|Posted by mandybaggot on July 31, 2015 at 2:00 AM||comments (0)|
Now, as some of your might know, I am a HUGE fan of Sons of Anarchy and so is my lovely author friend, Michelle Betham! But, unlike me (for the time being!) she's gone on to create her own motorcycle club and some terrific characters in a trilogy of books set in this dark, dangerous and sexy world.
The third book in the series, Resurrection is OUT NOW and I urge you to buy all three! I've read number one and two and three are on my Kindle ready and waiting!
Here's all you need to know about Michelle and the latest book about these bad, bad boys and girls!
‘Resurrection’ – Book #3 in The Lone Riders MC Romance Series
Forgetting the past can be dangerous. Re-living it can be deadly…
Someone in the shadows wants Coby Walker dead.
He’s not the only one.
Someone wants to bring The Lone Riders down.
He isn’t alone.
The club is in danger, but even Coby isn’t aware how deep that danger runs. How personal it’s all become. How many lives are at risk because he got distracted…
Ben Salter didn’t want to return to a life he’d left behind.
He was happy.
He was in love.
He was moving on.
But all of a sudden he finds himself thrust back into that world he’d never intended to return to, as the person he’d swore he’d never be again.
He thought he could handle it.
He thought pushing her away would be easy.
He was wrong.
Lines become blurred and loyalties confused as Ben’s need to avenge a past he couldn’t forget intensifies. And as his world quickly spirals out of control, that past starts to threaten his future; truths are revealed that change everything, and a secret is exposed that threatens to destroy the one thing that can keep him from falling apart – the one person who can save him; a secret that leads to a bitter betrayal that becomes a catalyst for an endgame he’d never wanted to play out…
Messed-up loyalties and a dangerous loss of focus puts The Lone Riders at risk; puts their resurrection in jeopardy. And they should have seen it coming…
Michelle Betham is an ex-media technician turned author of hot, edgy, gritty romance, usually involving rock stars, sports stars, and bikers. But not usually all in the same book. Yet.
She is both self-published and published through HarperImpulse, a division of HarperCollins Publishers.
Addicted to binge-watching TV dramas she struggles to think of a life before Netflix, loves rock music, tattoos, spicy food, and Keanu Reeves - a crush that's lasted over twenty years, and one she blames entirely on 'Point Break'...
Her dream is to ride a Harley. And visit Las Vegas. And be able to eat any amount of chocolate without putting on weight...
She lives in County Durham, north-east England, with her husband and West Highland Terrier, where she can be found most days drinking tea and making up stories.
|Posted by mandybaggot on July 28, 2015 at 2:00 AM||comments (0)|
I'm thrilled to be taking part in another Written Fireside story put together by the wonderful Lori Connelly!
This story is extra special because it's eventually going to be published with all the proceeds going to the great charity Pets for Vets.
Written Fireside: Can't You See?
Noah Hale is an author suffering from PTSD related insomnia, needing peace and sleep. All he wants is to be left alone. A certain little dog has other ideas.
Amanda Bell, a teacher, is grieving the loss of her sister, Rachel. Caring for her sister’s dog is comforting until a new neighbor moves in the other half of her duplex. Suddenly, the dog starts escaping her yard, running off to the man on the other side of the fence.
Read the first five parts here:-
Part One - Lori Connelly
Part Two - Elsa Winckler
Part Three - Angela Campbell
Part Four - Jane Hunt
Part Five - Charlotte Phillips
Can’t You See? – Part 6
The truth was Amanda knew exactly what Noah was going through. The difference between them was she was coming out the other side.
She’d opted to make cocoa instead of milk. As she made it, looking through into the lounge room where Noah had Gertie sprawled across those taut thighs, she saw the image of herself just after she’d lost Rachel.
He had all the hallmarks of someone living through a trauma and then some! Busy hands. She watched his strong fingers raking through Gertie’s fur, his eyes searching the mid-distance. Lack of mindfulness. Not being present in the moment, mind racing. She would bet anything, laying out on the ground out there in the yard he’d had palpitations, flashbacks, memories of all the things that scared him and had scarred him.
She swallowed, stirring a spoon into the brown liquid in two mugs on the counter top. She didn’t know if she was ready to confront this. Was she strong enough to be of any help to him?
As if hearing her thoughts Gertie let out a woof which drew Noah’s attention out of his thoughts and back to her. She smiled, lifting the mugs up and preparing to join him.
No matter how cute this woman was he shouldn’t be here. What was he doing here? The muscles in his legs tensed and Gertie raised her head, her soulful eyes meeting his. This damn dog. What was wrong with it? Right now they were both being owned by a freaking canine.
Noah watched Amanda stepping towards him with two steaming mugs. How good hot chocolate was going to mix with Red Bull he wasn’t sure but hell, what did he have to lose? Any dignity he’d been holding onto had evaporated the second his ass hit the ground in her yard. The way Amanda was looking at him now signalled she was about ready to host him the pity party of the year. He swallowed. He shouldn’t be so quick to judge. Forming opinions too quickly, linking them to feelings from his past was not how to move on. Mary’s words resonated hard.
Amanda offered a mug towards him and he accepted it, cradling it in his palms and guarding it from Gertie’s open jaws. ‘Thank you,’ he said.
He took a sip, letting the scalding liquid take the skin from his tongue while his eyes watched Amanda sit in the adjacent chair. She folded her lithe legs underneath herself, settling into the cushions. Comfort. He didn’t even know what that was.
‘Do you suffer from PTSD?’
The direct question made the cup jolt in his hands and chocolate dripped onto his pants, just missing Gertie.
‘I’m sorry,’ Noah said, shifting forward. The dog needed to get down now. This was a mistake. He needed to get out of here. Suddenly the room felt stifling. ‘I’ve just remember I really need to get back and…’
‘It’s OK,’ she cut him off. ‘You’re safe.’
Safe. Nothing can hurt you here. Amanda remembered those therapies like they were yesterday. She would never have thought she would be using what she’d picked up on someone else. Was that what she wanted to do? Help Noah? Heal him? Was she completely healed herself?
This time it was a slow build but she could still sense it, trying to escape the corners of her mind, growing bigger and stronger with every passing second. The lights of the oncoming traffic, the sounds of the engines, horns blasting, the radio playing a Blake Shelton number and Rachel singing along. Amanda could feel her heart speeding up like someone had given her a shot of adrenaline. She hadn’t even been in that car but she felt it like it was part of her. No. Her mind was firm. You will not go back to that time or that place. You will not let this loss control you.
Noah was watching her. This was important. She had to tell him. Not for him but for her.
She took a breath and tried to still. Busy hands. She clasped her fingers over her knees, hugging her limbs to her body. ‘I’ve been suffering from PTSD since my sister passed.’ She let the information sink in for a second. ‘I think I know a little of how you feel.’ She swallowed, looking to Gertie. ‘And this girl seems to know just about everything.’
Part 7 will be with Susan Horsnell next week!
|Posted by mandybaggot on July 27, 2015 at 4:55 AM||comments (0)|
Did you know that my bestselling novels were written in my bedroom? I know that sounds quite kinky and you might think the love scenes came easy writing in a boudoir, but when you consider how much time I spend writing, to write in the same place I sleep means I live in one room pretty much most of the time!
So, what to do? Well, after trying to find a nook in my house to call mine and mine alone and realising there was nowhere to set up writing camp, there was only one thing for it!
Yes, at the weekend we headed out to Dunster House in Warminster to peruse some possible offices and the one above was my favourite BUT as we toured around and talked to the lovely Grant, I could see Mr Big's eyes getting larger and as they grew so did the size of the log cabin!
In the end we got two quotes. One for the building in the photos above and one for the building above PLUS an extension to it. Mr Big is talking sofa bed, family room, shower and toilet. I closed my ears when he mentioned a pool table. This is supposed to be MY space! A lovely inspiring space overlooking Sting's land at the bottom of my garden, perfect for increasing my productivity and escaping from the children (whoops, getting carried away!). So now we're in a dilemma. Do we spend a bit more money and get a big building with a separate closed off space for me plus an additional room for the family or do we spend less and make it all about me?
I have to say I was very impressed with the cost and design of the buildings at Dunster House and when we've made a decision we will definitely be going back there!
|Posted by mandybaggot on July 16, 2015 at 5:30 AM||comments (0)|
I've still recovering from last weekend's Romantic Novelists' Association Conference. It was a hoot and I ate and drank far too much and laughed until my sides hurt! I will be sharing all the gossip, photos and goings on in my August post for Loveahappyending Lifestyle! But to tease you here's one photo from my buddy Rachel Lyndhurst where I look like Michael McIntyre!
I've just finished one round of edits on my next Bookouture release coming in the autumn and I'm about to start working on something new! No details on that because not even I'm sure!
|Posted by mandybaggot on June 17, 2015 at 9:35 AM||comments (0)|
I can't believe I'm actually writing these words. Today Truly Madly Greekly hit the dizzy heights of #24 on Amazon UK! It's also #3 on Kobo!
I am absolutely thrilled to bits to have sold this many copies of a book so close to my heart! And I've had so many terrific reviews, emails, messages about how much everyone is enjoying it.
Thank you all so much for your support! Let's keep it going!
|Posted by mandybaggot on June 8, 2015 at 5:35 AM||comments (4)|
Kalimera! Yes, even though I'm back from Corfu I'm still very much living the Greek life and fondly remembering another wonderful week at the Mareblue Beach Hotel.
And thank you so much for all your support while I was away! I had reviews and comments about the book the whole time I was in Greece. It felt so lovely to know you were all reading about the place I was staying at.
And Truly Madly Greekly has made the Amazon Top 50! For most authors it's a dream to make the Amazon Top 100 - to get even higher is just AMAZING! And Bookouture have made that dream come true for me! I'm so proud of this book and it means so much more because the location is a place so close to my heart. Thank you for buying your copy and, if you haven't yet, it's only 99p!
Don't forget, if you have your copy of the book, take a photo of the cover, or you reading it, perhaps on your holidays or in your garden etc. and upload it to Twitter or Facebook using #TrulyMadlyGreekly. One photo will be picked to win a £50 Amazon voucher! What's not to love!
|Posted by mandybaggot on May 22, 2015 at 2:00 AM||comments (0)|
|Posted by mandybaggot on May 15, 2015 at 8:55 AM||comments (0)|
It's so exciting! It's only 7 more sleeps until Truly Madly Greekly is published!
I thought you might like to meet my gorgeous hero, Yan today! I know lots of you who have already read review copies of the book have an idea of what Yan looks like in your own mind - well, here is what Yan looked like in mine!
Do we approve?
Don't forget you can pre-order Truly Madly Greekly for just 99p here!
And why not join the Truly Madly Greekly Publication Party on Facebook. I'm already giving away prizes!
Get ready to...
|Posted by mandybaggot on April 16, 2015 at 2:05 PM||comments (0)|
It's only 5 weeks to go until my first Bookoture release is launched!
I can't wait for 22 May when I send my 10th book out into the world! And it's pretty special because of the Corfu connection.
I wrote my very first novel, Excess All Areas, back in 2005, after I fell in love with Corfu on my very first holiday there. It seems only fitting that my 10th book is also set in Corfu and that I'm still going on holiday there!
Truly Madly Greekly is getting some BRILLIANT pre-launch reviews on Goodreads and it's also currently #2 in the New Chick Lit Summer 2015 list. If you fancy giving it a vote I would really appreciate it. Just click this link.
I've got lots of gorgeous summery prizes for the Truly Madly Greekly launch party so make sure you've accepted your invite on Facebook here.
And stand by, if you buy a copy of Truly Madly Greekly (currently only 99p to preorder), you have the chance to enter an AMAZING competition! So what are you waiting for? One-click the book and get ready to hear what you can win in something that's going to last all summer long!
|Posted by mandybaggot on March 17, 2015 at 3:00 AM||comments (0)|
I'm so excited! It's my turn on Written Fireside this week and my first attempt at writing a proper historical western!
If you want to catch up on the story from the very beginning, here are all the links you need to the previous parts:-
Part One - Lori Connelly
Part Two - Paty Jager
Part Three - Julie Lence
Part Four - Susan Horsnell
Part Five - Aileen Harkwood
Part Six - AJ Nuest
And here is my part, Part Seven...
‘Don’t you move another damn inch, Montgomery Anderson.’
Fannie’s tone was threatening but Daniel picked up on the slight tremble of fear. He watched her settle her feet down into the dirt, her arms raising the shotgun, her eye trained down the barrel.
‘You ain’t gonna shoot me,’ Montgomery stated. He waved his weapon in challenge.
The man swaggered forward, his boots kicking up dust, his tan pants already licked with dirt. He looked weathered, his long hair underneath his Stetson, greying and limp. But he was still pointing a handgun at them.
‘Please… we’re sorry,’ Will said, big frightened eyes directed at Montgomery.
Marigold was still in Daniel’s arms, her eyes flickering shut, her wound still bleeding, he shifted his eyes to Fannie and set his voice low. ‘You know this man?’
‘Yes, I know him. The whole town knows him. For all the wrong reasons.’ Fannie made no move to lower the weapon.
‘It isn’t like you think, Miss, not really,’ Will spluttered.
Montgomery continued to slowly pace toward them. If he got any closer Daniel suspected Fannie wouldn’t hold off from firing. He had to do something.
‘You, boy, get over here,’ Montgomery barked at Will.
‘You stay right here,’ Fannie responded.
The boy looked flustered, not knowing which way to turn.
‘Give me the girl,’ Montgomery snarled.
‘She’s hurt.’ Fannie held fast to her aim. ‘And she’s not your property.’
The man laughed then, throwing his head back and dropping his gun a little. Fannie seized her opportunity and fired. BANG!
The shot hit the dirt just half an inch from Montgomery Anderson’s right foot. He creased his face into a snarl and took aim with his pistol.
‘Drop your weapon, sir, I’m from the marshal’s office,’ Daniel tensed every muscle he possessed, layering his words with conviction.
Montgomery noisily hocked back a mouthful of saliva and spat it to the ground. ‘I don’t care if you’re God himself.’ He thinned out his lips. ‘Give me the girl.’
The whimper came from Marigold and Daniel straightaway looked down into those emerald eyes. ‘It’s going to be just fine, sweetheart.’
‘Is she gonna be alright?’ Will asked, fear in his voice.
‘Take her inside,’ Fannie ordered, not moving her eyes from Montgomery.
‘You don’t move an inch,’ Montgomery warned, his gun poised. ‘I’ve looked after that girl and those boys since their parents passed and I don’t intend on stopping now.’
Daniel saw what that statement had done to Fannie’s composure. The shotgun was wavering now as she stared at the man, trying to take in what he’d just said.
‘You took them in?’ Fannie asked. She momentarily looked to Will before turning back.
Montgomery didn’t reply but held her gaze. Daniel couldn’t move. He didn’t want to leave Fannie with this unsavoury character. He feared for her, despite Doc’s assurances about her crack shot capabilities.
‘Why would you do that?’
‘They had no one else.’ The reply was short and sweet.
Daniel watched something like understanding cross over Fannie’s features and she nodded.
‘You didn’t do it for them, did you? You did it for yourself.’ She took a firm grip on the gun again. ‘Just what have you been getting them to do for you?’
‘Please, Miss, don’t hurt him,’ Will begged.
‘It’s none of your business,’ Montgomery said, his teeth bared. ‘That’s the trouble with you teacher types. You just can’t help yourself from sticking your nose into things that don’t concern you.’
There was malice laced around his words and Daniel mentally put Montgomery Anderson at the top of his list of suspects for every single bit of trouble in Cold Spring.
‘Please…’ Marigold gasped again. ‘I’m so cold.’
Daniel looked down at the girl in his arms. Her dress was now fully coated in thick, red blood.
Check out Kathleen Rice Adam's website next week for Part 8!