Friday, October 20, 2017

Aloha to the Washington Romance Writers (WRW) - Part 3

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So many authors, too little time ... I have a few more authors to introduce from the Washington Romance Writers (WRW) "Hearts to You" luncheon for readers, bloggers, and librarians.

Diana Quincy,,

I wrote KIDNAPPED AT THE ALTER because I loved the idea behind the title, but the book was retitled to FROM LONDON WITH LOVE.

From London with Love: Rebellious Brides by [Quincy, Diana]


I played guitar in an acoustic girl band in the last 1970s.  We played gigs all over DC.

Alix Rickloff,,

(from Did You Know), The family name of Trenowyth, used in the SECRETS OF NANREATH HALL, belongs to my sixteen times great-grandfather, Sir John Trenowyth, who lived from 1426-1497.

Sarah Robinson,,

I published my first romance novel when I was 24 and working full-time as a therapist.

Chasing a Legend: A Kavanagh Legends Novel by [Robinson, Sarah]

Juno Rushdan,,

I often wake at four a.m. with my characters' voices in my head, driving me to my laptop.

Elizabeth Safleur,,

My favorite place to write is outdoors, preferably on my screen-in porch.

Melissa Schroeder,,

I got serious about writing romance when we were living in Hawaii.

Oh, yeah!

Hawaiian Holidays by [Schroeder, Melissa]

Delancey Stewart,,

I love setting books in New York City.

Mr. Big by [Stewart, Delancey]

I am giving away RWA swag to four randomly selected commenters during the month of October. To enter the giveaway,

1. Leave a comment about your ancestors' names ... anyone notable in your family tree?

My mother's ancestors served in the Coldstream Guards,

It is the oldest regiment in the Regular Army in continuous active service, originating in Coldstream, Scotland in 1650.  

2. Comments are open through Tuesday, October 31, 10 pm in Baltimore.

3. I'll announce the winner on Wednesday, November 1.


Kim in Baltimore
Aloha Spirit in Charm City

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Thursday, October 19, 2017

Aloha to the Washington Romance Writers (WRW) - Part 2


The Washington Romance Writers (WRW) recently hosted the "Hearts to You" Luncheon for readers, bloggers, and librarians.  We received a booklet of featured authors with clues to their square on the bingo cards - it was a fun way to meet new-to-me writers!

Kate Forest,,

I grew up in Manhattan.


Tracee Garner,,

My first book came out when I was just 23 years old.

Madeline Iva,,

Sex scenes come first, plot slowly follows

Wicked Apprentice (Wicked Magic Book 1) by [Iva, Madeline]

Harper Kincaid,,

The one book that always makes me cry is THE GIVING TREE by Shel Silverstein.  OMG all the feels!

Girl Breaker: A Small-Town, Good Girl Meets Bad Boy Story of Love and Redemption (Break of Through Book 3) by [Kincaid, Harper]

Tracey Livesay,,

In LOVE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER, I had a scene where Leighton burns eggs and sets off the smoke alarm. This happens to me all the time.

Kelly Maher,,

Publishing THE BRIDESMAD AND THE HURRICANE celebrated both my 40th birthday and 20 years of writing fiction.

The Bridesmaid and the Hurricane: A Capital Kisses Novel by [Maher, Kelly]

Donetta Marie,,

I grew up in Paradise, a small town in the foothills of the Sierra Mountains in California.

MK Meredith,,

(from Did You Know) As a two time breast cancer survivor, I encourage each of you to know your body. Your happy ending starts with YOU! #KnowandGo

Thank you, MK, for sharing!

Love on the Cape: an On the Cape novel, Cape Van Buren by [Meredith, MK]

Jordan Monroe,,

Like my characters in ONE NIGHT IN WASHINGTON, DC, I play the French horn.

Symphony Amore: Erotic Stories of Love and Music by [Monroe, Jordan, Zizzo, RosalĂ­a, French, Charlotte, Chase, Rebecca, Chamblee, Genevive, Callender, Laura, Fox, Sionna, Coldwell, Elizabeth, Barrett D'Arnuk, Nanisi]

Caryn Moya-Block,,

My favorite place to write is in bed before I get up in the morning.

Fiery Magic: Book Three of the Witch Guardian Romance Series by [Moya Block, Caryn]

More authors to come! I am giving away RWA swag to four randomly selected commenters during the month of October. To enter the giveaway,

1. Leave a comment with something you burned ... or successful cooked/baked/boiled!  

I burn dinner rolls all the time .... but much more careful with chocolate chip cookies!

2. Comments are open through Tuesday, October 31, 10 pm in Baltimore.

3. I'll announce the winner on Wednesday, November 1.


Kim in Baltimore
Aloha Spirit in Charm City

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Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Aloha to the Washington Romance Writers (WRW) - Part 1

Did I say that I was taking a break?  Nothing like a readers' luncheon to change my mind.  I recently attended the Washington Romance Writers (WRW) "Hearts to You" luncheon for readers, bloggers, and librarians.

Upon arrival at Maggiano's in Tyson Corner, I received a "bingo" card with clues for the attending authors.  This encouraged readers to meet the authors, "fill out" the bingo card, and receive a raffle ticket for each author found.  I would like to share the authors I met (in alphabetical order):

Alison Aimes,,

When I need to take a break from writing, I stand on my head or do a handstand.

Trapped: A SciFi Convict Romance (The Condemned Book 1) by [Aimes, Alison]

Adriana Anders,,

I was named after a cow!

In His Hands (Blank Canvas Book 3) by [Anders, Adriana]

Michele Arris,,

My favorite place to write is by the light of my computer screen in an old chair in my office.  


Lori Ann Bailey,,

Will be sending the second signed copy of her latest book to Luke Bryan.

(I asked her why - she listened to Luke's playlist as she wrote HIGHLAND REDEMPTION, coming November 27, 2017). 

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Mary Behre,,

I'm always up for a game of Princess Bride-oply and Yahtzee.


Anna Bennett,,

I wore a hoop skirt and elbow length gloves to my junior prom (in the 80s).

Anna, any pictures?!?!


Karna Bodman,,

One of my book covers was deemed illegal by The White House.  

(read her website to learn why ...)

Castle Bravo by [Bodman, Karna Small]

Terri Brisbin,,

If I don't cry when writing my stories, I worry that readers won't either.  

Across A Windswept Isle by [Brisbin, Terri]

Andie J. Christopher,,

The only vegetables I won't eat are beets.

No trips to Russia for you, Andie!


Kate Clayborn,,

The first romance I read was Jennifer Crusie's BET ME, which inspired me to write romance.


More authors to come!  I am giving away RWA swag to four randomly selected commenters during the month of October.  To enter the giveaway,

1.  Leave a comment with a fun fact about you!  

I grew up visiting my English Granny in Devon in the southwest corner of the UK.  I have found memories of picnics on Dartmoor, the inspiration for Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES

2.  Comments are open through Tuesday, October 31, 10 pm in Baltimore.  

3.  I'll announce the winner on Wednesday, November 1.


Kim in Baltimore
Aloha Spirit in Charm City

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Saturday, October 7, 2017

September winners ... and a Fond Farewell

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We have winners from September posts at SOS Aloha:

- Denise, Catslady, Gretchen, and Danielle D.
Winners, please claim your prizes by sending your mailing address to

I still have prizes to giveaway from RWA ... and I will do so on my travel blog, ALOHA ON MY MIND (link). I have long neglected my travel blog - I will post pictures and tidbits starting next week. 

Alas, my schedule does not allow me to devout as much time to my book blog anymore, so I will be taking an indefinite break from SOS Aloha.  However, I will still be active on Facebook and Twitter, where I will post links to my travel blog.

I appreciate all the readers who helped me achieve the success of SOS Aloha in promoting the romance genre and helping military families.


Kim in Baltimore
Aloha Spirit in Charm City

Travel Blog - Aloha On My Mind,

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Aloha to Darcy Burke and THE DUKE OF DANGER (The Untouchables Book 6) - Giveaway and Excerpt

After killing his opponent in a duel, Lionel Maitland, Marquess of Axbridge, is known as the Duke of Danger. Tortured by guilt, he shields himself with a devil-may-care attitude. However, when he kills another man in another duel, he’s beyond redemption, even though it wasn’t his fault. He refuses to smear a dead man’s name, especially when he’s left behind a blameless widow who doesn’t deserve an even bigger scandal.

Widowed and destitute, Lady Emmaline Townsend must marry the man of her parents’ choosing or beg unsympathetic relatives for support. The only way out is to ask for help from the one man she’s sworn to hate, the man who owes her anything she asks, the man who killed her husband. They strike a devil’s bargain in which passion simmers just beneath the surface. But her dead husband’s transgressions come back to haunt them and threaten their chance at love.

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He still looked disheveled, but seductively so. His hair was mussed, as if he’d run his hand through it. His cravat was loose, hanging from his neck and leaving his shirt gaping open. He’d stripped his coat away upon entering the room. His state of undress would mean nothing in the context of a real marriage. But this wasn’t a real marriage.

She sipped the whiskey, taking a smaller amount than the first time. The fiery liquid had burned her throat, but she hadn’t flinched. Not in front of him.

Yes, suddenly he looked a bit dangerous. She angled toward the door. “I should go.”

“Don’t.” His eyes were dark and tormented. Barely controlled emotion radiated from him in ominous waves. “Who was the man you met at the park today?”

His appearance and his mood put her on edge, but that question pushed her over it. “I don’t have to answer to you.”

“Wives answer to their husbands.”

She glowered at him. “Except we don’t do that. Otherwise you would tell me why you challenged my husband.”

He seemed to grow a bit taller. “I am your husband.”

“In name only.”

He smirked, but the storms in his eyes raged. “How could I forget? Especially now that everyone is talking about it.”

She clutched the glass in her hand, hating that their marriage was a continual source of gossip, while also realizing it was unavoidable. She’d done the inconceivable by marrying her husband’s murderer. “Everyone?”

“Sir Duncan approached me at the club tonight. He knew our marriage was fake and wondered why you’d choose me over a perfectly fine offer from him. He concluded that I had to have pressed you into the union with less than savory methods.”

She began to see why he was so upset. “But you didn’t.”

“I know that, of course; however, I can’t tell anyone the truth now, can I? Or maybe I can. If it’s common knowledge our marriage isn’t real, why bother with the pretense? So I suppose it doesn’t matter if you’re meeting men in the park or shagging them, even.”

She sucked in a breath, and her hands began to shake. She reached past him and set her glass on the desk, then resumed her position in front of him. “You dare to question me about an innocent meeting with Geoffrey’s tailor—which you knew about—when everyone thinks you’re carrying on with Lady Richland?”

He leaned back against the edge of his desk and crossed his arms over his chest, giving her a look of superiority. “I’ve said I’m not, but what if we were? Would you really care? You’ve made it clear this marriage will be devoid of sex. You can’t really expect me to spend my entire life celibate.”

Her pulse pounded in her ears, and she repeated Aquilla’s declaration from that afternoon. “You could at least be discreet!”

“I am not having an affair with Marianne or with anyone else.” His lip curled. “But clearly, I should.”

“Perhaps I should as well. An entire life of celibacy does sound rather bleak, particularly after I enjoyed sharing my husband’s bed so much.”

His nostrils flared, and he dropped his arms to his sides. “Then by all means, take a lover.” He pushed away from the desk and prowled toward her until they were barely a few inches apart. “I’ll even make it easy for you—if you’re interested. I’m here, and I’m ready and willing. I’m also your lawfully wedded husband, and dare I say, convenient.”

He was so close, she could feel his heat and inhale his scent. He smelled of pine and sandalwood, and she suddenly realized just how long it had been since Geoffrey had touched her.

“Are you asking me to change the rules?” She stared up at him, her body shifting from anger to something far more dangerous. She couldn’t deny what he said—he was convenient. And she wanted…something.

No, she wanted him.

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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Aloha to Samantha Chase and HOLIDAY SPICE (The Shaughnessy Brothers Book Six)

As soon as the mistletoe goes up, that's when life gets really interesting

Darcy Shaughnessy has gotten used to her overbearing brothers chasing away any man she wants to date. But a chance meeting with a brooding – and deliciously handsome – artist is about to make this holiday season one to remember.

There's only one thing Benjamin Tanner loves more than his woodcarving: solitude. Then he gets snowed in with Darcy in his cozy cabin in the woods, and their heated feelings begin to melt the icy barrier between them.

With Ben's need for privacy and Darcy's love of family and social life, will opposites still attract once the snow clears and the holiday festivities come to an end?

When she's not working on a new story, Samantha Chase spends her time reading contemporary romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina.

Learn more about Samantha and her books at

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Samantha offers an excerpt from HOLIDAY SPICE ... 

This was not what he had planned.

Maybe it was what he had fantasized about, but this was not what he had planned.

But the instant Darcy’s lips touched his, Ben was lost. From the first time he’d laid eyes on her, he’d wondered how she’d feel in his arms.

Now he knew. Amazing.

From the first time he watched her move, he wanted to know how she’d feel moving against him.

Now he knew. Incredible.

From the first time he’d seen her smile, he wanted to know what her lips would feel like as he kissed her.

Now he knew. Sexy as hell.

His arms banded around her waist until he made sure there wasn’t even room for a breath between them. She went up on tiptoes to press even more intimately against him—which he totally appreciated—and it allowed his hands to linger and cup her denim-clad bottom.

And what a denim-clad bottom it was.

Gently, he squeezed it and even considered grabbing it harder and lifting her onto the counter, but he wasn’t ready to let go of the full-body contact just yet.

It was insanity. One minute, she was frustrating the hell out of him in a nonsexual way, and the next, he was so consumed with need for her that he almost didn’t recognize himself. This wasn’t the man he normally was. He didn’t pounce; he didn’t even think of initiating anything physical in a situation that was so mundane.

And breakfast was pretty mundane.

When Ben chose to sleep with a woman, there was, well, there was a certain protocol to it for him. There were the required three dates. There was the kiss good night that would build in heat over the course of the dates, and then it was normally at her house. Never here. Never in his bed. His home was just that—his. It was his sanctuary, and he was possessive of it. But right now, all he wanted—almost more than his next breath—was to have Darcy in his bed.

Under him.

Over him.

Another growl escaped before he could stop it.

For a moment, he allowed his lips to leave hers, because he was desperate to taste her in other places. His mouth trailed along the delicate line of her jaw, her throat, and up to nip at her ear, a spot he quickly learned made her knees buckle and had her gasping.

Good to know.

But she wasn’t having any of it for long. With her hand firmly anchored in his hair, she let him know the instant she wanted to kiss him again, and he went willingly. Over and over, his mouth slanted over hers until he thought he’d simply consume her. Tongue tangled with tongue. Breath mingled with breath. Never had the act of kissing seemed so carnal. So indecent and so damn erotic.

And that’s when he knew standing at the kitchen sink was no longer cutting it. He needed her. Wanted her. And from the sounds she was making and the way she was moving against him, Darcy felt it too.

This time when he reached down and cupped her ass, he lifted her up onto the counter. Stepping in close until he was firmly pressed against the juncture of her thighs, he cursed their clothes. Cursed the fact that the nearest soft surface was so damn far away. And cursed the fact that she tugged at his hair as she pulled away from him.

“Ben, wait,” she panted.

Well, shit.

A little dazed, he forced himself to open his eyes and focus on her. Her lips were wet and red and a little swollen, and her skin was flushed.

So. Damn. Sexy.

Resting his forehead against hers, he took a minute to catch his breath.

Was he supposed to apologize? Step away and start shoveling? Hell if he knew, but he was going to stay quiet and let Darcy say whatever it was she was thinking. So he didn’t move, and once his breathing was back to normal, he almost felt as if he was holding it.

“What are we doing?” she asked quietly.

Was she serious? Those were some fairly obvious moves going on, on both their parts! How could she be questioning it? And on top of that, she was the one who had initiated it! Lifting his head, he looked at her.

“I thought we were kissing,” he said simply.

She blushed, and it was sexy as hell to see. His fingers twitched with the need to touch her cheeks and feel the heat there.

“I…I know, but…I guess I’m just a little confused as to where that all came from.”

She was confused? Because now he was a little beyond that himself. Taking a step away, he frowned. “Why don’t you tell me?” he began levelly. “Since you were the one who reached up and pulled me into the kiss in the first place.”

The blush was instantly replaced by a look of mild annoyance. Darcy jumped from the counter, placing her hands on her hips. “I guess I got caught up in what I thought was a moment. I mean you came over and crowded me into the cabinets and then started touching me—out of the blue, might I add—so I guess I thought you were into it too.”

Oh yeah. He had forgotten about that part. Once she had reached up and kissed him, Ben had pretty much forgotten about his own actions leading up to it. “Fine. Yes. I came over here and—” He stopped and cursed, raking a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I wanted to do that since you first showed up here.”


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Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Aloha to Jennifer Snow and MAYBE THIS CHRISTMAS (Colorado Ice Book 3)

All wrapped up . . .

One more game. That's all that stands between NHL star Asher Westmore and a major career milestone. But then his brother bashes him against the hockey boards, sidelining him for months. Over Christmas holidays, no less. If staying off the ice doesn't drive him crazy, staying with his family will. The only bright spot amidst the mistletoe and twinkle lights: His best friend, Emma, is a physical therapist. And working out with her improves his body and his spirit.

One last time. Emma Callaway was in trouble the minute she and Asher added benefits to their friendship. How is she supposed to resist a funny, caring guy who makes her toes curl? Her heart was safe while he lived in a different state. Now that he's back home recuperating, though, it's only a matter of time before she blurts out her feelings. Emma's only hope is that with a little holiday magic, she'll get the best Christmas gift of all.

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Jennifer Snow lives in Edmonton, Alberta with her husband and son. She writes sweet and sexy contemporary romance stories set everywhere from small towns to big cities. After stating in her high school yearbook bio that she wanted to be an author, she set off on the winding, twisting road to make her dream a reality. She is a member of RWA, the Writers' Guild of Alberta, the Canadian Authors Association, and the Film and Visual Arts Association in Edmonton. She has published over ten novels and novellas with many more on the way.


Forever Romance is hosting a giveaway at this link ... and offers an excerpt from MAYBE THIS CHRISTMAS ...

Asher climbed out of the car. “Nah. I’ll hang out with Em tonight. I’m her last patient of the day,” he said, suddenly feeling a little better and eager to get this appointment finished so they could go back to her place for the evening. Without the meds, he was suffering a little more, and she was the only thing that eased his pain.

“All right, man. Take it easy,” Jackson said as he closed the door.

Entering the clinic, he tugged the big, heavy old door closed behind him.

“Hey, Asher,” Jane said, standing as she saw him.

“Hi, Jane. How are you?” he asked, approaching the desk and leaning over it. If he sat again, getting up would be a struggle.

“I’m great. Um, actually, I wanted to ask you…if maybe you wanted to grab a drink at the Grumpy Stump tonight?”

Caught slightly off guard, he laughed. “You don’t hang out there, do you? You’re far too pretty to be slobbered on by all the local single men.”

She blushed. “Thanks. Actually, I don’t hang out anywhere. Single-mom life doesn’t lend itself it to many dates. Not that this would be a date…”

Oh, damn. He felt like an ass saying no to the woman who was obviously putting herself out there…but he wasn’t interested in dating. In fact, since his last semi-permanent situation ended a while ago, he’d been enjoying how things were going with Emma. Right now, she was certainly the only one he wanted to be with. “I…uh…”

Emma appeared in the reception area, an unreadable expression on her face as she glanced back and forth between the two of them.

“Well, the thing is…I promised Emma I’d do that…thing with her tonight,” he said, looking at her to save him.

Her expression softened slightly as she slowly nodded. “Right, you did promise me you would do that…thing tonight.”

He smiled. Saved. Now he could resume getting excited about a full evening with her, naked, with no pressure of a flight out the next day or having to be anywhere at all. The idea excited him beyond the sexy thoughts coming to mind. He looked forward to just being with her, holding her, kissing her, and talking. He’d been so caught up in his own problems the last few weeks, he had no idea what was going on with her.

“Ok, yeah, no problem,” Jane said, busying herself with the papers on her desk.

He felt like a jerk. He turned to Emma for help.

“Um…maybe Asher could get you and Aiden tickets for a game in Denver,” she said.

Perfect. Right there—that’s why he loved her so much. The thought made him pause. Love? Of course, love. She was his best friend.

“Right, Ash?” she said when he’d yet to confirm her suggestion.

“Oh, yeah…no problem.”

Jane smiled. “Aiden would love that. Thank you,” she said, sitting back down at her desk as the phone rang.

Emma’s eyes held a hint of amusement as he followed her into her therapy room.

“What?” he asked.

She closed the door behind them and grinned. “You just turned down a hot date to suffer through dinner at my sister’s house tonight.”

Oh shit.

Excerpted from MAYBE THIS CHRISTMAS by Jennifer Snow. Copyright © 2017 by Jennifer Snow. Reprinted with permission of Forever. All rights reserved.