Cover Reveal – Foolish Bride

Today I have a cover reveal from fellow Romance Writers Weekly author A. S. Fenichel:

Foolish Bride

 

 

 

Title: Foolish Bride
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Series: The Forever Brides
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By A.S. Fenichel
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Genre: Historical Romance
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Release Date : 3/28/2017
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Publisher : Kensington Books
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ASIN: B01HWKOF1K
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ISBN: 9781601839657
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Blurb

Sadly ever after. . . unless some dreams really do come true?
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Elinor Burkenstock never believed in fairy tales. Sure, she’s always been a fool for love—what woman isn’t? But Elinor knows the difference between fiction and truth. Daydreams and reality. True love and false promises. . . . Until the unthinkable happens, and Elinor’s engagement is suddenly terminated and no one, least of all her fiancé, will tell her why.
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Sir Michael Rollins’s war-hero days seem far behind him when, after onelast hurrah before his wedding, he gets shot and his injuries leave him in dire shape. He wants nothing more than to marry Elinor, the woman of his wildest dreams. But Elinor’s father forbids it . . . and soon Michael is faced with a desperate choice: Spare Elinor a life with a broken man or risk everything to win her heart—until death do they part?

About the Author:

A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas andA1 Headshot asf pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.

A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.

Look for her on the Historical or Paranormal Romance shelves. A.S. is the author of The Demon Hunters series, The End of Days Trilogy, Wishing Game, and more. A.S. will be bringing you her brand of edgy romance for years to come.

Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden. Her babies are both rescues and include; a demanding dog and a temperamental cat, both bring constant joy and laughter.

A.S. loves connecting with readers. Here’s where you can find her.

Web Site- http://asfenichel.com/

Blog – http://asfenichel.com/blog/

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/A.S.Fenichel

Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5154640.A_S_Fenichel

Twitter – https://twitter.com/asfenichel

Google +1 – https://plus.google.com/113195747154467378107/posts

 

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We’d Love to hear what you think of this new cover. A.S. Will be checking in and responding to any comments.

Romance Weekly – My Life as a novel?

love-write-chat

Welcome to the Romance Writers Weekly Blog Hop.

The Romance Writers Weekly crew is a group of romance writers who hang out on our Facebook Page, and do a weekly blog hop to answer questions about our writing and face writing challenges.

If you’ve just hopped over from Brenda Margriet’s blog post, welcome.

Mountain Fire

 

If you’re starting your blog hop here, feel free to jump back and see what Brenda had to say. Also check out her hot novel, Mountain Fire.

Be sure to check out Victoria's Ida and the Nor'easter.

 

Today’s topic comes from Victoria Barbour – If your life was a romance novel, what subgenre would it be, and why would your hero be amazing? Also, what would you call it? Can you write a blurb for it?

 

I have such an unfair advantage this week I (almost) feel guilty, because that book is already in progress.

The subgenre would be erotic romance of course, it’s what I was created for. My hero is amazing because he’s me.

[Note from Amy: Do not feed the ego! Come on Marc, tell them about me.]

Of course love. ♥

girl across the hall

If you’ve read That Girl Across The Hall then you know a little about my girl, my heroine, and how we met. Our story has had its share of ups and downs. The first part is chronicled here on my blog, but also in my blog compilation A Man in the Shadows.

A Man in the shadows - season 1 - Half Cover

I suppose the actual book would be entitled something like just: In the Shadows.

I will probably have Amy co-author it with me, as it’s her story too.

But we have a ways to go to get to our ‘happy ever after’ so it will be a while before this sees print. And who knows, maybe it’s not Amy I end up with.

[Amy: He’s a jerk sometimes, but a lovable one.]

In any case, continue your Romance Writers Weekly blog hop over at Dani Jace’s blog: http://www.danijace.com

And for a great escape from the winter blues, check out her wonderful Sun and Sin:

Sun and Sin

The people watching the people watching me.

It all seemed a little too convenient, I know. Someone like Sarah showing up at the 4th of July fireworks, looking for me. Okay, I was horny and not thinking very clearly. That Psylon hunger thing Dr. Paul told me about, is very real.

Sexy woman with champagne over fireworks background
Anyway, I remember some of the Psylons I’d met on my visit to their hidden base telling me about mind shields. At the time, I had to just take their word that such things existed. But now I’ve encountered one, and know exactly how they feel. So I’m starting to wonder if she specifically targeted me?

 
sexy coupleI may not be able to read her mind, but there are other minds around that are like open books. Take Heather and Jim. That young couple I told you about that lives just a few doors down from me. They’re starting to notice strange people hanging around. Businessmen People who don’t live in the apartment building, but seem to always be wondering through.

 

Something is definitely going on. I’ve even picked Sarah’s face from the minds of many of my neighbors. I think she’s been spying on me.

 

It’s something I’m going to have to investigate further.

Puppet Dreams!

Okay, maybe it’s because I’m stuck in the hospital right now with nothing to do but surf the internet on my laptop, but I think this is hilarious. I know, I should be writing, but I just watched the whole series, and it’s great:

Here’s a link to the whole series: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8H1tG7DIwzc&list=PLl4T6p7km9dbx0o8J35KjWAwaiEo5tV7G

Kevin

Okay, yesterday sucked. I got next to nothing done, and it looks like I’m not getting anything done today. In any case, it’s going to take me a few more days to get my story out there. But it’s really not my fault.

The evening before, Amy and I had one of those nights. She came over and we talked and shared a bottle of wine. I guess she’s made some good connections and her modeling career is starting to take off. She was in a pretty good mood.

We’re still on a no-strings-attached basis and honestly, she made the first moves, but with a girl this good looking, it doesn’t take much to get my engine revving. She taught me a few moves that I will definitely be using in future stories. She stayed the night, and yesterday morning was just as fantastic.

(Note to self: Buy more condoms)

Anyway, she left about eleven, to get ready for an afternoon shoot, and I settled down in front of my computer to get some work done.

It wasn’t a half hour later, a loud thumping on her door across the hall disturbed my writing.

“Amy, I know you’re in there babe. Open up.” The thick, masculine voice was just slightly slurred. Someone had been drinking before noon, and it wasn’t me.

“Go away, Kevin. Leave me alone.” Amy’s voice was strained. I wondered if this wasn’t the jerk that had hurt her.

“Open up Babe. I just wanna talk.” He pounded once again.

I stood and went to my front door to look through the peephole.

“No you don’t. You’ve been drinking. I can hear it in your voice. Go away!” There was a hint of fear in Amy’s voice.

The guy was big. Broad shoulders and a husky build. I couldn’t see his face, but his dishwater blond hair hung down to the middle of his back. He wore a leather jacket and black jeans.

“Do you want me to break this door down?” The guy shook his fist at the door, and started to size it up. It looked like he was getting ready to hit it with his shoulder.

“Go away, Kevin, or I’m calling the police. I mean it.”

I’d had enough. I yanked open my door to confront him.

“Hey! The lady said, go away!”

He turned toward me and I was a bit taken aback. This guy was classic, romance-cover, beefcake pumped. He wasn‘t wearing a shirt under the leather jacket, and I have to tell you, he was ripped. I’m no slouch, but this guy had to work out for a living. His dark eyes glowered as he spun to face me, and he bared a perfect set of ivory-white teeth as he growled at me. With his long hair, the guy had the whole Fabio thing going for him, and I guessed he was a model, like Amy.

Quite frankly, if I hadn’t hated his guts at that moment, I would have asked him to pose for a cover of a book. Hell, I’d write the story around him, it would probably sell like crazy with him on the cover.

“Stay out of this, idiot, or someone is gonna get hurt.”

Well, he was right about that, but I wasn’t backing down. I folded my arms and stood my ground. “You leaving, or what?”

He started to throw a punch, but I ducked under it, tackling him around the waist and taking him to the hallway floor. He thumped me a couple of times on the back, and rung my bell once with a good shot to my left ear, but I stayed in close, so he couldn’t use the advantage of his larger size and longer reach.

We scuffled for a while, I don’t really know how long. When you’re in the middle of something like that, time kind of suspends. Suddenly some big hands are pulling me off him.

“Break it up!” The hallway is full of uniforms.

I raise my hands and back away, but Kevin takes another poke at me. The cops wrestle him to the ground and cuff him.

Anyway, we spend most of the rest of the day down at the police station. They get my statement and release me, but I stay because Amy looks like hell. There’re cops and lawyers taking to her, something about a restraining order, and I can tell she needs a friend. I put my arm around her and she snuggles in. “I’m so sorry.”

I give her a hug. “I’m just glad I was there.”

Well, by the time we get back to my place, we definitely need more wine. She opens up about this guy, and basically he’s just a jerk. He’d been playing with her affections, cheating on her, and just overall treating her badly. When she broke it off, he went a bit ballistic. It’s no wonder Amy’s not looking for another relationship right now.

She stayed the night, but nothing really happened. It’s not the type of event that leads to epic sex. Still, we snuggled all night, and that feels pretty good sometimes, too.

She just left, and I don’t really feel like working today, so I figure I’ll just update my blog. I’m a little sore, and have some wonderful purpling bruises. It’s a good day to curl up with a good book, and a bottle of wine.

Kiss and Sell

I’m not a bastard. At least, I don’t think I am. I love and respect women. Someday I want the whole package – love, fidelity, and companionship on a level I can’t imagine right now. I’m not sure I know what a relationship is all about, but I do know, at least for me, sex will be a big part of it.

I’m an erotica writer. Sex is what I write about. They say you should “write what you know” so I have to know about sex – all kinds of sex. Sex is research, but it’s also a hell of a lot of fun. Now I don’t plan to kiss and tell but, if I’m going to make it in this business, I do need to ‘Kiss and Sell’ – use my sexual experiences as inspiration for my writing.

I’d be lying if I told you I ventured across the hall last night looking for anything other than sex. I’d been thinking about the woman ever since my encounter with her earlier. I was hard most of the day, and when eight o’clock finally rolled around I was so aroused I could hardly think. I’d heard her door open and close about a half hour earlier, so I knew she was home.

Kiss and Sell

I knocked on her door and she greeted me wearing next to nothing. The little thigh-length robe was transparent, and wouldn’t have hid anything anyway, even if it wasn’t hanging open. Her lithe body was encased in only a skimpy bra and panties. Her black high heels brought her up to my eye level, and my eyes liked what they saw.

She pulled me into her apartment, and into her arms. “I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon.”

What happened next you can only imagine…or, you won’t have to. I’ll be writing the story and publishing it soon. Look for it.