Archive for June, 2008

Happy Release Day!

Mornin’ All – I’m excited to announce that tomorrow, July 1, is the official release day for my latest book By Appointment Only. It’s very romantic, very sexy, and since it’s set in Orlando, even the locale is hot. 🙂

My hero, Morgan, is a determined alpha guy who is going all out to persuade Hannah he’s a man for the long haul. She’s “wedding-shy”, and their private sexual role-playing sessions are designed to convince her that she and Morgan are a good match.

I had a lot of fun writing the book, so I hope any of you who have a chance to read it will enjoy the romance and the sexy games.

You can read an excerpt and see the video trailer at my website http://www.janicemaynard.com.

I’ll pick the name of one poster today, Monday, (deadline midnight eastern) to win a copy of The Perfect Ten.

Good luck,
Janice 🙂

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It’s Here!!!!!

The Bad Boys Guide To The Galaxy is available online!  Yea!!!!!!!  Here’s the back cover blurb. 

Take me to your leader. Come to think of it, just take me.


Planet Nerak was perfect—no disease, no darkness, no hunger—until an expedition to Earth brought back an unwanted guest. Enter one talented Nerakian named Lara, sent on a special fact-finding mission in the vast region called Texas. Fortunately, a warrior (he calls himself a “cop”) named Sam Jones has offered to help. Unfortunately, Sam’s skill at sex is quite distracting—as are plenty other earthly delights, like the dangerously addictive substance called chocolate. Temptations such as these could seriously compromise Lara’s—ahem—research…


Crazy, that’s what Sam is. What sane man would voluntarily isolate himself in the Texas woods with an alien, not to mention a female one with a superiority complex, legs that won’t quit, and a penchant for walking around buck naked? Between bragging about her home planet and levitating, Lara wastes no time getting on Sam’s last nerve…and even less time getting into his bed. Talk about going where no man has gone before. Of course, when you’re from Texas, nothing—not even an entire planet—is going to stop you from getting what you want.

 I’m having a contest for my newsletter group.  Haven’t joined?  It’s free and easy.  Just go to www.authorkarenkelley.com  Watch for a new one to start soon!

Best Wishes,

Karen Kelley

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Hon Fest

hon fest 3A really sweet HonTrue HonsAnd I do not mean as in Attila the Hun so much as Hairspray hon! It’s time for

TONS OF HONS In Charm City


That’s Baltimore for those you who don’t know. It calls for beehives, boas and big shades. The motto is

The Higher the Hair the Closer to God!


Ever see Hairspray the movie and/or the musical? Weeeeeellll, since it was shot in Baltimore and Baltimore is most proud of this they have an annual event to celebrate. It’s a chance to enjoy your favorite festival foods and eclectic vendors, and the best part -just watch the hons on parade!


Now I know some of you are true hons. If you call the refrigerator a fridgidare or ice-box? A sandwich a samidge. Are the steps the stoop? Well then you are definitely a Hon for real.


I love local festivals like this. They keep regional color alive. Makes everyone’s part of the USA different from the rest. No one celebrates Mardi Gras like New Orleans.


Here in Cincinnati we just had Goetta Fest. So what is Goetta, you ask? It’s a German thing made up of ground pork and beef and seasonings. You put it in a loaf, cut chunks and fry it. And it’s sooooo good! And it’s strictly a Cincy thing! J


So my question to you is… What local festival makes your neck of the woods unique? A special food? Dance? Dress?


Let me know and I’ll give away a Hot and Bothered T-shirt from the answers.


Have a fun week, Hon!


Hugs, Dianne

Hot and Bothered







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New Cover Art

And it’s so pretty! Reposted from Shi’s blog…
New cover prettiness…


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This N’ That…

I promised some pics of Lori and Dianne’s get-together… so here they are!  I never take as many as I should… and this year since we were signing the Power of Love, things were a bit crazy.

The weekend was a blast.  I hope all of you will get a chance to come sooner or later.  It’s the official kick-off of summer, in my opinion.  🙂  It’s always fun to catch up with old friends and to meet new ones.

I’m giving away a fun box of items to one lucky poster today.  I got a bunch of stuff at RT and some more things at the get-together.  I was flying home from Pittsburgh, so LuAnn took a box of goodies to Kentucky and then brought it to me in Cincinnati.  That’s why I’m just now geting around to sharing the wealth.

I’ve spent a lot of time on the road lately.. but this week I am actually sitting down to write the first pages of a new book.  That’s always a scary but exciting time.  The book is still “out there” just waiting to be discovered.  Pretty heady stuff…

I’m not going to San Francisco.  That’s a bit sad, but a body can only do so much.

I should have a new video trailer up on my webiste in the next couple of days.  I’ll post a message on the loop when it’s ready. Hope you like it!

Well, this has been kind of rambling, but it’s almost midnight, so that’s my excuse.  I’ll draw a name for a winner on Tuesday around 2PM and announce it here.

So stop by and say hello and maybe share any fun summer plans you have on the calendar.







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Helping out

Received via email…


“One of our own, author Jo Leigh (aka Jolie Kramer) lost her husband on June 13 after he courageously battled cancer. If you don’t know their story which is the stuff romance novels are made of, you can read it here and see their wedding picture here.

In addition to being a fabulous friend to so many and a mulit-RITA nominated author who has written for Harlequin Blaze, Temptation, Intrigue, Special Projects, Silhouette Intimate Moments and Meteor Kismet, Jo is known across the country for the amazing writing classes she teaches, including one on plotting that is incomparable. She has been incredibly generous to so many in sharing her knowledge and expertise.

Unfortunately, Jo has been left with a lot of medical expenses she will be struggling to cover as they had no health insurance, and we would like to help her out by holding several fundraising auctions. If you have items to donate – books or book baskets/collections, critiques, ARCs of upcoming releases, mentoring opportunities, web or promotional material design work etc., please email the item description to the following email address: forjoleigh@gmail.com. This is the address we’re using to organize the items.

Thank you in advance for your generosity.

Alison Kent, HelenKay Dimon, Larissa Ione, Stephanie Tyler

**edited to add – We’ve been asked about monetary donations – please email me via my contact page and I’ll email you the paypal address, if this is how you wish to help Jo.

We’ve already covered a lot of loops and groups, but if you’d like to post it where you haven’t seen it, or put it up on your blog, that would be wonderful.”


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Hours in a day

Hi Everyone!
I’m soooo ready for vacation!  No, wait, I just went on vacation last month.  Drat!  I think they should pass a law that we get to take a vacation every month.  I think everyone is working longer hours.  I was talking to my d-i-l the other day and she was just leaving work at 7pm.  Ridiculous. 
I can’t believe I have a new book coming out in a few weeks!  The Bad Boys Guide To The Galaxy.  I’m really excited about this book because it’s the third one in my Planet Nerak series.  The reviews are trickling in.  This one is from Fallen Angels:
The Bad Boys Guide to the Galaxy by Karen Kelley is another fantastic book that features the travelers from Nerak. The interactions between Sam and Laura had me cracking up! There was also a lot of heat with this couple that kept things humming.

The plentiful characters throughout this story add a lot of drama and action while the smooth writing style keeps it all tied together perfectly. I had been eager for Sam’s story since I finished Cosmic Sex and the wait was worth every minute. Ms. Kelley’s name will continue to be at the top of my favorite authors list. I think that readers will truly enjoy this story. 5 Angels! (Recommended Read)

Reviewed by: Tammy

I’m always thrilled when my books get a glowing review. 
I’m off to get my hair done this morning.  Take care!
Karen Kelley
Cosmic Sex   January 29, 2008   Brava
The Power of Love anth/Berkley  June 3, 2008
Reissue Mass Market Temperature’s Rising June 3, 2008
The Bad Boys Guide To The Galaxy  July 2008  Brava

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13 reasons why June is an insane month

  1. Through the Veil, my latest book, released from Berkley on Tuesday and I’ve been promoting my tail off in romance blogland.

  2. I also had two ebook releases in May.

  3. For the parents…this is will explain all. School is now out.

  4. The baby bratlet has a birthday coming up.

  5. I had a booksigning in West Virginia the last day of May.

  6. I also have a big writer thing going on in Cincinnati with Lori Foster & Dianne Castell this week, June 6-8.

  7. I have less than a month to meet my personal deadline and get my current WIP, CHAINS, done and turned in.

  8. I had edits hit the mailbox a few days ago.

  9. Both of the older rottens have church camp this month.

  10. I have a book signing in Michigan on June 21.

  11. I’m trying to schedule a booksigning in Columbia SC for November.

  12. I’m getting things ready for our two week trip to Alaska in less than two months.

  13. And yes…another signing… this one in Alaska. 🙂

Needless to say, I’m running very…very far behind. Please make sure you use the Mr. Linky feature if you participate in TT

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Here’s an excerpt…

Her body ached.

It wasn’t anything new. Although Lee was only twenty eight years old, she already felt ancient. Exhausted even upon awakening,with stiff aching joints, and bruises that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Lee slowly flexed her muscles and tried to hold together the fragile wisps of the dream. But as always, it faded away, out of reach, out of mind. He faded away.

She didn’t know his face. But each night he came to her. Each night, they found each other again. He would look at her with eyes that made her burn and want and wish and for that brief period of time, she felt whole, complete and that sensation lingered with her as she drifted from sleep into awareness, but the minute she opened her eyes, all memory of her dreams started to fade. All that remained was an ache in her chest, a knot inher throat and a body that felt as though somebody had tried to beat her death.

Today, the ache was worse. The memories were fading fast although she tried to hold onto them. Like smoke, though, they faded away even as she grabbed the notepad by her bed and started to scrawl down what little she remembered. She didn’t look down while she wrote—instead she clenched her eyes tightly shut and focused on him. Even if she couldn’t remember his face, she could remember how he made her feel inside. Focusing on that instead of trying to recall the dream made the words flow easier.

Blood. Screams. Smoke. The cries of the wounded. Ugly snarls and fetid breath. People clamored around her and they had needs that she couldn’t even begin to understand. And him—

Always him. Everything seemed to revolve around him and everything inside of her yearned for him. As much as Lee dreaded closing her eyes and facing the weird dreams that assaulted her while she slept, she yearned for them as well. Because her dreams led her to him. He would make her laugh, even when the dreamswere dark as death. There was a warmth in his presence that filled an empty ache.

But not this past night. There had been distance, anger, and disgust. He’d yelled at her. His fury had been so great even now she felt chilled with it.

She opened her eyes and stared at the notepad in front of her. She hadn’t just written words. She’d sketched out faces of people she’d never met and monsters the likes of which she’d never seen.

She stared at each of the faces she’d drawn, studying their features for something that would trigger her memories again. The notebook was filled with sketches and none of them meant anything to her. Allof them set against twisted, scarred landscapes.

Some of them appeared more than others, like the old woman and the two guys. Even on paper, the woman’s smile had a decidedly mischievous bent to it, as though she was laughing and Lee had no idea why. The men were polar opposites, one pale, one dark. One looked like an angel and the other had the devil’s smile. Both of them were enough to make a girl’s heart skip a beat but if the man she dreamed of was one of them, she didn’t know which one he was.

Furious with herself, Lee hurled the pad of paper across the room and watched as it hit the wall. It slid to the ground, several of the pages bent and crumpled. With a scowl, she climbed out of the bed and stalked to the bathroom.

“He isn’t real,” she told herself as she turned the hot water on full before turning to tug off her t-shirt. “He isn’t real.” He’s not, her mind insisted, even though something inside her heart argued.

Her reflection caught her eye and she stilled, fighting the impulse to turn and look. Damn it, she was going to take all the mirrors down. She couldn’t not look, when the mirrors were there.

But every time she saw a bruise, a chill ran through her. It was no different this time. Her eye was black, swollen, raw looking it. It had been fine last night. And today,she looked like she had a bruise that had been healing for days. Her mouth trembled as she tried to make sense of what she was looking at.

The doctors had tried to tell her she was doing it to herself. They had even done a sleepstudy, and watched her all night long to determine what caused the bruising.

The study had revealed nothing. And everything.

For when she walked out of the room where they had monitored her body all night, her ankle was swollen, twisted and discolored. It had been fine the night before.

The tape of the study had shown her laying quietly on the narrow bunk, never once rising in the night. She didn’t toss. She didn’t turn. The only weird thing was a blip in the middle of the tape that lasted no more than a few eye blinks. For that brief span of time, the bed was empty. But she hadn’t gotten out of thebed. The probes and lines weren’t long enough to allow her to leave it without one of the attendants disconnecting them. They hadn’t done it.

Odder still, an attendant had been in the room during theblip. They could see him at the edge ofthe screen. But he’d never seen her move. She hadn’t done any more studies after that. Even though the doctors tried to urge her to agree, it had simply unsettled her too much. So no more studies. She’d just deal with looking like the loser of a boxing match.

Lee leaned forward and probed her eye, touching it gently,wincing at the tender flesh she encountered under her fingers. The eye itself looked fine, which was a relief. There had been one morning when she woke up and her pupil had been blown. Her vision had been blurred and the sickening pain made her think she had a concussion. By nightfall, though, the pupil had returned to normal and her vision was fine.

Today, her eyes seemed a little more bloodshot than usual and the red looked unnaturally bright against the nasty mottled blue. Almost festive, the red, white and blue.

There was another bruise on her knee, like she had fallen down. The flesh was sensitive and each step she took sent pain shooting through her knee. Much as the knee hurt, it was actually a rather light night. Lee knew from experience, though, that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Light nights seemed to be followed by bad ones.

Her gut churned as that thought circled through her head. Bad ones came with concussions,broken bones—even burns. It had been awhile since she’d had a real bad night and it was like a little mental clock was ticking away the time. It wouldn’t be much longer before she woke up one morning hurt so bad that she’d wish for death, just to get away from the pain.

Even if she did heal fast, pain was still pain and she was tired of feeling so much of it.

“Morbid, much?” she muttered as she turned away from her reflection. She climbed into the shower with one goal in mind. Shower…then caffeine. With caffeine, she could face almost anything.

* * * * *

Through the Veil, Kalen could see her. Stubborn little bitch. He could still just faintly smell the sweet scent of her skin and his hands still itched to feel that satiny skin under his hands, to feel the silk of her hair brush against his body. The vivid bruise on her face infuriated him,even though her rapid ability to heal was already lessening the vivid color and the swelling.

The demon that had attacked her was dead. Dust in the wind. Not that Kalen had anything to do with it. Lee had taken damn good care of it herself. She was good at that. Always had been. Scowling, he wondered if maybe she was a little too good at it. Good at taking care of herself, good at rationalizing away problems, good at everything.

Clenching his jaw, he turned away from the Veil and prepared himself to face the coming day without her. It was a frightening thought. But it always had been. One never knew what the day might bring. Not in this world.

There had been another demon attack, this time high up in the mountains, striking the small settlement of families living there. They had refused to come down into the valley. Too close to the Roinan Gate. It was as if they thought a few miles would protect them. They had been wrong, terribly wrong and Kalen had to live with the guilt of not trying harder.

Raviners had killed the few men and taken their time with the women and children. It brought back memories too ugly for him to dwell on, staring at the their remains. He couldn’t even take a little bit of comfort in knowing that his men had slaughtered the Raviners. If he had taken them down himself, filling their bodies with the dangerous power of the pulsar he carried at his hip, it wouldn’t have been any comfort.

They were losing a little more ground every day. The demons were breeding in his world now and they didn’t just have to wait for the Roinan Gate to open for more of their numbers. There had been a time when finding a clutch of demons had been a rare occurrence and they were killed quickly, if not always easily.

They might have a ghost of a chance if they could shut down the fucking Gate.


You can read a Dear Reader letter & a nice long excerpt here at Berkley’s site.

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We had a great week at the beach… only one day of rain.  But Anastasia (4 1/2) had a severe allergic reaction to “something” and ended up covered with huge red welts.  The nearest hospital was an hour and fifteen minutes away, so when her mom and took her to the emergency room Tuesday evening, they didn’t get home until 2:30am. 

She seemed to get better and then worse again as the week progressed.  In fact, when we all got home, she ended up in the emergency room at Children’s Hospital yesterday morning, because the fingers on one hand were badly swollen.  Sadly, the only thing they can do for her is prescribe Benadryl.  The doctor says that the mysterious allergen is in her bloodstream now and may take 2-3 weeks to work itself out.

Through it all, Anastasia was a trooper.  She absolutely loved holding Granddaddy’s hand and jumping in the waves.  One time when her daddy had her hand, a big wave knocked her down.  We all froze thinking she would be upset and scared, but she jumped up laughing.

A highlight of the week was when four of us climbed the Cape Hatteras lighthouse.  Anaastasia really wanted to, but the rule says that no adults can carry children because the narrow winding steps are dangerous.  A child has to be 42 inches to make the climb, and Anastasia just barely made the cut-off.  She was a little intimidated by the “open” steps, but after a momentary hesitation, she took off, and we all conquered the 257 steps in record time.

The view from the top was amazing, well worth the effort. If you’ll look in the far distance in the photo, you can see the place where the beach curves around. That’s the famed “Cape” Hatteras – scene of numerous shipwrecks.

Anastasia also attended two brief programs and filled out a kid-appropriate booklet in order to get her Junior Ranger badge and patch.  She was so proud.

Ainsley (age 2) loved the beach as well.  Like Anastasia, Ainsley spent a fair share of time jumping the waves, but her favorite activity was digging a “big ho” – translation “big hole”.  We got one deep enough for her to stand shoulder high, and she thought that was so funny.

Kite flying was also a hit.  Turns out that the strong winds at the Outer Banks make it the easist place in the world to fly a kite (the Wright Brothers knew this).  You simply hold the kite up in the air, let it go, and watch it take off.  Ainsley thought holding the kite was a “grown up” thing to do, and she never let go of the string.

I’m always amazed while at the beach how the simplest activities give us all so much pleasure.  Perhaps it’s because we leave our cares back home.  But perhaps it’s because we are so close to the power of the timeless sea and so in tune with nature.

I’m back home now with a “to do” list a mile long.  But in the midst of my busy week, I’ll take time to reflect on the pleasures of childhood and how they bless us with joy.

How about you?  Beach memories?  Childhood pleasures?



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