Monday, November 7, 2011


HRB: Guest blogging this week is Natalie  Acres, author of the Cowboy Boots series from Sirene/Bookstrand Press. Thanks for joining us Natalie.

NA:  Thanks for having me, Hanna

Where to Begin
A woman’s life is hectic. Between family and career, it’s often difficult to juggle day-to-day activities much less squeeze in something extra. As a writer, I often find myself in a crunch for time. My muse pulls one way and readers guide me in another direction altogether. Lately, I’ve discovered my muse shouldn’t have a dog in the race. When readers ask for a certain book, the excitement and energy they have for a particular series is a great source of inspiration when I finally sit down to write a new book.
Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts is a prime example.
Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts kicked off the Cowboy Boots series in April of 2009. The book captured the #1 spot at Siren-Bookstrand and went on to become the #1 bestselling erotica and western title at Amazon. A bestselling title at All Romance Ebooks and Mobipocket, Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts was soon followed by Cowboy Boots and Unfinished Business which was also received well by readers who supported the series.
I’m thrilled and excited about the new Cowboy Boots release, but must admit Cowboy Boots and Unfinished Business remains my favorite book in the series due to the unusual bond formed between sisters as one woman courageously faces her death while asking another woman to take care of the men she’ll soon leave behind.
The reader support for the Cowboy Boots series is one I can’t describe. Readers write and ask about continuing the series and I can promise there’s more in store. While writing Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts, book three, the idea for the fourth installment materialized as well. Cowboy Boots and Undesirable Characters will soon be submitted for consideration.
In the meantime, more books are in the pipeline for the Cowboy Sex series. Sex Party was my first western ménage romance. If you enjoy family sagas, come on over to the ranch and meet the Cartwell family. While you’re there, stop by and say hello to the McKay brothers, too.
The Cowboy Sex books tend to write themselves. The stories unfold quicker than I can put them down on paper. The Cowboy Boots books were a little more difficult to write. Driven by the hot romance and fast action, the characters in the Cowboy Boots books tend to ‘get carried away’ with their toys and props.
With several series to complete and numerous manuscripts stored on my desktop, there’s the ever-present daily question—Where to begin?
As readers, we ask the same question. It’s not easy locating the order in which series books were written. Today, as we celebrate the release day of Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts, I invite you to check out the entire series.
Start with Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts and meet the Donovan brothers from Southwest Virginia. Then, meet the Remington men and the women they love in Cowboy Boots and Unfinished Business. As they cope with tremendous loss, they find strength and hope in the arms of a woman they never expected to love. Finally, I invite you to pick up your copy of Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts, on sale today at Siren-Bookstrand.  

Monday, October 31, 2011

A Brand New Year


Happy Halloween! 

For many of us “pagans” this is the start of a brand new year. And for me the start of a regenerated blog. Yes I’m back on the broom again. And since it is Halloween, I just have to mention those gorgeous “monsters” we all love to write and read about.

Now the vampire trend has been going for such a long time. From Dracula to Twilight and hundreds in between. Whether evil demons or beautiful tortured souls so many of us are drawn those night dwelling bad boys.
But give me a wolf. There’s just something about them that gets me every time. Ever since I read Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Night Play I’ve been a wolf girl to the bone.

So to celebrate the new year, I’m giving away two fabulous reads.

Just tell me which you prefer, Vampire or Wolf and why and you’re entered to win a copy of the vampire anthology Yours for Eternity autographed by Kaitlin O’Riley or a copy of Wolf Tales #12 signed by Kate Douglas(Warning-Jalapeno Hot).

On Sunday November 6th at 11:59pm I’ll pick a winner from all the comments. Check back next week to see if you've won.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

It's Here At Last!

It's finally here! Widow's Peak is available in both Print and E-book Formats from the Wild Rose Press.

To celebrate, I'm giving away three great prizes at our group blog, The Write Direction. You can win a $10 Amazon gift certificate, an autographed Widow's Peak, or a beautiful Welsh pewter necklace. Just go to www.thewritedirection.wordpress.com and leave a comment on my post about what kind of hero you like. I'll be choosing winners at midnight so drop by today and leave your comment.

I'm also today's guest chef at Chatting with Anna Kathryn. Wednesday is Chow Day and I have a medieval dessert recipe that's featured in Widow's Peak. You'll also have a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card and a copy of Cooking in the South with Johnnie Gabriel. It has over 150 delicious Southern recipes from Johnnie's award-winning restaurant. Just leave a comment with your favorite dessert recipe at annakathrynlanier.blogspot.com and you'll be entered to win.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

The First Winner

Yesterday's Question: What was the name of Lady Amye's first husband?

Answer: Thomas

Yesterday's Winner: Congratulations to lorrettac.

Today's Prize: An Amazon Gift Certificate valued at $10.00

Today's Question: Name two knights in Lady Amye's service. You can find the answer in one of the excerpts at my website www.hannarhys.com

While you're there, why not sign up for my quarterly newsletter for an extra chance to win.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Thirty days has September

But as of today, there are less than thirty days to the official release date of Widows Peak. I can hardly believe the time is so near. In celebration, starting today,August 26th, I will be giving away one of the following prizes every day through the end of September:

A $15 Limited Edition Widow's Peak Visa Gift Card
A $10 Amazon Gift Card
An Autographed Copy of Delilah Marvelle's Lord of Pleasure
An Autographed Copy of Widow's Peak

To enter, all you have to do is go to my website, www.hannarhys.com and sign-up for my newsletter or leave a comment here with your email address. If you answer the daily blog question, you get two chances to win that day. The prize will change daily. One winner will be drawn from those who enter on that day. All daily winners will be entered in my Super Contest to win one of two great art prizes. A cold cast bronze statue or a fabulous art print, both by my good friend, artist Maxine Miller. Check out these two beautiful pieces above.

Today's Prize: A Limited edition Widow's Peak Visa Gift Card valued at $15.00

Today's question for double entry: What was the name of Lady Amye's first husband?

You can find the answer in any of the various excerpts at sites where I've blogged, including today's post at the Night Owl Romance Blog

Good luck to everyone.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Back to Work

Since the birthday week celebration, life has started to settle a bit and I am well back into the writing life. 

Well sort of. I am in class every night until 10:00pm, plus I came down with a nasty cold. For the first time in several years I actually had to go to the doctor. I ran a fever for the last seven days and have been hacking away the night (probably keeping my neighbors awake as well). However, there was an up-side to this whole affair—more time devoted to writing. 

The little time I spent sleeping was filled with fevered dreams of people who had stories they wanted me to tell. I had to start a line and hand out numbers. Lol. Now I have dozens of ideas for future projects. I’ll let you know whose story wins the next open slot. 

During the time that I was waiting for the codeine to kick in, I was able to sit down and write a few lines on my current projects. I am working toward finishing up Kissed By A Rose, the sequel to Widow’s Peak, before the end of the month. But I am also pulled to get the next project done.

My time-travel paranormal, Footprints in Time, is a finalist in Great Beginnings Contest being sponsored by Heart of the West (The Utah chapter of RWA). My first final ever! So I have been anxious to get into the new manuscript while the excitement is high. Good thing my new critique partner knows how to crack the whip. She has managed to keep me on the path of finishing up what’s in hand, while still getting on with the next thing in line.

She also talked me into joining a group blog. I’ll be joining authors Staci Culver, Jordyn James, Estelle Harte, Scarlett Childs, and Sandra Jones in a new blog called The Write Direction (http://thewritedirection.wordpress.com/). We will be chatting about the goings on in a writer’s life. Each month will have a different theme and a new contest. I will be blogging monthly there, in addition to my monthly blog at Seduced By History (http://seducedbyhistory.blogspot.com).

This month I am having a contest at Seduced by History. Stop by between Noon on Friday, May 22nd and Noon on Monday May 25th.  Leave a significant comment on my post about the history of publishing or on any of the posts on those days and I’ll enter your name in a drawing to win a nice prize.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Birthday Surprise

I had a great surprise on my birthday. My next project, a time-travel paranormal called Footprints in Time finaled in the Great Beginnings contest hosted by the Utah Chapter of RWA. I had to enter in the published authors category where all the contestants are judged against each other regardless of category. You can imagine my surprised when I got the e-mail that said I was a finalist. This is the first time I have been a contest finalist, so I am really excited. 


Here's an excerpt:

    Prologue
    Near Scone Abbey, 1296

Brother Ignatius helped Aed Mac Farlane roll the heavy red stone through the mud to the water’s edge. Word came last night that the English marauder, Edward was just a few hours ride from Perth. The lairds knew he was coming after the one thing that might make the Scots kneel to him as their king. The Stone. The Clach Sgàin. 

Scottish kings had been secretly coronated on the stone for nearly eight hundred years. They had put their foot into the mark and sworn their oath to Scotland. Ignatius flipped the stone on its side and rubbed his fingers along the smooth foot-shaped outline of the mark. Most had lived and died by that oath. Now the English bastards wanted to take the power the stone held, enslaving the Scots to the Normans. 
 
Ignatius had been of Clan Dunkeld before he joined the fellowship at Scone Abbey. He knew the way of his kinsmen. To follow him who sat upon the stone. Most of the other clans would do the same. Not that any of the lairds were above a little politics, deceit and backstabbing. He knew of a few who had literally been stabbed to death when they stood in the way of someone else’s plans. 
 
Still Edward’s reign would stop none of that. The highlands were a dangerous and violent place. And the Marches, the borderlands, were even more so. The clans needed a strong Scottish king to keep them reined in, not some weakling of a Norman. 
 
Ignatius helped Mac Farlane flip the stone again. Another turn and the hollow seat faced up. Many a king had sat upon this throne. One more lift and the stone was in the water. It sank down the bank of the river and out of site, but the last thing Ignatius could see was the footprint of the kings. He bent down and felt for the stone. His hand found the indentation and he smiled. The stone would not be going anywhere. It was lodged in the mud of the River Tay.

Chapter One
Old Scone, 2007 

Maggie Alpin pulled on her Wellies and grabbed her hooded jacket before stepping out of the tent. The predawn sky was just beginning to lighten from deep blue to gray. Maggie liked the quiet of early morning. Her eye was drawn to a bright star just below and to the left of a full moon that was settling behind the trees. She took in a deep breath of the cool air. Another reason she liked the morning was she could work on her own. She pushed the button to illuminate the face of her watch. Six-thirty. Almost two hours until breakfast.
 
Yesterday, Professor Douglas told her they had to be close to finding the stone and she was anxious to get back to her dig. Her arms had stopped aching after the first week of digging along the banks of the River Tay and the thought of being the first one to find the “missing” Scottish Coronation Stone filled Maggie with excitement. She pulled on the leather work gloves and grabbed the pick and shovel she had used for the past six weeks before she turned down the path toward the river. 
 
When they did the sonogram of Moot Hill, the coronation mound, the place where the stone should have been buried, there was nothing but dirt. Professor Douglass decided the old tale about the Brothers hiding the real stone in the river must be true. The Earl laughed at them saying that the stone was in Edinburgh Castle, but having taken a hefty amount of money from the University, he told them as long as the tourist season was not interrupted, they could dig all they wanted. 
 
The team had searched every inch of the riverbank, starting at the end of the footpath and moving northwest to the bend at the Stormontfield crossroads. Professor Douglass was sure that was where the monks would have hidden the stone. It was the closest place to where the Abbey had stood. 
 
Maggie thought different. She was sure the path of the river had changed enough in the last seven hundred years that the place she worked had been much closer to the abbey then than it was now. During the day, she worked the sight the professor set out, but in the early mornings and evenings she made the ten minute walk to dig along a spit of land that stuck out into the river like a thin finger. She had no idea how long the protrusion had been there. It was at most a quarter mile long and maybe half as wide. Depending on the geology under the silt, it could have been there for as little as a few years or as much as ten centuries. But she had a gut feeling. Her Mac Alpin blood told her that the stone must be here. This was the place where the stone rested. 
 
Since she was four years old, Maggie had heard stories of how the Alpins had been the first rulers of Scotland. Grammy Epona had spun wondrous tales of Kenneth, Aed, Eochaid, the Donalds, and the Constantines conquering the wilds of Caledonia to form a first Scottish nation. The stories enflamed her imagination and by the time Maggie was ten, she knew she wanted to be an archeologist. 
 
Her grandmother had been so proud when she graduated from Columbia and again when her thesis won a scholarship to study with Professor Douglas at Edinburgh University. Now six years further along she was ready to defend her doctoral thesis, Clach Sgàin, The True Power of The Scottish Coronation Stone. If they could just find the stone, it would make everything perfect. 
 
Maggie was pleased to see that the trench she had carefully dug out over the past three days was still dry. The fact that water had not seeped through told her the place was probably over a stone base rather than an ever-changing bed of silt. She checked her watch. Six forty-five. Good. She had a good hour to work before she would have to return for the morning breakfast meeting. She tossed the tools into the pit and jumped in after. 
 
As she began to dig Maggie thought about her thesis. Kenneth Mac Alpin brought the stone to Caledonia. That was the starting point of her thesis, and it had come to her as if by magic. A smile turned up the corners of her lips. The book where she found the text that sparked the idea had fallen off the library shelf and nearly hit her on the head. She had spent weeks searching out the original document. Her heart still beat fast when she thought about the first time she pulled on the white cotton gloves and slowly unrolled the crackling parchment. She was thankful Grammy taught her some old Scottish Gaelic. Otherwise she never would have been able to decipher the words that convinced her that she was right about the stone. She was sure that the one in Edinburgh was a fake, given to Edward I to keep the true clach on Scottish soil. 
 
“Clank.”
 
Maggie looked down at the sound of her shovel hitting solid stone. She bent to look more closely and her breath caught in her chest. An edge of reddish sandstone poked through the black dirt. The stone found in this area of Scotland was a light gray. Red stone was found further west. 
 
Maggie tossed her shovel aside and fell to her knees. Her hands frantically moved dirt away from the stone tip. She dug until so much earth had been removed that dirt began to fall back into place, but still the red stone went deeper. She reached to get the shovel to remove the impeding dirt and realized she had buried it somewhere in her frenzied attempt to uncover the stone. Maggie stood and walked back toward where she thought she had put the shovel. 
 
How long had she been here? Maggie pushed the button on her watch. Six-forty-five? How could that be? She tapped on the crystal. The second hand moved, but the time still said six forty-five. Damn it. This watch cost a fortune. The salesman at the jewelry store had assured her you could do almost anything and the water resistant, shock resistant watch would keep running. Good thing she sent in the warranty card. 
 
The shovel handle flipped up out of the dirt and smacked Maggie in the forehead before she even realized what happened. As she fell backwards she envisioned the cartoon where the cat chased the mouse around the yard and ended up stepping on a rake. Only Maggie didn’t vibrate like the cartoon cat. She didn't hear birds chirping. She didn’t see stars circling her head. All she saw was black.

I'll keep you updated on the contest news and you'll be the second to know as soon as "Footprints" sells.

I'm kicking off my countdown to the Widow's Peak release party with a Supercontest. Yes, I know there are 132 days to go, but hopefully this will make them go faster. Here's how it works. 

I have made a limited number of special edition Widow's Peak Visa Gift Cards valued at $15.00. Only fifty lucky people will be entered in this contest. There are three ways you can enter. (1) Over the next four months I will give away four gift cards as prizes in regular contests. You never know which week the contest will run so you'll have to stay in touch for your chance to win.  (2) Six cards will be given away at my appearances. Check the website or my new quarterly newsletter for appearance dates. (3) You can purchase a gift card for $15.00. They are Visa Gift Cards so you can use them anywhere(though I'm hoping you'll use it to buy Widow's Peak at the Wild Rose Press website).

For each gift card won or sold, I will donate $5.00 to The Portland Literacy Council, the adult literacy organization that is supported by my local RWA chapter. The Council help adults learn to read as well as providing support for those who want to take the GED test. Our chapter reader's luncheon raised $1000 for this worthy cause and I will add another $250 if all the giftcards sell. So you get to spend your gift card, make a donation to a worthy cause, and enter a contest for one of two fabulous prizes.  


 You could win either a bronze-tone statue of the Welsh goddess Arienhod or a framed art print of the triple goddess. Both pieces are by artist Maxine Miller. 


The Supercontest ends September 22, 2009 at 11:59PM PST. Remember to check the weekly posts for a chance to win a gift card and entry into the contest.