Fundraising Auctions for Brenda Novak’s 2012 Cure for Diabetes!

I’m happy to say that I am a part of two excellent auction items donated to help Brenda Novak’s annual fund-raising for a cure for diabetes. The first is the Bandit Creek Books group, and we’ve donated a copy of every Bandit Creek novella published so far, plus a few extra goodies. Click here to check it out and bid.

And The Authors Red Room has put together a writer’s package, including a designed cover, bookmarks, a critique by Lisa Renee Jones, and editing from the staff editors (of which I am one). Click here to check it out and bid.

Bidding ends on May 31st!

New Release! The Fool’s Gold Anthology from Bandit Creek Books

I’m proud to say that I’m a part of this fantastic anthology, the latest release in the Bandit Creek Books series! These seven stories all deal with fools… whether they are purposeful jokesters, or purposely hiding something.

FOOL FOR LOVE by Louise Behiel
A woman is dragged from a contented, happy marriage to a life on the run.

Two boys play an April Fool’s joke on their employer.

WISHFUL THINKING by Alyssa Linn Palmer
CeeCee tells Ruth about her past, but how truthful is she?

On her way home from her tour of duty in Afghanistan, Dr. Abigail Westward discovers it’s not easy to leave her fellow soldiers or the memories of combat behind.

BABY FEVER by Sheila Seabrook
Baby cribs and baby swings and a winking, blinking doll. Oh my!

LUCY’S APRIL FOOLS by Brenda Sinclair
Will this be George Jack’s year to catch Lucy in an April Fool’s joke, or will his wife outsmart him again?

Not all the rabbits in the mountains of Bandit Creek are cute and cuddly. Some come with a warning label.

The book is available via Amazon and Smashwords!

I’m guest blogging all week!

Today I’m guest blogging over at Fiction Fascination, talking about the dynamics of three, and all this week I’m guesting on various blogs in support of my novella, Prohibited Passion. Come visit!

Feb 6 Tour Party
Roxanne’s Realm

Feb 6 Guest Blog
Fiction Fascination

Feb 7 Guest Blog
Lisa’s World of Books

Feb 8 Guest Blog
The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom

Feb 9 Guest Blog
Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess

Feb 10 Guest Blog
Fang-tastic Books

Feb 10 Guest Blog
The Bornean Bookworm

Feb 11 Guest Blog
Reading Lark After Dark

Feb 12 review
A Chick Who Reads

I’m blogging today for 30 Days of Secrets!

Pop over to Bandit Creek Books and check out my post as a part of the 30 Days of Secrets promo!

Here’s a quick excerpt:

What kind of secrets do I keep?

Things that people tell me. Sometimes they’re little things, passing comments. Other times, they’re big.

To someone else, the biggest secret might seem small, but to the teller, it could be the most immense, life-changing fact of all time.  A secret shame, of not being able to resist temptation. A secret love, of the woman she’s always fancied, though she can hardly dare to let anyone think she’s not straight. A secret fear, of failing at a new job.

Being someone’s confidante can be a tenuous balance, knowing when to give advice, and when to just listen. A confidante doesn’t judge the teller’s actions unless those actions hurt someone else. A confidante provides reassurance. A confidante gives advice if it’s asked for.

Do you have a confidante?

I’m giving away a copy of my novella on the post at Bandit Creek Books to one lucky commenter.

30 Days of Secrets Round-Up!

30 Days of SecretsThere have been some great posts over at the Bandit Creek Books blog, with lots of writers revealing some of their innermost secrets. And it’s only just begun! Check out the following highlights, then come back for more:

And oh so much more…. go check it out!

Bandit Creek Books: 30 Days of Secrets, and Prizes to be Won!

30 Days of SecretsTo celebrate the release of Roxy Boroughs’ debut Bandit Creek book, A STRANGER’S KISS, come unlock the mysteries of Bandit Creek.

30 days of secrets: Every day a different author will be on the Bandit Creek blog spilling secrets about themselves or about their books.   Every day is a chance to win free books, and have your name tossed in for a draw of a choice of a Kindle Fire or $200 Amazon GC.

My novella Prohibited Passion is released today!

Find it at Amazon or Smashwords!

Ruth wants to escape the boredom of Bandit Creek and the strict expectations of her father, the local pastor. Her life changes the day she meets CeeCee, a world-wise flapper, and an irresistible attraction develops between them. She’ll be disowned and shunned if anyone discovers their prohibited passion, but can they keep their growing affection a secret?

CeeCee is drawn to Ruth, but things become complicated when her gangster companion disapproves of their liaison. He’s in town to broker a deal with the owner of the local speakeasy, and he’s not above using them to further his own plans. Can CeeCee protect Ruth and their budding relationship?

As Ruth gets drawn further into their world, she must decide between her familiar life and a new, dangerous path with the woman she loves.


I’m interviewed over at Bandit Creek Books today. Go check it out if you have a minute. I’m talking about my novella, PROHIBITED PASSION, and about alcohol, history, and gangsters.

Also, if you’re a Facebook user, come join the event page for my virtual launch on January 15th! There’s a chance to win a copy of my book:

A Boxing Day Treat: An Excerpt from PROHIBITED PASSION

Bandit Creek, Montana
August 1929

Chapter One

Ruth thought her father looked ridiculous, his eyes closed and his hands raised to the heavens. His thinning hair had already gone grey and it fell untidily over his ears. A growing paunch strained the fabric of his clericals. She knew she would have to make him new ones. Just another task she couldn’t escape from.

Escape. She thought of little else. She wanted to leave Bandit Creek behind, but today, she’d satisfy herself by leaving the service. While the congregation followed her father’s lead, she rose silently from the end of the pew and crept from the church.

She had an excuse or two all ready if he asked her over dinner why she’d left the church.

I needed some air. I felt ill.

Not that he’d ask. As long as she had dinner on the table when he wanted it, kept the house in order and washed his clothes, her presence went mostly unnoticed. If she had been a boy, he would have taken her under his wing and taught her to follow in his footsteps. His sycophants hoped she might choose one of them to marry, and thus receive his blessing and the church’s leadership after he was gone. She disappointed them all. The thought of any of those young men – or any man – left her cold. She never understood how the other girls fawned over the attention from boys. She couldn’t feel an ounce of attraction to any of them, even if she tried to convince herself.

Ruth turned at the corner and strolled down to the small rail station, slowing her steps in the hopes of seeing strangers on the platform, hoping for a glimpse of the world outside. The platform was barren and the ticket office shuttered. She continued on to Main Street, where most businesses were closed for the Lord’s Day. She scuffed her toes in the dust as she crossed over in front of the hotel, the only building showing any signs of life.

If only she could go inside, just for a while. If she had money, she could order lemonade and sit at one of the tables in the tiny restaurant, pretending to be a lady on an exciting trip, waiting for her maid to finish packing. She never pictured herself with a husband or a chaperone; she wanted to experience the world on her own.

The lace curtains fluttered in the open window and Ruth lingered outside, carefully peering into the restaurant without seeming to peep. A woman sat alone at a table, a glass and a dirty plate in front of her. A napkin lay crumpled by her elbow and she absently turned her tea cup in its saucer. She seemed lost in thought.

Ruth stared. The woman had her dark hair cut into a stylish bob, with marcelled finger waves, and she wore a dress that left her arms bare to the shoulder and gave little shape to her form. Ruth fingered the end of her long, ginger braid and looked down at her homely and serviceable dress. The women of town would shun her if she dared wear a flapper’s dress or cut her hair, but she couldn’t help her attraction for the delicate and gorgeous woman. Her mouth had gone dry. A tremor went through her. From here, the woman’s skin looked pale and soft and Ruth wanted to touch her hand or run a finger down her bare arm.
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