The Trouble with Misbehaving book blast



The Trouble with Misbehaving

by Victoria Hanlen

GENRE: Historical Romance

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About the book:

Love, Betrayal and Redemption

Calista ‘CC’ Collins is used to being the talk of the town. With her scandalous past she’s learnt the hard way that a woman needs to be strong to get what she wants in a man’s world. And what she wants is the infamous Captain Beauford Tollier—roguish son of an earl, notorious blockade-runner and all-round knave of the seas.

However, Captain Beau is not one to be cajoled—he is done with the dangerous sea life and ready to follow the life of the straight and narrow. But with many powerful forces circling around him, Beau doesn’t stand a chance…

Excerpt :

Clutching her elbow, he led her across the manicured lawn into a copse of trees.

What are you do—”

He swung them behind a tree and peered out. Whatever she wanted to talk about suddenly lost importance. The villains following him were the more immediate problem.

“Tell me—”

“Shhhh.” He pressed a finger to her lips.

Two men in top hats stepped off the gravel path and picked their way across the lawn.

Beau marched C.C. deeper into the grove around trees and shrubs. Then through an archway of fragrant vines to a fountain struggling to reflect hazy moonlight. They needed to stay quiet and hidden.

“Before you drag me any further into the bushes—”

Didn’t the woman know the meaning of shhhh? She would give away their hiding place if he didn’t do something quick. He pulled her to him and covered her mouth with his. Mint and vanilla filled his senses.

Her sweet, almost maidenly response surprised him. No, she probably wasn’t a tart. Just a hasty stolen kiss, yet he couldn’t help appreciate the tantalizing fit of her supple lips under his and how her body softened against him. His heart stammered and launched into a faster beat. Lifting his head, he gazed about her bewildered, upturned countenance, breathlessly poised for a man’s kisses. Hmm, not entirely a maiden either.

Perhaps another quick kiss would clarify matters?



AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Award winning, historical romance author, VICTORIA HANLEN, has worked at a wide range of jobs, from fashion, to corporate business, to treading the boards of stage and professional opera. A lifelong writer, she once put her skills to use in PR and advertising. But her favorite form of writing is happily-ever-afters spiced with a dash of wit and a page-turning mystery. Victoria and her husband live in rural New England surrounded by a host of wildlife.

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Wanderlust book blast

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by Bernadette Marie

GENRE: Contemporary Romance


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Gia Gallow has traveled the world. Her wanderlust landed her in Georgia where she has created a life for herself away from the petty differences of relatives and domineering ex-lovers. Having settled in America, she has a successful business and dear friends—and the attention of both Dane and Russell Walker. Due to her own family’s dramas over dueling hearts, she might have to forget about her feelings for Dane to keep peace within the Walker family, but sometimes even running thousands of miles away can’t keep a heart from going after what the heart wants. And Gia’s heart wants Dane.



He’d be gone in a week she reminded herself when the thought about making a move on him entered her mind. Long distance never worked, and she wouldn’t do it again.

He’d be nice eye candy for the next week. She could live with that.



AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Bernadette Marie has been an avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook with stories that she’d share with her friends. Her journey into novel writing started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old typewriter. At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22 years.

In 2007 – after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children –Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published. That year she wrote 12 books. In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born. In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released contemporary titles and has begun the process of taking on other authors in other genres.

Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events. She is also an accomplished martial artist, working her way to her second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do.

An avid reader she loves to meet readers who enjoy reading contemporary romances and she always promises Happily Ever After.





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Love’s Encore Book Blast

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Love’s Encore

by Kathleen Ann Gallagher

GENRE: Contemporary Romance

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 Desire wins the lead role.

Sadie Layne, a creative and motivated high school drama teacher, is grateful for second chances. After surviving breast cancer, she embarks on a celebratory trip to LA with her two best friends. Sadie never expected to run into the handsome and charming Vince De Carlo in the hotel lobby. She hasn’t seen Vince much since they worked together in a theater company years ago. Their meeting interrupts her plans and reminds her of the life she left behind.

Vince, a struggling actor and cover model, is in LA to promote a television pilot. His old attraction to Sadie is stronger than ever. He never forgot her, even though a trusted friendship and a scripted kiss was all they’d shared.

The reunited pair give in to temptation, but reality soon collides with lust as strong doubts about their blossoming romance get in the way. Sadie dreads facing her defeat as an actress, and Vince doesn’t think a struggling actor like himself is capable of providing the accomplished teacher with what she deserves.

Will the couple find a way to keep their sizzling romance alive and build a future together? Or will their uncertainty win the lead role and smother the flames?




AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 Kathleen writes contemporary and paranormal romance in her home in New Jersey, where she lives with her husband and their two fur babies, Luc and Chaz. She spent years working as a registered nurse in an emergency room. Kathleen discovered her passion for reading and writing in the fourth grade. She has three children and three lovable grandsons. Her favorite romantic getaway is Cape May, New Jersey. You might find Kathleen on a beach down the Jersey Shore, wearing a straw hat and sipping on an iced tea as she plots her next romance novel.

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Every Bride Has Her Day release


Something new on the blog. Characters from Lynnette Austin’s book, Every Bride Has Her Day, being released TODAY have momentarily taken over:

Hey, Sam DeLuca here with my sexy-as-all-get-out neighbor, Cricket O’Malley. We’re in Misty Bottoms, Georgia, and Fran’s been good enough to let us handle the interview today. Thanks so much for inviting us to visit at Rusticating in the Tropics. Come on over here, Cricket. It’s time to start!

Cricket: (punching him playfully on the arm) You forgot to tell everyone that we have our own book, Every Bride Has Her Day, the second in Lynnette Austin’s Magnolia Brides series. How do you think you ended up in a book, Sam? As the hero?

Sam: (laughing): Honestly? I have no idea! There’s nothing special about me. Now you? Those thundercloud-colored eyes, that crazy hair…you’re beautiful, Cricket. And a force to be reckoned with. I’ve never known anyone as driven and, at the same time, as selfless as you.

Cricket: Cut it out, Sam. You’re embarrassing me. I work with flowers at my new shop The Enchanted Florist and help with the weddings at Magnolia House. Hardly life-changing work.

Sam: You bring joy to others—at weddings, on birthdays, anniversaries, all kinds of special occasions. And you’re doing it here in Misty Bottoms. This is a very different scene for me. It’s a small—very small—Southern town. Me? I’m New York City born and bred.

Cricket: Yeah, the big bad city detective. But you’re here now.

Sam: (meeting her eyes) Yeah, I am. I came for some much needed R&R. A case went south, one that got way too personal. I came looking for solitude. I wanted to be alone.

Cricket: ( touching his hand) Let’s talk about something lighter. Tell us what you drive.

Sam: Oh, you would go there, wouldn’t you? Okay, I’ve got a big black Harley. I love that thing. But…I’m tackling the house my aunt Gertie left me. It’s been empty a couple years and, boy, does it need work! I can’t very well haul lumber and tools on my bike. On top of that I seem to have adopted Hobo, a stray mutt that showed up on my back porch half-starved. I needed a truck and bought old Lem Gibson’s rust-bucket.

Cricket: And now you can take Hobo and me to the Dairy Queen for ice-cream. Okay, let’s play a game of pretend. You’re getting ready for a night out. Where are you going and what would you wear?

Sam: Seriously?

Cricket nods.

Sam: (big sigh) First of all, you know the answer to this question because when I go out, it’s with you. But okay. I came to town on my Harley, so my wardrobe’s severely limited. I’ll wear jeans and a T-shirt. I’ll slide onto my Harley with you behind me snuggled up close and we’ll take a ride on back country roads with the wind in our faces. Maybe we’ll head to Fat Baby’s Barbeque or Mama’s Pizza and Wings. Then again, maybe we’d just stay home and…

Cricket: (holds up her hand) Stop right there. This is a G-rated interview, Detective DeLuca. One last question. Do you like the way Every Bride Has Her Day ended?

Sam: Are you kidding? It’s a romance, a guaranteed happy-ever-after, right? That means I get the girl.

He glances at Cricket who says nothing, simply raises her brows and sends him a cat-and-mouse smile.

Sam: I do get the girl, don’t I?

Cricket: It’s time for us to go. Tell all these wonderful readers good-bye, Sam.

Sam: But…

Lynnette here. I hope you can join Sam, Cricket, and me in Misty Bottoms, Georgia, for Every Bride Has Her Day, book two in my Magnolia Brides series!


Outside, dusk settled in. Sam opened the kitchen window and a warm breeze played over his face. Grabbing a beer, he decided to sit on the front porch steps for a bit. Hobo followed him out, dropping down heavily beside him, his head on Sam’s lap. Within minutes, the dog was out cold, sighing every once in a while.

Ten minutes turned to twenty, half an hour to an hour.

He thought about Federoff, about the stranger who kept popping up.

The dark didn’t scare him. It was the nightmares in his own head that turned the night against him and made it his enemy. Rather than fade away, the dreams came more often now, even with the sweet scent of the flowers from Gertie’s rosebush filling the room.

Across the road, the bedroom shade opened a crack, and Cricket stood in the window, backlit by a soft lamp. He told himself to look away.

He didn’t.

Sam drew back farther into the shadows. Did she know he watched her? She wasn’t beautiful in the classical sense. That short, choppy blond hair, those storm-cloud eyes and little pointed chin shouldn’t add up to attractive. They did.

The sizzle was purely physical, he reminded himself. It had been awhile since he’d been with a woman. Would be a long time till he wanted to again. The betrayal, the shooting, the hospital and physical therapy had all exacted a huge toll.

Now, he sat in the dark, on the outskirts of a Podunk town in Southern Georgia, alone with his thoughts and an annoying neighbor. One who looked like sin on two legs as she stood at her bedroom window in that skimpy little nightgown.

Sam swallowed a pain pill he’d tucked in his shirt pocket, then took one last look toward Cricket’s. He told himself it was the cop thing, the need to protect. He sure as hell hoped that’s all it was because, otherwise, he was turning into one sick puppy.

Speaking of pups. He nudged the old dog. “Hey, Hobo, bedtime. Run out in the yard and take your last tinkle for the night.”

Restless, Cricket sighed and closed her blind. Not a single light on across the street.

Still, she could have sworn earlier—

She shook her head. This magnetic draw toward Sam DeLuca was silly, with more than a touch of loneliness thrown into the mix. But, oh, her girly parts tingled when the man was around. The man was gorgeous in capital letters.

Black hair and eyes, all that dark stubble, and oh, so male. Torn, tight jeans and a T-shirt that hugged his muscles. And she’d seen earlier what that shirt hid. Ooh, boy. No wonder she couldn’t sleep.

She slipped out the backdoor and hit a switch. Strings of tiny white lights twinkled throughout the garden. Mrs. Michaels had planted a moon garden, and the night blooming jasmine shone beside the Lamb’s ears and Dusty Millers, even in the slim moon’s glow.

Bare-foot, she crossed to the small fountain and sat down on an ornate stone bench. The evening dew moistened her nightgown and hair. A fairy’s kiss.

And still, Sam filled her mind.

Then all hell broke loose.

The most pitiful howls she’d ever heard erupted out front. Hobo? Had something happened to Sam? She raced through the yard, mindless of her bare feet.

“What the hell are you doing?” Sam’s outraged voice lifted over Hobo’s distress.

Relief rushed through her.

Hobo sat in the middle of the road howling pathetically.

“What’s wrong?”

“I have no idea.”

Cricket walked toward them, and Hobo greeted her with a bark and a leg nudge.

Sam’s gaze traveled over her, making her aware of how thin her gown was, how short it was.

He grinned. “Nice look.”

Her eyes drifted down the length of him. He, too, was shoeless, and his jeans hung low. “I might say the same.”

“Cricket—” He raised his hands. “I’m sorry he woke you.”

“He didn’t. I was actually in the back yard.”

“You should get some sleep. Come on, Hobo.”

Sam started toward his house, and Cricket did the same.

Hobo dropped back onto the pavement and filled the night with long, mournful cries.

“See, this is why I don’t need a dog.” Sam took another step toward his house, and the dog’s yelps grew louder.  Hands on his hips, Sam eyed the dog.

Cricket moved closer.

Hobo stopped baying.

“Maybe he just wanted to wish you good night.” Sam pulled Cricket into him.

She could barely breathe. In the moonlight, Sam looked like some pagan god, the moonlight glinting off that dark, dark hair. His body, so hard and warm, lit a fire deep inside her.

Their lips touched, tongues danced, and she went weak-kneed.

“Good night, Bug.”

“Night, Sam.”

Hobo got to all fours, shook, then quietly stood beside Sam, watching her. She stopped at the door and waved.

“Lock your door,” Sam called.

“Consider it done.”

With a smile, she watched the man and his dog cross the street and walk inside.


About the Author:

Lynnette Austin loves Starbucks, Peppermint Patties, and long rides with the top down and the music cranked up! One of the great things about writing is that daydreaming is not only permissible but encouraged. She grew up in Pennsylvania, moved to New York, then to Wyoming, and presently divides her time between Florida’s beaches and Georgia’s mountains. She’s been a finalist in RWA’s Golden Heart Contest, PASIC’s Book of Your Heart Contest, and Georgia Romance Writers’ Maggie Contest. Having grown up in a small town, that’s where her heart takes her—to those quirky small towns where everybody knows everybody…and all their business, for better or worse. Visit her website




Is he or isn’t he?



How well do you really know your spouse? Are you sure about that? Stories about identical twins pretending to be each other are not uncommon. They usually find it easy enough to convince friends, even parents. But could a wife be fooled?

In The Earl Takes All, Lorraine Heath says that could happen. Edward returns home from an exotic trip, bringing back the body of his late brother. Before dying, Albert, the Earl, extracted a promise.  Edward agrees not to stress his pregnant sister-in-law by revealing which twin actually died until after the baby arrives.

The other two nobles Heath introduced us to as the Hellions of Havisham in her previous book, Falling into Bed with a Duke catch on immediately. Yet somehow the widow Julia doesn’t. Albert has been away for several months. She’s become more independent in his absence.  Blah, blah. I’m not convinced.

In spite of my inability to suspend disbelief, I liked the book. Heath handles the growing attraction skillfully while not dissing the dead brother. It’s certainly possible to love more than once, just in different ways.