Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Master of Love Cover Reveal and Giveaway #BaBB

 
  
 









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Welcome to Mystic, Texas, where the past stays alive in more ways than one.

Tiffany Masters is desperate for a fresh start after the loss of her husband. Landing in Mystic, she soon learns the town has as many secrets as she does. The local book club, The Book B!tches, gives her the courage to be herself without worrying about adult things, like bills, parenting, and supper. However, her new boss may be more than she can handle.

Nick takes pride in his business. Being the only bar owner in town has its challenges, the biggest being his new employee. Tiffany’s a fireball—sexy as hell, with a temper to match—and off-limits. She’s got kids; he’s been there, done that, didn’t care to get the t-shirt.

When their heated attraction sparks a spat, the sheriff gives them an ultimatum: settle their shit or go to jail. He’s got a crime to solve—a woman’s dead, Wren’s still missing, and there’s another possible victim.

Mystic may have a serial killer on the loose.


**This is not a standalone novel. Power of Love, Book B!tches #1 is recommended to be read first.**





UNEDITED Excerpt

He wanted to force her to confess. It really hurt that she didn’t trust him enough to tell him the truth. Nick couldn’t help her if she was going to be dishonest. “You know, if you needed a loan, all you had to do was ask me. Is one of the kids sick or something?”

Freezing with the towel in her hand, her mouth opened in a perfect oh shape that took his mind on a spin down erotica highway, but he tamped it down. Now was not the time, she was not the woman.

“You think I stole it?” Her voice was rising into a shriek, and Nick readied himself for a fight.

“No one else here, sugar,” he drawled at her, watching the flush of anger crawl up her chest. Something inside him told Nick he was doing this wrong, was taking things too far, but he couldn’t stop. He saw an opening and he took it. Regardless of how she reacted.

“I didn’t take your money, Nick.” She crossed her arms, pushing up her braless breasts, but Nick was a good boy and didn’t look. Much. He knew he was pissing her off, and part of him said to stop it, to be a grown up and work it out. Unfortunately, he wasn’t listening to that part.

“That’s a hundred and fifty bucks I’m out now this week. I’m doing okay, but not that good.”

Tiffany stalked over to the bar and dropped her towel on the top of it. “This is stupid. If I didn’t need this job so bad, I would quit.” She spun around, the fire in her green eyes stirring Nick’s groin. “You can’t fire me without proof.”

He didn’t want to believe she stole from him. As poorly as they actually got along, he liked her. And she was a hell of a bartender.
“You’re the only one working all three times money’s come up missing.” He crossed his arms over his chest, knowing that the display of his biceps seemed to affect her. He was pulling out all the stops, needing an admission, some display of faith in him.

Sure enough, she looked panicked for a brief moment, before swallowing hard. The clicking noise in the back of her throat audible over the smooth tones of the sex music in the background.

“Search me.” The uplift of her chin spoke volumes. But not as much as the pissed off look in her eyes. Her cheeks were splotched with the red that was crawling up her chest earlier, and Nick would bet money that underneath that punky dye job, she was a redhead. Just like under all that metal in her face, she was soft as sin.

He slowly stalked over to her, where she leaned against the bar and crowded her space. He would search her. And he would enjoy it. He would find his money, make his point, and go on about his business.

But when Nick got close enough to Tiffany to smell her perfume, the light fruity vanilla scent she wore, he lost a little bit of his mind.

She shrank under his influence, and a growl of something primal released from Nick as he wrapped his fingers around her ponytail, pulling her head back to expose her slender neck. Her smell taunted him, and he lowered his nose to the spot behind her ear, where her hair met skin, and inhaled deeply.

Yup. Something fruity. But under the fruity smell was something he didn’t get many chances to smell. Tiffany. It was something exotic, scorching, and all woman, and it sent a ripple of need racing through his bloodstream.

Tugging on the ponytail holder, Nick let her hair down and sank both hands into the silky softness of it, massaging her scalp while he lost himself in her scent and all the implications. She wilted into his body, and his hands went to her waist for support. As they crept under her shirt she gripped his biceps, digging her nails into his skin with a prickly sting. Her breaths made her breasts heave, pressing them against his chest, hard points poking him relentlessly. He brushed against the underside of her breasts, and another growl ripped from him. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the fact that the men who came into this bar saw her without one made the possessive beast inside him take notice.



His hand gripped her breasts tightly, and the foreign intrusion in his palm sent his brain spiraling into a lust-filled dungeon of desire.

Her fucking nipples were pierced. He felt his stomach flop over at the revelation, even as his fingers toyed with the tiny bars. God. Damn. She mewled in his ear as his breath turned into ragged gasps. His fingers plucked at the jewelry, twisting it slightly, before realizing he was about to lose his ever-loving mind.


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Welcome to Mystic, Texas, where the past stays alive in more ways than one.

Vanessa Power, a budding Indie Romance author, believes the town is calling her name, being the new life and fresh start she’s craving. She’s met an amazing group of women who have a regular book club, reading only Indie Authors. Unfortunately, her new house is in worse shape than she thought and holds more mysteries than she’s prepared for. And then there’s the handyman.

Linc Patterson holds more mysteries than her house and the town combined, with a past he won’t reveal in a package which is built for nothing short of sin.

Linc is captivated by his new boss, the only person in town who will give him a job, but only because she doesn’t know he’s an ex-con. Can he keep his past locked away, while at the same time indulging in his fantasies with the pleasantly curvy and deliciously sexy Vanessa? Probably not.


They are both looking for a new start in life. Will they be able to find it together? Or will something sinister keep them apart?



The year is 1865 and The Civil War is officially over, but tensions are still high as everyone tries to get back to normal. Emily Evans and her mama, Rachel, are waiting for their men to come home. They’ve spent the last two years doing whatever it takes to hold on to their Texas farm, so when a passel of Union soldiers makes their way through on their way back to the North, the women find a possible solution to keeping their land out of the bank’s hands.

The last battle of the war, a fruitless skirmish at Palmito Ranch, was Isaack Ward’s last chance for a death of honor. When he survives the futile conflict the North lost, he and his men can only begin the long journey home. The last thing he expects is to fall ill and wake up to a loving gaze and halo of golden curls. 

Recuperating on a farm somewhere in east Texas, Isaack realizes he has nothing to go home to and only love and comfort where he is. Emily’s sunshiny demeanor and caring outlook provide visions of a future he hadn’t thought he deserved.

When Emily receives word her future husband isn’t coming home, she allows herself to acknowledge the emotions evoked by the quiet soldier with the dangerous eyes. Can she learn to love the enemy?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the past several years. Currently, she has four romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, and Simon. Her newest series, Book B!tches, is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas who get into all sorts of shenanigans. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.



Monday, February 6, 2017

Power of Love #Sale







                                                       









 Welcome to Mystic, Texas, where the past stays alive in more ways than one.

Vanessa Power, a budding Indie romance author, believes the town is calling her name, being the new life and fresh start she’s craving. She’s met an amazing group of women who have a regular book club, reading only Indie Authors. Unfortunately, her new house is in worse shape than she thought and holds more mysteries than she’s prepared for. And then there’s the handyman.

Linc Patterson holds more mysteries than her house and the town combined, with a past he won’t reveal in a package which is built for nothing short of sin.

Linc is captivated by his new boss, the only person in town who will give him a job, but only because she doesn’t know he’s an ex-con. Can he keep his past locked away, while at the same time indulging in his fantasies with the pleasantly curvy and deliciously sexy Vanessa? Probably not.

They are both looking for a new start in life. Will they be able to find it together? Or will something sinister keep them apart?



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ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the past several years. Currently, she has four romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, and Simon. Her newest series, Book B!tches, is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas who get into all sorts of shenanigans. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.













Friday, February 3, 2017

#BABB Cover Reveal for Coloring Under the Covers #AdultColoring

I'm ridiculously excited to be a part of this project, and canNOT wait to order my copies.  It's been a lot of fun working with these organizers, and who doesn't love to color?  Stay tuned for more information for ordering this amazing book, available for a limited time only, with proceeds going towards a great charity!


Cover Reveal 

Coming February 14th, 2017 to online retailers:
Coloring under the Covers Vol. 1




A coloring book filled with 40+ covers from the best & brightest authors on bookshelves now.

Stay tuned for more information as we approach release day! Proceeds from the sales of this coloring book will go to Shriners Hospitals for Children. We are so excited to be working with them for such an amazing cause!

Covers by:
Anne Conley
Diane Rinella
A.M. Cosgrove
Diantha Jones
LeTeisha Newton
K. S. Haigwood
Wren Michaels
Jennifer Theriot
C. Streetlights
Lori Saltis
Gina Whitney
Leia Madison
Ahren Sanders
Ashley Suzanne
S. E. Hall
Katelynn Pinson
Alexandrea Weis
Jas T. Ward
Dawna Raver
Kelly Cozzone
Leddy Harper
Amber Garza
DL Gallie
DM Earl
Tricia Daniels
Jax Newman
M. Clarke
Elaine May
Kristi Cramer
KJ Farnham
Hunter S. Jones
Tara Vasser
D. Kelly
Nina D'Angelo
Al Daltry
Nikki Sparxx
A. M. Gillham
Megan Keith
and more ...



Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Loving the Enemy #HistoricalRomance #Western is LIVE!


Anne Conley's first ever historical romance is here!
The year is 1865 and The Civil War is officially over, but tensions are still high as everyone tries to get back to normal. Emily Evans and her mama, Rachel, are waiting for their men to come home. They’ve spent the last two years doing whatever it takes to hold on to their Texas farm, so when a passel of Union soldiers makes their way through on their way back to the North, the women find a possible solution to keeping their land out of the bank’s hands.

The last battle of the war, a fruitless skirmish at Palmito Ranch, was Isaack Ward’s last chance for a death of honor. When he survives the futile conflict the North lost, he and his men can only begin the long journey home. The last thing he expects is to fall ill and wake up to a loving gaze and halo of golden curls. 

Recuperating on a farm somewhere in east Texas, Isaack realizes he has nothing to go home to and only love and comfort where he is. Emily’s sunshiny demeanor and caring outlook provide visions of a future he hadn’t thought he deserved.
When Emily receives word her future husband isn’t coming home, she allows herself to acknowledge the emotions evoked by the quiet soldier with the dangerous eyes evokes. Can she learn to love the enemy?

Don't let the title fool you.  It IS a companion novella to my Book B!tches series, but you DO NOT have to read the Book B!tches at all to enjoy this one (although it would be cool for me).
Excerpt:
Fireflies lit up the evening, as if they were just as glad the rain had stopped. The wilderness here had a specific beauty to it, and even though he’d been sleeping in a smelly barn for the last month or so, he preferred it to the luxury he’d been accustomed to in New York. Even more, he preferred sleeping under the stars and didn’t know how he’d ever go back home. It wasn’t his home anymore. Right now, on this farm, with the fireflies buzzing around, flashing their mating signal, Isaack was more at home than he’d felt in years.
A creak jerked his attention to the porch, and he saw Emily there, wrapped in her blue shawl, the one that looked so beautiful against her skin. Silently, she pulled the edges closer as she watched him.
He felt the heat rise to his cheeks, for getting caught staring at her, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away. She was the most magical creature he’d ever seen, and now they were out in the open, alone, at night.
Together.
Wordless, Isaack walked up the porch steps, careful to keep to the edges so they didn’t squeak, his eyes on hers. She tracked his progress as he stalked closer. It had been so long since a woman made him this edgy, this tense. He felt a buzz around Emily, a heat he didn’t know.
It was a burning energy that radiated out and pulsed within. A fiery, pulsing buzz. One he couldn’t extinguish.
He focused his gaze on Emily as he closed the gap between them. When they were toe-to-toe, he didn’t know what to do next. So he continued his stare. He couldn’t look away if he wanted to; the pull to her was too fierce.
“Are you okay? After this afternoon?” he whispered, lost in her seeking eyes. She nodded, mute. He reached out a finger to touch her hair, loose around her shoulders. His finger made the courageous journey, twining around the piece of corn silk. Isaack watched it, in awe. He had wanted to touch it for weeks now but hadn’t known how to get up the nerve.
It was the fireflies’ fault for putting romantic notions in his head.
Gathering courage from his finger, Isaack took a breath, the deepest he could manage, and lowered his face to hers.
Tentatively, he touched her lips with his, feeling their softness—infinite softness. She whispered a sigh at the contact, and Isaack’s finger tugged on the tendril of hair wrapped around it, grasping more. Emily’s delicate fingers traced up his shirt, tickling his chest, leaving a heated trail behind. He couldn’t stop. Having come this far, he couldn’t go backward, only forward.
His other hand rested on her hip, urging her into him as his mouth opened over hers. Every inch of her trembled under his touch as she pressed her body against his. He’d been wrong. She was certainly softer than she looked.
Her innocent kiss turned to more as she opened under his mouth, unfurling like a flower blooming in the dawn’s light. The fiery need inside him exploded, and he tugged her body closer, flush against his. Isaack felt her soft curves next to him, and he longed for more. He willed his hands to be still and not explore the curves and soft skin he knew he’d find under her garments, even though every fiber of his being craved it.
She tasted of sunshine and innocence, and he couldn’t get enough of her. But, tonight, it was not to be.
With a whimper, Emily pushed him back, and he allowed it, his hooded eyes watching her shrink back against the wall of the house. But she didn’t run. Her eyes looked at him, full of questions, but she didn’t speak, only brought the back of her hand to her mouth and stared with wide eyes. Her fingers trembled in the moonlight.
“I’m not sorry for that, but I probably shouldn’t have.” His voice was a gruff whisper as he took a step backward.
“No …” Emily looked like she would say more, but Isaack didn’t know what she meant by that one word, and he didn’t press her. He had no idea if she had a man off in the war or not. He’d heard she’d been married, but there were so many widows now.
Christ.

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Thursday, January 5, 2017

My mom, my writing, and I

My mom has been super supportive of my writing from infancy.  She was a writing teacher for YEARS, and did everything she could to develop my love for the written word.  She encouraged me to read whatever I wanted, whether it was age appropriate or not.  I'm not even sure 'age appropriate' was in the vernacular when I was growing up.  She bought me journals to express myself, told me my crappy poetry was awesome, and treasured my early writing attempts as if they were gold nuggets.

So when I told her I wanted to try writing novels, she was very enthusiastic.  When I finished my first one, of course I asked her to read it and give me feedback.  And she had lots of feedback.  From comma mistakes to the ever-ubiquitous 'too much sex'.  But she was proud that I'd written it.

And her pride has been there ever since.  As only a mother can have pride in her child, she's supported me in EVERY aspect of my writing journey, even the ones she doesn't understand, because let's face it.  This industry is insane.  Every aspect of it was an extreme learning experience for me, and I'm not an eighty-year-old handicapped retired teacher who's addicted to CSI and the cooking network.

But she's my mom.  And we're close.  Every year, I take her and my aunt on what I call the Cemetery Run, where we travel through the bowels of southwest Arkansas and visit her parents' graves.  Sometimes we visit their grandparents.  It's fun.  We visit cousins, we drink whiskey, and they talk.

And I listen to their stories.

My mom and my aunt tell stories about growing up in rural Arkansas and Texas, dirt poor, absentee father, partying mom, and tons of brothers and sisters.  They tell stories they heard growing up, about their parents and grandparents and all the shenanigans.

After listening to years of stories, and my mom desperately wanting me to write something different, I decided to try historical romance.  I can't explain the desire to write this specific genre, except I enjoy reading it, and it might make my mom happy, so why not?

Whether or not she enjoys it as much as I hope she will, there is still sex in it, because I guess I'm a big perv at heart and I like stories with sex.  But there's not MUCH, and I'm hoping my mama can just skip that page.  I'll even mark it for her, so she doesn't have to accidentally read about folds and members and such.

So, what I'm getting around to saying is this.  I like this story.  I didn't necessarily write it for readers, and I have several more that I intend to write, and I will like them.  I have no idea how to market and sell them, since most of my readers are contemporary, and don't get into western historical stuff, but that's okay.  These are my books.  I wrote them for me.

And my mama, even if there is still too much sex.

Because it is rare that a romance author has the support of her family in her journey, and I'm ridiculously happy about the pride my mom has shown in me.


If you want to give Loving the Enemy a shot, here's the preorder link.  It will go live in about five days.  http://amzn.to/2hWc9pT

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