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Last days of 2011

December 28, 2011 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 1 Comment →

2011 has gone by so fast. Only a few days left before a New Year dawns. This has been a great year. Lots going on and I took time for me. Finding that balance between day things, writing and me time. With the balance I’m feeling much better and ready to do what I need to do. I’m eager to see what 2012 will bring. There will be lots of exciting things coming I can feel it.

I wish you a Happy 2012 and much more great years to come.

McKenna Jeffries
…. sensual, edgy, unexpected

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Conquering Jazz – What’s a woman to do when she unwittingly makes a tantalizing proposition to her best friend?

Be brazen, bold and set some ground rules. Her offer. One night of carnal bliss. No emotion allowed.

His counter offer. A continued affair to fulfill all their sexual cravings.

His hidden agenda. Conquer to make sure their affair never ends.

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Mistletoe Madness Blog Hop

December 16, 2011 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News 61 Comments →

We are part of the Mistletoe Madness Blog Hop

 What is a giveaway hop?

Each participating blog hosts a giveaway and then we link up together allowing our followers to hop from one giveaway to the next.

What is RJ giving away?

Two winners will get a pkg with four print books from the Romance Junkies Book Vault. And one winner will get a box with some books, chai tea, hot chocolate and and chocolate.

How do you enter?

Enter to win by posting a comment to this blog entry (don’t forget to include your email) or you can send an email to with your mailing address and Blog Hop in the subject line. Either way works to enter! Contest ends December 23th.

But that is just our giveaway. There are 50 other blogs that are part of this contest and there is a grand prize a Nook Color pre-loaded with books from our sponsor authors and many more. So after entering our contest move with haste over to

Mistletoe Madness Blog Hop 

so you can find more blogs to jump to and you can enter to win more stuff. And over at that link you will find the entry form to enter the Grand prize for the Nook.  Good luck!

Cat Brown AKA Chaoscat
(Chaos – It’s not just a lifestyle, it’s a state of mind)
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Because I love it

December 13, 2011 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 1 Comment →

A conversation that I’ve had a few times in the past and more recently got me to thinking. A lot of blood, sweat, time, sleepless nights and tears go into anything that you love. Whether it is sewing that fabulous outfit, painting a picture, crocheting a throw or any other number of things you do. With each it takes all of what I mentioned above on my your to get to that finished point. It is the same with being a writer. Let me break it down.

Blood – I’ve typed so hard that I’ve left blood on the keyboard or gotten paper cuts while reading through pages of my manuscript. Hey paper cuts hurt something awful. (grin). I put my figurative blood into each book I write. My heart and soul are on each page.

Sweat – I’ve broken into lots of sweat as I pounded away at the keyboard trying to get a scene just right. Talked with a reader which I love to do. Since I am shy this is the hardest for me. Hush those who know me that are laughing. I am shy, just not with those I know and am comfortable with. But I digress. I’ve sweated about a variety of things. Waiting anxiously to hear back on a submission. Edits for my book. Opened a review of my book.

Time – The amount of time spent with writing the book, doing self editing, then again self editing, crit partner editing, your editing again and then off to publisher who you will have to wait for a response. And if you get that all lovely response of “yes” then even more waiting to get to the process. When in the process even more waiting to get through the process. Then after process even more waiting to actual release. Then release then more waiting to see what people think. Whew I am tired of even imagining the time. Yet each moment is worth it. So worth it all.

Sleepless night – The idea in your brain that will not understand that you are sleeping that forces you out of bed in search of paper to write it down. The book you are writing that will not let you rest until that last scene is just so or that last word is complete. The excitement of a new project. The wait for the submission that you sent. Or waiting for a note/call from your editor on something.

Tears – Oh the tears I have cried as I write a scene in a book or read a letter from a reader who actually got the story as intended. The awesome review that said that one phrase that made you smile that the story did as you intended it to do. The bad review that even though they didn’t like the story there was something constructive in it that you took away for future reference. The tears of completion that you finished the story and it was written to the best you could get it. The tears of relief for the contract that you went after or publisher you wanted that story to be with. The tears of making hard choices that will be best for your career.

I could go on and on with a list of what all the things above mean in correlation to writing. I’ve been asked many times why do I write. My quick response is “it’s in my blood, soul and heart”. The more complex one is “because the blood, sweat, time, sleepless nights and tears go into it because I love it.” I get lots of confused looks when I give the complex one so I usually give the simple explanation. With the complex response I’ve never tried to articulate what I meant until now. There are so many layers to it all. So much to say. If you think about it all those points cover many things you do in your life. I have many creative outlets that I pursue. I draw, love to sew, do crafts and cook. Each are things I love and that I want to be my best at.

No matter what you are pursuing. The things that you put your heart into – that you bleed for – figuratively and in reality. The things that bring you closer to people you would never have expected to have anything in common with. Things that may, take time away from family and friends. What you sweat over because you want it to be you upmost best and create a reaction – good or bad. The nights you cannot sleep because your thoughts are consumed with whatever project you are working on. Or the wonder when it is seen by the world and how will they react. The tears you shed to get there, between going there and as you get there. Each tear has a purpose to make you go forward. They each make you learn and grow.

In each thing you do that involves blood, sweat, time, sleepless nights and tears none of it matters because it all boils down to one thing. You do it because you love it.

Taige Crenshaw
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Power of Instinct – A woman does whatever is necessary to protect the man who is hers but once he finds out he goes with his instincts and makes her his.

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Where do you write?

December 09, 2011 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger 11 Comments →

This is a question that’s always fascinated me from the moment I first discovered the magic of books. But now that I’m also a writer, I wonder about it even more. I started out writing at our dining table shortly after my first daughter was born. We were a young couple back then, and space was tight.

                old officeYears later we moved into our first house. It had a dining room and a large eat in kitchen. I set up shop in the dining room, sine we’re not the type of family that does “formal” anything.  But the dining room was right off the front door with access to the kitchen. Passing through my writing space was the easy route to the kitchen and the living room. Plus since that’s where “mom” was, everyone in the house came in and had a seat. It didn’t matter if I was writing. There were no doors, nothing to help people (and by people I mean my children & dear husband) remember this was actually my work space. The running joke in our house was that “mom only hears half of what you say to her when she’s at her computer.” Well, hello!?! That’s because I’m writing. For some reason no one could make that connection.

                Still, I got a lot of writing done and for years while my children were young the no-door situation helped keep me available to them even during times when I might have walled myself off to write in peace.

                But now the kiddies are all older and they’re the ones closing their bedroom doors for privacy. But older kids are bigger kids and the first house has gotten too small. So a few weeks ago we moved into our second house. It’s everything we hoped for, bigger rooms, an extra family room with a finished basement and even an in-ground pool. What it doesn’t have is an office for me. No problem. It has a dining room which we STILL have no real use for so we’re converting it for my writing space.  And the best part is it’s not right off the entry this time, so people (and by people I mean my children and my dear husband) don’t have to pass through it to get somewhere office

                We’re doing it right this time though, putting up a wall to close it off from the living room and adding a door for privacy from the kitchen. The problem is, it’s not done yet. We got the wall up, painted and even put in a new laminate wood floor, but there’s still a lot of work to go. So for now, I’m back where I started 20-some years ago, writing on a folding card table in the corner of the Current Officekitchen. Don’t you love how life keeps circling back around?

                So where do you write? I’ve asked a lot of authors and gotten some great answers. I’ve even started this cool collection on my website of office photos from my author friends. I call it, “The Writer’s Cave.” If you want to surf through the collection you can find it here: I’ll be redesigning my site soon and hope to add lots more authors.


A HELLSBANE BOOK – Book One – by Paige Cuccaro

Hellsbane CoverEmma Jane Hellsbane just found out she’s not human—or, at least, not only human. She’s half angel, too, and now Heaven’s got a job for her: round up all the Fallen angels and their red-skinned, horned devil-demon minions and boot their butts back into the abyss. Only problem? The demons and their Fallen masters fight back…and they don’t fight fair.Luckily for Emma, she can put a stop to the constant threat of having her head hacked off if she figures out which Fallen angel is her father—and then kill him before he kills her. Of course, in the meantime, she’ll have to avoid accidentally seducing her angelic mentor, help an old friend conquer his own Fallen sperm donor, and basically save the world from a cataclysmic divine smack down.No one said being Heaven’s bounty hunter would be easy. But with a name like Hellsbane, Emma Jane was born for the job. 

Title: Hellsbane (Hellsbane, #1)
Author: Paige Cuccaro
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Length: Novel
Launch Date: December 2011
ePub ISBN: 978-1-937044-64-0
Print ISBN: 978-1-937044-65-7

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About the Author:

Paige Cuccaro lives in Ohio where she spends her days as a wife, mother, avid reader and obsessed writer. She loves writing everything from laugh-out-loud young adult stories to steamy hot romances with a twist of paranormal. Witches, demons, vampires, werewolves and angels, if they can fall in love, Paige will tell you their story.
Find a few of Paige’s published works at Samhain Publishing and Berkley Books. You can also find novels from Paige’s risqué side under her pen name, Alison Paige where she’s published several erotic romances at Harlequin Spice, Samhain Publishing, and Ellora’s Cave Publishing .

Paige Cuccaro

Twitter: @paigecuccaro

What’s Your Type?

December 07, 2011 By: Guestauthor Category: Coming Soon... Calendar of Events, Guest Blogger 4 Comments →

Hey everybody! Cassandra Carr here! I’m pleased to be part of the Romance Junkies blog today.

Just like there are stereotypical hero types (the alpha male, the bad boy, etc), there are also several female types. Read the descriptions below and try to figure out which one you are! Which type of heroine do you most like/identify with in the books you read?

The Eight Female Archetypes

1. The Boss: think Kirstie Alley’s character in Cheers. This is a take-charge kind of woman, which is certainly admirable. Oftentimes, though a “boss” type goes after success to the exclusion of other things like a personal life.

2. The Survivor: think Scarlett O’Hara in Gone With the Wind. This woman can withstand anything you throw at her. She’s often distrustful and a cynic. Don’t feel too sorry for her, though. She’s got intelligence and street smarts in spades.

3.    The Spunky Kid: think Meg Ryan’s character in Sleepless in Seattle. Often a tomboy/best friend type, she’s the one who’s hanging out with the guys at the bar or playing on the softball team with them. The guys, naturally, see her as one of them and not as the desirable female she desperately wants to be.

4.    The Free Spirit: think the title character in Ally McBeal. This is a “follow your heart, not your head” type of character. Oftentimes her outwardly ditzy demeanor hides a sharp mind inside.

5.    The Waif: think the title character in Jane Eyre. This one is the classic damsel in distress. These women have seen the worst side of life, but are still inherently trusting. The one thing that separates this character from the survivor is that she usually doesn’t do much to change her own circumstances.

6.    The Librarian: think Shelley Long’s character in Cheers. She’s buttoned up, disapproving, and a know-it-all. But she’s also got passion – once the hero delves into her core and finds it.

7.    The Crusader: think Buffy in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Pretty much every female superhero is a crusader, and they don’t need any help, thank you very much. There are crusaders who aren’t superheroes, though, like Helen Hunt’s character in Twister.

8.    The Nurturer: think Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music. If you walk into her house, she’s likely to try to feed you, no matter when you ate last. Everyone depends on her to take care of them and she’s the voice of wisdom and reason.

So which female archetype are you? Which type do you like best in your books, television shows and movies?

By the way, if you’re curious about the 8 male character archetypes, check out this blog post I did yesterday.


Cassandra Carr is a multi-published erotic romance writer who lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Her debut novel, Talk to Me, was released by Loose Id on March 22, 2011. Head Games, Buffalo Intimidators book 1, released on November 2, 2011 from Siren Bookstrand, Caught released from Loose Id on December 6, 2011, and Impact is coming in early 2012 from Ellora’s Cave. For more information about Cassandra, check out her website at, “like” her Facebook fan page at or follow her on Twitter at



‘They’re really taking this politically correct thing too far.’

Stepping from the foyer into the living room, Callie spied a twinkling Christmas tree in the corner. On the mantel, a lit menorah burned, the candles flickering as the people nearby jostled for position as more and more guests crammed into the room. This was a boisterous crowd; already drinking like it was New Year’s. Advancing further into the room, she noticed the Kwanza decorations and rolled her eyes.

‘Pick a holiday and go with it, people. You can’t please everyone.’

She sought out the host and hostess, old friends from her grad school days, and said hello, handing over the obligatory “Thanks for inviting me” bottle of wine. They chatted for a bit to catch up before she grabbed a cocktail and made her way toward the dining room in search of other former classmates and some food. The smells of the various delicacies wafted by, making her mouth water in anticipation. She had just gotten into town and was starving. Plopping a slice of Cheddar cheese onto a cracker, she stuffed it into her mouth and then looked up — and everything inside her came to a screeching halt.

Jack was there.

With a beer hanging from his long, rough fingers, he leaned against the wall, casual as can be, while her world tilted on its axis. He looked so good– still the same tall, well-muscled body, still the same olive skin, black hair, and full lips. His Italian ancestry lent him an air of exoticness, and she’d always been a sucker for that.

Her stomach roiled. The cracker caught in her throat, choking her. As she began to cough and sputter, he turned to see what the commotion was, and their gazes met. Callie watched as his eyes went dark with heat and recognition. A blush rushed up her chest through her neck and into her face. With suddenly cold fingers, she touched her burning skin.

He brought his beer to his lips and took a long pull, his tongue sneaking out to catch a stray drop from his top lip. Her gaze followed the movement. His own intense gaze never left her face. Even when his companion said something to him, he merely nodded and kept the whole of his attention on her. She took a fortifying sip of her vodka and cranberry juice, then another, longer gulp, trying to dislodge the cracker from her throat. And still he stared.

And she did the same damn thing she’d done three years ago when she’d gotten scared by his demands, his power — she ran. Cursing herself for her cowardice, she nonetheless wove her way through the crowd, setting her drink down on the nearest available surface as she rushed past. But before she made it to the front door, she felt his hand, still chilled from holding the beer bottle, curl around her overheated arm. “Long time no see. Leaving so soon, Callie?”

He pulled her around to face him, he backed her up against the wall in the foyer. With him this close, with his touch and his smell and his sheer size surrounding her, her body betrayed her, just like it always had where he was concerned. Her nipples tightened, her pussy ached, and her breath quickened. “What are you doing here?” She sighed at her own stupidity for asking something so obvious.

“These are my friends. A better question to ask is — what are you doing here?”

“I came back to town for the holidays, and I wanted to see some of my old grad school buddies. I guess I-I didn’t think about the possibility of you being here.”

“Is me being here a problem?”

“No,” she answered too quickly.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

‘Dammit! What else am I going to admit to him?’

“I still want you. I want to touch you. I need to touch you. May I?” At her silent nod, he lightly rested his hand around her throat. Not hard enough to choke, but enough to establish his dominance over her.

‘Like he needs to establish that. How could I possibly forget who and what he is?’

Callie shivered. God, she wanted him. She’d never been as scared or as excited or felt as alive as she had during the year and a half she had subbed for Jack. Seeing him again made her want to get down on her knees and give him anything he wanted. If she remembered correctly, that was everything. But could he give it back to her? Before, he’d been unable or unwilling to, and when she hadn’t been able to handle loving him without reciprocation anymore, she’d left.

Her lips were parched, and she darted her tongue out to wet them. His eyes turned black as they blazed back at her. “I want you too.” And it was the truth. She wanted him, and this time, she’d have him. If she ran away again, she knew she’d regret it for the rest of her life.

“Are you collared?”


“Seeing anyone?”

She turned the question around. “Are you seeing anyone?” A strange look passed over his face, but Callie couldn’t interpret it before it was gone.

“No. Answer me, Callie — are you seeing anyone?”


Letting out a soft growl, Jack cupped the back of her neck in his large hand and kissed her. There was nothing gentle in his kiss — there never had been. This kiss was one of possession, of establishing even more control. He pressed in further, molding his body to hers while he continued to plunder her mouth. He didn’t force his tongue inside; he didn’t have to.

Surrendering, she relaxed and let him take her. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and changed the angle of her head so he could deepen the kiss. He slid a powerful thigh between hers as she moaned from the sensual onslaught.

After long moments he pulled away, grabbed her hand, and led her toward the back of the house. Callie gasped when he pushed her into a bedroom and kicked the door closed. She whirled around to face him but couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye, reverting to the naturally submissive pose of staring at his feet, her hands behind her back. She hadn’t subbed for anyone in the three years she’d been gone and was amazed at how quickly the submissive veil slipped over her again. He chuckled.

“My pet, you’re still a delightful submissive, I see.” He took a gentle hold on her chin and pulled her face up to his. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you, since the moment you walked into my classroom. I know I’m a selfish bastard, but I’m going to ask for this most exquisite Christmas present anyway: will you submit to me again?”

Callie nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak.

“I want to hear the words — I want you to be sure.”

“Yes, I’ll sub for you,” she managed to get out around the lump in her throat.

“Good. Then you’ll be available to me insofar as you’re able to, barring other commitments. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she answered, the word hardly loud enough to be considered a whisper. She licked her lips again.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“By the way, I’m clean. I was tested a few months ago. You?”

“Yes, Sir, same.”

He stepped forward and shoved her to her knees. She went willingly. Callie wanted this — she wanted to show him she could handle him this time. Keeping her eyes trained on the floor, she waited for his next move. He let her stew for a minute and then pulled her to him, undoing his pants with his other hand. He guided his already-erect cock into her mouth, and she took it, letting his essence wash over her tongue, relearning the contours of the head, the smoothness of the shaft, as he sawed in and out of her mouth with brutal strokes. He’d never been easy on her, and tonight was no exception.

He pulled his still-hard cock out of her mouth, resting just the very tip on her bottom lip. “How long are you in town for?”

Callie drew back enough to answer, “Through the first of the year.”

She looked up in time to see him smile. “Excellent. We have a few weeks, then.” He thrust all the way to the back of her throat, and she struggled not to gag. He held the back of her head with both hands, forcing her to take his dick all the way to the root, and held it there for several seconds. “Where are you staying?” He pulled out again. He had always liked carrying on conversations as Callie sucked him — reinforcing his dominance by repeatedly pulling out and then shoving back into her mouth as he saw fit.

“With Lora,” she answered, naming her oldest friend.

“Ah, not far from me. I still live on Tremont. Is she going to let you play?”

“Lora lets me do whatever I want — she doesn’t judge.”

“I think I’m really going to enjoy the holidays for the first time in a long while.” He went up on tiptoe and pushed back into her mouth, tilting her head until it was at the angle he wanted, and then began ruthlessly plundering her depths. “It’s been a long time since you’ve tasted my cum, my sweet. You’re going to swallow it — every drop, like the gift it is.”

A scant few seconds later, Callie felt his cock swelling even larger, growing even longer, and then after pulling back until only his cockhead remained inside her mouth, he was coming; straining, as jet after jet of warm, salty liquid shot onto her tongue and slid down her throat. When he was finally spent, he withdrew completely and put himself back together. She remained on her knees, the denim of her jeans little protection from the hardwood floor.

Some might say she gave in too easily, but as Callie considered the man before her who’d turned her world upside down now for the second time, she knew that wasn’t true. Not at all. Her soul was at peace for the first time in years. She was a different person than she’d been all those years ago. Callie was what and where she needed to be: she just had to figure out how to hold on to the fragile sense of contentment she’d discovered tonight.

He briefly stroked the side of her face, then leaned down to touch his lips to hers. “Give me your number.” She started to reach into the purse that had fallen beside her on the floor. He chuckled. “You may rise.” Standing up with her purse, she pulled a small sheet from the memo pad she always kept with her. “Still jotting notes, I see.”

“Yes, you never know where or when you’ll find inspiration,” she answered, quoting one of his own mantras back to him. After writing down her cell phone number, she handed him the paper.

He held up it and kissed it. “I’ll be in touch.” After taking one last look at her, he left the room.

She sat down on the bed, touching the tips of her fingers to her lips. Undoubtedly he thought he’d scored a great coup, bringing her back into his fold. Little did he realize, though… Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.

Copyright 2011, Cassandra Carr

Romance is the Spice of Life: Nicola Marsh

December 07, 2011 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 2 Comments →

Busted in Bollywood



I love reading romance, I love writing romance.  So satisfying seeing two characters fighting their way through seemingly insurmountable conflict to their happily ever after.

That’s the great thing about romance.  You’re guaranteed a HEA every time.

Which doesn’t always happen in the kitchen…ever had a cooking disaster?  Tried a new recipe that didn’t work?  For all those who prefer reading about food than cooking it, I think you’ll enjoy BUSTED IN BOLLYWOOD.

Reviewers have said the book leaves them…hungry!

BUSTED IN BOLLYWOOD is a contemporary romance/romantic comedy/chicklit/women’s fiction novel.

Shari Jones needs to get a life. Preferably someone else’s.

Single, homeless and jobless, Indo-American Shari agrees to her best friend’s whacky scheme: travel to Mumbai, pose as Amrita, and ditch the fiancé her traditional Indian parents have chosen. Simple. Until she’s mistaken for a famous Bollywood actress, stalked by a Lone Ranger wannabe, courted by an English lord, and busted by the blackmailing fiancé.

Life is less complicated in New York.

Or so she thinks, until the entourage of crazies follows her to the Big Apple and that’s when the fun really begins. Shari deals with a blossoming romance, an addiction to Indian food and her first movie role, while secretly craving another trip to the mystical land responsible for sparking her new lease on life. Returning to her Indian birthplace, she has an epiphany. Maybe the happily-ever-after of her dreams isn’t so far away?

Think ‘Sex and the City’ meets ‘Eat, Pray, Love.’

With food. Loads of food!

And that’s what I’m sharing during my 3 week blog tour, my love of Indian food.  I’m posting Indian recipes for dishes taken from the book.

Bolly Bites

Today’s BOLLY-BITE recipe is a firm favourite of mine.  BAIGAN BHARTA (smoky spiced eggplant) is delicious served with rice or flatbreads. Lovely soft, mushy texture for kids too.

(Like most recipes, there are many different versions. This one is my mum’s.)



2 medium eggplants

1 finely chopped onion

1 finely chopped tomato

1 chopped green chilli

1 inch fresh ginger grated

2 tspns ground cumin

2 tspns ground coriander

½ tspn garam masala

½ tspn tumeric

8 tbspns oil

Salt to taste

4 tbspns finely chopped coriander

Fresh coriander for garnishing

(Serves 4-6)


Roast the eggplants by holding them over a medium gas flame or heating under a grill, frequently turning, until skin blackened on all sides.

Wait until cool, peel off charred skin.

Roughly chop/mash the flesh.

Heat oil over medium heat, add onion, ginger and green chilli, fry until onion golden brown. Add spices, stir for a minute, then add tomato and cook until tender.

Add the eggplants, stirring through the spice mixture, and simmer for 10 minutes or until eggplants soft.

Stir through finely chopped coriander, season with salt.

Serve garnished with fresh coriander.

 To discover what other tasty treats are coming up in BOLLY-BITES, follow the tour. Oh, and read the book!

Baigan Bharta is one of my favourite vegetable meals.

To win an E-book of BUSTED IN BOLLYWOOD, leave a comment about your favourite vegetarian dish.

Nicola USA TODAY bestseller Nicola Marsh has published 30 books with Harlequin Romance and Presents series, and BUSTED IN BOLLYWOOD is her first mainstream contemporary romance with Entangled Publishing.

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I Can’t Walk the Talk: Guest Blog by Boone Brux

December 05, 2011 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 1 Comment →

When I need to brainstorm, I go for a walk. With the promotion of my new book, Shield of Fire, starting, I headed outside for some fresh air and fresh ideas. I live in Alaska and on this particular morning, light rain seemed to drive everybody indoors and off the slippery roads. It was dark and the streets were deserted.

As I walked, I noticed fresh moose tracks. Instantly alert, I scanned ahead for the animal. Too many times I’ve nearly walked into a moose. They’re massive, and possess uber-stealth. With the added threat of roaming bears, my adrenaline was flowing. It was December and the bears were supposed to be asleep. My imagination kicked into over-drive. Maybe these were some kind of mutant bears.

With my trusty flashlight, I followed the moose tracks. My heartbeat quickened with each snow pile and parked car I approached, any of which could shield my quarry. I wondered if this was what it felt like to be a vampire hunter.

My hero, Rhys, hunts demons, extremely nasty ones with very few redeeming qualities. As a writer, it’s easy to put a character through hell, but what would it be like to walk in his shoes for a day, actually tracking demons or vampires?

Being the creative type, I fell into character. Instantly I realized that unless I possessed some kind of jiggy super-power, I was toast. Note to self: Always give the good guys an edge.

The moose tracks faded in a criss-cross of tire tracks. I stopped and looked around. No moose. An eerie silence surrounded me, the wind causing the ice-coated branches to snap. A heap of snow fell from a tree and I nearly jumped out of my boots. Note to self: Always check overhead for the villain.

The next fifteen minutes progressed with me scanning for hoof prints, looking in trees, and jumping at every noise. A yell pierced the silence. Unfortunately, it came from the direction I was walking. I slowed. It sounded like a man. He yelled again. I slowed more. After the third time, I stopped. His roar escalated and I suddenly feared that he was trying to chase a moose or bear away from his house. That put me in a precarious position since I probably stood in the fleeing animal’s path.

Another aspect of heroism kicked in. What if the man was in trouble, maybe being attacked by one of the mutant bears? I hauled out my bear spray and jogged up the street. Relief flooded me when I saw four people trying to push a van out of a snow bank. Pocketing my spray, I marched over to help. I was, after all, still in superhero mode. After much pushing, we freed the van and I was on my way. I’ll admit, I felt pretty good. Maybe I was a bit of a hero after all. For the rest of my walk, I reveled in my good deed, understanding the satisfaction Superman must have felt.

When you lose focus and are drawn into the ego-stroke of a job well done, that’s when they get you. Ten feet from my house, I looked up. There was my quarry, an 800-pound moose blocking my driveway, as if waiting for me. I stopped and stared. If she had been a hungry weremoose, I would have been dead a hundred times over. Note to self: Stick to writing.


BRINGER AND THE BANE – Book One – by Boone Brux

Title: Shield of Fire (Bringer and the Bane, #1)

Author: Boone Brux
Genre: Historical Fantasy Romance
Length: Novel
Launch Date: December 2011
ePub ISBN: 978-1-937044-17-6
Print ISBN: 978-1-937044-33-6

Protecting humans is the Bringers’ duty. Sending demons to the Shadow World is their pleasure.

In one night, Ravyn’s life plunges from barely tolerable to deadly. Forced to flee the only home she’s known, she stumbles headlong into the clutches of Icarus, a powerful demon intent on stealing her powers. Unfortunately for him, she has no intention of cooperating.

When Rhys realizes the woman he’s rescued from the Bane Demon is no mere human, his obligation as a Bringer dictates he protect and train her in the ways of his people. But he’s unprepared for the intense desire he feels for the fiery Ravyn. To surrender to his need may mean her death.

As the Demon King’s desire for ultimate power escalates, fathers are slated against sons, and foes are made allies. The Bane threat upon them, Rhys and Ravyn must quest to unite the last of the Bringers—and explore a passion too powerful to ignore.

Purchase Link:

Amazon paperback

About the Author:

Boone has lived in the beautiful state of Alaska for nearly two decades. She spent many of those years in the bush, where the internet and flush toilets were a luxury. Boone’s motto? “Have laptop, will travel.” It’s not uncommon to see her pounding away at her computer during camping trips, fishing expeditions, or in their family plane as they fly over the open tundra.

She’s won several awards for her writing and serves as the Alaska Chapter president for Romance Writers of America.

Speed Date Interview ~ Jessica James

December 05, 2011 By: Romance Junkies Category: Speed Date Interview 8 Comments →

You the Readers are the Interviewers. Here is your chance to get answers to the questions you always wanted to ask your favorite Authors. Authors will be coming into the blog for a Speed Date Interview.  They will only be there one day and you can only ask them two questions.

Pull up a chair, put on your best smile and make the best impression of yourself.

Personal and inappropriate questions may not be answered at the Author’s discretion.

Ask an Author two questions and be entered to win in our monthly giveaway. You could win a package of free reads from the RJ book vault. We will be asking Authors to select the best question they were asked on the day they day they posted on the blog. We will also be picking random winners from the general questions.

Once the Speed Date interview is done the Interview staff will be going in and selecting a group of questions and answer to post on the RJ Authors Interview Webpage.


Jessica James started her professional career as a veterinary technician, specializing in horses. Her love of animals, however, made it too difficult to work with sick animals every day, so she went back to school and earned a bachelor’s degree in public relations/journalism—and later a master’s in communications. She worked for 18 years as newspaper reporter and editor before diving into writing fiction. She currently balances the sedentary life of a writer with working part-time as a stagehand at a performing arts theater. Her latest novel Noble Cause is the recipient of the coveted John Esten Cooke Award for Southern Fiction among other national awards. Her first novel Shades of Gray, also an epic Civil War love story, twice overtook Gone with the Wind on the Amazon bestseller list in its category James is featured in the book 50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading, published in 2010.




He was fiercely devoted to the Confederacy;

She, fervently dedicated to the Union.

One risked life to save a Cause—

The other, honor, to save a life.


This is the tale of Colonel Alexander Hunter, a dauntless and daring Confederate cavalry officer, who, with his band of intrepid outcasts, becomes a legend in the rolling hills of northern Virginia. Inspired by love of country and guided by a sense of duty and honor, Hunter must make a desperate choice when he discovers the woman he promised his dying brother he would protect is the Union spy he vowed to his men he would destroy.


Readers will discover the fine line between friends and enemies when the paths of these two tenacious foes cross by the fates of war and their destinies become entwined forever.


“A moving account of two people who are drawn into an untenable conflict and find love, despite their opposing beliefs.” Romantic Times


“Explores the War Between the States in a way that will touch you like no other work of fiction.” The Book Connection



Hunter heard a voice and felt fingers probing his shoulder. Although his arm throbbed with pain, the touch felt tender and soothing upon his bare flesh. He tried to force the cobwebs from his brain, to clear his blurred vision and mind. Opening his eyes and blinking at the pain, he stared at the face leaning over him.

He thought he recognized the countenance—but no, that could not be. The image could not be of the one he had quarreled with just four days earlier. He saw no sign of the hatred and anger that blazed so fervently then, nor any sign of the customary sullen frown. All that showed there now was deep concern and a look of tenderness.

He closed his eyes and tried to think. Tired. So tired.

After being hit, he had fallen. Perhaps he had hit his head and was hallucinating now. Or perhaps he was just so exhausted he was having a strange dream. Strange, indeed. Because the woman he had left in the next room would be more inclined to strangle him than bend over him in aid.

Hunter blinked at the intensity of light flooding through the window while gazing upon the worried face. He became more certain he was dreaming, but decided to talk to the apparition. “What do you think, Doc?” He hoped he had actually spoken the words aloud, because it was only with supreme effort that he retained consciousness.

The figure did not respond right away. She seemed intent on cleaning the wound. Or maybe, Hunter thought, she really is just a figment of my exhausted imagination.

“It appears a bullet has pierced your celestial armor, Major,” she answered at last. “Unfortunately, it does not appear to be fatal.”

She did not lift her eyes at first, but when she did bring them up to meet his, they brimmed with amusement. Hunter thought he had never seen anything so beautiful, so exquisite, as those two dazzling green eyes filled with laughter. He contrasted the image to the raving, maddened woman he left, but could find no comparison. Where did this person come from or where had the other gone? He hoped they had switched places for good.

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I will be having a drawing for an e-book of Noble Cause at the end of my Virtual Book Tour, which will be Dec. 16. I will also be giving away copies of my e-book of “From the Heart: Love Letters and Stories from the Civil War” to anyone who follows my blog or Likes my Facebook Fan Page at

(They must provide their email address for me to send it to them).

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