Cover Reveal – Phaze

She could walk through walls, but she couldn’t escape love.

I just received word that the second Xi Force book, Phaze, will be released early next month, so I thought today would be a great time for a cover reveal.

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PHAZE

Xi Force #2

When Kayla Armstrong is attacked in her lab, she falls into a chemical stew. Now she’s walking through walls and falling through floors.

As the leader of Xi Force, Joel Weisberg is always looking for new superheroes for his team. What he wasn’t looking for was sexy Kayla Armstrong falling through the ceiling of his apartment right into his bed. Still he isn’t complaining when the event finds him a new Xi Force member and a new love. Now she just needs some training and some time.

But when an old enemy comes back with new powers and captures Joel, it’s up to Kayla to lead the Xi Force against her. But can they rescue Joel before he’s murdered . . . again?

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I am so stoked. I think Soul Mate Publishing did such a fantastic job on the cover.

What do you think? Leave me a comment down below.

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If you give a man a cookie.

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Whether you’re joining me from A.S. Fenichel’s blog post or starting your blog hop here, welcome.

Today’s topic comes from the delightful Jenna Da Sie – Would You Rather Cooking Edition: 1) Cut out butter forever or sugar? 2) Have a normal size oven that heats inconsistently or have a toaster oven that bakes everything perfectly? 3) Make something beautiful that tastes terrible or make something ugly that tastes great? 4) Forget to preheat oven or forget to bring ingredients to room temperature. 5) Have to measure ingredients by eye or have to guess how long things have been in the oven? 6) Win a national baking award or create a recipe that gets handed down for generations? 7) Mix everything by hand or wash all dishes by hand.

Well, as the bulk of my cooking experience is centered around the creation of cookies, consider this my Would You Rather Cookie Edition.

1. Would you rather cut out butter forever or sugar?

Okay, cookies are basically butter and sugar, so we’re talking about half the ingredients. Also, being from Wisconsin, I almost have to side with real butter. But a cookie without sugar? Ugh. Looking at all the alternatives, I would probably be making my cookies with I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter (even though I really can.)

2) Would you rather have a normal size oven that heats inconsistently or have a toaster oven that bakes everything perfectly?

Well, I’d have to bake them in fours or sixes instead of a dozen to the pan, taking twice as long, but I usually try to sample one from each batch because . . . warm, fresh from the over cookies are the best. So 2 to 3 times the samples = win. And unevenly baked cookies can be gross.

3) Would you rather make something beautiful that tastes terrible or make something ugly that tastes great?

Even the ugliest cookie is beautiful. No contest.

4) Would you rather forget to preheat oven or forget to bring ingredients to room temperature.

No, no, no, no, no. Cookies have to go into a hot oven. the dough can come out of the freezer, but that oven has to be hot.

5) Would you rather have to measure ingredients by eye or have to guess how long things have been in the oven?

Tough one. I use Siri on my phone to time cookies to perfection, and I am sure my eye is a lousy measuring device, but I’d rather have cookies with too much sugar than have them come out burned.

6) Would you rather win a national baking award or create a recipe that gets handed down for generations?

Cookies are a personal experience for me, so I really have no interest in awards or creating recipes for others. What I’d really rather have is a recipe that is so good it has been handed down for generations.

7) Would you rather mix everything by hand or wash all dishes by hand. 

Here is where my age will show. I have stirred up batches of cookie dough by hand, and by the end my hands hurt. On the other hand, nothing makes my hands feel better than soaking them in warm water.  (Lots of hands in this paragraph. My editor would kill me.) Anyway, bring on the dishes.

So, there are my answers. To find out what’s cooking in Leslie Hachtel’s kitchen, check out her blog post as the Romance Writer’s Weekly blog hop continues at: https://lesliehachtelwriter.wordpress.com/

And also check out her wonderful historical romance, The Defiant Bride:

The Defiant Bride by [Hachtel, Leslie]

Valentine’s Day.

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The wonderful Leslie Hachtel is giving us today’s topic: Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Why is it special for you? And what do you wish for?

 

Oh wow, loaded question. As a romance writer, Valentine’s Day stands as the perfect celebration of love and romance. It offers a great opportunity, in stories and real life, to bring your “A Game” when it comes to doing something special with that someone special. No excuses. This is the day. Do it.

Dinner, movie, Netflix & chill, a long walk on the beach, and guys, if you’re ready, bend that knee. What could be more romantic?

No, really, I’m asking a question here. What could be more romantic? If you’ve got some ideas, share them in the comments below.

And speaking of Valentines Day, did you know that my story, Valentine’s Day Canceled, in the Soul Mate anthology My Sexy Valentine is also part of my Heavenly War series?

My Sexy Valentine by [Yeko, Cheryl, Spelling, Sage, Cahoon, Lynn, Mitchell, S.C., Susedik, Tina, Chaffin, Char]

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And I’m working on the next chapter, titled A Legacy of Lightning right now. Look for it this coming fall. If I did have a Valentine’s day wish, it would be that the book was already written. I’ve put this one off far too long.

Now, hop on over to Leslie Hachtel’s blog to find out her Valentine’s Day wish, as the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop continues at:  https://lesliehachtelwriter.wordpress.com/

 

I resolve…

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The Defiant Bride by [Hachtel, Leslie]

 

Whether you’re joining me from Leslie Hachtel’s blog  or starting your blog hop here, welcome.

Leslie is also giving us today’s topic: Let’s talk about your New Years’ Resolutions.

I’m not the kind that makes really hard New Years resolutions. I’ve tried and usually failed, instead I try to set some goals to strive toward. My goals for this year include:

  1. Re-branding. Look for a new look to my website, social media, and Amazon pages.
  2. Advertise and grow my readership. I’m going to put a little more effort into getting the word out: “Hey, I write stuff.”
  3. Lose weight. (On the list every year. usually a fail, because I like to eat and hate to exercise.)
  4. Write, write, write, or, yeah, and write.

Anyway, goals are set, full steam ahead.

Now check out what Brenda Margriet resolved as the Romance Writers weekly blog hope continues here: http://www.brendamargriet.com/blog

And check out Brenda’s amazing new novel, No Life But This: Click here to read an excerpt.

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Give me a little sugar.

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Into the Darkness by [Devine, J.J.]

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Today’s topic comes from the wonderful J. J. – What is your favorite holiday cookie recipe?

Now I’m sure the idea behind this topic is to give you all some great cookie recipes you can bake, but I’m not much of a baker or cookie maker.

However, I do consider myself a top-notch cookie eater, and when it comes to Christmas cookies, I don’t hold back, and I pretty much love them all. (Thus the continuing New Years resolution to lose weight.)

But my all-time favorite, the one i only allow myself during the Christmas season, is the plain old Iced Sugar Cookie. (<– Okay, there’s a recipe linked. Don’t know if it’s the best, but it looks damn good to me.)

Anyway, I have these tempting me right now:

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I’m thinking breakfast…

Okay, while I add another couple of pounds to my middle section, head on over to Leslie Hachtel’s blog and check out her cookies as the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop continues at: https://lesliehachtelwriter.wordpress.com/

Also check out Leslie’s wonderful novel Once Upon A Tablecloth:

Once Upon a Tablecloth by [Hachtel, Leslie]

Release Day: Z-Bot

It’s out! Xi Force #1: Z-Bot.

Look out Avengers. Move over Justice League. Here comes Xi Force, Earth’s sexiest superheroes.

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Blurb:

Chris Johnson never really started living until he died. Orphaned, fostered, and drifting through life, the twenty-seven year old programmer had no family, little money, and few friends. But he also had no enemies. So, who the hell killed him? After an experimental process brings him back from the dead as a zombiebot, he gets the chance to find out.

Heather Logan’s latest process uses nanobots to reanimate a corpse. Half robot, half something raised from the dead, Chris is her first successful resuscitation. Questions abound. What is it? Is it truly alive, a machine, or some kind of zombie-hybrid?

But someone wants to steal Heather’s secret process and put her out of the picture permanently. Chris, with his new superpowers, is the only thing standing between Heather and an assassin’s bullet. Is he enough of a hero to save her?

Get it here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077F4NHDX

 

 

Check out the Health Nut Café

My friend and fellow Soul Mate author Rhonda Frankhouser has a new release coming up, and it looks to be a lot of fun:

Health Nut Café

By Rhonda Frankhouser

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BOOK BLURB…

Imagine recognizing someone you’ve never seen before…

Becka Clemmons’ one true passion is running the Health Nut Café. Awakened every morning by the same nightmare, Becka sees the world through tainted eyes. She’s never believed in fairytale romances until Jonathan Parker walks through the café door one cool, foggy morning. She struggles to understand why this familiar stranger makes her crave things she’s never craved. Solving the mystery of Jonathan is the first thing that has ever taken her focus away from her cafe.

 

Imagine missing someone you’ve never met…

Jonathan Parker is the idealistic son of old money who knows exactly what he wants. Day after day, he searches to find the missing connection that eludes him, until the morning he lays eyes on Becka. He knows his search is over but the struggle to make her believe has just begun. From that moment, he works to prove to Becka that they belong together.

 

Will Becka let herself believe? Will Jonathan’s family ruin their chance at love?

 

Rhonda Frankhouser

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LINKS

Webpage: rhondafrankhouserbooks.com

Facebook page: Rhonda Frankhouser Books

Twitter page: @RJFrankhouser

BIO –

Rhonda Frankhouser has been an author with SoulMate Publishing since November of 2016. Her debut novel, Return to Ruby’s Ranch, earned and InD’Tale Magazine RONE Finalist award, and Uncaged Magazine Raven Finalist, and a Books and Benches Reviewer’s Top Pick, Seal of Distinction. Her second release, Health Nut Café, is due out in Fall of 2017. Rhonda lives with her own knight in shining armor in central California, with her two pug puppies, Geddy and Ruby, and their beautiful Labrador, Dutch.

The book just went up for pre-order at: https://www.amazon.com/Health-Caf%C3%A9-Shadowing-Souls-Book-ebook/dp/B077X3WTGP/

 

EXCERPT

I cupped the cool, clear water in my hands, letting it filter through the tiny crevices between my fingers. I watched a brilliant colored spider make her way across her water-jeweled web toward an unlucky fly. Above me, the sun shone across the mist, creating a rainbow that rippled in three directions. Lying now on a rock at the edge of the pool, I closed my eyes and dreamt of a time when my life would make more sense.

I must have fallen asleep because I jolted awake when I heard a voice from the landing just above where I lay.

“Becka,” the call echoed off the water and walls. At first I thought I was dreaming, so I lay still and let it come. The familiar voice became clearer when my name was called again, this time from a point closer than the last.

“Becka, are you all right?” The deep baritone whisper was so sensual it made me smile. I didn’t open my eyes until I felt a hand caress my shoulder. Even then, I couldn’t believe I was awake.

“Are you all right?” Jonathan removed his pack and sat next to me on the rock, touching my cheek with the palm of his hand.

I gathered everything inside my heart and soul and tried to move away, feeling caged by the intimate way he leaned over me. The concern in his eyes held me down until he saw that I was okay.

“Thank goodness.” He didn’t move away. “I thought you’d passed out again.”

“What the hell?” I sat up straight and scooted back. My voice was controlled, though my question was demanding. “Did you follow me here?”

“I followed you and Annie from the resort, yes. It was your mother’s idea for me to come to Hawaii. She told me where to find you.”

“Why would she do that?” I stood up and took a step away.

“She thought I should come here and talk to you.” He watched me as I slowly put distance between us.

I remembered my mother’s coy smile when she gave me the airline tickets, and I knew in that instant that he was telling the truth. My mother’s meddling frustrated me. “That figures.”

I gazed over his slightly squared, handsome face. Not handsome in the pretty sense, more the serious, rugged sense. His wavy hair was tucked behind his ears, the mist brightening the lighter strands. The eyebrows of a slightly darker shade were manly, but not too bushy. His skin was bronzed with a fresh tropical tan, and those kissable lips were shadowed by a day-old beard. A satisfied smile broke when he noticed my perusal, but I didn’t stop staring until I caught those eyes, the color of the deepest part of the ocean.

“How old are you?” I asked, finding no noticeable wrinkles. The oddness of the question at that particular moment surprised us both.

“Twenty-nine.” He slowly stood up and moved toward me.

“Oh.” I watched him carefully.

“Does age matter to you, Becka?” He raised his hand.

“Matter for what?”

“Does it matter how old I am if you want me and I want you?” He took another small step, closing the distance. “Besides, your mother already told me you’ve only got me by a few years. I like older women.” He winked and flashed that disarming smile again.

Whoa. I swear Silvy. I held up my hand as I took another step back away from him. He watched this with curiosity, not really seeming to take my retreat as a negative response.

Stepping into the cool water up to my knees, I could think of nothing but escape. Even water was better than the lethal energy vibrating around Jonathan. “Do you always blurt out what you’re thinking?”

“You don’t like to answer questions, do you, Becka?” He moved his pack farther up on the rock, slipped off his hiking boots and socks, and followed me out into the pool, wading closer with every step.

“Your questions have no answers, Mr. Parker.” I watched his taut body press against his T-shirt and cargo shorts. “I have a question of my own, if you don’t mind,” I said, forcing my eyes from his body. “Why are you here? Why did Silvy think we should talk?”

“Because your mother thinks we belong together, and you’re just denying it.” Once again without pretense.

“Oh.” My breath caught. “So the two of you decided ambush would be the best way to convince me of this?” My stomach clenched.

“She just wanted you to stop running for one second and listen to what I have to say. She thought Hawaii would be the perfect place for us to have some time alone together without any distractions.”

“Why wouldn’t she let me in on this grand plan of hers?” I wanted to see how he would explain it though I knew this was how Silvy works.

“Because she figured you wouldn’t approve. She told me that you’re not a believer, that you’d be tough to convince.”

“A believer in what?” I knew exactly what he was referring to, but I wanted to hear him say it. I couldn’t believe Silvy had created another disciple so quickly.

“Doesn’t matter. We’ll talk about that later. Right now, I’d like an answer to the question I just asked you.” He stood directly in front of me.

“I don’t remember the question,” I lied, looking away, unable to move when he tilted my chin up with the touch of his finger. My knees threatened to give out from beneath me as he searched my eyes.

“I know you feel it, too. I can see it.” He whispered the words just seconds before sweeping his lips across my forehead. “It almost hurts, the way it feels.” He spread light kisses over my face, first around my eyes, then along my cheekbones, finally capturing my lips gently, tasting them with the tip of his warm tongue.

At that moment, I was frozen in a fantasy dream, being taken by Prince Charming in a tropical paradise. I could do nothing but respond to his wishes. The taste of him was salt and spearmint, his scent an intoxicating manly smell of soap and sweat. I realized I’d closed my eyes, but I wanted to see. I wanted to be sure this was really happening to me, Becka Clemmons, celibacy’s woman-of-the-year.

When I finally found the courage to open my eyes, I saw him then, for the first time without fear in my heart. This gentle man, whom I knew nothing about, had me completely enraptured. I decided to let it happen, to try and satisfy this desperate feeling inside so it would leave me in peace.

I drew my hands up over his strong shoulders, feeling the hardness of his body against mine. I ran my fingers through his hair as though I’d done it a thousand times before. My breasts now melted against him, hard and demanding.

My mouth opened and I willingly participated in our first real kiss. The kiss sent shocks of excitement through every limb of my body, landing a current squarely at the pit of my stomach, where an incredible ache began to grow. I was prepared to drag him on that rock and ravage him. I’d never had desire affect me the way it did with this man. It made no sense to me, but clarity wasn’t important at that moment.

“Becka.” He pulled away suddenly, leaving me desperate to have him back in my arms, desperate to have him. “Can you feel it? This is not the first time we’ve been together. It feels too natural and real.” His hands held my face between them, his eyes nearly wet with pain.

“Please don’t make this more than it is. It’s just desire, nothing more.” Tears ran down my cheeks for no reason I could grasp. I felt the fear coming back to me, replacing the need with its fury. “I…. I can’t, Jonathan. I don’t understand this.” I took his hands from me, biting back regret as I did so – my stomach sick with emotion.

From above I heard Annie calling, the voice of rescue just in time. I backed away slowly, leaving him there once again, alone to face our connection without me, too afraid to face it with him. It was just too much for me.