Monthly Archives: February 2012

Blog hop winners…

The drawing is done for the blog hop!

I am emailing you or sending you books now, etc. if you won. Congrats to Jessie, Book Attict, Shadow, Hillary, Tina B, Cheryl, Rhonda D and Ann! πŸ™‚

Thanks to everyone for hopping. We’ll have another one soon if you didn’t win this time around… ~Lisa

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Flirting with Love: It’s All About the Romance Blog Hop Tour (Feb 24-Feb 26)

Hi, guys! So glad you’re joining me for this blog hop. If you like gothic romance, here’s your chance to win some e-books.



The prizes:
1. A free copy of Blood on Her Bonnet, my gothic romance/Hutterite short story, #1 in the series and a free e-book copy of Blood on Snowflakes, my gothic romance/Hutterite short story, #2 in the series
2. A free e-book copy of Moonlight on the Palms and another of my works of your choice in e-book.
3. A free e-book copy of Cries from the Past
4. A free e-book copy of my new release (so new it’s not even out yet), Serial 1 in the Delia Daugherty Series: Menace at Mistwood
5. A free e-book copy of Sayonara, my contemporary romance that just came out (was Blossoms in the Storm).
6. Your name as a character in one of my books!
7. The name of YOUR hero in real life in one of my books as either hero or villain. OR a name you love for a guy if you are still looking for your hero. πŸ˜‰ You decide!
8. A copy of Pointe of Danger or She Walks the Shore.

(See my Books page and click on each book for more information. The newest ones aren’t even up yet).
How to Enter: Post a comment here on the blog. Please leave your email addy if you do. :). You can even mention which prizes you’d most like to receive, and I’ll do my best when I draw the names. OR #FF, Follow, or mention my twitter account: Gothicked OR like or share my Facebook page: LisaGreerAuthor. Every time you enter, I’ll enter you into the contest! (Please read the other official rules below!)



1) HAVE FUN!!!

2) INVITE ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS!!! SPREAD THE WORD!!!

3) THIS TOUR STARTS: Friday, February 24th at Midnight (Arizona Time)
THIS TOUR ENDS: Sunday, February 26th at Midnight (Arizona Time)
Winners will be drawn and posted on or by Monday, February 27th around 12pm!

4) MEET AND MINGLE WITH ALL THE AUTHORS & BOOK PAGES! EXPERIENCE A NEW DESTINATION AT EVERY STOP! PARTICIPATE IN EVERY BLOG CONTEST AND BE ENTERED FOR CHANCES TO WIN MULTIPLE PRIZES! EVERY BLOG VISITED IS ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO WIN!!

5) PARTICIPATION AT ALL BLOGS IS RECOMMENDED, BUT NOT REQUIRED. REMEMBER, THE MORE BLOGS YOU HOP, THE BETTER YOUR CHANCES OF WINNING PRIZES. EVERY AUTHOR & BOOK PAGE IS WAITING TO MEET AND INTERACT WITH YOU, SO PLEASE BE SURE TO SHOW THEMSOME LOVE!

6) DID I MENTION TO HAVE FUN? WHOO! HOO!! HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOO!

***Authors & Book Pages have full discretion to choose an alternate winner in the event any winner fails to claim their prize(s) within 72 hours of their name being posted or after notification of win, whichever comes first. Anyone who participates in this blog hop tour is subject to these rules***

Visit the other Blogs in the Hop by clicking HERE and looking for the Linky List! πŸ™‚

Serial Excerpt– Delia Daugherty, 1: Menace at Mistwood

The flights proved to be uneventful, and she arrived in Portland in late afternoon. Delia got out her compact and lipstick as they taxied in.
Yep, same too bushy eyebrows and black hair with the annoying silvery streak. She sighed and put red lipstick on lips she had always thought too full. Her brown eyes sparkled back at her in the little mirror.
Here goes nothing.
She deplaned, walking slower than usual, letting other passengers pass her. Her hands slipped against the suitcase handle as she made her way to baggage claim. Her other suitcase came out quickly, and she grabbed it.
β€œExcuse me… Ms. Daugherty?”
She whirled to find a tall, imposing man behind her, late twenties she would guess. Nolan Stanford III? He’s nothing like I pictured… I can’t believe he picked me out. Not that the crowd is huge but still…
White-blond hair flowed halfway down his back, and wide, eyes like clear green pools in blinding sunlight met hers. A snub nose and sprinkling of freckles softened his strong jawline.
β€œYes. Call me Delia.” She tripped over her tongue as she often did with handsome men.
β€œOf course… Delia. I’m Nolan. How was the flight?” He raised one blond brow.
β€œGreat.”
β€œGlad to hear it. Let me take your bags.” He took them both in hand, pulling them behind him. She admired his rear view– tan slacks filled out to perfection and immaculate white shirt encasing strong shoulders.
Geez. I shouldn’t be checking the boss out. I just got here. She hurried to join him as they walked. He sets a good pace.
β€œSorry I’m rushing. I’m going to take you to House Island and Mistwood, and then I have to get back to town for a late dinner with a client.”
β€œOh, I see.”
β€œI run the family business these days basically. It keeps me busy.” He flashed a smile her way.
β€œI would think so.”
They climbed in to his car after the short trek out of the airport. Again, Delia hid her surprise. A modest silver model, higher end, but no sports car.
They drove for a bit out of city traffic. Dusk gathered as they made their way through the city and to the waterfront.
β€œWe’ll be taking a boat.”
β€œI didn’t realize you lived on an island.” Excitement coursed through her at the thought of a boat ride with him.
He smiled, teeth glowing in the dusk. β€œYes, there’s just my estate, Mistwood, and a couple other homes and some public attractions, but House Island isn’t open year round. It’s quiet, and a little mysterious.”
β€œSounds lovely.”
β€œIt is.”
Nolan pulled up to the dock in front of a shining white vessel.
β€œWelcome aboard the Lady of the Mist.” They unloaded her luggage, and he helped her on to the small but well appointed boat.
β€œThank you.” Delia caught her breath at the beauty of the harbor and the bay stretching out before them.
β€œWant to sit up here with me?” He pointed to the wheel and two seats.
β€œSure.” She relaxed at his side. I wish mom could see me now. She would have loved this. A pang of sadness ran through her.
He started the engine and sat back. β€œI meant to tell you, I’m sorry about your mother. What a tragedy.”
She swallowed. It’s like he read my mind. β€œYes, it was. She was too young, and I feel a bit inadequate filling her shoes.”
β€œI’m sure you’re well prepared for it.” He paused, flipping switches. β€œI feel the same way about my parents. They died a few months ago.”
β€œOh, I’m so sorry.” Delia clasped her hands together, the clean scent of him and the water overwhelming her.
β€œIn their case, though, it wasn’t the same.” He turned to her as the boat shot away from the dock. β€œI believe they were murdered.”