Sunday, September 2, 2012

All the days of: Book Tour: Guest Blog by Lenore Wolfe

All the days of: Book Tour: Guest Blog by Lenore Wolfe: Today the Sizzling PR Tour stops here at All the days of and I am delighted to have a guest blog by Lenore.  Later on in the post you will...

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Hawk is going on tour!!

August
23 – Guest Blog @ Coffee Beans & Love Scenes
31 – Guest Blog @ All the Days of

September
4 – Interview @ You Gotta Read
6 – Interview @ Tory Michaels
14 – Guest Blog @ Romance Book Junkies
24 – Interview @ Reading with Holly
25 – Interview & Giveaway @ The Book Queen
26 – Spotlight @ Melissa Kendall

October
3 – Interview @ Jenna Jaxon
4 – Interview @ Krista Ames
8 – Guest Blog @ Full Moon Bites
10 – Spotlight @ Simplistik
16 – Review @ The Jeep Diva
17 – Interview & Giveaway @ Ramblings from this Chick
19 – Guest Blog & Review @ Me & Reading
24 – Guest Blog & Giveaway @ New Age Mama
26 – Review @ The Page Flipper

Reviews
Romance Book Junkies
The Page Flipper
Me & Reading
The Jeep Diva

Friday, December 2, 2011

Romancing Olive


Romancing Olive . . . 1891 . . . Spinster librarian, Olive Wilkins, is shocked to learn of her brother’s violent death at a saloon gaming table. Compelled to rescue and raise his children, Olive travels to Ohio, intending to return to her Philadelphia home with her niece and nephew. Little does she know that the children have come to love their caretaker, widower Jacob Butler. Will Olive return home without them or learn to love Jacob as well?

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!



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This year I am thankful for my soft place to land, even though he had absolutely no reason to do so, and even though his fears would make it difficult, it is a roof over my head, and for that I am truly thankful. I am thankful for my family for putting up with me this year. It was the most difficult year of my life, and that is saying alot. I've lived through things I shouldn't have survived. I'm thankful to my children. I know I've worried you. I'm especially thankful to my youngest son for not letting the fact that I pretty much went off the deep end this year scare him into avoiding me. It only takes a little bit of crazy to scare the hell out of people. And you're pretty fearless and stayed right by my side. You would always try to be there, even when I was at my worse and I'm sure you would have liked to be just about anywhere else. And to my my oldest son, you are always so very kind to me. And my daughter, you were willing to do a very difficult thing for me. And to my middle son, I will always love you, and I do not blame you for how angry you are with me right now. Everyone of us has a right to how we feel. I will not try to censor or control yours. I love you all. I know you have not understood some of my choices. Sometimes I don't understand them either. But I always feel our Great Mother watching over us. And I always come out stronger. I'm thankful for all my angels and guides for brining me through my dark night of my soul. I see the light of day, now, and I'm thankful I've survived. I'm thankful to myself for having the strength to reach for life, even when all I wanted to do was quit and cease to exist. I'm thankful for the wisdom to know I would be glad I made it through, even when I was screaming in my car so no one else would know.

I'm especially thankful for my friends for reaching out when I most needed it and trying to help me through. I will never forget it. I love you all so much. 

 I'm thankful to my fans. Manyof my friends and family helped to save my life. But writing saved my sanity. I threw myself into my writing and my blogs. It took up all my time and provided a chance to heal. It also gave me a place to express myself in creative and healing ways. Her Broken Wings Could Fly is allowings me to do so with a out censor. Thank you for putting up with me when I hit a wall and didn't update my blogs:) You all are the greatest. 

 Most of all I'm thankful for the divine--How could anyone ever question all the help we truly get. It is the reason we make it through. It's in the soft petal of a flower, the sun's rays upon the damp earth, the ocean's waves upon the sandy beach, and the crest of the mountain top. We are loved. May we always have some place inside that knows it, even when we're in our darkest hour. And so I say I'm grateful mother. I am your daughter, and I am grateful mother. And I love you so.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Follow an Author Friday!

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PROLOGUE



l828--Kentucky

 
His moccasins made no sound in the grass along the edge of the meadow. At the far end, he turned and looked back at the cabin, smoke trailing from the chimney. It was the place of his birth; the farm in Kentucky had been his home all of his sixteen years.

“What’s got into you, Charlie?” The voice seemed unusually loud in the stillness of early morning.

Hell, what was there to worry over, anyways? Wasn’t he almost a man? And as for Ma and Pa, why, he’d never seen anything his pa couldn’t handle.

It was a day in late summer, and the grass stood tall and ripe. Many times Charlie Dobbs had come this way; he knew the best strategy. Chances were good that he would come upon deer within a mile or so of home.

His stride was not that of a man setting out to go a long distance. A hunter must step cautiously, be mindful of the direction of the wind, and know the habits of the animals he stalks.

By noon Charlie had covered several miles, and continued to work his way east along the foothills. Slowly the skies began to gray and darken, giving promise of rain. He began to pick up the pace, gauging time and distance to arrive at another likely area in late afternoon.

It was nearly sundown when he came upon it. Cautiously he skirted the willows along the creek. Nothing. It was strange, unsettling, as though he was the only living thing in these hills. Nothing else moved. Not game, not a bird—not even a squirrel.

The sun slipped slowly from sight, and dusk began to soften the afternoon shadows. In a hollow by the stream, Charlie rolled out his bed. He took out flint and materials for striking a fire, then set it aside and sat quietly as darkness surrounded him. He wasn’t sure why, just a feeling. Jerky from his pack would have to do for supper, since it did not have to be cooked.

Satisfied, he stretched out. Yet sleep was long in coming. The moon turned its face away -- even the stars hid their glow -- and in the blackness he kept seeing his mother’s face, the worry in her eyes. Again he heard her words of the previous morning as he prepared to leave.

“Charles? Did you hear? You pay heed to what I say.”

Martha Dobbs stood by the stove, hands on her hips. She was not a large woman, midway over five feet. In her faded dress, she looked haggard and worn. Life had been hard, and though scarcely thirty-seven, she appeared much older. Still, there was a sparkle to her eyes that told of a woman not unhappy with her lot.

“Ma, I’m always careful. I’ve hunted by myself many-a’time.”

“Don’t you sass your ma,” she said sternly. “Seth, you tell him.”

Seth Dobbs looked up from a breakfast of fried venison and potatoes, a rugged man with wavy, red hair.

“Boy, you Listen to what your ma’s saying,” he said. “Roy Perkins was by yesterday, and he said Injuns hit several places up along the Ohio. Wiped ‘em out.”



“But Pa, the Cherokees are our friends. I’ve know’d ‘em all my life.”

“These wasn’t Cherokee, Son. Roy didn’t know what they was; Shawnee maybe. They be from somewhere up north.” He paused for a swallow of coffee. “You best keep your eyes open. If we didn’t need the meat, I’d not be sending you out just now.

“I’ll be careful, Pa.



When at last Charlie slept, it was fitful. Once he woke, thinking he heard noises. Indians? Had they located his camp and now were sneaking up on him in the dark? For a long time he lay absolutely still, listening. Sometime later he dozed off again, but it was not a restful sleep.

Dawn was still an hour away when next he woke. Quietly he rolled his blanket, with his supplies and other gear stowed inside. A quick wrap of the cord at either end, and it became a bundle that he could sling over one shoulder. A couple of his ma’s biscuits, and he was ready.

Light of morning was beginning to give shape to objects about him as he moved silently upstream. At the edge of a large meadow, he paused, still in the cover of the timber. A likely place for deer to linger at first light, but it was still a bit early. He would have to wait for more light.

This was Charlie’s favorite time of day, yet on this particular morning he found little satisfaction in it. The urge was strong in him to turn around and head back. But why? He had seen nothing to give cause for alarm. Besides, they needed meat.

Slowly, increasing light revealed the hidden corners of the meadow. Nothing here, either. Charlie hesitated, contemplating his next move.

A mile to the east was the Parker place, their nearest neighbor. He’d best change directions, circle around to the north, then back to the cabin. This decision brought some relief. At least he would be headed in the general direction of home, rather than away from it.

Morning became afternoon, and a cool breeze began to clear away the clouds. He moved through a silent world, always watchful. Alertness was a thing learned early by one raised on the edge of the frontier. His eyes probed each shadow, each thicket. Slowly his course bent west-ward, and still no game. Finally he turned south toward home.

In late afternoon, he began to lengthen his stride. Time to be heading home. It wasn’t far now, no more than a few miles, and he wanted to get there before dark. He was going back empty-handed, but that couldn’t be helped. It happened that way sometimes.

Suddenly Charlie froze. At first he could see nothing, but there had been something, some wash of movement.

There. Coming toward him—an Indian. He shrank back into the shadows and waited. Now he could see others, following the first, walking single file. All were wearing paint.

Charlie moved deeper into the brush, careful not to cause movement in the branches overhead. The Indians drew closer, more than twenty in all, not of a tribe familiar to him. Their direction would take them directly past where he stood.

Now the warriors were a dozen yards away, and closing the distance. Charlie tried to shrink back against a large tree, make his form blend with that of the trunk.

One by one the Indians passed by, only a few feet from where Charlie stood. He looked away, in fear they would sense someone watching. When he turned back, it was in time to see the last man disappear into the forest. He could not see the man’s face, only that there were scalps on his belt, one of them with red hair.

Charlie froze, struggling with the wave of fear that came over him. These men had come from the south, from the direction of the cabin.

Ma and Pa. They might need his help. He wanted to run, to call out. But no, he must be careful. There could be more Indians about, others that he had not seen. The farm was still some distance away; it wouldn’t do to go plunging head-long through the woods, maybe be captured, or fall and break a leg. He felt sick, and leaned against a tree for support.

Finally, Charlie could stand it no longer. He had to get there, to know. Wildly he ran, leaping over downed trees, ducking beneath low-hanging limbs. One foot caught under a root, and he pitched forward into the brush. Getting to his feet, he picked up his rifle and stumbled on—a mile, then two. At last he dropped to the ground and lay gasping for breath.

Minutes passed. In control again, Charlie ran on. For a short time it rained, but he was unaware. At last he slowed, for ahead were the meadow and the cabin. He stopped and sniffed. Smoke.

Charlie checked the rifle, then moved cautiously forward. Again he caught the smell of wood smoke, now heavy in the air. Just a few more yards…

At last he could see it, the cabin—or what remained of it. Only the stone fireplace and chimney was still intact; the rest was a burned-out shell. Flames still danced along some of the logs.

Clouds of smoke billowed upward and swirled around him as he approached. A still, gray form slumped against a wheel of the wagon.

Charlie hurried closer, then stopped and turned away, unable to face what he saw. Yet, something compelled him to look again. He forced himself to go closer.

Seth Dobbs hung limply from rawhide cords that bound him to the wheel. The anguish in his face told of how he had suffered. It must have seemed a lifetime before death brought relief. Again Charlie looked away, fighting to not give in to the nausea that came over him.

What about Ma?

“Ma!” he called. “Ma?”

Charlie ran to the remains of the cabin, but she was not there. Then, momentarily the smoke cleared. Over by the corral—he ran toward her. She had been run through with a lance. He dropped to his knees and cradled her head in his lap.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain. Her voice came in a hoarse whisper.

“Charles, you…you go live with Uncle Josh…” her voice trailed off.

“First I got to get you some help,” Charlie said, his eyes filled with tears. “I’ll be right back, soon as I can saddle up one of the horses.”

“No. They’s gone--everything. You get…get away from this place…fast as you can. Don’t stop for nothing. I don’t want to live anyways…after what they done.”

And life slipped away. Charlie lowered her gently, then struggled to his feet.

A long time he stood, staring but not really seeing. Then, at last, presence of mind began to return; he noticed the ground around him. He studied the jumble of tracks, traced the movements of the attackers to where they had split up. One group had gone off to the southeast, taking the three horses with then. The others had traveled north on foot, no doubt the ones that had passed Charlie earlier.

Night came on, a descending cloak that hid the scene from his eyes. Yet the darkness did not matter. This was a sight that would remain indelibly etched in his brain for as long as he lived.

Suddenly he felt alone. So very, very alone.






5 Best Books!



Kootenai Charlie


Dark Warrior: To Tame a Wild Hawk (Dark. Cloth Series)


Showdown at Squaw Pass: a western novel


High Lonesome


The Man from Shenandoah (The Owen Family Saga)



What about you?  Live a comment and your link so we can follow you:)

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Follow the Giveaways Wednesday!



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Keep your eye out for these exciting new series and be entered to win your pre-released  digital copies by following the blogs!





Three lucky people will win the first of my new series, Sons of the Dark Mother, book one, The Fallen One, to be released on ebook in January 2012!!

Dark Fantasy

To Be Released in January 2012!
Follow the Blog by email to get updates of this exciting new series sent directly to you and don't miss out on the Virtual Book Tour of this book coming up in December!
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To Be Released in February 2012!

Follow the Blog by email and you'll get all the new updates coming soon--along with the excerpt of the coming first soon! Don't miss the virtual book tour coming up in January!
 
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YA PARANORMAL FANTASY


 
 
Follow the Blog by email and you'll get all the new updates coming soon--along with the excerpt of the upcoming first chapter! Don't miss the virtual book tour coming up in January!
 
 
To be release in May 2012
 
 
Come follow these blogs and be entered for each one that you follow! Leave a comment and be entered again!! 





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Octobers Blog Hop
 

Halloween Hop!!:


Okay folks! We're wrapping up our hop for Halloween, but it's not too late to enter. We'll be going strong right up until midnight of Halloween!!. So we're going to have some fun this month!! We will be giving away a paranormal book every day this month. Sign up for this blog to be entered and drop me an email at lenorewolfe@gmail.com so that I know to enter you in the contest! Also, follow me on Twitter and/or Facebook to be entered. Join all the blogs on this list and be entered for each one entered. This is an honor system:) All you have to do is send me an email and let me know how many blogs you have followed, and that is how many times I will enter you in the contest!! There is no end to the number of times you can enter!

Leave a comment to be entered again!!


All winners will be announced on October 31!!





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B ooks in our Giveaway!!

A Job From Hell (Ancient Legends)


Dark Lake: An Allie Armington Mystery


Dark Warrior: To Tame a Wild Hawk (Dark. Cloth Series)

Paradox - The Angels Are Here

Doorway of the Triquetra (Children of the Atlantis)

Evolution of Insanity


The Superiors (Volume 1)


Shadow Cat (The Striped Ones)

I Loved You First


Offer leading up to the release of the second book in the series, 

Paradox - Progeny Of
Innocence.

Due for release in November 2011.



Two Worlds.  One Ancient - One
New.



How does a little girl reliving the brutal deaths
of others fit into this Ancient World - 

Where lives are bound by
blood - and nothing is as it seems?


A journey that leaves you wanting...

In a World where there are more questions
than answers.



 


A journey that leaves you wanting...

In a World where there are more questions
than answers.http://sonsofthedarkmother.blogspot.com




WE'LL BE HAVING SEVERAL BLOG HOPS AND BE PART OF A VIRTUAL TOUR OF THESE EXCITING UPCOMING RELEASES--SO STAY TUNED BY EMAIL AND GET THE UPDATES SENT DIRECTLY TO YOUR INBOX!!:)



We love to hear your feedback:) Feel free to leave comments:)

Monday, October 24, 2011

Blowout Book Covers Tuesday!


If you loved Dances with Wolves and Jeremiah Johnson, you're going to love this book! Highly recommended for all western lovers. The author takes you through living with various Native American tribes, as a well respected mountain man who gains the deepest respect by many of these tribes, and makes a worthy enemy to others. I recommend this book to all who have a deep love for the mountains, and for the wild west.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Follow an Author Friday!

Texas Twilight (McCutcheon Family Series)

Product Description

TEXAS TWILIGHT - Book Two in the McCutcheon Family Series

Texas Badlands, 1886
Fresh out of medical school, John McCutcheon finds his stagecoach under attack by brutal outlaws. With the help of a feisty acquaintance, Lily Anthony, he manages to fend off the assault. Lily is attracted to the charming cowboy-doctor, with his chiseled good looks and teasing ways, then heartbroken to learn he's engaged to be married.

"I laughed. I cried. I didn't want Texas Twilight to end." --Theresa Ragan, author of Return of the Rose

Once settled in Rio Wells, Texas, John tries to ignore the fact that his cousin has taken a shine to Lily. When a bounty hunter shows up looking for a priceless jewel that Lily has found stashed away in her aunt's belongings, Lily fears her dreams of owning her own shop--and of finding true love--are about to go up in flames...or, could that just be the glow of a beautiful ... Texas Twilight?

About the Author

Caroline Fyffe grew up in the little town of El Dorado, CA, the youngest of five girls and whose main interest was the family's horses. An equine photographer for over twenty years now, she has worked throughout the United States and Germany. Long days in the arenas present plenty of opportunity to dream up all sorts of stories. Her love of horses and the Old West is the inspiration behind her books. Her debut book, WHERE THE WIND BLOWS, was the recipient of the prestigious Romance Writers of America's Golden Heart Award and also the Wisconsin RWA's Write Touch Readers' Award 2010. MONTANA DAWN was voted BEST WESTERN ROMANCE of 2010 by readers at Loves Western Romances! Married for many years, Caroline's most cherished achievements are her two grown sons.

Visit Caroline at carolinefyffe.com
See her photographs at carolinefyffephoto.com
Write to her at caroline@carolinefyffe.com. She loves hearing from readers!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Follow a Book Blog Hop Meme Thursday!


Hi fellow bloggers:)

I'm new on Fast Forward, and I'm excited to see how this goes:)

I'm reading Samantha Young's, Slumber. I've been  in a blog hop with her, and that is where I found out how great she's doing with her books. Her insight is wonderful. And her new book cover for Moon Drop is beautiful. I just started Slumber, but so far, I'm competely hooked. Her writing is everything everyone has made it out to be.

I've been writing on my series Sons of the Dark Mother, The fallen One. I've never had so much fun writing anything:) I look forward to releasing in January.

I'm also working on two new YA series: Realm of the Elemental Witch and Realm of the Jaguar Witch. They are both exciting, and though both Fae, are quite different.

Fire Spite, the first book of the Elemental Witch is told from the POV of the Fire Sprite who works with an Elemental Witch to help free her from her duty to marry an old man from a neighboring kingdom.

Triquetra Doorway, from the Realm of the Jaguar Witch is about a Jaguar Witch who has trouble facing her future in the world of the Fae. She goes on an adventure to find a dark lord who has captured the soul of her best friend in a gourd. She can no longer ignore her future or her place in it.

That's all this week:)



Now it's your turn, tell me your FFW:
I would love to hear what you are reading this week and also tell me, what are your plans for the week?

Your welcome to make your own Fast Forward post on your blog and then come back and post a link, that would be awesome.

As we get some blogs on the link, all I ask is that you follow this blog and at least 5 of the ones listed. That way we can get a good roll of blogs going:)

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Follow a Giveaway Wednesday!





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Octobers Blog Hop








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Okay folks! This is the favorite month of everything paranormal. So we're going to have some fun this month!! We will be giving away a paranormal book every day this month. Sign up for this blog to be entered and drop me an email at lenorewolfe@gmail.com so that I know to enter you in the contest! Also, follow me on Twitter and/or Facebook to be entered. Join all the blogs on this list and be entered for each one entered.  This is an honor system:) All you have to do is send me an email and let me know how many blogs you have followed, and that is how many times I will enter you in the contest!! There is no end to the number of times you can enter!


All winners will be announced on October 31!!

















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Halloween Hop!!:
























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B ooks in our Giveaway!!

A Job From Hell (Ancient Legends)


Dark Lake: An Allie Armington Mystery


Dark Warrior: To Tame a Wild Hawk (Dark. Cloth Series)

Paradox - The Angels Are Here

Doorway of the Triquetra (Children of the Atlantis)

Evolution of Insanity


The Superiors (Volume 1)


Shadow Cat (The Striped Ones)

I Loved You First

Control Freak: Brandon's Story

Offer leading up to the release of the second book in the series, 

Paradox - Progeny Of
Innocence.

Due for release in November 2011.



Two Worlds.  One Ancient - One
New.



How does a little girl reliving the brutal deaths
of others fit into this Ancient World - 

Where lives are bound by
blood - and nothing is as it seems?


A journey that leaves you wanting...

In a World where there are more questions
than answers.



 


A journey that leaves you wanting...

In a World where there are more questions
than answers.http://sonsofthedarkmother.blogspot.com