Comments on: About

By: shilohwalker

shilohwalker — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 17:12:24 +0000

Hi, Emma. I’m sorry, your comment got caught in the spam queue. We aren’t really a review site. Just a group of authors. If any of the CP authors are interested in guest blogging, they are welcome to contact me at the above email address-posted in the about section, or shilohwalker (at) gmail.com (no spaces). But we don’t review…sorry!

By: Emma Cunningham

Emma Cunningham — Mon, 07 Jun 2010 12:20:46 +0000

Much like everyone else, I’m looking for an e-mail address to contact the site… I’m sending out info about Harlequin and Carina Press and some ebooks for review and would love to send them your way!

Thanks,
Emma Cunningham
Production Coordinator, Digital & Internet
Harlequin Enterprises Limited
Twitter @emmacunningham
http://www.eharlequin.com

By: Michelle Lauren

Michelle Lauren — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 23:16:53 +0000

Hi. I couldn’t find anyone to contact about the author interviews/guest blogging mentioned on here. I would love to do either this month promote my urban fantasy HOW TO TAME A HARPY, which is a finalist in the Dorchester Publishing and Romantic Times magazine American Title V contest. I’ve included my email in the comment form above. Thanks!

Michelle Lauren
HOW TO TAME A HARPY ~ American Title V Finalist – Round 3 voting continues Jan. 19th!

By: Deborah

Deborah — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 16:17:47 +0000

Jimmy Sullivan. Tall, long curly brown hair, deep grey eyes, bad boy smile, big guy with an even bigger intellect. All that Irish charm and angst.
I was almost 15, he was just 17; I was a freshman and he was a junior. I was at a house party (yeah, parents away, my buddy’s older sister invited her friends over for beer and “pitch” and let her younger brother invite some of us). Bitter cold with a ton of snow as only Northern New York State can be. He was sitting at the kitchen table playing cards with all the “cool” guys and I brushed against him as I was headed for the fridge. His arm snaked out, wrapped around my waist and there I was sitting on his lap! I couldn’t breathe. He kept a firm grip on me with one arm, cards in the other hand, me handing his beer to him or playing his crds for him, him whispering outrageous comments about everyone in my ear. I had to go to the bathroom but I don’t think I moved for over an hour! I fell head over heels in love with him that night. He kissed me when I had to leave and I have to say that he still ranks as the best kisser! It was an ill-fated, star-crossed love affair, never consummated, although he DID try, but I was too young and too scared (the nuns had done a really good job on me!). He made me stop reading “Dear Abby” and start reading the NY Times so we could “talk” about the real world. It was 1968 and he changed my life. The last I heard he was living in Colorado….

By: Linda Wisdom

Linda Wisdom — Thu, 18 Sep 2008 20:40:32 +0000

Hi,

I’m not sure where to contact someone about guest blogging. I’ve included my email.

Linda