Archive for November, 2012

Get My Authorgraph!

Friday, November 30th, 2012

Get a free Authorgraph from Cindy Procter-King

I’ve signed up for Authorgraph, a website service that allows readers to request electronic autographs of ebooks, audiobooks, and even paper books. If you want an e-autograph for HEAD OVER HEELS, just click the graphic above. Pretty cool, huh?

Deceiving Derek and Catching Claire are also on Authorgraph. Here’s my page at the site. I’ll add WHERE SHE BELONGS and BORROWING ALEX a little later.

Speaking of WHERE SHE BELONGS, I’ve been working very hard this week because I have some news. Come back tomorrow to check it out.

I know, I’m a tease. A book-tease.

StoryFinds

Tuesday, November 27th, 2012

Cindy Procter-King on StoryFindsYesterday Deceiving Derek was a featured Daily Special at StoryFinds, and you can still find the link on their Daily Specials page (scroll down, it should be about second from the bottom, depending on how many Specials they’re featuring today).

StoryFinds also gave me an author page, which features all my books that are available electronically. Check them out!

Cyber Monday at Kobo: My Books All 50% Off!

Monday, November 26th, 2012

It’s Cyber Monday at Kobo, and I’ve just been informed that HEAD OVER HEELS, Deceiving Derek, and Catching Claire are all being featured in the 50% off promotion. That’s right, 50 percent off!! If you have a Kobo, now’s the perfect chance to take a chance on my romantic comdies.

You must use the promo code to get the discount: 50Cyber

Happy Cyber Monday!

New Newsletter Sign-Up From Success!

Friday, November 23rd, 2012

Lo and behold, I have successfully updated my blog sidebar, including adding the new sign-up form for my fancy new newsletter, which is shinier and prettier and all-around way more amazing than it was before (hard to imagine, I know).

See it, see it? It’s in the upper right hand corner of my blog. (Hint, if you’re not reading this post on my blog, you can’t see the newsletter sign-up form, so maybe you should visit my blog right now and have a look).

See how you can choose whether you want the newsletter targeted to your regular ol’ email inbox or, yes, OR, optimized for your smartphone? Please, no applause. I don’t have a smartphone so I have no idea how my newsletter looks on one, although I did choose a simple layout to make it look better on a phone than it otherwise might. Plus, a couple of test bunnies have assured me the newsletter looks FANTABULOUS on their phones.

Go ahead and test out the form by inserting your email address, clicking the format of your choice, and clicking Subscribe. If you already belong to my newsletter, you’ll get a message telling you so. If you don’t already belong to my newsletter, you’ll probably get a chance to opt out via one of those newsletter sign-up confirmation emails. If that doesn’t happen, then you’ll have to suffer until the next edition of the newsletter appears, at which point you can click the unsub link at the bottom of said newsletter.

But why would you want to unsub? :::blinking innocently:::

WHERE SHE BELONGS Audiobook Demo

Thursday, November 22nd, 2012

In the Brilliance is Moi department, I have finally uploaded the audiobook demo for WHERE SHE BELONGS to my webiste. Click the link to visit the page. Once you’re there, click Listen to Demo (to right of book cover or also below book cover) and the demo will pop up in a new window (if you have a media player installed, that is).

The narrator is R.E. Chambliss, who also narrated BORROWING ALEX. She is, like, all sorts of awesome. Like.

Now to move onto actually updating this blog. My blogroll is out of date, and I need to pop in the new covers for Deceiving Derek and Catching Claire. I also need to update the Newsletter signup box. If you use the old box (upper right) before I’ve updated, never fear, I shall be informed and will update my new newsletter program accordingly. An edition just went out the other day.

Catching Claire on NOOK

Saturday, November 17th, 2012

That says it all! Catching Claire, Story 2 in LOVE & OTHER CALAMITIES, is now on NOOK.

Yippee-yoopie-yahoo!

In other news, I am using MailChimp to design my new newsletter. It’s been a bit of an, um, challenge. I HOPE to send out the first edition this week. The newsletter sign-up form on this blog will still take you to the old Yahoogroups newsletter, which I have not yet disabled. Just in case my MC experiment doesn’t work out. The MC sign-up form, however, is on both my Contact page and the Home page (it’s a graphic on the Home page. Just click the graphic, and magic will happen). FYI.

Print Edition of HEAD OVER HEELS on Amazon Canada!

Thursday, November 15th, 2012

The trade paperback of the third edition of HEAD OVER HEELS (revised and updated, new and improved!) is finally available on Canadian Amazon. At eight bucks, it makes a great stocking stuffer or holiday gift for anyone who loves to laugh. Especially if you buy a few copies and take advantage of free shipping (hint, hint).

The paperback edition is also on American Amazon and Barnes and Noble–same great opportunity for inexpensive stocking stuffers. However, if you’re Canadian you would not get free shipping, I don’t think.

The problem, shall we say, with ordering from Canadian Amazon, is that the book just went up as available and so currently shows as “temporarily out of stock.” Once someone orders from the site and books are shipped from the American fulfillment center, that “temporarily out of stock” blip will change to something like “2 in stock–more on the way!”

I’d love to tell my Canadian readers how long it will take for Amazon Canada to deliver an order, but I honestly don’t know. I would say order now if you want to receive the books before the holidays and…stuff some laughter in your stocking!

Link to find out more about HEAD OVER HEELS.

Link to HEAD OVER HEELS on Canadian Amazon.

On American Amazon.

On Barnes and Noble.

Book Cover and Blurb:

One tiny lie can cause a whole lot of trouble….

Magee Sinclair has had it up to her sassy short hairdo with the recent blunders pushing her family’s advertising agency to the brink. How can she accept the promotion her father plans when she keeps making costly mistakes? She needs to bring in more business however she can. So when new client Justin Kane asks her to role-play as his girlfriend for a weekend in exchange for a lucrative campaign, she jumps at the chance.

Justin’s goal to expand his chain of bike stores hinges on a distribution deal with a manufacturer. First, he needs to impress the man at a mountain resort while they bike trails with their significant others. But Justin’s girlfriend dumps him, forcing him to find a quick replacement. Magee—pretty, clever, and a skilled cyclist—is the perfect choice to masquerade as his “lover.”

Or so Justin thinks.

Because Magee is in major trouble. She knows no more about mountain biking than Justin does about demi-bras. Before long, an irate ex pops up, fake identities abound, and a whole lot of doors slam in the middle of the night. Yet, through the chaos, Magee and Justin discover what it really means to fall head over heels….

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Updating, Updating…and Newsletter Move

Thursday, November 8th, 2012

I’m spending the next couple of days updating my website and moving my newsletter from Yahoogroups to Mail Chimp. Everyone who was on my Yahoogroups newsletter list has been migrated to Mail Chimp, however, my website newsletter links and the subscribe box on this blog (upper right corner) still point to Yahoogroups.

That’s okay. If you use the newsletter sign-up box to sign up to my old Yahoogroups newsletter before I get a chance to update the blog style sheet, then Yahoo will send me notification that a new member has signed up and I’ll manually input the information on my new Mail Chimp newsletter.

In other words, feel free to continue using my current newsletter sign-up links, because I am cleverly not disbanding the Yahoogroups newsletter group until the Mail Chimp migration and first newsletter prove successful (well, I think it’s clever, at any rate).

Galapagos, Day 15, Afternoon: Santa Fe Island

Sunday, November 4th, 2012

Time for another Galapagos Post! I know, I made you wait. I’m bad.

Ecuador Trip: Day 15

Galapagos Cruise: Day 10

If you’re new to my Galapagos posts and you’re wondering why they’re titled 5 days ahead of the cruise, it’s because I like to continue how I begin (blame it on the Capricorn), and I began blogging about our cruise five days before the cruise began. As in, Day 1 was the day we flew to Ecuador. Therefore, Day 15 = Day 10 of the cruise.

I know, it’s complicated and I should be hung on some of that cacti on South Plaza Island for being confusing. But if that happened, I’d be hanging off cacti my entire life.

So we’ll just continue how we began.

The afternoon of April 30th took us to Santa Fe Island, which is also known as Barrington. It has a lovely little bay where large cruise ships can’t anchor. But catamarans with 16 passengers can. For me, this is another plus of going on a boat with a small number of passengers. Quite simply, your itinerary allows you to visit more sites. We were able to go kayaking from our anchorage point off Santa Fe. The Cormorant only has two kayaks, so two couples would go out, kayak around, then come back.

Over the two-week trip, I believe there were only two opportunities to use the kayaks. Indeed, I began to wonder why they were on-board. Both opportunities occurred during Week 2 of the cruise. I can’t remember where the other opportunity was, because I didn’t take advantage of it. Sorry about the lousy note-taking!

Santa Fe has tons of sea lions! They make a lot of noise as they bark and groan and roll around on the sand.

By this point the sea lions on the beaches were beginning to remind me of beagles. However, instead of rollng around in dead fish during spawning season (if you’re dumb enough to let your beagle near the spawning creek) (I assure you, I am usually not), they roll around in sand. They are so cute. They are beagle cute. Hence the expression, “Cute as a beagle!”

Santa Fe’s vegetation was similar to South Plazas Island. However, both islands were totally different from the vegetation we encountered on Week 1 of our cruise. We walked a relaxing path around the island.

A wee spider. Not the sort of thing you want to encounter! On Santa Fe and other islands during Week 2, we had to be careful not to walk straight into a craftily constructed spider web. Our guide, while trying to get rid of a spider web for his guests, accidentally got bitten on the face. He did not turn into Spider-Man (awwwww). However, the bite looked very uncomfortable for the next few days.

A sign for the dumb North Americanos who might otherwise go too far. Notice how the birds don’t crap on the rocks or the vegetation? No, they’re crapping on the sign. The sign is silently screaming “Stop!” but the birds do not listen.

A relaxing kayak with My Liege. Hah.

I’ve only gone kayaking one time before the Galapagos, during a group trip to Salt Spring Island in B.C. That was a long time ago, and the main thing I remember is that I was not very good at kayaking. Turned out a lot hadn’t changed between Salt Spring Island and Santa Fe! I’m still not good at it. I lost my hat. I forced my husband to turn back and rescue it before it drowned. He claimed he had to do all the work of rowing, or whatever you call it. Apparently, I was supposed to watch what he was doing and somehow, miraculously, then know what to do myself. Really, I’m just supposed to lounge in the back of the kayak like Cleopatra on a river barge. After all these years, you’d think my husband would realize this. So our kayaking trip, while fun…I prefer the snorkeling. No one’s relying on me. I can screw up to my heart’s content!

I have another excuse for my lousy kayaking skills, however. You see, the sea sickness that had plagued me at the beginning of our trip was returning. Knowing I get motion sickness, on the day we flew from Quito to the Galapagos, I began wearing this medicinal patch behind my ear. You wear one for three days behind one ear and then you wear the second one for three days behind the other ear. I had hoped that by the time I finished wearing the patch for 6 days, my sea sickness would subside. I was also nibbling ginger and wearing those acupuncture wrist bands, both of which were supposed to help. Once I went off the ear patch, however, it took a couple of days, but I grew progressively more woozy. The day we went kayaking, I wasn’t quite ready to go back on the patch. But a day later I had to miss a snorkeling opportunity because I felt so woozy. At this point, I was glad I’d brought along extra ear patches.

If you get seasick, do not count on “getting used to it.” I got “used to” the motion of the boat, to walking up and down the stairs to the sundeck, etc., as in I became more physically adept at these activities. But I could not give up my dependence on the patch. So take plenty!

One of the other passengers was doing far worse than moi, however. She was feeling so poorly that the Cormorant headed toward San Cristobal to get her something for her stomach. Along the way, we passed Kicker Rock, where we would snorkel in two more days. Kicker Rock is so beautiful! I must have taken a million pictures. Nothing but seeing it in real life can do it justice, but here’s a taste as we’re motoring past to get nausea medication for another guest:

In two days, we would be snorkeling around the smaller of the two humongous rocks. We snorkeled all around it. It was amazing.

I have a lot of views of Kicker Rock. You might be sick of it by the time we leave the vicinity. This was our first glimpse, we had several others, and I don’t think I could ever tire of the sight of Kicker Rock. That would be like getting sick of looking at the amazing beautiful lakes we have in my part of British Columbia. Just not gonna happen. Your mileage may vary.

Catching Claire Release!

Thursday, November 1st, 2012

It’ll still be a few days until I have time to update the Books pages on my website, so I’m going ahead and posting about the release of Catching Claire, Story 2 in LOVE & OTHER CALAMITIES, here—including the blurb, story cover, and an excerpt! Drum roll…

Catching Claire is now available for Kindle, Kobo, on Apple iTunes, Smashwords, and from All Romance Ebooks (a great place to get a PDF, if you don’t have an e-reader)! By the way, Deceiving Derek, Story 1 in the series, is now up at All Romance Ebooks, too!

Smashwords will distribute to NOOK, Sony, and other venues, but it will take a couple of weeks, or more. Unfortunately, as a Canadian, I can not upload directly to Barnes and Noble’s PubIt venue, so if you’re hankering for a copy of Catching Claire in ePub format for your NOOK right away, please visit Smashwords or ARe.

Blurb:

When Claire Merriweather hires hunky future doctor Ridge Pederson to strip at a friend’s bachelorette party, she never imagines she’ll wake up in his bed. Well, she imagines it—but now it’s happened. Big problem: Claire’s memory is fuzzy. Did they do the bouncy? Or did Ridge reject her? Either way…oh-oh, her heart’s in trouble!

Cover by LFD Author Designs:

Excerpt!

Stripping off his clothes in a room full of women was not Ridge Pedersen’s idea of a good time. But how could he refuse when the gigs paid a good portion of his med school bills?

Exiting the elevator, he patted the tiny bag of coins in the pocket of his sleep pants. As he strode toward the apartment building’s laundry, a sour alcohol scent emanated from the basket balanced against his hip. He wrinkled his nose.

Over the last month, riotous bachelorette parties had crammed his summer weekends. Women mauled him, grabbed him, “forgot” to tip him—and sometimes puked on him. Thankfully, the latter hadn’t occurred at tonight’s job, although several women had slugged back oversized drinks comprised of vodka, various liqueurs, and cream. More than once, the petite future bride had offered Ridge a sip from her sticky cup, splashing his cop costume.

Shaking his head at the memory, he shouldered into the laundry room and jerked to a stop. Beside the bulletin board, a curvy brunette shook her booty in a short, purple nightie that did wonders to her thighs. As she danced with her back to him, she curled a messy wave of brown hair behind her ear. A skinny electronics cord dangled from her earlobe, most likely attached to a miniscule music player tucked…somewhere interesting, he hoped.

Wow, she almost made up for tonight’s annoyances.

Almost.

Her singing sucked.

The door slammed shut as Ridge walked past Claire Merriweather’s jiggling butt and set his basket on the first washing machine in the row. Claire had hired him for tonight’s party. However, the reserved tones of her voice mail requesting his services in no way matched her enthusiastic bouncing on spiky sandals. Purple panties peeked from the hem of her lingerie as she danced, and countless straps crisscrossed her spine. Swinging a plastic cup, she cannibalized an upbeat song about kissing girls.

“I copped a feel—hiccup!” she belted in a sharp soprano. “La, la, la, his—hic—nightstick!”

Ridge recognized the side of her head, although not her daring outfit. During his performance in a fourth-floor apartment of the building, she’d remained within his vantage point in the hostess’s kitchen, prepping snacks and mixing drinks. She’d worn totally different clothes then. A conservative blouse and jeans that had nicely hugged her round behind.

How had the girl who’d avoided his gaze while paying him at the door transformed into this out-of-tune sex kitten?

Her glass swung again. The creamy concoction sloshed onto the scuffed linoleum beside a humming dryer.

Ridge’s mouth quirked. Naturally. The booze.

“Hello,” he called.

Her eyes fluttered half-open. Poking her tiny earphone, she bastardized the song again.

“Hello!” Ridge walked toward her, banging the washers. Her gaze riveted to the bulletin board.

He frowned. Didn’t she realize her vulnerable position? A woman alone in the unlocked laundry donned in lacy nightwear placed herself in unnecessary danger. Any loser—not him—could waltz in and see her.

Take advantage of her.

Attack her—

She licked an ad on the flyer-infested bulletin board.

Licked it!

Narrowing his gaze, Ridge stopped directly behind her. She tongued the ad a second time. His ad. For his stripping business.

Nine of the original thirteen detachable paper strips inscribed with his cell phone number hung from the glossy eight-by-ten. Butchering the pop song, Claire Merriweather tore off every last slip. Giggling, she stuffed them into her top.

Ridge rolled his eyes. In the color photo adorning the flyer, he wore the navy policeman costume she’d specified for the party. Stainless steel handcuffs dangled from his thick black belt while he gripped a strategically positioned nightstick. The intentional visual had netted him a generous profit as one of two part-time summer jobs. Under other circumstances, Claire’s thievery might flatter him. But registration for second-year med school occurred in a week.

Nobody messed with his tuition money.

He stepped within an inch of her. “Excuse me?” Voice hard, he tapped her shoulder.

Shrieking, she jumped. Her drink winged out of the cup, drenching the flyer. One of her ear buds popped out, the white cord swaying.

Ridge, you idiot. What on earth was he thinking, scaring the pants off her?

“Sorry.” Grasping her shoulders, he turned her around. “I hit the washers to catch your attention—”

“It’s you!” Green eyes wide, she thumped the empty cup onto the droning dryer. “My cop-a-feel!” She threw her arms around his neck. Her full breasts crushed the loose T-shirt covering his chest, and the sweet aroma of Irish Cream drifted from her lips.

Ridge pushed her away and held her there. Not that he didn’t appreciate her enthusiasm. In fact, certain parts of his body appreciated it too much.

“You were at the party tonight,” he reminded her in case her neurons had misfired. “You hired me for your friend, Tanya. I danced with her. In Alicia Maxwell’s apartment. Remember?”

A loopy grin plastered Claire Merriweather’s face. “I wouldn’t exactly say I hired you for Tanya.” The papers advertising his cell number fluttered in her top. The purple nightie—babydolls, that was it—had wide shoulder straps and lacy stuff that nipped at her waist and flared at her hips. He liked the tiny white bows along the hem. He liked the large bow centered on her cleavage even better. But…

Up close, on a wildness scale of one to ten, Claire’s outfit rated a three. The neckline didn’t plunge, and the skirt concealed her butt—when she wasn’t bouncing around. The papers jutting from her top and the dangling music cord lent her the appearance of a disorganized cat burglar on a midnight heist.

“Oh yeah, you hired me for Tanya,” Ridge stated. “She’s the bride.”

Claire’s dimples flashed. “You look like Demi Moore’s ex.”

Ridge squinted. “Bruce Willis?”

“No, silly. The young one. Don’t you—hic—twit?”

“What? Oh, you mean tweet.”

“Uh-huh. Twit.” She lifted a finger, and his grip on her slackened. “Soshul networking. Ash-hic has an account.” She nodded sagely. “You should sign up. You’d get a ton more calls.”

Ridge grunted. “If you hadn’t destroyed my ad, I’d get calls the conventional way.”

Her eyebrows wiggled. “You pack quite a package, Ridge.” Her gaze traveled to his pajama pants, which he wore commando.

His jaw firmed. May lightning strike me dead. Now. I’ll donate my body to science.

Two weeks ago, when Claire had hired him over the phone, her voice had sounded professional. Sensible. They’d discussed his rates and arrival time at Alicia Maxwell’s apartment, the duration and heat level of his performance. He had no problem flirting and stripping to a leather G-string, but drew the line at mimicking sex with the guest of honor.

In tonight’s case, Tanya, Claire’s friend.

He released her shoulders. Her hands whipped under his T-shirt. Jesus! Her palms skated over his pecs and abs. His pajama pants ran the risk of tenting in an energetic salute.

“Make love with me,” she murmured.

“Stop.” Grabbing her wrists, Ridge flipped her hands back out. “Claire. I don’t know what you think I’m advertising—” other than the party dances “—but I will not sleep with you.”

“Aw.” She pouted. “Not even if I tip you?”

“Especially not then.”

She blinked. “What’s wrong with me?”

“I don’t pick up drunk women.” Actually, between the med school grind and grabbing whatever work fit his busy schedule, he hadn’t gotten laid in longer than he cared to consider.

“I’m not drunk,” Claire enunciated very clearly. Her bleary eyes signified otherwise.

“It doesn’t matter.” Ridge released her wrists.

“You won’t take me home?” She wobbled on her sandals. “No one ever takes me home. No one says I’m beautiful. Everybody thinks I’m fat. No one loves me. Everyone loves Tanya. Everyone loves Lacey. Some people even love Alicia. But I’m unlovable!”

“You’re not unlovable. And you’re definitely not fat.” Why did women think all men wanted to date human pogo sticks?

“If I were five-seven and had great boobs, then would you have sex with me?”

Ridge trained his gaze on her face. “You do have great boobs.” From what he’d noticed moments ago.

“You’re not looking at them. You’re not feeling them.” Flinging her arms in the air, she launched herself at him. “Catch!”

Instinctively, Ridge’s hands shot up. Her rack landed in his palms. Oops.

“There.” Her loopy smile returned. “Now tell me they aren’t great.”

“I never said they weren’t great.” Damn, they felt amazing. Spilling over his fingers. Firm yet soft. Perfection.

Don’t look down.

He looked down. His thumb edged the center bow, his fingers pressing the paper strips lining her bare skin above the modest neckline.

Look back up, Pederson. Don’t you dare squeeze these babies. Not even once.

She slumped against him. Ridge stumbled back a step as her temple knocked his chin and her head sagged onto his shoulder. Her arms flopped at his sides.

“Claire?” He glanced at her face.

Her mouth had slackened with sleep, her eyes sealed shut.

Damn it.

She’d passed out with her hot knockers filling his hands. What the hell did he do now?

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