Pay it Forward Friday — Lissa Matthews

I’ve talked a lot this year about the struggles I’ve had, and along the way I’ve mentioned on Facebook and Twitter how the romance community rocks, about how many authors have contacted me in person at a conference, or emailed me, or IMd me on Facebook and in one way or another have offered support.  Some of them may know what they’ve done, others may be totally unaware of how much something they said affected me (in a good way), and how much I appreciated the time they took talking with me.

So I’ve decided to thank them by featuring their books here. I’ve gone to their websites and gathered their bios, covers and blurbs from their latest books (or the first book in their latest series) and am sharing them here in hopes that you’ll discover some new authors to love and support. I’d originally created today’s post a few days ago and set it to post the first Friday of 2015, but after a conversation today I knew I didn’t want to wait even two weeks.

The authors I’m featuring have no idea I’m doing this, or who will be featured next. They’ve not contacted me asking to be included — it’s not an advertisement. It’s my way of publicly saying “thank you!”

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Lissa Matthews_webToday’s featured author is Lissa Matthews. While I’d seen her online when I was first published, Lissa was one of the first authors I met in person at my very first RAGT in 2011. (That’s Lori Foster’s annual Reader and Author Get Together in Cincinnati.)  We chatted briefly in the conference insanity, but we’ve chatted more online the past year since we’ve been in the FIVE ALARM ALPHA bundle. And found we have a lot in common about what we’re prepared to do–and not do–when it comes to our writing process.

Living in North Carolina, talented, multi-published author, Lissa Matthews, has many loves in her life: Family, friends, NASCAR, football, music of all kinds, cooking, BDSM, and last, but not least, coffee. She loves it so much she and those who know her are surprised she hasn’t floated away on a caffeine-induced cloud while giving life to feisty heroines and hunky heroes.

Lissa’s love of romance came from every book she has ever picked up. No matter what she read, she fell in love with the written word. The promise of escape, the deep, intriguing characters, and the winding journey from beginning to end, constantly drew her into bookstores and libraries as she was growing up.

Her first stories were written in junior high and she kept it up through college. She would stay up late at night when her kids were little reading romance and still penning her own stories. In 2007, when she and her family moved to North Carolina from Florida, she began pursuing writing as a profession and she couldn’t imagine doing anything else… Well, except maybe writing in her own cupcake bakery/coffee shop. But that dream is a ways down the road… Lucky for Lissa, she believes in dreams coming true.

Lissa is married with two children and seven, yes, seven cats. She blames her oldest child for the cats.

Lissa’s Website ~ Lissa on Facebook ~ Lissa Matthews on Twitter


 

The Cupcake Cowboy, Lone Star Sweets, Book 1

CupcakeCowboy300blackJackson Dawson had known only one way of life: ranching. That is, until he went to college in the city. There, he was introduced to a whole new world of people, food, and way of life. He never dared to imagine that he could do or be anything other than a rancher’s son, but with his mother’s words ringing in his ears and his sister’s encouragement, he took a chance. And in the process, found himself and met the woman of his dreams.

Pastry Chef Cass Jamieson’s only desire had been to own a bakery. After a stint in pastry school, she quickly learned that trying to make your dreams come true wasn’t easy. She was dejected when her bakery closed and soon returned to the classroom as a teacher to eager young bakers with the same stars in their eyes that had once been in hers.

So, when the stubborn, determined, and hot as summer in Texas cowboy walked into Cass’s pastry kitchen, it turned her life and libido upside down. When he seeks her out for heated kisses and her thoughts on his cake bakery idea, she gives in to the lust, but gives cautious business advice born of experience, only Jackson didn’t see it that way.

Who will bend first in this battle of wills involving sugar and spice and everything naughty and nice? Come take a ride with The Cupcake Cowboy and find out…

Warning: Uses of frosting that frosting was never intended for. A dirt road showdown. A lesson in milking cows. A whole truck full of mouthwatering cupcakes (some with liquor). A little family drama. And dreams on their way to coming true…

Read an excerpt

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Or if you prefer paranormals, there is Lissa’s…

Shifting Currents

ShiftingCurrents300x450Blake doesn’t want a mate. No way. No how. And he certainly doesn’t want her camping on his land, floating down his stretch of river, or looking like she belongs in his bed.

But that’s exactly what he gets when he happens upon a curvy woman with shades of sunset hair named Leah.

She’s on vacation and isn’t looking for any complications, especially in the form of a shifter or the possessive MINE signal he gives off.

So, what are two bears to do when they’ve convinced themselves they don’t want, much less need anyone else?  They give in to the pull and mate, of course, but in sex only. No life commitment. No cubs. No changing the way they live: Separate and independent of each other.

Except when she leaves his mountain, Blake can’t get her off his mind and Leah can’t stop craving his particular brand of gruffness. Now, the one thing neither wanted, has come full circle, and is ready to bite them both.

This is a fun shifter story. It’s not angsty. It’s not death defying. It’s not filled with external conflict and danger. It’s a short story about two people who realize, they need each other, despite the fact that they’ve lived their lives never needing anyone. read more…

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(Leah here — LOL, I just noticed the heroine’s name. Totally unintentional on my part in choosing this book — I simply looked for Lissa’s latest.)

One more sleep til we party!

FTF-rough-raw-and-raunchy5I’m so excited — Feeding the Flames, part of the Five Alarm Alpha bundle, finally releases tomorrow.

Preorder from Amazon ~ Barnes & Noble ~ iBooks ~ KoboARe

The bundle will be available for 99 cents for a limited time only!

We’re having a party!

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If you’re around tomorrow, the authors in the bundle, along with a few special guests, are hosting a party over on Facebook to celebrate the release. There will be contests with prizes, so if you have a chance, stop in. We’ll be there from 9 a.m. eastern to 9 p.m. eastern.

 

A Special Snippet Saturday *contest*

I’m changing things around and instead of giving you a snippet of one of my books, I thought I’d share a snippet from one of the books I’ve read this week.  After reading Lexxie Couper’s excellent story in her Down and Dirty Bundle, I moved on to her Heart of Fame series. And have been glomming them up like chocolate. Nom Nom Nom.

Lexxie Couper

Now normally it’s better to promote an author’s latest work (which is Getting Played, the lastest in her Heart of Fame series), but as one of those readers who must read series in chronological order, I’m going to start you off with Tropical Sin. Why not feature the first book of the Heart of Fame series? Well, while Tropical Sin isn’t technically part of the Heart of Fame series, it’s sort of a prequel, since it introduces Nick Blackthorne the way Private Property introduces my readers to Sam Watson…

Nick gets his own book in Love’s Rhythm, which is technically book 1 in the Heart of Fame series, and you don’t have to read Tropical Sin to understand his story in Love’s Rhythm. But, trust me, you want to get the full Nick effect.

TROPICAL SIN

Copyright © 2011 Lexxie Couper

All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

Nick Blackthorne weaved his way through the smattering of guests milling around the Bandicoot Resort’s massive reception area, a small smile curling at the corners of his mouth. It wasn’t the fact he was here, at the soft opening of the resort, that made him happy, nor the fact he was walking around without a minder or bodyguard or groupie to be seen. It was simply because the woman laughing behind him had a delightfully throaty, infectious laugh.

He stopped himself from shooting a look over his shoulder, concentrating instead on finding the correct passageway that would lead him to the Oasis Bar. He was a touch jetlagged and needed something more than coffee to wake up.

A touch? You’ve been on one plane or the other for the last three days. You’re more than jetlagged, you’re jet-freaking-dragged-through-the-turbines stoned. Besides, the need for something more than caffeine has nothing to do with jetlag. You just want to sit out in the sun and pretend you’re a normal person for a short while, don’t you?

He smiled wider. The truth was always less sensational. It had been a long time since he’d been able to sit at a bar and relax. When his agent had offered him the chance to attend the resort’s soft opening he’d jumped at it. Minimum number of guests, all hand-picked by the hotel’s manager, all—Frankie assured him—too discreet or important in their own rights to worry about him being in their presence. A nice change from where he’d just been, that was for sure.

The thought made his smile falter. A little. He wasn’t going to let his mind turn to where he’d just been. Not when he was walking through Eden.

Ah, so the romantic you used to be is still buried in that craven pit you call a soul, is he?

Behind him the woman laughed again, another low, throaty chuckle and, before he could help himself, Nick turned.

Whoa.

She was only a few feet behind, grinning up at a guy almost half again her height, her long, strawberry blonde hair a flaming halo in the sun’s warm rays, her pink lips stretched in a grin that said very clearly, “Yes, I am completely in charge of this situation.”

Nick let his gaze flick to her companion, noting with an experienced eye the man’s latent strength in his six-foot-plus form, his fluid, steady movements, and his utter adoration for the woman gripping his arm.

Christ, they were a sexy couple. Damn sexy.

He scowled, turning away from the young lovers. There was a time he’d have walked straight on up to them and suggested something far more depraved than either could probably imagine. Something very dirty and very enjoyable. That time had passed, however.

The woman laughed again, the delicious sound accompanied by a lower, deeper chuckle. The guy’s laugh. Relaxed. Easygoing. Coming up from his chest to slip past his lips in a humored rumble. Equally as infectious as hers.

He drove his nails into his palms and scanned the lush gardens on the other side of the glass wall. Where the hell was this bar? Somewhere outside beside a pool? He needed a drink.

No, not a drink. You need—

A face of an angel with filth on her mind,

I pray to burn in her fire,

I pray to die in her arms.

The words—lyrics of a song he hadn’t written yet—whispered through Nick’s head and he raised his eyebrows, his heartbeat quickening. Just as it had been too long since he could relax in public, it had been even longer since words of music came to him. Whoever the redhead was, she stirred something in him.

Yet the arms of her lover reach out for more.

Like a sinner I will burn in his fire,

I will die in his fire as she pleads for more.

Nick came to a halt, the unexpected lyrics floating through his head. It seemed they’d both stirred something in him he hadn’t felt for a long time, not just the woman.

The whisper of a rhythm teased him and he closed his eyes, a familiar sensation stirring in the pit of his gut. Carnal thoughts and lyrics? Coming to Bandicoot Cove really was a good—

“Excuse me, but can I ask you a question?”

The soft, husky voice speaking beside him could only belong to one person. Opening his eyes, Nick turned around, leaving his sunglasses firmly in place as he fixed his gaze on the flame-haired woman smiling up at him. This close she wasn’t just sexy, she was stunning. Stunning and gorgeous. As was the man standing next to her, his expression unreadable, that sleeping strength radiating from him in waves of…

Like a sinner I will burn in his fire,

I will die in his fire and beg her for—

“You’re Nick Blackthorne, yes?”

The woman’s question took Nick by jarring surprise. It shouldn’t have, but with the words of a hidden song taunting him and the unexpected lick of sexual interest teasing him, he wasn’t prepared. Especially for what she said next.

“I’m McKenzie Wood from Goss Weekly.” Her clear blue eyes turned direct. Intent. “I’m wondering if you’d like to comment on your stay at the Vergnügen sex clinic in Germany?”


I’m going to give away a copy of Tropical Sin, to get you hooked on Lexxie’s series, but I’m also going to be giving away a copy of Down and Dirty to give you a taste of Jess Dee, Sami Lee and Rhiann Cahill’s writing too.

Now the rules — you must be 18 years of age and older, Facebook doesn’t endorse the giveaway and has nothing to do with it, void where prohibited…and one prize per winner, in other words, you can enter both, but you can only win once, so if you win the Down and Dirty Bundle, you can’t win the Tropical Sin bundle too, and vice versa. (But I’m betting you’ll want to go and buy more of Lexxie’s books afterward!)

And remember, if you like an author’s books, the best way you can help them out is to leave a review on Amazon or Barnes & Noble or wherever you bought the book — Amazon and the other places use the number of (good) reviews in their algorithm when determining who else to show the title to in their “Readers who bought this also bought…” bar. Which means more people get to hear of your favorite author and it’ll encourage the author to keep writing.

P.S. (I’ve met Lexxie in person a couple times — first in Kansas City, and then in New Orleans, so now whenever I read her stories I hear her narrating them in my head in her wonderful Australian accent. If you want to hear her reading an excerpt, watch this video)

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Going to be at RT 2014? Join the Great Author Hunt

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In every registration packet, you’ll find a player card and a bright green button for you to wear so authors will know you’re playing. Then you go around and try to spot the authors with the bright red button and tag them–they’ll give a sticker to you to put on your card. (Hint on how to find me — I’ll be at Club RT on Thursday May 15th at 10 a.m.) Collect 25 out of 30 of the stickers and place your card in the Great Author Hunt box in Club RT by 4 p.m. Friday, May 16th (when Club RT closes). On Saturday, we’ll be drawing the winners — prizes include an iPad mini, a Kindle Fire HD 8.9″ or a Kindle Fire HD 7″.

Participating Authors:

Author Badge Button1Cherry Adair
Randi Alexander
Anne Marie Becker
Meg Benjamin
Jennifer Bernard
Brinda Berry
Leah Braemel
Jaci Burton
Robin Covington
Christine D’Abo
Cynthia D’Alba
Lauren Dane
HelenKay Dimon
Nikki Duncan
Avery Flynn
Eliza Gayle
Mandy Harbin
Lynn Raye Harris
Kimberly Kincaid
Parker Kincade
Ciara Knight
Ella James
Cat Johnson
Darynda Jones
Laura Kay
Kim Law
Angi Morgan
and Liz Talley

Celebrate Texas Romances!

In honor of Texas Independence week, 22 authors who write books set in Texas have gotten together on Facebook. There’ll be lots of giveaways between today and March 9th, including a grand prize of a Kindle and lots of books. Click on the banner below to pop over…

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