Saturday, April 30, 2016

Mother Daughter Camping

I'm not a camper. I like indoor plumbing and my adjustable tempurpedic bed and wifi. But when my daughter and I were invited to go to a mother-daughter weekend at a girls' camp, I agreed to go. After all, just because I don't like camping doesn't mean she won't like it.

The good news was that the camp's cabins were air conditioned and had indoor plumbing. The bad news was that our little party was assigned to a wagon (which did have AC) but which was a bit of a walk to the restroom. Of course, Princess Galen thought the wagons were the best thing ever.

She also thought the best thing ever was our first activity bright and early Saturday morning: climbing wall. Yes, she wanted me to climb a 40-foot wall at 9 in the morning after sleeping on a bunk bed. Here we are suited up in our harnesses.

Did I climb to the top? Um, no. I had to save my strength for the day (and night) ahead. Princess Galen climbed to the top. Twice. This was the second time. She's on the left.

More my style were our other activities that day--reading a book about butterflies and cooking donuts.
I also found out that though I've never found coloring particularly relaxing, I do enjoy making friendship bracelets. Here are some bracelets we made.

After s'mores and campfire songs, we went to bed (Princess Galen was finally tired) and got up the next morning, dressed in our hats for the Mad Hatter Tea Party.

And then it was back home to my lovely, lovely bed, where the worst thing I have to climb is a flight of stairs.

Camping: love it or hate it or never tried it? I have a mystery goody bag from the Sourcebooks party at the RT conference to give to one person who comments. (Winner randomly chosen and notified on Sunday).

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Friday, April 29, 2016

It's Coming!! Alpha Wolf Need Not Apply!

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 An alpha werewolf meets his match in this sizzling paranormal romance from USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear


Wolf shifter and park ranger Eric Silver is committed to his job policing spectacular San Isabel National Forest, and he’s hot on the scent of some mysterious wolves who are up to no good. When Eric’s investigation leads him to cross paths with forester Pepper Grayling, he’s fascinated to learn this she-wolf is her pack’s leader—strong, independent, and definitely not looking for a mate.

With unknown dangers on the prowl, Pepper is tempted to give in to her attraction to Eric and align her pack with his. But Pepper’s been pursued by many an alpha male out to take over her pack and gain her hard-won territory—and Eric is a born leader. How does Eric earn the trust of a she-wolf who’s been betrayed so often in the past?

AND all of the Silver Wolf Town books are on 99 cent sale for a limited time!! Get yours now!
My puppy is so excited about it, he was doing a jig!
And there's a giveaway for Billionaire in Wolf's Clothing!
Okay wrong cover, but he's sexy too. He'll be coming in October.
Yes, that's the one I was thinking of. Okay, hot and hot and hot! No matter what level the temperature is outside.

sea turtle and fish (640x480) and reflection 

I was having some fun with this sea turtle and created a reflection of it underwater. Isn’t that cool? My son actually was scuba diving with his army friend. He's in the AF, and they got together in Hawaii where his friend is stationed.

But I'm working on SEAL Wolf Undercover, though it's cold in Oregon, and no warm water like this there!

Wouldn't a wolf story, or jaguar, set in Hawaii be a super cool idea? 

Have a great day!!

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
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Thursday, April 28, 2016

Home Improvement Junkie

I confess, I have a problem.  It started innocently enough.  Last December I had a bad cold and spent a week in bed.  Flipping channels I came across HGTV and watched my first home improvement show.  It was amusing. It was fun.

It was…addictive.

At first I would just watch a little Fixer Upper, you know, just for fun. Then it was Property Brothers, Love It or Leave It, Flip or Flop, and before I knew it I was watching YouTube videos on how to tile a shower at 2am.

The worst part was the discontent I now felt towards my own home. Was that peeling linoleum on the floor? Peach tile in the bathroom? And (horror of horrors) laminate counters in the kitchen? Gasp!

After a few months I became convinced that not only did my entire house need to be refinished, but that I could remodel my house with nothing but a charge card and my how to videos. Oh yes, I was going to be a Do-It-Yourselfer!


I thought I would start easy. I would replace a door. How hard could it be? I see them do it on the home improvement shows in about 30 seconds. I managed to rip out my old door with a crow bar (that part was fun).  Then I attempted to install the new door with my level, a pneumatic nail gun, and one million shims.

After my near-death experience with the attack door and the nail gun gone mad, I have decided to call a contractor.  Suffice to say, my home improvement addiction has cost me plenty.  My husband has made futile attempts at banning me from watching home remodel programs.  He is convinced every show costs him money.

He’s right.

But oh, I need me some shiplap and a French door!

Has anyone else been bitten by the home improvement bug?

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

VIKING WARRIOR REBEL Cover Reveal! (Asa Maria Bradley)

It's been quite a year for the Viking Warriors series so far. Immortal Viking King Leif snagged double RITA nominations for the first book, VIKING WARRIOR RISING, and this October Valkyrie Astrid arrives to kick ass. Check out the amazing cover that the Sourcebooks Casablanca team created for VIKING WARRIOR REBEL!

 She can’t let him discover…Immortal Vikings are among us.

Astrid Irisdotter is a Valkyrie, a fierce warrior fighting to protect humanity from the evil god Loki and his brutal minions. She’s on an urgent mission for her queen when everything goes hideously sideways. Undercover agent Luke Holden arrives on the scene just in time to save her life—and put his own on the line. Luke may have saved her, but that doesn’t mean Astrid can trust him. Tempers flare as they hide secret upon secret from each other, but Astrid’s inner warrior knows what it wants…and it will not take no for an answer.

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2016 double RITA finalist Asa Maria Bradley grew up in Sweden surrounded by archaeology and history steeped in Norse mythology, which inspired the immortal Vikings and Valkyries in her paranormal romances. She arrived in the U.S. as a high school exchange student and quickly became addicted to ranch dressing and cop shows. Asa currently resides on a lake deep in the pine forests of the Pacific Northwest with a British husband and a rescue dog of indeterminate breed. She graduated from the Inland Northwest Center for Writers program at Eastern Washington University with an MFA in creative writing and also holds an MS in Medical Physics from University of Colorado. Visit her at, or follow her on Twitter @AsaMariaBradley.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Books That Inspired Me by Linda Broday

As with all writers, my path to publishing was paved by the books I read that shaped and molded me. These books still remain on my keeper shelf. The first romance I ever read was Angelique by Sergeanne Golon which was a French husband and wife team. I checked this book out of my high school library and fell in love with the characters. Angelique was auctioned off to a horribly scarred nobleman by her despicable father. She ended up falling hopelessly in love. Ahhhh, such a satisfying story and sparked my imagination. After that I became fascinated with pirate and Gypsy books. Publishers saturated the market with them back then.

Then, along came Kathleen Woodiwiss. Oh my dear Lord! I devoured every book she produced. I think all of us might've been influenced by Kathleen because she really was the one to pave the way for us. Wonderful stories that captured my heart and fed my love for strong men with honor.

A lot of books followed--too many to count. But I think the next big author to come along was Bertrice Small. I'll never forget SKYE O'MALLEY and that entire series!

Johanna Lindsey was another with her Mallory series. Oh those handsome Malory men! They swept me away.

But the one book I think that set me on the path to writing historical westerns was ANGEL by Johanna Lindsey. A hunky gunslinger/outlaw who was called The Angel of Death because he rode into a place and left dead men in his wake. After reading this book I knew I wouldn't be satisfied writing anything other than western romance. We all have to find that one niche that fulfills us and feeds that burning desire like nothing else.

These are but a fraction of the books that carved the path for me. It's impossible to list them all.

Are any of these familiar to you? What books are on your list that linger in your heart for years after you read them?

Here are the books in my Bachelors of Battle Creek series. They're all available in bookstore and online everywhere.

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Monday, April 25, 2016


If you open a nineteenth century etiquette book like, The ladies' hand-book of etiquette and manual of politeness, you will find rules for everything. Rules on how to properly address a letter, how to meet someone in a demure fashion, what to do if a gentleman is vulgar, or how to stand or walk the proper distance from your betters.


Many of these rules are common sense and still apply today. Some however, to repeat a cliché, have gone with the wind. For example, anyone familiar with social media must realize that nineteenth century rules of modesty have been forgotten.

One of the charms of historical romance is to spend a few moments in the graceful past. While I’ve never come across someone standing a few paces behind a Duke in romance novels, there are many other aspects of etiquette that do grace their pages. Who does not like a gentleman who would place his cape over a mud puddle so my lady may not get muddy?


One other form of etiquette I admire is the habit of taking a bow of respect. Forget the etiquette of gentlemen standing upon a lady’s entrance (that might resemble whack-a-mole and give me an outbreak of the giggles), but who wouldn’t enjoy a brief bow of respect every once and awhile? I wonder if my husband would do this? He’ll give me a wink and probably say, “I’ll give you an occasional bow if you walk two paces behind me.”

Here’s an excerpt from TO CATCH A RAKE when the hero behaves like a gentleman, even though he might not be feeling that way.

“Halfway to his destination, he observed three lovely ladies approaching him on the pathway. The first lady caught sight of him at a hundred paces and stopped in her tracks. The other women then stopped too. The group conversed for a minute before giggles erupted.
George hated giggles. Women were not high on his list of favorite things at the moment. They ranked right up there with over-flowing privies. None of them could be trusted, because they were all inveterate tittle-tattlers, bags of maudlin sentiment, and silly book writers.
“Oh look, that’s the very man himself,” the first lady said, immediately pulling back her hand when caught pointing at him.
He lengthened his stride, hoping to pass them in seconds.
“Are you certain?” the second lady said.
The first lady furtively nodded.
Ten feet before their paths crossed, he caught a white flash out of the corner of his eye. Upon further examination, it appeared the first lady had dropped her handkerchief on the pavement in front of him. He ground his teeth. Then swore he had no intention of picking it up. Very likely his chivalry toward the fairer sex may have escaped him permanently. He quickened his step.
A foot away, the second lady dropped her handkerchief right in his path. If he stepped on it, the handkerchief would be ruined, so he had to stop. Glaring downward at the offending cloth, he mumbled a strong swear word under his breath. He inhaled, tipped his hat, and bowed. “Ladies.” He then addressed the third one. “Would you care to drop your handkerchief too? It’s more efficient if I pick all three up at the same time. Besides, I would hate to leave a member of your party out of my gallantries.”
All of the ladies beamed.
The third one shook her head. “I forgot to bring my handkerchief,” she said in a disappointed tone.
He feigned a smile. “My loss.”
They all continued to smile and repeatedly nodded at each other.
He bent over to pick up the two white linen squares. At the very moment his hand grabbed the first one, a flash of silver and a heavy thump sounded as a silver reticule dropped on the pavement in front of his nose.
Seemingly without a handkerchief, the third lady had thrown in her reticule.
A moment of uneasy silence followed. Finally, he straightened and burst out in laughter.
The three women joined him, and they all laughed together.
After regaining his composure, he shook his head and bent over to pick up the small collection of items on the pavement. He then gracefully handed each piece to the correct owner, followed with a deep bow.

What is your favorite form of etiquette practiced by your favorite romantic heroes?

Friday, April 22, 2016

Pretty Covers with Marie

Today, since I'm late putting up my post (dratted West Coast time!) I thought I'd share some of my ARC cover flats for my Body Shop Bad Boys series. And my favorite McCauley covers below...


Coming in June, Test Drive

Coming in September, Roadside Assistance

And those amazing McCauleys...

Welcome to the rough-and-tumble McCauley family, a tight-knit band of four bachelor brothers who work hard, drink beer, and relentlessly tease each other. When three independent women move in next door, all hell breaks loose.