I just love writing romantic comedies. They are so much fun. In fact, they were my first love. Destiny Wears Spurs was my first rom com and Project Produce was my second. I wrote them back when romatic comedies and chick lit were hot. But, as usual, I hit the back end of the trend, and the market became saturated with them.
I just love the fact that we live in such new and exciting times. My romances have finally found a home. Destiny Wears Spurs is now available in both kindle and nook. In fact, just last weekend it received over 36,000 downloads and reached number 2 on Amazon's Bestseller List for contemporary romance, right behind Marie Force. Now THAT'S exciting! If you are interested in buying, liking, tagging or sharing Destiny, here are the links: http://tinyurl.com/DestinyWearsSpurs-kindle & http://tinyurl.com/DestinyWearsSpurs-nook Here is a description and short excerpt:
One temperamental Colorado cowboy + one phony ad campaign +
one quirky NY ad exec = one wild Rocky Mountain ride in Destiny Wears Spurs!
Monica Hammond—NY ad exec at Hammond’s Advertising
Agency—will do anything to save her father’s company from her ex-fiancé, but
she never imagines that will involve working beside cowboys on a Colorado dude
ranch. With the boss looking like the centerfold for a Hot Men of the West calendar,
her slogans sound more like an advertisement for a singles' ranch than a family
run operation. While Cody Rafferty—owner of Rafferty’s Remote Ranch—only agrees
to need a phony ad campaign because he owes her father a favor and her crazy
antics are making more work for him than it's worth, but he can't help rooting
for the spunky little spitfire. Falling in lust is one thing, but falling in
love isn’t part of the plan, only sometimes destiny has a mind of its own.
“I’m ready when you are,” Cody said.
“Right,
uh, come play with my toy,” Monica blurted just as he lifted his water jug to
take a swig.
"Huh?”
A spray of water flew out of his mouth, and he gaped at her, choking.
Great.
How was she going to backpedal her way out of this latest disaster? “Um, my boy
toy. Cowboy toy. Toys. Cowboy toys!” She
gestured wildly with her hands, trying to think of something. Anything.
“What
in God’s name are you talking about, woman?” He swiped the dribble from his
chin with the back of his hand, recapping the jug of water.
“Come
play with my cowboy toys here at Rafferty’s Remote Ranch?” She smiled weakly. “Just
brainstorming again.”
“That’s
your slogan?”
“Yeah,
you know, cowboy toys. Saddles, spurs, ropes,” a long sigh slipped past her
lips, and she shivered slightly, “leather, muscles, sweat ....” Oops.
His
mouth hung open and eyes scrunched up in a horrified expression as he
sputtered, “I think you’d better storm someone else’s brain.”
Here is a description and short excerpt:
What does the size of
a man’s Mr. Winkie have to do with his personality? This is the ridiculous
question Callie MacDonald has to answer or risk failing on the path to her new
life.
Callie MacDonald—a small-town woman running from an Internet
pornography scandal—starts her life over in Queens, NY. She enrolls in a
psychology class on sex therapy to try to figure men out, expecting to find
answers through a book, not a final project for her class. Her topic is to
research how the size of a man’s Mr. Winkie affects his personality. With the
help of Bahama Mamas, Mac and Cheese, and salsa music, Callie bolsters the
courage to set Project Produce into motion and try not to make a fool of
herself as she shops for a pickle, a cucumber, and a zucchini. She never
imagines Dylan Cabrizzi—the hunky detective in charge of sex crimes with a
grudge against female shrinks—will make her heart beat in places it has no
business beating. While she’s given up on finding the perfect man, she might
have a use for Hot Britches after all. His tall height and massive feet
indicate he just might be her perfect zucchini.
“Oh, and he said he wanted to speak with you first thing in the morning. Something about standard procedure.”
“Great. Can we get on with this? I need to ask you a few questions.”
“Sure. I have some questions, too.” I led the way into the lobby.
Yes, indeed, it had been one very long day, but it wasn’t over yet. In fact, things were starting to look up. Detective Hot Britches wasn’t a loser after all, not that I had any intention of getting involved with him. He was a man, and in my experience, that was just as bad. Nope, he wasn’t the perfect guy for me. No man was.
But he just might be my perfect zucchini.
The patrol officer arrived on the scene and joined Hot Britches while I
verified with the man on the phone that Detective Dylan Cabrizzi was the real
deal. After I hung up, I poked my head out the door. “Come on in. When I
described you,” I jerked my chin in the Detective’s direction, “your captain
assured me you’re not a criminal.”
The patrol officer
coughed into his fist. “Oh, and he said he wanted to speak with you first thing in the morning. Something about standard procedure.”
“Great. Can we get on with this? I need to ask you a few questions.”
“Sure. I have some questions, too.” I led the way into the lobby.
Yes, indeed, it had been one very long day, but it wasn’t over yet. In fact, things were starting to look up. Detective Hot Britches wasn’t a loser after all, not that I had any intention of getting involved with him. He was a man, and in my experience, that was just as bad. Nope, he wasn’t the perfect guy for me. No man was.
But he just might be my perfect zucchini.
3 comments:
Self Publishing is so exciting. Anyone want to share their stories or ideas for what they want to try on their own?
Love these books, Kari. Congrats on the sales. I wish many more for you.
And you're right about these being exciting times. I'm preparing to self pub the very first book I ever wrote--the one that still remains the book of my heart. Hopefully, some of your success will rub off on me.
Awesome Liz! That's fantastic news. I'm sure it will do great :-)
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