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Y’all need some Rough Edges

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It’s been a hell of a month. A helluva good month, in fact. On June 7th my latest paranormal romance, Omega Rising, was released to good reviews. I’ve been banging that drum for the last few weeks so today I want to focus on Rough Edges, which was released TODAY!!

*editors note – just saw this post did NOT publish on our release date of June 14th and am head-desking like a maniac and I’m sorry. Here it is six days late in all its hot cowboy cover glory YEEHAW*

I am beyond thrilled to be included among the seven authors who contributed to this sexy cowboy anthology.  Here’s the cover copy.

Work hard, play hard, love hard…

Nothing is sexier than someone who knows what they want and has the confidence go after it. This anthology is crammed full of hot romances featuring those kinds of rough-around-the-edges alpha personalities–stories about the kind of men and women who ride horses during the day and their partners at night, who speak few words but mean every one of them, and who would never break their own personal code of honor.

I’m so excited it’s here!! Rough Edges is released TODAY. It’s a collection of seven cowboy and cowgirl romances from sweet to scorching hot, funny to poignant, contemporary to Old West.  Smoking hot cowboys? Yes. Trust me, y’all need some Rough Edges.

Since I’ve gotten a sneak peek at the book I can tell you without a doubt that stories in Rough Edges are fantastic and sexy and delicious.  It’s available at Amazon and other online retailers. Need reviews? Check them out at Goodreads here

I’m super excited that my story, Coming Up Roses, is included. In it an angry donkey is the catalyst that brings healer Rose and ranch owner Finn together after eight years apart.  It’s a sweet romance that I hope readers will enjoy.

I leave you with this image of Tank the angry donkey to keep you smiling. Omg look at those ears! You’re welcome.

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New release by Sydney Scrogham

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I’m happy to spread the word about indie author Sydney Scrogham’s latest release, Ariel, The First Guardian. Last summer I enjoyed her first book in the series, Chase, which I believe was classified YA. This new one is adult and set in the same fantasy world named Agalrae which is filled with horses, or alicorns to be precise, and the humans protecting them. Here’s the info:

ARIEL: THE FIRST GUARDIAN TAKES SCROGHAM’S READERS THROUGH A STORY OF RESTORATION

Are you ready to gallop back to Agalrae? Sydney Scrogham released Chase in August 2015 and now it’s time for the second installment in the Guardians of Agalrae series. Fans may recall mention of a character in Chase named Ariel. Take one guess at who’s going to be the next lead character.

“I’m writing my series somewhat backwards,” Scrogham says. “I wanted to go back, write the story before Chase, and then do a sequel or two. Ariel: The First Guardian is so far my favorite that I’ve ever written.”

Ariel Harte is a raw, real character with a troubled past involving sexual abuse. Scrogham was wary at first about crafting a story about such a sensitive topic, but she is hopeful that readers will identify with Ariel’s happy ending story of true love and restoration.

“All of the people I shared this story with in its early stages told me they laughed and cried,” Scrogham says. “I can’t ask for anything more than a story where readers feel their way through the highs and lows of a character’s journey. While I was writing, I kept telling myself that there are people out there who’ve lived through trauma similar to Ariel. Her journey isn’t to make light of that pain, but rather explore a way to find hope in the midst of difficult circumstances.”

Here’s the back cover copy:

Abuse survivor Ariel Harte doesn’t need anyone. Ever. But her companion animal is infected with a dark, magical force. Only an ancient purification ritual, the mind link, performed with another human can cure this infection.

Ariel must ask her ex-boyfriend, Ryan Tracey, for help.

But she’s racing time. She’s infected, too. All the walls will have to come down so Ariel can heal or she will lose herself to the darkness forever.

Ariel:  The First Guardian is a story of true love that wins over time, the power of second chances, and redemption from abuse. This is a prequel to Chase in the Guardians of Agalrae series but can be enjoyed as a standalone novel.

About the author

Scrogham loves creating happy endings. When she’s not writing, she’s at the barn with her horse Snowdy or catching up on reruns of the best TV show ever – Castle. She lives in Harrisonburg, Virginia with an adorable dachshund named Zoe. To learn more, visit her website at sswriter.com.

You can find her at:

Blog/website: http://www.sswriter.com
Instagram: Sydney Scrogham
Twitter: @sydney_writer
Facebook: Sydney Scrogham
Pinterest: @sszoewriter (Story boards)

 

WHOOSH! Omega Rising has landed

It’s Tuesday morning and I’m giddy as hell, my heart is pounding, and I can’t sit still due to the happy dancing all over the place.

My latest paranormal romance, Omega Rising, has launched into the world TODAY, propelled like a rocket by that gorgeous cover.  It’s the start of the Wolf King series (and yes book 2, Skye Falling,  is out, too, so if you read it and love it, you don’t have to wait for the next one. You’re welcome).

Book One of the Wolf King series
Book One of the Wolf King series

I adore the romance between Cass and Nathan. Let me set the stage for you. The Wolf King series is a story of shapeshifters and secrets, of romance with some mystery and magic. In it, the shapeshifters and magic users have been at war for a thousand years since the assassination of the Wolf King who ruled them all.

Omega Rising begins as there are rumblings that the Wolf King returned.  Cass Nolan, the sleep-deprived, overworked stable owner, knows nothing about this Other World and  is only interested in keeping her people safe from the psycho stalking her. Well, that and the dangerously sexy stranger Nathan.

Want an excerpt? Done!

He gestured toward the desk again, his eyebrows lifting at her obvious reluctance. Well it could only take a few seconds or so to place a bandage and he smelled so damn good. She settled herself on the desk and held out her hand. He was so close she imagined she could feel the heat of his body warming her skin. His thumb smoothed the edges of the criss-cross bandage while his other hand held hers loosely. Cass tensed, ready to yank her hand away. Nathan looked at her, questioning, she guessed, how she got the scrape.

“Misjudged the wall.” Her voice was unsteady as she tried to ignore the shooting tingly little sparks fanning out from his touch. His large tanned hand enveloped hers loosely, turning it over to trace her palm. Cass’s apprehension grew and she braced for the inevitable burn, her brain automatically rifling through the best maneuvers to pull herself free. The clunky phone on her desk could be a weapon and the letter opener was lying within easy distance. A bonk on the head or stab in the throat, if her gut had massively misjudged his character, would gain her freedom.

His hold didn’t tighten. Five seconds, ten, still nothing. Fifteen, twenty. She wanted him to let go yet clung to the warmth and texture of his skin. Her breath came faster but it wasn’t nerves alone. His finger traced a small cut on the pad of her ring finger and he looked up again.

 “Pa-paper cut.” He grabbed an antiseptic square, tore it open with his teeth to keep his hold on her hand. Soon that cut was cleaned and covered. Her insides shivered as his hand glided over her forearm, pushing up the sleeve of her hoodie. Her skin soaked in the roughness of his palm and reached for the heat in his touch. Ninety seconds. She stared at his large, tanned hand stroking her pale forearm, the pure pleasure of it making her light-headed.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured as he continued his exploration, finding a larger angry red line with bruising around it. He traced it gently.

“Mr. Clean,” Cass said, her voice husky. “He’s an asshole.”

Nathan chuckled, the sound raspy as if he hadn’t found much amusing for a long time. Cass stared, transfixed. He was already the best looking man she’d ever seen, but with the smile softening his features for a moment he was devastating, the crinkles at the corner of his eyes positively kissable. Her heart flipped in her chest.

He pressed his lips against her palm, taking a deep, ragged breath. His nose and lips were hot and she waited, quivering in anticipation.

Omega Rising is available at your favorite online retailers. I’ve linked to the biggies so you can grab a copy  here at Amazon, Barnes & Noble and World Weaver Press or read reviews at Goodreads

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Tackling the rejection blues

Confession: Hi everyone. I’m a writer and I have an inner running back.

It’s not a peduncled growth scooting along on my body. Good guess, but no. It’s a position on a football team and I have an imaginary one.

I was able to make the leap from writer to author because my inner running back wouldn’t let me give into the rejection blues. My second book, Omega Rising, wouldn’t be coming out in two weeks without it.

Oh no, you’re thinking, this post is about football about which I care diddly-squat. First of all, football and writing are surprisingly connected. And second, football is awesome.  GO BEARS!

In football, the running backs take a lot of punishment in pursuit of their ultimate goal – scoring. Their job is to take the hand-off from the quarterback and find a way through the defense, whose job it is to stop the run.  It’s called grind-it-out football. Yes, it’s a thing. Google it. A running back gets tackled a lot. A helluva lot.

I see you are beginning to make the connection.

Succeeding at writing is freaking hard. Writers get tackled. Perhaps not body slammed to the turf by several 280-pound angry men in pads and helmets (if that is the case with you I must point out you are doing this writing thing ALL WRONG), but tackled nonetheless.

Rejections = tackles. Rejections bruise our pride and rattle our confidence. It can have the emotional impact of being steam-rolled by a defensive line. Writing is hard. We are rejected. Running backs are rejected at the line of scrimmage ALL THE TIME.

It takes courage to submit our words out there then wait to deemed worthy or unworthy by strangers. The fact you can do this at all makes you a badass already. Take a bow. You’ve earned it.

It’s hard to remember that a rejection is a business decision. It is simply a no-thank-you-it’s-not-right-for-us-at-this-time. Or in the case of a RB, no-you-shall-not-gain-yards-on-this-play-in-fact-you-lose-yards-now-haha-boom.

(For those non-football folks still reading that’s a terrible outcome for your team which causes people to throw down their chicken wings in disgust and yell at the TV)

It is NOT omg-what-in-the-name-of-all-that’s-holy-was-this-hot-garbage-you-submitted-we-vomited-after-reading-it-you’re-awful.

Your inner running back already knows rejection, while sucky, isn’t personal.   Do RBs give up? Um, big fat NO THEY DO NOT. They get back into the huddle to grind it out a few yards at a time.

And yes I know they get paid millions but they also have a love of the game and a burn to succeed, just like…wait for it, you know it’s coming… writers who want to be successful authors.

My personal inner RB drops an F-bomb or a ten after a rejection because it clears my angst allowing me to evaluate the “no thanks”, learn from it if someone took the time to offer encouragement, then put it aside and write on. You can take a page from Stephen King and nail those rejections to the wall. Shoot at ’em with a staple gun. Let your dog eat them then excavate the paper from a steaming turd pile and offer it to the poop muse. Whatever.

It can’t stop you because you are a badass. Try again. Practice harder. Get better. Get back in the huddle. Try again. And again. Until you find that hole in the defense  and slip through. Get your end zone dance ready.

LET’S GET READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL AND

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