crinkled. “I’m the Telfords’ coachman, Emanuel. The missus has sent me to collect you.” 
~~~oOo~~~
About Terri Rochenski
Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade, when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with storytelling.
Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her three young children allow. When not playing toys, picking them back up, or kissing boo-boos, she can be found sprawled on the couch with a book or pencil in hand, and toothpicks propping her eyelids open.
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Friday, April 18, 2014

I've Got Scrambled Eggs in my Brain by Vonnie Davis

On tax day, April 15th, I emailed my manuscript for TO CATCH A FLAME to my editor at HarperImpulse in England. I'd been aiming for 73,000 words, as stated in my contract, but ended up with 74, 600 words. At times I feared I couldn't reach the minimum required. By story's end, I feared I was ending it too quickly, not giving my readers enough detail.

What I'd emailed her was a full-length book spun off from my Christmas novella, SANTA WORE LEATHERS. This novella and the subsequent books revolve around a fire and marine rescue station in Clearwater, Florida on the Gulf side of the state. In this book, my heroine, Cassie Wolford, the novella's hero's sister, has crushed on a guy, a firefighter and marine rescuer named Quinn Gallagher. Even though they've never been more than close friends for three years, she's nicknamed him Hot Lips--and dreamed of tasting them.

Cassie comes with a bit of emotional baggage. As a teenager, she was a "cutter,"  someone who cuts herself to feel pain for various past hurts. Through counseling and family intervention, she has overcome this urge for several years. She's gotten her associates in business and her certification as a beautician. And, when provoked, she can become a pistol. This is how I pictured Cassie.
 
 
Quinn is a more emotionally damaged hero than I've ever written before. I wanted him to be a badass who covered his pain with a smartass sense of humor. A complex man, who doesn't believe in love and yet takes in a stray kitten he's named Furball. My problem? At times, I wanted to change him into a nicer man--and then he wouldn't let me sleep. I'd be awake early in the mornings, wondering how I'd gotten off track and where.
 
 
 
So, I'd go back to Chapter One to reread, trying to hunt for the spot where I'd gone off-track with Quinn. I had to do this three times, finding the slip-up in chapters eight, twelve and fifteen. Every fine-toothed examination of the manuscript so far had me asking, over and over, WHY I wanted to try to write deeper emotion. I had no clue if any of my readers would cry over Quinn and Cassie's story, but I was certainly shedding tears trying to write the darn thing.
 
Did I succeed? I won't know until my editor at HarperImpulse reads it and makes her decision. But I do know one thing: My brains are like scrambled eggs. I'm forgetful. I can barely write a cohesive sentence or form a complete thought. I'm sleeping more, taking a nap every day and trying to reenergize mentally. In short, I'm going through what every author goes through after finishing a book. Non-writers have no clue what this process takes from us. On the other hand...I have an obsessive need to work on my next story.
 
Calvin is trying his best to keep me from writing for a few days. He wants me to heal for a week or more. Movies, shopping, choosing new flooring for our kitchen and picking out some plants. Even so...my mind keeps straying to the Highlands of Scotland for book two of my Highlander's Beloved Series.
 
This blog has been brought to you by the woman with scrambled eggs for brains.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Honky Tonk Hearts Sneak Peek Sunday #twrp #SPeekSunday

Every Sunday, a group of writers share SIX paragraphs of either a published book or a work in progress. Our aim is to showcase our writing voice and entice you to read more of our writing.

 
I've been working heavily on my work in progress all week, so instead of sharing any of it, I'm giving myself a much needed break. So, we're leaving the Gulf side of Florida and heading to Texas, near the old famed highway of Route 66, near Amarillo. There's a honky tonk along that rundown road called The Lonesome Steer. It's Friday night and Tyler Desmond is there shooting pool when he's accidently hit in the neck with an errant dart thrown by a woman named Lacy. Now, Lacy has a bit of a nervous problem. Once she gets rattled, she can't shut-up. She just keeps on talking...and talking.
 
 
She leaned up on her cowgirl boots. Warm breath feathered across his neck. “Show me where the dart hit.”
He merely pointed. By now his head throbbed more than the wound. Woman, for the love of heaven, shut up.
Fingertips ran over his skin, and he felt current zap clear to his calloused feet. “Honestly, you can barely see it. Might want to rub a little antibiotic cream on it before you go to bed tonight, though. That’s what I do when I get a paper cut, or slice my finger cutting veggies. Should be okay in a day or two. A little iodine wouldn’t hurt, but then not everyone likes iodine.”
God, the woman’s like a verbal buzz saw. Pain pounded the backside of his eyeballs, and he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger.
“Let me buy you a beer. The least I can do is compensate you in some way. Like I said, it was an accident.” She pursed her full, pink lips again—a bad sign. “Funny thing about accidents…”
To shut her up and bring some relief to his headache, Tyler did the one thing he knew would stop her incessant chatter.  He kissed her.
 
 
 
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Sunday, April 6, 2014

Have I Got a Chocoholic For You...and She Writes Great Women's Friction Too--Ellen Butler

I've got a special guest here today. Ellen Butler is one of the authors in the same agency as I -- Blue Ridge Literary.

Ellen Butler lives in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, DC, and she considers herself an old-new writer.  In other words, she's old to writing, yet new to novel writing. She holds a Master's Degree in Public Administration and Policy, and her history includes a long list of writing and editing for dry but illuminating professional newsletters (Gee, wonder if I could get her to help me write mine?), and windy papers on public policy. The leap to novel writing was simply a creative outlet for Ellen's over active and romantic imagination to run wild.
 
Oh, hon, if there's one thing we love to do here at Vintage Vonnie is to run wild...in "our own way", of course...
 
You can find Ellen’s debut release, Second Chance Christmas, at Amazon. Professionally, she belongs to the Virginia Writer’s Club, the Northern Virginia Writer’s Club, and is a founding member of the Tempting Romance blog. When she’s not writing, Ellen is either, running around after her children, decorating a neighbor’s house, or holed up in her favorite lounge chair reading.

Ellen is an admitted chocoholic and confesses to a penchant for shoe shopping. Book club questions for Ellen’s novels can be found on her website.

 
First, I’d like to thank Vonnie for hosting me. You have such a wonderful following at Vintage Vonnie. It’s a real thrill to be able to reach out to your fabulous readers, and I hope they enjoy the excerpt from my new novel Poplar Place. But first, to answer a few important questions…

1.     Heels, sneakers or flip-flops?

I’m a fashion maven, so it’s got to be heels. Although I do love the comfort of sneakers…shh don’t tell anyone.

2.     Chocolate, champagne or cheesecake?

Mmm…all three sound good to me, but if I had to choose just one I’m going to have to go with the chocolate. Yes, definitely the chocolate.
 
3.     SUV, sports car or minivan?

Okay, confession time – I have young children so I drive a minivan, and I’m not happy about it. In an earlier life, BK (before kids), I drove a sports car. Once the kiddies have flown the coop, I plan go back to a sports car. I see a convertible in my future!

4.     Earrings, bracelets or navel piercing?

Earrings. I put on earrings every day. I feel naked without them. Even at the pool or the beach, I wear a pair of studs.

5.     Fav vacation destination: beach, mountains or city?

European cities. I’d love to return to Vienna, and I’ve never visited Paris. Ever since reading your novel Mona Lisa’s Room I’ve put it on the bucket list.

Thanks again for having me Vonnie! I hope my answers have met your reader’s high expectations.

One last thing…

Book Groups – Visit my website, www.ellenbutler.net to find book club questions on Poplar Place. I’m available to be a guest author for book clubs as well. Fill out the contact form on the website for more information.



Genre – Women’s Fiction, with romance & suspense 

Publisher – Turquoise Morning Press

Release Date – March 27
 
Blurb

Newly minted librarian, Cara Baker, effectively cuts ties with her tumultuous life in Pittsburgh, and moves to South Carolina where she embraces the peaceful, laid-back style of small town living. Everything seems to be falling into place when Cara finds the perfect house to round out her new plans. Well… perfect except for the immovable hermit living on the top floor. She throws caution to the wind, and buys the fabulous house—hermit and all—without meeting him. By wooing her reclusive renter with notes and mouthwatering meals, he caves and invites her up to the apartment. Preconceived notions are blown out of the water, when she finds Danny isn’t the nerdy Mr. Mole she envisioned.

Unfortunately, FBI phone calls from her past bring Cara’s summer idle to an abrupt halt. Will demons from a former life destroy Cara’s tranquility?


          I resigned myself to returning the FBI phone calls. I couldn’t put it off any longer. Both Bryant and Hutchins had left phone messages again yesterday, and their persistence made me nervous. Rolling out of bed, I shuffled downstairs to start the coffee, my liquid courage. I drank half a cup and dialed. Hutchins didn’t answer. I braced myself and dialed Special Agent Bryant.

“Bryant.”

“It’s Cara Baker.”

“Listen, I have some news. The U.S. Marshals have lost contact with Tony Rizolli.”

I paused to digest this.

“Cara?”

“You must be joking! How the hell did that happen?”

“His tracking anklet was cut, and he disappeared.”

“Do they think he’s been whacked?”

“They’re not sure.”

“Why are you calling me? You do realize I no longer work for the DA’s office.”

“Yes, we know that.”

Exasperated I asked, “Then why are you calling to tell me this? Not much I can do.”

“I’m concerned about your safety. Tony bore a lot of hostility toward you.”

“The FBI’s concerned, or you’re concerned?”

“I’m concerned.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“What does the FBI think?”

“The FBI thinks there’s a leak in the Marshals’ office and Rizolli’s six feet under.”

“Why does Tony have so much animosity toward me? He walked into a shiny new life provided by the American taxpayers.”

“The money.”

I took a moment, rubbing a hand across my eyes. “What does he know?”

“We’re not sure. I think one of the pencil pushers at the Marshals’ office told him about the Cayman accounts during relocation. There was very little legitimate money he could take into the program. He wasn’t happy about it.”

I sucked in a breath. “Agent Bryant….”

“Call me Tom.”

“Tom, what exactly are you worried about?”

“If Rizolli isn’t sleeping with the fish, he’s a loose cannon. I don’t trust him. You may be in danger.”

“And?”

“And you need to watch your back. Call me or Hutchins if you see anything suspicious. I mean anything out of the ordinary. If you see a strange car in the neighborhood, get the plates and call me.”

“I’ll take that under advisement, Agent Bryant. What about Denise?”

“She’s covered. I’ve called in some favors.”

“Fine. Please let me know if anything new develops.”

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