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 !

lease Note:
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.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015



Congratulations, Mary - and thank you Tina for such a fun early Halloween party.
Wishing you much success and many sales.

The hostesses appear on-stage, holding hands, to take a bow

They hug each other and wave before leaving the stage.

"Just another Author Roast and Toast!"

We're taking a break for a while but watch this space for the announcement of the next AUTHOR ROAST AND TOAST PARTY.

Friday, October 16, 2015

A Halloween Masquerade Party for Tena Stetler's book - A Demon’s Witch

It's October! The Halloween month, so we're celebrating a little early and you're all invited to Tena Stetler's Halloween Masquerade Party!

“You’re Cinderella, but you’ve missed the turnoff to the ball?”

Lilly rolls her eyes at Lyn’s suggestion. The Roast hostesses have spent the whole trip to Tena Stetler’s Halloween masquerade party coming up with characters, each one more ridiculous than the last.

“If I were, those feet of yours would make you one of the ugly step-sisters wouldn’t it?” she asks sweetly.

Lyn pretends affront and pouts, the move making her zombified made-up face even more alarming. Just then, the taxi pulls to a stop before an imposing turreted building. They walk up the path, dusk turning everything into shadows, lending an eerie feeling to the night. The hostesses pair up and link arms until they reach the entrance.

“I love the way you Americans go all out for Halloween, but why do there have to be cobwebs?” LaVerne shudders and waves a hand to indicate her fellow hostess to go first. “After you, Debby.”

“You do realise they’re fake?” Mary inquires from the back.

“Doesn’t make it any less creepy,” LaVerne mutters, not moving an inch from her position at the side of the entrance. “It makes me think of spiders and my skin starts to crawl.”

“You and your skin, girl.” Shaking her head, Debby steps forward, only for the hair she’d spent the best part of the evening teasing into a gravity-defying ‘do' to snag. “Gah!”

“What’s the holdup?” Mac pipes up from the back. “Come on, guys, get a move on, I’m starving. Tena promised prime rib and baked potatoes at her Roast party and it smells like she delivered.”

Just then, Oliver glides up to the entrance to see what the commotion was about. With a wry grin and a shake of his head, he places the tray of blood-red drinks down onto the hallway table and in a matter of seconds, has Debby freed from the fine thread. She flutters her lashes at him, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“Thank you, Oliver. What would we do without you?”

He gives a courtly bow and smiles, his top lip lifting just enough to give a glimpse of fangs then disappears back into the crowd. The hostesses watch him go, the red-lined black cape he wears billowing behind him and sigh in unison.

 “It’s always nice to see him, but boy, is it mighty fine to watch him leave.”

“Always right on the money, Mary,” Lilly agrees with a laugh, then lifts her head and sniffs the air.
Mac snaps her fingers. “Now I see it. You’re Samantha from Bewitched!”

Lilly groans. “No. But I spy Tena over by the food. It looks awesome. There’s even cupcakes and bat-shaped cookies. I hope they’re chocolate. Yum. Ooo - even yummier, it looks like she managed to get Bruce along to party with us too.”

“Oh, my,” breathes Mary. “He’s a gorgeous one, isn’t he? I wonder if he’s taken.”
Lyn nods as he pulls a stunning looking woman close. “I’d say so. That’s Angelique.” She assesses Mary’s black dress and cone hat and scoffs. “I’ve got it on good authority, she’s a real witch. A lovely girl, but I wouldn’t want to get in her bad books.”

Tena glances over and steps towards them, her smile wide. “Ladies! Drinks are to your left. Grab one and join us. Oliver mixed us up Witches brew cocktail and Black Devil Martinis for the adventurous sorts, or if you prefer a non-alcoholic drink try the Dragon’s Blood Punch. It’s delicious.” 

 After selected their drinks of choice, introductions are made. It is soon obvious how perfectly matched Bruce and Angelique are for each other. The tender touches and adoring glances exchanged between the couple have the hostesses smiling. 

Debby lifts her glass. “Let’s raise a toast to Tena, Bruce and Angelique, and the release of their book, A Demon’s Witch.” Glasses are raised into the air. “Congratulations for releasing your magic into the world.”
Today's introductory skit was written by LaVerne

Blurb - Keeping a lid on all the paranormal beings inhabiting Washington D.C., is a daunting job. Bruce, a six hundred year old demon and the Territory Overlord of the Western Hemisphere, keeps his finger on the pulse of DC’s power players through the activities at his highly successful Wycked Hair Salon. His movie star good looks and body builder physique keeps his dance card full and the rumor mills running. Within these walls, his anonymity is safe, mostly.  

Bruce’s world spins out of control when Angelique, a pint size, gorgeous witch, with an attitude breezes through the doors of his salon. She is the younger sister of Tristian, Bruce’s long time trusted enforcer, whose professional skills are second to none. Tristian is furious at the relationship between Bruce and Angelique, a dangerous situation. The undeniable attraction between demon and witch promises to tear apart both their professional and personal worlds.

Suddenly, he felt the magic aura shirt and switched his attention to the front door. She breezed in, hair like spun gold flowing to her waist, with a seductive yet regal body and a sway to her hips that should be illegal even in DC. She wore a snug rose and cream colored sweater, cut low enough he could see the swells of her rounded breasts, tailored black slacks that fit her cute ass like a glove and four-inch spike heels. She paused in the center of the salon, wet from the sudden spring storm, and lowered the briefcase she’d used as an umbrella. Her sparkling violet eyes glanced up to the mezzanine where Bruce stood watching. Blatantly her gaze wandered over his well-muscled body, undressing him piece by piece, until he felt naked. He shook his head slightly and smoothed his shirt and slacks with his hand, just to make sure he was still wearing them.

Author Bio – With the majestic Rocky Mountains for a backdrop, Tena Stetler is a paranormal romance author with an over-active imagination.  She wrote her first vampire romance at the age of eleven, to the chagrin of her mother and the delight of her friends. Tena finds stories in the strangest places, while camping, kayaking, or hiking in the mountains. Even at the hair salon ie,
A Demon’s Witch.  So far, she’s only found one dead body (imagined not real) during a camping trip, turned it into an exciting paranormal romantic suspense that’s nearly complete. For many years, Tena worked as a paralegal for a criminal law firm. You won’t believe the tales she can spin from that experience! Colorado is her home; shared with her husband, a brilliant Chow Chow, a spoiled parrot and a forty-year-old box turtle.  She loves the adventure of a road trip. Together with her husband and their companion animals, they have logged thousands of miles in their RV visiting over 3/4 of the United States.  The great northeast is still on the bucket list. Any winter evening, you can find her curled up in front of a crackling fire with a good book, a mug of hot chocolate and a big bowl of popcorn. 
To win a copy of Tena'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)

Friday, September 25, 2015

'Out of Character' author Molly Zenk's 'Living History' island party and Giveaway

Molly has generously offered  $10 amazon gift card for the grand prize and 2 ebook copies for 2nd and 3rd place winners.  So don't forget to make a comment, with your email address, after you've read the post, to be entered for the draw!

 The sun is shining in a clear blue sky as the ferry boat docks at  Port Lucia Island, and the hostesses hurry onto the set of the faith-based reality show, 1700s Life.

 “What an exciting party this is going to be,” Lyn says. “I’ve never been on a reality television show. I can’t wait to meet the actors."

Debby pats her hair. “I wonder if they’ll need any extras?”

Mary rolls her eyes. “I don’t think they had hair like yours.”

The hostesses make their way around men with cameras and people dressed in all types of period clothing.

“They film the show as if they’re living in the seventeen hundreds,” Mac says. “Can you imagine having no modern conveniences?”

Lilly’s eyes open wide. “You mean no cell phones, computers, or television?”

“Or hair dryers or curling irons,” Debby says in horror.

“What about indoor bathrooms?” Laverne whispers. “You don’t suppose we have to use outhouses, do you?”

Mary laughs. “It’ll be fun. Just pretend you’ve stepped into a time machine.”

“Here comes Molly,” Lyn says. “And she’s with the stars of the show.”

“Hi, ladies. I’m so glad you’re here,” Molly says. “I’d like you to
meet Harmony Jones, David Hawkins and Elliot Banes.

The hostesses smile and wave.

I’d love to try on one of your costumes,” Lilly says, striking a pose. “I can picture myself playing Betsy Ross.”

Laverne pokes her in the ribs. “How about Martha Washington?”

Molly smiles. “I’m sure we could find you a part.”

The hostesses move to where the buffet is set out.

“Everything looks wonderful,” Mary says. “There’s even filet mignon.

Molly nods. “Also baked potatoes, salad, and French bread.”


She grins. “But if you’d like to be bad, there’s chips and dip, loaded nachos, and cheese and crackers.

Plus don’t forget the dessert table with the chocolate pudding cake and death-by-chocolate brownies. Oh, and I almost forgot the chocolate fountain with fruit.”

Mac claps her hands. “You’ve just said my favorite word, chocolate.”


“What’s that Oliver is setting up?” Lyn asks.

 “It’s a Soda Stream machine,” Molly replies. “You can make cherry or vanilla or many other kinds of soft drinks.”

“How fun,” Laverne exclaims. “Let’s all try one.”

The hostesses gather around the soft drinks machine and raise their glasses high.

 "Here’s a toast to Molly Zenk and her new inspirational release, Out of Character."

Today's introductory skit was written by Debby Grahll


After the loss of her brother, actress Harmony Jones struggles with daily life. Landing the lead role on the hit faith based living history show, 1700s Life, might be the perfect way to reconnect with her faith and be her big acting break.

Tired of hiding his strong faith and convictions to get secular roles, David Hawkins jumps at the chance to play the curate on 1700s Life. It's the perfect vehicle to spread God’s word.

Elliot Banes’ career needs an image makeover, so he accepts the naval hero role on 1700s Life.
Getting away from his overbearing mother is an added bonus. His true hope is to learn to speak his mind instead of always fading into the background.

When a scripted love triangle between Harmony, David, and Elliot becomes a real life love triangle, Harmony must make a difficult decision. She hoped to find her wavering faith, she didn't count on finding love as well. If that was her only obstacle, the role would be a breeze. Unfortunately, there’s an on-set spy intent on causing drama. Can Harmony see through all the lies and secrets to the truth in her heart, or will she end up falling for the wrong man?

“Hey, Patrick.” I pick up one of the pictures from the shrine. It’s a selfie of us smooshed together making duck faces. “I know you probably planned all this me living and you not stuff. Even if it was a split second decision, you’re always putting me in front of you. Why would the day of the accident be any different? I guess I should say thanks, but words seem so hollow right now. You gave your life for mine. How can I ever repay that? Mom’s going to say your death is all part of God’s plan, but I never made a plan that didn’t have you in it. I don’t know how. Maybe God can help me with that one.”

I set down the picture, lace my fingers tightly together, and close my eyes. “Dear God, hi, it’s me Harmony. I know you bring a lot of comfort to a lot of people — Mom and me included — so I wanted to ask you, how do I get through this? When does it get easier? When will I stop feeling like half of me is gone? I don’t know how to live without Patrick. I wish I didn’t have to start now. I wish this was all just some horrible nightmare that I’ll wake up from and everything will be back to normal. Me plus Patrick is normal. I don’t know any other way to be. Help me. Help me find my way. Help me to know this is all part of some master plan. I can’t accept Patrick died for nothing. I won’t accept it. Help me. Please, help me.”

I keep my eyes shut and my hands clasped together. I wait. I listen. I look deep inside my soul and hope the answer is there. Memories are there, like the time Patrick and I organized a water balloon war at Bible Summer Camp or when Mom made sure she had every “Bible edition” of popular games so we could still play them without compromising our core beliefs. As we got older, Mom let us explore and question the meaning behind those core beliefs, but we never strayed from them. Faith is a comfort, like a close friend who never leaves you. That’s how I felt about Patrick, too. He was more than a brother. He was my best friend. Sometimes I thought he knew me better than I knew myself.

“How am I ever going to live without you?”

I wait for a sign, but there’s no big revelation or clap of knowingness where the sky opens up and angels sing. There’s no voice telling me everything is going to be all right. There’s just emptiness. When I need His comfort the most, God abandons me.

So I abandon Him.


MOLLY ZENK was born in Minnesota, grew up in Florida, lived briefly in Tennessee and now lives in Colorado. She writes across many fiction genres including young adult, new adult, historical, mystery, romance, and Christian. She is married to a Mathematician who complains about there not being enough “math” in her author bio. They live in Arvada, CO with their three young daughters.

To win one of Molly's prizes, 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)