Tuesday Teasers with guest author Jambrea Jo Jones

Welcome to Tuesday Teasers with ZA Maxfield! This week we have author Jambrea Jo Jones joining us!

Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:

I’ll post a snippet from one of Jambrea’s books with the character names asterisked out.

Your mission is to guess which of Jambrea’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to ZAM,  zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! She’ll draw a random winner each week. It’s that simple! Come play along… If you guess correctly, you’ll be entered to win a prize!

Here’s a little bit about Jambrea:

1506935_10151980803445488_1302224592_n (1)Jambrea wanted to be the youngest romance author published, but life impeded the dreams. She put her writing aside and went to college briefly, then enlisted in the Air Force. After serving in the military, she returned home to Indiana to start her family. A few years later, she discovered yahoo groups and book reviews. There was no turning back. She was bit by the writing bug.

 

She enjoys spending time with her son when not writing and loves to receive reader feedback. She’s addicted to the internet so feel free to email her anytime.

Find out more about Jambrea on her websiteTwitterFacebook, or her Facebook Group.

HERE’s the snippet:

“Commander **** ******, a panel of your peers has found you guilty of theft of government property. You are hereby dishonourably discharged and sentenced to thirty days on the penal colony Devil’s Island.”

**** fell to his seat in disbelief as the panel left the room. Just like that, his military career was gone, like so much smoke. Most would think that was the worst thing, but it wasn’t. The worst was ****’s lover, ****, couldn’t be found.  A hand landed on his shoulder. He turned, hoping to see ****. His stomach sank when he saw his friend, **** instead.

“It’s no use, ****. It’s as if he’s disappeared. His parents don’t know where he is, either. I’m sorry.”

He rested his head in his hands. “I can’t believe it, ****. He’s out there, somewhere, hurt. He’d be here if he was able.” **** looked up at **** and saw the guards approaching behind her.

“I’ll do what I can to find him, ****.”

He gave a sharp nod and turned to follow the guards to the pod waiting to take him to Devil’s Island, his thoughts in turmoil. How would he survive the next thirty days? Being in the military put a target on his back and Devil’s Island was one of the worst prison colonies in the universe. His heart ached at the thought of ****, alone and hurt while he could do nothing about it. Nothing really mattered if **** wasn’t safe. The guard shoved him into the craft and shackled him to the seat. After the criminals were processed, the ship started the journey to Devil’s Island.

“Hey, you’s that military thief? Yep, you is. You’s the guy whose got fucked up the ass, but then, I hear ya like that, don’t ya?” The passenger beside him snickered. “I’m sure you’ll get plenty of action on DI.”

**** leaned over and yanked him close enough that **** could smell the man’s putrid breath. “Shut the fuck up.”

“No need to gets with the rough stuff. I ain’t after that pretty ass,” the man mumbled as **** shoved him back into his seat.

**** closed his eyes to block out the upcoming nightmare. He had two hours to devise a plan that would keep him from getting killed while being detained. He had a lover to find.  One step at a time.  His thoughts drifted. What had happened? That question played over and over in his mind. One minute, **** had left the ship. The next, the Alliance had boarded the ship and arrested ****. Two days before the ship docked, the crew had conducted an inventory and those government boxes hadn’t been there. The Alliance had shown up, and suddenly, there the boxes had sat, pretty as you please. Something wasn’t adding up. **** didn’t do suspicion. He placed his faith in all his crew and expected their trust in return. **** had never given him a reason not to trust him. Hell, **** loved the man. He couldn’t love a traitor, could he?

Focus, Damn it! Worry about now. The force of take-off glued him to the seat. He swallowed then bit his lip. He wasn’t prepared, not really. All the training in the world couldn’t prepare a person for a prison colony—an open world full of the worst criminals in the universe. He couldn’t figure out why the Alliance wanted to send him to a high security planet. He should have been shipped off to one of the minimum security colonies.

When the flight smoothed out, **** forced himself to relax. He had to get some sleep. He wouldn’t get much on DI. **** prayed he would wake from this nightmare, wrapped in the comfort of **** arms, ready for their morning romp.

****, where are you?

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Thanks for joining us, Jambrea!

If you think you know what book this excerpt came from, don’t forget to email ZAM at zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com with your guess!

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Tuesday Teasers with guest author JP Barnaby

Welcome to Tuesday Teasers with ZA Maxfield! This week we have author JP Barnaby joining us!

Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:

I’ll post a snippet from one of JP Barnaby’s books with the character names asterisked out.

Your mission is to guess which of JP’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to ZAM,  zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! She’ll draw a random winner each week. It’s that simple! Come play along… If you guess correctly, you’ll be entered to win a prize!

Here’s a little bit about JP:

_JPBarnaby_authorImageAward winning romance novelist, J. P. Barnaby has penned over a dozen books including the Working Boys series, the Little Boy Lost series, In the Absence of Monsters, and Aaron. As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.
Find out more about JP on her website, Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, Tumblr, Amazon.

HERE’s the snippet:

***’s sweaty T-shirt and come-stained boxers went into the bathroom hamper along with his favorite go-to pair of jeans. He’d have to do laundry sooner rather than later, but right then all he could think about was the beauty of hot water cascading down his body and washing away the sins of the day. God knew he had enough sins to atone for in his life.

I fuck up everything.

The sting of hot water against his abused flesh made him hiss out loud. Like he’d fallen asleep in the sun, his back flamed under the spray. More than anything, he wanted to turn away from the pain, but he couldn’t. He deserved it. It helped him remember. It stopped his heart from aching even for the second or so it took him to adjust. ****’s voice above the sound of the pounding water startled him, and his body wash slipped from numb fingers and slammed against the floor of the tub.

“Please tell me what’s going on, ***. If he hurt you, we need to go to the police.”

*** said nothing as his mind scrambled for a response that wouldn’t reveal all of the fissures in his sanity.

“Please, we’ve been friends for years. Why can’t you talk to me?” The toilet creaked, and *** assumed **** was sitting down for the heart-to-heart he wanted to have. *** ***t down and grabbed the errant bottle before pouring a bit of soap into his palm. God, he needed to get the come and sweat off his skin before he could deal with ****. Closing his eyes he put his head under the spray even as he swiped his soapy hands over his chest. Silence hung heavy in the steam while *** washed his body with practiced efficiency. The soap and water felt like heaven, though when he scrubbed his hands over his head and the soap cascaded down his back, the sting took his breath away.

“You’re really not going to talk to me? Don’t think this is over, ***. I can wait,” **** said, and before *** could say a word, the bathroom door slammed and the sand-colored shower curtain ruffled in its wake. The water scorched his back as he rinsed off quickly. He wanted to throw on some clothes and talk to ****—try to salvage the situation before things got out of hand. All he could think about was those weeks after they’d ended up in bed when they tiptoed around each other. A knot formed in his stomach as he thought about going through that again.

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Thanks for joining us, JP!

If you think you know what book this excerpt came from, don’t forget to email ZAM at zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com with your guess!

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Sunday Brunch Blog – 9/7/2014

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Once again it’s time for the weekly Sunday Brunch with ZA Maxfield! This week, we have two awesome friends joining us! Please welcome Michael Kudo and Megan Slayer!

This week’s question is: “Looking back, which book would you counsel yourself NOT to read, and why?”

***BIG NEWS*** From now on, instead of the ebooks we’ve been awarding as prizes, I’ll be giving out a $5.00 Amazon gift card so readers can use it for the ebook (or other Amazon purchase) of their choice. All you have to do is comment below for your chance to win!

Last week’s winner is Jbst! You should receive an email from ZAM about your prize. Congrats! =)

First, let’s hear from Michael!

Red Rose COVEROne book I would counsel myself not to read and why…hmm. I actually have a few novels in mind. Now I know what the mother from The Good Son felt like.

I’d have to say Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It’s probably a controversial answer as most fans I know of the series really enjoyed it. It was bittersweet because it was long awaited and it was the end of a wonderful series. My issue with the novel is as soon as you turned to the first page you were subjecting yourself to hours and hours of tension and sorrow, leaving the reader an emotional husk of their former self.

Without spoiling too much, I was really upset when a specific major character died and I felt like some of the deaths were random and just icing on the already messed up cake – except icing is delicious, so not icing on the cake…maybe diarrhea. We’ll go with that. It was a brilliant novel, I just wish I could have told myself to not read it and just imagine Voldemort had a stroke and everyone lived happily ever after with no death or sadness.

I like that ending better.

Purchase Red Rose (Blood) from Wilde City Press on September 10.

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Now on to Megan’s answer!

ComplicatedOver the course of my life, I’ve read plenty of books. Most of them stuck with me and I’ve cherished them. Honestly, I can’t remember the ones I really disliked, but there are a few I’d rather not read again. Two immediately come to mind.

Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World is one and Marley and Me is the other. Why? Seems like those two books would be sweet, lovable books that would touch the heart. In some ways, both books delivered. I’m a cat person from way back. I want to rescue all of them and will probably end up being the crazy cat lady when I get older. I’m cool with that. I’m also a dog person. Let’s just say in my house I live in a tidal wave of fur–three dogs and three cats. The fur adds up.

Each book was moving and sweet in their own ways. In Marley, I got to see this goofy dog show his true colors while being a crazy, yet perfect dog for the family. He won them over with slobber and devotion. In Dewey, I read about the cat who nobody wanted, but ended up becoming beloved by an entire community. There were moments of tears and laughter. One of my own dogs, a black lab mix, could give Marley a run for his money with his antics, so in that respect, the book hit close to home. Dewey hit close to home because I’ve got an orange cat who has his moments of being a real pistol, but still owns my heart.

So why not want to read these books again? Simple. I know the outcome. Most books about animals don’t have a happy clappy ending. The inevitable must happen. I had a friend once tell me she refused to get another dog because dogs become part of the family and if they are part of the family, then you love them. When you love something that’s alive, at some point it will die and you’ll be left wanting more time with that person or animal. She’s right. It’s a risk. A kitten won’t stay a kitten forever and that kitten, who is now a cat will eventually get old. I don’t like thinking about the getting old part. With Dewey and Marley, I got emotionally invested in both stories. I didn’t have these animals, but it sure felt like I knew them by the time I finished the book.

I can’t read either book again. I hate reading through tears, even when I know that’s what’s going to happen and should prepare myself. I can’t do it. Maybe it’s selfish, maybe it doesn’t make much sense, but I’d rather not read those books again in favor of spending time with my own fur babies. That old line about if I knew then what I know now… I wouldn’t have read them. I respect the writers and love the books, but I won’t read them–not again.

Think I’ll nab one of my cats and hug him. He won’t like being hugged, but it’ll make me feel better.

Buy Links for Complication: Resplendence Publishing | All Romance eBooks | Amazon

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Thank you to Michael and Megan for joining us this week!

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Tuesday Teasers with guest author Cynnara Tregarth

Welcome to Tuesday Teasers with ZA Maxfield! This week we have author Cynnara Tregarth joining us!

Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:

I’ll post a snippet from one of Cynnara Tregarth’s books with the character names asterisked out.

Your mission is to guess which of Cynnara’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to ZAM,  zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! She’ll draw a random winner each week. It’s that simple! Come play along… If you guess correctly, you’ll be entered to win a prize!

Cynnara has graciously offered up a copy of an ebook from her backlist and a $5 Amazon Giftcard.

Here’s a little bit about Cynnara:

cynnara2Currently living in the state that resembles one of her favorite male body parts, (otherwise known as Florida), Cynnara Tregarth learned early how to read, write and entertain. Due to her mother, Cynnara spent way too much on books, but then again, it sent her on the quest for immortality. (She’s still looking for that.)

Early in 2003, she found that route by getting her books published. Since then, she’s learned even more about love, life, sexuality, and how to annoy gods, goddesses, and siblings of all kinds. After her mom’s death in 2008, she spent time taking care of her health and relearning her craft. Now, in 2012, she’s expanding herself beyond romance into both nonfiction and mysteries. She’s not sure where it will lead, Cynnara is excited about turning the corner and allowing her life to be led to the fullest both professionally and personally.

 

HERE’s the snippet:

****** didn’t say one word. **** didn’t say anything either. He knew she wanted to say something. She felt so wonderful against his body, her softness against his muscles, a perfect match for him, just like he knew she would be. But she was still the feisty woman he had fallen for so long ago.

When they were all outside, **** and ***** lowered ****** and ****** to the ground. Both of the ladies looked at their respective captors with matching narrow expressions. ******’s gaze went to ******. ****** signed something quickly. ****** nodded and walked up to *****. They were up to something, he just knew they were, but what?

Standing up on tiptoe, ****** kissed *****. It wasn’t a casual kiss, but a mind-blowing, toe-curling kiss that would rock any man’s world. ****** slid her arms from around his neck before stepping back.

“Well, that was truly a kiss from my paladin,” ****** said with a satisfied smirk.

**** approached ******. The deer in the headlight look she gave him made his heart stop. He didn’t want to frighten her. Yet he needed her to understand that they needed to work things out. Before he could stop her, ****** stepped back and slammed into the wall. He placed his hands on either side of her head and bent his head toward her. His lips gently caressed hers. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against her teeth, her lips, and then mating with her tongue. One hand cupped the back of her head as he devoured her mouth. His teeth gently nipped her lips, her tongue glided against his. The heat they’d felt online and on the phone was only a precursor to the desire and lust that raged between them in person.

Finally, he pulled back and stepped away from her. ****** enjoyed the kiss, he knew it. If that was a sample of what could’ve been between them, she had given up a lot more than either of them thought possible and for that, he was sorry. He had punished them both for stupid shit and he knew he had a lot to make up for. But how to let her know that he wanted to start over? Or try to move forward?

Suddenly, ****** smiled at her friends and nodded at them. Without a word, the girls walked right past the guys and followed ****** into the club, leaving them standing there looking like idiots. This was war. They weren’t going to let **** or the guys make this easy. Not like he had been hoping. This wasn’t going to be as simple as picking them up and showing them who was boss. If only it were that easy.

****** commented first. “Are we going to just stand here or are we going to follow them so they don’t get hurt?”

***** answered, “I’m voting for carrying them out of there again and then tying them down so they can’t ever do it again.”

**** smiled wickedly. “Oh no, I think they want us to follow them because they think they can outsmart us. I say we go get them, but stay with them once we get them home.”

***** patted his pockets. “Shit, we have to go after them, regardless of what we want. ****** stole my keys to the car.”

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Thanks for joining us, Cynnara!

If you think you know what book this excerpt came from, don’t forget to email ZAM at zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com with your guess!

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Sunday Brunch Blog – 8/31/2014

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Once again it’s time for the weekly Sunday Brunch with ZA Maxfield! This week, we have two awesome friends joining us! Please welcome A Morell and Amelia Bishop!

This week’s question is: Are you a pie, a tart, a cake, or a trifle, and why?

***BIG NEWS*** From now on, instead of the ebooks we’ve been awarding as prizes, I’ll be giving out a $5.00 Amazon gift card so readers can use it for the ebook (or other Amazon purchase) of their choice. All you have to do is comment below for your chance to win!

First, let’s hear from A Morell!

HPFcoverMDIf we’re going by the old adage, “you are what you eat,” it’s cake. I love cake. Cake is delicious. Though if we think about it on a deeper level, and liken our choices to people, I might still be cake.

Pie-people would probably be your garden-variety human. Genuine, relatively harmless, generally well-liked, perhaps not as adventurous as others but good on their own and with others (like ice cream).

Tart-people, well, they have to look quite well put together. That glossy sheen doesn’t put itself there, after all. Sweet, but not too sweet, and impressive even with the simplest ingredients.

A trifle has to show all its layers to the world, so trifle-people must wear their hearts on their sleeves. I imagine they’re straight-forward and easily understood, since all you need to serve and eat trifles with is a spoon.

Cakes, now, can be anything on the outside, and anything on the inside. Maybe that fancy sugar exterior that looks like an underwater treasure chest hides nothing more than vanilla cake and vanilla frosting, while the unassuming, smooth white fondant is secretly bursting inside with zebra cake, fresh strawberries, and whipped cream. What all cakes have in common is that their layers are hidden until you dive right into the heart of them for a taste.

Not to say they’re deceptive, you just have to get close to them before they reveal themselves. (We’re also great at parties.)

Download link for Half Past Forever (free story): http://www.mmromancegroup.com/half-past-forever-by-a-morell/

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Now, let’s see what Amelia has to say!

THBwwA pie. I am most definitely a pie.

Pies are not cool, or chic, or trendy. A pie is ordinary and everyday.

Hard to think of a dessert more “homey” than a pie.

It uses whatever ingredients are on hand, is versatile enough to serve as dessert or main course, and demands little adherence to rules or recipes. (Ha! Just like me.)

The pie is a flaky, messy, humble thing. No matter how delicious, how sweet or rich the filling, how carefully created: a pie once baked will be bumpy and rough, with spots of filling oozing out and cracks in the pastry, with burned edges and uneven depth. (Like me.) Even if a pie survives the baking process with its beauty intact, it will be easily damaged. (Me again!) Cut into the pretty pastry and it crumbles, devolving into a sloppy mess when plated for consumption. Disappointing, to those who value aesthetics.

A pie, unlike a cake or trifle, has no place at a truly elegant table. In order to make a pie presentable, you need to strip off the top crust, artfully arrange the filling, and top it with a shiny glaze, thus transforming the pedestrian pie into an upscale “tart”. (Similarly, “tart” is a word that could be used to describe me when I attempt to dress up and fit in with the beautiful people.)

So I am a pie.

Not too pretty, nothing special. Bring me to a party, and no one will be impressed.

But I am good inside. I am comforting and domestic and reliable. I am exactly what I appear to be: no artifice, no illusion, no fancy sugar-work or fondant roses.

Remember: it is what is inside that counts (and there is always room for pie.)

:)

Buy Links for Water Witch

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Thank you to A. and Amelia for joining us this week!

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Saturday (with a chance to win!)

FamilyUnit_audio_smAs you know, Family Unit has recently been created in an AUDIO version! I’ve already had a super secret Newsletter-Subscriber-Only Contest (Be sure to subscribe to my newsletter–use the sign up form on the sidebar–for a chance at those exclusive contests, because newsletter subscribers get all the good stuff first!)

Now I’m free to share the bounty a little, and I’ve created a contest for everyone!

You’ll have three chances to win! Just follow the rafflecopter instructions, it’s that simple. At the end of the contest, I’ll pick three random winners and announce them here.

Here’s Family Unit’s blurb:

A retired marine, Logan is methodical and conservative. Richard is a liberal pacifist who is pathologically afraid of guns. Yet the minute Logan sets eyes on Richard, his heart turns over like an old car engine, and it isn’t long before his motor is revved and Richard is in the driver’s seat – even if it seems like each man is driving a different car. Richard Hunter is parenting his grandson, and the kid – Nick – has had it rough. Richard vows nothing will stop him from creating a loving and stable home. Not even a tempting, red-hot relationship with a very attractive man.

However, when Richard looks into Logan’s blue eyes, it’s tough to stay focused. It’s never easy to become a family, what with a temperamental eight-year-old, disapproving outsiders, and outright extortion attempts. But when push comes to shove, both Logan and Richard are committed family men who want to make a loving home for a little boy who needs them. Together, they’re planning to form a Family Unit, and they won’t let anything stand in their way.

You can take a look, Here.

Enter to WIN:

a Rafflecopter giveaway

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Tuesday Teasers with guest author KZ Snow!

Welcome to Tuesday Teasers with ZA Maxfield! This week we have author KZ Snow joining us!

Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:

I’ll post a snippet from one of KZ Snow’s books with the character names asterisked out.

Your mission is to guess which of KZ’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to ZAM,  zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! She’ll draw a random winner each week. It’s that simple! Come play along… If you guess correctly, you’ll be entered to win a prize!

KZ has graciously offered the winner a copy of any book from her backlist, including her most recent release, Resurrection Man.

Here’s a little bit about KZ:

KZSnow_author-picK. Z. Snow spent her formative years in Milwaukee bars—not because her parents were drunks, but because they were neighborhood tavern keepers. And, ja, a good life it was! She learned her first words off a Wurlitzer jukebox and could dance a mean polka by the time she was five. Too much has happened since then to recount. She now lives a quiet life with two rescue dogs in rural Wisconsin, where a crazy-ass crop duster pilot provides the area’s only excitement. Except when someone digs up an obscenely shaped potato. Or the Packers win.

Check out K. Z.’s website to peruse all her titles, or her blog for news, or her Facebook page for the hell of it.

HERE’s the snippet:

As more questions formed in his addled mind, *** nibbled the inside of his cheek. He always had to do something when he thought hard—chew a fingernail, toy with some object.

Patiently, **** waited.

“You got, like, a boyfriend?” *** finally asked.

“No.” And bam, just like that, *** was in the room with them.

“D’you want one?”

****’s stomach squirmed. “Someday.”

“You gonna tell Dad you’re gay? Or Mom? Or ****?”

The squirming increased. “Someday.”

*** resumed nibbling. The questions clearly weren’t over.

“Do you ever, like…shove stuff up your butt?”

**** wheezed into laughter. “What?”

“**** ******* says fa—” Another blush surfaced with volcanic speed. “He says gay guys like sticking things up their butts.”

Dare I ask? But it was too delicious to resist. “Such as?”

*** shrugged. “Root crops, small animals, grooming aids.”

Snorting, **** fell back onto the mattress. He lay there, both arms thrown over his face, as his laughter spiraled and his eyes spilled tears. For one thing, he didn’t think **** *******, who was dumber than a drumstick, was even familiar with phrases like root crops and grooming aids.

Abs cramping, **** rolled onto his side and folded his legs. Oh, Christ.

“So…it ain’t true?”

The kid sounded serious, which made **** laugh even harder. “Of course it’s true. If it came from **** *******, it must be true.” He gasped for breath and tried to control his hooting. “In fact, I’m packing a blow dryer, three parsnips, and a litter of newborn weasels as we speak.”

Stony-faced, ***** regarded him. “Dude, weasels are dangerous.”

**** curled in on himself. His gut was ready to split.

If only coming out to everybody else in his life could be this much fun.

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Thanks for joining us, KZ!

If you think you know what book this excerpt came from, don’t forget to email ZAM at zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com with your guess!

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Sunday Brunch Blog – 8/17/2014

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Once again it’s time for the weekly Sunday Brunch with ZA Maxfield! This week, we have two awesome friends joining us! Please welcome Karenna Colcroft and Lloyd Meeker!

This week’s question is: “What’s the last thing you did that scared you? Describe why you did it.”

***BIG NEWS*** From now on, instead of the ebooks we’ve been awarding as prizes, I’ll be giving out a $5.00 Amazon gift card so readers can use it for the ebook (or other Amazon purchase) of their choice. All you have to do is comment below for your chance to win!

First, let’s hear from Karenna!

LoveLikeVampires200The last thing I did that scared me was flying between Boston and Detroit. I am not a huge fan of flying, and managed to avoid it for nearly a quarter century, until two years ago I had no choice because I’d signed up for the GayRomLit convention. Since that was in Albuquerque, flying was the only viable option to get there. Driving from Boston to New Mexico was just not going to happen.

But after that, I pretty much swore off flying. Until I had the opportunity to visit someone who’s very special to me. He and I met when he was in the Boston area last year on business, and he became friends with my husband and me. But at the end of July 2013, he was sent back to his home state of Michigan, and had been there ever since.

I needed a break from stress, and I really wanted to see my friend. Detroit isn’t as far a drive as Albuquerque, but it still wasn’t completely feasible, between wear and tear on my car and wear and tear on my fibromyalgia-prone body. So I boarded a plane, closed my eyes on takeoffs and landings, and was thankful to be able to spend a few days relaxing, not dealing with issues in my personal life, and hanging out with my friend.

Buy Links for Love Like Vampires

Amazon | Dreamspinner Press

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Now, let’s see what Lloyd has to say!

Companion[The]1B (1)Umm, this is pretty embarrassing. I’ve held a pilot’s license, bungee jumped and done any number of dangerous things without much hesitation.

But… then there’s social media. Soon some researcher will create a medical term for the unique combination of paranoia, embarrassment, dread, loathing and lunatic hope experienced by people like me when they engage in social media.

About two months ago I realized I had to get active on Twitter. I was scared. Still am. But I did it.

Then an interwebs diva told me I should set my blog to automatically post to Twitter, and that my posts should have buttons that allow readers to retweet, “like” for facebook, pin to Pinterest, and post to Reddit or SumbleUpon.

When I eventually regained consciousness I researched the relevant plugins, imagining every possible catastrophe — including installing one with malicious code originating in a geek-filled basement in Bucharest that would explode my website and snatch all my passwords and ravage every aspect of my online life.

“We will help you find lovely friends — just give us the password to your email account!” was the least of my nightmares. “By using this plug-in you agree that we are allowed to share whatever information we can collect from your online activity with anyone we think might be willing to pay for it” was more at the heart of my dread.

I chose two plugins. Yes, one from central Europe. I downloaded them, but couldn’t bring myself to activate either one for several days. I just sweated, fidgeted and stared at them lying inert on my plugin page. Each one was a slightly different Pandora’s box waiting to be opened.

Yes, I have Socmedianoia, or whatever the hell they’re going to call this disease. And then I did it. And it worked. And the sky didn’t fall. But it still might…

Why did I do this? Because I’m driven, against my all my natural instincts. I love writing what I write, and I love working hard to grow as a writer. But one important creative circuit in me isn’t complete until somebody reads what I’ve created. My longing to share my stories with readers outweighs my chronic Scomedianoia. So here I am, warts and all.

Buy Links for The Companion

Amazon | Dreamspinner Press

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Thank you to Karenna and Lloyd for joining us this week!

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Terrific Reviews for Home The Hard Way

HomeTheHardWay_500x750Z.A. Maxfield writes an incredibly fascinating and action packed story that builds relentlessly to the last page. I love it when a novel has no throw away characters but rather weaves them together in such an intricate way that they inevitably rub up against one another with serious ramifications. Home the Hard Way is a romance, a redemptive tale and a hard and fast mystery. It was an exciting story and I highly recommend it to you! –Sammy, Joyfully Jay

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This was so tightly written that the mystery kept me guessing until the very end. There are twists and turns galore as all the old town secrets spill. — Caroline, Prism Book Alliance

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Z A Maxfield combined all the elements of this story skilfully. There was heartache, secrets, lies and betrayal, but also humour and love. There were twists and turns to keep me guessing, and more then interested in what was going to happen. –Allana, Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews

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So many elements in a story I love- hero comes home, small town setting, childhood friend turned love interest, a mystery.  I was prepared to get cozy and enjoy, but I wasn’t prepared for just how visceral this book would feel from the moment I started reading.  This book was so atmospheric and tangible.  It just reached out and grabbed me taking me on a ride along beneath the surface of this small town and its characters.  – Sohpia Rose, Delighted Reader

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 I highly recommend Home the Hard Way to those who love a good mystery with a nontraditional love story and a little BDSM on the side. –Lynn, The Novel Approach

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I highly enjoyed this book and if you are looking for a really stellar mystery this is what you need to read.  Most defiantly made my re-read shelf. –Bethany, Rainbow Gold Reviews

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So…

My question, gentle readers, is are you ready for a mystery with a little kink? Are you unafraid of being sucked into a small town that seethes with secrets? Are you ready for a mystery that just might keep you guessing until the end? If the answer’s yes, schedule your trip to Palladian today.

Available at:  Amazon  B&N   Books A Million  ARE

Comment with your thoughts here for a chance to win a $5.00 Amazon gift certificate. We’ll resume our regularly scheduled brunch with friends next week!

 

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Blog Tour Winners!

HomeTheHardWay_500x750Home The Hard Way blog tour winners are as follows:

Grand prize $25.00 Gift Certificate from Riptide:

Sheila S.

July 28, 2014 – Fresh Fiction – no commenters :-(

July 28, 2014 – The Novel Approach — EWA

July 28, 2014 – Smut Book Club – Jodi M.

July 28, 2014 – Cup O’ Porn — Jill Prand

July 29, 2014 -The Pen & Muse — Alaina

July 29, 2014 – Love Bytes Reviews — Colette

July 29, 2014 – The Blogger Girls — Sula

July 29, 2014 – TTC Books and More — Jennivie

July 29, 2014 – Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words — Jeanreads2

July 29, 2014 – The Jeep Diva — Su Holland

July 30, 2014 – Prism Book Alliance — Rod B.

July 30, 2014 – Words of Wisdom from the Scarf Princess — Jen

July 30, 2014 – Attention is Arbitrary — couldn’t find post (any ideas?)

July 30, 2014 – Erotica For All — Alaina

July 31, 2014 – Book Reviews & More by Kathy – Christine

July 31, 2014 – Rainbow Gold Reviews — Ardent Reader

July 31, 2014 – MM Good Book Reviews — Stephanie Frederic

July 31, 2014 – 3 Chicks After Dark — Trix

July 31, 2014 – Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews – Bonny

August 1, 2014 – Joyfully Jay — Antonia

August 1, 2014 – Boys in our Books — Barbara Elsborg

August 1, 2014 – That’s What I’m Talking About — no commenters :-(

August 1, 2014 – All I Want and More Books — Alex

August 1, 2014 – Smoocher’s Voice — Smoocher’s Voice -  Trix

As you can see. Some people won  more than once. It’s random. I pick numbers and then I go in and look at comments. I try to announce winners as soon as possible, but I was road-tripping with my daughter so I’m a little late.

Please check the book page of this site, HERE and choose a book from my backlist that you want, and then let me know by using the contact form or emailing me directly at zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield (dot) com

Thanks to all the bloggers and readers out there for making my book launch fun, successful, and easy!

XOXO, love to you all!

ZAM

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