Cover Reveal – Perfect for You By Ashelyn Drake

Perfect for You
Release Date: September 2014
Swoon Romance
Summary from Goodreads:
Sophomore year in high
school comes with its own set of problems. You’re no longer a freshmen, but
you’re still two years away from ruling the school. So, you sit and languish in
a kind of purgatory until junior year, when things start to get interesting.

That is, unless during your sophomore year, you find your boyfriend making out
with another girl in front of your locker. Then, interesting takes on a whole
new meaning, and that’s what happened to seventeen-year-old Meg Flannigan. It’s
no wonder her self-esteem suffered a major hit.


Now a senior, Meg catches the eye of not one, but two guys at school (I know,
right?). They happen to both be gorgeous, and each vies for her attention in
the most flattering of ways. Sounds good, right? Not if one of the guys is her
boyfriend, and the other one wants to be.


Meg doesn’t want to lose Ash. They’ve been together for almost five months, and
she’s falling in love with him. But Noah. Ah, Noah. He’s the irresistible guy
Meg has been crushing on for two years, and she isn’t ready to send him away
either. But stringing both along could have disastrous results, leaving Meg in
the cold once again.


One thing’s certain. Meg needs to decide between Ash and Noah soon, or she’ll
lose her perfect match forever.


PERFECT FOR YOU was released previously as two novellas. Ashleyn wanted to give
her readers more, and has decided to write an entire novel based around Meg’s
About the Author
Ashelyn Drake is a New
Adult and Young Adult romance author. While it’s rare for her not to have
either a book in hand or her fingers flying across a laptop, she also enjoys
spending time with her family. She believes you are never too old to enjoy a
good swing set and there’s never a bad time for some dark chocolate. She is
represented by Sarah Negovetich of Corvisiero Literary Agency.
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Fun Fact Friday – Lesson’s Learned from Old Flames – Old Flame Blog Tour

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When authors write a book, sometimes the title invokes a few questions.  Well – or it is an excuse to ask evasive questions.  Annabelle Blume’s new release Old Flame,  makes me wonder about lesson’s learned from past relationships. So, since Ms.Blume wrote the book, I had to know what she took away from her past ‘old flames’.

Take it away Annabelle!

Way back in the day, when I was in my very early twenties, I was engaged to someone who was absolutely, unequivocally wrong for me. And I was wrong for him, too. We never got married, so I was able to avoid the terrible mess that would have been that divorce. But it took years of being with the RIGHT one before I was able to look back on that relationship and understand what I had learned from being with the wrong one.

The thing is, I didn’t learn anything I didn’t already intrinsically know. It’s just that I was too young, too inexperienced, and was sorely lacking in examples of what a healthy, functioning relationship looked like.

So, after three and a half long years with Mr. Wrong, here’s what I learned:

1. There are no absolutes. What is unacceptable to one person is just fine for another. Everything exists on a continuum and only you know where your limits lie.

2. Listen to your heart when it says you’ve reached one of those limits.

3. Don’t ignore the red flags. They don’t get better, they get worse.

4. A guy that can’t pass his classes or hold a job isn’t trying to find his way, he’s a loser.

5. If you feel like you’ve been down that road before, you probably have. Time to start looking at your patterns and learn from your mistakes.OldFlame_Cover_Layers

 Title:  Old Flame

Author:  Annabelle Blume

Publisher:  Roane Publishing

Release Date:  January 15, 2014

Keywords:  New Adult, Contemporary, Sweet, Romance, Novella


Blurb:  Hannah Sullivan has spent the past three months stalking her ex-boyfriend, lurking in the bushes and hiding behind fake social media personas, convinced she can eventually rekindle the love they once shared. But when she meets Marc, who is everything James never wanted to be and more, she begins to wonder if she’s got it all wrong. Hannah must come to terms with her own demons before she can decipher between her delusional mission the man of her dreams.

bio Annabelle is a best-selling Romance and New Adult author, that is, when she’s not checking homework or begrudgingly cooking dinner. Wife, mother, and creator of alternate worlds, Annabelle has a penchant for that which is outside the norm.

Her degree in Sociology has given her the ability to construct worlds that exist only in her head and translate them passionately to the page. The time spent studying individuals, interpersonal relationships, and particularly, women, within the constraints of our society led to Annabelle’s unabashed ability to talk about sex as it fits into our modern lives.

She’s also the author/personality of The Bombshell Mommy at where she helps modern Bombshells and their families live “green”.

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Thursday Thrills – Harper’s Wish Blog Tour

HarpersWish_Cover5Happy New Year. Did you make a resolution to start the year? I thought since today’s book release is Harper’s Wish, it was fitting to hear what the author had to say on her wish.  Don’t forget to enter the giveaway!
Take it away Krista!
My one wish for the new year….

That’s a really hard one to put down on paper. Everyone makes New Years’ resolutions and I’m just as guilty as anyone else. There’s the classic one…to lose weight! Or to quit smoking or exercise more. Spend less and save more.
This year, I’m not going with any of those.
This year, my one wish is to spend more time with my children. My kids range in age from 7 to 14 and growing every day. Some days I feel like I miss so much with them even though I’m home with them and do as much as I can.
I think all parents get into that rut where they tell their kids, not right now or can you wait just a little while because they think what they’re doing is more important. I know I have in the past but no more. There’s nothing more important to me than their happiness. I want them to remember their childhood as a great one.

Do me a favor, if you have kids…hug them and tell them you love them everyday !!!

Title:  Harper’s Wish

Author:  Krista Ames

Publisher:  Roane Publishing

Release Date:  December 20, 2013

Key Words:  Adult, Romance, Contemporary, Sweet, Novella

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Christmas is supposed to be a joyous time of year, but for Harper Donaldson it’s just another day. Orphaned at an early age, she doesn’t have a single good memory of Christmas.

But, when a Santa’s Mailbox mysteriously appears in the lobby of the post office where she works as postmistress, Harper wonders what it could hurt to send her own letter to Santa.

Could he bring her the family she’d always wanted?

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Born and raised in Northern Indiana, Krista now resides in Northern Lower Michigan.  She is married to a very supportive man who allows her to follow her true passion of writing and never complains when she is pirated away on her computer for hours.  He is excellent at bouncing ideas around with and even helps the occasional writers block.  He’s also a terrific “in house” editor.  Krista is also a mother of 4 ornery children who keep her plenty busy.  With an addition of 2 beautiful chocolate lab sisters and a playful kitty, there is never a dull or spare moment in her household.

Krista has always loved to read and would often sit up for hours into the night not able to put down a book until she was finished.  She still reads when she can but her main focus is creating her own stories to share with the world.

She loves to communicate with her readers so please feel free to drop her a line anytime.

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Shameless Saturday and Reviewers Needed

I’m having one of those days. The kind of day where I feel the need to self promote!

Winter’s Sweet Kiss paper copy is available for pre-order!  If you missed it, Winter’s Sweet Kiss is an anthology with my story, One in a Million Snowflakes.  Who’s excited?  ARCs (Advanced reader copies) are out too!  December 16th is the official release and I can’t wait.   Okay.  I am done.

Have an awesome weekend.


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Fun Fact Friday – Is It Really Stalking?

Santa Wears Leathers

Authors like to be stalked!  Well maybe not stalked by its definition, but we love exposure!  So when you see an author you like or even love, follow, follow, follow.  Then pass their name along.

Unfortunately most authors aren’t a household name.  It’s a goal though.

Today though, my own cyber stalking paid off.  I hosted and author who was doing a blog tour.  On one of her stops she had a drawing.  It was for a copy of her newest release.  Guess who won… this girl!  It’s starting to look a lot like Christmas!

So here’s to a happy Friday and winning contests. I can’t wait to read Santa Wore Leathers!

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Denise Moncrief’s Black Friday Mission and New Release

Happy Thanksgiving!  Well, for those in the USA.

To black Friday or not, that is the question.  It can down right be a nasty sport, just watch the news.  That won’t stop this Romantic Suspense author.   Denise Moncrief can be found on a mission this year.  This author lives on the edge-seriously. Black Friday should come with warning labels.

summer 2010 066_2_1Last year was the first time I’d ever done Black Friday beginning at midnight. It wasn’t quite what I Purgatory_w8162_750expected, but my daughter and I plan on doing it again. Only this year, we are going to be more deliberate about which stores we hit.

Help celebrate her new release!  Purgatory




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Five years ago, a tragic accident robbed Chris Smith of a normal life. Left with only a jagged scar, a set of wedding rings, and bits of memory—smells, sounds, and fleeting feelings—she copes with the loss of her identity. Amnesia has made her life a living purgatory…until she meets Steve West.

Steve’s construction company is remodeling the ski lifts in Purgatory, Colorado. However looking at Chris is seeing the face of his deceased wife. Now the truths he’d been forced to believe have him searching for answers.

Murder, deception and missing ransom money. Can Steve protect Chris…and prove she’s the wife he never believed dead before the killer tries again?


A swoosh of wind burst through the front door as a man entered the building. Dragging her attention away from the magazine, she turned to greet him. He hesitated for a fraction of a second as if to get his bearings before trudging through the lobby toward her. As soon as their eyes met, her words of welcome froze on her tongue and the pain began—flashes of light across her vision—tightness in her throat—intense, piercing sensations in her head. Panic and the desire to run soon followed.

She massaged her forehead, trying to rub away the stabbing pain that throbbed between her eyes, and then returned her attention to the man in front of her, pulling the computer keyboard toward her, determined to do her job despite the sudden fear gripping her insides.

She attempted her most professional tone. “Good morning. Welcome to the Inn at Purgatory. How can I help you?”

No response.

She glanced up at him. To her dismay, he presented all the indications of a panic attack. She recognized the signs well. His forehead glistened with tiny beads of sweat. The vein in his neck pulsed. Anxiety flashed in his eyes as he struggled with each new breath he took.

“Mister, are you all right?”

He braced against the counter and rubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah. It’s just…you look like someone I used to know.”

Chills ran down her spine. He wasn’t creepy, not in the least. On the contrary, she sensed an unmistakable connection to this stranger. She recoiled from the feeling, but nothing could have pried her eyes from his for a few brief, intense moments.


Denise Moncrief is a Southern girl, who’s lived in Louisiana all her life. And yes, she has a drawl. She’s been writing off and on since she was seventeen. She has a wonderful husband and two incredible children. They not only endure her writing moods, but also encourage her to indulge her passion.

She wrote her first “novel” when she was seventeen. It was seventeen handwritten pages on school-ruled paper and an obvious rip-off of the last romance novel she read. The urge to write wouldn’t let go of her. In her twenties, she started another novel, only to abandon it after Chapter Four or Five. She started writing seriously about eight years ago and has already published several stories.




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It’s Been Done Before

For the writers out there, something to think about. A published work that has gone out of print, or the rights have gone back to the author does not make it a new story.

Close your mouth. I know that has us all in shock. Or maybe not. It is good information for those contemplating independent publishing, small publishers, magazines, news articles, and even large publishers (although you probably have an agent there).

Before you hit that button that seals the deal on your story, make sure that you are 100% okay with it where it is. If you ever think you might want to change where it is published you need to think about this. Some publishers will reprint or republish a previously published work, but not all, or most actually.

Things that go against the grain are books with massive sales previously or news articles. There are always exceptions to rules. But with all the means of publishing these days and the reality that digital doesn’t always go away, it is a very real concern to worry about where you want your baby to go.

The Ultimate Revamp

 So you have a story.  So you have a story someone wants to buy.  So you had a story someone wanted to buy. 

 What happens when acquisitions occur or small publishers break down?  Rights are returned and stories begin to collect dust.  That seems logical. edits

 The thing is. There are a lot of authors who actually didn’t sit long at all.  They had marketable stories and were determined to find a new home.  Several of my stories were written for specific themes and therefore needed to be changed a little.  I am finally getting back on the wagon and doing just this.  I know too many authors that have had amazing success to give up now, and yes, they were where I was.

 What is my point?  If you have a story don’t give up.  Revamp things if you need to.  If you know someone valued it, the odds are someone else will do the same.  All things that are worth doing usually take a lot of work for the payoff.   Perk up and keep on trucking!

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Fun Fact Friday – So What if You’re a Best Seller

I’d tell you why I’m late on posting, but that isn’t’ a fun fact.  I will tell you though that I have been allowing some self doubt to creep into my mind lately and found today’s fact a little helpful.   doughnut

Who doesn’t know of Janet Evanovich?  If you don’t, then most likely you live in a cave.  Well, that or you just don’t read the genre’s she writes.  Either way.  She is a very successful author and a best seller.  Her first Stephanie Plum novel was made into a movie last year even.  What is my point?  Well, even she has two books that have never been published!  That’s right.  An author who has proven herself time and time again still has unpublished works that probably won’t see the light of day.

The fun fact of it all is that everyone has learning to do or editing.  No one’s stories are perfect out of the gate and just because a few stories get rejected doesn’t mean that ten won’t be accepted.  Keep writing if you are a writer.  Keep reading and telling the authors you love that you love them if you are a reader.  Write

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Fun Fact Friday – Katherine Scott Crawford and Her Path to Publication

Oh the labor of love.  That is how I feel right now – like I should be in labor and in love with the baby.  Alas he still isn’t here.

Katherine Scott Crawford knows how I feel, but rather with her debut novel.  She actually has a 3 year old little girl to help remind her of her long path from agent to release.  No her daughter isn’t the subject of the book or the reason the book was written. She was conceived and born all in the time it took for her book to hit the market!Smaller jpg color - web

Katherine has been kind enough to share her fun fact on her path to publication.  Stick with it to the end and find out how to support and where you can buy her novel Keowee Valley!  This weekend there is a special promotion on Amazon.  Her book is on sale for $1.99!!

The floor, or blog, is all yours! ***********

My road to the publication of Keowee Valley was at times smooth and sweet, and at others rocky and rough. Above all, it was long.

 It took me about two years to both research and write Keowee Valley. I spent about 6 to 8 months on research alone, because I’m a history dork and I wanted to the get the period (the 1760s) and the people (colonial South Carolinians, frontier settlers, the Cherokee Indians) right. After querying literary agents, I got a few offers of representation pretty quickly. I thought, “Alright! This will be a piece of cake!”

 Not exactly: it took my agent three years to find a publisher. Then, there were another 16 months of editing, copyediting, and the whole publication process. During that time I had some great things happen, like winning writing fellowships and giving birth to my daughter, now 3 years old. But there were also dark moments when I wondered if anyone was actually going to read the novel I’d put so much of my heart, soul, and time into. The whole process, from the time I started writing the novel to the time it was published in September 2012, took about 7 years! But in the end, in spite of all those years of wishing and wondering—and with a few more eye wrinkles—it was most definitely worth the wait.



Katherine Scott Crawford was born and raised in the blue hills of the South Carolina Upcountry, the history and setting of which inspired Keowee Valley. Winner of a North Carolina Arts Award, she is a former newspaper reporter and outdoor educator, a college English teacher, and an avid hiker. She lives with her family in the mountains of Western North Carolina, where she tries to resist the siren call of her passport as she works on her next novel. Visit her website at for more information, or to connect with her via Facebook and at her blog, The Writing Scott.



My story begins before the fall, in that Indian summer time when the hills are tipped with oncoming gold, and the light hangs just above the trees, dotting the Blue Ridge with gilded freckles. The mornings and the evenings are cool, but it is the mornings I remember most: waking before the men, wrapping a shawl around my shoulders and slipping out through the fields, the dry grass crunching beneath my boots. Drifting down from Tomassee Knob the mist would spread over the Keowee Valley in a great, rivering pool of gray, the sun rising in the east flecking the horses’ breath—suspended in the air before their nostrils—with slivers of shine. It was then the whole world was quiet, no crows eating my corn, the peacefulness not even broken by the bay of some wolf on the ridge, calling to the still-lit moon in the western sky. The whole world was silent then, and the Blue Ridge breathed beneath the deep purple earth. I thought I could feel it, a great heart beating in the wilderness.

He came to me in the morning. I had crossed the north fields and made my way to the creek at the edge of the forest to check on the last of the Solomon’s Seals I’d watched cling to the embankment in the final days of summer. Ferns reaching the height of my elbows billowed out from the ground, spreading for what looked like miles. The smell of sap emanated from fallen pines where woodpeckers searched for tiny bugs and snakes lay still in the cool undergrowth. Every once in a while a squirrel or rabbit leapt from its camouflaged hiding place, skirting the path I walked.

Coals from a recent fire smoldered black in a pile a few yards from a bend in the creek, and I looked up and farther into the woods, wondering if a Cherokee scout or perhaps a trapper had decided to take his rest on our land. But the woods were eerily still, and not a bird sang nor cricket chirped. There was no movement except for the creek itself, bubbling up against a tiny dam made by runaway branches, cane and weeds. My eyes came to rest

across the creek on shadows at the bottom of an enormous oak. Suddenly, the shadows shifted, and the shape of a man stepped forward, seeming to emerge seamlessly from the trunk, his feet making no sound in the leaves.

The breath caught in a knot in my throat, and I placed a hand there, the other fumbling in my skirts for the lady’s flintlock I’d been given. He walked closer, still without sound, and stood watching me from the edge of the creek bed. I pulled the pistol from its hold, pointing it unsteadily at the stranger.

“Come no closer,” I ordered, the words tumbling awkwardly off my tongue and echoing softly in the small dip of valley.

He raised his head, eyes emerging from beneath the brim of a battered fa

rmer’s hat. Across that creek they looked as green to me as moss growing on boulders in the water. His hair was long, the fawn color of a well-worn leather saddle, and the ends were tipped with the same pale blond that streaked through the rest, like he’d dipped his head in white paint. He looked like a white man turned savage, with his moccasin-laced boots and dirty, fringed deerskin shirt, a beaded strap crossing his chest, holding a hatchet and musket on his back. He did not speak, just looked at me from under that hat, shadows cast high on his cheekbones and the solid line of his jaw. The creek gurgling and my breathing were the only sounds. Soon, I knew, the settlement would awake, and the animals would need to be fed, the horses let to pasture.

Surely someone would notice I was missing.

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It was the first time he had come to me, but it would not be the last. And though my story ends with him, he did not cause it to begin. I did that, on a midsummer day in the year of our Lord 1768, in the twenty-fifth year of my youth.

Chapter 1

I was an unlikely adventurer, at least by all appearances. I knew what the people of Charlestown saw when they looked at me: a wealthy woman clad in the new fashions, small of stature but possessed of an unruly mane of yellow hair that made me seem taller—a bluestocking with a well-worn volume forever in hand, one who looked out at the world from a pair of disconcertingly direct blue eyes. The ladies, especially, would whisper “orphan,” and allow that the early demise of my parents could be reason enough for a man such as my grandfather to keep me a spinster at age twenty-five. The gentlemen viewed my person with vague calculation, surely wondering just how much—as the sole granddaughter of Campbell MacFadden, Esquire, heir by marriage to a profitable rice plantation—I was worth. And so when the trapper arrived in the hour before dawn, smelling of wood smoke and the sweat of a hard ride, I was ready: ready to abandon Charlestown and my life there, to shutter permanently those judging, prying eyes.

It was the banging on the door that woke me, more than the shouting. On the peninsula, banging on doors in the wee hours nearly always meant one of two things: a slave uprising, or a fire. On Tradd Street alone there had been three devastating fires the past year, conflagrations that destroyed entire blocks, and I threw off the covers and rounded my bed in moments, pulling a stout case from beneath my desk and dumping the contents of my drawers—papers, pamphlets, quills, stoppered inkpot—as quickly as I could. I heard Grandfather’s footfall on the stairs outside my bedroom door, his step bounding and spry.

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 I’m excited to announce that Keowee Valley will be on sale for only $1.99 at the Amazon Kindle Store, this Friday, March 22 through 7 p.m. Monday, March 25th! If you’ve got reader-friends or family looking for a new read, I hope you’ll share the news.
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