NO TRICKS JUST TREATS HALLOWEEN GIVEAWAY~ PART TWO

WELCOME BACK!!! Yesterday was Part One of the No Tricks Just Treats Giveaway here on Diverse Reader. You can see that post by clicking HERE. Today is more amazing treats by more fabulous authors!!!! You'll see their wonderful stories, fun, and prizes! Same giveaway is posted at the bottom so be sure you get in on the fun. Over 40 prizes are up for grabs!!!

Who You Gonna Call?

By Alexa Land

I absolutely love Halloween, and getting dressed up is part of what makes it a damn good time! For the last few years, my son and I have coordinated our costumes for our town’s Halloween parade. I rarely buy ready-made costumes, but I don’t sew either, so assembling our outfits always turns into a fun project for us. The year we went as the Ghostbusters stands out as one of my favorites. Yeah, it’s been done before, but we nailed the details. The perfect canvas coveralls were paired with home-made proton packs and other gadgets, and we carried a little Stay Puft Marshmallow Man and played the Ghostbusters theme song wherever we went. It’s so rewarding to watch someone’s face light up when they see your costume, and we got the best reactions from people! We also wore those costumes to a trick-or-treat party at Disneyland (one of my favorite places) and stayed in character as we ghost-busted the Haunted Mansion. Not only did my son and I have a blast, we made memories to last a lifetime!

About Alexa

Alexa Land is an independent author of gay love stories. She was born in Southern California and has been on a gradual northern migration ever since, having called Santa Cruz, San Francisco, and now Oregon home. Her character-driven books include the best-selling Firsts and Forever Series, set in present-day San Francisco, which is currently at twelve volumes and counting. The most recent book in the series, Who I Used to Be, was released in August, and the next installment, Worlds Away, will be out by the end of the year.

Author Links:

You can find Alexa:

On facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008216261875

On twitter: @AlexaLandWrites

And on her blog: http://alexalandwrites.blogspot.com/

Giveaway: ebook or audiobook of choice from my catalog.

My favourite current Halloween memory is from when we held a Halloween party at home and my son#2 and his girlfriend cut out pumpkins. The best one was the pumpkin who'd obviously drunk too much!

BIO / LINKS
Clare London took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with her other day job as an accountant.
She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with award-winning novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters.
Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter three stage and plenty of other projects in mind... she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home.
Clare loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her here:
Website: http://www.clarelondon.com
E-mail: clarelondon11@yahoo.co.uk
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GIVEAWAY
Any title from my “If You Like Halloween…” page!
All ebook formats available.
https://clarelondon.com/halloween/

What’s your favorite thing about Halloween?

My favorite thing about Halloween is just the atmosphere of having fun. No one is freaked out about serving perfect food or buying the perfect gift. It’s all about having a good time and eating candy. 

Author Bio and links:

I am a wife and mother to three kids, three dogs, and a cat. When I’m not dreaming up stories, I like to lose myself in a good book, cook or bake. I'm a girly tomboy who paints her fingernails while watching sports and yelling at the referees. I will always choose the book over the movie. I believe in happily-ever-after. Love inspires everything that I do.  Music keeps me sane.

I’d love to hear from you.

You can reach me at:

             Twitter - https://twitter.com/AimeeNWalker

            Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/aimeenicole.walker

            Blog – AimeeNicoleWalker.blogspot.com

 Giveaway: I'd like to give (3) $10 Amazon gift cards. 

Tell us the best costume you ever wore for Halloween?

Halloween is a big deal at the Roberts’ house, and for years we hosted a costume party, usually with a theme. Our first was superheroes, and one year I dressed up as a housewife, complete with my husband’s grandmother’s dress from the 1940s. After our little one came into the world, our parties petered out, but our love of dressing up never did.

Several years ago my daughter was obsessed with Scooby Doo, so naturally we decided to dress up as Mystery Incorporated. My kiddo was Daphne, wearing an amazing red wig and a purple velvet dress along with knee high boots and a sassy belt. She carried a stuffed Scooby on our Trick-or-Treating adventures. My husband was Shaggy, wearing most amazing olive thermal shirt that I found at Goodwill. And I dressed as Velma. I had shorter hair at the time and dyed it brown. When husband walked in the house, he didn’t recognize me behind the huge glasses. He actually thought a stranger was in our house. Fred was missing, but we didn’t really miss his pretty face.

That was a great year for all of us, and it was fun to dress as the gang.

Bio and Links

Posy Roberts writes about the realistic struggles of men looking for love. Whether her characters are family men, drag queens, or lonely men searching for connections, they all find a home in her stories.

Posy is a Jill of all trades and master of the drill and paintbrush. She’s married to a partner who makes sure she doesn’t forget to eat or sleep during her writing frenzies. Her daughter, a budding author and cinematographer, helps her come up with character names. For fun, Posy enjoys crafting, hiking, and singing spontaneously about the mundane, just to make regular life more interesting.

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Giveaway: Copy of Farm Fresh  https://posyroberts.com/2016/01/16/farm-fresh-naked-organics-1/

What's your favorite thing about Halloween?

Because I’m a chicken, haunted houses have always been out of the question for me. (Seriously, have you seen them? There are some that make you sign waivers!) I went to one in college and spent the whole time with my face pressed up against someone’s shirt. That person happened to be one of my professors. Talk about awkward.

So my idea of a perfect Halloween is sprawling out on the couch watching the Halloween episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It’s something I’ve done several times over the years (except, you know, the fateful year in which I decided to try to be one of the cool kids).

My favorite episode is one called Fear, Itself, wherein Buffy and the Scoobies get trapped inside a frat house where they’re tormented by a terrifying fear demon. Am I allowed to give spoilers 17 years after that episode came out? (I should not have done that math.) After they spend the entire evening at the mercy of the great and terrible Gachnar, they finally face off against the terrible villain…!

“I am the Dark Lord of nightmares, the bringer of terror. Tremble before me! Fear me!” Gachnar cries. But the Buffy and the Scooby Gang prevail as the Chosen One slays the mighty Gachnar -- by stepping on the miniature demon. And all is right in Sunnydale once more.

All the experience of a haunted house without worrying about chain saws and whatever else the cool kids are facing every Halloween these days. Just a vertically-challenged baddie, because nothing is what it seems. ;-)

Author Bio

R. Phoenix has an unhealthy fascination with contrasts: light and dark, heroes and villains, order and chaos. She believes that love can corrupt and power can redeem. Her muse is a sadomasochistic slave driver who thinks it's terribly amusing to give her the best ideas when she just got comfortable and warm in bed, and she passes on that torture to her readers.

If she had it her way, she would describe the books in her "Ripples in the Status Quo" world as: "Supernatural creatures take over the world and turn humans into pets and food. There's some sex between guys. And... um... effed up things happen." It's probably a good thing she has people around her to remind her that she actually wants people to read her books. (They should really be more diligent, especially when they know she's writing her author bio.)

She tries entirely too hard to be funny, and she mercilessly inflicts her terrible sense of humor upon anyone who speaks to her. Really, it's not you. It's her. All the same, she'd love it if you'd say hello. 

Links

Website: http://rphoenixbooks.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RaissaPhoenix

Facebook Profile: https://www.facebook.com/r.phoenix

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/raissaphoenix

Giveaway: E-book Copy of Collision [Ripples in the Status Quo 1-3]

What’s your favorite Halloween or scary story and why?

When I was a kid, whenever our electricity would go out, my dad would light a single candle and we'd all sit around the table listening to him tell scary stories. Most of them came from his own childhood. My favorite story was the one about the night he and his brothers found a headless man. They were walking home after dark when they decided to cut through a forest. It was fall and there were leaves covering the ground. My dad tripped over something that was buried in the leaves. When he got a closer look, he realized it was a dead body. A dead body that had no head. He and his brothers screamed at the top of their lungs and frantically ran back to the local corner store. They told the store owner what they found. He didn't believe them, but he went with them to see the dead body anyway. When they got there, he didn't seem surprised by the headless, lifeless body covered in leaves. Instead he kicked the body’s shoe. At first nothing happened. So he kicked him again. That time the headless man’s arms and legs began moving. My dad and his brothers started screaming again. Until… the dead man's head popped out of the top of his coat. He was a homeless man who’d been sleeping half buried in the leaves with his head tucked inside his coat to keep warm. A sad ending to the story, but the way my dad told the tale--with the power out and a lone candle on--it was spooky as all get out for a little six-year-old with a huge imagination.

Author Bio: 

Award-winning author Sloan Parker writes passionate, dramatic stories about two men (or more) falling in love. She enjoys writing in the fictional world because in fiction you can be anything, do anything—even fall in love for the first time over and over again. Sloan lives in Ohio with her partner and their neurotic cats. Her greatest moments in life are spent with her family, her friends, and her characters. To contact Sloan, find out about her books that are available for purchase, and read free stories, visit: www.sloanparker.com.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSloanParker

Twitter: https://twitter.com/sloanparker

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sloanparkerfic

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SloanParker

Giveaway: Winner's choice of two e-books from Sloan's backlist.

What’s your favorite thing about Halloween?

Not gonna lie, it's candy. Sweets and chips were a big treat in my house as a kid, so being able to load up on Halloween was super fun. As an adult...well, it's probably still candy. Those mini chocolate bars are so hard to resist!

Bio:

After writing for years yet never really finding the right inspiration, Keira discovered her voice in gay romance, which has become a passion. She writes contemporary, historical, paranormal, and fantasy fiction, and—although she loves delicious angst along the way—Keira firmly believes in happy endings. For as Oscar Wilde once said, “The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.”

Website: http://www.keiraandrews.com

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1366040.Keira_Andrews

Amazon Author Page: http://author.to/KeiraAndrews

 Giveaway: I'll give away one electronic copy of Kick at the Darkness.

I just want to say - I don't watch scary stories...at all. I'm a big wuss so I would have to say the best scariest film/story I ever watched was The Sixth Sense. One of my faves and the bit where the ghost turns away and has half the back of her head missing still makes me dive into a cushion. "I see dead people." Creepiest film line ever lol.

Victoria Sue

Wrote her first book on a dare from her hubby two years ago and he says he has regretted it every day since. Loves writing about gorgeous boys loving each other the best, and especially with either a paranormal or a historical twist. Had a try at writing contemporary but failed spectacularly when it grew four legs and a tail. Loves her wolves!

Is an English northern lass but is currently serving twenty to life in Florida – unfortunately, she spends more time chained at her computer than on a beach.

Loves to hear from her readers and can be found most days lurking on facebook.

www.victoriasue.com

@vickysuewrites

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Giveaway: Anything from my backlist - either a signed paperback (UK or US) or an e-copy of my new release on 10/18. Full Circle (Sirius Wolves #7)

My Best Halloween Memory

When I was in high school I went graveyard exploring with a friend late at night. It was a few days before Halloween, and we weren't the most cautious of teens. 

The offshoot of the Appalachians I grew up in is called the Hidden Hills, and has some places still unknown to written history.

 This graveyard is old, buried in the mountains of Berkshire CO, MA, and contains graves from some of the earliest settlers in the country. It's hidden, and only locals really know it's there. It holds the bodies of those settlers who died on their way to the Hudson Valley in New York. Berkshire County is home to thousands of unmarked or abandoned graves, hidden in the mountains, lost to time and descendants.

 So my friend (who shall go by K henceforth) and I arrived at the graveyard around 1am. The trek to get there can be difficult, the hillsides slick with leaves and loose stones. Fingers grew numb from the wet autumn chill and scrapes covered our legs and elbows from tripping and falling. Brambles and briars guarded the once cleared graveyard, and getting through the thorns felt like an adventure in itself. We were mountain kids, so this was all fun to us, giggling and laughing at each other as we went. Our flashlights were essential, lest we trip over a marker or walk face first into a tree, the night somehow becoming even darker and ominous as we entered the graveyard.

There are around 20 graves, spread out amongst trees so tall they block the sky and the markers are covered by thick layers of leaves. Even in summer the place feels and smells cold, wet and musty. There's little undergrowth, and if the shadows fall right, you'll always think there's a silhouette slipping away behind a tree or fading away into nothing. The trees are so old you need three people to stretch fingertip to fingertip to wrap around their trunks. The ground is damp and the soil black and you worry with each step that you'll fall into an unmarked grave full of dusty bones and rats.

K turns to me, and says, “Have you been here at night before? Is it always so dark?”

I shrug, as nonchalantly as I can to hide the fact I’m nervous, and reply, “Makes sense—there’s tons of old growth trees here. I can’t even see the stars.”

We go about exploring, poking fun at each other when shadows make us jump and an owl hooting in the far distance makes us both squeal. K has a clunky and awkward digital camera, and I have my cell (considering the year this happened, the fact I had a cell AND it had a camera was a huge deal) and we went about taking pictures and giggling over the images. We were looking for ‘orbs’ a type of energy manifestation that can only be seen on film or video after the picture has been taken. It is supposed to be indicative of ghosts or other spectral energy.

Picture after picture comes up with either nothing, or brilliant white and silvery blue orbs of light caught between grave markers or spinning through the branches of the trees above us. It was easy to catch after a while—just point, click, check the picture. Some of the orbs were so big we made sure the camera didn’t have water on the lenses. Catching orbs on camera is great, but we quickly gave up hope of seeing a ghost.

I don’t know how long we were there before K stops walking, going quiet. I swung my light around, and see nothing but trees, shadows and graves. K is shaking now, and I hurry back to her side, and she turns the screen of the camera to me so I can see.

At first I see nothing, just a grave with a barely recognizable stone, with a large scraggly maple behind it. I stare, confused, until she puts a shaking finger to the tree in the picture. The same tree I just sent my flashlight over a few second before.

What I thought to be branches of the tree at first glance was actually the arm and shoulder of a person.

Covered in black shadows, skin on its neck, side of its face, and its bare arm are pale, gray, and riddled with black lines. A single eye, not obscured by the tree trunk, catches the light of the flash and shines back, like an animal in the dark.

I remember my whole body seizing in fear. Absolute terror. My eyes refuse to blink, and tears run down my cheeks. I can’t look away from the camera—for surely if I moved my gaze away, it would fall on the real thing, and I would have no choice but to scream.

K looks first. Her light is shaking, her whole body twitching with adrenaline and terror. Her flashlight sweeps over the trees, the graves. I watch her, so I don’t have to really look.

I erred in my thinking, reason flawed by fear. I saw a shadow move behind her, just over her shoulder. Tall, thin, slinking from behind a massive tree and vanishing feet from us. An indistinct and unknown menace is so close surely a person or animal would have a tangible presence.

All I remember is grabbing the puffy shoulder of K’s coat, and dragging her with me as I back away. I’m so scared I’m nearly blinded by tears. She isn’t fighting me, passive with terror. I keep my light low to the ground, refusing to lift it because if I saw the shadow thing for real I might die, heart exploding in my chest.

I know how it feels to be so terrified your body is no longer your own. To have it lock down, muscles thrumming, ears pounding with the sound of your own heartbeat, nerves on fire from adrenaline.

I don’t remember much aside from the pain of ripping K and myself through the bramble patch again, and turning an ankle in the loose debris of the old logging road where we parked my car.

We got back to her place. Somehow. Sweaty, dirty, hair askew, clothes ripped and torn. Cuts were bleeding, hearts tripping. It was 3am, and her parents were not happy with us. They listened to us babble about ghosts and things in the woods, and instantly dismissed us as kids with overactive imaginations. We took hot showers, crawled into bed, and neither of us said a single word to each other as we huddled in the silence until dawn.

We went to school like nothing happened. Avoided each other in the halls, in class, afraid to look each other in the eye—surely if we did, we’d see that …thing reflected back at us. Eventually we talked again, acting as if nothing happened.

It’s now been almost twenty years since that night, give or take. I’m grown, seen more scary things, confronted situations and survived lean years and known love, anger, hate.

But I will never forget the first night I felt terror.

K still has the camera. She charges it up once in a while, and the picture is still there. With the eyes of a grown woman, I can sort of see the twist in a tree branch, the lines of water across a lens. But I know in the deepest parts of me that we weren’t alone that night, in a graveyard lost to history in the wild and hidden hills.

Author bio:

SJ Himes is the semi-accomplished author of the series, “How Not to Succeed.” Her accolades range from “My eyes, my eyes!!”, to “Why did you do that?”, and the often cited, “Dear GAWD STAHP.”

She’s recently retired from her decade long career of teaching government employees how to milk hamsters instead of doing their actual jobs, and has frequently been seen at the scene of many a Red Tape Disaster. Not helping in any way, of course. That’s not what one does for Uncle Sam.
SJ delights in taking short walks to the fridge, where she opens it, stares forlornly and without purpose, and then shuts the door with a sigh. She is often the type to wander into a room, forget why she was going in there to begin with, and then leave, only to remember once she’s gone. Her other pastimes include snarky comments and bewildering non sequitors, and her puns inspire animals into early migrations. Having more books than friends, she likes it that way, as friends require paying attention and that dreaded skill called listening.

Her latest release, “My Betta Friend: The Life of Falcor”, is a semi-autobiographical novel set in Medieval Times—the event restaurant, not the era—and focuses on the woes of owning a fish instead of a cat. Downside: no snuggling. Good side: no litter box. 

Author website: www.sjhimes.com

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/SJ-Himes/e/B00W0TC1QU/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Giveaway: Giveaway is 1 copy of The Necromancer's Dance and The Necromancer's Dilemma, Books 1 & 2 of The Beacon Hill Sorcerer, to be awarded as a pair.

While growing up, Halloween, like most holidays, was something other folks did. Living your adolescent years in a religious cult environment - which frowned upon nearly every known holiday - was a trip, to say the least. As a kid, all I wanted to do was don a cool costume and rake in the candy. Perhaps that’s where my love of sweets was born? I mean, those of you who know me also know I embrace the hell out of denial! Put a tasty treat in front of me (or an orgasm) and then tell me I can’t have it, and I’ll love you for life. *winks*

As an adult, candy has a permanent place in my home. Be it Kraft Caramel Squares, dark chocolate Snickers, peanut butter cups, Red Vines...if it’s sweet, I’m all over it. Oh, and mix in a bit of salty with the sweet (movie popcorn with M&Ms, or dark chocolate covered potato chips (thank you, Katie)) and even the best sex might come in second place. Well, okay, maybe sex will always be in first place, but candy is a very close runner up! *grins*

Whatever sweets end up landing in your goodie bag this year, I hope you enjoy them with youthful enthusiasm!

Bio:

Joseph is a born and raised Southern Californian—with a twenty-year stint of living in the Midwest. He loves the laid-back lifestyle of San Diego and considers himself lucky to live where people dream of vacationing.

A lifelong reader of m/m fiction, he began his writing career one night sitting at his MacBook and has never looked back. He writes to bring the characters he dreams about to life.

Links:

- Personal Website
http://www.josephlancetonlet.com/

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-Goodreads
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-Amazon

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Giveaway: Five < 5 > ebooks from my catalogue. 

What’s your best Halloween memory?

My birthday is October 13^th, so for years and years I always had Halloween themed parties. One year, we were living in California on El Toro Marine Corp Base at the time, my parents had very bravely and kindly agreed to a costume party. All the kids from the neighborhood were there, we had cake, games, you know name it. I don’t remember how old I was, about nine I think, give or take. Anyway, the lights were out except for spooky light and such, we were dancing and screwing around—and from the hallway door burst a trio of monsters.

Everybody FREAKED.

Turns out it was three of my parents’ military buddies who’d decided to mess with a bunch of kids because let’s be honest, who could resist that? It was hilarious. If I’d been them I would have scared us too (note these are some of the same guys who over Christmas helped Santa put together Barbie’s Dreamhouse. You want cute? Badass Marines stocking Barbie’s fridge and making her bed).

Except for the poor friend who was so scared, we had to walk her home. Me, my sister, I don’t remember who else was with us—not any adults, though. Late enough to be dark, we walked her around the block to her house then came straight back.

And that is one of my favorite Halloween memories.

  

Bio/links:  

Megan is a long time resident of LGBTQ romance, and keeps herself busy reading, writing, and publishing it. She is often accused of fluff and nonsense. When she's not involved in writing, she likes to cook, harass her cats, or watch movies. She loves to hear from readers, and can be found all over the internet.

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Giveaway: one print book of mine, winner’s choice, will ship anywhere

What’s your best Halloween memory?

This is a tough question! I have so many wonderful Halloween memories, it’s hard to choose. However, I was walking by an old, decrepit house in our neighborhood recently and had a memory flash of a Halloween about fifteen years ago when my children were small. Trick or treating was such a big deal and some of our neighbors really get into the spooky decorations. The kids would always stop to admire the random graveyards that would be replaced with giant blowup Santas the following week, but truthfully, they were on a candy quest. You had to do something truly impressive to get their attention.

The old house on the corner wasn’t quite as run down back then, but the amber trees surrounding it are positively huge! We walked under the low sweeping branches and stopped in our tracks at the sound of someone calling us from above. Of course the voice was purposely creepy, but when you’re five years old and you can’t see who’s there or how they could possibly know your name and where you live, it’s scary as hell.  And when the tree demon jumped from hiding to take his spooky routine up a notch, it was all over. We had three very freaked out kids who to this day avoid walking by that house. LOL. 

Happy Halloween!  Lane Hayes xo

Lane Hayes is grateful to finally be doing what she loves best. Writing full-time! It’s no secret Lane loves a good romance novel. An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. These days she prefers the leading roles to both be men. Lane discovered the M/M genre a few years ago and was instantly hooked. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions in the 2014 and 2015 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in an almost empty nest.

Books by Lane Hayes (Dreamspinner Press):

Better Than Good, Better Than Chance, Better Than Friends, Better Than Safe, The Right Words, The Wrong Man & The Right Time          A Kind Of Truth                        A Kind of Romance

And A Kind of Honesty (release date October 7)

Contact Information:

Website: http://lanehayes.wordpress.com

Twitter:   @LaneHayes3

Facebook: LaneHayesauthor

Email:   lanehayes@ymail.com

Giveaway: $5 Amazon Giftcard & Winner’s Choice of a Title from my backlog.

What's your favorite thing about Halloween?

Only one? Autumn, really the time from October through Christmas, is my favorite time of year, and Halloween is a big part of that. When I was young, I loved dressing up and going trick or treating through the neighborhood on a crisp fall night with the leaves falling and the sent of woodsmoke in the air. So, when I was really little, I was probably more interested in my costume and the candy, but I came to appreciate the rest as I got a little older! I still love dressing up, and I have so much fun seeing what costumes all the neighborhood kids wear when I hand out candy.

Bio/links:

Antonia Aquilante has been making up stories for as long as she can remember, and at the age of twelve, decided she would be a writer when she grew up. After many years and a few career detours, she has returned to that original plan. Her stories have changed over the years, but one thing has remained consistent - they all end in happily ever after.

She has a fondness for travel (and a long list of places she wants to visit and revisit), taking photos, family history, fabulous shoes, baking treats which she shares with friends and family, and of course reading. She usually has at least two books started at once and never goes anywhere without her Kindle. Though she is a convert to ebooks, she still loves paper books the best, and there are a couple thousand of them residing in her home with her.

Born and raised in New Jersey, she is living there again after years in Washington, DC, and North Carolina for school and work. She enjoys being back in the Garden State but admits to being tempted every so often to run away from home and live in Italy.

She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, the New Jersey Romance Writers, and the Rainbow Romance Writers.

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Giveaway: And I will offer an ebook of my latest book, The Scholar's Heart, in the giveaway.

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