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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 last year.

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, June 26, 2015

Debby Grahl's Winner is:


Congratulations, Susabelle - and thank you Debby for taking us for such a fun trip to New Orleans.  Wishing you much success and many sales.

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They hug each other and wave before leaving the stage.

"Just another Author Roast and Toast!"

We're taking a break for the summer, but join us again on 7th August when our Guest of Honour will be our very own 
Mac Crowne      

Friday, June 19, 2015

Debby Grahl celebrates her latest release - Rue Toulouse - in a boutique in New Orleans

Lilly, LaVerne, Mary, Mac, and Lyn look up at the ivy covered walls and wrought iron grill work of the nineteenth century building that houses Ma Cherie, an exclusive boutique in New Orleans. As the fringed surrey comes to a stop, harness jangles and the lead horse shakes his head and snorts.

Lilly fans herself and then wrinkles her nose when the feathers on her mask tickle. "I love all those window displays. Can we shop for souvenirs while we're here?"
Mac swats her hand with her fan before fanning herself. "No. This isn't a shopping trip. It's a celebration of Debby's latest release, Rou Toulouse."

"I feel silly going into a boutique dressed for Mardi Gras," LaVerne says as she adjusts the big hat she's wearing to protect her fair skin from the blazing, late afternoon sun.

"We're dressed for a masked ball, not Mardi Gras," Lyn says as she hikes up her long Grecian gown and climbs down from the carriage. "Debby wanted to hold this celebration at Caterine's shop, but Remi wanted a masked ball because that's where he and Caterine first met."

"And they decided to compromise. How romantic," Mary gushes as she adjusts her bodice, tucking
the "girls" back into her low decolletage as Oliver steps out onto the street to help her down. Mary fakes a swoon and leans into him. He smiles politely, but Lilly, LaVerne, and Mac groan in unison.

Lyn, oblivious to the goings on behind her, leads the way inside the exclusive boutique. The expensive jewelry and racks of exquisite, one of a kind clothing have been stored in a back room to make space for the guests. Velvet, Victorian parlor chairs and sofas, usually arranged outside the dressing rooms are positioned strategically throughout the store, while claw foot, antique tables normally reserved for displaying fabric swatches, trim, or unique one of a kind buttons, now hold silver trays filled with tempting dishes and savory appetizers.

The delicious aromas float toward the hostesses as they enter the cool, air-conditioned boutique.

LaVerne lifts her masks and inhales deeply. "Yum. Something smells delicious."

"The inside of this place is bigger than it looks from the street," Mac says.

"But it's still a bit small for a masquerade ball," LaVerne adds as Debby rushes forward to clasp her sister hostess' hands.

"Oh, this will be so perfect," she gushes. "I knew you ladies could help me pull it off."

Mary looks around. "But will the guests all be able to squeeze in?"

A mischief smile crosses Lyn's face. "There's room in here for the guests and your big bazooms."

Lilly snickers, and Mary glares at both her and Lyn. "But will your boat size feet and Lilly's big butt fit?"

Lilly spins around like a dog chasing his tail. "Does this dress make my butt look big."

Mac looks up as if she's just now realized where she is and repeats Mary's question. "Will the guests all be able to squeeze in?"

Debby smiles reassuringly. "Caterine and Remi have invited only their closet friends, and there is a beautiful courtyard out back where a bar and band are set up. It's going to be a magical evening, and the food! You should see all the food. The tables run the length of the building and spill out into the courtyard."

Lilly inhales again. "Is that seafood I smell? I love seafood!"

"Ah, but of course." Debby smiles as a tall man and woman approach hand in hand. He is dressed like a pirate, and she is dressed as a beautiful princess. 
"There's gumbo, crawfish étouffée, shrimp, red beans and rice, and so much more. I'll let Caterine tell you about the cake."

Caterine smiles as Debby introduces her and Remi to her sister hostesses. Remi kisses each of their hands. Mary fakes another swoon but Lilly, LaVerne, and Mac don't groan or roll their eyes this time. They're too busy trying to see under Remi's mask to see if his face looks as good as the rest of him.

Caterine smiles sweetly at her love and turns back to the hostesses. "The Dodberge cake is Remi's favorite so I ordered a  lemon and chocolate cake."

LaVerne wrinkles her brow. "Is it some kind of American cake?"

"Not really." Caterine smiles. "The Doberge cake is a New Orleans specialty."

"You can't come to the city without trying it," Debby adds, licking her lips. "This  cake made Gambino's world famous."

Caterine nods. "It's made by hand and consists of six layers of buttermilk cake layers separated by a secret recipe custard filling. After assembling the layers, the cake is covered in buttercream icing and then glazed with a rich fondant icing."

"For the foodie in you, this cake will please your sweet tooth like never before," Remi says to the hostess, but he has eyes only for Caterine. "You can choose your favorite Doberge cake flavor from chocolate, lemon, caramel or strawberry. I'm wishing now, Caterine had ordered all four flavors."

Always eager to try new drinks, Lilly asks, "So, what are we drinking at this shindig?"

Debby smiles. "Whatever you'd like. Remi likes a local beer called Turbodog. Caterine likes red wine or sweet ice tea."

"And Lilly likes anything alcoholic," Mary adds with a wink and a nudge.

Mac laughs. "Well someone call Oliver over here so we can all grab a drink and get this party started!"

Today's skit was written by Lilly Gayle.


Fashion designer Caterine Doucette attends a masquerade ball dressed as a shimmering ice princess where she encounters ex-cop Remi Michaud, disguised as the handsome pirate Jean Lafitte. The princess and the pirate come together for one unforgettable night of passion.
When Caterine inherits the family’s exclusive boutique, Ma Chérie, an attempt is made on her life, for someone in the Doucette household will stop at nothing to possess what they feel is rightfully theirs. 

Remi, working for a private security company, sets out to unmask Caterine’s would-be assassin, but finds himself torn between his desire for her and painful memories of another socialite’s betrayal.
Falling for Remi, Caterine struggles with old embedded pain, leaving her afraid to open herself to love.  In the heart of the Big Easy, the two must learn to trust one another if they’re to survive in a world of family greed and ruthless revenge.

 “But isn’t that what’s fun about a masked ball, not knowing who the mystery person is you’re talking to? What’s better yet, you can do and say things you’d never consider doing or saying because they also don’t know who you are. As the saying goes, laissez les bons temps rouler.”
 Elaine coughed, almost choking on her champagne. “Wait a minute. Back up. Did I just hear you say, let the good times roll?”

   Caterine nodded. “I can’t get what happened with Jonathan out of my mind, and I’ve decided that tonight the old Caterine doesn’t exist. Since I’m in disguise, this is the perfect opportunity to prove to myself that Jonathan and those other men are wrong.”

    Elaine cocked her head. “Okay, what exactly do you have in mind?”

    Caterine grinned. “If I meet someone who makes my pulse quicken and my toes curl . . .” She shrugged. “Who knows? Tonight the ice princess may melt away.”

    A wide smile spread across Elaine’s face. “Good for you. If I’m not mistaken, your chance might be coming this way. Good luck.”

    Before Caterine could respond, Elaine disappeared into the crowd. She turned in the direction Elaine had been looking and caught her breath. The man dressed entirely in black coming toward her reminded her of a dangerous outlaw from a past century. Lean and muscular, he stood close to six foot. He wore a loose, long-sleeved, V-necked shirt, snug pants, and low boots. As he walked, his body language exuded confidence, power, and incredible sex appeal.

    The closer he got, the harder her heart pounded. Okay, take a deep breath. You can do this. He doesn’t know who you are; if you make an idiot out of yourself, it won’t matter.

    “Hello, Princess. I believe this dance is ours,” he said, his bayou cadence low and sultry.

    Bereft of speech, she could only stare into the thick-lashed, deep blue eyes behind the handsome stranger’s black bandit mask.

    He flashed white teeth in a sensuous grin. “I’m not mistaken am I, cher? You looked so beautiful standing there glittering, I assumed you must be a fairy princess.”

    She swallowed hard, hoping her voice was steady. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, monsieur, but I’m not a fairy princess. I’m known as an ice princess. But who knows, I still might be able to grant you a wish.”

    “No, cher.” He stepped closer. Gently placing his fingers under her chin, he tilted her head back to gaze directly into her eyes. “Whoever said you were an ice princess wasn’t man enough to release your heat. Grant me my wish and I’ll do just that.”

Buy Links for Rue Toulouse: Amazon, Barnes&Noble,Apple iBooks

Debby Grahl lives on Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, with her husband, David, and their cat, Tigger. Besides writing, she enjoys biking, walking on the beach and a glass of wine at sunset. Her favorite places to visit are New Orleans, New York City, Captiva Island in Florida, the Cotswolds of England and her home state of Michigan. She is a history buff who also enjoys reading murder mysteries, time travel, and, of course, romance. Visually impaired from childhood by Retinitis Pigmentosa (RP), she uses screen-reading software to research and write her books. Debby belongs to RWA, Florida Romance Writers, Hearts Across History and Lowcountry Romance Writers.


5.0 out of 5 starsRomantic Suspense done right!, June 10, 2015
A strong romantic suspense that has a wonderful cast of characters, the great setting of New Orleans around Mardi Gras and a mystery that had me guessing until the end.
5.0 out of 5 starsSexy pirate meets ice princess and sparks fly, June 3, 2015
I loved this book. It was a quick read, mainly because I couldn’t put it down. It had everything, a feisty heroine and a sexy guy who gets several opportunities to step in and save the girl. Insert sigh.
This review is from: Rue Toulouse (Kindle Edition)

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Monday, June 15, 2015

Monday, May 18, 2015

Arlene's Winner is...

Mary Preston

Congratulations Mary your prize is on its way. 

Thanks to  Arlene for being such a fantastic guest of honour, and to everyone who commented and made this Roast such fun!
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They hug each other and wave before leaving the stage.

"Just another Author Roast and Toast!"

We're taking a few weeks break but watch this space
for details of our next guest


Friday, May 15, 2015

A party on the seashore for Felicity's Power, J Arlene Culiner

"I haven’t ridden a horse in years,” LaVerne announces to the other hostesses, patting her bay mount’s sturdy neck and swaying in time to its gentle gait. “I’d forgotten how much I loved it.”
Crushed under hooves, the long grass from the field releases their sweet scent of summer’s promise.

Mary closes her eyes and breathes deeply. “They should bottle that smell. Warm horse and nature. You can’t beat it.” The faint sound of a car on gravel ruins the effect and her eyes pop open. 
“Nature?” Lilly twists around in her saddle, winces then rubs her bottom before glaring at Mac. “That’s the fifth car I’ve seen in as many minutes. I thought you said the party was being held in a remote cabin on the coastline and this was the only way in.”

“Yeah, well,” Mac hedges. “It seemed pretty isolated on Google maps. Anyway,” she winks at the other girls. “I thought with your extra padding you’d be fine.” Mac chuckles as Lilly tries to take a swipe at her and nearly falls off her horse in the process. She gestures at their surroundings. “You have to admit this is a great way to see the countryside.”

“My favourite kind of transport.” Lyn beams, as she stands in her stirrups and sniffs the air. “We can’t be far now. I can smell the sea!”

Their party tops a rise and Mary lets out a squeal, grabbing Debby’s arm. “And I can see it!” She expertly wheels her horse to a stop to admire the view.

“Just look at that!” Debby breathes. “No wonder Felicity and Marek fell in love here."

A rustic cabin that looks as if it were put together piecemeal sits back of a rocky outcrop which drops down to the sea. Sunlight bounces off the tide pools that dot the shore below.
Lilly brings her horse to a halt beside them and sighs. “Oh, it is romantic. I’d be here all the time if it were mine.” She arches a brow at Mac as she spies a few parked cars to the side of the building. “But like the smart guests who’ve made it here before us, I’d be taking a car!”

“Come on, ladies.” Debby nudges her horse forward. “Enough dilly-dallying. I can’t wait to say hi to Arlene again. She has the best parties with the yummiest of guests—uh,I meant food! And I need to fix my hair. Lord knows what this helmet has done to it.”

Lyn snorts. “I don’t think you need to worry, Debby. That big hair of yours is something else. It’ll spring back to life in seconds.”

The horses’hooves clip-clop on the packed gravelly sand and they ride along the shoreline. As they approach the cabin, the front door opens. Arlene steps out, a wide smile of welcome lights her face. “Oh, you’re here! I heard horses and wondered who it could be. Of course it had to be the Roast ladies. You girls sure know how to make an entrance.”  

LaVerne laughs. “That wasn’t quite the intention, but it sure was fun.”
She dismounts and pulls the reins over her horse’s head and the other hostesses follow suit, stifled groans of relief escaping everyone’s lips. Arlene shakes her head with a grin and with a ‘wait there’ signal, pops her head back through the door. Moments later, a group of pre-teen girls come out and excitedly relieve the hostesses of their mounts. 
“Come inside, girls. Everyone’s waiting. We can’t start the party without you!”
Oliver greets them with a chilled glass of dry white wine which they all take gratefully. Moments later, he’s back with a cocktails, then a tray filled with a trio of mouth-watering vegetarian canapés. Mushroom and stilton tarts, feta bruschetta and a delicious Fig and olive tapenade on toasted baguettes.

A table groans with platters full of fresh fruit, asparagus rolls, spicy corn fritters and a wide assortment of salads. In a nod to the coastal setting, oysters in their shells sit on beds of ice along with mussels both smoked and plain.

Centre-stage of the room is the most gorgeous of cake creations. The cover of Felicity’s Power sits proudly atop it. Mary licks her lips. “I don’t know what looks more delicious. The cake or that cover!” 
 “I know,” Arlene agrees. “I loved this cake so much last time that I had to have it again. You can never have too much of a good thing, right?” she asks. 

“Never,” Lilly affirms and raises her glass of chardonnay, waiting until she has everyone’s attention. “To J. Arlene Culiner and her latest book, Felicity’s Power Here’s to indulging in all good things!”  

This week's skit was written by LaVerne Clark

Contemporary Romance from The Wild Rose Press

San Francisco, 1971: hippies in the streets, music and revolution in the air. The evening Marek Sumner opened his door to the wild-looking Felicity Powers, he knew nothing would ever be the same again. But even love and passion couldn’t keep them together.

Forty-three years later, having lived in the world’s most dangerous places as a foreign aid worker, Felicity is back, still offering him love, passion, and adventure. But why would Marek risk having his heart broken a second time? Now a well-known author, he loves his calm, solitary life in an isolated farmhouse. He and Felicity are just too different; their relationship could never work.

But Felicity is just as fascinating and joyful as ever, and that wonderful sexy magic is still there too. As for love, perhaps it’s even deeper and more delightful the second time around.


“Making a quick getaway?” Felicity stood in the doorway taking in the scene: the open but  fully packed suitcase on the bed, Marek’s trench coat flung over the table. He was on his way out. No denying the evidence.

Marek sat in the armchair by the window, his face tight, his eyes haunted. “I’m sitting here, in a chair, right? Aren’t the words ‘a quick getaway’ somewhat of an exaggeration?” He drawled the words out slowly, mockingly.

“Okay then. A slow getaway.”

He stared at her, unable to pull his eyes away. Her face was pale, her expression wild.  Loose tendrils of hair shadowed her neck, calling attention to the slow throb of veins under the delicate skin. She looked sexy as hell. Tempting and far too dangerous to think about.

“Not quick, not slow. Neither one of the above. No getaway.” His voice was icy, impersonal.

“That!” Her arm waved wildly, gesticulated in the direction of the suitcase. A sharp, searing feeling of betrayal mixed with humiliation kept her tense, unrelenting. “I mean, if you want me out of here, all you have to do is tell me. Since you’re obviously desperate to get rid of me.” She felt as if she’d been stabbed. She crossed the room slowly until she was standing beside him, staring down at him, her eyes flashing with determination and fury. “But let’s not forget you were the one who invited me up here. Remember? I didn’t ask to be put up in your hotel room.”

But you might have done so. If he hadn’t taken matters into his own hands. Well, never again. Never. Your time is up as far as I’m concerned, Marek Sumner!

He stood up, studied her for a minute, silently.

“God, you’re beautiful.” It was as if the words had been wrenched out of him, as if he would have given anything not to say them, but they made her heart stand still.

  ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-876-1
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-875-4
Page Count: 226

Born in New York, raised in Toronto, J. Arlene Culiner has spent most of her life in England,
Germany, Turkey, Greece, Hungary and the Sahara. She
now resides in a 400-year-old former inn in a French village of no real interest. Much to everyone's dismay, she protects all living creatures -- especially spiders and snakes -- and her wild (or wildlife) garden is a classified butterfly and bird reserve.
In her perfectly realistic contemporary romances, heroines are funny, and heroes are dashingly lovable. All are proudly over the age of forty. <file://localhost/pages/J-Arlene-Culiner>


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