November 30, 2012

Cara Marsi - Book Tour

 I've partner with Buy The Book Tours and my debut tour is author, Cara Marsi. Please give Cara a warm welcome.


Murder Mi Amore

Murder, jewel thieves and terrorists intrude on an American woman's Roman holiday; can she trust the sexy, mysterious Italian man who comes to her aid?
Buy Link: Amazon

Award-winning author Cara Marsi is a former corporate drone and cubicle dweller with a romantic soul. She craves books with happy endings and loves to write about strong heroes and the independent women they love. She also loves to put her characters in dangerous situations and situations that are merely dangerous to their hearts and watch them fight for the happy endings they deserve.

She credits her love of romance to the old Thirties and Forties romantic comedies she watched on late night TV growing up. She's published in contemporary romance, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, and has also published numerous short romance stories in national magazines. She and her husband enjoy traveling and she loves to write about the places they've visited. They share their house with a fat black diva of a cat named Killer. 

Lexie Cortese is in Rome to forget. The last thing she expects is to meet a sexy Interpol agent who suspects her of being part of a terrorist plot involving a stolen diamond. Suddenly thrust into a world of murders, muggings, and kidnappings, Lexie doesn't know what to think--or who to believe.

Dominic Brioni's assignment is simple. Befriend the American and bring her to justice. Only Lexie seems the most unlikely terrorist Dominic has ever met. Sweet, determined, and direct, she faces life with courage and fire, a fire that sparks his protective instincts and a longing for something more--something he allowed himself to hope for only


Lexie had started to run to him when someone grabbed her arm, pulling her around. A man, his face hidden by a ski mask, held tightly to her. Her shock ratcheted to fear. “Let go,” she yelled, trying to jerk her arm away from him, but his grip tightened. The dim light from the balcony above illuminated his flat black eyes. She had seen those eyes before. Holy shit. She was in trouble. The masked man grabbed for her purse. She screamed, and with strength she didn’t know she possessed, whammed him on the head with her purse. He staggered back, swearing, and slipped and fell. Lights and freedom beckoned from the nearby Via Corsi, but all Lexie could think about was Dominic. Turning on her heels, she ran to him, slipping on the ancient stones herself as Dominic struggled to stand. But before she could reach him, the mugger caught up with her and grabbed her shoulder, twisting her around. Dominic sprang up and flew at the mugger, knocking him to the ground. The two men grappled, rolling together on the cobbled street. Lexie, her heart thumping wildly, looked for an opening to bean the mugger again, to give Dominic a better chance at overcoming him.

“Stop it! Stop it! Leave him alone!” The mugger ended up on top, and she whaled away with her bag, getting in any shot she could.

Shouts and the slap of running feet vibrated through the alley. The mugger swore, jumped up, and raced away, a few men giving chase. Several others helped Dominic to stand, yelling in excited voices, and gesturing toward where their attacker had disappeared.

Dominic winced in pain. Lexie looked down at his ripped, blood-soaked pant leg. “Dominic, you’ve got to get to the hospital. You’re bleeding.”

“I’m okay,” he said. “It is nothing.” Brushing dirt off his jacket, he turned to the men and said something in rapid Italian. With nods, they strode away.

Breathing heavily, Lexie disagreed. “You’re not okay. We’ll get a cab and take you to the hospital.”

He cupped her shoulders. “I’ve been through worse. I’m fine. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“No. I’m…” The full impact of what had happened hit her. The adrenaline that had given her strength suddenly dissipated and she began to tremble. “I’m not okay.”

“Lexie.” Dominic moved forward to take her into his arms. She held on for dear life, needing his strength. He rubbed his hand along her back. “It’s okay, Lexie. We’re both okay. You’re safe with me.”

She clung to him. It wasn’t her imagination. Strange things were happening. She had nothing anyone could want. She didn’t know who to trust. Dominic said she was safe with him. But was she really?

How did you spend your summer?

As a writer, I pretty much work 24/7. With my third novel near completion, and two others in the works, along with my editor responsibilities with Soul Mate Publishing, there is little time for fun. Although, I must admit, writing is in itself—fun.

My husband, however, does on occasion wrestle my fingers from the keyboard and takes me out for a little rest and relaxation. 

We spent a lot of time in our pool with the grandchildren.

Here's my son, J.D., and my grandson Wesley enjoying the day.

 My daughter was married.

A photo of the bride, Michelle, and her new husband, Mike. Yeah!

 Spent a few days at Myrtle Beach


Had a great time at Elkhart Speedway and got to sit in a really cool racecar.

And, attended my Romance Writing Association Conference where I was honored for my first sale, and my volunteer work as Pro-Liaison for my Wisconsin chapter. That's Diane Pearson, a Soul Mate sister standing next to me in the blue sweater! Small world, I didn't know she lived in Wisconsin until I heard her name called out to come up and receive her flower and gift. Fun!

And lastly, we made a quick trip to Vegas for the Sema show, did some gambling, and finally made it over to take a Hoover Dam Tour. That was fun!


All in all, it was a fun summer and over far too quickly. Now, it's time to settle in for a long Wisconsin winter … and write, write, write!

November 25, 2012

I Won The Worst Swag - Ever

I was the Black Friday winner of Saving Casey's temporary face tattoos, from my fellow author and critique partner, Liza O'Connor. Check out my new tats!  (below)

How to Mar Your Beauty with Saving Casey's Tattoos:

So, you wish to be a ghoul.

1) Wash face. Temp tattoos do best on clean face.

2) Then dry your face. Your tats will not stick on a wet surface.

3) Cut around your tats as close as you can with scissors) Decide exactly where you want to put it. (This is your last chance to decide it might look better on your arm or ass than your face). Also, don't put it on the soft tissue of your bottom eyelid.  Pay attention exactly where you wish to place them so they are symmetrical.

4) With DRY hands, remove the shiny side of plastic.

5) Apply the tattoo to your skin and press firmly for 20 seconds. (If you have second thoughts during your twenty seconds, it is TOO LATE -keep going.)

6) With a slightly wet, preferably new, and certainly clean sponge, press against the white paper now adhered to your once pretty face. Make sure you get all of it wet, including the sections near your eyes and the bottom tips and edges.

7) When the paper backing become transparent so you see the 'crap, why did I do this' tattoo beneath, gently remove the backing. If you meet resistance, apply the sponge a bit longer to that section.

8) Once the backing is removed from the first tattoo, then comes the hard part: Try and put the second tattoo in the same location on the other side. 

But Liza, I cannot see anything but the paper backing.

Liza's response:
Umm, Thanks, Liza?
That's why it's the hard part. Hope you remember exactly how far from the eye you placed the first.

Once you have both tats on, go out and buy several packets of eye liner pencils and 1 black lipstick. (opps, I should have mentioned that earlier. My bad.)

Buy my book, Saving Casey, or go to my website and study the eye area of Cass. Then start coloring (with the black eyeliner.) It will take several pencils to get the job done. You'll be surprised how little eyeliner you get in an eyeliner pencil.

But Liza, I've got this blank space between my lower lid and the tat.

Liza's response: I sure do hope so. Color it in with the eyeliner pencil.

But Liza, I've run out of eyeliner pencils.

Liza's response: Go back to the store and buy more. The store clerks could use another laugh.

Now once you've achieved full 'Saving Casey' status, go out and achieve your objectives, only try not to put Grams in the hospital. You'll feel terrible if you do and I'm poor as a starving artist is supposed to be, so suing me is useless...besides I told you not to do it.

Removal of Tattoos:

Okay, you've come to sanity, and just like New Cass, you realize you do not want to go through life having people gasp, curse, and laugh at you. (Polite strangers will gasp, Relatives and friends will ask 'What the hell have you done to your face?!!!! and rude strangers will point and laugh.)

You're feeling a bit like the elephant man and want to be normal again.

With your nail, lift one corner of the tattoo off the skin and gently tug. If you have had it on long enough for it to dry, it should come off like a bandaid.  HOWEVER, if like me, you want to remove the hideous tats at once. (I know what I was thinking, when I put the tat on. I couldn't ask my teenage actress to put it on until a)I could tell her how to do so, and b) ensure it actually would come off. But what were you thinking?)

Plea to Liza: Well, I did put on the tattoo, and I hate it and want it off immediately. Only it's not peeling off like you said it would. It's rolling into clumps.

Liza's response: Been there, done that. Don't panic. They say you can apply acetone to your face with a cotton ball.

But Liza, you didn't tell me to buy acetone.

Liza's response:  Honestly, I didn't expect you to put this tattoo on your face at all, but if you were so playful to do so, then I expected you to wear it long enough for the adhesive to dry out a bit. However, I didn't have acetone lying about my house either, and so I got a warm washcloth and gently scrubbed my face, peeling more and more of the balled tattoo off. Took me about five minutes vs. two seconds to remove, but compared to New Cass who has to go through 8-20 painful procedures to get her tats removed, I still have to call it an easy removal.

 Liza, you aren't funny.

Liza's response: OUCH, THAT HURTS!

November 21, 2012

You've Got The LOOK

Hi, everyone!  It’s time for a little fun. I’ve been tagged by Su Halfwerk with "You've got the LOOK." Su is not only a great author, she’s my book trailer designer. You can check out Su's excerpt here:

The concept of this tagging is to take my latest work in progress or current manuscript and search for the word "look" then post some of the surrounding text/paragraphs and tag 5 authors.  

I chose my newest Work in Progress, currently titled, ABDUCTING CASEY. Although, the name will be changing as soon as I can figure it out! I’ve just finished this story, and will be sending it to my publisher shortly.

Here’s the blurb:

Held captive somewhere in the mountains by men intent on blackmail, Casey Gillette soon discovers her only chance to survive is to trust the one man among her captors who seems different from the rest

Undercover Cop: 
As an undercover cop, Matt Sash has had to make plenty of tough calls in the field before, but this may be his toughest one yet. Only days away from taking down a U.S. jihadists group, he’s thrust into the role of protector to the beautiful woman being used as a pawn in the deadly game.
With Time Running Out:
A desperate game ensues, and it's up to him to stop an act of terror and save the woman he loves.
Now, for the excerpt. 

For clarifications sake, Rock, is Matt’s undercover name. 


“I can’t tell you, Casey. You just need to—”
She pushed his hand away and rolled her eyes. “I know, trust you. You said that already. But what you didn’t say is why? Why should I trust you?”
His expression hardened. “Because I’m the only thing standing between you, and them.” He jerked his thumb toward the door.
She gulped. “Why don't you just let me go?" Her voice trembled a little.
Rock's eyes flashed with an emotion that looked a lot like regret.
"I'm sorry, sweetness. But I can’t do that."
She narrowed her eyes. "The name is Casey. Use it."
She liked how he called her sweetness far too much. The way his deep voice softened, making her think of satin sheets and sex.
Rock smiled that devastating smile. His warm puppy eyes licked her as he ran the back of his hand gently across her cheek. "Casey."
Her name rolled off his tongue in a sensual caress.
Her breath hitched and her knees went weak, his soft touch sending tingles throughout her body.
Hell. That didn’t help.
She folded her arms across her chest, her lips pressed firmly together, barely refraining from stomping her foot in frustration. How could a giant of a man named Rock be so tender? She couldn't remember the last time she'd quivered from a man’s touch. Never. She’d never quivered.
Her frown deepened. Why him? She wasn't even sure if he was a good man?