Sunday, February 12, 2012

Hearts And Flowers, Romance And Lovers, Wine and Chocolate

Love is in the air as we approach Valentine's Day. Hearts and flowers, chocolates and cheesecake, wine and song....however we celebrate the day, it's almost here. Now as a romance author (and of course a reader of romance) it's one of my favorite seasons.

As part of the long awaited With Love Valentine's Day Blog Hop, I've got prizes to giveaway, excerpts to share from my newest release, my upcoming releasea and all my novels. But don't stop here - head on out and around to the hundreds of other stops on the hop for more chances to win. The number of prizes is incredible and some of the prize offerings are just amazing.

Winner from day one of my daily prizes (A full set - all four novels - of my Love Covenant series - will be going out to kaylyndavis1986 sometime Sunday morning)

Check them all out at The BlogHopSpot event page for the With Love Valentine's Day Blog Hop:

I'm offering up one grand prize to be given away at the end of the hop - an eBook edition of my new contemporary Valentine's Day themed romance, A Patient Heart and a print copy of Love Never Fails but I'm also giving away daily prizes each day of the hop.

Today I thought I'd offer up some more daily prizes.  Anyone who comments is automatically entered in both the daily drawing and the end of blog prize giveaway too!

So here's what I'm giving away today - a PDF copy of Witness Protection Program, my second Rebel Ink Press title, a PDF copy of Kinfolk, my first Champagne Books title, a PDF copy of A Time To Love, my second Champagne title and my first time travel, and a PDF copy of Wolfe's Lady, my very first release, a paranormal romance from Evernight Publishing.

And here's some excerpts for fun - the first from Kinfolk, and the second from my new release due out next week, another time travel, In Love's Own Time from Rebel Ink Press:

 Kinfolk Blurb:

When Katherine Vaughn flees California, she returns home to her native Arkansas, a place she barely remembers. As she settles in at the family farm with her aunt, she finds herself growing closer to her late cousin's husband, Ben Hatfield. Ben is a lot more than the country bumpkin she first takes him to be and when the men who threatened her follow her to Arkansas he will rely on his skills as a former Navy SEAL to protect her.
As their feelings toward one another grow, so does the danger and in the end, it’s anyone’s guess what will happen or if anyone will be safe.
Katherine’s life is in jeopardy as she wonders if there is any hope left in her heart.
Kinfolk is a novel about the power of love and the strength of family ties


As he had waited hours to do, he devoured her mouth with his, desire

flooding his veins. His kiss was an unspoken question, an invitation and as

her body surged toward him, he felt her answer. A living force spun between

them and drew them together. His hands moved over her shoulders in a

caress then dropped to her breasts, nothing but flannel separating them from

his touch. She moved with somnolent pleasure and pulled the gown over her

head. It fell to the floor and he kicked it away as her hands moved over his

torso, her fingers unbuttoned his shirt. He stripped away his jeans and

stepped out of his boots.

His hands explored her body as his mouth sought hers again and

again. In tandem, they sank to the rug that covered the floor and without

restraint he plunged into her with powerful need. Her legs wrapped around

his body and together their passion spiraled toward a climax that shattered

them both. Spent, they lay together on the rug. He nuzzled her lips, her nose,

her cheeks, and her neck. He heard her whispers, the soft endearments

mingling with tiny sounds of pleasure. Only the fear that Ruby might come

downstairs and find them spurred him to sit up. He groped for his scattered

clothing and dressed.

Still naked, Katherine stood before him. She buried her head against

his chest and sighed, a rich, full sound of contentment.

“You must be really hungry now.”

Laughter bubbled up within and he nodded. At the crook of her

finger, he followed and ate three thick sandwiches. Her wide smiles gave him

joy each time he looked at her, now clad in her gown. He would not

remember later what they talked about but he would recall the laughter. After

a shared piece of cake, he reminded her that he had to go and she nodded as

her smile faded.

“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, honey, but I like it.” He

rubbed his chin against the top of her head. With the slightest inclination,

he’d have her on the floor again but he had heard the floorboards creak

upstairs and restrained his urge. “It’s late and you must be tired.”

“Good night Ben. Sweet dreams.”

No dream could be sweeter than what had happened between them

but he nodded. “Sleep well, Katy.”

He watched her mount the stairs, the nightgown swishing against her

leg, and his desire hardened. At the landing, she looked down and blew a kiss

with her fingers. He mimed catching it and put his hand against his heart.

With slow steps he exited and walked home, his truck still parked at the side

of the house. It never occurred to him to drive as he moved through the quiet

night pastures, emotionally involved in a way he had never dreamed could
happen again.

In Love's Own Time


There may be no place like home and nothing like love…..when history teacher Lillian Dorsey inherits a three story Edwardian brick mansion from the grandfather who banished her pregnant mother decades before, it’s a no brainer.  She’ll visit the place, see it and sell it.  Instead Lillian’s captivated by the beautiful home and intrigued by the ghost of the original owner, Howard Speakman.  Soon she’s flirting with the charming, witty gentleman who’s been dead for more than a century and before long, they admit it’s a mutual attraction.  Still, when she’s alive and he’s dead, any shot at being together seems impossible.

But where there’s a will, there’s a way….one afternoon while pretending to visit the past the impossible becomes a brief reality.  If they visited 1904 before, Lillian knows they can do it again and if so, she can prevent Howard’s untimely death.  With a combination of love, powerful hope, and stubborn will, Lillian bends time to her will and returns to the summer of 1904.  But Howard’s death looms ahead and if she’s to find a happy ending, she must save him from his original death.

 Lillian traced the sound through the downstairs rooms until she knew the music came from what she called the second parlor, the room with a piano. Someone was playing the old upright, someone whose fingers danced across the keys with skill. Music rose in bright crescendo with the power of live music, never recorded or played back. At such close range, she recognized the tune as The Entertainer. Although she knew it only from The Sting, Lillian recognized it as the old Scott Joplin tune.
            For the first time since entering the house, the door to the second parlor wasn’t open. Outrage at such intrusive chutzpah overrode her curiosity and she pushed open the door with such force it banged the wall. Despite the sound, the man seated at the piano didn’t stop playing but continue to move his fingers across the keys. He didn’t turn around, either, or act aware of her presence until she said,
            “What are you doing in my house?”
            The words came out shrill but it was anger, not fear elevating the level of her voice.   She’d not yet seen his face but he heard her because he stopped playing and silence rose like swift floodwaters in the room.
               Before he turned, she realized something very odd about her uninvited guest. His clothing was outdated; a heavy wool suit, dark brown, with high waisted trousers beneath a coat cut in an old-fashioned style. I do believe he’s wearing what they call a sack suit, Lillian thought, but where did he get it and why is he dressed up like 1900?
            “Forgive me, dear lady.” His voice was strong, deep, with a hint of sweetness, and brown like aged root beer. “Let me introduce myself since there’s no one here to make proper introductions. I’m Howard Speakman and this is my house. I built it.”
            Being speechless was a rare experience for Lillian but for the third time in her life, she stared and couldn’t find anything to say. As she grasped to find the right words, she studied him.  His light brown hair was short, parted in the middle in a way she’d not seen since Buster Brown and for a long moment, she thought she’d come face to face with her mother’s ghost. Reality kicked in, however, and she laughed.
            “Is this a joke? It isn’t funny at all. Did you think you could scare me in a moth eaten old suit from an antique store?”
            “I assure you, it’s no joke. I’m Howard Speakman and this is my house. I planned it, I built it and lived it until I died in March, 1905.”
            The letters stopped then, Lillian realized and the name he gave was the one written in the books upstairs. As a non-believer, her notion of what a ghost might look like was vague but she rationalized a decent ghost would be transparent if not all white or maybe glowing.  Howard was his name was none of those things; he looked as solid as she was, his skin tone resonated color, and she would swear she could smell his cologne or soap. His eyes were the rich blue of a Willow Ware platter and he looked back at her with what seemed to be intelligence and life. Besides, if he was flesh and not spirit, he was attractive in a rugged, Western hero sort of way. Too many thoughts whirled through her brain like a sudden windstorm and she sat down on a brocade-covered chair.
            “You can’t be a ghost.” Her voice sounded weak and squeaky. “I don’t believe in ghosts.”
            “I assure you I’m indeed a ghost.” His lips curled into a wry grin as he spoke as if even he found the idea ludicrous. “Or, if not a ghost per se, then at least I’m quite dead.”
            Howard shook his head.” I wish it was and I could just walk out the door. I can’t and as much as I love Seven Oaks, more than a hundred years wandering through the rooms, frightening the occasional child ceased to be fun some time ago. I’m a farmer and I miss the outdoors. I’d almost sell my soul to feel sunshine beating down on my back or work the dirt with my hands again.”
            He made the impossible seem within reach with his calm words and steady gaze. His diction and the words he used were as out of date as his suit. If he was an actor, then he was skilled at his craft but somehow, no matter how unlikely it was, he came across as genuine.
            “I don’t understand how it’s possible,” Lillian said, choking on the words opening her mental door a crack to paranormal possibilities. “Look, I don’t know what to say or think but I’m Lillian Dorsey, Charles David’s granddaughter. He left me Seven Oaks.”
            “I’m charmed to make your acquaintance, Miss Dorsey.” Howard stood and bowed from the waist with grace. “Are you Sylvia’s child or Monica’s?”


  1. Fabulous excerpt. Count me in on this drawing! Heh. Very nice indeed.

  2. Thanks for picking me. I can't wait to read them! lol Happy Valentine's Day!

  3. count me in ur a new to me author and they all sound awesome ty for the chance and congrats kaylyn


  4. Thanks for the awesome giveaway! Happy Valentines Day!

  5. Hi LeeAnne,
    thank you so much for the chance at such a great giveaway.
    i have both Witness Protection and Kinfolk and i love them. i have read them several times and each time i find something new that touches me.

    i would love to win a copy of "A Time To Love or Wolfe's Lady".

    I Hope you have a Happy V-Day also, thank you again and enjoy the rest of your weekend.

    tammy ramey

  6. Happy Valentine's Day !

    Love the excerpt! Can't wait to read more !

    Thanks for being a part of such a great hop!

    mimirose41209 at hotmail dot com

  7. Thanks for the excerpt! I love exploring about authors new to me.
    Thanks!! I will be reading this one!

  8. What wonderful blurbs and excerpts! Thank you sharing and for the great giveaway! Happy Valentines!


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