Cover Reveal: VERSIONS by Megan Mitcham

Versions

Versions – Blacklist Novella 1

The truth doesn’t have versions. Or does it?

Rin Lee covered her childhood in dirt and danced on its grave. Only she pranced a little too hard and spent her young-adult life tiptoeing the straight and narrow. Things finally paid off in the form of a job with the Department of Defense, a home of her own, and a boyfriend muscled enough he put Zach Efron to shame. Until one text reveals a hideous truth that splinters her world.

Suddenly she can’t trust Nate or their surrogate family of friends. Can she possibly trust Luck—the man who mirrors her soul, scares her beyond the neat confines she’s erected around herself, and makes her scrutinize the versions she’s always been too angry to see?

Luck turned to the streets out of necessity, while Rin slapped on blinders and ignored those willing to help her. A stupid move for a sultry young woman. But the skills she learned in the rough and tumble underbelly of DC will serve his latest assignment well. Because people like them have the instinct to survive.

 
KINDLE EXCLUSIVE – DECEMBER 1, 2014
AVAILABLE EVERYWHERE – MARCH 1, 2014
 
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About the Author:

Megan Mitcham was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor’s degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and began working for an international non-profit organization as an instructor and co-director.

In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!

Megan lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens heart pounding romantic thriller novels and window steaming erotic romance. For sneak peeks and giveaways sign up for her newsletter at www.meganmitcham.com. You can also follow her on FacebookTwitterPinterest & Goodreads!

 

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Part 2: My interview @ArkansasAuthors

ArkAuth_200x210-e1381530878376Part two of my interview at Arkansas Authors is up today. This section covers my writing space, authors I admire and read, my advice to writers, favorite quotes and an excerpt from my recent release, Sunset Beach Sizzle.

I’m responding to reader questions, so come on over and chat with me.

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Part 1: My interview today @ArkansasAuthors

ArkAuth_200x210-e1381530878376Part one of my interview at Arkansas Authors is up today. This first batch of interview questions concerns my journey to publication and eventually indie publishing as well as my recent release, Sunset Beach Sizzle.

I’m responding to reader questions, so come on over and chat with me.

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Home for Christmas #Free, My gift to you!

Home For Christmas WEBSITE USE-aEmbrace the heart-warming story of Joseph and Danni’s second chance at love with Home for Christmas, my free short story and sampler e-book.

I’m happy to say that Amazon has finally price matched this book and made it free as well. Yay!

Home for Christmas is available at these and other fine retailers:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Home-Christmas…/dp/B00GYP9F6K
B/N: http://tinyurl.com/H4C-B-N
ARe: http://tinyurl.com/H4C-ARe
Kobo: http://tinyurl.com/H4C-Kobo
iBooks: http://tinyurl.com/H4C-iTunes
Smashwds: http://tinyurl.com/H4Cmas-SWds

Happy reading!

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Little Boxes by Celia J Anderson #giveaway

I’m honored to introduce to my blog followers author Celia J Anderson and her new contemporary romance novel, Little Boxes as part of her blog tour.

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Talking of boxes, on this promotion tour for Little Boxes release, I’m going retro – all the way back to Forest Gump talking about life being ‘like a box of chocolates’.

If you were faced with a massive choice of your favourites, which would you eat first? There’s an old quote from Jilly Cooper that I always loved from the days before her blockbusters when she wrote much shorter books, such as Prudence, Octavia and Imogen. I loved those early stories, and it’s driving me nuts which one had the line linking choosing your man to picking a sweetie, something about holding out for the coffee creams. Well, I would do just that. Coffee creams are my all time favourite chocolate.

In Little Boxes, Tom is the coffee cream – dark chocolate, slightly bitter, but smooth and sensual when you get past the first kick of flavour. He’s had a difficult life so far but he’s ready to let Molly in, if she can acquire the taste …

Molly herself is more like the rum truffle. She’s dark, sweet and packs a powerful punch when she’s angry, but the effect is delicious, and Tom is soon addicted. He can’t live without her but he can’t work out how to convince Molly that he’s the one for her.

Dot is a chunk of popping candy that’s sneaked into the box – she adds fizz to any occasion and is ready for adventure. Shaun, however, has got to be a thin sliver of chilli chocolate – spicy and vaguely dangerous, with a bite. And Kate’s a caramel, hard to get into, even harder to get away from, sometimes painful!

So, in your personal; box of chocolates, who’s the one that always gets left till last? Who’s the strawberry soft centered one? Who has the pulling power in your world?

Extract:

Molly, breathless and pink in the face, came to a halt next to her youngest son and wondered why he was turning out to be so uncontrollable. Her eldest, Sam, had been completely different – happy to play with his Lego for hours, or draw endless pictures of his tortoise. Mind you, there hadn’t been all this open space available to go wild in when Sam was small. They had still been living in the little village on the outskirts of Leicester where she and Jake grew up. Theo and Hattie had been born there, too – it was only Max who had this giant beach playground to trash.

Bribing Max with promises of ice cream, she herded her brood back towards the promenade. The girls were sulking again. She could see Tom making his laborious way over the stones – a clever balancing act involving two sticks and a lot of muscle power. He was placing each stick carefully each time he was ready to move forward, picking the biggest, steadiest stones and testing them for steadiness as he went. A folding easel stuck out from Tom’s bag, and he was weighed down by his picnic chair and painting sack. It must be an enormous effort for him to get from A to B, Molly thought, flushing again as she remembered how she’d let herself down by ogling him.

She’d always had a weakness for strong, tanned forearms, and Tom’s were definitely worth looking at. In fact, his whole upper body looked amazingly toned. Molly watched him swing himself over the stones with only the occasional pause to balance. How blue his eyes were – piercing and yet thoughtful, looking right inside her as if he was able to read her soul. It was a good job he couldn’t.

Molly had noticed Tom painting on the cliffs for the first time last winter, and had been trying to think what she could do to get to know him ever since. There was something intriguing about his level of concentration and the way he set his jaw when he was painting. You would never dare to interrupt someone who cared so much about their work.

What kind of man would brave the bitter cold to paint such fresh, clean pictures day after day? Molly had stood in the shelter of the Ferrymead-on-Sea lighthouse on that first morning, muffled to the eyeballs in scarves and a woolly hat, but Tom’s short blond curls were unprotected by any sort of headgear and he had nothing thicker than a battered leather jacket to protect him from the icy east coast wind. Molly had wondered whether to offer him some coffee from her flask, but had chickened out. He’d looked as if interruptions would definitely not be welcome.

‘Mum, look at that man you were just talking to – he’s very brave, isn’t he?’ said Hattie as Tom, reaching the concrete of the promenade, picked up speed and reclaimed the wheelchair that he’d left chained to a lamp post.

‘Hattie, you’re so wet. And you’d better not let him hear you say stuff like that, either,’ her sister replied, giving her a shove.

Hattie righted herself and glared at Theo. ‘Why not?’

‘Duh, it’s obvious. He’ll think you pity him ‘cos he can’t walk without sticks. Even I know you should never do that.’

Hattie stuck out her bottom lip and watched Tom bowl away out of sight. ‘He’s fast though, isn’t he, Mum? He could do Paralympics or something,’ she said after a moment.

‘He really gets a move on,’ agreed Molly, trying to banish the unfamiliar ripples of lust that were making her slightly breathless. ‘Come on, we said we’d go and have an ice cream with your dad at the bistro. He’ll think we’ve abandoned him.’

Here’s the blurb:

Little BoxesSuddenly bereaved, Molly White realises that she has never really known her feisty husband Jake when random boxes begin to appear through the post, each one containing a tantalising clue to the secrets of Jake and Molly’s past. Someone who knows them both well, for reasons of their own, has planned a trail of discovery. The clues seem to be designed to change Molly’s life completely, leading her around Britain and then onwards to rural France and deepest Bavaria.

Meanwhile, waiting in the wings is Tom, a charismatic artist who runs a gallery in the same town. Strong, independent and wheelchair-bound from the age of fifteen, he leads a solitary life and has no idea how devastatingly attractive he is to women. When Tom meets curvy, beautiful and funny Molly, he knows that she is his dream woman, but she seems way out of his orbit until the boxes start to weave their spell and the two of them are thrown right out of their comfort zones.

Little Boxes is a story of love in a variety of guises – mother-love, unrequited passion, infatuation and the shadow-love held in memories that refuse to go away.

Buy links: http://celiajanderson.co.uk/books/little-boxes/

Carol here. I’m hijacking this post for a bit to insert my two cents.

Carol’s review: ♥♥♥♥♥

Thanks to the author who gifted me an e-copy of this story in exchange for an honest review.

I was intrigued by the blurb for Little Boxes, then followed my usual routine of taking a peek inside the book via Amazon’s “Look Inside” feature. I liked what I read, so I requested a copy to review during Celia’s blog tour.

Celia J. Anderson’s Little Boxes pulled me in from the start and kept drawing me back every time life interrupted my reading time. The characters were multi-faceted and interesting, the pace steady and the plot twists unexpected. The little boxes in the story were ingenious, each one a revelation, adding another layer to the story like a lovely tiered cake.

I thoroughly enjoyed Little Boxes and hope to read more of Anderson’s work soon.

celiaandersonAuthor Bio:

Celia J Anderson spends most of her spare time writing in as many different genres as possible, including children’s fiction. In her other life, she’s Assistant Headteacher at a small Catholic primary school in the Midlands and loves teaching literature (now comfortingly called English again but still the best subject in the world.)

She tried a variety of random jobs before discovering that the careers advisor at secondary school was right, including running crèches, childminding, teaching children to ride bikes (having omitted to mention she couldn’t do it herself) and a stint in mental health care. All these were ideal preparation for the classroom and provided huge amounts of copy for the books that were to come.

Celia enjoys cooking and eating in equal measures, and thinks life without wine would be a sad thing indeed. She is married, with two grown up daughters who have defected to the seaside. One day she plans to scoop up husband and cats and join them there.

Links:
Website / Facebook / Twitter / http://theromaniacgroup.wordpress.com

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Here and there 11-6-14

I’m blogging on PFHT today about my daughter’s wedding reception last Saturday in Denver, romance in general and writing. Pretty pictures and more are being shared!

Between edits on Nobody’s Baby, I’ll pop in and reply to comments.

Coming soon…

nobodys-baby-e-reader-copyNew release info on NOBODY’S BABY

 

 

 

 

Guest author blog tours

Giveaways

and more!

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One Uploaded, One to Go!

CarolBurnside_Heart2Heart_smHeart 2 Heart, my short story collection, has officially flown the coop. It went live on Smashwords and All Romance ebooks last night. I’m posting new links on my Books page as soon as they’re available and I see them.

Problem is, I’m traveling all day, going to my daughter’s wedding reception in Denver. But I’ll try to keep up with links as best I can.

And on the “as soon as is humanly possible” agenda is Nobody’s Baby. I’m hoping to have it live with a week.

I’m officially debuting my cover art for Nobody’s Baby today. I think this is my favorite cover yet. What do you think?

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It’s tea party time!

Yesterday’s post, On the way to the tea party, was about the reason why there was a tea party to attend, and the relaxation and nature during the days leading up to said party. No, make that THE TEA PARTY.  I even bought a dress for this, y’all!

My hostess/date for this event was a terrific writer and friend, Susan Carlisle. I tease her about her throwback ideas of how people should dress at certain kinds of events, but even she draws the line at pantyhose, so we were good.

Susan drove us all the way to Madison, Georgia to the Madison Tea Room & Garden, which was decorated for fall.

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Inside were pretty rooms of fragile, fine china, lovely gift items and well presented tables. While our table was being set, we moved into the back room and tried on hats from days gone by. What fun! We were too busy admiring each other and laughing to take pictures, but I did snap one of the hats before we left.

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They were fabulous, as was the decor.

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Did you think I’d gotten so wrapped up in the hats and decor that I’d forgotten about the tea and food? My weigh scale would tell you (if it could talk — and some days it seems to) that I absolutely did not forget about the aromatic teas or the savory sandwiches and fluffy clotted cream on delicately sweetened scones. We worked our way up those tiers without reservation.

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I think all Susan and I left was a lonely piece of celery. Yep, that means we ate all the deserts too. Bad Carol, but I loved every minute of it and would do it again in a heartbeat.

Have you ever enjoyed a tea party?

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On the way to a tea party…

WP_20141009_010So, there was this charity auction earlier in the year that I forgot to contribute to due to writing deadlines. That led to me feeling I needed to support in some other way, so I bid on a listing which sounded wonderful: a tea party with one of my favorite people, Susan Carlisle.

Susan is a tea party enthusiast and I wanted to be, except I’d never attended one outside of the one she gave at her house a few years back. That one was lovely and I wanted to experience it again. I selected a maximum amount to bid then forgot about it until the auction was over. I figured I had a good chance, but was still surprised to receive notice that I was the high bidder. Yay!

Just one catch… Susan lives in Georgia, I’m in Arkansas. The tea was offered for the time frame surrounding the RWA National Conference in San Antonio. Susan and I were both attending, but our schedules were crazy. Plus, there was the whole hot tea/Texas in July issue. Not so appealing. We decided to wait until the fall, when I would attend Moonlight & Magnolias in Atlanta, like I usually do.

  I arrived several days early for the conference. Susan and I schlepped out to her mom’s lake cottage for some writing and workshop building.??????????????????????????????? It’s a lovely, serene setting, but a bit isolated, so we didn’t look like tea party types during our stay. Not to worry. We clean up.DSC04339Still, no pics of us at our retreat will grace this post. Instead, I’ll show you the feathered and furred friends who visited us.

??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Reluctantly, we left the serenity of this place and headed back toward the Atlanta area for an overnight stay, cleanup and to re-pack for the conference. Our tea would bridge the gap between backwoods bliss and metropolitan bustle.

Tomorrow I’m sharing pictures of our tea party, the hats we tried on, delicate china, the beautiful setting and more.

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Facebook Party and Spookapalooza!

cropped-cropped-spook5_headerToday through Halloween night, I’m posting excerpts and information about my books and offering occasional prizes. There are tons of authors participating and as many prizes to be given away. Jump on over there and scan through the authors posts for all the goodies and bargains to be had. Click on my name in the sidebar to find my posts and giveaways.

Update 10/26 5pm:  TRS recently changed over to a new self-hosted site and my login doesn’t work. They’re trying to get it fixed so I can post, but you won’t see anything from me right now. Sorry!

Also today, from 9:30-10:00 pm Eastern time (EST), I’ll be doing the same at A Romance Caper on Facebook. It’s going to be a blast! Here’s the schedule and lineup of authors:

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