Sunday, December 4, 2011

January Blog Tour Schedule!

Happening now! 1-4-12  The live virtual talk show with all the Moreno Brothers couples on stage taking questions! We had so many questions we worked into this that it practically reads like another short story! Enjoy! Judy's Jumbles blog     

Update! 1-1-12 <--wow! We are no longer taking questions for the virtual "talk show" We had  A LOT this thing is going to be looong but will read almost like a short story so hopefully it will tie you over until the next book! =) Read in installments or something! lol  Happy New Year everyone!! 

Pre-show HAPPENING TODAY 12-28-11! Visit Judy's Jumbles blog and "watch" the preshow of The Moreno Brothers live blogcast where she will have the entire cast on and ask all the tough questions!! 

Update 12/19/11 New stops added to tour!

Update! 12/10/11!  The tour is going to be lots of fun make sure you drop in at all stops as there will be giveaways and hints and sneak peeks of the coming series. 
So here are some of the stops and dates set for the Moreno Brothers blog tour. I will add more as they get added. If you are a blogger or reviewer with a reading/review blog and are interested in being part of the tour please go to Bewitching Book Tours for information on how you can participate in the tour. For now here is the schedule so far. Check back as more dates get booked I will be updating. I will also add more information as far as what each stop will feature type of promo, give-away, live chats etc. As the information is given to me.    

January 2nd
(Will Promo the Series)

January 2nd
Fangtastic Books

January 3d
(Will be interviewing Alex, Eric and Romero about Sal. Fun!)

January 4th
Just Judy's Jumble's 
(BIG feature interviews entire "cast" of series on her virtual talk show).  

January 9th
Roxanne's Realm

January 10th
(Interview, Promo, entire series review)  

January 13th
Tamara Rose Blodgett's blog
(Author interview )

January 14th
Kay Dee Royal
(Author interview

January 19th
(Author Interview)

January 21st

January 22nd
(Author interview & Series review

January 22nd
Mila Ramo's Blob 

January 24th
(Author interview, review of ABM)   

January 26th
A Tale of Many Rivers 
(Character interview, up close and personal with Sofie)

January 29th
(Review of series

January 30th
Reader Girls

January 31st
The Ultimate Fan Blog
(Interview Promo) 

Friday, November 25, 2011

Angel and Sarah announcement!

So y'all want more Angel and Sarah uh? As I've said many times I do listen to my readers and what you guys want you get... usually. Honestly I just can't put them through a whole book of ups and downs again. However, there was one thing they did go through once married that I thought you might enjoy being a part of. So in addition to Making You Mine being the longest book in the series, it will also include a bonus 11k word short story about Angel and Sarah! =) This one comes with a tissue alert. Have one handy you will need it. You guys asked for it! 

No blurb will be given but I will give you this much. A very short teaser that was featured earlier this week on the FB fan page, followed by the newest charm Angel is hoping to add to Sarah's bracelet. First the teaser. Set up: Angel is talking to one of the employees at his and Sarah's restaurant:

Latest teaser: 12/13/11

Even after he knew she was home and safe in bed he couldn’t shake that feeling that something was wrong. Then he got the call.
Sarah was crying. “Please don’t be mad at me!”
His heart began to race. “About what?”
Previous Teaser:

"I’ll need you to bar tend today but not until Sarah gets here. I’ll have her take over your section.”
“Isn’t she here already?” Raul asked.
“No,” Angel wiped down the bar. “She was having breakfast with her mom this morning.”
“She was out in the parking lot when I drove in. I thought she’d be in here by now. Unless,” Raul smirked. “That guy whose arms she flew into stole her away.”
Angel turned and peered at Raul not sure if he was serious. He had the stupidest sense of humor sometimes. But apparently he was serious. “What are you talking about?”

And the charm:


Friday, November 18, 2011

Forever Mine (mini prequel) Sydney and Sarah the early years.

So I decided to post this on the main blog because I wanted to have a direct link to it on the Miscellaneous writing page. It's just a matter of time before this post is buried and I want to be able to link the readers their directly so you won't have to dig later.

Anyhoo as I mentioned on the updates this is something I came across while digging for old writings. This was an alternate beginning to FM. It sort of reads like the beginning of Sofie skipping years to show the bond between Syd and Sarah. How they met, became close etc. However in the end I decided the REAL story of Forever Mine didn't really start until she gets the call from her mother. So this was left on the cutting room floor. But now that so many have read the story I thought it might be fun to share this. Maybe you'll get a better understanding of Sarah and Syd's relationship. It's not very long. Probably the length of one of my regular chapters. Hope you enjoy! =)   

Syd and Sarah (The Early Years.) 

Cromer Elementary School
Flagstaff Arizona
6th Grade

Having friends is over rated. Sarah sighed. Two weeks at this school and she was still sitting alone. She didn’t bother trying to make friends anymore. For as long as she could remember she and her mother had been moving at least twice a year. Any friendships she’d made were over before they’d really begun. And so, while all the other kids rushed to finish their lunch to get out to the playground and socialize, she sat there as usual in no hurry.
She scanned her lunch tray. The only thing that appealed to her was the tangerine. Her mind drifted while she peeled it. A group of kids sat two tables across from her talking loudly. One of the boys stuck a straw in his nose and said something to a girl in braids who laughed so hard she spit out her milk.
Sarah smiled.
“You gonna eat those?”
Jolted, Sarah quickly came back to reality. She hadn’t even noticed the boy that sat down diagonally across from her. He was pointing at her soggy fries. Without a thought, she pushed the tray of fries toward him. He smiled, sticking one in his mouth immediately.
Sarah watched his plump fingers grab for more. He was a chubby boy bordering on fat, with dark spiky hair. The hoody jacket he wore zipped only halfway up and looked a little snug. He turned to look at the kids Sarah had been watching, then back at her.
“So why don’t you sit with them?”
Sarah shrugged, feeling her cheeks warm.
The boy smiled. “You new here?”
She nodded.
“Do you talk?” He took a bite of his cheeseburger.
Sarah looked at him for a second. “Yeah, I talk.”
“I guess you do.” He grinned. “You have a name?”
“Sarah Lynn.” She always gave both her first and middle names. It's how her mom had always introduced her.
He studied her for a moment while he continued to chew. Pushing his tray over so he was sitting right in front of her, he took a drink of his chocolate milk.
“You look more like a Lynn, than a Sarah,” he said. “I’m Sydney, by the way.”
Sarah looked at his loaded tray and fought back a smirk. “Are you new too?”
Sydney shook his head, shoving a few fries in his mouth. “Nah, I’ve been going here since Kindergarten.”
“Oh.” She felt bad for him.
He stopped chewing for a second and narrowed his eyes a bit. “What? You think I don’t have any friends?”
“No,… I didn’t … I mean…”
“Relax, I have friends. They’re all out there.” He laughed pointing to the playground. “You know, they eat real fast, and then go play basketball and stuff. That’s not for me. I’d rather take my time in here.”
Sarah nodded, slipping a slice of her tangerine in her mouth.
“So where you from?”
“Well, the last place we lived was in Tempe.”
“Oh yeah? Why’d you move?”
“My mom got a job out here.” She shrugged.
She looked back down at her tangerine. There was no need to tell him about her mom changing jobs every six or seven months, sometimes even more.
“Well, you’ll like Flagstaff. It snows up here in the winter.”
The kids she’d been watching all got up and started out the cafeteria. One of the girls, the one with the braids glanced in Sarah and Sydney’s direction. She said something to the other girls and they laughed loudly.
“Hey, Tina,” Sydney said.
The girl in the braids turned to look at him, making a face. “What?”
“Someone with your I.Q. should have a low voice too.” He put his finger to his lips. “I’m trying to eat here.”
Tina rolled her eyes and walked away with the rest of the girls.
“I don’t think she got it.” Sarah giggled.
“Oh, I’m sure she didn’t. That’s the beauty of it,” Sydney grinned. “I can say stuff like that to her all day long and she’d never know to be mad.”
“So she’s not the brightest?”
“Nope, neither is her sister,” He paused for a moment to finish chewing. “You have any sisters?”
“No." Sarah shook her head. "No brothers either. It’s just me and my mom. What about you?”
“Nope, it’s just me. But I got a dog. He’s a big one too—Great Dane, more like a pony actually than a dog.”
“Really? That big?” Sarah's eyes opened wide. “I’ve only seen them in pictures, never in person.”
“Oh you have to. They’re awesome. Diesel’s almost two and he’s taller than my dad when he stands. And my dad is six feet tall.”
“Wow, that’s hard to believe.”
"Believe it. Maybe you could come by one day and check him out. He’s really cool, big as he is, he’s real gentle.” He paused. “Where do you live?”
“Over on Elm and Kendrick.”
“No kidding? I’m a block over on Fine and Kendrick. You take the bus?”
“No, I walk,” she said.
She hated the bus, hated all those faces staring at her as she boarded like she was some kind of alien.
“I walk, too. You wanna come by after school?”
Normally Sarah would’ve felt funny about going over someone’s house she just met. But there was something about Sydney that made her feel comfortable.
“I have to check with my mom first,” she said. “Maybe tomorrow.”
“Sounds good.” He stared at her for a moment. “Are your eyes green or blue?”
Sarah looked down at her last piece of tangerine. “Green.”
“They’re cool. Not often you see a brunette with green eyes.” He popped another fry in his mouth.
The bell rang just as Sydney polished off what was left of his lunch, and they walked back to class.


Almost done with her homework, Sarah took a bite of her quesadilla. She got up to get more juice when she heard the front door open. It surprised her that her mom was home so early.
“Hi, sweetie. How was your day?” Her mom took off her coat and put her things down on the sofa.
“It was good, how was yours?”
“Oh, I’d say it was pretty darn good.” Her mom walked in the kitchen and took a bite of Sarah’s quesadilla.
“I can make more,” Sarah offered standing up.
“That’s okay. I’ll make more. You finish your homework.”
“So what’s up?” Sarah asked, sitting back down at the table.
Her mom pulled out the cheese from the refrigerator. “Well, the girl I’m covering for while she’s on pregnancy leave, called today and said she won’t be coming back. The position is open now. I’ve been doing a pretty good job, so I don’t see why they wouldn’t offer it to me.”
Sarah stared at her blankly. “Does that mean this would be permanent?”
“Yeah, hon.” Her mom beamed. “The pay is really good, too. Better than any other job I’ve had. If I get this, it means we won’t be moving again.”
“Really? When will you know?”
“Well, she just gave her notice today, so we’ll have to wait and see. But it really looks good.”
“Oh, mom!" She jumped out of her seat and threw her arms around her mother’s neck. "I hope you get it. I’d hate to move again. And I really want to be here when it snows. And –"
Her mom chuckled. “Don’t get too excited yet. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything so soon.”
“Okay, but I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”
Her mom picked up the plate with the quesadilla and walked over to the table. Sarah followed.
“I made a friend today.”
“You did? That’s great honey. What’s her name?”
“She’s a he.”
“Yeah, and he’s really nice. His name’s Sydney. He invited me over his house tomorrow to see his dog.”
“His dog?”
“Um hu,” Sarah nodded picking at her food, “A Great Dane, he says it’s taller than his dad when he stands. I can’t wait to see him.”
Sarah’s mom eyed her silently, for a moment. “How old is this Sydney?”
“My age I guess, we’re both in the sixth grade. He lives right on the other block, on Fine. Can I go?”
Her mom took a drink of her milk and raised an eyebrow. “Is Sydney cute?”
"What? Mom!” Sarah smiled crinkling her nose.
Her mom laughed softly. “I’m just asking.”
“He’s nice, that’s all that matters.”
“So he’s not.” Her mom giggled.
Sarah smiled. It was nice to see her mom in good mood for once.
The next day Sarah hung out with Sydney at school, and then later in the afternoon met Diesel and Sydney’s mom, Frances Maricopa. She reminded Sarah of one of those moms on TV from the old family shows that wore aprons and always had a smile on their face.
She was invited to stay to eat and Sarah had one of the best home cooked meals she’d ever had—the first of many to come. Sydney walked her home because it was getting dark by the time she left. They talked the whole way, much like they had all day. Unlike, a handful of the girlfriends she’d managed to make over the years, Sydney was so much easier to talk to.
Later that week, Sarah got the best news she’d had in years. Her mom had been offered the position at her office. They’d be staying in Flagstaff for good. Sarah was finally home.

Flagstaff Middle School
8th Grade
Sydney pulled a chocolate chip granola bar out of his lunch bag. He’d just finished eating a piece of chicken breast with no skin, a small bowl of cottage cheese, a diet soda and a tiny box of raisins.
Sarah frowned. “That’s not on your list of stuff you’re allowed to eat.”
“Can you cut me some slack? It’s a granola bar.”
“Yeah, but it has chocolate chips in it.”
Sydney rolled his eyes, and shoved it back in the paper bag.
“See?" She smiled. "And you said you had no willpower.”
“I don’t know how much longer I can do this, Lynni.” He tossed the bag in a nearby trashcan. “This food sucks and I’m still hungry.”
They got up and began walking out the cafeteria. Sarah tried being optimistic. In two years, her best friend had gone from being a chubby to dangerously overweight. She’d finally convinced him to join the Running Club at school with her. And they’d gone online to find a diet he could stick to.
“Sydney, you’ve lost almost twelve pounds in three weeks. Just think if you keep up this rate you’ll be down to your goal weight by the time we start high school next year.”
Sydney frowned. “Most of that was water weight, Lynni. The hard part starts now.”
“Well it’s a good thing we’re starting the Running Club now—just in time.” She grinned.


Hands at her hips, Sarah stood there catching her breath. As usual, Sydney was last to finish running the required laps before heading to the showers.
“You got it, Syd. Don’t stop!” she shouted.
She winced, seeing the pain in Sydney’s face. He shuffled his way slowly toward her, but didn’t stop. That alone was progress. The first few meetings they had with the Running club he’d given up halfway. He’d even talked about dropping out but with Sarah’s encouragement, hung in there.
A couple of girls walking by giggled. Sarah shot them an icy look.
Sydney and Sarah walked back toward the gym and when he finally caught his breath began to talk. “As hard as that was, I gotta admit it’s getting easier.”
When they reached the gym, he bent over at the faucet letting the water run all over his face.
“Have you weighed yourself lately?” Sarah asked.
“No, but I will right now when I go in.”
“I can’t wait. I’m sure you’ve lost more since last week.”
After Sarah had showered and dressed, she walked outside. Sydney was talking to Cheryl, one of the girls from his band class.
“It was so cool last year and they say it should be better this year,” Cheryl said, just as Sarah walked up. “Plus, it’s your last year here you have to go.”
Sydney read the flyer Cheryl handed him. He looked up at Sarah, then back at Cheryl.
“I’ll let you know,” he said.
He folded the flyer and put it in his pocket. But Sarah caught the words Christmas Festival.
“Yeah let me know soon, cause my mom needs a head count.” Cheryl said, walking away.
“Is that the Christmas thing you didn’t go to last year?” Sarah asked.
Syd nodded. “I lost four more pounds.”
Sarah smiled, but her thoughts went back to the Festival. It was something Cheryl’s busybody mom had put together for the band members to attend and perform, around the holidays. But it was in Phoenix, and the previous year had been a four day thing. Sydney opted out last year and Sarah got the feeling he didn’t go because he knew she’d be alone for the holidays.
“That’s great, Syd. I know you’re going drop all the weight. I have no doubt.” She walked along side of him. “So are you going?”
“Going where?”
“To that Christmas thing?”
He made a face. “Nah.”
“Why not?”
“Not my thing.”
“What do you mean it’s not your thing? You love playing the Sax.”
Sydney shrugged. “The holidays are about being with family.”
Sarah smiled feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. She leaned on him for a second. “I’m really proud of you for sticking to your diet, Syd.”

Flagstaff High School
11th Grade

The backpack clunked down every step, echoing throughout the empty hallway. Sarah frowned. Why did she always wait until the last day of school to clean out her locker? Her backpack weighed a ton. She made her way out the front entrance and lugged it down the sidewalk toward the parking lot.
Sydney was leaning against his car talking to Carina Santiago. They were in Jazz Band together. Carina played the Cello. Sarah smiled. She’d teased Sydney before about having a thing for Carina but so far he wouldn’t admit anything.
Sydney saw Sarah and hurried toward her, taking the backpack from her.
“Damn Lynn, wadda ya have in here? Bricks?”
Sarah flashed her metal smile. Her braces would be coming off in a few weeks. She was so glad she’d be rid of them and just in time for senior year.
She looked up at Carina who was still standing next to Sydney’s car. “Carina looks pretty today,” she smirked.
Sydney rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
She rifled through her backpack on the way home. Sarah wanted to show Sydney a picture she’d found buried in her locker. It was of the two of them in the eighth grade, before Sydney had lost all the weight.
“What are you looking for?”
“A picture I found. I almost forgot how heavy you were,” she giggled.
“Uuggh, I don’t wanna see that.”
“But it’s so inspiring," she insisted. "Besides I don’t look so hot in it either—with my ridiculous bangs and my goofy snaggletooth smile!”
Sydney frowned. “I never thought you had a goofy smile.”
“Oh please, it was awful,” Sarah said. “Forget it. I can’ find it in this mess. I’ll show it to you another time. So what’s up with you and Carina?”
Sydney glanced at her for a second, then back at the road.
“Nothing, we’re just friends.”
“I don’t know,” Sarah teased. “I think she likes you.”
Sydney stared straight ahead but smiled.
“Think so?”
“Yeah, I think so.”


Sarah glared at her mom. “So you don’t trust me?”
“No, I didn’t say that—”
“You don’t trust Sydney then, is that it?”
“No. Sarah, this has nothing to do with trust. It’s just that you two are getting older now and… well it doesn’t seem right for him to be here alone with you for hours at a time.
“But you’re never here so when is he supposed to come over?” She regretted it as soon as she said it. She knew her mom hated having to work such long hours and spending so little time with her.
“Sarah, you have to be reasonable. I know he’s your best friend but your both at a very dangerous age hormonally. Anything can happen.”
Sarah sunk in her seat. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. In all the years she’d been friends with Sydney not once had they ever talked about anything that might ruin their friendship.
“I know how fond you two are of each other.” Her mother continued. “It’s just not the smartest thing for me to allow my teenage daughter so much time alone with a boy, even if he is just a friend.”
“You can’t be serious." Sarah rolled her eyes. "First of all he is not just a friend, he’s my best friend. You know him, mom. We’ve never looked at each other that way. I love him like a brother and he feels the same way.”
“I know this, but things change, honey.”
“They haven’t though.” Sarah picked up her plate and stood up. She’d hardly touched her food, losing her appetite as soon as she heard those words.
I don’t think Sydney should be spending so much time here when I’m not around anymore.
Sarah had been shocked. She could tell her mom was in a bad mood as soon as she walked in the door. Sarah and Sydney were both lying on the floor drawing up posters for Syd’s campaign. He was going to be running for Class President this year. Her mom took one look at them and slammed the door. But she was often in a bad mood when she got home from work lately so it didn’t seem that big a deal. The last thing Sarah had expected was this.
“I’m not done talking,” her mom said.
“Well, I am.” Sarah placed her plate in the sink.
“Sarah Lynn Fierro, you will stay here until I’m finished.”
Sarah stood there, facing the sink. She could feel her ears getting hot and she pressed her lips together.
“There’s something else I need to talk to you about,” her mom continued.
Sarah stood there, refusing to turn around. What now?
“Come sit down.”
There was an uneasiness about her mothers tone. She turned around and saw the grim look on her mothers face. In all the years since she was a little girl no matter what they’d been through she never saw what she thought she saw in her mothers eyes now. Fear.
She walked over and sat down across from her mother.
“I’ve done something I’m not proud of, and I’ve lost my job.”
Sarah searched her mom’s eyes, the words still echoing in her head. But before she could say anything her mom spoke again.
“I could be looking at jail time.”

Running up the front porch steps, Sarah waved at Sydney’s dad who was busy washing the family’s SUV in the driveway.
“Hi, Mr. Maricopa,” she said.
“Hey, Sarah,” he said. “Syd’s inside. Go on in.”
Sarah walked in straight into the kitchen where she saw Sydney leaning on the counter reading something.
“Ready for our run?”
Sydney glanced up for a second, barely acknowledging her. Then went back to what he was reading.
“Helloo?” she said, as she reached him. “What’s that?”
“Band camp.” His eyes still fixed on the paper.
“Again?" She frowned. "Seem’s like it was just a few months ago that you got back from it.”
Sydney finally looked at her. “That was last summer.”
“There’s no way it’s been a year.”
“Yep, it has.”
“And you have to go?” She jumped up and sat on the counter.
“It’s only a week, Lynni. You’ll be fine.”
“I know,” She sighed. “But that week always feels like a freakin month.”
Sydney bent his leg up behind him, holding it with his hand against his back side. “There’s more schools going this year and they’re adding individual contests. I might enter one.”
Might? Why wouldn’t you? You so would win.”
Sydney dropped his leg down and bent the other one up. “I dunno, the competition’s really tough this year. Some of the new schools going are magnet schools for the arts. They focus just on the music—”
“Okay stop,” Sarah said. “You know I hate it when you do this. Magnet school or not, you’re brilliant Syd. Don’t ever question that.”
“Yeah, yeah, says you.” He made a face.
“No, says everyone. You definitely should to do it. When we get back we’ll go over your music so you can start practicing a piece today.” She jumped off the counter.
Sydney smiled watching Sarah as she pumped herself up jumping up and down.
“Any news about your mom’s thing?”
Sarah sighed. “No but she we did talk about the possibilities and...” she paused for a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t even want to think about it.”
Sydney stared at her. “That bad?”
Sarah nodded. “If she does go to jail she wants me to go live with my Aunt.”
“What? The one in California? You hardly know her.”
“I know. That’s what I said but there’s no arguing with my mother. She insists I be with family, even if I hardly know her. ”
Sarah bit her lip.
“Well, don’t worry about it yet," Sydney said. "Anything can happen right? And worse case scenario—"
“Don’t even say it.” Sarah gasped.
“Lynni, it doesn’t have to be that bad. California is not that far and we’ll always be in touch.” He put his hands on her shoulders. “I promise. C’mon lets go, it may not even happen so why worry about it now?”


Sarah went numb. This couldn’t be happening. She gripped the phone, her knuckles going white. The knot in her throat was unbearable.
“Sarah, are you still there?”                                                   
In an almost inaudible whimper Sarah answered, “Ah huh.”
“I know this is hard, honey, but it’s not the end of the world. We talked about this already, and you knew it was a possibility. I tried, Sarah. I really did. But there’s no way around it. We’ve gone over all the other options, but anything else is too much of a risk. It’s for the best.”
“But, senior year …” Sarah felt the anger building, and the tears burning in her eyes. She felt ready to blow up—lash out. Then she heard her mom again. Her voice choked up as well.
“I know, honey. I’m so sorry. I really screwed things up this time.”
Her mom took a long, trembling deep breath and it broke Sarah’s heart. She wanted to be with her, to hug her, and comfort her.
“It’s okay, Mom. I’ll be fine.”                              
Her mom cleared her throat and lowered her voice. Sounding very determined, she spoke again, “I am going to make this up to you. I promise, okay?”
“I’ve already called Aunt Norma. She and Uncle Alfred will be here this weekend. They wanna help us pack so you and I will have time to spend together. Then I’ll have to be in court on Monday.”
Sarah gasped. “Monday?”
“Yeah, babe, Monday.”
Sarah covered half her face with her free hand and shook her head. Not wanting to make her mother feel any worse, she choked back a sob.
“Alright, mom,” she whispered.
“I’m gonna be here a while, honey, so don’t wait up for me. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow.”
She hung up and looked at her best friend Sydney who’d been sitting on the bed next to her the whole time. Sydney stared at her anxiously.
“She’s pleading guilty and gonna do at least three years. I have to go live with my Aunt Norma in California.”  Sydney kept a strong front but Sarah fell into his arms crying. 

You wanna know what happens next? Go read Forever Mine! =)

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Romero Is Live!

Okay it's out of my hands now! But I did my part! Romero is now uploaded to both Amazon and Nook. As soon as it goes live on either site it's available for you readers. I've posted this very short bonus while you wait on my fanpage and GoodReads so I'll post here too!

 Now live on Amazon  B&N

And Smashwords!

She squeezed her eyes shut just before she turned the corner to walk back into the front room. “I wasn’t alone.”
He looked up from the box and their eyes met. The easygoing expression faded slowly. “Oh yeah? Who went with you?”

Hint: He is not going to like the answer to this question.

Edited to add: Every time I upload a new book no matter how many times I go over my check list before hitting publish then not being able to change anything for days I ALWAYS forget at least one thing. This time I forgot to clarify in the product description that Romero is Adult Contemporary romance. NOT YA. Remember guys he has a mouth on him so there will be adult language and of course sexual content. Just so you are all aware.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Making You Mine - Is now live on Amazon!

UPDATE 1/5/26 Now available on Smashwords! 
UPDATE  12/26/11 Now available on B&N
For those of you who haven't read MYM yet and for my Barnes and Noble readers. There is a brand new excerpt never before posted anywhere being featured today on Tamara Blodgetts Blog! 

Thanks to you guys guess who is #1 Hot New Releases? =D
Get your copy now on Amazon! Happy Holidays everyone! I will update when it goes live on Barnes & Noble. =)
Always in control, the meticulous and professional Salvador Moreno is thrown for a loop when the newly hired bartender Grace Zendejas suddenly invades his family’s restaurant, and infuriatingly, his every thought. For the first time in his life, Sal is fumbling. But after recovering from a few blunders he discovers his feelings for Grace run much deeper.

Things begin to heat up between him and Grace, but then the ever-perfect Sal does something even his brothers never did—screws up royally. Now he’s scrambling to cover up a mistake he knows could cost him dearly. As his relationship with Grace grows even more serious, Sal's secret is a ticking bomb, threatening to destroy the one thing he now lives and breathes for—his relationship with the love of his life—Grace.

3 Teasers of Making You Mine:

Sal rushed to the restroom and threw up. With the water running while he rinsed his face, he hadn’t heard the door open.
“How you feeling?”
He spun around, and the room spun with him, causing him to nearly lose his balance. It was a good thing he held on to the vanity for support, because his legs almost gave out on him when he saw her. This was even worse than what he’d imagined.
“Have you ever been to Juarez, Mr. Moreno?” She spoke almost through her teeth. Sal wondered if she’d ever looked into interview etiquette. Did she really think her constant interruptions were going to buy her points?
“Yes, I have, actually.”
“It doesn’t get more fast paced than that, when it comes to preparing Mexican cuisine, Mr. Moreno.”
“Can you stop calling me that?” Unlike his brothers, Sal had never been short on patience, but something about her refusing to call him by his first name had begun to get to him.
Graciela slid out of the booth. Sal hurried to slide out of his side and stood up ready to face off with her.
“Will you be considering me for the position?”
“As a head chef? No. But I do need a bartender.”
If looks could kill, he’d be a stinking corpse. “When can I expect an answer?”
“Well, I’ll have to discuss it with my brother but I’ll get back to you.”
“Thank you.” With that, she spun around and walked away. 
Sal bolted out of his chair in reaction to that news. The guy was there all fucking weekend and he’d spent the night at her place? He ran his hand roughly through his hair. “And you’re sure it was Nevada plates?”
“Yep, I mean it could be a coincidence but—”
“Nah, it’s no coincidence that’s hi
s car.” He couldn’t believe he could be so wrong about her.
“Yeah, I didn’t think so either. So whatta ya want me to do? I could still look into it but I mean… this pretty much says it all.”
He stopped pacing and shook his head. “No. Don’t waste anymore time on her. I don’t need to know anything else. But thanks.”
The second he hung up he picked up the coffee mug on his desk and flung it across the room. Hearing it smash into a million pieces was what he needed at that moment. But it did little more to calm him.
Oscar rushed in the room. “You okay in here?”
Sal could barely control his breathing much less talk. He nodded and pointed at the door. “Just close the door will you? I need a minute.”
Oscar stared at him for a moment without moving.
“Close the fucking door!”
Oscar flinched at his booming voice but reached for the knob and walked out closing the door behind him
Bonus Teaser of Making You Mine posted exclusively on Tamara Blodchett's blog
Read an interview with Alex, Angel, Romero and Eric answering questions about Sal on A Book Lovers Review blog.  

3 Short Teasers of Sarah & Angels short story "Only Eight Days" included in Making You Mine
"I’ll need you to bar tend today but not until Sarah gets here. I’ll have her take over your section.”
“Isn’t she here already?” Raul asked.
“No,” Angel wiped down the bar. “She was having breakfast with her mom this morning.”
“She was out in the parking lot when I drove in. I thought she’d be in here by now. Unless,” Raul smirked. “That guy whose arms she flew into stole her away.”
Angel turned and peered at Raul not sure if he was serious. He had the stupidest sense of humor sometimes. But apparently he was serious. “What are you talking about?”

That was strange. Who would be visiting Sarah in a cab? Then it hit him. Something began to warm his insides just as he saw her walk in. He fully expected to see Sydney walk in behind her but she was alone. He met her by the hallway leading to the back room. As soon as their eyes met he knew something was wrong. “You okay?”


Even after Angel knew Sarah was home and safe in bed he couldn’t shake that feeling that something was wrong. Then he got the call.

Sarah was crying. “Please don’t be mad at me!”

His heart began to race. “About what?”


Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Another Short excerpt of Romero... release date is just around the corner!

Lets get you all warmed up for Romero. If you've read Always Been Mine this scene will be very familiar to you. Only now you get to be in Romero's head and see what he was really thinking when this happened. If you haven't, the scene is pretty self explanatory. Only thing you need to know is, even though this is pretty early on in their relationship, it's been firmly established that they are exclusive.

Waking up next to Isabel was a mixed feeling for Romero. On the one hand, he loved seeing her first thing when he woke up. On the other, he was afraid if he got too used to it he’d never want to wake without her again. He wasn’t sure if she was ready for that. His feelings for her had taken him by storm. He was afraid of freaking her out. 
Hearing something in the front room, he sat up. He frowned when he realized he woke Isabel, but then smiled at her perfectly naked body. “That’s probably Valerie. What time is it?”
“Really?” She sat up. “Already? I never sleep that late.”
Romero smiled, remembering why. “We had a long night.”
Isabel got out of bed and searched her closet. “What are you looking for?”
“My robe. It’s in here somewhere.”
She found it, flung it on and hurried out the room. Romero sat up and pulled his jeans on. He walked out into the restroom. When he walked out of the restroom, he saw Isabel hurry back into the room. The phone in the kitchen rang.
“I got it!” Valerie yelled from the front room.
It kept ringing so Romero walked out into the kitchen. He froze when he came face to face with Valerie. She seemed surprised to see him, especially since he was still shirtless and barefoot. Her expression amused him. “You gonna get that?”
“No,” she said, her eyes obviously trying to avoid his bare chest. “The answering machine can pick it up.”
The machine went off just as Isabel came out of the room, now dressed in shorts and a blouse. Romero turned back to Isabel when the machine beeped.
“Isabel this is Michael. I just wanted to tell you I had a fantastic time with you Friday night…”
Isabel took a step toward the machine, but stopped when Romero stepped in front of her. The heat inside him, already on the rise. The kind of heat that made him do things he never wanted Isabel to be witness to.  He swallowed hard, trying to understand what he was hearing. She’d said she was with her sister Friday night. He listened as the message went on.
“… I’ll be here a little longer than I thought, so I was hoping I could see you again before I leave…” 
He couldn’t take his eyes off Isabel, feeling his heart beat pick up with every word the fucker on the machine said.
“… I hope we can make this happen.” He left his number for her, then hung up.
“Funny story,” Isabel said, attempting to make light of it, but Romero felt on the verge of exploding.
He tried to stay calm, hoping she did have a reasonable explanation. “Yeah, Isabel?  Tell me about it.”
“My sister set this up before we even started going out.”
Instantly Romero saw red. “You were on a date with this guy Friday?”
“No, we just had dinner—”
“That’s a date! What else did you just do with him?” Vision of her with another guy assaulted him and the guys words slammed into him. “You know what? I don’t wanna know.” The urgency to get out before he snapped had reached a disastrous stage. He rushed to the room. “Whatever you did, it was fucking fantastic!
Romero pushed the door to her room open, slamming it against the wall. There were only a handful of times he’s felt this way in his life and each time he’d exploded beyond his control. He didn’t want that to happen now. That side of him was off limits to most people he knew, but especially, Izzy.  He grabbed his shoes and slipped one on as she walked into the room, closing the door behind her. He couldn’t even look at her.
“I’m sorry. She’d set this up a long time ago.”
With his heart already pounding away, he attempted to speak.  “Why would she still expect you to go if you’re with me now?”
She didn’t say anything. He stopped what he was doing and stared, feeling the hurt pummel through him. She still hadn’t told her sister.    
 “I just didn’t think it was a big deal to get—”
“Not a big deal? You lied to me!” She flinched when he yelled and he immediately regretted it. That was it, if he didn’t get out of there now, he might do or say something worse he’d regret.
Feeling his temper reach a level where there was no turning back from, he slipped on his other shoe and grabbed his shirt, rushing past her and out the bedroom door.
“I’m sorry, Romero,” she said,  as he walked past a very stunned looking Valerie.
“I’m sorry, too. Go call him back, Isabel. Make it happen.”  He grabbed his keys and wallet and rushed out. 
He fought the incredible urge to go back and demand to know what the fuck was so fantastic about Friday night. No guy would call a date fantastic if nothing had happened. That’s the reason why he stopped her before she answered. If she so much as admitted to kissing the guy, Romero would’ve gone off the deep end for sure. 

Coming very soon...

Friday, August 26, 2011

Romero Teaser/Excerpt! WIP - unedited.

TGIF everyone! So here's a first sneak peek to Romero -- next up in the Moreno Brothers series!

Set up: So they've met at a wedding shower a couple of weeks prior. Romero was amused by Isabel, but initially had determined she wasn't his type--too uptight. Isabel knows he's definitely not her type  but when she unexpectedly runs into him at the mall, they share a meal that turns out to be more fun than she would have every imagined. Here they sit having after dinner drinks as she fills him in about her sister.   

The waitress put the bill down on the table and Romero took it. Isabel reached for her purse. “How much is it?”
“Get out of here. I got this.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep, plus I’m not done yet. When she comes by again, I’m gonna order a beer. You want one?” Then he rolled his eyes. “That’s right you drink wine. I don’t know if they have any here.” He reached for the drink menu, “I’ve never—”
“I drink beer.”
“You do?” He asked, bringing his attention back to her.
“Yeah, just ‘cause I didn’t have any at the shower. But I’ve been known to throw a few back here and there.”
Romero smiled and flagged the waitress down. After several rounds, Isabel said she had to drive, but she asked for water and they continued to talk. She’d never felt as witty as he made her feel, because he laughed so much at some of the things she said. Though the majority of the time she wasn’t trying to be funny. 
“So you said your sister sets you up a lot. Obviously, these guys she’s picking are not the winners she thinks they are, if you’re still single.”
Isabel lifted a shoulder stirring the ice in her water with the straw. “They’ve all been nice. But there has to be more than just what she thinks is perfect. There has to be chemistry.”
“And what is perfect to her?” He swallowed the last of his beer and set the bottle on the end of the table.
“Respectable, good career, good place in society, someone she thinks will take good care of her little sister.”
His expression went serious for a moment. “Good place in society. What the hell does that mean?” The waitress came by and took the bottle. Romero held up a finger for another beer.
Isabel took a deep breath. Normally she wouldn’t get so personal, but over the course of the evening she’d begun to feel more and more comfortable talking to him. She found him to be a breath of fresh air, especially compared to all the uptight guys she usually dated. Not that she’d consider this a date, but even having someone like Romero as a friend could be a fun—different. “Everyone in my family, with the exception of me and my mother, has at least one masters degree. My sister’s married to a Lieutenant Commander in the U.S. Navy. Most of the men she sets me up with, are up there in rank, either that or someone she met in graduate school.” Isabel sipped her straw. When she looked up it was strange to see not even a trace of a smirk on Romero’s face. “That’s the way she’s always been,” she shrugged. “She just wants the best for me.”
Halfway through her explanation she’d begun to rethink telling Romero all this, especially since she still wasn’t sure what exactly he did for a living. He might take offense.   
The waitress set the new beer in front of Romero and he took a swig. “Well, good luck finding Mr. Perfect based on a fucking rank or degree.”
And there it was. She definitely wasn’t asking him what he did for a living now. She didn’t want him to think she was judging him. “So what about you? You have any brothers or sisters?”
He shook his head. “Nope, just me and my uncles. Which reminds me.” He pulled out something from his back pocket and handed it to her. “I almost forgot why I came here.”
Her eyes went from the paper in her hand to his. “I thought you said you were here looking for tools?”
The smirk was back and now it was his turn to look a little embarrassed. Isabel felt a flutter in her belly and her face warm. “I uh, was hoping to run into you, actually. I was here last Friday, too. I remembered you saying you got your nails done here on Fridays.”
Isabel was floored, but at the same time filled with a strange excitement.
He ran his fingers through his hair. “My uncle gets tickets to the Padre games from some of his clients sometimes and I remembered you said you were a fan.” With the smirk gone, their eyes locked and Isabel felt her heart speed up. He pointed at the tickets but kept his eyes on hers. “I thought you might wanna go. It’s tomorrow night.”
“I… uh.” She gulped, still trying to get past the fact that he’d sought her out two weeks in a row.  “I have a lot of papers to grade this weekend.”
Why did she always do that? She saw the disappointment in his eyes. “You sure? Can’t you do that on Sunday?”
Yes, she could. She finally pulled her eyes away from his and looked down at the tickets. She hadn’t been to a game in a while.
“It’s a good one," he said. "Against the Dodgers. They’re both tied for second right now.”
She could do this. Romero was one-hundred percent the opposite of any guy she ever dated, but there was nothing wrong with going to a ballgame with a friend. She looked back at him. “Okay, I think I can work something out with those papers.” His face brightened immediately. That smile was beginning to do things to her.

Romero- Coming this fall!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Sweet Sofie NOW available on Amazon and B&N!!

The editing is coming along a lot faster than expected. Looks like I may not have to wait until Fall to release her story. YAY! Be on the look out it may be ready as soon as this weekend!

Update! Just went live on  AMAZON   & B&N Nook!

Here's another short teaser.

Age 13

Ever since the boys had moved on to high school, things had been different. Sofia finally had some freedom. A good thing too, because now that she’d lost a few pounds, boys were beginning to notice her. She could actually have a conversation with them during lunch, without worrying about one of her brothers breathing down their necks. Even Romero, but mostly Eric, had gotten in on the big brother act. As if three brothers weren’t enough.
Everything at home remained the same. Her brothers overbearing natures hadn’t changed at all. With them feeding off her dad’s old school mentality, about the importance of the older brother role, their interferences began to reach new heights
Sofia waited for Angel to leave the kitchen before asking her mom about the after-school dance that Friday. Her mom chopped onions while Sofia helped with the guacamole. She glanced back to make sure Angel had walked out.
“They’re having a Valentine’s dance this Friday after school. It’s just a two hour thing. I was thinking of going. Is that okay?”
Her mom turned to her and smiled. “Did someone ask you to the dance?”
Sofia shook her head. They weren’t noticing her that much yet, but someone had asked if she would be there. “No. It’s just going to be me and Tricia and some of the other girls from the running team.”
“I don’t see why not.” Her mom rinsed her hands in the sink.
Alex walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Sofia pressed her lips together, willing her mom not to say anything about the dance in front of him. But all her mental efforts were in vain.
“Are you going to wear anything special to the dance, or is it just casual?”
Sofia kept her eyes on the avocado she mashed in the bowl, but from the corner of her eye, she saw they had Alex’s attention. “What dance?”
“The Valentine’s dance at Sofia’s school,” her mother said, matter of factly.
Alex made a face. “You going to the dance, Sof? With who?”
Trying her hardest to hide the attitude, Sofia didn’t bother looking at him. “With my friends.”
“What friends?” Alex pressed.
She turned around, no longer able to conceal her agitation. “Tricia and some of the other girls, Alex.”
Alex frowned. “School dances are lame, Sof.”
Sofia rolled her eyes, adding salt to the guacamole. “Well, I’ve never been to one. I just want to try it. Do you mind?”
“Maybe I do.”  
“Alex, go throw the trash out and tell your brothers it’s time for dinner,” her mother said, dumping the onion she’d been chopping into the guacamole.
Alex grabbed the trashcan and headed out the kitchen door.
“Sofia, never mind your brother, let me know if we need to get you anything to wear. You go and have a good time.” She kissed Sofia on the head. “Just be sure you come straight home after.”
Sofia smiled. Finally, her chance to mingle with boys, and her brothers wouldn’t be anywhere around.