Monday, February 11, 2019

We're LIVE on Kindle!


Kindle Version is ready for download! Here's the link.  
ALSO - there's an Amazon giveaway going on - so if you'd like a free copy, go for it - here's that link.  
If you're still not sure ... hey, I've been there, check out Bookworm Nation here OR  KJ's Book nook here for a review. 
Can't wait to hear what you guys think!
And for those who are curious - yes, the Paperback will be out soon. Promise :D

Monday, January 21, 2019

Better Late Than Never . . . Sneak Peek!

     So my friends, as you know, I've been writing my newest book, based in Belfast, Maine.  I finished up my Fircrest series with Accidentally in Love, Kam's Story, and so needed to find a new town to turn upside down with love, drama and a little craziness.  You're asking - why Belfast, Maine of all places? Been there! Hubby drove me up the coast of Maine a while ago for a romantic getaway, and I fell in love with everything about it - so of course, I knew you would too! 
     Oh, and yeah . . . you were expecting the book before Christmas. ( Please picture me holding my head in shame). About that - I got sick. For 2 months, I was super, super sick. I have Hashimotos and my immunity is a little subpar to put it nicely. On top of bad health,  my son got married!  So I was stretched thin and ill and my book was late.  So please know that I'm very sorry about that and that I hope the book itself makes up for it.  
     About the book? I finished it!! It's being edited as we speak. I'm working on the cover too, so things are wrapping up.  So I need 2 things from you guys. I need help picking a title. Again. Yes, I know, I always seem to need help with that and you guys are always the best at helping me! Whoever helps me - of course will get a free copy of the book, kindle or paperback.  Your choice.
The second thing? I need you to check out this sneak peek, and let me know what you think.  
Thanks again for being patient!
- Shannon


Chapter 1 – Karma




            Why did life have to suck so much? Riley thought, as she stared hopelessly at the coffee running down her cream colored, silk shirt.
            “Sorry about that,” Frank Wallace shouted back at her, as he rushed down the hallway, his wispy, brown hair, floating in the breeze.
            Riley grumbled a few brutally honest words under her breath and then took a calming moment before pushing through the heavy, glass door of Chance Bronson’s office, the one guy who held her future in his hands.  Also, her boss. She’d heard that Phillip Carter had decided to retire, which meant that there was a promotion in store for whomever Chance thought was most deserving, and since she’d been working her tail off, and spending most of her weekends doing his pet projects, it better be her.
            “Hi, Chance,” she said with a confident smile, before setting the coffee cup down on his desk.  “Your secretary thought you might be in the mood for some coffee, so I saved her the trip,” she added, before sitting down in the luxurious black leather seat.
            Chance Bronson was a man in his late fifties, who was holding on to his youth by the tips of his fingers.  He was so tan, he was slightly orange, and he’d obviously been to his stylist this morning because she could see the tell-tale marks of his dark brown dye job on his neck still. 
            Chance smiled and took a sip of his coffee. “Amber must have ESP. I was dying for a cup.  Thank you.  Now, the reason I wanted to see you . . .” he said, while glancing down at his phone with a frown.  “Hold on. This is important.”
            Riley nodded serenely, sensing the promotion was close.  She could taste it.  She could practically feel her credit card debt disappearing with her new promotion.  She’d be able to take that trip to Europe next summer if she played her cards right. Never mind those shoes she’d just seen on Instagram that morning. Strappy and sexy and so her. She sighed happily and closed her eyes for a second, as she imagined walking through the fields of Ireland, and spending days perusing castles and art galleries.
            “Yes, it’s being done as we speak.  Yes, Sir.  I understand.”
            Riley blinked quickly, and sat up straight.  Chance Bronson never used that subservient tone with anyone.  He sounded stressed out and nervous. He didn’t sound like he was in the mood to give anyone a promotion . . .  She felt her stomach tip and dive and cleared her throat nervously as he set his phone on the desk and then looked at her with bleak, washed-out, blue eyes.
            “Riley, you know I’ve always valued your employment here at Bronson, Smith and Cohen . . . however, because of a situation with one of our partners, we’re going to have to let you go. Immediately.”
            Riley’s mouth fell open as she stared at her boss and mentor of the last four years.  “You’re kidding me,” she whispered, as the taste of the promotion disappeared completely and the taste of desperation and failure took its place.
            Chance shook his head, pursing his lips and looking away.  “Mistakes were made on the Paulsen account, uh, . . .  wait, what deal were you working?” he asked, turning red in the face.
            Riley narrowed her eyes and sat forward. “I didn’t even work the Paulsen account.  That was Frank and Jeff,” she said, her throat feeling tight and stiff.
            Chance rifled through some papers on his desk.  “My mistake.  I meant the, uh, the um . . . oh yes, the Perfume deal you were working on,” he said, sighing in relief.
            Riley shook her head.  “Danielle and Austen love my ideas for their new ad.  I’m not buying it. You know I’ve been working myself to death for you and for this company.  If someone messed up on the Paulsen job, fire them. Not me.”
            Chance cleared his throat and sighed as if his soul were already gone.  “Look, Riley.  Don’t make this harder than it has to be.  I’m sorry, but nothing you can say right now, will save your job.  Mistakes were made and someone has to pay the piper.  And that person, is you,” he said grimly, not blinking. “HR will of course have some paperwork for you to fill out.  I could have had them take care of this mess, but I wanted to do it personally since you’ve always been such a hard worker.”
            Riley stood up with a sneer and walked towards the door. “And this is the thanks I get. Chance, if this is how you want to run things, based on, what? Who goes golfing with you and out to drinks after work? Then fine.  You don’t deserve me. But if you keep firing the best employees you have to keep the party going, you might want to start looking for a new job yourself,” she added, her voice thick with acid.
            She looked back one more time and noted her words had hit her mark. A look of shame was on his face. Well, shame and relief.
            Instead of walking to her office and grabbing her things, she took a detour into the women’s lounge and walked over to the sink, leaning her hands on the counter and staring at the woman in the mirror.  She looked as she always did, perfect, except for the coffee stain on her shirt and the crazed look in her eyes.  Her hair was an acceptable length at just below her shoulder blades, not too much longer or she’d be seen as too feminine for the work place.  Her shirt and blazer were right from J. Crew.  Nothing too sexy or showy in case she accidentally distracted the men.  Her heels were plain and low. At five feet seven, she didn’t want to tower over the men and make them feel inferior.
She knew she was perfectly boring, but that’s what she had to do, that’s what she had to be, to get ahead.  Get rid of any and all personality and don’t make a stir.  Work harder than the boys did just to get three quarters of the pay.  She knew the rules. Heck, she had them memorized. And she’d never once complained.  She played by the rules, she took the knocks and she kept going, no matter what.
            And still, she’d lost.
            Riley felt her heart twisting in her chest and knew she was going to either have a panic attack or begin throwing things. The complete and total unfairness of the situation was drowning her. She felt her hands begin to shake and stood up straight, glaring at the woman in the mirror.  Grow up, chick. Hold your head up and know how unworthy they are of your talents.
It was time to go. 
She threw the bathroom door open and glided smoothly down the hallway with the iciest sneer she could muster.  Riley strode into her office to see that security was already there, boxing her things up and rolled her eyes as acid slipped up her throat and into her mouth.
            Donald, the security guard looked at her sorrowfully.  “Sorry about this, Riley.  I heard the boys talking earlier about what was going down. Not right, if you ask me.”
            Riley felt tears threaten to leak at the unexpected kindness and nodded her head, unable to talk.  She grabbed her purse and her laptop, slipping it into her laptop bag and took one last look at her office.  It had been her first office and even though it didn’t have a view, she’d loved every inch of status it gave her.
            “Paulsen deal?” she finally whispered.
            Donald nodded, looking disgusted.  “That Jeff and Frank are a disgrace. They’re usually drunk by the time they get back from lunch. You’re better than this place.”
            Riley tried to smile and nodded. “Thank you for that. Let’s go, Donald,” she said calmly, with only a slight quiver in her voice.
            As they reached the elevator, of course, she’d have to come face to face with Frank and Jeff.  Life refused to make any of this easier. They were coming back from lunch and already looked bloated and red in the cheeks. They had the grace to look away, reeking of guilt as much as they did of the onions and whiskey they’d had for lunch.  She sneered at them as she walked around them, not even bothering to speak to them. 
            Karma,” Donald whispered, as they turned and watched the elevator doors shut.
            Riley shut her eyes and felt a small sob slip up and out.  Donald’s comforting hand on her shoulder was not helping the tears.  But he was right about Karma. 
            Because she’d just gotten her own dose of it.

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Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Kam's Book is LIVE!! (And the 1st Chapter)

Accidentally in Love is LIVE on Kindle 
- Right this second! 
Here's the Link.


And if you're still not sure whether you want to take that leap or not  . . . . here's the 1st chapter to wet your appetite for fun, sweet (slightly hot) Romance.

Chapter 1 - New Beginnings



Grace Jackson put her last box down on the floor and grinned at her new apartment.  Sweet gig when your new boss lets you rent the apartment above his restaurant for next to nothing.  She’d be able to pay off the last of her credit card debt within six months at this rate.
Then she’d do what she’d been dreaming of for the last few years, save up for two weeks in Bora Bora.  She closed her eyes and sighed at the image of herself lying on a beach, next to her own private grass hut with a sweet, fruity drink in her hand.  She scrunched her eyes and wondered if there was anyone lying next to her in her daydream.  She sighed and opened her eyes, laughing at herself.  Knowing her luck with men, not likely.
Her friends back in Seattle insisted she was just romantically delayed and that someday she would blossom into a temptress. Grace caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the hallway wall and paused for a moment. Yeah, that was never going to happen. She had shoulder length honey brown hair with generous blond highlights.  She had large, blue eyes and a sprinkling of pale freckles across her nose and cheeks. She had an athletic, slim figure due to her long hours in the kitchen and her long walks with her dog. She was your basic girl next door with a touch of spice. She smiled a little, liking herself.  If no one else did, then that was their loss.
            Grace opened the windows of her little apartment to let the cool, spring breeze push out the stale air.  She could tell the apartment had been empty for sometime now, which was a shame.  It was an awesome apartment. Two bedrooms, one large bathroom with a shower and a bath and a surprisingly nice kitchen with granite countertops and new white cabinets.  The family room wasn’t huge but her comfy couch looked nice in front of the big screen TV where she loved to watch Top Chef and Chopped and all of her other cooking shows she devoured whenever she had the time.
            She reached down and patted the head of her dog.  “Hey, baby,” she said with a grin, kneeling down to rub behind her Siber-poo’s ears.  She’d gotten the Siberian Husky, Poodle mix as a birthday present for herself last year.  The name on her dog tag read, Rosemary, but she just called her Baby.
            Baby licked her face and glanced around the apartment, as if to shrug and say, it would do for now.
            “Wow, you’re kind of a snob, huh?” she asked with a laugh and stood up.  “Give me one more hour and then we’ll go for a walk.  My new boss wants to meet downstairs for dinner at seven, but until then we can explore. Sound good?”
            Baby barked happily and wandered off to sniff every corner of her new territory.  Grace dove into making her apartment a home.  An hour later, she studied her new space and sighed in relief.  It felt good. She had made the right decision to relocate to Fircrest. Seattle was fantastic, but she had needed a change and being in a new place was no big deal to her. She was good at making herself at home no matter where she was.  She’d had a lot of practice as a kid.  Being raised by the wild and crazy Jocelyn Jackson meant she’d had no choice. It was sink or swim with her mom. And thank heavens she’d learned how to swim fast.

            “Come on, Baby,” she said as she reached for the leash.  “Time to let Fircrest know who’s boss,” she said with a smile and bent down to clip on the leash. Baby woofed softly in a very patronizing way and Grace laughed.  It was good to have someone around to keep her humble.

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