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Sunday, August 2, 2015

Sabrina York's LAIRD OF HER HEART and a Giveaway


Laird of her Heart: Book One in the Dundragon Trilogy by Sabrina York

When Maggie Spencer is mysteriously transported to the Scotland of her ancestors, she is stunned to come face to face with him. Dominic Dundragon, the man she’s been half in love with her whole life. A man who’s been dead for 700 years. 
They both have enemies aplenty. Will she have a chance to win his love, or will this adventure end in disaster?

Read an excerpt
    Maggie yelped as, without warning, the burly warrior named Declan whipped her up into his arms and tossed her over his shoulder. To her horror, she lost the hold on her locket.
   “Wait,” she cried. She wriggled to get free, but his grip was too hard. When she pummeled his back with her fists as he strode from the circle of stones, he chuckled. The beast. But to be fair, he was so large, it would have felt like a kitten batting him. “Put me down.”
   “I willna,” he said. “The Mackintosh will decide how you die.”
   All right. That shut her up. For a minute. “Die? Why do I need to die?” What the hell had she done to him?
   The man following, an enormous blond with a scar tracking his cheek bent down to peer at her. “The Mackintosh’s doona tolerate spies.”
   “I’m not a spy.” Seriously. She wriggled more and Declan smacked her ass.
   Smacked her ass.
   She’d kill him when she got free. Just kill him.
   “Yer wearing the Cameron colors,” the blond said. “And the Mackintosh’s doona—”
   “Right. I know. The Mackintosh’s doona tolerate spies.” Her head was starting to spin from being upside down and jounced around with each step. Her temper was on a short leash. “But honestly, if I were a spy, would I wear the Cameron colors? It seems a little counterproductive in my opinion. I mean, if I’m spying and all. I might as wear a sign that says, oh, I dunno, honk if you love spies.”
   His brow rumpled but he didn’t respond. At least, not to her. “She speaks strangely,” he complained to Declan.
   Her captor snorted a laugh. “She dresses strangely too.”
   “Aye. She does at that. I’ve heard the Cameron lasses are a wild lot, but I had no idea—”
   “I’m. Not. A. Cameron.” She reached out and smacked the blond, but only because he came close enough. He reared back and gaped at her—as though he’d never been smacked before—and then he quickly moved out of range.
   It hardly mattered, because, apparently, they had reached their destination, a camp on the edge of the woods. The sounds of nickering horses and clanks of pots gave her her first clue—she was facing the other way, after all.
   Her second clue was that Declan dropped her on the ground. She landed with an oof. She glared at him. He didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. “Go get my brother, Ewan,” he barked, and the blond trotted off to one of the larger tents.
   When she stood and brushed off her jeans, Declan bristled and she shot him a sardonic glare. Did he think she was stupid enough to run away? For one thing, these enormous men had her surrounded. For another, she never ran. Not if she could help it.
Instead, she made a quick survey of her surroundings. The camp was little more than a huddle of tents with the forest on one side and a sweeping plain on the other. A small herd of horses were hobbled to one side and a deer roasted over a pit fire. An entire deer. Before she could silence the thought—she often had that problem—she said, “You killed Bambi.”
   Declan’s brow rumpled. “I dinna kill anyone.” And then he asked, “Who is Bambi?”
   “Never mind.” She crossed her arms and turned away pretending to ignore them. But she wasn’t. She was aware they were all staring at her like she was a curiosity in a zoo, but she was taking in tiny details as well. Like the fact that their clothes were all handmade and simple. Their hair appeared to have been cut with a chainsaw and their beards were scraggly and long. Their weapons were what made her mind really start to spin though.
   One held a crossbow that dated from the thirteenth century. Another had a Mackintosh dirk that resembled one she’d seen in a museum once. Declan had a simple calfskin sporran tied to his belt.
Odd. Could she have wandered into some renaissance faire? But no. It had been evening when she stepped into the woods and now it was daytime. Early afternoon. And the acres of woods around the house belonged to the family. It couldn’t be—
   “So.” She flinched as a deep, melodious voice wafted to her on a hint of humor. Shivers danced through her, along with a prickling sense of premonition. “You’ve captured a Cameron spy?”
   She turned slowly and froze as her gaze landed on him. On that so-familiar face. Broad, handsome, savage. Much more captivating than the sketch had been. Much more captivating by far.
   She must be hallucinating. She had to be.
   He was the hero of her dreams come to life.
   Dominic Dundragon, Laird of the Mackintosh clan.
   Large, looming and in the flesh.
   Her head went woozy. Her vision blurred. And then, for the first time in her life, she fainted.

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Friday, July 31, 2015

HERE’S YOUR SIGN…

Hi guys!  How you be this week?  I’m doing great at this end.  Been brainstorming like a crazy woman…literally.  LOL  And trying to write.  Secret—that part’s not going quite as well.  But I’ll get there.  Really, I will.  My WIP needs to be 85-90K and I have 72K…almost to the finish line.  Yeah!!!  The problem I’m having with this story is that Delta’s brother, Bubba Ray, is throwing me curve balls and doing stuff he’s not supposed to do.  Guess the apples never fall far from the tree.  LOL

Anyway, it’s my turn to blog again this week and—shocker—I’ve been at a loss all day as to what to write about, which always has the tendency to send me to the internet searching for a topic.  Today’s topic turns out to be S-T-U-P-I-D-I-T-Y.  So I looked up the definition:  behavior that shows a lack of good sense or judgment.  Really?  I’ve seen stupid and so have you…and that definition is missing something.  Stupidity is sooo much more than just a lack of good sense or judgment.  So, what say we do some research and see what we can find on what other people say about stupidity.  K?  All right…here are some quotes I found out there on the World-wide-web about stupidity. 

How big and pervasive is stupidity?

“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
Albert Einstein

Think about how stupid the average person is, and then realize that half of ‘em are stupider than that.

Sad but true—that’s how the math works, folks.  Sigh.  That last quote threw a cold bucket of water on my hopes.  Half of all the people stupider than the average is one hell of a lot of stupid!

“Some scientists claim that hydrogen, because it is so plentiful, is the basic building block of the universe. I dispute that. I say there is more stupidity than hydrogen, and that is the basic building block of the universe.”
Frank Zappa

“There is more stupidity than hydrogen in the universe, and it has a longer shelf life.”
Frank Zappa
Okay, who knew the late Frank Zappa was so informed?  My first thought was that perhaps all those mind-altering drugs in the sixties had actually given him some insight.  Then I did a little research into Frank Zappa and found him named as one of the Top 15 Non-Druggy Musicians on the Louder than War website.  http://louderthanwar.com/non-druggy-musicians/ What?  Really?  And…shocker…he had a soul patch in his high school yearbook picture.  Who knew?  I have a whole new appreciation for Frank Zappa…anti-drugs AND anti-stupidity? 
Now here are some more quotes I found on how rampant stupidity is…

“He was stupid. If I killed everyone who was stupid, I wouldn't have time to sleep.”
Tamora Pierce

“Stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.”
Laurell K. Hamilton, The Laughing Corpse


How do you argue with stupidity and what’s worse?

“Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.”
Mark Twain

Been there…done that.  It don’t work.




“I'll take crazy over stupid any day.”
Joss Whedon





“The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits.”
Albert Einstein

“I would prefer an intelligent hell to a stupid paradise.”
Blaise Pascal

“Beauty fades, dumb is forever.”
Judy Sheindlin, Beauty Fades, Dumb is Forever

“Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.”
George Carlin

“It's the fools that make all the trouble in the world, not the wicked.”
L.M. Montgomery, Jane of Lantern Hill

“Smart people have the brains, but stupid people have the balls”
Ana Sáez González

This one is particularly vexing.  Why is it that the stupid people have the balls and the big mouths?  But the guys with the brains are soft-spoken?  Is it over-compensating?  Yes, I think it is!


Stupid quotes that definitely have a personal ring of truth to yours truly.

I think stupid people were put on this planet to test my anger management skills.

My people skills are just fine.  It’s my tolerance for idiots that needs work.

My degree of sarcasm depends on your degree of stupidity.

I’ll try to be nicer if you try to be smarter.

“There's a thin line between genius and bottom-barrel stupidness. I hover delicately on a tightrope between the two, wondering where I'll land if I'll ever fall.”
Suzanne Crowley, The Very Ordered Existence of Merilee Marvelous

I’m shy at first, but I do the stupidest random shit when I get comfortable with someone.

Actually, these last two weren’t me…Stupid Girl did those.  (My story, and I’m gonna stay on that ride until I puke!)


Quotes that had to be included just because they are fabulous!

“In politics, stupidity is not a handicap.”
Napoléon Bonaparte

Truer words were never spoken.  Remember this in the upcoming election!

“Never ascribe to malice that which can adequately be explained by incompetence.”
Napoléon Bonaparte

Yeah, we’ve all met this person.  And why is she always the one in charge of all the other stupid people?  Peter Principle at work!

“A stupid man's report of what a clever man says can never be accurate, because he unconsciously translates what he hears into something he can understand.”
Bertrand Russell, A History of Western Philosophy

“I swear, talking to you is like talking to a really good-looking and mildly stupid brick wall.”
Derek Landy, Death Bringer

I dated that guy once…only once.  LOL

“If your brains were dynamite there wouldn't be enough to blow your hat off.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake

 “If stupidity got us in this mess, how come it can't get us out?”
Will Rogers

Good question!  Ever notice that Will Rogers had a lot of good questions?  Sadly, I couldn’t find where he ever answered this question for us.  Very unfortunate.

“If there were a master of stupidity in this world,
I would really love to listen to his success story.”
Toba Beta, Betelgeuse Incident: Insiden Bait Al-Jauza

Hmmm…read that one again.  It’s subtle…sneaks up on ya.




“When you're surrounded by stupidity, self-preservation isn't a sin.”
Meljean Brook, Riveted


This one should be justification for shortening the waiting period to buy a gun.  Just sayin…



“There are only 2 paths to happiness in life. Utter Stupidity or Exceptional Wealth.”
Ziad K. Abdelnour, Economic Warfare: Secrets of Wealth Creation in the Age of Welfare Politics

“Life is hard:  it’s even harder if you’re stupid.”
John Wayne

I’m not saying you’re stupid.  I’m just saying you’ve got bad luck when it comes to thinking.


How do we get rid of stupid?


“I’m not saying let’s go kill all the stupid people…I’m just saying let’s remove all the warning labels and let the problem sort itself out.”
found on Yourecards

Problem solved.  All those warning labels that say don’t eat the razor blades or operate your electric blow dryer underwater…eliminate the label, eliminate the problem!



Stupidity should be painful.

Freedom of speech does not protect you from the consequences of saying stupid shit.

Here we go.  We train our children with pain and consequences…let’s do that!  Oh wait—those stupid adults came from children.  Hmmm…I’m thinking someone didn’t do their job when it came to inflicting pain and handing out consequences.  (No ugly letters please…you know I’m being a smart-ass.)  Just sayin…

Against stupidity, God himself is helpless.          (say it ain’t so!!!)

I don’t want to think about this last one.  Because when all else fails, I want a higher power to turn to in hopes of eliminating the problem.  Oh wait…that higher power is the one that created all those stupid people.  ARGH!  There is no hope…he loves them.


The bottom line on stupidity…

Don’t try to explain yourself to stupid people.  You’re not the jackass whisperer.

And then there is my all-time favorite, which fills my heart with sadness, hopelessness, and desperation…

 “You can’t fix stupid.”
Ron White, comedian

…but it’s still funny shit.  Here’s your sign!

So, what we’ve learned here today is that stupidity is everywhere, it has no shelf life, it comes with balls, it should be painful and have consequences, killing them isn’t an option, you can’t argue with them, sometimes other maladies such as crazy are preferable, it tests our anger management skills, it brings out sarcasm, it isn’t a sin to protect yourself from it, and…leave them alone…you are NOT the jackass whisperer!

How about you?  Got a favorite quote about stupidity?  Got a good “stupid” story?  I’d love to hear it.

Thanks for tuning in.  Stay safe, stay happy, stay away from rampant stupidity…it can be contagious.  Just ask Stupid Girl!!!

That’s my story, stupid and sad, and I’m stickin’ to it.  Hang on tight now, ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!

Love ya,
Kayce



Wednesday, July 29, 2015

My Love/Hate Relationship with the Bathroom Scale


     I recently purchased a new bathroom scale. It’s a Weight Watchers one with all the bells and whistles. Not only does it tell you your weight, but it does everything except make your morning coffee (BMI, hydration level and fat percentage…all of which do NOT make me happy).
      Why, you might ask, would I buy a new scale? Truthfully? It is a form of torture I’ve grown accustomed to. I’ve had a love/hate relationship with my scale for a long time and well, I am a glutton for punishment. I am a writer, therefore, I’m just a little bit odd (okay, I’m a lot odd).
     But in answer to your query, there were two reasons why I bought a new scale. I could no longer see the numbers on my old scale. My eyesight isn’t what it used to be and I didn’t want to put on my glasses because I didn’t want the extra weight (I know that’s silly), but the main reason? My old scale had a voice. Yes, it did (at least in my head). Whose voice did I hear, you ask? Well, as crazy as this may sound….Jack Nicholson. Yes, Jack, in all his sarcastic glory. And he hurt my feelings every time I stepped on the darned thing! Oh, the things he said!
      So I bought this fancy new scale in the hopes that I would never hear Jack scream and cry and beg me to get off when I stepped on him…I mean ‘it’, and it did work. I no longer hear Jack…..but the voice I hear now is much worse.
      Who do I hear?
      Roseanne Rosannadanna (aka Gilda Radnor)! Yes, you heard me. No, she doesn’t scream and cry and demand that I step off, but the sarcasm is still there (in that thick New York accent). And the laughter. *Sigh*
      I’m thinking of just tossing the darn scale and never stepping on it again. What do you think?

As always, happy reading (and staying off the scale)
Marie

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Sabrina York's COME HELL OR HIGH WATER in 12 Alarm Cowboys box set




Following up on the stunning success of Cowboy 12 Pack, your favorite Cowboy authors have returned with another 12 scorching stories featuring cowboys…who are also firefighters!

Check out the hotness in this collection featuring NTY and USA Today Bestselling authors coming August 4th!

Cora Seton, Becky McGraw, Sable Hunter, Elle James, Cynthia D'Alba, Delilah Devlin, Donna Michaels, Randi Alexander, Beth Williamson, Paige Tyler, Sabrina York, Lexi Post

12 ALARM COWBOYS

AFTER THE FIRE by Cora Seton
When a series of fires keeps bringing him to her door, a firefighter must uncover his ex-girlfriend’s secret or risk losing her forever.

WHERE THERE'S SMOKE (A Cowboy Way Novella) by Becky McGraw
Cowboy Austin McBride follows a herd to a new town, but firefighting is his passion, so he applies at a local station. Standing between him and the job is a blonde bombshell who thinks she's a shoe-in.

SADDLES AND SOOT by Cynthia D’Alba
Rancher and volunteer firefighter extinguishes a grass fire accidentally started by the town’s sexy temporary veterinarian but there’s something about her that ignites a fire inside of him.

CONTROLLED BURN (Cowboys on the Edge, Book One) by Delilah Devlin
Rancher and volunteer firefighter assigns himself to watch a reformed firebug during a controlled burn but she lights the fire inside him instead of the dead grass around them.

HIS FIREFLY COWGIRL by Beth Williamson
When an arson investigator returns to her hometown she clashes with the firefighter cowboy who broke her heart. Embers turn to sparks between a cowboy and his firefly cowgirl.

HER VOLUNTEER COWBOY (Book 6: Harland County) by Donna Michaels
Sparks reignite when one-nighters reunite. Can the firefighter/Guardsman convince the reforming bad girl she’s worth fighting for, or will she leave before he finds the courage to volunteer his heart?

COWBOY'S MATCH (Poker Flat Series #2) by Lexi Post
When a cowboy firefighter works a fire at a nudist resort, he’s sure his ex-girlfriend, the bookkeeper, is to blame. But as he investigates her, his gut tells him he’s going to get burned.

HELLFIRE, TEXAS by Elle James
A Cowboy-Volunteer Firefighter helps a runaway city girl put out a car fire only to find himself embroiled in a hot little mess of the mob persuasion.

REKINDLED (Dallas Fire & Rescue, Book One) by Paige Tyler
A hunky firefighter rescues his best friend’s sexy sister from a hotel fire set by her psychotic ex-boyfriend who’d rather see her dead than with another man.

TEXAS WILDFIRE by Sable Hunter
Honored VFD hero is no angel. In love with his Captain’s wife, all hell breaks loose when Titan learns Makenna is abused. The firestorm their love ignites is so intense no one will emerge unscathed.

HOT IN THE SADDLE – Randi Alexander
When a rancher/volunteer firefighter is injured saving the life of a female stockcar racer, she stays to pay her debt of gratitude. Will he regret risking his life when he learns why she came to Texas?

COME HELL OR HIGH WATER—Sabrina York
When offered a second chance to seduce his high school crush, Cade Silver cannot resist. The conflagaration of passion stuns them both, but Lisa Binder has been burned before and resists falling for the sexy cowboy/fireman. Cade, however, is a determined man. He will win her heart, come hell or high water.

Come Hell or High Water by Sabrina York
Back in her hometown on the heels of a nasty divorce, Lisa Binder is looking for a quiet place to curl up and lick her wounds. The last thing she wants is a man—she’s been hurt too many times by the faithless breed. But then Cade Silver steps through the flames, into her life and into her bed, and she begins to question her resolve to spend the rest of her life as a single cat lady.  The tall, handsome cowboy/fireman—an Eagle Scout and military vet—seems to be the kind of man she’s always craved, and he seems to be fascinated with her as well. But can she trust him not to break her heart?

Cade has been a little in love with Lisa since high school, but when she started dating his much more charming and handsome brother, he was devastated. He left town and joined the Marines to avoid the torment of seeing the two of them together. Now, years later, he’s traveled the globe, survived multiple disasters and experienced loss. He is a man who knows what he wants and is willing to fight for it. And he wants Lisa. Now that life has given him a second chance to win her heart, he’s determined to prove to her he can be the hero she desires…come hell or high water.

Excerpt from Come Hell or High Water

    He found her later when she was in the kitchen making cupcakes for Claire. A part of her had expected him to come. Another part had hoped he would. Still, she jumped a little as his deep voice wafted through the kitchen. “Were you checking out my butt?”
    Her heart thrummed and she whirled around, holding her stirring spoon before her like a weapon. As though that could protect her from his raw allure. “W-what?”
    He prowled into the room and leaned on the countertop of the island, his biceps bunching. He had his shirt on, but only in as much as it was draped over his shoulder. The sight of the broad slabs of his chest, that sprinkling of golden hair trailing down to his belt buckle, captured her attention. She tried not to gape. Really she did. He was gorgeous. Simply gorgeous.
    The kitchen was a large and airy room. Still, he seemed to fill it up, heat it up.
    “Were you checking out my butt?” he repeated. “Out there, in the yard?” Oh, she loved the playful lilt of his smile. That and the hint of vulnerability in his eyes, as though he didn’t know. As though he weren’t sure.
    “No.”
    His smile dropped and her belly with it.
    She hurried to add, “I was checking out your chest. I didn’t get to your butt yet.” She twirled a finger. “Turn around.”
    He did, and he even waggled it for her, but he held her gaze. His glimmered.
    It sent heat licking through her, heat that was probably too intense, at least for a guy she’d just met. Well, kind of just met. Really just met. She didn’t know much about him except he was damn hot, and a firefighter, and ex-military. And Cody’s brother. If he was like Cody, it probably wasn’t a good idea to encourage a flirtation with him—no matter how sexy she found him. In fact, it probably wasn’t a good idea to encourage anything with him—until she knew him a little better.
    Still, she gusted a melodramatic sigh. “I knew it was a good idea to come and stay at the infamous Stud Ranch.”
    He barked a laugh and then made a face. “None of that was my idea, by the way.”
    “Hmm.” She gave the frosting a stir. “Let me guess…”
    “Yup. Cody. But I gotta admit, it did save the ranch.” He leaned over and peered at her work. “What are you making?”
    “Butterscotch cupcakes.”
    His eyes lit up. “Seriously?”
    She waggled the spoon at him. “For Claire.”
    He watched her with puppy dog eyes as she spooned frosting into the bag and piped it on in a practiced swirl. “She’ll never know if you give one to me.”
    “I’m pretty sure she will.”
    His lip pooched out. God, it was a beautiful lip. She tried not to stare. “What kind of frosting is it?” he asked in a woebegone voice.
    “Maple bacon.”
    “That sounds…dangerous.”
    She grinned and scooped some from the bowl with a finger. Without thinking she held it out. “Wanna taste?”
    His eyes flared. Muscles bunched. He took her wrist in a warm cuff and leaned forward and, easing her finger into his mouth…he sucked.
    Too late, she realized her mistake.
    She should never have allowed this man to put his mouth on her. For as he drew her into that warm, velvet cavern, lapping and nibbling on her tender skin—long after the frosting was gone—she realized she was an idiot for thinking she could just be friends with him. She was an idiot for imagining for a moment that she could resist his allure.
    He was far too desirable.
    Their gazes locked. A tumult, a conflagration passed between them. Without loosening his hold on her, he came around the counter and pulled her into his arms. And then, he kissed her.

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