Last Day!

It’s your last day to buy my book TANK at 99 cents! It will shoot up to 3.99 tomorrow. Don’t wait! Buy today!

Tyler Wilde moves to Black Widow, Texas, to join the Blue Guardians, a local biker club that helps abused women and children. He’s intent on starting his life over, but a small piece of his past collides with his present when he runs into the local waitress, Annie Carter.

Annie’s the girl of his boyhood dreams, and Tyler can’t wait to get reacquainted with her. Only problem is, Annie’s engaged. But what has Tyler more troubled than the diamond on her finger is the bruise that graces her arm. To make matters worse, Annie’s abuser and intended husband is also the town’s Chief of Police.

Tyler is determined to offer Annie a safe haven, but she refuses his help until her life is hanging by a thread.

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RELEASE DAY!! TANK!

It’s here! Get it now for .99 cents this week ONLY! Don’t miss the chance to get this love story for less than a dollar people! If you don’t, you’ll wish you did. Promise!

Tyler Wilde moves to Black Widow, Texas, to join the Blue Guardians, a local biker club that helps abused women and children. He’s intent on starting his life over, but a small piece of his past collides with his present when he runs into the local waitress, Annie Carter.

Annie’s the girl of his boyhood dreams, and Tyler can’t wait to get reacquainted with her. Only problem is, Annie’s engaged. But what has Tyler more troubled than the diamond on her finger is the bruise that graces her arm. To make matters worse, Annie’s abuser and intended husband is also the town’s Chief of Police.

Tyler is determined to offer Annie a safe haven, but she refuses his help until her life is hanging by a thread.

 

Excerpt:

The sun seared Tyler’s back, causing sweat to pour down the length of his spine and his T-shirt to stick to his skin. Nothing like the gulf coast humidity to make a man feel as if he was frying from the inside out.

Rose bushes around the town square bloomed giant Pepto-Bismol pink petals, while a gentleman in blue overalls tended to the flowers like they were his babies. Tossing a wave to the man, he rounded the corner on Holly Drive and parked his bike in front of Sandi’s, the local diner. The undercurrent scent of flowers, bacon, and fried donuts drifted in the air. Man heaven. Except for the flowery part. He’d driven by the diner everyday for two weeks but had yet to pop in. If the food tasted as good as it smelled he might have to make this place a regular hang out.

He pushed through the heavy wooden door as a bell rang overhead. Weaving around customers, all giving him a curious stare, he strolled up to the takeout cash register. Glass cases filled with donuts and the biggest kolaches he’d ever seen stared back at him. His stomach growled.

He eyed the case, his mouth watering, as he waited on a server to notice him.

“Be right there,” a tall, shapely blonde called out from across the restaurant as she handed another table their check. He’d been wrong. To hell with the donuts and bacon. She was man heaven.

A few escaped strands from her ponytail framed her face, and the closer she got to him the darker the black circles under her eyes appeared.

A spark of recognition fired in his brain while an equally hot spark ignited a red flag in his gut. It wasn’t her slightly unkempt hair or her pure look of exhaustion that rubbed him the wrong way. Despite all of that, she was still beautiful.

But her clothes. Her clothes had his head reeling.

She wore long sleeves.

In June.

In Texas.

“What can I get you?” The beauty stared up at him.

He shook off the strange feeling. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead, fell onto her chest, and into her shirt. Her nametag was positioned right by the tantalizing skin of her chest. Annie.

Mercy.

He glanced down at the donut case. Stare at the food, big guy.

I need two dozen glazed donuts, two dozen chocolate, and a dozen sausage kolaches.”

“Got a lot to feed?” Annie grabbed a box from the counter behind her and placed it on top of the glass case in front of him.

“Yeah, Donut Day, or so I was told. It’s my turn to bring breakfast, and there’s about a dozen mechanics over at Rakes expecting it.”

“Rakes? You must be new,” a redheaded waitress noted as she rounded the corner and filled a customer’s coffee cup. While she was cute, she had a wet-behind-the-ears look to her. He’d stick with Beauty.

He nodded. “I am.”

“I’ve got your table seven covered while you do this, Annie. No big deal.”

“Thanks, Gina.” The blonde smiled at the redhead before returning her attention back to him. “I’ve brought my car to Rakes a few times, and I’ve never seen you.” Beauty grabbed a towel from the counter to wipe the sweat off her forehead, then dabbed her chest near a gold locket that hugged her collarbone.

Shit.

Her tasseled hair seemed sexier the more she dabbed. He’d never been as jealous of a towel in his whole life, the cotton fibers taunting him with their task.

He averted his gaze from the towel and her amazing chest before she labeled him a pervert. Not exactly the reputation he wanted for his new life.

“I’m sad I didn’t get to work on your car.”

God, what a horrible pick-up line. She probably thought he was a giant perv and a complete moron.

She flashed him a half-smile that burned his insides. The diamond on her finger nearly blinded him as she brushed a stray strand from her forehead. The fire inside of him fizzled out like baking soda to a grease fire.

He forced a grin then shot his gaze down to the pastry case.

“Though, I will say…” She tossed the towel aside and stared at him. “Something about your face looks oddly familiar.”

Me? Familiar?

He glanced back up. “Yours does, too, but I don’t really see how.” The spark in his brain burned brighter the more he stared at her.

“Are you from here, or is your family from here?”

“I’m not, but my grandpa was. He lived in a cabin about ten miles outside of town.”

“By Virginia Creek, right? Mr. Wooly.” Her smile grew. “Yeah, you used to come visit him. You guys would go fishing.”

“How’d you know?” He’d never talked to anyone when he came to visit his grandpa. He’d stayed in the woods, hidden and safe. Or at least, that’s how he’d felt.

He stared at her a bit longer. The blue in her eyes reignited a small light of recognition.

Could it be?

“I remember you.” She grabbed a pair of tongs off the counter top. “I used to play out by the water, and I would see you across the creek casting your line. You taught me how to skip rocks one day.”

Moments of his past flashed across his mind. It was her.

The girl across the water.

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Inspiration For TANK

Inspiration strikes at the craziest times. I could be doing something I do everyday. A monotonous routine that will get all shook up simply by someone saying something. Something a little different, something I’ve never heard before, and BAM. Inspiration will hit me like a brick, and ideas will flow so fast I know I need to run to write them down. And sometimes, I’ll wish for that brick to the head but end up with nothing. Maybe feathers if I’m lucky.

And while I wish I could say I’m super creative, I’m not. I have to search the internet for inspiration daily. When it came to trying to pair a motorcycle to the characters in my new series, well, I was more lost than ever. I’ve never even been on a motorcycle, much less do I know anything at all about them. So, I did what any desperate housewife/mom/writer would do. I asked a guy. And I searched the Harley website. See, real creative, I know.

But, inspiration did come as I am a visual person and Harley has some beautiful pictures of their motorcycles. So without further ado, I will introduce you to the motorcycles of the series.

Tank’s bike: A Harley Davidson Road King in Billet Silver.

JoJo’s Bike: A Harley Davidson Street 500 in Vivid Black.

Father’s Bike: A Harley Davidson Heritage Softail in Crushed Ice Pearl and Frosted Teal Pearl.

And Steele’s bike is a bit more of my own creation, as I couldn’t find a picture of exactly what I wanted for him. This picture was taken from www.350cc.com. Steele drives and Indian Chopper with flames, but imagine red instead of orange. Fire engine red at that.

Which is your favorite? Personally, I’m partial to all of them, but there is something about Tank’s bike I like the most.

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What Kind of Car Would You Be and Why?

In honor of my new book, TANK, set to release on May 17, I figured this month should be dedicated to Modes of Transportation! Seeing as how Tank rides a motorcycle, I thought, why not? And, my middle son’s nickname is…you guessed it, Tank, and his favorite thing in the world right now is fast cars! He’s only three. How do boys and their toys start so young?

Anyway, when I was in college I applied to be a RA. Me, a Resident Assistant, what a bad idea! But, somehow, miraculously, I got the job. During this process of applying to be a RA is when I got my first REAL dose of job interviewing. I had to answer some questions in front of a panel, do some other tricks like stand on my head. Okay, not really, but it sort of felt like it. But one thing I remember very vividly in the interview process was I had to answer a series of questions, essay style. And one of the questions was If you were a car, what kind would you be and why? 

Now, I’m not a car person like my son or my husband, but I didn’t have to think too much on this. If I were a car I would be a pink Jeep Wrangler. A Jeep Wrangler is an all terrain vehicle, rough and tough enough to get the job done, and pink, because well, I am a female after all. I wrote that answer ten years ago, and still, to this day, my answer stays the same.

Now, I’m mother of three, and everyday life throws something at me that by the grace of God I have been rough and touch enough to get the job done, and somehow, someway retained a little bit of my femininity. A very little bit, but still, it is there.

So my question for you is…

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April-Did You Know?

When we think of April the first thing that may come to mind is April Fools’ Day. The day we all gather around playing tricks on each other, or open up our web browsers to discover Apple/Google/or some other web giant has invented a scratch and sniff app, only to scratch and sniff our screens and realize how much of a complete moron we look like for smelling our phones seconds after the act has already happened.

The history of April Fools’ Day is somewhat sketchy.  The “holiday” could be derived from a number of sources. One being the change of the Julian Calendar to the Gregorian Calendar which moved the New Years celebration from the end of March-first of April to January 1. Those few people who were behind the times still celebrating on the first of April were called April Fish and sent fake presents. (That would be me!)

And there is also the believe that April Fools’ Day started as more of a prank from Mother Nature as her weather is so unpredictable in the spring. Is it hot? Is it cold? We never know. Stick your hand outside and find out.

But, besides the celebration of April Fools’ Day, Arbor Day, the beginning of baseball, and the blooming of beautiful flowers, April is also known to be named for Aphrodite, or the Goddess of Love. Said to be born from the castrated genitals of the Sky-God Ouranos (I bet she didn’t tell many people where her birthplace was), she represents romance, love, flirtation, seduction, and beauty. What better month for a romance writer? So, I declare April should also be known as Read a Romance Book Month! Maybe it’s a trend we can start. Who’s with me?

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I’m not alone

Wow. It’s been almost two months since I have posted anything on here. Where has the time gone? I’ve been so busy with the hustle and bustle of editing and being a mom that I think I have forgotten how to write anything. And, I’ll be honest, it’s frustrating. It is frustrating being so busy and feeling like you’re being pulled in fifty different directions and accomplishing a big bunch of nothing in the process.

I read an interesting fact yesterday. I read that with the advancements of technology our attention spans have decreased to a whopping eight seconds. You read that right. That is if you are still reading this and I haven’t lost your attention yet. Eight seconds. Let that sink in. No wonder I feel like I am getting nothing done. My attention span is shorter than that of a goldfish.

And this morning as I finished my workout and decided I wanted to use the rest of my allotted child watch time at the gym, working on my computer, I asked to sit at a table with another woman on her computer. She happily moved her stuff over so I could join her, and she said something–something I have felt time and time again, but thought I was the only one. She said her child watch time was too precious to waste, nap times were always uncertain, and she needed to use every second of her day to her advantage. And inside I screamed a glorious YES, someone who understands. And then, a little part of me thought– maybe we should all just slow down.

Easier said than done, I know.

So, I’ll leave you with a Bible verse because sometimes when life gets tough-I just need a little Jesus to help me.

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For The Love of Books Blog Hop!

I love blog hops! It’s a chance to get to know more writers, readers, and find new book boyfriends…er… I mean, friends, because I have a husband and all. *Blushes*

But, you get my point, and I am so happy you are here visiting me on my blog. In fact, to show you how happy I am, I’m hosting a giveaway! I’m giving away 5 codes to download an Audible version of my short Valentine’s Day story called Text Me. A sweet novella that goes along with The Wild Rose Press’s Candy Hearts Romance Series. I do hope you love the story. Good luck, and hop on!

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When Erika’s ex becomes her boss less than a year after dumping her by text, she gets desperate to find a date to the corporate Valentine’s dance so he doesn’t suspect she still has feelings for him. Though not a fan of texting for the obvious reason, she doesn’t have much choice but to tap the keypad in order to gain the attention of the only viable candidate from the classified ads.

Grayson made the mistake of listening to his brother a year ago and has regretted what he did to Erika ever since. But his brother’s next suggestion just might be his salvation when he takes out an ad for a Valentine’s date…and Erika answers.

Using a pseudo name and keeping contact to text messages only, Grayson’s plans to make Erika fall back in love with him appears to be working…until the date of the dance draws near, and she pushes a meeting—face to face.

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I Lost My Heart Last Week

I did. I fell in love with a place I had never been before. I traveled to Crested Butte, Colorado with my husband on a business trip. Thrilled to get to take this trip with him, I honestly didn’t care where we were going. As long as we were going together, and a week away from the kids, I was game. And while I knew we were traveling to Colorado, and I knew it was winter, and I had even been there before several years ago, what I was still a little naive about was just how cold it would be. Despite my friends warning me. Seeing 7 degrees on my phone and feeling 7 degrees are two very different things. Especially, when you are checking the temperatures from sunny and 75 Houston, Texas.

When we arrived at the Gunnison airport, the snow piles–piles taller than myself–amazed me, and I realized my daughter’s dream of me making a snow angel and taking a picture for her was slim. I knew the minute I tried to lay in the white, soft pile I would just sink to the bottom, to a six feet under frozen death. (Luckily that didn’t happen.) Still, I was determined to make it happen.

Upon landing, we loaded into a shuttle and traveled the forty-five minute trek to Crested Butte. The longer we rode up the mountain the more my head spun from the altitude. Another thing my friends tried to warn me about. Still, hearing it, and experiencing it are two very different things. On the drive, all I could think about was getting into my hotel room and getting something to eat. Forget the snow, forget the cold, I just needed a muffin and an Advil! Stat!

But, finally, after our bodies had a short time to adjust to the altitude, we ventured out and explored the pleasant, quaint town of Crested Butte. A town discovered in the late 1800’s as a coal miners paradise, Crested Butte has enough charm and history to pull at almost anyone’s heart. I spent the week walking up and down Crested Butte’s famous Elk Avenue with some of the other spouses on the business trip. *Shout out to Carrie, Kim, Alison, Rita, and many of you other beautiful ladies.* We popped into little art shops, coffee shops, and ate some delicious pizza at the number one pizza joint in the town.

I got to go horseback riding, tried snow skiing (maybe not the sport for me), and got to take an amazing history tour with Glow, one of the long-time town natives. Glow was wonderful and kind, informing us of the famous history that made Crested Butte what it is today. In fact, her tour inspired me so much, my wheels began to turn, and I now have an outline for a new novel. Thank you, Glow!

By the end of our trip, I was sad to leave the place that had rooted itself deep in my heart, but happy to get home to my babies. With temperatures in the negatives, the warm Houston sunshine felt good on my skin when Mr. B and I arrived home. Still, while I’m here in Houston, my heart dreams and longs for the beautiful snowcapped mountains of Colorado. A place someone could easily get lost in with all of it’s beauty and charm.

Here are a few pictures. More to come in the next few weeks!

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Angela Archer’s January Book Review

L. Virelli takes the reader on a deeply emotional journey in her character driven novel about the Whitaker family. Ava and Meg are married to the dysfunctional Whitaker brothers who neglect their wives needs. Starving for affection, the women meet other men who can satisfy their hunger. Unlike their husbands, these other men support their […]

via January Book Review ~ Whit’s End by L.R. Virelli #amreading #Kindle #KindleUnlimited #familysaga — Angela Christina Archer

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Weird National Holidays

A week's worth of weird National Holidays you might want to celebrate!-2
Everyone talks about the disappointment of January. For three months we’ve been surrounded with the glitz and glamor of the holidays then comes January. A month full of cold weather with not much else to look forward to.

But rejoice! There is some good, and some reasons to celebrate in January, and I’m going to share them with you now. Granted, these “holidays” are for the United States, but if you are reading from another country, have no fear! We won’t mind sharing our special “holidays” with you as well!

So, without further ado, here is a reason to celebrate everyday this week!

Monday, January 23– National Pie Day. That’s right. Cut yourself a piece, it’s a holiday after all and a Monday. You deserve it!

Tuesday, January 24– National Compliment Day. You look fabulous, sitting there, reading this blog. You should do it more often!

Wednesday, January 25– National Opposite Day. I’m not really sure what you would do on this day. Maybe wear your socks on your hands? I don’t know!

Thursday, January 26– National Spouse’s Day. Spend a little extra time with your honey today; they deserve it.

Friday, January 27– National Punch the Clock Day. That should really be on a Monday, so how about we celebrate National Chocolate Cake Day instead! Yeah, I think that’s a better idea. Besides, it’s Friday. Relax a little. You’ve had a hard week. You deserve a piece of cake.

Saturday, January 28– National Data Privacy Day. You think Google and Amazon got the memo?

Sunday, January 29– National Puzzle Day AND National Corn Chip Day. How about celebrating by working a puzzle while eating corn chips. Best of both worlds right there!

So, see! There are some good things to January besides cold weather and crazy political rants on television. Go out, have a great week, and eat some cake! You deserve it.

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