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Friday, December 2, 2016

"In Mistletoe" (Tammy L. Bailey) RELEASE BLAST with GIVEAWAY!!


Never make the first move.
Never fall in love.
Never take anyone to Mistletoe’s Christmas Dance. 


IN MISTLETOE
Tammy L. Bailey
Releasing Dec 2nd, 2016
The Wild Rose Press


At twenty-five, Grace Evans is steadily picking up the pieces of everyone else’s life. So, when her younger sister decides to turn into a runaway bride just four weeks before the wedding, Grace, drops everything to chase after her and bring her back home. Only, when the trail leads to Mistletoe, Washington, she finds herself at the mercy of the town’s most handsome and emotionally unavailable bachelor.

Ex-Army officer, Ayden McCabe, has three creeds in life: never make the first move, never fall in love, and never take anyone to Mistletoe’s Christmas Dance. Wanting nothing more than to keep his matchmaking sister from meddling in his personal life, he agrees to help Grace if she agrees to play his girlfriend. Too brunette and meek for his taste, Ayden believes Grace can’t tempt him enough to break any of his creeds. He could not be more wrong.



EXCERPT
“Do you like rum cake?” he asked to keep himself from having to reevaluate all the reasons again. He admitted Wilhelmina Hawthorne’s dessert was more alcohol than flour, but anything to keep Grace from leaving him to go check her text messages in case the damn wish somehow made it through…not that he believed in the folklore in the first place.

“Sure, but I’m not very good with liquor.” She tucked a piece of dark hair behind her ear.
He chuckled, imagining her getting wild and disrobing on top of his antique coffee table.

“So, what happens with you and alcohol?”

She smiled. “I don’t take off my clothes, if that what you’re asking.”

“Damn.”

She laughed but lifted a dainty finger as if to give him a warning. “I fall asleep, so I can have some cake, but keep in mind there’s a very good chance my face will fall flat into the plate after my third bite.”

“I’ll take that chance.”

“It’s your call.” She shrugged. He left her to retrieve Wilhelmina’s prized rum cake, deciding to
bring the entire Bundt-shaped dessert with two forks resting on each side. When he entered the room, he found Grace sitting in quiet contemplation, her attention focused on the dormant redbrick fireplace. Since he’d installed the gas furnace several years before, he’d not
had any desire to light the fireplace up again, even when his dates hinted several times of how romantic it would be to cuddle before a crackling fire.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

She peered up, startled. “No, I’m fine.” She tried to stifle a shiver, and he sat the plate down and ambled away to retrieve some logs from his deck. Despite not using the fireplace, he understood the importance of keeping it ready for emergencies. It took several minutes, but he managed to build a popping fire, the sweet aroma of sizzling sap filling the space with a comforting fragrance. She moved to sit beside him, bringing the blanket his mother made with
her.

“This feels wonderful.” Grace closed her eyes and let the flickering light kiss her cheeks.

“Yes.” He sat captivated by her entranced features, realizing how he’d reminisced about kissing her, every glorious inch of her. “Are you ready for some football…and cake?” He projected his voice above the tone of his own thoughts. Her lids flew open, and he wondered where she’d
been these last few moments, and with whom. The thought unsettled him.

“Are you ready to carry me up a flight of stairs?”

He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. “Only if you’re fully naked.”

“How did I know you were going to say that?” She sighed and maneuvered around so the cake sat between them on the short coffee table. As he flipped the game on and muted the volume, she lifted a small bite to her lips when he reached out to stop her.

She gave him a quizzical look. “What’s the matter?”

“How about we make this interesting?”

She drew back, and he knew she didn’t trust his motives. “How…interesting?”




Tammy L. Bailey grew up in historical Appomattox, Virginia and moved to Ohio the day after she graduated high school. A third generation veteran, she joined the Army National Guard in 1988, served five years in the active duty Army, and retired as a Master Sergeant from the Ohio Air National Guard in 2011. She is a wife and a mother of two boys. She is a huge Jane Austen fan and loves watching Jane Austen movie adaptations.

When she's not writing contemporary or historical romance, she enjoys Star Wars movie night with her 10-year-old son and going to drumming practice with her 13-year-old son. Fall is her favorite season, the B-17 is her favorite plane, and Hawkeye is her favorite Avenger.




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Tuesday, April 19, 2016

"Lord Bachelor" (Tammy L. Bailey) ★★★★★ with GIVEAWAY!!


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LORD BACHELOR
Tammy L. Bailey
Released December 7th, 2015
Wild Rose Press


Edmund Rushwood is a single English lord in possession of a great fortune who is in desperate need of a rich wife. In accordance with his father’s will, Edmund has until he turns twenty-six to find a wealthy bride or lose his vast inheritance. To retain his selfish lifestyle, he agrees to join an American dating game show to find the woman who can save him. He doesn’t bargain on meeting Abby Forester, an impoverished, spirited American woman who is content to live out her father’s dreams in his vintage record shop.

With covert intervention from an unlikely source, Abby lands on the dating game show as one of Edmund’s potential brides. As their worlds entangle and love begins to bloom, Abby discovers Edmund cannot marry her and retain his wealth at the same time. Will love keep them together, or will greed triumph and tear them apart?

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EXCERPT

“If you’re going to complain, you can leave now.”
Edmund sent her a seductive glare. Out of patience, and with the night growing late, she shook her head.

“That smoldering look might work on simpering females like Zella Pendleton, but not me.”

He cocked his head to one side. “Was I smoldering?”

Unnerved, she clicked her tongue. “You know what I mean.”

He nodded, but continued to glance around, his gaze intense and wide with amazement. When her parents acquired the record store over thirty years ago, they’d made the upstairs their home. After Abby was born, they moved across the street to a modest two bedroom apartment. It was here, however, where her mother painted and where they played dress-up and danced to her father’s favorite albums. It was where her memories lived, though fleeting.

“I’m sure my home is as big as your closet, so if you start to get claustrophobic, you are welcome to show yourself out.”

He placed his hands behind his back and shook his head. “No, no. It’s quite…cozy, in a primitive sort of way.”

“Just don’t make yourself too comfortable,” she said, pulling out a chair from under the drop leaf table.

He smiled and sauntered straight toward her futon bed.

“Especially not there!” she called out, but it was too late. His behind had already planted itself on the heavyweight quilt Raify had made her, sometime after Abby’s mother died.

While Abby tried not to let him affect her, his palm fell onto her pillow, caressing it with a masculine hand. She glanced away, but not before a ripple of exhilaration swirled down her spine. She tried to shake it off, blaming it on the near-death experience on the
stairs.

“This isn’t 1811 England, you know,” he said, drawing her attention back to him. “And you won’t be ruined if I’m caught trespassing here. Other than that rather uncomfortable looking chair and the bathtub, it appears your bed is the only logical place for me to sit
at the moment.”

He hesitated, a spark of mischief lighting up those sea-green eyes. “Of course, I am in need of a good wash.”

He shrugged out of his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the powerful breadth of his lean torso.

“No, stop!”


CAT'S REVIEW

"Lord Bachelor" by Tammy L. Bailey is a fun story that takes on modern day reality TV and brings love and romance to it.  I really liked our main characters - Abby and Edmund.  Their chemistry was amazing and each offered their own strengths to the other.  Abby is a sweet girl struggling while she finds her way in life.  I adore how sentimental she was.  Edmund, while at times a jerk, is of course handsome and deep down, a good guy that is really just looking for love and acceptance.  Following along on their journey is one that captures the reader's heart.  It's a tale that encompasses the fairy tales we romance readers all love and adore - a touch of Cinderella feel and I'm hooked.   The concept of the plot - based on a TV show, worked well - better than I expected, especially not being a big fan of said TV show.  Ms. Bailey certainly makes the reader want to shout and cheer for Abby to win and Edmund to do the right thing.  This was a pleasant surprise for me as I was truly not sure how it would flow.  "Lord Bachelor" is a feel good read that leaves the reader smiling and feeling light and happy.  Don't miss it!    (received copy for honest review)
★★★★ 





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Tammy L. Bailey is a wife and a mother of a Jedi and a future fill-in drummer for The Rolling Stones, The Who, or any other 70's band. I enjoy watching Jane Austen movie adaptations, afternoon football, eating Thai food, and spending down time with my husband and two sons. I don't have any pets, but when I was young, I had a black lab we called Satan. Her name was originally Satin, but two very young girls with southern accents mispronounced the word. She was the best dog in the entire world. I have a twin sister and three other siblings. I am also a third generation veteran, and I love eating Milk Duds with my popcorn during Star Wars movie nights.