Thursday, May 21, 2015

Represented by Dawn Dowdle of Blue Ridge Literary Agency

I'm thrilled to announce that I recently signed with Dawn Dowdle of Blue Ridge Literary Agency.

I sought Dawn out for so many different reasons but it boiled down to need. I couldn't handle the business side of ghostwriting anymore and keep up the current writing pace. For a while now, pleasure reading has consisted of going to bed with several contracts in hand. It became apparent that I needed an agent moving forward, particularly with new goals in play.

To be upfront, if Dawn hadn't signed me, I would've kept looking until I found someone who was a good match but I would’ve been very disappointed. Before searching for representation, I made a list of what I hoped to find in a literary agent. Represented talent and all recent deals topped that list. The deals that mattered with talented authors on the agent roster topped that list, too. 

Anyone can ‘frontload’ their author lists with a bunch of names—publishers or literary agents alike—but when a company or agent takes the time to find true talent and it shows in the books on their shelves, we all want to be a part of something like that. In any event, I read countless clips and excerpts from Dawn’s authors. Additionally, I paid attention to the recent deals and Publishers Marketplace. 

As mentioned above, anyone can compile a list and throw it together. Even 'best of' or 'top' this or that can be put together by anyone with a “Top Literary Agents” heading, but I was interested in the real dealmakers, the kind of agent that Publishers Marketplace had already recognized with recorded deals and other literary agent sites had recognized as a top literary agent in our field.  Moreover, other professionals had pointed out that Dawn is approachable, likeable, fair, wise, and honest. It was important to find someone close in proximity but that wasn’t as important as approachability, professionalism, and knowledge. 

A brilliant agent who is securing current deals, Dawn met my criteria and now my main objective is to meet or exceed her expectations as well. Within a short window, Dawn had already started negotiating a deal on my behalf. What I discovered then was the true professionalism behind the agent and I'm proud to be represented by Blue Ridge Literary Agency. 


Dawn Dowdle knows her business and she's devoted to the industry. I’m so pleased to be represented by Blue Ridge Literary Agency.  

My husband and I are equally excited to announce that Dawn will join us in East Tennessee for the Destiny Blaine Workshops as a special guest speaker. Dawn will take manuscript pitches as well. If you’re interested in seeing what Dawn represents, visit her website at Blue Ridge Literary Agency:

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Release Blitz for The Miss Fortune Series: Bayou Babes (Kindle Worlds Short Story) by Riley Blake



Riley Blake

Out Now—Bayou Babes—Kindle Worlds Cozy Mystery by Riley Blake (@rileyblakebooks) #mystery #kindleworlds #shortstory #onehourreads


Author Bio

Riley Blake writes mysteries and suspense. She enjoys cooking, reading, going to garage sales, and redecorating her home with thrifty items. An animal lover, Riley has a potbelly pig she fondly refers to as Chubs, a few dogs, a couple of horses, and a chicken named Lord Wings. 

Short Story Blurb 

Known for stirring up trouble and making moonshine, Gertie and Ida Belle are anything but boring old maids. Their Southern charms and reputations have earned these icy-blue haired ladies considerable notice. After a bestselling book series rocks the entertainment world, Hollywood comes to call in search of the women who inspired such a great work of literary fiction. 


Ida Belle and Gertie set out on a journey to find the traitor who is selling their stories and making a mint. Celia Arceneaux, a likely suspect, is a frontrunner but the culprit is a little closer to home. And CIA Agent-in-Hiding Fortune Redding will have no other choice but to trust Gertie and Ida Belle as they race against time to protect Fortune’s cover and keep her out of the limelight and a gunman’s sights. 

Excerpt 


“I’m not condoning what’s happened but we’ll be better prepared if we read the books first. Don’t you think?”
“I’ll go along with that,” Gertie said.
“Well?” Ida Belle studied the sheriff. “What’s the series title? I tried to find Sinful’s Bayou Babes, Babes in the Bayou, and everything in between.”
The sheriff frowned. “Try to keep in mind, I didn’t write this book.”
“But you knew about it,” I pointed out, refusing to let him off the hook.
“Must be a humdinger of a title,” Gertie said, rising to her feet.
Lonely Ladies League,” the sheriff said, grimacing.
“What?” Gertie grabbed the straw bag hanging on the back of her chair. She changed her stance and flung the darn thing over her shoulder so hard, I was surprised she didn’t pull her back out.
The sheriff ducked. Ida Belle moved out of her way. And if I hadn’t grabbed Gertie’s arm as it came down with great force, she would’ve injured the traitorous Sheriff Lee.
“How could you let her do this?”
“Who?” He looked perplexed.
“Celia!” We all chimed in together.
The sheriff looked sheepish then. “It wasn’t Celia.”
“Of course it was Celia,” Ida Belle said.
He shook his head. “No. I’ve read the entire series. Celia didn’t write the books. There are intimate details she wouldn’t know.”
“Like what?” The CIA agent rolled to the fore. “We need specifics.” I kind of liked the agent within so I let her have the floor. “If Celia didn’t write this series, who did?”
“It’s hard to say.” Sheriff Lee unwrapped his sandwich and took a hearty bite. “The article in the town paper was written for deception. There wasn’t a ghostwriter behind the series. The writer used a pseudonym.”
“How many books are there?”
“Ten and counting,” the sheriff replied, limping to the cooler and helping himself to a canned beverage.
“Celia couldn’t have written the books,” Ida Belle muttered. “She’s far too busy meddling in other people’s business.”
“True,” Gertie agreed. “One book, maybe. Ten, never.”
“The writer must’ve been someone in the GW’s group. No one else would disrespect the Sinful Ladies Society with such an awful title.”
Ida Belle had a point. My mind churned with possibilities. I hadn’t read the books but only God’s Wives would have motive.
“You know who wrote those books, Robert,” Gertie said.
“Suspicions maybe but since I’m the sheriff in town, I have to keep a stiff upper lip.” He popped open the cola and lowered his lips to take a drink. “You understand.”
Gertie snatched the can and the sandwich from the sheriff’s hands. “Indeed we do, but understand if we can’t treat you as an ally now.”
The sheriff reached for the sandwich. Ida Belle stepped in front of him with her arms folded over her chest. “This isn’t France. In our world, you choose a side or you stand alone.”  


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Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Release Blitz for The Alpha Match by Leigh Archer




Out Now – The Alpha Match by Leigh Archer (Untamed Safari Book #1) (@leigharcherbook) #romance #contemporary

RED-HOT ROMANCE GOES ON SAFARI  
English conservationist, Caro Hannah, and South African, Ben Duval, must work together on a project to introduce endangered wild dogs to an African game reserve, four years after their love affair ended. The challenges of their profession pale into insignificance beside the personal obstacles they must overcome in order to either bring closure to the events of four years before, or reignite a passion hot enough to burn up the African bush.
The Alpha Match is the first in a series set in the African bush where luxury tented camps and romantic hideaways are havens for royals, celebrities and the adventurous at heart. The Untamed Safari Series places unforgettable men and women in this captivating setting and holds its breath as they play out their red-hot passions.

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EXCERPT
Caro was aware that her voice was rising, but she could do nothing to stop it. Now was as good a time as any to speak her mind. ‘As a matter of fact, if you could stop all the wars on this planet, solve world hunger and reverse the effects of global warming, I’d still feel nothing for you.’

It was the briefest look of pain flitting across his face that silenced her. Then his mouth hardened and his eyes blazed. ‘I’m your boss, Caro.’ He spoke very slowly, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. ‘All I’m asking from you is some respect. Your unwillingness to greet me at the meeting today; that wasn’t very mature, was it? How far do you think we’ll get on this project if that’s the way things are going to be between us?’

Caro was stung. ‘If you think I’m going to be anything other than professional, then you really don’t know me at all. I’ve worked for five years to save the African wild dog and I’d never do anything to jeopardise this project.’

‘Oh, I believe you,’ Ben said. ‘Nobody knows better than I do just how ambitious you really are. As a matter of fact, what was I thinking? Of course you’d never let anything get in your way, least of all other people’s feelings.’

Caro gaped.

He leaned towards her. ‘I’m right, aren’t I, Caro?’

Again he stared into her eyes, his own narrowed and filled with fire.

She could see the cords of muscle beneath the golden skin of his neck. Her breath came in small, silent gasps, and she pressed a hand to her chest.

Ben’s gaze travelled slowly from her face to the hand against her naked skin. He opened his mouth, closed it again. His body tilted towards her, his fingers heading for the bunch of towel between her breasts. Then he snatched his hand back, shook his head, turned and started for the door.

AUTHOR BIO – LEIGH ARCHER: 
Leigh writes romance novels set in her native South Africa. She has always had a love affair with Africa’s wild open spaces, the intensity of its people and sunsets. Her love of storytelling began as a child when she spent every spare moment playing barefoot in golden grass, watching meerkats, learning to track spoor and dreaming up heroes and heroines dynamic enough to stand out in all the beauty and drama of the African landscape.
Always in search of adventure, Leigh’s journey as a writer has taken her from journalist to communications specialist, and now novelist.


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Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Release Blitz for Native Tongue by Lucy Felthouse







Out Now – Native Tongue – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #romance #military #interracial
Blurb:
They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.
When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?
Author’s note: Although this story does work as a standalone tale, it’s recommended that you read the first instalment of the characters’ journey first—Desert Heat, which is available from all good retailers.
**For those of you that haven’t yet read Desert Heat either, there’s a great value double pack containing both books available exclusively on Amazon (from 14th May), which is available for lending, and for Kindle Unlimited members: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat-native-tongue/ **
*****



Excerpt:

Captain Hugh Wilkes drummed enthusiastically on the steering wheel of his car as he drove it up the M3 towards London. He sung loudly and tunelessly along to the song on the radio, too, but it didn’t matter. No one could hear him.

He’d surprised himself by being so chilled out about the volume of Friday evening traffic. He wasn’t the most patient of people, so the slow progress should probably have been increasing his blood pressure, if not leading to full on road rage. But, although he’d have loved to be actually achieving the speed limit, not bumbling along at a mere fifty miles per hour, Wilkes was just glad the traffic was moving at all. Britain’s roads, the motorways in particular, soon came to a standstill if there was so much as a tiny bump between two vehicles. So any progress was better than none.

Besides, what could he do about it? His only other options to get to London from his base in Wiltshire were a train, or stealing a plane, helicopter or tank. The latter might just cause a little bit of bother, and mean the end of his army career, not to mention criminal charges. The former meant cramming in amongst sweaty, disgruntled commuters. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d be charged an extortionate amount to do so, probably wouldn’t even get a seat, and would likely be subjected to delays.

At least driving took him from door to door, with plenty of personal space. And if there were delays, well, he could sit them out from the comfort of his own vehicle, with the climate control set to the perfect temperature, and the radio blasting some of his favourite tunes.

The next song was even better, and Wilkes’ tuneless wailing became more enthusiastic, as did the drumming on the steering wheel. He was in one hell of a good mood, and if he was truthful with himself, he knew it wasn’t just the fact the M3 was moving at a nice pace. It wasn’t the Friday feeling, either. Sure, both of those things were contributing to his happiness, but the main reason he was grinning like a buffoon was the thought of what awaited him in the capital. Or rather, who.

Rustam Balkhi. His gorgeous Afghan boyfriend, whom he’d met out in Afghanistan while they were working together for the British Army. Now, with their tour of duty over and the forces’ presence pulled out of the country, the two men had returned to England. Wilkes had gone back to his regular army life in Bulford Camp, near Salisbury. Balkhi was in London, where he’d recommenced the medical training he’d postponed to become an interpreter for the Brits.

The past few weeks had been somewhat of a whirlwind. Wilkes’ return to the UK had been straightforward, but Balkhi had had to jump through some hoops in order to get back onto his medical course. He’d been willing to start from scratch, but it’d seemed like an awful waste of time, so Wilkes had spoken to his superiors, who’d explained to the university what important work Balkhi had been doing. Fortunately, they’d been persuaded of Balkhi’s commitment and character, and allowed him to pick up where he’d left off. That settled, Balkhi had to pack up, travel back to the UK, find somewhere to live, move in… and all before the start of the next academic term.

Wilkes had felt terrible. His return had taken place a few weeks before Balkhi’s, so although he’d been granted some leave for R&R, he hadn’t been able to either spend it with Balkhi, or to use it help him with his relocation. By the time Balkhi had set foot on British soil, Wilkes was back to work. And, given nobody knew about the two of them, or even that Wilkes was gay, he couldn’t exactly ask for more leave in order to help his boyfriend move into his new flat.

Life had conspired against them ever since, so this was the first opportunity they’d had to see each other since saying goodbye in Afghanistan all those weeks ago. They’d communicated via email, text message and phone calls, but it just wasn’t the same. Especially since they’d gone from seeing each other every single day for the best part of six months to not setting eyes on each other for weeks on end.

Wilkes had struggled terribly in the interim. Life had been tough enough while they were still out in the desert. After weeks and weeks of trying desperately to ignore their growing attraction, they’d finally given in to it. It had been stupid and risky, but, having quickly realised there was more to their attraction than the physical, they’d decided to carry on their relationship in secret while they were in Afghanistan, see how it went, and figure things out once Wilkes’ tour of duty was over. Balkhi had always intended to return to the UK for his studies, so they would, at least, be living in the same country.
*****


Author Bio:


Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Welcome to Destiny Blaine's Online Journal

Welcome to Destiny Blaine's Online Journal
"An Award Winning Bestselling International E-book and Paperback Author, Destiny Blaine and her pseudonyms top the charts at Amazon, Bookstrand, Barnes and Noble, ARE, Mobipocket, and other retailers online and off. Scroll down for a list of available titles, works in progress, and coming soon dates for debut titles.”

Author Bio

An award-winning, bestselling erotic romance author, Destiny Blaine writes under several pen names. She lives in East Tennessee with her daughter and husband. Her son is serving in the U.S. Navy.


Coming Soon

  • Set to Submit at Siren Publishing--More Cowboy Boots, Cowboy Sex, and Trouble, TN for Natalie Acres
  • His Girlfriend's Brother w/Marc Alice-Submitted to Dark Hollows Press
  • Vampire Island Books 1, 2, and 3--Dark Hollows Press