SALE…SALE…SALE

BoCreatures of the Moon_cvr.inddth of my novels are for sale this month on Amazon.  $1.99.

Creatures of the Moon was first published July of last year.  My first novel’s birthday!

If you haven’t already picked up your eBook you can follow this link and download either one of my books now.  If you have an iPod or iPhone, don’t worry you can download the kindle app for free at iTunes.  You don’t have to feel left out if you don’t have a device, Amazon also has an eReader for your computer.

If you prefer real books–I must admit, I still do–both books are available in paperback.Once Upon a Couch

While my books are a great value at any time, Crimson Romance, has decided to offer all Crimson Romance books for $1.99 for the entire month of July!  So after you’re done enjoying my novels, take a look at some of the other great titles they have to offer.

I don’t normally post what could be construed as an advertisement, but I would hate for you to miss out on a great deal.

Happy Reading!

Pink

I’m not talking about the singer–though I love her stuff–I mean the color. Pink. All over my head.Cotton Candy

This year I’ve taken to coloring my hair. For my anniversary, in February, I went blonde. It was a difficult change. I had to muster all of my courage. Then it was very difficult to get use to. I’ve been a brunette of one shade or another for all of my life. When I looked in the mirror, it wasn’t me. As the months passed I came to enjoy the blonde. The reason why they have more fun is because they get tons of positive attention. I had more come hither smiles from men in the five months I was blonde than I ever did as a brunette.

After I found the courage to go blonde, Hubby mentioned how he would be interested to see what I would look like as a redhead. To be honest, I was a little curious too. I picked up the stuff and did my hair for father’s day. I chose the wrong dye. The directions said rinse until the water runs clear. I kept rinsing and it kept coming out. Then, instead of the deep raspberry my hair should have been it was pink cotton candy with streaks of the old blonde with brunette roots. Ack!

Upside? Hubby thinks it’s cute and doesn’t want me to change it. Unfortunately, that is also the downside. I’ve got cotton candy on my head for Pete’s sake. When he actually caught me pouting (I haven’t pouted since I was ten) he said for me to do whatever I had to so I could be happy.

At least I work from home; otherwise I would have to call in sick until this is resolved. The day job would have an absolute bird.

The problem now? I have to go out in public to get the stuff to fix it. Do I wear the insanity proudly or do I put it in a bun and wear a ball cap?

Did you see that?

My son graduated this past Saturday. Yes, I’m the mother of a high school graduate. No, I didn’t have him when I was twelve. I just look that good.Cap

We’ve struggled with grades this year. He got a part time job at the beginning of the year and I think that took away the energy and time he would have used for studying. If I had it to do over again would I forbid him to work…no, but perhaps I would have insisted he wait a month or two until his grades were higher.

But, despite the job and other distractions, he passed. Our family spent Saturday morning at his commencement. The valedictorian won national awards for the debate team, and his speech was inspirational. So much so, I wish it were on you tube so I could share it with you.

 
A strange thing happened to me while we waited for the ceremony to begin.

 
We arrived at the school at 8:00 am. The ceremony didn’t start until 10:00, but my son wanted to be sure we got the best seats.
The gymnasium has a stage in it and was decorated beautifully. Chairs were set upon the stage to hold the graduating class. All ninety of them. In front of the stage were row upon row of chairs. Some reserved for the school board, some for guest speakers, and some for the press. Our family sat directly behind the school board, on the proper side to see my son’s face as he walked across the stage.

 
Eventually, people started filling in. At 9:00 they really began to arrive. Quite a few would stand at the front near us with their hands on their hips and loudly lament that they missed the “good seats.” (It pays to get there extremely early.) On our row, there was another family on the other end, which left two seats between us and the family next to us. Most other groups had over five and therefore no use for our two seats.

 
About 9:30 a man come up the row behind me. He leaned down into my field of vision and asked, “Is this seat taken?”

 
I gestured toward the chair next to me. “No, it’s all yours.”

 
“Thanks,” he said. Then he griped the seat, lifted it over his head, and walked away with it.

 
The woman from the other family on my row, whom I’d been chatting with, blinked a few times. “I guess he took you literally.”

 
Of course, I immediately wrote it down. As I’ve said before, sometimes real life is where awesome stories are born.  I think my husband, mother-in-law, and daughter laughed more at me than they did at him.

Have you ever been so surprised by someone’s actions you have to look around to be sure others saw it too?

Once Upon a Couch RELEASE DAY!!

 

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

 

Today is Once Upon a Couch’s release day! Happy birthday to my light paranormal romance, may you transport many readers to the town of Villa Hollow.

And now, the very last excerpt. This client, Amanda, is the one that turns Josie’s world upside-down. Josie’s first impression of Amanda certainly isn’t the most normal.

After closing the front door behind George, she turned to find Amanda on all fours sniffing the sofa cushions. Okay, sure. A perverse part of her wanted to wait to observe what the woman would do next. Unfortunately, the professional side said, “Excuse me.”

Amanda lifted her head and sniffed.

“Did you still want to talk?” Josie asked.

Amanda rose from the floor, her head tilted to one side. The hem of her skirt had hiked up to reveal about three inches of slip, and one of her shoes lay discarded on the floor behind her.

“Amanda?”

She sniffed again and tilted her head the other way.

“Amanda.” Josie spoke louder. She could be having a seizure. “Amanda.”

Her eyes refocused, and she seemed to wake. “Sorry, I blanked out there for a minute,” she said, smoothing her skirt and retrieving her shoe. “Are you ready for me now?”

“Yes, please go on in. I’ll get the paperwork.” Josie retrieved the clipboard and flipped through the pages.

Amanda worked as a real estate agent and lived alone. In the space where clients could list issues they wanted to work on, she’d started to write, but after the first few words, I think I may have, the pen trailed off the page. Apparently, around that time, she’d begun to sniff the furniture.

This is it.  The last day of our Share and Retweet drive.  So share and tweet this post to get the word out.  You have until midnight tonight to spread the word!  Tomorrow I will post the winner of our gift basket giveaway.

 

Day 7 – Share and Retweet drive – Meet client #2

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

It’s a little late in the day, but there’s a little bit of work getting ready for release day.

The second client I would like you to meet is a little more normal than the one we met yesterday.  Though he has a bit more anxiety and his name is slightly awkward.  Without further ado:

“Welcome.” She smiled and took the clipboard. “All right, Mr. Thehob, how can I help you?”

As he settled to the couch, his forehead creased and eyes closed. “The Hob.”

“I’m sorry.” Did he say the? Her stomach sank. This wasn’t going to be a normal session either. Good grief.

“My name; it’s George the Hob.”

Oh rats, he did say the. Should she call him Mr. Hob? “I’ve never met someone with a name like yours before. How would you like me to address you?”

His face smoothed, and for the first time since she met him, he stopped rocking. “George. Thank you for asking.”

Encouraged, she continued. “George, why don’t you start by telling me what brought you here today?”

He stood and began to pace in front of her desk, from the door on one side to the draped window on the other. “The problem is I’m not always pleasant. People will do something stupid or say something stupid, and I just lose my cool.”

“Everyone loses their cool, George.”

“No, not everyone. Not a Hob.” Step, step, step to the window. “I’m different. Sometimes, I don’t want to smile.” Step, step, step to the door. “I can’t be happy all the time. I’m supposed to be, I just can’t. Sometimes they call me hobgoblin.”

She glanced at her notepad. If she watched George too long, she’d need a Dramamine.   “You say you’re supposed to be happy,” she said, sidestepping the nickname. “Who says what you’re supposed to be?”

 

Time to retweet and share.  Time’s running out to qualify for the drawing!  Spread the word!

Day 6 – Share and Retweet drive – gift basket giveaway (meet client #1)

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

Where would a psychiatrist be without patients? But what if the client is nocturnal?  Most doctors don’t have hours after dark.  This scene has Josie being awakened from a dream by her would-be client.

“Doctor.” The man reached a hand toward her. “Doctor, I need to talk to you.” Hoarse and husky, the whisper intruded on her dream.  It faded, and she became aware of her bed around her, the sheets on her skin and a hand on her shoulder.

Fully awake, she jumped and searched for the lamp on the bedside table. With a click, its amber glow illuminated the room and the man standing by her closet.

“What?” She scrambled and crouched on her pillow. All at once, she smelled charred flesh and remembered the man from the deli the previous afternoon. “You?”

“Yes, Doctor, my name is Jared. Please, you must help me.”

“What are you doing here? You can’t just come into someone’s house, into their bedroom.” She grabbed the portable phone from the receiver on her nightstand. “My bedroom.”

“I need your help.” He backed up and sat in the little recliner situated in the corner of her bedroom. With the drape pulled shut, not even light from the street lamps filtered in.

His face was clean-shaven and pale, except for red welts where burned skin had healed. He dressed in black jeans and a black hoodie sweatshirt. His wide eyes and half-open mouth made him appear sincere. Clasping his hands on his lap, he leaned forward earnestly.

He was compelling. So compelling she wanted to climb out of bed and onto his lap. Or come closer. He really should come a little closer. She eased off the pillow and pushed her hair back. He should see her neck. She had a very nice neck. “Anything you want,” she breathed.

“Oh, damn, I thought being a doctor…” He raised the hood of his sweatshirt, removed a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, and slipped them over his eyes.

Those beautiful eyes lost to her, she wanted to weep.

It took another moment before she realized she had dressed for bed, a T-shirt and no bra.  Incredibly uncomfortable, she pulled the comforter up to her chin. “What sort of help?” she asked.

“I’m a vampire.”

Does she believe him?  Why would a vampire need a psychiatrist?  You can pre-order Once Upon a Couch here and find out.

There are only two days left to share and tweet and earn entries into my gift basket giveaway!

Day 5 – Share and Retweet drive – gift basket giveaway (the garage)

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

In Josie’s new town she encounters more than a little strangeness.  Over the next few days I’ll give you a peek.  Today’s excerpt highlight’s Josie’s garage.  I love this garage!  When I was growing up, my Uncle Ray and Aunt Lynn had an attic  with similar qualities, so you know it had to end up in my book.

In this scene Josie is looking for a way to extract her ex-boyfriend from her porch.

({Grins} No, I’m not going to explain more than that.)

Carefully she stepped around him and made her way across the driveway to the detached garage.

It was a dilapidated structure. She’d expected to tear it down once the inspector condemned it, but the garage had passed examination with flying colors. It smelled like paint, motor oil and fresh cut wood. Too bad it looked like termite spit and wishful thinking held the walls together. Wooden shingles that encased the structure had been whitewashed several times, but dark green paint bled through, giving the structure a streaky, stubborn look. Its roof was warped and its windows cracked, but like an obstinate old man, it stood the test of time. She loved her garage. It was a treasure trove.

Inside, she found every kind of tool she could ever want. Everything she could ever need. When she first moved into the house, she came out hoping for yard equipment to get the front looking nice. She found a canvas apron with hand tools and a lovely push mower. It took a weekend, but the front of the house now looked manicured and fresh. When she started painting the office spaces, she hoped to find brushes and rollers. After moving a few wooden milk crates, she found exactly what she needed.

Perhaps one day she’d come out and organize the piles of stuff in here, but the idea of a magic garage tickled her so much she couldn’t bring herself to rearrange.

This time she needed a stepstool. She flicked on the light and scanned the stacks. Nothing. Glancing up, she found a large extension ladder perfect for getting onto the roof, but not for getting her newly ex-boyfriend out of her porch. Darn. Maybe Meranda would have something.

As she turned, she found exactly what she needed. Against the front, a blue three-step ladder peeked out from around a stack of snow tires. “Thank you,” she said and removed the ladder. Why did she thank the garage? Why not? It had what she needed.

Do you want to know what’s up with the garage? Do you want to know how he got into her porch?  Of course you do.  :)  Lucky for you, on Monday, December 10, the wait will be over.  You can pre-order your eBook copy of Once Upon a Couch here.

Have you liked our week of excerpts so far?  Good!  Stay tuned!  Over the next three days you will have an opportunity to meet three of Josie’s clients.  Make sure to share this post with your friends so they don’t miss out!

 

Day 4 – Share and Like drive (meet the antagonist)

We’ve had a great response to the excerpts.  The word is spreading!!

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

Let’s continue the momentum by meeting the one of the antagonists.

“If you don’t stop harassing the paranormal shops, John, we’re going to have to have words.” This wasn’t the first time John Nansemond tried to persuade the prominent citizens of the paranormal community to out the others who wished to remain quiet.

Alex’s family was one of the prominent ones.  His mother maintained a hand in local politics even after her term on the council had ended.  More than once she’d thwarted identification legislation proposed by the Coalition Against Paranormal People, or CAPP as they preferred to be called.

The telepathic ability Alex inherited from his mother had come in handy on more than one occasion. People in stressful conditions, such as encountering a curious police officer, inevitably thought about the crimes they were committing.  Like now all John Nansemond could think about was the shops he’d already visited today. He’d left Mrs. McCarthy, the seamstress, in tears.  She would be Alex’s next stop.

“We have a right to know who we’re associating with,” John protested.

“You want anyone from a paranormal family to wear a scarlet “P” on their chest.”

“It doesn’t have to be red.”

“No, John. No.” Alex pulled out his cuffs and waved them in front of John’s nose. “If I catch you at it again, you get to wear these and you’ll spend the night in jail. You’re welcome to bring it up at the next town meeting. See how far you get.”

“I might just do that.” As John strode away, he pulled out his cell phone.

Alex climbed into his vehicle and made the report. The coalition had to keep stirring up trouble. They wouldn’t stop until every paranormal person was either marked and coded or run out of town. People got riled up over things they didn’t understand all the time. As frustrating as it was, he couldn’t allow it to rile him up as well.

He watched from his car as Josie left All Natural and entered Mama’s Deli. Although she hadn’t committed any crime he was aware of, the woman shouted her thoughts every second of every day. Proximity made no difference. It was as if his brain was constantly tuned to the Josie Lester channel. He knew her every thought, need, and desire. Very often, his own thoughts mingled with hers and he’d daydream. He hadn’t daydreamed since he was ten.

She lived in the old Healey place. The others at the station had a pool on when she’d leave town. Most of the residents of that house didn’t last long.

Alex chose not to participate in the betting. He wouldn’t put money on the new doctor leaving. From what he’d heard of her thoughts, she was made of stubborn stuff.

He messaged Amelia he was on a break. Meditation might be the only answer. He wouldn’t be much use if he continued to allow the good doctor’s every stray thought to invade his mind like this.

Oh.  Who did John call?  Will Alex be able to get Josie out of his mind?

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Day 2 of our Share and Retweet drive – Giveaway

This is day two of our drive to get the word out for my light paranormal romance Once Upon a Couch that releases on December 10, 2012!

Now that you’ve met our heroine, it’s time to meet our hero.  In this scene our heroine is attempting to unpack when there’s a knock at the door…guess who

 

She had managed to get her front rooms set up and decorated in two days. Thanks to the door separating the front of the house from the back, no clients would see the stacks of boxes she had piled in the large room, which served as both eat-in kitchen and living room. The bedrooms were upstairs and she had only unpacked enough to set up a bed and bathroom. She’d get the rest of the house done eventually, but unpacking was a process.

She pulled up another box when a knock sounded at the door. Another client? She dropped her scissors and tried to step over the pile in front of her. In her hurry, her toe caught on the edge and her collection of CDs cascaded across the floor. Rats. Crap.

Grabbing the shoes she’d slipped off, she bolted for the front of the house. She closed the partition door behind her as she scurried.

A quick glance into a small mirror on the wall in the foyer to be sure she was presentable. She straightened her pale peach blouse. The eyeliner chosen to accent her brown eyes hadn’t smudged. She smoothed her recently highlighted brown hair and quickly reset the combs that held it back. Professional. Competent.

Pulling open the door revealed the same policeman she had seen earlier.  No evidence of the dog.

“Hello.” She stepped back so he could enter. Wow, he was cuter up close. A few inches taller than she. She caught the faint scent of leather and spice as he stepped into the foyer. It took a moment for her to say, “I’m Dr. Lester. What can I do for you?”

“Sheriff Holmes.” He removed his hat and glanced around. “Only you? Most doctors’ offices have at least one support staff.”

She had to be a professional. He could be here for counseling. No need to tell him that she couldn’t afford more than one phone line either. “Only me for now. I’ll be placing an ad soon.”

He nodded. “Once business picks up and you can afford it.”

Was she so transparent? “How can I help you today, Sheriff?”

He strolled into the waiting room. Everything seemed to interest him. He studied the paintings, the curtains and even considered the couch a moment before turning to meet her gaze again.

At a distance this morning, she had the liberty of enjoying the view of his obviously well toned body in his incredibly sexy uniform. For some reason, his magnetism up close made her uncomfortable. It might have had something to do with his intense green eyes. She stepped to the side of an easy chair and placed her hands on the back of it, both as support for her weak knees and to keep from leaning in too close. What’s wrong with me?

 “So what prompted you to set up shop here? Do you have family or friends that live in town?” he asked.

“My college roommate, Meranda, grew up here. She talked about it so much that when it came time to start my practice, I couldn’t think of a better place. Plus there was a trust for the women of my family, and the paperwork that the lawyer—”

“Conrad Wingate. Tiny guy, talks a mile a minute.”

“Yes, that’s him. He said that I would only get the money for college when I’d kept my practice here in town for a year. Not a terrible compromise.” She wanted to expand on how exciting, nerve-racking and borderline terrifying it was starting a business. How her mother disapproved and started the silent treatment the day she moved her things into this house. She wanted to tell him everything, but she controlled herself. No need to frighten the poor sheriff.

Okay ladies and gents, its time to share and retweet this entry for your chance to score one of two giftbaskets that I’ll be giving away!

Last week we named my December 10th release.

In 2010 I wrote a light paranormal novel that was recently picked up by Crimson Romance.  It is the first in a series that follows a psychiatrist who opens her practice in a normal quiet town.   She soon realizes that the town is anything but normal.

While I was writing I needed something to call it.  So after ten minutes or so a name materialized.  I didn’t like it really, but it stuck.  Over the year that I worked on the story and then while I pitched it to agents and editors, I grew accustomed to referring to it by the working title.

I asked about the title last week and my wonderful editor said that it would probably be best to change it.  I’ll admit, I panicked a little.  I couldn’t seem to come up with anything else to call it.  Nothing seemed right.  So, I called my friends and parents and begged them to help me brainstorm ideas.  They came through.  They always do.

Not only does this book now have a title, but we named the series as well.  Now, I just have to get used to referring to it as such.  So…

On December 10, 2012, Crimson Romance will release Kristine Overbrook’s second novel.  A humorous paranormal romance named, Once Upon a Couch.  Book One of the Paranormal Practice Series.