Do you have something to celebrate? Whether it's a Birthday, New Release, or something else

Do you have something to celebrate? Whether it's a Birthday, New Release, or something else - Book your Celebration Roasting Bash now ! BUT FIRST PLEASE READ OLIVER'S RULES !

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We don't do reviews or interviews. just virtual parties to promote your book!

As many of you may know, our beloved sister hostess SHARON DONOVAN, tragically passed away on 11th April 2012. We who knew her, loved her, and were inspired by her courage and determination to face head on whatever life threw at her. When she could no longer see to paint she turned to writing and showed her amazing talent in the Inspirational Romance and Romantic Suspense genres, and her story 'Charade Of Hearts' was awarded the coveted Predators and Editors Award in January 2011.

This Blog was a source of great delight to her, she was one of the founder hostesses and she contributed to the fun and silliness in her own original way, and was kind enough to let her unique creation, the hunky butler 'Oliver' join us for our Friday romp and prepare 'virtual breakfast' for the guests on the following morning. It's beyond hard to have to go on without her, but we know that she would have been the first to insist that 'the show must go on.' She is, and will always be with us in spirit.
Sharon, dear friend, we will never forget you.
The Author Roast and Toast is part of the legacy you left us. Let's raise a Toast to you as well as all our guests.



Friday, April 29, 2016

The hostesses go back in time to celebrate Lilly Gayle's forthcoming release 'Wilder Hearts'

Argh, this corset is murder on the ribs.”

Lyn elbows Mary. “Ssh!” Her gaze darts around the reception room of Pearl House, a historic hotel in Austin, Texas. “We’re celebrating the release of Lilly’s latest book, Wilder Hearts. Let’s not talk about murder, especially here.”

“What’s wrong with here?” LaVerne asks, giving a little twirl and watching her full-length skirt billow out around her ankles.

Debby leans close, lowering her voice. “One of the cooks that worked here was a suspect in the The Servant Girl Annihilator murders. The case was never solved.”

LaVerne stops her twirling and glances up, her face more pale than usual. 

“So…does that mean the killer is still out there?” She latches on to Lyn who’s busy admiring the glossy leather of her lace-up ankle boots.

Lyn shakes her off and rolls her eyes. “Relax. That was well over a hundred years ago. I think you’re safe.”

“True ” Debby drawls with a wicked gleam in her eye. “But Lilly’s hero and heroine, Jake and Ellie have traveled through time to party with us. Stands to reason the killer could have too.”

Mary’s hand stills in her attempt to squish the girls back into her bodice and instead plumps them back up again. “Is he here? Where? Oh, I just love a proper western man, all burly and rugged. And Lilly’s Jake is a former Texan Ranger. Can he get any sexier?”

“You are so bad, Debby.” Lyn shakes her head and drags LaVerne by the hand towards the centre of the room where Lilly is holding sway to an adoring crowd. “Let’s go celebrate with our Lilly.”

Pushing through the throng proves difficult and as they stop for a breather, they become aware of the music filling the room. In the far corner, on a makeshift stage a live band play a ballad. The melody is at once old-world and beautiful. In the middle of the room, the crowd steps back to form a circle where a couple dance as if no one is watching, their movements simple, elegant and synchronized. When they finish, the crowd erupts into applause and the band move effortlessly into a more modern bluesy rock number.

“My question has just been answered,” Mary sighs. “Jake definitely can get sexier. Look at those hips move.”

“Don’t get any ideas, Mary.”

They all turn to find Lilly standing before them, resplendent in a pink-colored dress trimmed in lace. Her eyes dance and her cheeks glow with pleasure.

The hostesses whoop and cheer as one, taking turns to hug her and talking all at once.

“You look amazing!

“Look at this turn out!

“You clever girl!

“We’re so excited for you, Lilly!

“This place is to die for!”

Mary winces as a large foot suddenly treads on her toes. Her yelp is cut off by the look of death Lyn directs her way.

Lilly hugs them all back. “Thanks for organizing my roast, ladies. You must try the food. I tell you, Austin folk sure do know how to put on a feed! I had to take my corset off after a couple of bites of those baby back ribs and cucumber slaw. I gave up putting it back on after seeing the plates of chicken-fried steak, garlic taters and fried okra.”

“You’re speaking my language, Lilly.” Mary rubs a hand over her ribs. “Save me and lead on to the bathroom so I can take this torturous device off.”

A murmur of agreement goes up through the group.
“Before we do that, ladies, I spy Oliver making his way towards us – bearing a tray of glasses, no less! I wonder what’s in them.”

Every head swivels towards the direction LaVerne is looking. Sure enough, the handsome waiter dressed in saloon-slick leather waistcoat and shirt saunters over. 

Lilly grins. “Frozen margaritas. I thought it fitting 
since we’re in Texas. Thank you, Oliver.”

He bends and give Lilly a quick peck on the cheek then winks when she giggles like a girl before disappearing back through the crowd, his tray empty.

The hostesses all gaze after him, then turn back to Lilly with envious glances.  

Debby is the first to recover. “Well, on that note, I propose a toast to our sister host and author extraordinaire, Lilly Gayle. Congratulations on the release of Wilder Hearts. We’re so very excited and proud of you.”

This week's skit written by LaVerne

 Writing about the outlaw, Jake the Snake, could be the opportunity of a lifetime—if it doesn’t get her killed.

When Ellie Wilder takes her sister from their grandfather's home, she's determined to put her family back together and write of their adventures. Then she runs into Jacob Harper, a man who resembles Jake the Snake, a notorious outlaw who once rode with Billy the Kid. Is it possible the outlaw who escaped justice has mended his ways? Or is the handsome Mr. Harper now murdering servant girls in Austin?

Finding out the truth could be the journalistic opportunity of a lifetime.
Former Texas Ranger Jake Harper has returned to Texas to help solve the Servant Girl Annihilator murders. But when a similar murder occurs in Harmony, Texas, Jake goes undercover as Jake the Snake to find a connection between the series of brutal murders. Then Ellie Wilder shows up. Her snooping could blow his cover and get her killed, but Ellie soon becomes a bigger threat to his heart than his investigation.

The book is on pre-order now. It releases May 6.
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Also available for preorder through the iTunes store.

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Contest ends on Sunday and everyone who comments is eligible.
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Friday, March 18, 2016

Kerry and Cat announce the winner -


Congratulations Mary, Lyn will be in touch soon.

Thanks to everyone who commented and helped her celebrate the Release of BELOVED ENEMY. 
last week.

The hostesses appear on-stage, holding hands, to take a bow, before waving to Cat and Kerry as they prepare to board their transit ferry.

They hug each other and wave before leaving the stage.

"Just another Author Roast and Toast!"

Watch this space for the announcement of our next Author Roast      

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Lyn throws a party to celebrate the release of 'Beloved Enemy'

“Shifter might be hard to spot ladies, you are only gonna know he’s there is if he decides to show himself.” Mary turns  her head with great difficulty toward, Lilly, LaVerne, and Debby. "He tends to blend in!"

“These space suits are so cumbersome. You’d think they’d make them less bulky.”

Lyn chuckles as she makes her way into the 
air-lock and gestures for the ladies to follow her in. “He’s highly sensitive to vibes from humans. It’s a good sign if he appears to you. Or lets you know he’s there by rubbing against your hand Debby. He might even let you touch him too Mary.”

“Ha, ha, ha, I’ll have you know I have a deep connection with animals. They love me.” Mary puckers her lower lip.

“Just kidding Mary, he will show himself to you too. Kerry and Cat assured me he was looking forward to this party.” Lyn removes her helmet as the green go light blinks to show the all clear to leave the ship.

“I never thought we’d end up in a space cantina way out here in…where are we anyhow?” Debby frowns and steps out of her spacesuit. Her party dress none the worse for being scrunched inside the suit.

 “We all look pretty snazzy.You found these great dresses, Lilly, they remind me of the flowing silken robes of an alien I saw once on Star Trek. I feel so free and the colors are amazing.” LaVerne pirouettes and almost falls into Oliver, as usual looking his best in his futuristic clothing.

“Oliver, is it true the food is all made with a replicator? What do they put in there to get the food?” LaVerne smooths down her scarf like dress. A wide smile fills her face as she sees herself in a shiny wall.

Oliver, shaking his head, gestures toward a large night club lit bar, with floating tables and chairs that moved to help customers to get more comfortable, or even just get up. Small winged faery-like young alien females carry trays to the tables. The girls enter the room and note the out of this world views of space out huge circular windows. The soft pale colors of the chairs, tables and wall covering seem to change often to different mood colors. All soothing and comforting.

“They have a drink made especially for Kerry and Cat. It’s called the, Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, they say it’s really powerful and only one will do you.” Lilly points to the drink in Mary’s hand. She has just gulped it down.

“I was thirsty. I can’t help it. And Lyn refuses to share the Mead with me.” Mary pouts. 

“I was only trying to stop you from getting silly, you know how you like Mead since I gave you that bottle to try” Lyn stares in front of her. Her mind instantly on the man approaching them, she hardly notices the lovely woman holding his hand.

“Hello ladies.” Kerry Marchant takes each one of their hands and places a gentle kiss on the top of their hands. Little hearts circle their heads and sighs follow the hand kiss.

Last to get her kiss Debby announces loudly for the whole place to hear.

“We’d like to welcome you all to the celebration for the great story available as we speak. Cat and Kerry’s latest adventure is available for all to read. Beloved Enemy!”

A loud cheer fills the room and Kerry takes Debby’s hand in his, placing the gentle kiss he gave the others, who by the way are still in a trance, on her hand.

Cat and Kerry smile and kiss for the crowds as the Mead and imported chocolate from Earth are shared.

Chicken pieces, sticky ribs, and  smoked salmon, fresh from the replicator, a variety of vegetarian dishes, a chocolate fountain, strawberries and Andromedan cherries and a large Chocolate gateau fill the buffet tables for all to sample. No one pays much attention to the girls as they taste the delights, until Debby hits the floor and is helped up by a chuckling Oliver.

The sound of Debby hitting the floor shocked into her own trance by the handsome, sexy, yet very, taken man, whose story has so captivated her. 

Laughter and applause fill the room as Lyn is able to break her trance and smack the other ladies playfully on their cheeks as Mary adds in her happy voice. “Beloved Enemy, you have to read it!

And you're all invited to another Release Celebration tomorrow - Mary will be a co-hostess, as well as some other familiar faces!

Cat Kincaid is obsessed with killing the man she believes is responsible for the torture and death of her sister, but when she eventually catches up with him, survival becomes a greater priority than revenge,

Kerry Marchant, haunted by memories, regret and self-blame, shields himself from the pain of the past by committing himself totally to the starship, Destiny, of which he is part owner. However, the beautiful, red haired woman who reminds him of his lost love, and who he suspects is working for a corrupt regime, represents a possible threat not only to the ship, but to his heart.

Marooned on an inhospitable planet, they need to work together to stay alive, fighting not only unknown assailants, but their growing attraction. But how can they learn to trust each other when he has vowed never to get close to a woman again, and she made a solemn pledge to destroy him?


Before she could fire, Kerry let off another barrage of plasma bolts into the river, then leapt toward her and ripped the severed tentacle from her leg. It flapped around on the wet grass. She scrambled to her knees, still slightly winded and fired at the hideous thing. The foliage around it flared for a moment with an eerie green flame and the tentacle shrivelled into a slimy black mass, emitting a pungent odour and causing her to gag for a moment.

“It seems I was mistaken about the creature being dead.” Kerry prodded the smouldering mass with his boot and looked across over the water. “It is now.” He leaned down and grasped her wrist to haul her to her feet. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Her shoulder was sore and probably bruised but she’d live. She tried to control her shivering. The incident affected her more than she wanted to admit. Kerry’s proximity, naked to the waist, his lithe body shining from the water droplets that still clung to his skin, his legs swathed in tight black leather, did nothing to help. The last thing she wanted was for him to realise how scared she’d been when she thought a snake attacked her. “Thanks. That was close. It would have been a bit ironic if I’d been killed by the same creature I saved you from.”

She realized he still grasped her wrist. She tried to move away, but he pulled her back, obliging her to turn to him.

“You are trembling.”

“I’m fine.”

“No,” he said. “You’re not.” He pulled her closer and his eyes softened, his gaze holding her mesmerized. She opened her mouth to try to speak, but in the same instant he put his hand under her chin and his lips closed over hers.


Hywela Lyn  most of her  life in Wales and the beautiful countryside and legends inspired her to write. Although she now lives in a small  village in England, she is very proud of her Welsh heritage and background.  

She enjoys weaving romantic tales of the future, and distant, mysterious worlds.  Her pen name is a combination of her first two names.'Hywela’ is Welsh and her first name but it was never used and she has always been called by her second Christian name, 
Lyn. One thing remains constant in her writing:  The power of love. Love, not only between her hero and heroine, but between friends and siblings, and for their particular world and the creatures that share it.   

She is crazy about all animals, especially horses. She lives with her long suffering husband, Dave, and has two horses, two feral cats and an adopted lovable but manic terrier called Choccy.

Hywela Lyn’s debut novel, 'Starquest', a futuristic romance was published by The Wild Rose Press who also published her second book in the Destiny series, 'Children of the Mist'. ‘Beloved Enemy’ which continues the Destiny series is coming soon from the same publisher.  

To win a copy of one of Lyn's backlist, just leave a comment and your e-mail address.
Contest ends on Sunday and everyone who comments is eligible.
(We reserve the right to waive the prize in any week when there are not enough contestants for a draw to be deemed fair and unbiased)

Friday, February 26, 2016

Step On Me More - a novel with a message

The hostesses: Mary, Lyn, Lilly, Laverne, and Debby,  seated on the small stage in the grade school assembly hall, smile and welcome the students as Oliver leads them to their seats.

“I’d like to introduce Mary Rickson,” the principle says, as Mary stands and takes a bow. “Mary is here today to talk about her book, Step On Me More, co-written with Joan,  and  to discuss a topic that I expect all of us have experienced at least once in our lives - bullying. Mary would like to hear from anyone who has a story to share.”
Lyn is the first to raise her hand. “I have rather large feet. I was always laughed at and told I looked like a clown. My girlfriends were always showing off their new shoes, but I was too ashamed to let them see mine.” 

A girl wearing glasses shyly raises her hand. “The boys call me Four-eyes all  the time. I wish I didn’t have to wear glasses, but if I take them off, I  can’t see.”

“I get called fatty,” a boy says.

"And I get called names because I have a big behind," Lilly confesses.

"And I get taunted because I'm pale" says La Verne.

“I get made fun of because my clothes are old,” another boy says.

“I- I- I stutter,” a girl adds. "They laugh and imitate me.”

“I get called pumpkin mouth, because my teeth are crooked. But my parents can’t afford to have them fixed,” a boy says.

“I get called brainy because I’m smart. I didn’t know that was a bad thing,” a girl states.

“I get called stupid because I can’t read well,” another girl says.

“I get called beanpole,” a tall thin girl says.

“I get called pimple face,” a boy adds.

“I get called mouse because I’m so short,” a girl says.

Mary  stands. “I commend all of you for telling us your stories. What would you like to tell those who have been saying these cruel things to you?”

“I’d like to ask them how they would feel if someone made fun of them,” a girl replies.

“My Mom says nobody is perfect, and people should think before they speak,” a boy adds.

“I was always taught to do unto others as you would have them do unto you,” Debby  says. 

“I want all of you to remember everyone is special in their own way.” Mary smiles. “And if you have said something cruel to someone, perhaps you might think about apologizing to them.”
Let's all thank Mary for being here today and sharing her wonderful book with us," the principle says as  they all give a huge round of applause. 

Mary smiles and waves. “There’s pizza, Chinese, Vegetarian, Mimosas, Martinis and soft drinks for everyone, so dig in. And remember, say something nice to the person standing next to you.” 

Today's introduction was written by Debby Grahl

Shelburne High School teachers Kailyn Hartigan and Lisa Stone have had enough. Bullying among students is reaching an all-time high, and the rest of the staff is either in denial or too afraid of repercussions to help address the problem. When Stephanie Moore—aka: Step On Me More—is welcomed by Shelburne High as the new principal, taking an anti-bullying stance becomes a dangerous game. One that could cost Kailyn and Lisa not only their careers, but the lives of the students they seek to protect.

The front courtyard of the school thronged with students, cat-calling to each other, talking and laughing in small groups. Happy students, waving and calling, “Hi, Ms. Stone,” to me as I made my way among them and headed toward the wide steps leading to the front doors. A flicker of doubt crossed my mind. Maybe Kailyn and I had jumped the gun on this bullying thing. As far as either of us could tell, nothing more had happened between Leigh and Callie, although it was obvious they were certainly avoiding each other in class. Jennifer had no more crying spells, that we saw, anyway, and had thrown herself into making art with an enthusiasm that warmed my heart.

I started up the steps, then froze as I heard a cry of pain from the patio to the right of the stairs, behind the flowering shrubs. I acted on instinct. Dropped my purse and books where I was and ran back down the steps and toward the sound. My heart sank as I reached the patio. Jennifer lay on the concrete surface, curled up in a fetal position, hugging her knees, as two other girls kicked and slapped her. Blood oozed from one of her elbows, and her beautiful, pale blonde hair was streaked with dirt and twigs from the ground. A smashed cell phone lay in pieces on the ground.

The epithets flew through the air, mixed with Jennifer’s wails.

I marched in and grabbed both girls by the arms. “Stop that! Right now.”

One of the girls was Callie, and the other had never been in any of my classes, but I knew her by sight. She was a cheerleader, popular and pretty, but rather loud and foul-mouthed. I had sent her to Craig with a note once, when I heard her sounding off in the hall.

“Tanya Marshall, what in the world are you doing? Get off her right now.”

Callie smirked at me and backed away, but Tanya aimed another kick at Jennifer that caught her in the knee. Jennifer screamed. I pulled Tanya back by force. She turned to face me. “You better let go of me. I’ll file a complaint against you, and you’ll lose your job. You can’t touch me, you know.”

“I have the right to intervene in something like this,” I told her, trying to control the fury in my voice.
I heard Michael behind me. “What’s going on here?”

I turned. “As you can see,” I snapped. “There’s been a vicious attack on a student by these young ladies. Will you take these two to the office, please, right now, and ask Mr. Dixon to call their parents? I need to get Jennifer to the nurse.”

“Yeah, take the baby to the nurse…” Callie sneered. Michael took them in tow, and led them away.
I knelt beside the sobbing girl. “Jen, Jennifer, come on, honey. Let’s go inside and get you cleaned up. I’ll call your mom to come get you and take you home for the day.”

She didn’t move. “I want to die,” she sobbed.

Born in Vermont, Mary Ricksen, being the daughter of a government official, spent her youth in several places. From New York, Texas, and Virginia, to the beautiful city of Ottawa, her family moved every three years to a new place. A great love of horses found her cleaning stalls and grooming for the privilege of just being near them.

Mary ia married and now lives with her two German Shepherds, a calico cat and her computer engineer husband.The people she met were diversified. And the scenery ranged from the aqua brilliance of the crystal waters of Florida, to the mountains of Vermont and North Carolina. She was always drawn to the beauty of Vermont. Now living in Florida, she still feels the call of those peaks and the tranquil waters of Lake Champlain.

It was the love of books that inspired her to write. Reading, being one of her favorite things, took her to places that she wanted to go. Somewhere between the pharaohs of Egypt and the whimsical world of Zanth, she found a voice. Writing led her to meet some of the most interesting people she has ever known. The mind of a writer is a wonderful thing.

To win a copy of Mary's book, all you have to do is just leave a comment and your e-mail address.
Contest ends on Sunday and everyone who comments is eligible.
(We reserve the right to waive the prize in any week when there are not enough contestants for a draw to be deemed fair and unbiased)