Beep, beep, beep. That’s my husband’s alarm, which goes off every morning at 4:30 a.m. Seriously… 4:30 a.m. Until recently, the birds weren’t even up yet at that hour.
Every morning my wonderful husband cheerfully announces, “It’s time to get up, honey.” He’s a morning person—I’m not. I grunt, “I know.”
Before I’ve scrubbed the crustie’s from my eyes, my cat Ardy needs water from the tub and play time with her peacock feather. While she recovers from her, all four paws in the air, twist, and land move, I’m allowed to take a moment to brush my teeth, change, and stretch. Once out in the garage Ardy needs more petting, brushing and snacks. After our run this routine is repeated.
While my husband gets ready to head out for his busy day, I brew four shots of espresso and throw in a little soy milk for color. I toast a piece of bread and smear it with peanut butter. Yes, it gets all over my keyboard.
I have a routine, just like my cat. I check all my social media sites, read my email and check my blog and respond to any comments or questions I get from my fans.
I write for about an hour and then I hear, Murp, murp. If you hadn’t already guessed, that’s my cat. Ardy butts her head on my leg; if I ignore the head-butt she’ll jump on my desk and walk on my keyboard. This ritual gets repeated several times during the day. At 1:00 p.m. it’s time to feed the beasts. That’s me and Ardy. I arrange a plate for myself of saltines, spread with; you guessed peanut butter and jelly.
When I have a new release my routine changes more toward promoting my book, but my cat doesn’t care just as long as she gets her needs met.
I wind up my day 4:00 p.m. when my husband arrives home. My days fly by but I love being a romance author.
My day begins promptly at 5:15 every morning. Whether my alarm goes off first or my dogs whine to be taken out, I’m up at the same time every day without fail. I am not a morning person, either, just for the record. My husband is already up, dressed, out of the house, and on his way to work. So, I roll out of bed, half asleep and take the dogs out. When they’re finished with their business, I bring them in, feed them and give them fresh water. Then I feed my three cats, who, by this point, are circling me like a vulture circling a carcass. Next, I make my way toward my girls’ rooms and wake them up for school – which takes approximately ten minutes of me repeating, “C’mon, get up or you’re going to be late. Get up. Now! Or I’m going to let the dogs in to wake you up.” Finally, they drag their ever so pleasant behinds out of bed.
I make my way into the kitchen, unload the dishwasher, start a load of laundry, and take the dogs out. Again. When I get back inside, I’m bombarded with, “Mom, I need you to sign this form.” “Mom, I can’t find my other shoe.” “Mom, so and so won’t share the bathroom mirror.” Ugh! I very carefully and successfully meet all of their demands without snapping or losing my sanity.
At 6:45 the kids get on the bus and I have an hour of peace and quiet. I fire up my laptop, check all my email accounts – I have 4 of them – and all my social media sites. I visit my blog to see if I have a guest author for the day. If I do, I promote on my Twitter and Facebook. By now, it’s almost eight o’clock and time for round two of getting kids up and ready for school. Thankfully, this round runs much smoother. By 8:30, all my kids are gone and the house is quiet. I shower, eat, take the dogs out, and then sit down to write. Finally!
Throughout the day I check emails and social media sites, take my dogs out, and feed myself. It’s not luxurious or exciting, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Being a writer is a dream come true.
Jilted by Kara Leigh Miller
Publisher: Books to Go Now
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 9.15.2013
Heat Rating: Hot
Amy and Brett have been friends since they were kids; and their friendship has withstood the test of time. But can it withstand Brett’s fiancée, Vanessa?
Brett Hudson has often wondered what it would be like to be more than Amy’s friend, but when he’s chosen as the newest professional dancer on Dancing with the Stars, he meets Vanessa, one of the shows costume designers and it’s a whirlwind romance that ends in a wedding proposal. As the big day draws closer, Brett begins to think that marrying Vanessa might be a bad idea. She wants him to give up Amy. Completely. Will he give up his best friend for the woman he’s supposed to marry?
Amy King is heartbroken to learn that Brett is marrying another woman. But, when Brett is jilted at the altar, he begs Amy to go on his honeymoon with him. A week on a tropical island with her best friend, the man she’s fantasized about for years is a dream come true for Amy. But when Brett suggest crossing the line from friends to lovers, Amy is reluctant. Will she risk years of friendship for one night of passion?
“It’s because you go for the wrong type of guy,” Brett said matter-of-factly, pouring a third shot down his throat. “Those muscle bound jocks are all bark and no bite. They look good on the outside, but they’re a mess on the inside.”
Amy threw a piece of ice at him and laughed. “And the goody two shoes, school teacher types you date are much better?”
“Nope.” He grinned. “Which is why we’re both still single.”
She sighed. “Yeah, so much for my dream of having kids.”
“You’re young. I’m sure you’ll find someone.” He drank his last shot and chased it with his beer.
“I’m thirty, Brett. By the time I find a man, date him, and get married, I’ll be an old hag with no viable eggs.”
The thought of Amy finding a man to marry and have kids with didn’t sit well with him. He couldn’t stomach the thought of losing her. “I’ll tell you what.” He leaned across the table and pointed at her. “Three years from now, if neither of us are married, I’ll marry you and give you as many babies as you want.” Brett’s words were slurred. Yup. He was definitely drunk. He wouldn’t have made that proposition otherwise.
“Yeah right.” Amy rolled her eyes. “You and me? That would be like fucking my brother. Thanks, but no thanks.”
He flinched at her words. “You think of me as your brother?” That bothered him a lot more than it should, especially considering he’d never once thought of her as a sister.
She shrugged. “We’re best friends. How else would I think of you?” Amy glanced away, and then set her gaze on him again. “Why? How do you think of me?”
Oh shit! He hadn’t expected the conversation to backfire on him like that. What was he supposed to tell her? That he thought of her as a best friend that he wanted to fuck? No, he definitely couldn’t tell her that. “As a friend, I guess. I don’t know. It’s not like I sit around and think about how I should think of you. You’re Amy.”
“And you’re drunk.”
“Maybe a little.” He grinned. “So, do we have a deal or what?”
Kara is a multi-published romance author who dabbles in young adult, new adult, paranormal, and contemporary romances. However, her genre of choice will always be erotic romance. She’s a member of the CNY Writers Haven and the Romance Writers of America. Writing is her passion and she loves to share her knowledge and enthusiasm with her fellow authors and her fans.
Today, Kara resides in Upstate New York with her husband, five kids, three cats, and two dogs. When she’s not reading or writing, she’s spending time with her family and friends.
Nothing excites Kara more than hearing from her fans. So, send her a note. She’ll go total fan girl over it!
Halo’s Wish by Sharon Kleve
Publisher: Books to Go Now
Genre: Sweet Contemporary Christmas Romance
Release Date: 9.15.2013
Heat Rating: Sweet
Halo Ann Carlyle wishes for a home, family, and a boat-load of pets. What she gets is a bruised hip, a lump on the head, a broken ankle, and her new yellow Honda Civic is demolished.
Rich McFarland, a sexy veterinarian, keeps showing up in the most unexpected places, promising everything she’s ever wanted.
Halo believes she only has time to pursue her career as a pet detective and must ignore her growing attraction to achieve her dreams.
Will Halo trust her heart, and find a way to get both for Christmas?
She’d just placed another call through to Pemsky’s office, which went straight to his voicemail, when the office door opened. Halo smiled and looked up into dreamy, gold-flecked green eyes, short sandy brown hair, a slight cleft chin, and full lips set in a hard line. Even with the stern look he had on his face, my hormones jumped into overdrive.
Mr. Dreamy cleared his throat—she must’ve been staring. In her most professional voice she said, “Good morning. How may I help you?”
He removed a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and unfolded the sheet.
“I was parked in front of the Beacon Hill Ale House and my driver’s side mirror was sideswiped by one of Pemsky’s Security’s SUV’s Friday night.”
Halo loved the Beacon Hill Ale House. Every Saturday night the Ale House allowed local bands to jam together. That’s where she’d met her last loser boyfriend. She’d had a lot of loser boyfriends. She’s currently on a hiatus from dating, but she wouldn’t mind jumping back into the dating game for this dream-boat.
He handed her the piece of paper.
“I wasn’t able to get a look at the driver, but I got the license plate number of the vehicle that hit my car and drove away.”
He emphasized the last part.
“I’m very sorry about your car. I’m sure Mr. Pemsky will be happy to cover the damage.” Halo checked the company log and Pemsky’s name popped up as the driver—she gulped.
Sharon Kleve was born and raised in Washington and currently lives on the Olympic Peninsula with her husband.
Sharon is a writer of paranormal and contemporary romance. She loves romance. She loves reading romance, living romance, and especially loves writing about romance. She gets no greater feeling than watching her characters come alive in each other’s arms. Most of all, she loves giving her characters the happily ever after they deserve—with a few bumps and bruises along the way.
One of her favorite things to do is picking up a new book and sinking into the story, immersing herself in the emotions between the characters. She hopes to inspire her readers the same way her favorite authors have inspired her.
When not writing, she can usually be found either curled up in her recliner with her cat and a good book, or in the kitchen baking sourdough bread or bagels.