1. Colleen C.
    March 12, 2016 @ 12:21 pm

    Looking forward to the posts! 🙂

  2. Fiz
    March 12, 2016 @ 12:58 pm

    Let’s get the party started ^_^

  3. Lexee
    March 12, 2016 @ 1:51 pm

    Looking forward to the event

  4. Angela V
    March 12, 2016 @ 4:26 pm

    I look forward to sit back and enjoy the the post in this event 😉

  5. trsparties
    March 12, 2016 @ 5:30 pm

    Thank you all so much!

  6. Kathleen Rowland
    March 13, 2016 @ 5:20 pm

    Here we are at the St Patricks Day Party, courtesy of Claire at TRS! In celebration, I’m giving away a black leather purse tassel from Lulu, flower pen, chocolates, copy of eBook Deadly Alliance, a hot romantic suspense. Do you enjoy DANGER? Suspense incorporates a sense of tension throughout the book with heart-pounding action, adrenaline-inducing chase, edge of your seat thrills, life-threatening situations, and dangerous criminals. These are common elements. ROMANCE. There’s a central love story. Our lovers have to traverse nail-biting adventures before they become acquainted with each other and fall in love. As an author I weave both romance and mystery. May I leave you with a word of caution? No backstory! The biggest error is over-writing and manufacturing emotions. Characters must react in the present, be honest and real. They react to their situation and to each other. Their issues are background. Life is messy. The thrill ride is dangerous, authentic, eye-widening, and passionate.
    If you enjoy these elements, I think you’ll enjoy Deadly Alliance.

  7. ELF
    March 14, 2016 @ 12:27 am

    I am not a big fan of green (unless it is green grass or beautiful green plants) but 3/17 is my hubby’s b-day (yes, I am an ELF with my very own leprechaun, lol) so I am looking forward to the celebration…and glad that I can actually find it, unlike the contest that went with the movie awards!

    • Kathleen Rowland
      March 14, 2016 @ 12:24 pm

      Hello ELF! You are a fan of grass and green plants. I’d say that makes you an elf! Happy birthday to your husband on March 17th.
      Since my book, Deadly Alliance, a romantic suspense, is published in Ireland by Tirgearr Publishing, I’m feeling very Irish these days. Here’s a blurb:
      Finbar Donahue, former Army Ranger, walked on the wild side in Iraq, but now he lives in the shadows. After his evasive partner, Les, was shot in a random drive-by, Finn discovers cash is siphoned monthly. He fights to keep his investment company afloat. When the late partner’s girlfriend, Amy Kintyre, applies for his bookkeeping job, Finn suspects she knows about his company drain and hires her.
      Amy needs a nine-to-five with free evenings and weekends to get her fashion design business back on track. She unearths Les’ s secret bank account and alerts Finn. Freezing of the money laundering account sets off havoc within an Irish gang. Amy witnesses a gang fight between a brutal ISIS fundraising organization and the Irish. Desperate to escape a stalker’s crosshairs, she seeks refuge with Finn. As danger heats up, sparks fly hotter.
      I’m giving away a black leather purse tassel from Lulu, flower pen, chocolates, copy of eBook Deadly Alliance. Interested in winning? Email me at kathleenrowland10@gmail.com

  8. Kathleen Rowland
    March 14, 2016 @ 12:31 pm

    Deadly Alliance is a sizzling hot romantic suspense. Here’s an excerpt. Do you have an icy drink handy?
    She braced against the dresser. “I’m seconds away from begging.”
    He reached through her thighs, just brushing her mound, and she arched in response. He used his fingers to stroke her lips, parted them, and spread her wetness over them. Using control, he was slow to enter. Buried in her sweetness, he thrust into her like a piston.
    She turned her head. “Finn,” she whispered. “Finn.”
    He pulled her skirt-covered hips into his, riding her and loving the way she let herself go. “I can’t get enough of you.”
    She came with a loud moan, and he released into her. As she came down, she laughed. He pulled out of her but wrapped his arms around her and didn’t let go for a long time. He kissed the back of her neck. “We belong to each other tonight.”
    She turned, and the look of ecstasy on her face turned him on more than he ever thought possible. He needed to taste her.
    He knelt, and with his fingers, he spread her pussy wide and touched the tip of his tongue to her clit.
    Her body shook, and her hands were in his hair as she pulled him close. Are you interested in an eBook of Deadly Alliance along with a snazzy black leather purse tassel from Lulu, flower pen, and chocolates? -kathleenrowland10@gmail.com (I don’t want to miss anyone.)

  9. Kathleen Rowland
    March 15, 2016 @ 2:45 pm

    Finn Donahue and Amy Kintyre (hero and heroine in Deadly Alliance) follow the money laundering trail from Lake Arrowhead, California to Malahide Village, Ireland. When they get there, it’s not laugh-sing-celebrate. It’s grim, but doesn’t going through a tough time bring people closer together?

    • ELF
      March 17, 2016 @ 12:20 am

      Certainly sounds like a sizzling story, Kathleen!

      • Kathleen Rowland
        March 17, 2016 @ 2:51 pm

        Hey, Elf! Deadly Alliance is a hot romance but also has mystery/action scenes. Here’s an excerpt from the bar scene with terrorists:
        Finn Donahue’s break at Burlie’s Jazz Club was about to end. Familiar lyrics from the sultry tune floated through his mind long after the saxophonist stopped playing. Hold on like leaves and fall to what is left. Like the song, Autumn Leaves, he spiraled downward, failed to identify the chicken shit stealing his company’s cash. For three damn years, ten percent of the monthly deposits were sucked into a mysterious thief’s cash cow.
        The crowd wandered out. Time for him to return to gloom and doom. He pressed a hand over his throbbing forehead with enough force to leave marks. Had the thief hired a colleague? The colleague was not a car-stealing, knee-smashing, fire-setting knucklehead. His mouth went dry at the fuck’s covert method and zest for cheating him. He’d question his snake of a partner, Les Kelly, if he weren’t already dead.
        Across the room, a female patron gathered her belongings. As her ankle boots tapped toward him, a pair of shapely legs came into view.
        His head snapped up. Amy Kintyre, the late Les’s girlfriend, in the running for his bookkeeping job, spotted him.
        “Finn.” She swerved his way. “What a coincidence!” This chick lacked a pick-me-up line.
        “Hello, Amy.” He didn’t offer her a seat.
        She tilted her head to one side, studying the expression on his face. “Are we still on for nine?” She spoke with an annoying squeak.
        “We are.” He watched her lips form a tight smile as she fumbled with her little purse. Turning away, she headed for the pink-windowed door to the ladies’ room.
        His stomach did a quick, discomforting twist at the thought of working with Les’s former girlfriend. As time went on, karma between the partners slipped. Les held back. Enigmatic people had motive to protect inconsistencies. He assumed Amy hid a few. He sighed and gazed blankly around the club.
        Pendant lights offered a fuzzy softness except for the bar. Behind it, opaque glass shelves were lit with violet light. The warm personality of the owner gave the establishment a comfortable feel. Burlie was closing up. With more oil to burn at his office, he stood to cross the mosaic tile dance floor.
        The front door opened. “Sorry, we’re closed.” Holding a broom, Burlie swept behind the bar.
        Finn stepped closer. Drunken merrymakers, they were not. His heart hammered like it was stuck in overdrive.
        “We offer protection.” Speaking with a Spanish accent, the shortest of the trio dressed like the others, and donned the ISIS-style black ski mask.
        “I have protection.” Burlie’s big mouth nailed his coffin.
        A second thug grabbed the bartender’s hand and pulled out clippers. “You’ll change your mind, one finger at a time.”
        “I just paid the Irish.” Panic burrowed into Burlie’s high-pitched cry. He thrashed his arms as he tried to pull his hand back.
        “Us you pay.” His utterance with the object in the first position identified him as an Arab speaker. Light glinted off shiny metal. The thug pulled a combat knife, grabbed Burlie’s arms, spun him, put the blade to his neck. Finn dialed 911 and then shouted, “Finn Donahue here. Gang trouble. Burlie’s Jazz Club.” To grab their attention even more, he heaved in a breath and released a long whistle. His distraction worked.
        Burlie broke from the hold, and Finn thanked God for the curious.
        “Where are you?” Heavy boots pounded toward him.
        Finn’s phone vibrated, but he killed the call and darted into the first door he saw, the one with the frosted pink window. He spotted Amy at the sink and pointed his index finger up.
        He took off his coat and wrapped it around his fist. After rapping on the glass, he wound up and threw a hard punch through the window. Glass splintered as he connected with the thug’s nose. Prepared to jump aside, he opened the door.
        Amy followed and jumped over the guy spread on the floor, holding a hand over his bleeding nose.
        He struggled to stand. Finn patted him down, took his gun, and pointed it at him. After the guy stood, Finn walked him to a chair. “Don’t move.”
        “I’ll phone the police.” A high-pitched squeal came from the back of her throat. “Never mind. Police are here.”
        From the street, the blue light of a cop car radiated across the club’s interior like a strobe. Uniforms burst through the door.
        The first officer made radio contact with homicide, and the second, much younger, rushed to the nearest thug and pulled out flex-cuffs.
        “Stand over there, Amy.” Finn motioned toward a corner.
        She rolled her eyes and dashed toward Burlie who wrestled with the Arab and tried to keep him from moving toward the young rookie. Amy pulled an item from her purse. A Swiss army knife? Out came a miniature cork screw.
        The rookie cop turned the Arab around to be handcuffed and leaned him against a wall. The thug used the hard surface as leverage to throw himself against him.
        Finn saw it coming. A switchblade sprung from the Arab’s sleeve. In a split second, he drove it into the cop’s shoulder, but Amy stabbed him in the back with the wine opener.
        The Arab spun and pulled a knife from his jeans’ pocket. Amy dodged, but he thrust it into a cop’s gut before running.
        Finn waited for an opening and shot him in the hip.
        Howling about uncivilized barbarians, he dropped.
        Up from his chair, the loser with the broken nose swung his fists, raining blows and a kick to the nuts which Finn deflected.
        “Don’t make me shoot you.” Finn stunned him with a chop to the neck, caught him in a headlock. With a gun at his back, he marched him forward.
        Amy broke into the center of the room and turned around, taking in the menacing scene. The girl-next-door had street smarts, competency with the corkscrew, and fearless determination.
        He walked over and touched her weapon-holding hand. “You didn’t have pocket-knife experience on your resume.” It didn’t make her invincible. Nor did it mean he should hire her.
        She shook her head. “Never used it this way. It’s handy when hiking She looked at her pocket knife, folded and stuffed it in her pocket. Her eyes blinked in frenzy in spite of her bravery.

  10. Tina B
    March 16, 2016 @ 2:06 pm

    ELF, Happy Early Birthday to your hubby!! My sister’s birthday is also on St. Patrick’s Day. 🙂

    Kathleen, This sounds like a great story! HOT excerpt too! ;D

    • Kathleen Rowland
      March 16, 2016 @ 6:31 pm

      Thank you, Tina. Happy Birthday to your sister, Tina, and also to ELF’s husband tomorrow. There are so many Irish among us in the U.S. Five million Irish came here at various times after the potato famine from 1845 – 1850. The English kept them down in Ireland far too long.
      Is anyone making Corned Beef and Cabbage tomorrow? I am, but I bought soda bread from Sprouts Farmers Market.
      Funny thing, I bought a cookbook yesterday entitled, Irish Pub Food, but it was published by Pillsbury in the U.S.!

    • ELF
      March 17, 2016 @ 12:21 am

      Thanks, Tina! Happy birthday to your sister also!

      • Catherine Maguire
        March 17, 2016 @ 12:44 am

        That Irish Pub Food sounds a good book to read on St.Patrick’s Day.

        • Kathleen Rowland
          March 17, 2016 @ 2:45 pm

          Hi Elf, Catherine Maguire! I’m reading up on some Irish Pub recipes. Smoked salmon is an ingredient in scrambled eggs. There’s something else for breakfast that looks appetizing– corned beef hash (potatoes, onions, corned beef) with poached eggs on top. I’d like to try the cod chowder.
          Are you making corned beef and cabbage today? I’ve got mine going in the crock pot.

  11. Catherine Maguire
    March 17, 2016 @ 12:39 am

    Looking forward to the neat posts!

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