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For ONE week only, iBooks is spotlighting FREE romance series starters–and I’m thrilled to announce that The Last One is part of that promotion!
You can find all the amazing choices here. . .
In December, 2011, I published my first book, Fearless. The next year, I published two more books, and in 2013, I released three full books and one short. In 2014, I’d written and published two books and was writing a third when I attended Romantic Times convention, where authors were told to publish faster and more often.
Clearly, I took that to heart. I released three more full books in 2014 after RT, and then in 2015, I published 7 books, and then 8 in 2016. In between, I also released shorts, box sets and other smaller books.
Earlier this year, I set out my release plans for 2017 and 2018. When my husband’s position at the church was eliminated in January, I added 6 more novellas to the plan, which means that between January and June, I wrote and released 12 books.
In case you don’t know, that’s a whole lot of books.
And as I worked on this last one, Fifty Frogs, I realized something. I’m tired. I’m exhausted, in fact. I’m not burned out on writing or the business, but I’m seeing that could be possible if I don’t do something now.
So in the middle of that book, I made the decision that this will be my last planned book for 2017. I can’t tell you how much relief this decision brought me. I’ve been telling people that I began to feel like a kid on the brink of summer vacation after a school term that had lasted three years.
I’m not quitting the business–not by a long stretch. I’m planning to work on polishing and rebranding my backlist, so those 50+ books can work for me. I’m planning to write a few shorts here and there, and perhaps–just perhaps–write and publish the next Keeping Score book some time this fall. But I’m not committing to a date, and I’m keeping everything fluid.
All the books on my release list will come out, but they will come out more slowly.
Most of you know that I have four kids. My oldest is married; she works as a speech pathologist at an elementary school, and I volunteer there once a week. I want to keep doing that. My next daughter is 25 and in the midst of some life changes, and I want to be there for her. The next daughter is about to leave home to finish her college career at a school in Maine, and I want to spend time with her this summer, enjoy helping her get ready to move and not have to be anxious about driving her north in August. My son is 16 and about to begin his senior year of homeschooling. I need to be more present for him now.
And then there’s my husband, who is endlessly patient and tolerant of my wacky hours. I want to help him as he launches his new ministry.
I also need to continue to support my family, so as I said, I’ll still be working on my backlist. But I hope the easing of pressure will help me see things more clearly. This business is not easy, although I love it. The pressures are subtle but undeniable. I need to ease back and see how I can make my life work with the business.
My Temptresses heard this announcement last week, and their response was overwhelmingly positive. I love them for that!
I hope you’ll understand, too. I hope you’ll stick with me and support the rebrandings, the promotions and the shorts coming out, and I hope you’ll be around when the books begin releasing again.
Meanwhile, I covet your good wishes and your prayers for our family, as we transition and adjust and keep on keeping on. If you want more insight into what’s going on with us, check out my husband’s new ministry at The Community Chaplain and my spiritual musings at A Pen and A Prayer.
And stay tuned! Good stuff’s coming. <3
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Max Remington has never been anything but a soldier. The oldest son in a family that served our nation for generations, he’d never considered any other path. The army is his life, his home and his one true love.
Until he meets Samantha Crewe.
Part millennial flower child, part spunky free spirit, Sam was raised by parents who encouraged her to express her feelings and embrace peace. She’s quick to love and open to just about any new adventure . . . but Max might be her biggest challenge yet.
When these two clash, expect immediate combustion . . . of the very hottest kind.
Kade Braggs grew up wild and free, surfing on a California beach without much ambition, until an impulsive decision led him into joining the Army. What started out as a joke turned into a career, and now he’s a company commander, leading several platoons of soldiers. Still, Kade does it all on his own terms; he plays as hard as he works, and having a good time is non-negotiable.
Until he meets Leah Samson.
Leah doesn’t have time to play. On her own for as long as she can remember, she’s driven, focused and intent on finishing law school at the top of her class. Nothing could distract her from that goal until an unexpected night of passion with a visiting soldier leads to life-changing complications.
But while neither Kade nor Leah planned this bump in the road, the unplanned parenthood that threw the two together may be the best thing that ever happened to either of them. That is, if the heat they both feel doesn’t sizzle out of control first.
Once upon a time, Delia Rollins was an Army wife, until the unthinkable happened. Now as a young widow and school teacher, she’s vigilant about protecting her heart. Her number one rule for the future? No more military men in her life. She can’t handle the risk.
Army captain Shaw Kincaid is addicted to taking risks. He lives to challenge himself, whether it’s in physical training or in pushing the safety envelope. But when he meets Delia, he realizes winning her heart might be his most daunting task ever.
No matter how hard Delia works to push Shaw away, she can’t deny the intense chemistry between them . . . or how much she’s growing to actually like him. And for Shaw, the more time he spends with the irresistible Delia, the deeper he falls for her.
For the danger ranger and the gun-shy widow, love may be the riskiest–and the sweetest–leap they ever take.
Jake Robinson is the most easy-going soldier in his battalion. For the last few months, he’s been watching his friends find love, commitment and even babies . . . but he knows that path isn’t for him. Been there, done that and got the scars to prove it.
Harper Drummond lives and breathes stress. A chef at an up-and-coming restaurant, she works long, demanding hours, and she doesn’t want or need a relationship. But every now and then, she likes to let off some steam under the covers with a willing partner.
The night Jake and Harper hook up is only meant to be a one-time deal. But when they realize they have connections they hadn’t expected–not to mention a chemistry that is downright explosive–they decide that being friends with hot benefits makes perfect sense.
After all, it’s only sex, right?
When a freak accident seriously injures Derek McTavis, he’s afraid that his Army career might be over. Even after he returns to Fort Lee, he has a hard time recovering and returning to his old lifestyle, despite the encouragement and support of his friends.
And then he meets Tasha O’Hare.
After years of uncertainty about her future, Tasha’s working hard toward a career in physical therapy. She doesn’t need anything–or anyone–to distract her. But when she’s assigned the broody Captain McTavis, she soon realizes that she’s becoming invested in more than just his physical recovery.
Derek resists Tasha’s help, but it turns out she’s just as stubborn as he is. Her passion and determination give him hope not only for his broken body . . . but also for his heart and his future.
For these two wounded souls, love may be the only path to healing.
Owen Hughes is an enigma among his friends. He’s a man of few words, and although he enjoys his share of fun with women, he’s never found anyone worth making an effort to pursue. With all of his friends now married or in committed relationships, Owen feels like a lone wolf, the last man standing. He’s not sure if that makes him a hero or a loser.
And then he meets Jacey.
This sassy ray of sunshine is unlike any woman Owen’s ever known. She’s full of life, eager to embrace her next adventure . . . and when she decides that next adventure is Owen, her pursuit of him is relentless.
For the first time ever, Owen has found a woman he’ll move heaven and earth to win. He’s fallen hard. There’s just one small problem: Jacey is the younger sister of one of his best friends.
The last man standing is about to fall . . . hard. And the undeniable heat between Owen and Jacey will make every repercussion worth all the trouble.
Tawdra Kandle writes romance, in just about all its forms. She loves unlikely pairings, strong women, sexy guys, hot love scenes and just enough conflict to make it interesting. Her books include young adult and new adult paranormal romance, new adult and adult contemporary romance and adult paramystery romance. She lives in central Florida with a husband, kids, sweet pup and too many cats. And yeah, she rocks purple hair.
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Welcome to April! It’s my favorite month of the year . . . for many reasons. First, of course, it’s spring. When I lived in a more season-oriented climate, April was the first month when we could count on more warm days than cold ones. And it was the month of daffodils, tulips and forsythia. The air was filled with fragrance.
And April is *my* month–I celebrate my birthday on the 7th!
This year, I also have a huge release on that same day. AGE OF AQUARIUS goes live on the 7th.
So when I saw this reading challenge for April, I thought . . . why not?
April 3: Blue Books
I’ll be honest–I have no idea what a blue book is, other than those horrid small notebooks we used for writing exams back in the good old days. So I decided to make up my own definition–a book that makes me cry. (Get it? Blue?)
The very first book that ever made me cry was By the Shores of Silver Lake by Laura Ingalls Wilder. When Jack died . . . let’s just say I still have my original copy of that book, and the page is still stiff from my tears. I’ve always been sensitive to animal loss!
The book that consistently makes me cry, from the first read through this very day, is Rilla of Ingleside. This is the last of the Anne books, and it takes place during World War I. It makes me ugly cry in two different parts . . . and happy cry at the end. If you haven’t read it, you totally should.
1967.
It was the Summer of Love. But in the midst of peace and flower power, a group of hippies unleash an unspeakable horror that will threaten the future of the planet . . .
The King Series.
The Serendipity Series.
Recipe for Death Series.
Every battle. Every win. Every loss. All the intrigue, pain and mystery . . . it all leads here.
In the ultimate fight against an ancient and powerful evil, Carruthers agents join with old friends as well as new allies to save the world.
Tasmyn and Michael, Nell and Rafe, Jackie and Lucas—and of course, Cathryn Whitmore—all of them will risk their lives and futures to stop the dreaded Hive.
Some will live. Some will die. None of them will ever be the same.
Redeem yesterday. Survive today. Save tomorrow.
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As much as I hated to admit it, Seamus had been right. The nap, which had stretched to two solid hours thanks to what Seamus claimed was his inability to figure out how to set the alarm correctly, invigorated me and gave me a clearer mind.
“My time’s all off, though,” I complained to him as we dressed. “Right now, it’s seven o’clock here, but since we were up all night driving, and then slept today, it feels as though it should be morning. Of course, my body thinks it’s ten o’clock, since that’s the time on the East Coast.”
“Think of Daeglan and Cill and me, grappling with the extra change in time as well. In Ireland, it’s smack in the middle of the night just now.” He had pulled a heather gray Henley over his head and was rolling up the sleeves. “I don’t know if I’m coming or going at this point.”
“True,” I sighed. “Well, we’ll get this talk over with tonight, and then we can go to bed for a real night’s sleep. Won’t that be wonderful?”
“It will, and you’ll be all the more relaxed for having this part over with.” He winked at me. “Now shall we go down then? You don’t want to keep your audience waiting.”
I made a rude face at him and might have said more, if we hadn’t heard a knock at the door. I could feel Veronica’s now-familiar signature, and I called for her to come in.
“Did you sleep?” she asked immediately, peering into my face as though the answer to her question lay there. I tried to remember that she’d spent centuries essentially alone, having sacrificed her right to be with her own beloved family when she had given her life for them by becoming a vampire. She looked at me as a surrogate granddaughter of sorts, and although I was still cautious with her, I allowed her to fuss over me . . . within reason.
“I did. We got a couple of hours of rest.” I paused before adding, “This room is beautiful, Veronica. Thank you for making it perfect for us.”
She beamed. “I hoped it would be, and I’m glad you like it.” She looked as though she might have said more before giving her head a little shake. “I’m sorry to interrupt you now, but I’ve just gotten word via my secure network that your necroloquitar has arrived in the city. I’d like to send a group in to retrieve her.”
I sighed and rolled my shoulders. “We were just about to have our meeting and lay out the plan. But it’s probably a better idea to wait until Julia’s here, too, anyway. All right, let’s send Rafe and Lucas out to bring her in. Oh, and maybe Nell would go, too, just to provide some protection if they need it.”
“Good thinking.” Veronica nodded. “I have a brand-new car that’s registered to one of my dummy corporations in the garage, so they can take that. I don’t think anyone wants to try to maneuver that goliath RV around the sharp turns and hills of San Francisco. Julia’s waiting at a bar in Haight-Ashbury.”
“All right. Will you give them the information they need and ask them to head out? If they don’t hit too much traffic, we could still gather tonight, so I can at least introduce the basics of the plan.”
“Of course.” Veronica patted my cheek. “I’ll take care of it, darling.”
Seamus closed the door behind her retreating back. “A little reprieve, then. Is this the last of our noble band?”
“It should be. Marica and Nicoleta are here, and the rest of us traveled together. Oh, there’s Joss . . . we need to reconstitute her, or whatever it is they’d like to call it. I think Lucas says we’ll bring forth her essence from its containment.” I snorted. “I shouldn’t have sent Nell with the boys, I guess. We need to her power to make Joss viable here.”
“What about the other witch? The one who brought her husband and her mother-in-law?” Seamus cocked his head.
“Tasmyn?” I hesitated. “I’m not sure. She has the power to do it, but she’s so timid about using it. When I spoke to her in King about joining us, she told me that she’d been keeping up with her training, working with Aline—she’s part of one of the gifted families in King, and she uses her empathy in her job as a therapist. And yes, I checked with Aline, and she assured me that Tasmyn would be an asset. But . . . I don’t know. Maybe it’s being around Nell and Rafe again that’s making her more afraid of accessing the power. But she’s got to figure out a way around it, or she won’t be able help to us at all.”
“It could be that asking her to help with this Joss business is exactly what she might need to help her boost that confidence. It’s not a dangerous spell, is it? I’d have her give it a go.”
“You might have something there.” I was beginning to discover an additional benefit to having a partner—I wasn’t quite ready to call Seamus my boyfriend yet, though he was undoubtedly that. Having another brain at my disposal gave me another point of view and helped me to think beyond my own limited scope.
“Look at that. I seem to have found a little value for myself.” He was grinning mischievously, but I wondered if there weren’t some underlying truth beneath the tease.
“Seamus, you are invaluable to me.” I wrapped one arm around his waist and cupped his cheek with my other hand. “Never think otherwise. And it’s not only for your grand ideas. You make me a better person, and you bring me . . .” I searched for the right word. “Peace. And some measure of joy, too, even under the worst circumstances.”