Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Authors After Dark

Authors After Dark is coming QUICKLY and OMG this year is going to be INSANE!

As always AAD is about the readers, and the amount of awesome we have put together for you this year, you would be INSANE not to attend….

First, our amazing Master of Ceremonies is none other than Alexandra Ivy! She will be doing a cool little event to celebrate your favorite gargoyle, Levet on Friday! Wanna know more? Check out the FB group where Alex will be talking about the awesome that she has going on!

Torquere and authors BA Tortuga and Julia Talbot will be Sponsoring our Welcome event, the Midnight Rodeo… And it looks like We will have some VERY COOL goodies and… Riding… happening… *SNICKER*

How about Parties? This year we have a special event called the Leather and Lace Ball! Curious? We thought so! Take a ride on the wild side and let your inhibitions fly with five New York Times Bestselling Authors of erotic romance. Cuffs and corsets encouraged.

With:
J. Kenner, Liliana Hart, Carly Phillips, Janelle Denison, Jasinda Wilder and Lorelei James

The ladies will be talking more about this on the FB group starting soon!

New for 2014 is the Paranormal Party! Join over 20 Paranormal authors who will be giving away goodies, some books and hanging out with you to snack and chat! Wanna know what authors are involved? You will have to join the FB group to see!


And of course, we have the amazing Masquerade Ball! This year it’s the SINS AND VIRTUES BALL! Are you a sin or a virtue? Join us for a wild costumed event! Prizes for the best costumes, including a 200$ gift certificate to Lori Ann Costumes!

Your Sins and Virtues Sponsors:
Sin Lust
Boone Brux
Opal Carew

Sin Pride
BA Tortuga
Andrew Grey

Sin Envy
Stella Price
TJ Michaels

Sin Gluttony
Desiree Holt
Saranna DeWylde

Sin Greed
Ann Mayburn
Heather Long

Sin Sloth
Lizzie T. Leaf
Julie Morgan

Sin Wrath
Stacey Kennedy
Marianne Morea

Virtue Charity
Kerry Adrienne
Trista Ann

Virtue Chastity
Jenn LeBlanc
Annabel Jospeh

Virtue Humility
Milly Taiden
Donna McDonald

Virtue Kindness
CJ Ellisson
Alexandra Ivy

Virtue Temprance
J. Kenner
Sidney

Virtue Diligence
Denise Grover Swank
Jenna McCormick

Virtue Patience
Lousia Bacio
Kallypso masters

And if THAT isn’t enough awesome that will be going on… This year we have an amazing off site costumed event… the Ladies on the Green event sponsored by the AAD Anachronistic Society! This will be an hour and a Half on the famous GREEN in Charlotte (a half block from the hotel). It will be a Costumed event (though Costumes are not required they are encouraged!) to celebrate Gothic, Victorian, steampunk dark historical literature! Your hosts will be: Sahara Kelly, Amanda McIntyre, Leanna Renee Hieber, A.L. Davroe and S.A. Price. Prizes and readings will happen, as well as photo ops!

And NEVER forget the Amazing Open bar with Mel Schroeder and friends! They have SO MUCH awesome set up for you just before the Bookies… you do NOT wanna miss that!

Getting excited yet? How about some info on the AWESOME mini events we have going on? Ready?

On Wed. Night,  Join Sasha White and Joey W. Hill for a wild party and Q&A, Also, the Blind Date Book Party will be open to start your con right! (If you have never done a BDBP, you are MISSING out! You need to attend, Get your blind date book, find the author that wrote it, and hang out with them!)

Thursday?  Panels up the wazoo, and the Bookie Awards----- goodies and books to be given out! The hangout with The GNO girls lead by CJ Ellisson and Boone Brux for some crazy fun! And if that wasn’t enough?  Readings and a Blogger Sleepover party as well!

Friday? More panels, a games carnival with Nina Gooden and Pals, Name that Author with Cat Johnson, and some other fun surprises!

Saturday? A few panels, the Big ass booksigning with 100 authors,  the Cowboy Stampede party, the Readers Mad Tea Party with Hildie McQueen, An after the bookies event with a special publisher sponsor, And Jess Michaels’ Birthday extravaganza!

SEE? SO MUCH AWESOME! All the authors that are involved with parties will be talking about their involvement on the FB group, so join up and get ready to rock.

Oh? You say you’re not registered for AAD yet? You need to be! All registrants get put in the hat for the welcome party prizes, and these prizes are AMAZING! Breakfast with authors, Booze and Books, side trips to Carrowwinds…. We have a minimum of 90 special prizes…. So…

You need to rock this con! And as if this wasn’t enough…. AAD will be giving away something really awesome to registrants…. Wanna know what?

How about 5 VIP registrations for THE NOVEL EXPERIENCE 2015 in LAS VEGAS? YES… 5!


And…

How about this… If we hit 100 more registrations from TODAY April 10th to June 10th, we will give away 2 AAD registrations for 2015…  2!!!!! So get registered, get your room and get ready for one HELL of an amazing year with us!

 JOIN US! WE CANT WAIT TO HANGOUT WITH YOU!

Stella and Audra Price Risktaking Romance (Also writing as Dagmar Avery)

Friday, April 4, 2014

Crashing the Boards--Seduced by the Game Charity Anthology for Cancer

Here's a sneak peek at my contribution to this anthology due to be released next week.

Chapter 1—Shutdown

Cooper Black skidded across the ice on his ass and slammed into the boards behind the net, taking the puck with him. The Boston defenseman was on the puck like Coop’s old tabby cat attacking the neighbors’ chickenshit dog. Cooper scrambled to his feet, digging the blades of his skates into the ice, trying to get his balance, only to fall again. Stevich fought like a crazed man, gaining control of the puck, and executing a perfect pass to his center.

If Cooper hadn’t been so preoccupied with keeping one eye on the clock winding down and the other on the puck, he might’ve seen the Russian coming on his blind side. He might have had one more chance on goal, one last desperation shot for a tie to send game seven of the semifinals into overtime.

Only he didn’t get that chance.

The final buzzer sounded.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to end with Boston celebrating on the Giants’ home ice. His five-year-old nephew skated better than he had tonight. Struggling to his feet, Cooper skated around the victors and headed for the locker room with his head down. Boston moved on to the Finals, and his team moved on to prepare for next season. Always next season.

He couldn’t avoid the press blocking his exit. Too weary to put up a good fight—he’d left all his fight out on the ice—he patiently answered their inane questions.

How do you feel after coming so close but coming up short?

“How do you think I feel?”

What are your plans for the off-season?

“Take a few weeks off for my body to heal and go back at it.”

How many more seasons do you plan on skating?

“Heck if I know.”

And so it went, he’d just managed to extricate himself from the bloodsuckers when the Giants’ PR guy pulled him off to the side. “There’s a group of kids from Make-A-Wish anxious to meet you for pics and autographs.”

Cooper almost said no. He was that tired, but he never said no to kids, especially kids with disabilities. He’d never forget his childhood hero walking right past Cooper and his little brother as if they didn’t exist despite their pleas for an autograph. They’d waited outside the visiting locker room shivering from the cold for what seemed hours, and the jerk couldn’t take one minute to make two small boys’ dreams come true, completely destroying Cooper’s image of the man. Cooper would never be that guy. As long as a kid wanted a moment of his time, he’d give it.

Several minutes later, he put on his best team captain face and yanked open the locker room door. Despite how miserable he might be inside, he’d never let the guys see him defeated or discouraged. Cooper paused in the doorway and swung his gaze around the solemn locker room. He’d attended funerals more cheerful than this.

“What the fuck is going on? Who died?” Cooper faked a grin he didn’t feel and strode into the room, the picture of upbeat confidence. There were too many young guys on this team to let this setback get them down.

No one even looked up at him.

“Hey, guys, we'll get ’em next year. We were that close.” He held up his hand using his thumb and forefinger to illustrate just how fucking damn close they'd been to winning that last game and making it to the Finals—the dream that had eluded him for thirteen years.

Finally, Cedric, his best buddy on the team, lifted up his head and rubbed his beefy, scarred hands over his face. Heaving a deep sigh, he turned toward Cooper. Cedric’s stricken expression struck fear deep in Cooper’s gut. “They fired Coach.”

“They? Who the fuck is they?”

“Our new ownership.”

Cooper stared at his friend, certain he’d heard wrong. “New ownership? I've been gone from the locker room thirty minutes and we lost a coach and gained new owners? You guys are playing me.”

Ced just stared at him.

“Right? You're bullshitting me. Isn’t he, Crandall?”

Crandall glanced up and then buried his head in his hands again. The young guys wouldn’t even look at him.

A cold shiver sliced through him. They weren’t shitting him.

“What new owners?” Sure, there’d been all sorts of rumors, but there’d always been rumors. He’d been with this organization since he’d come up from the minors, thirteen years ago. And he’d heard every rumor known to man until he quit listening.

“The Puget Sound Hockey Alliance.”

“That Seattle group that's been stalking every team with a shaky fan base and money-starved owners?”

“The very one.”

“They do have deep pockets, so that’s a good thing.” Cooper forced himself to remain positive. The team’s now former owners had been douches that bled the team dry.

“Sure, if you like rain.”

Cooper sank onto the bench. “No.”

“We’re moving to Seattle.” Cedric confirmed his worst nightmare.

Cooper’s future turned as dismal as a gray Seattle sky. He knew all about Seattle weather. As a kid, he’d been forced to spend a few weeks there every summer with a crotchety old aunt. He hated it there, swore it was one place on earth he’d never live.

He looked at all the down faces in turn, and the truth was reflected in each one. “We’re going to Seattle.” He said the words with such despair, a guy would think he’d been sentenced to death row. In his mind, he was.

As captain of this team, he should be singing Seattle’s praises, waxing poetic over the billionaire owner, and convincing the team this was the best thing that had ever happened to them.
He wasn't that noble. In fact, he was fucking pissed.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Seduced by the Game--Hockey Anthology to Benefit Cancer


It’s almost here! Seduced by the Game 2014 will release sometime in mid-to-late April, 2014.

I am thrilled to be a part of this wonderful collection of original hockey romances, penned by several bestselling sports romance authors. You`ll not only be getting eight novellas for the price of one book, but every penny made on the sales from this book for a year go right to Hockey Fights Cancer.

This is planned to be an annual event, with all proceeds going to the charity. All of the authors involved donated our novellas for the anthology, but it didn`t stop there. Cover art, logo design, proofreading, editing, marketing support: it has all been donated. What a great team effort for a truly worthwhile cause!

I’ll keep you updated as the news becomes available, but for now, here’s a teaser from my contribution titled Crashing the Boards, part of my new Seattle Sockeyes hockey series.

BLURB:

Can a party crasher melt the icy heart of a reluctant party guest or will she crash and burn along with her fledgling business?

Professional party crasher, Izzy Maxwell, has been hired to ensure the Seattle Sockeyes team party is a rousing success, while team captain Cooper Black is determined that it will be anything but. Armed with killer heels, a provocative dress, and loads of confidence, Izzy is determined to win over the ruggedly handsome hockey player and save the party and her business.

Seattle Sockeyes team captain Cooper Black can’t get beyond his anger over the new owners moving his team to Seattle, the one place on earth he swore he’d never live. Izzy hijacks Cooper, posing as his girlfriend, and his best buddy plays along despite Cooper’s protests, but Izzy’s persuasive talents, their undeniable chemistry, and a couple of intimate liaisons destroy Cooper’s resistance.

But when Cooper finds out Izzy had been hired to crash the party, and he’s been played a fool, the beginning of something special ends before it starts. Can Izzy convince Cooper to take another chance on her or will they both crash into the boards?

* * * *

EXCERPT:

Party crashing was an art—if done right.

Isabella Maxwell should know. She’d been crashing parties for years, at first to get a decent meal and later—much later—as a part-time profession with her three younger sisters. She’d never crashed a party she didn’t take from dud to memorable in minutes.

Tonight she might have met her match.

She’d done her research and knew the obstacles and challenges, but nothing prepared her for the scene awaiting her on the party deck of the Washington Queen, a local tour boat rented by the Seattle Sockeyes hockey team for an evening dinner cruise around Elliott Bay.

As security checked invitations at the door, Izzy snuck past them and peeked in the doorway, scoping out the scene inside—DJ in the corner, empty dance floor complete with mirror ball and flashing lights, not a dancer anywhere. Hockey players were slouched in chairs clumped around tables, reminding her of pimply faced preteens at a junior high dance. Only these boys weren’t preteens or pimply faced. They were a formidable wall of broad chests, bulging thighs, and determined expressions. Each one mirroring the other, but she’d done her research. There was one man she needed to win over to salvage this party, and he hadn’t arrived yet.

Her sisters had already boarded the boat, managing to sneak past security, every one of them dressed to kill or at least to charm a professional hockey team, Bethany in her plunging Vera Wang gown and deadly high heels. Emma and Avery, the youngest at twenty-one and identical twins, looked every bit like giddy hockey groupies who’d managed to snag an invite to the party. Standing near the buffet table, they giggled and whispered as they stole glances at the players. Several players stared right back. Nearby, Bethany engaged the team play-by-play announcer in conversation, while he stared at her boobs, but men always stared at Bethany’s boobs.

The stage was set.

Time to get this party started. The Sockeyes were going to have the time of their lives if she had to threaten bodily harm with their own hockey sticks. 

“Ma’am, I need to see your invitation.” A security guard with a receding hairline, the waist of his polyester pants pulled up to his armpits, and a determined set to his skinny jaw, stepped in front of her before she could enter through the double doors.

“Oh, that.” Izzy made a show of digging through her saddlebag of a purse, not exactly in keeping with her little black sheath, but it served its purpose. “I know it’s in here somewhere.”

The security guard wasn’t the least bit impressed. He tapped his toe on the floor and took a ready stance as if he expected her to run any moment. Just what she needed, a SWAT team wannabe. She batted her eyes at him and continued to dig in her purse.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s here somewhere.”

“Ma’am, you’ll need to leave the boat until you can find it.”

She laughed and tapped on his name tag with one perfectly manicured finger. “Now, Carl, you just hold on one teensy bit. We’ll get this straightened out.” Izzy slipped into her fake Southern drawl; it brought most men to their knees.

Not Carl. In fact, not one hair quivered on his mustache. “My orders are strict. No one, not even the governor, gets in without an invite.” He wrapped scrawny fingers around her arm and pulled her none too gently from the doorway. He might look like a wimp but the guy was surprisingly strong.

No matter. She’d switch to Plan B.

“My boyfriend will be here any moment. He must have the tickets.”

As if on cue, her target for the night walked up the ramp and onto the boat. Cooper Black. The captain of the newly christened Seattle Sockeyes, and the most outspoken man on the team against the team’s move and current situation, which he hated—the very man Izzy needed to tame tonight for this situation to turn around.

Judging by the stubborn set of his jaw and those steely blue eyes, this wasn’t going to be easy.

 

 

 

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Contemporary Nights--New Release and Giveaway


AVAILABLE NOW: Contemporary Nights, Volume 1 (The Night Series)


USA Today and New York Times bestselling author, C.J. Ellisson, along with four other bestselling authors, have put together their hottest contemporary romances guaranteed to heat up your e-readers. Over 700 pages of international lovers, college geeks, sexy number crunchers, and playboy bachelors sweep you away to island hideaways, hot nights in Vegas, haunted Irish castles, and secret trysts. 

Avoiding Mr. Right by C.J. Ellisson: Carla Johnson thinks issuing orders to a lover will keep her heart safe and leave her in charge of her own destiny. Andy Shea refuses to become another lover the feisty blonde dumps. It’ll take a patient man with a strong hand to unlock Carla’s sexual awareness and win her heart—he’s very eager to prove this number cruncher won’t make a boring bedmate.

** New Release! One Night in Vegas by Hildie McQueen: The morning after Amy Leigh Paisley, is left behind in Las Vegas, she wakes up with not only a huge hangover, but married to Trent Mulherin, who happens to be Charleston’s most eligible bachelor. Who can blame a girl when she decides to keep her hot husband?
 
The Irish Lover by Lila Dubois: Mary Callahan doesn’t remember Glenncailty, or the handsome Michael Baker, yet she’s connected to both by a dark, dangerous past. Wary of her feelings for Michael, and the shadows within Glenncailty Castle, Mary must decide if she’s willing to risk her heart for a chance at love and a place to call home.
 
Grooming the Player by Allie K. Adams: Emma Rae hates players. When the king of the nerds asks her to turn him into one, she wants to say no, but he makes her an offer she can’t refuse. It’s not like she’ll turn him into anything she wants. He could be her greatest creation…or her ultimate downfall.

Save the Last Dance for Me by Jami Davenport: What’s a girl to do after her former fiancĂ© declares that she’s frigid? Mariah Baker decides to take a jaunt on her wild side…if she can find it. The scruffy Puerto Rican leasing the waterfront house next door appears to be just the man for the mission. After all, what better way to defrost than with a sexy Latin lover? Only Rico isn’t who she thinks he is, and time is her enemy.

Monday, February 3, 2014

SEAHAWKS WIN---Sports Romance Blog Hop, February 3-5

As a life-long 12th woman, I am beyond excited. My Seahawks are the Super Bowl 48 champions!!! This graphic from Nike pretty much says it all:
 
 

 
 

The Super Bowl and all it's hype is over. What to do now? How about a blog hop featuring sports romance writers?

If you don't know me, I write the Seattle Lumberjacks football romance series. What you probably don't know about is that I am starting a hockey series also set in Seattle.

COMING THIS SUMMER:

The Seattle Sockeyes Hockey Series

New team, new owner, new coach, new location. Hockey in Seattle.

Seattle has a major league hockey team for the first time since 1924. Leaving sunny Florida for cold, rainy Seattle, the newly christened Sockeyes aren’t happy about their predicament at all. They’ve been forced to leave behind their fan base, their friends, and in some cases, their families. Their beloved coach has been fired along with his staff, and the team isn’t buying into the new coach’s philosophy or the new owner’s requirements.

Will this team grow as a unit or fall apart under the pressure? Will they find love and romance under cloudy skies and towering firs?

Enter to win a digital copy of one of my books (your choice) by leaving a comment. Click the links below to visit the other awesome sports romance authors on this blog hop:




3. N Kuhn















Sunday, January 26, 2014

Super Mojo Giveaway--January 26 to February 1



Calling all Seahawks fans, football fans, and romance readers, help Allie K. Adams break her bad Seahawks mojo so she can watch the game on Sunday. The more people who enter, the better our chances of lifting the curse.
Enter for your chance to win:

$25 gift certificate to Amazon from Allie K. Adams

$25 gift certificate to Amazon from Jami Davenport

Seattle Lumberjacks book of your choice (3) by JamiDavenport

Rescue Me by Allie K. Adams

Delectable by Adrianne Lee

Delicious by Adrianne Lee

Playing for Keeps by Liz Matis

A Groom for Christmas (ebook or print) by Cari Marsi

The Group Seduction by Wendy S. Marcus

Dragonstone by Paula Millhouse

Read what Allie has to say:

Seahawks vs. Broncos

Who's your team for the big game?  

If you say the Broncos, we may have to have a serious talk. The Seahawks have been my boys for as long as I can remember. I grew up in Seattle and, although I now live in Montana, I will always be a 12th [wo]man.

For those of you friends with me on Facebook, you know of my "bad mojo" when it comes to watching the Hawks. I only watched them three times in the regular season and guess what? That's right--they lost all three games. I started to watch the NFC championship game and our QB fumbles the ball on the first play. I don't know why I'm bad mojo to my boys, but the facts speak for themselves. I've been cursed. Unless we find someway to lift this curse, I'm banned from watching the Superbowl, which displeases me greatly.

That's where you come in! I've teamed up with bestselling authors Jami Davenport and Adrianne Lee to help me break this curse. We are doing massive giveaways in the hopes the good mojo from the prizes, and from both Jami and Adrianne, will be enough to free me from my bad mojo so I can watch the big game! The more entries, the better.

Here's my take if we don't get enough entries:
1. Distraught that she can't watch the game, Allie takes to the streets, looking for something to do;
2. She stumbles upon four men with questionable morals playing quarters in the back of a shady bar. There's no TV, so she's safe and joins the game;
3. She starts winning and requires the men to wear toilet paper rolls on the top of their heads while hollering out, "Ho, Thundercats!" before they drink;
4. The men are now sloppily boogered up (aka drunk--Allie'ism) and all want to marry her and be her love slave;

Don't make these men become love slaves. Save me before this happens! I tried to find a Peyton Manning voodoo doll when I was in New Orleans last week, but I only found beads and a drink called a monsoon. Fair warning--don't have more than one monsoon or you'll forget your name. But I digress...

Help me lift this curse so I can watch the game on Sunday by entering the contest. It doesn't cost you a thing and may be the difference between me watching the game and being forced to come up with something else to occupy my time. Review the list above if you think that's a good idea.


You just may be the difference between me being allowed to watch the big game and four random men becoming my love slaves.

a Rafflecopter giveaway