Kate Hardy's Sunday Smooch Winner!

 

Searching for Kate Hardy's Sunday Smooch winner!!!

The winner of Kate's Sunday Smooch...and a copy of the fabulous HOLIDAY WITH THE BEST MAN is...

...  jjhicks!

Congratulations, jjhicks! Can you please contact Kate to receive your prize: kate (dot) hardy (AT) btinternet (dot)





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Sunday Smooch with Christy McKellen

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a smooch from Christy McKellen but first 


... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Lyn M!


Can you please contact Barb: barb@barbaradeleo.com  to receive your copy of The Wedding Wager


And now for today's Sunday Smooch from One Week With The French Tycoon

From holiday…to happy-ever-after!

Indigo Hughes spends her life taking care of everyone else. But after she's unceremoniously dumped, she finally puts herself first and books a holiday on the Amalfi Coast. Fine food, stunning views and time alone to heal her heart…bliss!

Instead, she's thrown together with tycoon Julien Moreaux! He's cynical, sexy and recently divorced—exactly the kind of man she should avoid. But big-hearted Indigo hopes to help Julien find his faith in love again—she just doesn't expect to find her own happy-ever-after in his arms!

Hi LoveCats and thanks so much for having me here today.

This Sunday Smooch scene happens right after my hero, Julien, insists on buying Indigo, my heroine, some new boots when he sees how badly she’s limping after walking for miles in her trainers. (Her bag went missing at the airport at the beginning of her walking holiday). After a rocky start they’ve tentatively started to open up to each other—and are becoming increasingly aware of their mutual attraction. Unfortunately, that’s a bit of a problem for recently divorced Julien…


 Indigo was aware of her heart beating hard against her ribcage as she tried to make sense of what was going on here. Why was he still here talking to her? Was it because he felt sorry for her? She hoped that wasn’t it.

  ‘Look, Indigo, I should apologise for being so rude last night at dinner.’
  
  She couldn’t meet his gaze, the memory of the humiliation she’d felt burning through her once again. ‘Forget about it. It doesn’t matter.’
  
  ‘Yes, it does.’ He moved his head to the side, then bent towards her, waiting until he’d caught her eye before he spoke again. ‘Indigo, it does. I’m not normally so unfriendly; you’ve just caught me at a bad time.’
 
  She gave him a shaky smile, cocking her head and splaying out her hands on either side of her. ‘Okay, I accept your apology.’
 
  There was relief in his eyes and something else.
 
  Her lips tingled as his gaze dropped to her mouth and her pulse rocketed.
 
  He looked like—
 
  —he wanted to—
 
  —kiss her.
 
  The thought lit a fire inside her, burning through her veins and turning her nerve endings into a crackling mass of need.
 
  Ever since she’d laid eyes on him she’d wondered what it would feel like to have those strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close, comforting and sheltering her. And those wide, firm lips pressed against hers, smoothing away her loneliness.
 
  The air felt thick with longing as his eyes met hers again. They seemed to darken as she parted her lips to drag warm, salty air deep into her lungs in an attempt to calm her erratic heartbeat.
 
  Something seemed to be pulling her towards him, some strange magnetic instinct, and she took a micro-step forwards to maintain her balance, raising her hand to his face.
 
  He let out a low, rough breath as her fingers connected with the lightly stubbled skin of his jaw and then suddenly Julien was no longer there in front of her, but far, far away.
 
  Too far.
 
  ‘What—?’ She blinked in shock, stumbling forwards, dazed by the sudden desertion.
 
  He was standing a few paces back from her now, shaking his head, his eyes a little wild. He held up a hand, his face a picture of remorse. ‘That’s not what I’m here for, Indigo.’ He shook his head, his expression heavy with regret and frustration. ‘I’m in no position to—’ He waved a hand in her direction, his movements jerky and agitated.
 
  ‘To what?’
 
  ‘Do this.’
 
  ‘I don’t even know what this is, Julien.’
 
  He took another step away from her and rubbed a hand across his face. ‘I need my freedom right now, Indigo. I need to be alone.’
 
  She snorted in angry frustration, every inch of her skin feeling hot and prickly. ‘It was just going to be a kiss. A bit of fun. It didn’t have to mean anything.’
 
 If only that were true. Perhaps if it were then her voice wouldn’t sound as if she’d just been picked up and shaken hard.

To be in with a chance of winning a paperback copy of One Week with the French Tycoon (in a 2-in-1 with the wonderful Meg Maxwell) leave a comment about your most romantic holiday moment.

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Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Helen Lacey's Lucy and the Lieutenant will be posted!

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Who Ya Gonna Call...? Stress busters!

I'm at that point where I have a deadline looming and too many words needed. We're also having renovations. My husband has new job, which requires me to help him... and yada yada yada....  we've all been there, I'm not unusual in feeling a little overwhelmed.

So, to keep sane when I'm not doing all the things above and need some down time, I'm trying to implement some stress busters. Here's what I do to try to get some sanity and perspective, I'd love to hear what you do, too.

1. Laugh
Everything's better with a bit laughter, right? I received this photo the other day and it made me smile. There are a few things to note

-They are both my sons
-Son on the left has had his eyebrows shaved (I believe there was alcohol involved), and looks like an alien
-They both have broken left thumbs
-When they were young they hated wearing the same things- now, twin casts!






2. Read

I read every night. I love losing myself in other worlds. When I'm stressing over my own work I like to read something very different. Right now it's Deception Island by Bryn Kelly. A gripping tale about modern day pirates, kidnapping and trust. I'm loving it!









3. Meditate (or do something meditative) and breathe

Right now I'm fidgety, so I'm knitting. Counting stitches, counting rows etc soothes my brain and I get lost in the process








4. Exercise
There's nothing like blowing the stress away with a breezy walk or a good old shakedown at zumba- exercise releases endorphins which make you feel heaps better.

5. Plan an adventure!

It's always good to have something to look forward to- to know that all this stress is worth it.








6. Sleep
This is hard for me at the moment. I'm waking early and not getting back to sleep. I know how wonderful a good snooze is, so I'm keen to hear any tips on helping out with this?

These are my stress busters, but I'd love to hear yours!

Golden oldies – Kandy Shepherd

This month I’d like to introduce you to Tabitha and Cindy, my two senior cats. I don’t like to call them “old girls” because they are still very sprightly. (I truly am a LoveCat!)

We’ve had Tabitha, age sixteen, since she was a kitten. My then seven-year-old daughter had begged us for a cat of her own and spent her life’s savings of $100 on adopting a tiny tortoiseshell kitten. She was advertised on the noticeboard in the tea room of the magazine company where I worked. 

Tabitha as we first saw her - first on the left

Daughter and kitten became immediate best friends—and sixteen years later they still share a special bond. Theoretically, I’m Tabitha’s cat-grandmother my daughter informs me. Tabitha has a very sweet, lovely nature, and is constantly on the lookout for a lap.

Tabitha at six months - in a box as always

My other golden oldie is Cindy, our lovely tabby farm cat. We don’t actually know how old Cindy is—she arrived on our veranda one dark and stormy night. 

Cindy some years ago

She had probably been dumped in the bush near our little farm in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney. But she must be at least fourteen, maybe even close to the age of Tabitha. Cindy is the most amazing animal. We call her our dog-cat as she follows us everywhere and likes to go for bush walks with us. At the same time she’s fiercely independent.

Cindy - the classic farm cat

 Sadly both our precious cats are slowing down. Both have lost weight and Tabitha is sometimes grumpy beyond the usual tortoiseshell snarkiness.

Other symptoms have lead to a diagnosis of the start of renal failure, very common in cats. It’s all to do with their origins as desert animals.

Tabitha - looking pretty good for sixteen!

So we now have two cats under a low protein feeding regime. That means expensive prescription diet cat food and constant offering of liquids. They’re both pretty good with eating the special food. But not when regular cat food is on offer to the two other three-year old cats who need regular high protein food.

This means segregated feeding, constant snatching up of forbidden foods, and adjudication of dry food disputes—with resulting grievances from all four cats. I adore them so fuss over my felines without complaint.

Cindy helping in the garden

Tabby also needs a regular laxative that tastes so good she thinks it’s a treat. The others like the smell of it too and get quite miffed when questing noses are pushed away. Heaven help me the day they learn to squeeze it from the tube…

The good news is the latest blood tests for both my seniors show a definite improvement so it’s all worth it!

I hate the thought of my precious animals getting older—just had to stop typing to help Tabitha up on to the sofa as her legs are a little stiff these days—Tabitha is around eighty in human years and Cindy not far behind her. But I figure the love and attention we give them is so worth it for the joy they give us. I got my last cats who were diagnosed with failing kidneys to the respective ages of eighteen and twenty-two—very, very old for cats! Wish me luck I can keep Tabitha and Cindy with me for some years to come yet.

What about you? Do you have an older animal you cherish? Any special care you’ve had to give them? Any advantages you see in having older pets? I’d love to hear about it—please make a comment!

Holiday Snaps!

Those of you who follow me on FB or twitter will know I'm just back from almost 4 weeks overseas. You'll have probably seen the pics so forgive me for the double up but hey...who doesn't like to look at holiday snaps, right? Beware, I found pano mode on my iPhone camera and went a little craaazy! You can click on any of the images to make them larger!

LONDON
Freezing cold but still a special place in my heart.
Iconic symbols and a Harrods red velvet cupcake to die for!

Catching up with some medical author mates at a posh hotel for after noon tea. Or afternoon chamagne...

The lovely Kate Hardy and Annie Clayton

Hiedi Rice and Lucy King - my fellow Fairy Tale of New York authors!

Two of my fav medical authors - Jennifer Taylor and Caroline Anderson - whose books I read obsessively when I was trying to get published in the line. Awesome women, awesome writers and I have to pinch myself to think I know these wonderful writes personally!

Lunch with a view at The Shard with my fabulous editor Megan! Wow - does she know how to impress this girl from DownUnder!

Why yes, that is the Tower Of London you can see in the background!

CRUISE BOAT

View from the lounge at the front of the ship!

 ITALY

Our male companions having a toyota moment in Pompeii!

 

GREECE

I cried standing in front of these amazing ancient monument.

ME AFTER TOO MUCH FOOD AND BOOZE :-)

There are hundreds more but I won't bore you!
Do you like looking at other people's holiday snaps or would you rather stick a rusty fork in your eye?

Sunday Smooch - The Wedding Wager by Barbara DeLeo

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a smooch from The Wedding Wager by Barbara DeLeo but first the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is LynW. Lyn, we know you already have a copy of Jennifer's book but she will send you something else.

Can you please contact Jennifer at jstgeorge-authorATgmailDOTcom



And now for today's Sunday Smooch from The Wedding Wager by Barbara DeLeo

Nick Katsalos has a foolproof plan to save his parents' floundering wedding venue. The last thing he expects is for Erin O'Malley, the captivating daughter of his parents' biggest rival, to waltz in and charm the client who could finally get the family business back on track. Nick would be furious--if only he could stop thinking about her.

When Erin and Nick enter into a wager to determine who will win the contract she prepares for the worst...and is surprised by the glimpses of warmth she sees in the man behind the numbers. But Erin isn't about to forfeit what could be the biggest wedding of the decade to a man as cold as Nick. Especially since securing it means she could finally prove to her father she's just as capable of handling the family business as him.

But as the competition heats up, Erin and Nick must decide what's more important—winning or love.

Each book in the Weddings in Westchester series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order. 


Series Order:
Book #1 The Bouquet List
Book #2 The Wedding Wager 

Scene set-up
Erin and Nick are meeting in a bar so a photographer can take a picture of them for the magazine story about their business rivalry. Before the photographer arrives, some other business ensues...

Smooch

Suddenly his face changed. The corners of his mouth turned down, and his shoulders dropped. It was a look she hadn’t seen before and it stopped her mid-sentence. Until now he’d been wearing a mask—a confident, inscrutable facade that no one would ever see beneath. Now he looked concerned, hurt even.

“Erin, I do respect you. Obviously way more than I’ve made clear. Your professionalism, your drive, your determination—I don’t mind admitting it’s those things that are driving me a little crazy for you.”

He wasn’t joking. She knew by the tone in his voice and the set of his body that he meant every word. And it melted her from the inside out.

“You’re an interesting equation, Erin O’Malley.” 

“What does that mean?”

He tilted his head and gave her a look that made her feel as though he could see right into the most secret parts of her. “It’s pretty easy to get most people’s number, work out what makes them tick, how the sum of their parts will add up to a neat solution. Not with you.”

“That’s an original pickup line.” Her  fingers drummed rapidly against the bowl of her wineglass.

He chuckled and shrugged. “I’m a mathematician. What can you do? But at the very least you should take it as a compliment. I will work you out, Erin. I’ll  find your variables and your points of differentiation. By the time we’re through, I guarantee I’ll have you summed up.” 

He stepped closer and still she held her ground, but now her cells were screaming for her to lean into him, to taste his mouth and to feel his body beneath her  fingers.

Instead, she squared her shoulders. “That’s just about as arrogant as anyone could possibly get. Being so certain that just because you work with numbers and percentages you can work people out. I can tell you now, a guy like you would never understand a woman like me.”

Instead of bending his face toward her as her body wished he would, he reached out and twined his fingers with hers. “If you really don’t think there’s anything happening here, then I’ll accept it, but no matter what happens, I don’t ever want you to think that I don’t respect you, Erin. You couldn’t be more wrong.”

She swallowed as he squeezed her hand and all her blood seemed to pool where they touched. He was smiling at her, and all she could think was how much she wanted his mouth on hers. There was something about Nick Katsalos that drove her crazy, and she didn’t know how to stop it. And then she squeezed his hand back.

Before she could think about what she was doing, they were kissing, her hands around his neck, his arms around her waist. 

She’d imagined he’d taste heavenly, but she’d expected the bitterness of beer on his lips, not the sweetness of ginger and honey. When his tongue pressed along her bottom lip she thought she might crumble. As if she were in some sort of vacuum, the noise of the bar around them disintegrated, and all she could hear was his breathing and the rush of blood in her ears. He pulled her closer, his hands splayed across the bare skin of her back and she pressed herself to him.

Moments later, when they sprang apart, it was as if they’d broken the surface of a pool and the noise of the bar, and the heart-pounding reality of what she’d just done came rushing up at her.

There's  an e-copy of The Wedding Wager to give away to one commenter today! Just tell me your most memorable experience from a wedding you've been to and I'll put your name in the hat!

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from One Night with the French Tycoon by Christy McKellen will be posted!

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Who doesn't love a wedding?

Planning is underway for a family wedding in September and I vary between sentimental to freaked out to OMG I'm never going to lose any weight in time. And I'm not even doing the organising or the dressmaking! Probably just as well, LOL!

As a reader I always love the commitment that marriage, or the promise of marriage, brings to a relationship. I know a lot of people say it's only a piece of paper but to me it's more than that. The ceremony, the circumstance, the pledge to one another in front of family and friends--they're all very important to me and they are equally important to my characters, Prince Thierry of Sylvain and Princess Mila of Erminia, in the first of my Courtesan Brides duo, ARRANGED MARRIAGE, BEDROOM SECRETS.


Here's the blurb:

Princess Mila will safeguard her kingdom by marrying a neighbouring royal she barely knows. But she refuses to let Prince Thierry perfect his romantic arts with another woman. Disguised as his hired courtesan, the virgin princess plans to seduce her fiance before their wedding!

The mind blowing chemistry they discover can't be taught--or forgotten. Yet Mila's lie is unforgivable to a man like Thierry who prizes honour above all. Public scandal threatens all Mila's dreams and her country's future...unless this prince can let passion, and his heart, reign supreme.

I hope you'll look out for this book, scheduled for release in June 2016! You can preorder online now from your favourite Harlequin stockist. And please watch out for CONTRACT WEDDING, EXPECTANT BRIDE, Book 2 in the Courtesan Brides, which is coming out in August 2016.


I loved combining a royal theme with this arranged marriage story concept. It's almost like writing about another world all together. Expectations and lifestyles are so very different from those that we live in our day to day existence, don't you think? And because I made up the two kingdoms involved, it really was like writing a fairy tale at times (when I wasn't beating my head repeatedly against the keyboard and trying to wrangle these two very strong minded characters into existence.)

Are you a royal fan or a fan of weddings? Or do you prefer to read stories that are about people who live more mainstream lives. Let me know in the comments below! In the meantime, happy reading everyone!

I'm leaving on a jet plan

By the time this post goes up I will be back in Australia! It’s been almost two years since I left Melbourne to move to Toronto – crazy how fast the time flies. This trip back is just a visit, but I’ll be home for a whole month. 

I figure if I’m going to spend 30 hours travelling across the globe I may as well make the most of it. Luckily, my books can be written anywhere so long as I have my laptop with me.

Living far away from home has made so grateful to have tools like Skype, WhatsApp and Viber which allow me to keep in touch with my family and friends. In fact, we have a Skype camera situated on the top of our TV so we can chill on the couch and talk to people just like they were right there in the apartment with us. But there’s nothing quite like the face-to-face.

So, in light of my plans I thought I’d share some of the things I want to do when I return home.

Cici the Chihuahua & her latest victim

Spend time with my family and family

This is kind of an obvious one, but I miss everyone so much. Lots of quality time is in order. Little sis and I have a date to play videos games together just like when we were kids.

Getting cuddles from this little lady --->

This crazy Chihuahua is high up on my priority list. When I lived at my parent’s place for two months before the big move, we became very close and I have missed her dearly.

Drink all of the coffee

I know I lamented this often, but the coffee in Canada is just not the same as what we have back home. I plan to café hop my way around the city as much as possible.

Melbourne's GPO building

Wander around the city

I lived in Southbank for four years before we moved to Toronto, and one of my favourite activities was talking a walk through the city early on a Saturday or Sunday morning. I’d get a coffee from any place that was open and just enjoy the peacefulness of a city still sleeping.

Talk to my fellow writers

I’m so excited to catch up with my old writer’s group, the Melbourne Romance Writer’s Guild. In fact, I am actually going to be speaking at their annual writer’s retreat, which is so exciting!

Back in 2013 I attended this same retreat as a newly aspiring author with so much to learn. I’d only been writing for about six months and I listened to fellow LoveCat Annie West and the awesome Anna Campbell speak about their incredible careers.

I was so inspired, and both Annie and Anna gave me the encouragement to believe in my work. I can’t wait to be able to pay it forward.

What would you miss most about your home if you moved overseas?

Sunday Smooch with Jennifer St George

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a smooch from Jennifer St George but first 

... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is jjhicks.

Can you please contact Kate at kate (at) katehardy (dot) com to receive your copy of Holiday with the Best Man

And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Jennifer St George's Wild For You. 

When her celebrity boyfriend breaks up with her on camera to boost the ratings of his TV show, fashion designer Madison Mills instructs her assistant to organise a vacation that’s a long way from New York, where there’s no paparazzi and where there are definitely no hot men.



Madison soon finds herself on a walking tour in the wilds of remote Tasmania. There’s no chance she’ll be recognised but on the ‘no hot men’ criteria, her assistant has spectacularly failed. The lead guide, Daniel Black, could be the face and body of any fashion campaign. But, Daniel’s quick judgement that’s she an urban princess has her bristling with every step.



Ex-military man Daniel has found peace in the wilderness. Hosting walking tours ensures lots of solitude and no long-term commitments. So when circumstances lead to him guiding Madison alone, he’s not sure he can survive for nearly a week with a woman whose life revolves around hemlines and fashion shows.



The rugged landscape challenges them both and Daniel soon learns there is more to Madison than meets the eye. But when Madison’s location is leaked to the press, can he convince her that a wilderness guide and a fashion designer from opposite side of the world can find a way to make it work?

Scene set-up
Madison has lost her creative mojo. She's hoping this walk through the Tasmanian wilderness will help spark the idea for her new collection. Her hot, gorgeous walking guide Daniel just might have all the answers....

‘I have to admit, your office is nicer than mine,’ she said, pulling her lunch from her pack.

He surveyed the area. ‘Yes, I have natural wilderness and you work in a dense urban jungle.’ She closed her eyes and focused. Something was swirling through her brain, but she couldn’t quite condense it into something solid. She opened her eyes and allowed the beauty of her surroundings to wash over her.

Daniel lit the portable stove. Soon, she was sitting on a moss-covered log and sipping hot peppermint tea. If she couldn’t find inspiration here, she suspected she couldn’t find it anywhere.

‘So, how’s that theme coming along?’ Daniel asked, sitting on a stump in front of her.

‘What, you can read minds now?’

‘No. It’s just you usually talk non-stop and today you’ve been unusually quiet. I figured you were working on your theme.’

She flicked up her eyebrows. ‘How very insightful of you.’

‘Ah, you have to know your men.’

She cocked her head. ‘Excuse me?’

He laughed. ‘Sorry. The military terminology. It’s hard to shake. I meant, it’s important to try to understand what my clients are looking for when they come on holiday here. Some want to talk all about themselves – I usually ensure the other guides look after them – while some want to know all about the park and its the fauna and flora, and some are looking for peace and quiet.’

‘And they’re your favourite type of client, right? The quiet ones.’

He smiled his assent.

‘So how have you classified me?’

‘You? You’re an enigma.’

She crossed her hands across her chest. ‘How so?’

‘I thought you were a helpless New York princess who would hate every minute of the trip. Who’d never be ready on time and couldn’t stand the natural environment,’ he said, removing a leech from the back of his hand. ‘But you’ve turned out to be highly practical and you seem to enjoy and appreciate the wilderness.’

‘So now I’m a wilderness-appreciating princess?’

He shook his head. ‘More an urban wilderness princess.’

Her skin tingled and her eyes widened. ‘Say that again. Over and over. Don’t let it get away.’

His brow crinkled. ‘What?’

‘Urban wilderness,’ she demanded. ‘Say those words.’

He shrugged, clearly having no idea of the genius he’d just brought forth. ‘Urban wilderness. Urban wilderness,’ he said in a confused but intrigued tone.

Racing to her pack, she pulled out her notebook. She scribbled the precious words before they disappeared on the breeze. That was it! She wrote the words over and over. Urban wilderness. Urban wilderness. Her whole body hummed. That was the theme. The perfect, brilliant collection theme.

Throwing back her arms, she stared up at the sky and cried out. Energy, wildness, power: her mojo, flooding back into her body. She felt so light, she could have floated up into the canopy. She had it. This collection would be her best.

‘Everything okay over there, crazy lady?’

Daniel. She turned and stared at the man who’d given her back her passion and creativity – and her inspiration.

‘Are you all right?’ he asked, clearly bewildered by her behaviour.

She dropped her notebook on her pack, walked over to him, threw her arms about his neck, stood on tippy toes and kissed him hard on the lips.

 ‘You have no idea what you’ve done,’ she said. Her gaze locked with his. She fell still, caught in the storm that raged in his eyes. Her heart tumbled over a few beats when she saw the naked vulnerability shining in his eyes. He blinked and the storm was gone, but his arms slid around her waist.

‘If this is the result, I’d really like to know what I’ve done so I can do it again and again and again.’

She touched his cheek and kissed him again. ‘You’ve freed me.’

The forest quietened around them. He held her a little closer. She suddenly realised where she was and what she was doing. Kissing Daniel. Being held by Daniel’s strong arms. In the arms of the man who’d freed her from the grip of fear, of grief . . . all the negativity that had engulfed her world and that had held her captive for the past two years. This man from the wilderness had done more for her in three days than years of therapy and grief counselling.

‘And how have I done that?’ He ran a rough finger lightly down her cheek.

She didn’t want to analyse it. She simply wanted to feel. Feel more of lightness, the freedom and joy of coming back to the world. Having grief finally lose its fight to dominate her soul. She drew his head down to hers and touched her lips to his. ‘By simply being you,’ she breathed.

His hands moved lower down her back, drawing her flush against his body. A flare of awareness settled low in her belly. She reached up and put her hands on both his cheeks and kissed him full and deep. Closing her eyes, she fell headlong into the glorious touch and taste of Daniel.

* * *

In our busy, busy world, it's hard to get away from it all like Daniel and Madison have done in the Tasmanian wilderness.  If you wanted to get some solitude, where would you go? Leave a comment to go into the draw to win an e-copy of Wild For You.

Wild for You is on pre-order now and will be available for download tomorrow. I'm just a little excited!

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Barb DeLeo's The Wedding Wager will be posted!

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