The Contract I’d Been Waiting For.

I’d written, tweaked, edited, lost sleep over and worked my butt off to get my first book, Nightwalker: A Leah Wolfe SINS Novel, out into the publishing world. I’d been told by a publisher that I would never get a contract on it and I pressed on. It paid off. The offer came. I missed the call.

Seriously, I missed the call. I’d gone away for a long weekend to Vegas and met up with family from another state. It was great. They were fully in support of my writing and wanted to know how book two was coming along. Imagine getting a contract offer in Vegas, surrounded by supportive family and friends. It would have been a hell of a celebration. It was, only we weren’t celebrating my contract.

Once I returned home, I realized I’d missed the call, got the offer and accepted. I was dancing in my desk chair! I was going to be a published author. It was a moment in time that took my breath away. Now the real work would begin. Editing. More on that adventure in my next post. For now, grab a cup of coffee and read a little bit of book three Justified. Beware of the potential spoilers if you haven’t read the others and if you wish to buy it, click on the cover or check out your favorite digital retailer.

Blurb: Things go very wrong, very fast when a federal agent is caught between her vampire lover, the leader of the pack, and a murderer intent on killing those she loves. Is stepping outside the law to stop a killer justified, or will it end her career in SINS?

Excerpt:

Mind if we join you?” The taller one asked. “I’m Zach and this is my brother Conner.”

After a round of nice-to-meet-you’s and a fresh order of drinks, the small talk began. Conner sat next to Tala and Zach dragged his chair closer to me. It wasn’t long into the conversation before I started to realize that neither one of these guys was intelligent enough to lure a puppy out of a cage, let alone a woman out of a bar. Tala looked up and gave me a “how the hell do we get rid of them” look just before I felt Zach’s hand start to slither up my leg, perilously close to my gun. I jumped from my seat, a little too quickly, and stifled it with a fake giggle. God I really sucked at the bar scene.

“Um, Tala. I need to go to the little girls’ room.” Did I just say “little girls’ room”? Somebody, shoot me now.

“Great idea. I’ll go with you.” She started to stand when Conner put a hand on her shoulder and dragged her back down.

“I think we’re getting ditched, Zach. How about you?”

Zach put his hand on my hip and squeezed, hard enough to bruise.

I grabbed his hand just below the fingers and pushed back with my thumbs until he let me go. “I’m not really in the mood to play grab-ass,”

“Oww.” He complained. “Calm down bitch.”

I bent Zach’s wrist back far enough to be painful and just this side of breaking it.

Conner kept a grip on Tala’s upper arm.

“Let go of her or watch me break your brother’s wrist.” I warned.

He released Tala. She stood and scrambled to my side.

“Now I’m going to let go and both of you are going to calmly leave this bar and go home.” I looked at each of them. “Not to another bar, home. Is that understood?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Just let go of my hand you freaky bitch.” Zach really needed to learn a little respect.

“Conner?” I asked, pushing Zach’s arm back just a little more.

“Fuck! Tell her okay Conner, she’s breaking my fucking arm!”

“Fine.” Conner said as he stood.

I let go of Zach and he straightened up and pulled his shirt down.

“Bitches!” I heard him growl as him and his brother walked toward the exit.

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You’ll Never Get That Published.

I wrote Nightwalker: A Leah Wolfe SINS Novel,  just to see if I could, and well, since I’d gone that far, I decided to pursue getting published. There was no agent, no class to help me navigate the world of publishing. It was something new to research and learn. I spent so much time at the post office that I was on a first name basis with almost everyone there. It was time consuming and yes, frustrating. Determination kept me going and that took a serious hit on a trip to a local book festival.

I was so excited! The manuscripts had been printed, the plans had been made. The book festival started out great. There were multiple seminars that covered a wide variety of topics, so many that I had my husband sit in one while I was in another. I strolled through the tables that housed authors, agents and publishers, showing my manuscript to any who would see it. And had the wind knocked out of me. A publisher told me that I would never get it published, that is was paranormal romance and no one was interested in that genre.

It took me all of five minutes to catch my breath. That determination thing spiked. It seemed the best motivation for me to pursue publishing was someone telling me that I couldn’t. I persisted, did more research and continued to send out manuscripts. And I began writing the second book, The Order of Chaos.

I went back to that book festival the very next year, as a published author. My journey will continue in my next post.

While you’re here, take a moment to read about the second book in the SINS Novel Series, The Order of Chaos. But be aware, If you haven’t read Nightwalker: A Leah Wolfe SINS Novel, there may be some spoilers in this blurb and excerpt. You can purchase Chaos by clicking on the book cover of at your favorite digital retailer.

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Blurb:

All Leah Wolfe wants to do is master her ability to speak with the souls of the dead, protect her beloved town, and forget about the two men who betrayed her. But with the leader of the vampire council on his way to town and the threat of Chaos hanging over the heads of everyone she loves, getting what she wants may not be as easy as she thought.

Excerpt:

He turned me around and melted me with a look that skimmed me from the top of my head to the toes of the stiletto heels that I still wore. I started to kick the shoes off but he stopped me. “Leave those on.” His voice grew deeper, sultry.

I did a little spin that would make any runway model proud. He grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed while we laughed. “Yes, definitely keep the shoes on.”

“You owe me.” I reminded him.

He stripped off my jeans and flipped me onto my stomach. He began caressing my neck, my shoulders, then further south; alternating between gentle sweeps of his hands and a firmer kneading motion that sprang Goosebumps from my body. I felt the bra strap come undone before his hands slid to the flimsy piece of elastic of my panties. His fingers trailed them down my legs until he removed them completely. Then those magic fingers began caressing their way up my legs, teasing the tender skin on the back of my knees and inner thighs. I heard the Velcro of my holster tear away and felt the weight of my pistol lift off my waist. “Nightstand.” He murmured knowing that I felt more secure if I knew where my weapons were. Then his mouth blazed molten lava on my thighs and I forgot all about weapons.

 

Why did you start writing?

I’ve asked, ‘What made you start writing? Where do you get your inspiration? Where do find the time?’ Well, I write because I want to, need to. My characters speak to me and the can be quite insistent when it comes to having their say. I began writing Nightwalker: A Leah Wolfe SINS Novel, when my youngest child went to first grade. Writing was always something that I’d wanted to do. I’d even started a story years before Nightwalker was conceived and never finished it.

Life moved on and two kids later, I was back behind the keyboard with an idea and a title. Life still marched on an my first priority was, and still is, being a mother and wife. The cardinal rule to writing is ‘butt in seat, fingers on keyboard’, and I broke that rule on several occasions. It took months of late nights and a very supportive family to finally type “The End”. Then came the second guessing, tweaking, editing and self-doubt that led to part two of the process, getting published. I’ll write more about that in my next post. In the meantime, I hope you’ll enjoy at little bite of Nightwalker: A Leah Wolfe SINS Novel. You can click on the cover for the buy link or find it at you favorite digital retailer.

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Blurb:

Leah Wolfe has retired from serious police work in favor of seeking a normal life. Her unique, yet not fully discovered supernatural abilities allow her to speak to the souls of the dead, providing vital information in the search for their killers. Her abilities have also cost her almost everyone she has ever loved including her mother, who abandoned her to fend for herself on the streets, and, most recently, her ex-fiancé Joaquín Wildhorse, Chief Detective of the Native American Reservation Police Department. But when Joaquín’s new lover is found brutally murdered on the reservation, he turns to Leah for help. The hunt for a vicious killer leads Leah to sexy Ian Nightwalker and Leah is unable to walk away from the case that may cost her her most guarded possession of all. Her heart.

 

Excerpt:

Ian took my hand and led me to a glass-enclosed atrium. Stars glittered above me through the glass ceiling and the desert outside was backdropped by the mountain range. A jetted spa that trickled a waterfall into a large swimming pool illuminated the room. Palm trees surrounded the edge of the spa providing privacy. Wow.

“It’s like an oasis in the desert.” I spoke softly so as not to disturb the natural peace in the room. Like talking in a library.

Ian walked over to a large stone bench and sat down. He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his pale skin and muscles hidden beneath. I silently gasped and felt a wave of desire heat my body. Each muscle flexed and tensed as he moved to kick off his boots then pulled his socks over his feet. As he bent and exposed his back I couldn’t help but admire the breadth of his broad shoulders, my eyes following his spine down to his narrowing back and waist. His wavy black hair fell over his face and I was left with a view of his neck. I had the sudden urge to run my tongue along his exposed neckline to his kissable mouth. I wanted to run my hands over the strong shoulders and let them slowly caress a path down his chest and along the expanse of his stomach tracing the trail of soft, dark hair that led from his naval and disappeared under the denim of his jeans. I wanted to feel his hands fist in my hair as I explored his body.

I shook myself out of the thought.

My face blazed red as I saw Ian’s eyes bored into mine, the look of passion on his face that a man gets when knows your interested in more than just conversation.

It’s time!

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Sarah’s head sang with the dizzying effects of both the champagne and the hum of conversations. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a jumble of business cards and passed them to Jake.
“What’s this?”
“Business cards. There are at least five who want bids on remodeling jobs and a couple with plans to add onto their homes.”
Jake skimmed his thumb down her cheek as his fingers slid through her hair. “I may have to give you a raise.”
“And I may have to accept it, but I think it’s highly inappropriate to discuss it on a date.”
One side of Jake’s mouth quirked into a smile. “I thought this was a business function?”
“Oh, I think we’ve reached the parameters of a date.”
Leaning in, Jake slid his fingers to the nape of Sarah’s neck. His expression changed from amused to sultry and Sarah could feel his breath on her cheek as he closed in. She put her hand to his chest and curled her fingers around the fabric of his shirt. When there was but a space of air between their lips she panicked, and pressed her hand flat against him. “I think you should drive.”
He gave a slight nod and then withdrew and fired up the engine. It was an awkward ten minutes before either of them spoke.
“So, tell me about the parameters.” Jake broke the silence and glanced at Sarah.
Smiling, she replied, “The way you kept your hand at the small of my back as we made our way through the crowd. I like that, by the way.”
“I’ll make a note of it.”
Glad the mood in the car had lightened, she smiled. “The possessive way you put your arm around me whenever we were being introduced to any man younger than fifty.”
“You noticed that, did you?”
“I did. Do you know you’re holding my hand?”
While they talked, he had linked his fingers with hers with his right hand and drove with his left. He gave hers a slight squeeze now.
“Intertwined fingers and hand holding are definitely not condoned at business functions.”
Pulling the car to a stop in her driveway he killed the ignition and turned to her. “I guess you’re right then. This must be a date. That means I get to walk you to your door.” Jake pushed open his own car door and then walked to the passenger side. With a flourish, he opened hers and reached his hand in to help her out.
“Are those all of the parameters?” he asked.
Jake kept her hand in his as they crossed the porch and stopped at her front door.
Sarah turned, enjoying the game. “Well, there were the flowers. I mean, what female doesn’t like flowers?”
“I’ll have to give them to you more often.”
“That implies there will be a second date.”
As Sarah turned her back against the door, Jake took the opportunity and caged her in. “I certainly hope so.” His voice deepened.
“So do I.” This time when Jake leaned into her, Sarah rose on her toes and met his lips. The kiss was soft, almost tentative at first. He tasted of champagne and spice and she found herself falling into the kiss, abandoning herself to the scents, tastes, and sensations of being held by him. He parted her lips with his and then groaned when she slipped her tongue
into his mouth. They met each other on equal ground, the slide of lips and tongues as his arms snaked around her, slid up her body and rested when his fingers found her hair.
Breathless he pulled apart just a fraction. “Are you going to invite me in, Sarah?”
She touched her lips to his again and smiled. “Not on the first date.”
Turning out of his grasp, she slipped her key into the lock. “Good night, Jake. Sleep well.”
“Not likely,” he replied as she closed the door behind her.

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Forget Me Not – Win a Copy

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Leave a comment below to win a copy. Winner chosen on May 23, 2017. Happy Reading!

Her life depends on a man she can’t remember. 

His future depends on a woman he can’t forget. 

Sarah Hall had everything she wanted in life. A man who loved her, a job she enjoyed and the joyful memories her deceased parent’s had left her with.

But when her world comes crumbling around her and even her memories are stolen, will she have the strength to recall her past to save her future.

Jake Porter knew he loved Sarah the moment he saw her. Now he just had to convince her.

Yet when tragedy strikes and he finds her near death, on the floor of his construction warehouse, both of their lives change forever.

Now protecting her is his only priority.

When her past catches up with her and everything is at stake, will his love be enough to save them?

 

Excerpt:

Sarah’s head sang with the dizzying effects of both the champagne and the hum of conversations. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a jumble of business cards and passed them to Jake.

“What’s this?”

“Business cards. There are at least five who want bids on remodeling jobs and a couple with plans to add onto their homes.”

Jake skimmed his thumb down her cheek as his fingers slid through her hair. “I may have to give you a raise.”

“And I may have to accept it, but I think it’s highly inappropriate to discuss it on a date.”

One side of Jake’s mouth quirked into a smile. “I thought this was a business function?”

“Oh, I think we’ve reached the parameters of a date.”

Leaning in, Jake slid his fingers to the nape of Sarah’s neck. His expression changed from amused to sultry and Sarah could feel his breath on her cheek as he closed in. She put her hand to his chest and curled her fingers around the fabric of his shirt. When there was but a space of air between their lips she panicked, and pressed her hand flat against him. “I think you should drive.”

He gave a slight nod and then withdrew and fired up the engine. It was an awkward ten minutes before either of them spoke.

“So, tell me about the parameters.” Jake broke the silence and glanced at Sarah.

Smiling, she replied, “The way you kept your hand at the small of my back as we made our way through the crowd. I like that, by the way.”

“I’ll make a note of it.”

Glad the mood in the car had lightened, she smiled. “The possessive way you put your arm around me whenever we were being introduced to any man younger than fifty.”

“You noticed that, did you?”

“I did. Do you know you’re holding my hand?”

While they talked, he had linked his fingers with hers with his right hand and drove with his left. He gave hers a slight squeeze now.

“Intertwined fingers and hand holding are definitely not condoned at business functions.”

Pulling the car to a stop in her driveway he killed the ignition and turned to her. “I guess you’re right then. This must be a date. That means I get to walk you to your door.” Jake pushed open his own car door and then walked to the passenger side. With a flourish, he opened hers and reached his hand in to help her out.

“Are those all of the parameters?” he asked.

Jake kept her hand in his as they crossed the porch and stopped at her front door.

Sarah turned, enjoying the game. “Well, there were the flowers. I mean, what female doesn’t like flowers?”

“I’ll have to give them to you more often.”

“That implies there will be a second date.”

As Sarah turned her back against the door, Jake took the opportunity and caged her in. “I certainly hope so.” His voice deepened.

“So do I.” This time when Jake leaned into her, Sarah rose on her toes and met his lips. The kiss was soft, almost tentative at first. He tasted of champagne and spice and she found herself falling into the kiss, abandoning herself to the scents, tastes, and sensations of being held by him. He parted her lips with his and then groaned when she slipped her tongue

into his mouth. They met each other on equal ground, the slide of lips and tongues as his arms snaked around her, slid up her body and rested when his fingers found her hair.

Breathless he pulled apart just a fraction. “Are you going to invite me in, Sarah?”

She touched her lips to his again and smiled. “Not on the first date.”

Turning out of his grasp, she slipped her key into the lock. “Good night, Jake. Sleep well.”

“Not likely,” he replied as she closed the door behind her.

Book Giveaway! Forget Me Not release 5/9

I’m in the mood to celebrate! Forget Me Not is releasing on May 9, 2017 and is available for preorder on Amazon now.Forget_Me_Not-Rhonda_Print-final_mockup So to celebrate, I’m giving away a copy of my debut novel, Nightwalker: A Leah Wolfe SINS Novel to one person. All you have to do is like me on Facebook and leave a comment at www.RhondaLPrint.com. Winner will be chosen and announced on Friday June 2nd. Oh, and if you love it, share the love with a review!

Her life depends on a man she can’t remember.His future depends on a woman he can’t forget.Sarah Hall had everything she wanted in life. A man who loved her, a job she enjoyed and the joyful memories her deceased parent’s had left her with.But when her world comes crumbling around her and even her memories are stolen, will she have the strength to recall her past to save her future.

Jake Porter knew he loved Sarah the moment he saw her. Now he just had to convince her.Yet when tragedy strikes and he finds her near death, on the floor of his construction warehouse, both of their lives change forever.Now protecting her is his only priority.When her past catches up with her and everything is at stake, will his love be enough to save them?

 

Forget Me Not – Win a Copy

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Leave a comment below to win a copy. Winner chosen on May 23, 2017. Happy Reading!

Her life depends on a man she can’t remember. 

His future depends on a woman he can’t forget. 

Sarah Hall had everything she wanted in life. A man who loved her, a job she enjoyed and the joyful memories her deceased parent’s had left her with.

But when her world comes crumbling around her and even her memories are stolen, will she have the strength to recall her past to save her future.

Jake Porter knew he loved Sarah the moment he saw her. Now he just had to convince her.

Yet when tragedy strikes and he finds her near death, on the floor of his construction warehouse, both of their lives change forever.

Now protecting her is his only priority.

When her past catches up with her and everything is at stake, will his love be enough to save them?

 

Excerpt:

Sarah’s head sang with the dizzying effects of both the champagne and the hum of conversations. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a jumble of business cards and passed them to Jake.

“What’s this?”

“Business cards. There are at least five who want bids on remodeling jobs and a couple with plans to add onto their homes.”

Jake skimmed his thumb down her cheek as his fingers slid through her hair. “I may have to give you a raise.”

“And I may have to accept it, but I think it’s highly inappropriate to discuss it on a date.”

One side of Jake’s mouth quirked into a smile. “I thought this was a business function?”

“Oh, I think we’ve reached the parameters of a date.”

Leaning in, Jake slid his fingers to the nape of Sarah’s neck. His expression changed from amused to sultry and Sarah could feel his breath on her cheek as he closed in. She put her hand to his chest and curled her fingers around the fabric of his shirt. When there was but a space of air between their lips she panicked, and pressed her hand flat against him. “I think you should drive.”

He gave a slight nod and then withdrew and fired up the engine. It was an awkward ten minutes before either of them spoke.

“So, tell me about the parameters.” Jake broke the silence and glanced at Sarah.

Smiling, she replied, “The way you kept your hand at the small of my back as we made our way through the crowd. I like that, by the way.”

“I’ll make a note of it.”

Glad the mood in the car had lightened, she smiled. “The possessive way you put your arm around me whenever we were being introduced to any man younger than fifty.”

“You noticed that, did you?”

“I did. Do you know you’re holding my hand?”

While they talked, he had linked his fingers with hers with his right hand and drove with his left. He gave hers a slight squeeze now.

“Intertwined fingers and hand holding are definitely not condoned at business functions.”

Pulling the car to a stop in her driveway he killed the ignition and turned to her. “I guess you’re right then. This must be a date. That means I get to walk you to your door.” Jake pushed open his own car door and then walked to the passenger side. With a flourish, he opened hers and reached his hand in to help her out.

“Are those all of the parameters?” he asked.

Jake kept her hand in his as they crossed the porch and stopped at her front door.

Sarah turned, enjoying the game. “Well, there were the flowers. I mean, what female doesn’t like flowers?”

“I’ll have to give them to you more often.”

“That implies there will be a second date.”

As Sarah turned her back against the door, Jake took the opportunity and caged her in. “I certainly hope so.” His voice deepened.

“So do I.” This time when Jake leaned into her, Sarah rose on her toes and met his lips. The kiss was soft, almost tentative at first. He tasted of champagne and spice and she found herself falling into the kiss, abandoning herself to the scents, tastes, and sensations of being held by him. He parted her lips with his and then groaned when she slipped her tongue

into his mouth. They met each other on equal ground, the slide of lips and tongues as his arms snaked around her, slid up her body and rested when his fingers found her hair.

Breathless he pulled apart just a fraction. “Are you going to invite me in, Sarah?”

She touched her lips to his again and smiled. “Not on the first date.”

Turning out of his grasp, she slipped her key into the lock. “Good night, Jake. Sleep well.”

“Not likely,” he replied as she closed the door behind her.

Book Giveaway! Forget Me Not release 5/9

I’m in the mood to celebrate! Forget Me Not is releasing on May 9, 2017 and is available for preorder on Amazon now.Forget_Me_Not-Rhonda_Print-final_mockup So to celebrate, I’m giving away a copy of my debut novel, Nightwalker: A Leah Wolfe SINS Novel to one person. All you have to do is like me on Facebook and leave a comment at www.RhondaLPrint.com. Winner will be chosen and announced on Friday June 2nd. Oh, and if you love it, share the love with a review!

Her life depends on a man she can’t remember.His future depends on a woman he can’t forget.Sarah Hall had everything she wanted in life. A man who loved her, a job she enjoyed and the joyful memories her deceased parent’s had left her with.But when her world comes crumbling around her and even her memories are stolen, will she have the strength to recall her past to save her future.

Jake Porter knew he loved Sarah the moment he saw her. Now he just had to convince her.Yet when tragedy strikes and he finds her near death, on the floor of his construction warehouse, both of their lives change forever.Now protecting her is his only priority.When her past catches up with her and everything is at stake, will his love be enough to save them?

 

Forget Me Not Release May 9, 2017 Pre-Order Available Now

Click on cover to pre-order via Amazon.Forget_Me_Not-Rhonda_Print-final_mockup

 

Sarah Hall had everything she wanted in life. A man who loved her, a job she enjoyed and the joyful memories her deceased parents left her with.
But when her world comes crumbling around her and even her memories are stolen, will she have the strength to recall her past to save her future?
Jake Porter knew he loved Sarah the moment he saw her. Now he just had to convince her.
When tragedy strikes and he finds her near death, on the floor of his construction warehouse, both of their lives change forever. Now protecting her is his only priority.