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#DFRAT 2013 Winners Announced

Posted August 2, 2013 by Tracy in Giveaway Winners | 7 Comments

 

Thank you to everyone who participated in DFRAT 2013 – both the authors who were kind enough to be involved and offer giveaways, and to the bloggers who read about all of these wonderful books!  We love digital! 🙂

Here are the winners of the giveaways on Tracy’s Place:

The winner of Second Chance at Forever by Heather Lire:

Melissa T.

The winner of Dark Maiden by Lindsay Townsend:

Debra G.

The winner of one book from the backlist of Cynthia Sax:

Crystal N.

The winner of either Shanghaied or Bad Dog and the Babe (winners choice) by Cricket Starr:

April P.

The winner of The Patrician’s Fortune by Joan Kayse:

Crissy

The winners of the Tina Holland Giveaway:

Crissy – The Pilot and the Pinup
Joanne W. – Fireproof
ELF – Sexing Up The Spy
April P. – Buckin’ Chastity

The winner of the Swag Prize Pack offered by Elle James:

Tiffaney R.

The winners of Lucifer by Annabell Cadiz:

ELF
Jbst
Sarai

The winner of the prize pack of Two Are Better Than One and Carnal Coeds by Suzanne Rock:

Trix

The winner of How to Love by Kelly Jamieson:

Crystal C.

The winner of Archer, A Hard Body Novel by Debra Kayn:

Ellie H.

The winner of the Ellie Heller Giveaway:

Copy of A Matter of Fate: Denise V.
Swag Prize pack: Pearls InnerGoddess

The winner of Elite (Eagle Elite) by Rachel Van Dyken:

Joanne W.

The winners of Trapped Under Ice by M. J. Schiller:

Terri M.
JenM

The winner of Scent of Salvation (or a backlist title – winners choice) by Annie Nicholas:

Sarai

The winners of Heat of Passion by Elle Kennedy:

KellyM
ELF
Joanne W.
Aurore

The winner of Rescuing Dawn by Nicole Flockton:

ELF

The winner of Under His Skin by Sidney Bristol:

Kris M.

The winner of A Slow Burning Fire by J.F. Jenkins:

JenM

The winners of The Front Porch Romance 25 Book Giveaway:

BookLady
Jeanne
Kristine
Anna
Mary
Elf
Angela
bn100
Briana
Evarista
Karin
Marina
Ashley
Donna
sarai
Kris
Elizabeth
Brenda
LSUReader
Aurore
Betty
Ashley
Lisa
Evarista
Janice

The winners of $10 Gift Certs to Front Porch Romance:

Crystal Broyles
Stephanie

The winner of The Celtic Knot: Suit of Cups by Shannon MacLeod:

Jennifer M.

The winner of Seducing the Beast by Jayne Fresina:

ELF

The winner of Feudlings by Wendy Knight:

Jbst

The winner of The Derby Girl by Tamara Morgan:

JenM

The winner of Beacon of Love by Allie Boniface:

Joanne W.

The winners of of Vegas Knights by Marina Maddix:

Miranda
Crystal C.
Sara G.
Lisagk
Rita L.

The winner of Fix You by Mari Carr:

Susan D.

The winner of Watershed by Cd Brennan:

Crystal C.

The winner of Medium Well by Meg Benjamin:

JenM

The winners of Falling for Sarah by Cate Beauman:

ELF
Martha L.
Aurore

The winner of The Dungeon by Velvet:

Kris M.

The winner of Discovering Alicia and Training Randi by Tessie Bradford:

Joanne W.

The winner of the giveaways by Cynthia D’Alba:

Copy of Texas Two Step: The Prequel – ELF
Swag Pack – Joanne W.

The winner of Waiting Fate by W.B. Kinnette:

ELF

The winner of The Dimple of Doom by Lucy Woodhull:

Zinnat A.

The winner of Just What He Wanted by HelenKay Dimon:

Martha L. 

The winner of the $25 Amazon or B&N Gift Cert for participating in DFRAT:

MarnieColette

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#DFRAT Excerpt and Giveaway: Just What He Wanted by HelenKay Dimon

Posted July 31, 2013 by Tracy in Reviews | 2 Comments

Book Four of The Holloway Series

Travis Yardley thought he had everything he needed, but one look at Andrea Patterson shows him he was wrong. Andie is a gorgeous, curvy, blonde, who moves to town to manage a nearby campground. Seizing the chance to get close to her, Travis volunteers as tour guide and “bodyguard.”

After a bad breakup, Andie is looking to start over and determined to put her heart on hiatus. She’s working on her self-esteem, and she is not ready for the likes of Travis. He comes on strong, with all the energy of a guy almost ten years her junior, which is exactly what he is.

Even as Travis’s troubled past catches up with him, he pulls out all the stops to convince Andie he deserves a chance. And with the spring thaw hitting the Mountain View Resort, Andie discovers her own temperature rising whenever Travis looks her way…

Excerpt:

The sound of tires against gravel grabbed Andie’s attention. A guy climbed out of the pickup. Through the rolled-down window she could make out a dark T-shirt and sandy brown hair. Then he shut the door and started toward her.

Damn. The heavens sure did shine on country boys. This one had a confident walk to match the could-lift-a-bus shoulders. Add in the faded blue jeans and skin that looked smooth enough to eat off of, and a woman could get a bit breathless.

She would have if he weren’t, like, twenty. Good grief, it was a wonder he could even grow that sexy scruff around his chin at his age.

Doing a little dip with her gaze, touring it all over him, made her feel like a dirty old woman even though she was right on the edge of thirty-five. Not that she was quite ready to look somewhere else. Not when the young hottie stopped right in front of her.

He was six-feet of hello-there-handsome. She ignored that and pretended to be a mature professional, though him looking like that didn’t make it easy. “Good afternoon.”

Up close, only a few feet away, she got a nice view. Green eyes, not dark or almost brown. A pale shade of green.

He smiled. “I’m looking for Andy Patterson.”

And he had one of those deep voices with a slight southern lilt. Man, he got sexier by the second. “You found her.”

His smile faltered. “Excuse me?”

The cute one seemed a bit slow. “I’m her.”

“Her?”

The conversation seemed stuck. She tried again. “You seem to like asking questions.”

“What?”

Well, that didn’t work. She thought the 38Ds would give him a hint, but she spelled it out anyway. “You’re looking for Andy with a ‘y’ but it’s Andie with an ‘ie’.”

“Ma’am?”

“You don’t need to call me ma’am.” Mostly because it made her feel ninety.

“Okay.”

The poor thing looked like he’d been hit with a big stick. “Andie as in Andrea, but no one ever calls me that. Well, not more than once.”

“Andie.”

“There you go.” He’d stopped frowning and making every response sound like a question. She decided that amounted to progress. Of a sort.

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#DFRAT Excerpt and Giveaway: The Dimple of Doom by Lucy Woodhull

Posted July 30, 2013 by Tracy in Reviews | 4 Comments

It may sound like common sense, but never hump an art thief. Turns out, Samantha Lytton’s Common-Sense-O-Meter is super duper broken.

Failed actress Samantha Lytton is getting along just fine in her lonely little life when a charming criminal called Sam or Nate or maybe even Richmond kisses her, square dances most provocatively, opens his not-so-wicked heart, and gets her in trouble with not one, but two international art theft rings as well as the LAPD.

She’s either gonna end up in jail or famous. Maybe both.

Along the way, she fights for her life and falls for this funny, sexy disaster of a man… and learns that finding happily-ever-after with yourself is the first step to real contentment. A cute dimple is just the second. 

THE DIMPLE OF DOOM
by Lucy Woodhull
Release from Total-E-Bound July 5; All outlets Aug. 2.

Setup: This is mid-chapter one. Our heroine, Samantha, has skipped out of the Steak on a Stick office Christmas party for a little secret nookie with her crush, Sam, from accounting. But there may be more to him than meets the eye.

I unlocked the door and tiptoed into the CEO’s well-appointed office. It smelled of leather furniture and large, ridiculous bonuses. I had been Oliver Taylor’s second assistant for over a year at Steak on a Stick, whose slogan read, ‘What doesn’t taste better on a stick!’ It wasn’t the best rhetorical question ever. I’d gone to school to learn how to act. Now every day I acted as if being a secretary at Steak on a Stick didn’t murder my soul one beefy bite at a time.

Sam hadn’t arrived yet. I planted myself on Oliver’s desk and turned off the negative voices in my head. After all, I wasn’t here to rehash my disastrous acting career—I was here to begin a disastrous affair.

I didn’t wait long. A couple of minutes later, he sauntered into the room, cool, collected, debonair. Ellen’s cock-blocking face filled my brain. I tried to conjure chaste thoughts—nuns, priests, naughty monks…hot priests listening to dirty confessions…

I wasn’t very good at chaste thoughts. Whoever it was who said that only men thought about sex all the time was dead wrong, or simply rubbish at picking up ladies.

Sam paused a moment in the dim light, then came towards me, slowly, almost prowling like a jungle cat. That was what romance novels always said the hero did and boy, did Sam panther with the best of them. Appropriate, for while my bodice hadn’t exactly been ripped, it had been stained thoroughly.

“Hello,” he said.

I jumped. The room had been so quiet. He threw me a cheeky smile that said he wasn’t sorry for making me jittery.

“I’ve never been in here before.” He ran his hand across the back of a sofa that probably cost more than my car.

The twinkling lights of downtown Los Angeles filtered in through the enormous executive windows, illuminating him in warm, sultry yellows—Hollywood’s modern version of candlelight. I slid off the desk and jutted out a curvy, come-hither hip. “Well, here is where it all goes down.”

“Where all what goes down?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t care. I avoid thinking about my job any more than I have to as a tremendously dedicated professional.”

He laughed and said, “But he never sees people up here, right? That’s the scuttlebutt.” Sam’s eyes caressed every inch of the room instead of caressing every inch of me.

“Yes, that’s true, I guess. It’s a secret office,” I joked. He didn’t say anything. I glanced in the ornate wall mirror and floofed up my hair.

Sam made a slow circuit of the room while I almost jumped out of my skin. I ought to be the jumpee, not the jumper—why was he ignoring my obvious signals? My seduction techniques were rusty. Perhaps in true Tinseltown fashion I should have sent him a sex tape as a warm-up act.

“I heard there was a secret, secret room.” he said.

My heart tripped just enough to make me flustered. “How do you—?” Shit. A good assistant would have denied the secret, secret room. Truth be told, I was a competent, bored assistant at best. “I mean, what room?”

* * *

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#DFRAT Excerpt and Giveaway: Waiting Fate by W.B. Kinnette

Posted July 29, 2013 by Tracy in Reviews | 1 Comment

Sometimes Fate hides in plain sight while you stumble through darkness.

Ivy escapes from an abusive husband, finding peace with her daughter in her childhood home. She’s determined to keep her past a secret to protect those she loves.

Archer has been in love with the same girl since seventh grade. When Ivy comes back into his life—bruised, broken, and haunted by secrets—he knows he can’t lose her again.

But Ivy made a promise to her daughter. No one would hurt them again. She’s afraid to trust, afraid to be wrong again, and afraid that the one man she’s loved forever will break her heart.

Fate might take its time, but it won’t wait forever.

Excerpt:

As he walked her to her door, she slid her small fingers into his, and he ran his thumb across the back of her hand. The night was cool. At the door she turned, smiling up at him. “Thank you Archer. It was… fun.”

He couldn’t see clearly, but he could swear she was smirking. Yeah, you blew your chance. Way to go. So he hugged her, wrapping his arms around her waist, like he’d done a hundred other times before. They were a huggy group.

He was surprised when she rose on her toes and slid her arms around his neck, holding tight like he was a lifeline. He pulled back, just a bit, hoping but afraid to hope as he searched her eyes. They sparkled, just a bit, and then she leaned forward, closing the gap between them and brushing her lips against his.

Time stopped. The world stopped and he froze in shock. It took him several seconds to realize what was happening, and then he kissed her back, holding her tight against him. He could feel her heart racing, matching his. When she relinquished his lips, he sucked in a breath, struggling to breathe. “I’ve wanted to do that since high school,” he muttered, almost without realizing it. 

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#DFRAT Excerpt and Giveaway: Texas Two Step: The Prequel by Cynthia D’Alba

Posted July 28, 2013 by Tracy in Reviews | 2 Comments

Their love never died, but her secrets could break his trust beyond repair.

Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 1

After six years and too much self-recrimination, rancher Mitch Landry is ready to admit he was wrong. He’d loved Olivia Montgomery but commitment wasn’t high on his list back then. That was his first mistake. He’s just divorced his second, and he’s set to do whatever it takes to convince Olivia to give him another try.

Through hard work, determination and more than a few tears, Olivia survived the break-up with Mitch. She’s rebuilt her life around her business and the son she loves more than life itself. She’s not proud of the mistakes she’s made—particularly the secrets she’s kept—but when life hands you manure, you use it to make something better of yourself…lest you get stuck in it.

At a hot, muggy Dallas wedding, they reconnect. Olivia’s first instinct is to play it cool, but after one devastating kiss things flare real out of control, real fast. Maybe a quick roll in the hay will get him out of her system once and for all. Funny thing about hay though, once it’s tangled in your hair, getting it out risks revealing things that were never meant to see the light of day.


Product WarningsContains hot sex, a vindictive ex-wife, and hot chocolate chip cookies.

Excerpt: Texas Two Step 

Mitch stepped up beside her, took her fingers and pulled them into the crook of his arm. Trapped between the heat of his palm and the hard muscles of his forearm, her hand burned. She tried to pull away but he tightened his grip to keep her firmly in place.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. “Thank you for wearing the necklace. Did you put pictures inside?”

The combination of warm breath in her ear and the softness in his voice sent chills rippling down her spine. Everything inside her tightened. Reflexively, she touched the locket then shook her head. “No,” she lied. “Never did.” She shivered and he gave her hand another light squeeze.

“You okay?”

She nodded, unable to force words past the knot in her throat. Oh Mitch, if I could tell you everything, would you understand? Would you hate me? Would you have come if I’d called?

Mitch was her past and she needed to keep reminding herself of that reality. Until today, she’d been positive her love for Mitch had died years ago. As she walked beside him, touching him, smelling him, her heart inflamed with feelings, she feared she was no longer in control of her emotions. Heck, she was pretty sure she was close to out-of-control. And right now, she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

Together she and Mitch followed the rest of the wedding party to the staircase leading down to the hotel’s wine cellar. Shoes thumped on thick carpet. Voices filled with laughter and joy echoed off the walls as the wedding party trooped down to an area designed to hold far fewer people than were currently filing in.

Olivia stepped through the door with Mitch close behind, the palm of his hand scorching her lower back through the silk of her dress. Her heart throbbed painfully in her throat. How could she possibly swallow food around the boulder resting there?

She stepped forward, trying to put some distance between them, but he moved swiftly, matching her step for step, staying close, continuing to touch her.

She glanced at the single, round table set with fresh flowers, candles and seventeen place settings of fine china. Seventeen chairs crowded around a table meant for fifteen. Flickering flames from the candles tossed dancing shadows along the walls and on the ceiling. All in all, an incredibly romantic setting with extremely cozy seating.

A setting she did not feel safe sharing with Mitch Landry.

Too close.

Too intimate.


Too painful.

Before she could escape to the far side of the table away from him, Mitch pulled back a chair. He tipped his head toward the table and said, “I believe we’re supposed to sit here.”

Olivia looked at the china then noticed the place card with Ms. Olivia Montgomery Gentry mocking her from above the plate. Her gaze slid to the right. Mr. Mitch Landry.

What she said was, “Oh, okay.”

What she meant was damn it.

She sat and Mitch took the chair next to hers. She scooted to the left. He followed. His thick, muscular thigh pressed against hers. She pulled her legs together and broke contact, but not for long. Within seconds, he was pressed against her again.

She didn’t need the heat from his leg to remind her he sat beside her. His unique spicy cologne filled her nose. The taste of him remained on her lips, in her mouth. Her back still burned from the branding of his palm. Her fingertips stung from his touch. Her body was on fire. Her nerves were arcing like a clipped electrical wire.

Hotel staff poured champagne into the flutes on the table. She didn’t need any champagne tonight. She was already drunk on Mitch Landry.

The food must have been good. The Grayson staff was known for excellent cuisine, but one would never know from her plate. She barely touched her steak or the vegetables, or even the turtle cheesecake, her absolute favorite dessert. Mostly, she moved the food from one side of the plate to the other. The food she did put in her mouth tasted like Mitch’s tongue. Every aroma smelled like Mitch, dark and sexy.

She was in heaven…and hell.

Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 2

Go back to where it all began…When Olivia Montgomery met Mitch Landry and their lives were changed forever.

Texas Two Step:The Prequel is a short story. It serves as an introduction to Olivia Montgomery and Mitch Landry, the primary characters in the novel, Texas Two Step. The Prequel covers their college dating years up to their break-up. Texas Two Step, the novel, continues the story six years later.


Excerpt:
Texas Two Step: The Prequel 

Tuesday morning’s arrival brought some relief. She’d scheduled a pedicure to go with her standing manicure appointment and frankly, nothing but a full body massage relaxed her more than a pedicure. As she crawled into the Pedi-chair and stuck her abused feet into the warm swirling water, she released an audible sigh.

“Too hot?” Tonya, her manicurist, asked.

“No. Perfect,” Olivia said, settling back into the seat. She flipped on the chair’s rolling massager. “I needed this.”

Tonya looked at Olivia’s feet. “You sure do. Those toenails are long enough to peel bananas.”

“Ha ha. There goes your tip.”

Tonya lifted one eyebrow. “I have sharp instruments and I know how to use them.”

Olivia grinned. “Got it. Tip restored. So, tell me about your date this weekend. Was he the one?”

Tonya began telling one of her long-winded date reenactments, which Olivia usually loved, but today found herself struggling to follow. She nodded in the right places, clucked her tongue when Tonya’s date did the funky chicken on the dance floor at the hottest nightclub in town, and shook her head in commiseration when Tonya described his overenthusiastic, lip-sucking, tonsil-swabbing good-night kiss.

“So, when’s the next date?”

Tonya popped the top of Olivia’s foot with a nail file. “I am not going out with him again. Never. I’ll stay single if that’s the best that’s out there.”

“You know, there’s always playing for the other team.” Olivia bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

“Sorry, chicko. I know you’re hot for me, but you just don’t have the right equipment.”

Both women laughed.

“What about you? Do anything fun this past weekend?”

Olivia shrugged. “Emily and I went to The Bourbon Cowboy Friday night to celebrate our birthdays, but that’s it. Saturday night I watched a Hallmark movie that made me cry and Sunday I cleaned house. Other than Friday, does any of that sound fun to you?”

Tonya tapped Olivia’s foot. “Put that back in the water and give me the other one.” After Olivia did as instructed Tonya said, “So no exciting men at the bar? I hear The Bourbon Cowboy is the place to husband-hunt if you’re looking for a lawyer. Neither of you met anyone interesting?”

“Emily did.”

“Really. Tell all. Keep your foot in the water.”

“Guy named Wes Benton. They had dinner Sunday night and again last night. I’ve barely seen my roomie.”

“No kidding. Good for her. He a looker?”

“Tall, dark and handsome.”

Tonya shook her head. “That Emily has all the luck.”

“Ain’t that the truth. Of course the fact that she’s tall, curvy and gorgeous doesn’t exactly drive the men away.”

“Maybe you need to find some ugly girlfriends to run around with, you know, to make you look better.”

Olivia chuckled. “Sounds like a plan. You busy next weekend?”

“Har har. Sharp instruments, remember?”

Olivia laughed, but before she could respond her cell phone began playing “Crazy” by Patsy Cline. Pulling it from her pocket, she read the display but didn’t recognize the number.

“Hello?”

“Olivia? This is Mitch Landry.”His deep voice saying her name sent her stomach into a pitch and roll. “Hi.” Good lord. She sounded all breathy, as though trying too hard to sound like Marilyn Monroe. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Sorry. Had a frog in my throat. Hi. How are you?”

Tonya tapped her foot. Olivia pulled both feet from the water.

“I’m good. You?”

“Good.”

“Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“Oh, no. This is fine.”

Tonya pointed to the phone and mouthed, “A guy?”

Olivia nodded.

Tonya mimicked kissing.

Olivia grinned and looked away before Tonya could become more animated in her mime show.

“I enjoyed Friday night. I was glad you got home safely.”

Ah. He’d been talking to Wes.

“We did. Thank you. What do I owe you for the cab?”

Could this conversation get more formal and awkward?

“What? The cab? Nothing. I was glad to do it.”

Okay, she wasn’t letting him get away so easily this time.

“I would like to pay you back. How about I buy your dinner?”

Tonya chuckled.

Olivia glared down at her and mouthed, “Hush.”

“Dinner. I’d love to, but I’m paying. I insist.”

“Okay. When?”

The pause was long enough that Olivia checked the phone’s screen to see if she’d lost the call. She hadn’t.

Oh lord. Had she pushed too hard? Maybe he was having second thoughts about dinner with her.

“Sorry about that,” Mitch said. “I had to grab my class schedule.” There was another pause. “I’ve got a bear of a test on Thursday. What about Friday night?”

“I can do Friday night.” Olivia’s heart danced the jig. She had a date with Mitch Landry.

“Great. Why don’t I pick you up about six-thirty. That work for you?”

“It works for me. Where are we going? I mean, I need to know how to dress. Casual or dressy?”

“Dressy. I was thinking The Fireplace Room at Grayson Mansion. Have you been there?”

The Fireplace Room? The most expensive and exclusive restaurant in Dallas? 

Was he kidding? Calm down. Act like you go there every weekend.

“I’d love to go back to The Fireplace Room. It’s one of my favorite places.” Or it would be if she’d ever got to see the inside of the legendary eatery.

“Great. I’ll see you Friday.”

“See you then.”

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