Thursday, February 28, 2013

Five Friday Freebies!

Everyone loves a freebie, right?

Starting this week, every other Friday, I'm going to have Five Fiday Freebies.  FIVE fabulous authors have gathered to offer books, giftcards and more! No hopping, skipping or jumping required. ONE commenter wins ALL FIVE prizes! Just leave a comment with your email..and the winner will be drawn next Friday!

1.     Who are you? Bio, please.

My name is Nina Cole and I live in Southeast Michigan with my husband, 3 kids and a dog who thinks she’s a cat.  Besides writing, I enjoy reading, crafts, crocheting and belly dancing

2.     What is your free read from?

Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my first publish book, Snowbound.

3.     Please share it here:  The set up:

After ending her relationship with a contender for Jerk of the Year, Jessie looks forward to a Valentine’s Day weekend of self-pampering at a luxurious spa. The last thing she expects is being rescued by a handsome stranger and his three nephews.


Jessie limped over to the window to see Wes standing in the middle of the front yard, looking down at the cell phone in his hand.  Hed gone outside a short time ago to clear off the Mustang again.

Im going outside for a minute guys.She pulled on Todds boots and slipped into his jacket.

      Leaning on one of the porch posts for support, she watched as Wes moved from one spot to another, lifting his phone in the air, turning then repeating his steps all over again. 

      Hows it going?she called out to him.

      He took a step to the right.Youd think with all the modern technology in the world Id be able to get a damn signal.

      Have you tried turning it on?

      He shot her a nasty look.

      Okaaay.  Its a pretty old phone; maybe you should try lifting your left foot.


      Seriously.  It used to work on our old TV set. What have you got to lose?She limped off the porch and shuffled her way toward Wes.

      He sent her a dubious look but lifted his foot.

      Anything?It took every ounce of willpower she had to keep a straight face.

      Wes looked at the phone.  Nope.

      Then try raising your other arm in the air, like an extended antennae.

      He put his foot down.

      No, you have to keep your foot up. 

      Again she got the look, but he raised his arm. He looked absurd standing there balancing on one foot with his arm up in the air.  He was so gullible. She gave his shoulder a light shove, toppling him into the snow.  The incredulous expression on his face was priceless.  She couldnt hold the laughter in any longer.

      Im so sorry. I couldnt help myself.  You fell hook, line and sinker.  She laughed so hard her stomach hurt.

      I suppose I asked for that.  Could you at least help me up?

      Shifting her weight to her good foot, Jessie held out her hand out to Wes and suddenly found herself sprawled on top of him. 

      He grinned at her.Now who fell hook, line and sinker?

      She began to move but he stopped her.

      Wait.  Ive got a signal.

      Youve got to be kidding.

      No.  See?He showed her the phone, and sure enough there were five bars ready to go.

      Im going to try to make a call.  Dont move.

      Move?  Jessie could barely breath.  How had she let herself get into such an intimate position? Their bodies touched from head to toe.  She could even feel the beat of his heart beneath her gloved hands.

      What if one of the boys looked out the window and saw them?  How would they explain that?  She knew the right thing would be to move away, but she couldnt.  For some inexplicable reason she didnt really want to delve into, the light touch of his hand on her back seemed to keep her immobile.

      Earl?  Wes Brighton.He paused, looking at Jessie.Im good.

      Jessie felt the heat in her cheeks.  She looked at him from beneath her lashes. They were close enough for her to notice the tiny flecks of gold in his hazel eyes.                     

4.     What is your freebie?

I have a free copy of Snowbound for one lucky reader

5.      Where can we buy your book?

Snowbound is available from Whispers Publishing (


1.     Who are you? Bio, please.
Sara Walter Ellwood is an award winning author whose novel Gambling On A Secret was named by bestselling author Carolyn Brown in the Happy Ever After Blog on USA Today as one of her favorite romances of 2012. Although Sara has long ago left the farm for the glamour of the big town, she draws on her experiences growing up on a small hobby farm in West Central Pennsylvania to write her stories. She’s been married to her college sweetheart for nearly 20 years, and they have two teenagers and one very spoiled rescue cat named Penny. She longs to visit the places she writes about and jokes she’s a cowgirl at heart stuck in Pennsylvania suburbia.

She also writes paranormal romantic suspense under the pen name of Cera duBois.
2.     What is your free read from? Gambling On A Secret
3.     Please share a short excerpt here (500 words or less) here: “Ferguson, what are you doing here?” Dylan barked.
Leon ambled toward them on the stone path. “I’m saving a young maiden from torment. What are you doing here, playing the part of the devil?”
“I’m Miss Monroe’s new manager.” The deadly edge of his voice matched the flintiness of his eyes. “If there’s anyone to save the young maiden from, it’s you.”
“Mr. Quinn, please.” She turned to Leon. “Leon, is there something I can do for you?”
He smiled, showing off perfect white teeth in a face handsome enough to belong to an actor. “I was just passing by on my way home and decided to stop. How are the boys working out?”
Dylan’s stance widened and his hands flexed at his slides. “What boys?”
“Charli and I have entered into a business arrangement.”
She lost the battle with the urge to wrap her arms around herself. As much as she appreciated Leon’s kindness, respected him, and was even a little attracted to him, something about him didn’t sit right with her. He represented her peers in the community. According to Mrs. Pratt, besides the Cartwrights, she and Leon were undoubtedly the wealthiest residents in the county. No one in Colton could learn about her past. It would ruin her, and Leon, no doubt, had the means to dig up the dirt.
“Really?” Dylan stepped closer to her in a protective manner. Whiskey tainted his breath as the warmth of the exhalations tickled her cheek. “What kind of business arrangement?”
She could protect herself. Dylan Quinn wasn’t any safer than Leon Ferguson. Stepping away from him, she forced her arms to her sides. “Mr. Quinn, I can handle this.”
She faced Leon. “I’m amazed by how much the men got done since starting on Monday. The foreman told me last evening they’d be reseeding another fifty acres for hay this morning. And they have the corrals fixed and started on the fencing in the north pasture.”
“Good, good.” He glanced at Dylan. “I’ll be going, unless you need a more reliable exterminator. I couldn’t help but overhear about your snake infestation. I can give you the name of the company that has gotten rid of the snakes in our lakes over on Oak Springs for years.”
Although he presented the perfect solution, she didn’t the like way Leon had looked at Dylan as he said the word exterminator. “No, Mr. Quinn is quite capable of getting rid of the snake.”
“Oh, I’m sure he is.” Leon tipped his hat. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you, Charli.” Dylan’s jaw tightened as his uncle glanced at him. “It’s good to see you up among the living again.”
Leon headed back to his Porsche. With no pretense of lowering his voice, Dylan said, “Now, there’s a snake no one wants in their garden.”
Upon hearing the jibe, Leon’s shoulders jerked in mid-stride.
Rattled by Leon’s attention and the snake fiasco, she turned on Dylan. “You aren’t off the hook. I want those snakes gone.”
“We’ll see.”
“I hate snakes.” She shuddered and put her hands on her hips. “Maybe I should have asked him who the exterminator is.”
4.     What is your freebie? I'll give a 5$ Amazon gift certificate
5.     Where can we buy your book? Lyrical Press:

1.     Who are you? Bio, please.
I am Melissa Kendall, a 37 year-old stay at home mum and part-time Software Support Consultant. I live in Perth Western Australia the most isolated capital city in the world. 
I've always loved to read and write and spent most of my teens scribbling poetry and short stories on any scrap of paper I could get my hands on. Over the years as daily life pressures got in the way  I lost the passion for it. After my son was born, I discovered e-books and my interest in writing was rekindled. It has been a large part of my life ever since.
2.     What is your free read from?
Life in Suitcases a Contemporary Romance short.
3.     Please share a short excerpt here (500 words or less) here:
“Excuse me.” I tapped the man on the shoulder.
“Yeah?” He eyed me suspiciously. “How can I help you?”
“I’m looking for Anthony Scott.”
“He’s up the scaffold.” He pointed at the mass of steel piping on the side of the building. “Hang on a sec, I’ll get him down for you.”
“Hey, Tony! There’s a chick here to see ya.” Anthony’s head popped over the edge of the scaffold. I looked up so he could see my face.
“Elise?” he asked, disbelief clear in his tone. I just nodded. “Stay right where you are. I’m coming down.” His whoop of excitement echoed off the surrounding buildings, making my heart beat just a little faster. As he hit the bottom of the scaffolding, he ran over to me, swept me up in his arms, and swung me around in the biggest bear hug I’d had in years.
That was when it hit me. This was home. Not San Francisco, but right here in Anthony’s arms. This is what I’d been missing for six years, where I’d been yearning to be.
He finally set me down on my feet and leaned back to look at me. “What are you doing here?” He stared at me shock written all over his face.
“I had a job interview this morning with the Times. I thought I’d come say hi while I was in town.”
“You’re moving home?” He yelped with excitement.
“I am if I get the job.” I smirked at him.
With that, he swept me up into another giant hug. “Wait right here. Don’t move.” He turned and ran toward what was probably the on-site office, disappearing inside.
He came back out after about ten minutes, a giant grin spread across his face. “So, have you had lunch yet?” I shook my head. “Well, come on, then.” He grabbed my hand.
We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and reminiscing. We filled each other in on what had been going on in our lives. I ’fessed up and told him the whole truth about Dave. In return, he told me about this man-eater of a girl he had broken up with just after New Year’s.
The more we talked, the more I understood this was what had been missing in my life. I couldn’t remember feeling as content as I did right then, sitting with Anthony. He made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. Then it dawned on me. How had I not seen it before? I loved him and not just the kind of love you have for family. I was in love with him—probably always had been. I was just too scared and withdrawn as a young girl to recognize my feelings for what they were. As luck would have it, I wasn’t that girl anymore. I was a woman, one who knew just what she wanted. Somehow I had to let him know how I felt, even if he didn’t feel the same.
4.     What is your freebie?
A $5 Amazon Gift Card.
5.     Where can we buy your book?


1.     Who are you? Bio, please.
        Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance.  She is currently finishing revisions to her fourth full length novel, Only Marriage Will Do, set in Georgian England and the second in her House of Pleasure series. Her first novel in that series, Only Scandal Will Do, was released in July 2012. The novella Betrothal, part one of her medieval trilogy, Time Enough to Love, will be released in Spring 2013.  Her Victorian novel, As Long As You’re Mine, is out to agents.

Jenna has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager.  A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise.  She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets.  When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director.  She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage. 

             2.     What is your free read from?  Only A Scandal Will Do
 3.     Please share a short excerpt here (500 words or less) here:
Well aware from his husky tone what needs the man likely had, Kat winced. If only she could see all of his face. It was so difficult to judge the man under that golden mask. She forced herself to relax, though the thought of his hands on her raised gooseflesh everywhere. It was only her hair, after all. No great sin. Perhaps if she softened her demeanor, she could convince him of her plight. She could offer honeyed tones for a little while.
“Will you hear my story of how a lady ended up in this House of Pleasure, sir?” Even to her own ears, her innocent tone sounded false. How would it sound to--

   Releasing her hair, the stranger grabbed her hand. “We both know how you will end up, my                slave. Come.” He pulled her toward the four-poster and she dug her toes into the rough, worn carpeting. Honey be damned, she had no intention of going anywhere near that bed.

“Let me tell you my story, sir. ’Tis truly enlightening.” She snapped her wrist down, freeing herself from his grasp, then turned and raced across the room, searching in vain for weapons once more. Frustration mounting, she seized the wingback chair. At least it presented a barrier of sorts. She thrust it in front of her.

  “Sir, you must hear me. I truly am not what you think.”
   His skeptical stare was bearable. But when he pursed his lips and made a “tsk tsking ” sound, he  might as well have shouted the word “whore.”

   “I am not!” Katarina clutched the chair’s golden upholstery to keep from launching herself at him and wrapping her fingers around his arrogant throat. “I am Lady Katarina Fitzwilliam, sister to the Earl of Manning. I was kidnapped and brought here tonight against my will.”

   He cocked his head. Then his mouth twitched. “Truly? What an exciting life you must lead...Lady Katarina, was it?” He chuckled deep in his chest, and took a step toward the chair.

   She glared at him. “I am Lady Katarina Fitzwilliam, you dullard.”

  "And true ladies always run around London at night scandalously underdressed as Greek                slaves?”
   “My brother and I were on our way to a masquerade ball when I was abducted.”

   “As was I, fair lady,” he bowed with an exaggerated flourish, “when I decided to come to this charming establishment instead. Perhaps if we had continued on our ways uninterrupted, we would even now be dancing together at the ball.” That nasty laugh grated against her nerves worse than the screech of rusty nails, making her contemplate murder. If the scoundrel didn’t believe her story, killing him might be her only means of escape.
4.     What is your freebie?

A copy of Scandal, either print or ebook

5. Where can we buy your book?

1.      Who are you? Bio, please.

Nikki Lynn Barrett lives in Arizona with her husband and son. She's an avid reader, a dreamer, and loves everything about books. She runs a book blog, an online used bookstore, and writes various genres of romance. Nikki can also be found outside with her camera when a storm is near, snapping photo after photo. Her dreams of becoming a writer started when she was young, when she started writing books in one subject notebooks by the fifth grade. The Secret Santa Wishing Well is her debut book. You can visit Nikki's site at: for more information. She is working on her next book. Nikki would love to hear from readers. Email her at

2.     What is your read from?  This is an excerpt from my upcoming release, Baby Stetson.
Please keep in mind this is still going through edits :)
3.   Please share a short excerpt here (500 words or less) here:          

“I'll protect you from the big bad wolf.” Lucas teased.

“Oh? So what if you're the big bad wolf? Who'll protect me from you?”

Lucas halted. “You think I'm the wolf, eh?”

“Well, you haven't proved that you aren't yet.” Avery shot back. God how he riled her. And how she enjoyed it.

“I'm guessing you like the wolves then, because you liked this before.” Lucas reached for her, and his mouth crashed down on hers. Avery's heart melted. She wrapped herself into Lucas, leaning into his kisses. He tasted sensational. Each kiss sent her further over the edge.

“ Lucas.” Avery groaned. She went in for another kiss, but a strange sound startled her, and she pulled away from him. “Do you hear that? If it's an animal, it's nearby.”

Lucas whipped his head to stare in the direction. “I don't know. Maybe we'd better go, get away from whatever it is.” They continued their walk. Lucas put his arm around Avery and pulled her close. Avery leaned into him, enjoying the way it felt for have him by her side.

Once they got in front of the house, Avery wasn't ready to let him go. “You want to come in for awhile?” She didn't want to be alone. It wasn't just that she longed for Lucas. The strange sensation that someone was near, watching, the fact that her parents weren't home....Avery didn't want to be alone.

“Is that such a good idea?” Lucas asked.

“I don't want to be alone, Lucas.” Avery pleaded.

“Okay then.” He squeezed her hand.

Avery fumbled with the keys and got the door unlocked. Once inside, she felt a little safer. She closed the door behind Lucas and flicked on the light.
“You're so jumpy. What's going on, Avery?” Lucas asked gently, brushing back loose stands of her hair that covered her left eye.

She swallowed. “I just- I got a strange text earlier, I keep feeling like I'm being watched, Mom and Dad aren't here. I may be overreacting, but I'm afraid.”

Lucas frowned. “Text?”

Avery pulled her phone from her purse, pulled up the text and handed it to Lucas. A scowl appeared on his face.

“What's that supposed to mean?” He asked, handing her the phone back.

“I wish I knew. It came out of nowhere. It may even be a wrong number, but for some reason, it's got me a bit freaked out.”

“I can understand that. You've got a few new people in your life lately.”

“ That includes you.” Avery watched Lucas's face.

“Do you trust me, Avery?” Lucas challenged.

“I think I do. Sure, you have your secrets, but something about you makes me feel safer than I have in a long time. I don't know how to explain it. Maybe the question I should be asking you is can I trust you, Lucas?”

He hesitated. “You can trust me.”

 4.     What is your freebie?   I'm offering a $10 gift card to either Amazon or Barnes & Noble!
5.     Where can we buy your book? Right now, you can't buy Baby Stetson yet, but I'll post the links to The Secret Santa Wishing Well!