Sunday, October 5, 2014

New Release!

As part of The Wild Rose Press' new Hauntings in the Garden Halloween series...a little quick and haunted read....

Love Her Like the Devil

A chance meeting in a honky tonk on Halloween finds Luke in the arms of a brown-haired beauty. But if the stories he overhears are true, she may be far more than she seems...and he's more than ready to find out.

Available October 6, 2014 from The Wild Rose Press and most major ebook distributors!

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Valentine Winners!

From our wonderful hostess Mackenzie Crowne:

"Drum roll please! Many thanks to all of you who visited the various stops on our Honky Tonk Hearts Valentine Hop. I speak for all the authors who wish you all could be winners, but alas, that's not the case. So, without further ado, here are our grand prize winners.

Gus' door prize of a TWRP Mug goes to...Calisa Rhose for her comment on Jannine Gallant's post.

The $25 publisher's prize TWRP gift card goes to...bn100 for her comment on Sylvie Kaye's post.

And the $50 authors' prize TWRP gift card goes to...Debby(236) for her comment on Donna Michaels' post.

Congratulations ladies!"

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Valentine Honky Tonk Blog Hop

Ladies, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking old Gus, owner of The Lonesome Steer honky tonk couldn’t have brought together all the lonely, broken hearts that he did. But I’m here to tell you I have. Not only do I have the pictures of these couples in my office to prove it, but there’s been a whole series of romances written about the men and women who found love at The Lonesome Steer. And just like every one of my couples, each of these romances is a keeper. 

The authors of these books have put together a Valentine Honky Tonk Blog Hop, an easy way for you to get a sneak peak at every story. And there are prizes to put a bounce in your Texan Two-Step. To be Eligible, visit each blog link below and leave a comment. The more hop stops you visit and comment on, the more chances YOU have to win a $50 gift card to The Wild Rose Press. In addition, the publisher has provided a second grand prize of a $25 gift card to The Wild Rose Press and a TWRP Mug for a random commenter (Sorry, US visitors only for the mug prize). Some of the ladies will also be giving away their own personal prizes. So whatcha waitin’ for? Happy hoppin’! 

Lonesome Cowboy
Honky Tonk Hearts


Readjusting the tan Stetson on his head, Marshall grabbed a napkin with the Lonesome Steer Honky Tonk logo etched onto its surface, tamped down the muscle-tightening sensation the best he could and headed to the end of the bar.

He leaned over and slid the square across the worn oak. “Looks like you could use another of these.”

The bar lights illuminated the woman’s dark auburn strands as delicate fingers reached up to pull back the silky locks.

His lips tilted at the hint of soft skin. “What can I get to put a smile on that pretty fa—”

Facing him fully, her tentative hazel gaze stopped him cold.


The burning sensation intensified, vise-gripped his shoulders and clenched his jaw so tight his gasp of air was sucked through flared nostrils.

“Hey, Marshall.” Her quiet voice dispelled from soft bow-lips on a painfully familiar, heart-shaped face.

The very last face he thought he’d ever see again.

A squeal of the microphone as someone adjusted the karaoke machine snapped him out of his shock, and he slammed up straight, fingers fisted atop the shellacked wood. He forced his gaze away to gain some control, but the dancing bodies and clack of balls on the pool tables only added to the sudden chaos that attacked his mind and body.

“What are you doing here?”

She hesitated a moment before saying, “I’m visiting Andee over in Redemption for a few days.”

Marshall pressed his lips together until his teeth threatened to break through the skin. He knew her cousin owned the cafĂ© in the small town about forty-five minutes up the highway. Only once—by accident—had he gone in for breakfast after working at his buddy Chase’s place nearby. Though he’d only met her once, he’d instantly recognized Andee coming out of the kitchen. The minute Chase told him she was the new owner, he’d made quick excuses and hightailed it out of there, not needing the reminder of—

“So, I, uh, guess you’re a little surprised to see me.”

Her words pulled his attention back as a tick pulsed in his jaw, preventing any speech. Probably a good thing, because the only words that came to mind were venomous…or worse, pathetic.

His gaze scoured her tight features. Slightly rounder than he remembered, the curves lent a new softness to her face, making her even prettier than the images scarred on his memory.

No. He wasn’t going there. She’d made her choice two years ago...the wrong choice.

With one last, involuntary sweep, he wrenched his gaze away and turned. This was one patron he wouldn’t serve, never again.


Cool fingers grabbed his arm, freezing him to the spot.


The pleading voice coursed through him, and he clenched his teeth against the instinctive desire to turn back. Don’t do it, man. The clench of his jaw became painful, but it was as if his feet were cemented to the dark linoleum behind the bar.


His skin burned beneath her cool grasp. Dammit. Every fiber of his being fought the battle between turning back and running like hell.

Down at the other end of the bar, past a busy Keira serving customers, Gus gave him a concerned dip of his salt-and-pepper brow.

Dammit all. He didn’t know what was worse, facing Amy, or having to explain to his boss and mentor the reason for his utter lack of customer service to this particular patron. He’d worked for the old man since he was sixteen, after high school, on and off between rodeo circuits and full time for the last couple years—the man was more a father figure than his own had ever been. He owed Gus a lot, respected him like no other, but this was one piece of humiliating history he had no intention of sharing.

Marshall swung back around, discreetly yanking from her haunting touch to cross both arms over his chest. The wild pulse of his heartbeat vibrated against his corded forearm.

“What do you want, Amy?” he managed to utter through clenched teeth.

Her hand had returned to the twisted napkin and she glanced around the place. “Is there somewhere we can talk for a minute?”

Hell no.

He leaned back against the second cash register until the lip of the drawer dug into his backside. Marshall forced his jaw to relax. “Here’s fine.” Why should he be the only one uncomfortable?

Her rose lips pressed into a thin line. “Fine. I guess I really can’t blame you for being…angry.”

She fidgeted with the straps of her floral sundress. The sweetheart neckline exposed just enough of her ripened breasts to make his jaw re-tense. Though the high bar blocked everything below, he was sure the skirt would be short, showing a teasing amount of those sleek and sexy legs.

God, she’s still beautiful.

Other parts of his anatomy instantly tightened and he hid his further—and painfully annoying—discomfort behind a forced casual cross of his ankles.

Marshall hoped she got to the point soon, because it was taking all his effort to stand there. The gall of the woman showing up like this out of the blue. What had she expected? That he’d welcome her with open arms and catch up like old friends…as if she never destroyed him?

She winced and twisted slightly with a hand to her back. He raised a brow at the motion, but stopped himself. Just like the nervous habit of shredding the napkin that she’d never had before, he didn’t care. Wouldn’t care. Look what it got me the first time ’round.

Amy dipped her chin to stare at the crumpled paper. “I came to…I just wanted to…to apologize.”

“Fine,” he clipped and pushed off the register.

“Wait, that’s it?” Her tone held annoyed disbelief.

“Yep. You apologized. We’re done.”

Marshall, please.”

The put-out tone in her voice snapped his tightly reined control. “What?” He spun back on her. “What do you want, Amy? Do you want me to say, ‘Hey no problem”—he waved a hand in the air, mimicking a friendly gesture—“forgive and forget, how ’bout we do lunch sometime?’ Well sorry, darlin’, ain’t gonna happen.” He splayed his hands wide on the bar top, leaning in until he could feel the heat radiating off her reddened cheeks. “I came back from five months on the circuits with a buckle, a key, and a ring in my pocket, only to find out you were already married. Tell me, Amy, which part of that sounds easy to forget, let alone forgive?”

Available now from The Wild Rose Press and

Monday, April 1, 2013

Special Announcement

My friend Adelle is having an awesome special and a lot going on....check this out!

I hope you all had a nice Easter weekend.
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Winner announced April 3rd! Good luck!
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I'd like to thank you, dear reader, for your continued support. I am so pleased so many of you have taken advantage of downloading my Trilogy this past weekend. I hope you enjoy it! I'd love it if you'd leave a little review/rating on Amazon.
Have an awesome week!
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*The next installment of my Women of Strength Series, Dani will be available April 14th/15th.
*Keep an eye out for the release of a fabulous trailer for Killer Scents and the sequel coming this summer, Scent of a Killer.
* I've decided I will be writing a continuation of Iron Horse Rider Trilogy.... The Next Generation. Fingers crossed it will be available late Fall 2013. Stay tuned!


Friday, February 8, 2013


I grew up in the city so we NEVER had snow days.  Nothing like hanging in your pjs with the kids feeling like you are skipping school and work LOL.

Of course, when you work out of a home office, that doesn't always work LOL.  Sort of like today.  Had been out on contract work most of the week so today will be catch up on the editing etc.

Of course, when you work out of a home office, you also get to make your own hours :) so you can work around the fun stuff on a snow day LOLOL.

Safe travels to all those who do have to go out in this mess, though, no fun there.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

A Joyful Break-Dreams of Plain Daughters -Book One Author: Diane Craver Website

A Joyful Break
by Diane Craver

After her mother's untimely death, a twenty-year old Amish woman has a difficult decision to make. Make a break from the Plain community and her boyfriend to live in the English world permanently..... or join the Amish church.

Rachel Hershberger wants to get away from her Amish home in Fields Corner, Ohio. For a year she's been trying to fill her mother's shoes by taking care of her father and siblings. She quit her job at the bakery so she could have more time to clean and cook at home. Before her mother died, Rachel was positive she wanted to marry Samuel Weaver, but now she can't think about wedding plans. She blames her father for her mother's death. If they had installed a phone in their barn or shanty, her mother might have received medical help in time to save her life. Her mother's death has made Rachel question if she should be baptized and join the church. She wonders if non-Amish women live longer and have less stress. Maybe her forty-four year old mother would still be alive had she left the Amish lifestyle like her sister Carrie did. When her Aunt Carrie invites her to go to the beach, Rachel decides the time away will help her to decide whether to join the Amish church or to live in the English world. She is conflicted because she loves Samuel and her family. Instead of a relaxing time away, disturbing events happen while Rachel's in Florida. A photographer snaps troublesome pictures of Rachel because of her famous senator uncle,. and a handsome and charming college student falls in love with Rachel.

“Ms. Craver penned this story with such emotion that it was easy for me to feel as if the story was unfolding before me firsthand. I was seeing and feeling everything Rachel was as if I experienced it myself. I love being able to walk away from a story feeling I went through the trials and tribulations as if I was another character in it and this author did that for me with this entertaining Amish story. I highly recommend it!” --Rating: 5 ~~Review by Diana Coyle for Night Owl Romance Review

Check it out on today!

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

It is AMAZING what a new haircut can do for your outlook!