Friday, August 2, 2013

Welcome to The Summer Lovin' Blog Hop!

Over fifty authors and bloggers have joined together to give you the chance to win an awesome bundle of books, and read some great stories about summer love.

The hop will run from the 5th to the 8th of August. Be sure to hop to each blog and comment with your email to increase your chances of winning. Each comment counts as an entry!

Our lovely bloggers are also offering individual prizes, so be sure to check them out.

Leave a comment and email below for a chance to win a digital book from The Huntress Chronicles
 (three copies available)

You choose the title.

Also, if you would like to join this blog as a follower, it will count as an extra entry! 


Private Investigator, Kat Monroe, is a woman to be reckoned with, an inborn huntress with predatory speed and lightning fast reflexes. Now a sadistic killer has her in his sights. Aiming to take her forward in time, where she’ll be forced to fight in a gladiatorial arena.

Enter Max and Brett Jericho, time traveling supercops on assignment to bring the killer to justice. Even as her world becomes deadlier, Kat is blown away by the men from the future. When they all end up in bed together, things really start to get interesting.

Determined to beat the killer at his own game, Kat opts to travel to the future and set herself up as bait. With her supercops watching her back, what could possible go wrong

My American Summer

The summer I turned twenty, I was living in Britain, attending university while the usual events were happening in my family’s lives. My parents planned to spend their summer vacation in the south of England, in the same cottage they had rented for the past ten years. Naturally, they expected my two brothers and me to travel along with them. As much as I loved my family, I was looking for a little more excitement during the summer break. As if on cue, my best pal, Yvonne, called to ask if I would like to accompany her on a trip to visit her grandparents in Florida. I was over the moon. All it would cost was airfare, and I would get to try my luck with American men.

The first day on the beach in Fort Lauderdale, Yvonne and I were surreptitiously drinking beer out of paper cups while we studied the local talent. The guy who caught my eye was running the parasailing concession, and he was totally my type with shoulder-length dark hair, and a body that was well-built without being hulky and disproportionate. In my tipsy state, I told Yvonne I was going to have him before I went home. She laughed and told me to go for it. She had her eye on the guy who ran the Banana Boat Rides.

The next day, wearing my new minuscule yellow bikini, I sucked in my belly and approached my target. His name was Jeff, and what I hadn’t seen from a distance were his electric blue eyes. We clicked immediately, chatting about anything and everything. He was starting law school in the fall, and I was planning a career in advertising. After that, we saw each other every day. We swam in the ocean, and took long walks along the beach at night. I lost five pound in the next week, doubtlessly due to my constant state of excitement. Boy, could he kiss.

I tried not to think about it ending, but the last day arrived, and it was difficult not to get emotional. Jeff drove me to the airport, and I asked the couple standing in line behind us to take our photo with my camera. Finally, I said goodbye and started toward the boarding gate. Jeff pulled be back and kissed me hard. We hung onto each other for long moments before he released me. We both understood that he had to stay, and I couldn’t. On the journey home, I cried in the airplane bathroom. When I got back to England, we wrote and called a few times, and talked about seeing each other again. We never did. I still have the photo from the airport, and I’ll forget those beautiful blue eyes…

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