Trouble Won't Wait made the Best of 2012 for USA Today's Happy Ever After list!!!
Yes!
It truly did.
Check it out:
Doing a little Piper pitter-patter-jig thingy right now. :)
Now that's the way to end the year with a bang!
Autumn Piper
Got romance?
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Bonus just for you!
On Monday I mentioned the creepy quandary Mandy was in when a strange man approached her while she was out walking alone on Thanksgiving day. He seemed nice, and was easy on the eyes, but admitted he'd been watching her walk by his house every day. She wasn't sure whether to feel flattered, or freak out.
Today I've got a special bonus, for your eyes only (it's not in Trouble Won't Wait). After their conversation ends and Mandy heads home, Adam gets a surprise visit from Rifle's finest:
Adam watched Mandy until she took a right onto the next street and he couldn’t see her anymore.
Today I've got a special bonus, for your eyes only (it's not in Trouble Won't Wait). After their conversation ends and Mandy heads home, Adam gets a surprise visit from Rifle's finest:
Adam watched Mandy until she took a right onto the next street and he couldn’t see her anymore.
That had gone pretty well. Actually, it had gone great.
Those eyes of hers…he’d almost forgotten to speak at one point when he’d been
looking into them. Things felt better than they had since--in a long time. He
hadn’t come across as a total dork, and Mandy had seemed to like him. She’d
opened up, an unexpected bonus.
He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and headed back
home, whistling. Had almost made it back to his driveway, when a police cruiser
pulled up beside him and stopped. Weird. Maybe he’d keep walking…but the cop
killed the engine and opened his door.
“Stop right there.” No mistaking the command was meant for
him. “Officer Tisdale, Rifle PD.”
He froze in place, and eased his hands out of his pockets.
The cop came around the car and stood in front of him, hands
on his hips. “We got a call about a suspicious male, matching your description,
possibly harassing a female in the area.”
“Call?” Adam looked around. “From who?”
“Don’t you worry about it. A concerned neighbor called in,
said you followed the lone woman into the cemetery, and then when she came out,
you were tailing her home.”
Christ. “I live next to the cemetery. Walked in there,
introduced myself. Last I heard, it’s still legal for a guy to have a friendly
conversation with a woman.” What a bunch of BS. He hadn’t done anything wrong.
In fact, he could probably call one of the company lawyers tomorrow and have
this small-time Fife reprimanded for harassment.
“Don’t get smart. What’d you want from her?”
“Look. She’s cute. Okay? I’ve…noticed her before.” He
scuffed the toe of his Doc in the gravel, then looked back up at the cop. “She
was having a bad day, so I went out to make sure she’s okay.”
“Bad day.” The cop narrowed his eyes. “How would you know,
if you just introduced yourself?”
What a dumbass. “I could tell by the way she was walking.
And her eyes were puffy. She’d been crying.” Some things a guy just knew,
and had to act on. But he wasn’t about to tell Officer Bigshot that.
“Uh-huh. So what was she upset about?”
Adam looked the cop in the eye. “Not my story to tell.”
She’d been pretty determined to keep it quiet until she had time to think
things through.
The cop turned red and shook his head. “So. Your story is,
you saw her walk by, could tell she’d been crying, and went out to check on
her. At which point she confided her problems in you, then you walked her up
the street.”
“Yes.”
“No chance you’ve been stalking her, since you think she’s
cute?”
Stalking? Not exactly. But he’d definitely gone out of his
way to make sure he could see her go by each day. And today, he’d needed
to go meet her, even before he noticed she was upset. Not something he could
share, though. Or he’d end up on some watch-list. He shook his head. “Nope. No
stalking.”
The cop jabbed his finger toward him. “You’re new in town,
arencha?”
“Been here about two months.”
“And you live alone?”
Adam nodded, the lump of misery pressing inside his chest
like something he’d eaten hadn’t done down all the way. Alone. His least
favorite word.
“Name?” The officer pulled notepad from his pocket. “Don’t
suppose you got any ID on ya, so I’m going on your word here.”
He swallowed the lump and took a deep breath. “Adam Kraft.”
Shit. He could only hope the guy didn’t go digging too deep. Some things in his
past needed to stay there.
Tisdale noted his name and looked over at Adam’s house.
“This your address?” At Adam’s nod, he scribbled some more, then snapped the
pad shut and shoved it in his pocket. “Here’s the thing. Any women come up
missing, I’m thinking of you first. Got it?”
He shrugged and nodded. What choice did he have? “Happy
Thanksgiving to you, too, officer.”
His face burned as he walked up his drive. All he’d done was
meet Mandy. After two months. Now this. But it wouldn’t keep him from coming
out to talk to her tomorrow, or the day after. Unless she told him she didn’t
want him to. And then he’d…Christ. He just hoped she wouldn’t.
Trouble Won't Wait hit Amazon yesterday!
Autumn Piper
Got romance?
Twitter: AutumnPiperAuth
autumnpiper.com
Monday, November 5, 2012
Stalk-mantic?
In certain social situations, we expect to meet new people,
make new acquaintances, possibly launch meaningful relationships. In other
situations…notsomuch. In fact, if a “strange” adult approaches a child,
everyone goes on alert. Likewise if an unfamiliar man starts a conversation
with a woman. Sure, if you’re out in a bar or at a party, you might expect men
and women to exchange numbers.
But what if you’re a woman out alone for a walk or jog? And
what if the guy approaches in an isolated spot? That’s what happens to Mandy,
the heroine in Trouble Won’t Wait. She’s out on a walk, alone, and goes
through the cemetery to use the solitude for some soul-searching. This
strange—although incredibly hunky—guy walks straight for her and strikes up a conversation…and
then admits he watches her every day when she runs by his house.
Um. Creepy? Or flattering? She knows her head isn’t on
straight today…too much emotional upheaval. So is that making her more willing
to accept Adam’s attention, or more suspicious of him? After all, he’s just a
guy, and he’s not acting like a stalker. Other than the confession about
eyeballing her from his window. But if he’s really a creep, would he admit to
that? Is she nuts for feeling like the whole thing is kinda romantc?
In the end, gut instinct is all she’s got to go on. She doesn’t lug around mace or a Taser; after all, and she probably couldn’t outrun a buff guy like him…even if she wanted to.
Does her instinct steer her wrong?
Good things may come to those who wait, but trouble waits
for no one…
Cheating is a dealbreaker...or so Mandy’s always thought.
But when she catches her husband getting some “strange,” she realizes how hard
it is to cut and run, or even file papers. She agrees to a month of counseling,
which will give her time to grieve the loss of her marriage before she has to
tell the world—and the kids. Then she meets Adam, who gives her a hunky--if
mysterious--shoulder to cry on, and that thirty-day waiting period seems like
an eternity.
Adam has no problem confessing that he’s watched Mandy from
his window for months as she runs by his house. If he told her why, though,
she’d freak out for sure. He knows they’ve got a future together, if he can
think of a way to explain his past. And he’s sure the rat-bastard who cheated
on her is putting the moves on her again, but he won’t be the revenge guy. The
month-long cooling off period she agreed to is lasting forever, and might just
be indefinite, if trouble keeps getting in their way.
WARNING: Eccentric old lady pushing salt-of-the-earth
advice, bossy big brother, kooky counselor, super-secretive hunk, and perfect
justice served amidst adult situations and language.
It's been a little iffy, whether Trouble Won't Wait would be available for sale today. Hurricane Sandy knocked out power for a week at Lyrical Press headquarters, and only came back on last night. So please be patient, if you buy books for Kindle. It'll be available soon, I promise!
Autumn Piper
Got romance?
Twitter: AutumnPiperAuth
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Balls in the air, and balls to the wall
Okay, before you get too excited, this post is not about testicles. :) Perv.
It's about having a lot going on at once (like, you know, juggling so many balls at one time) and going all-out, full-speed ahead (aka balls to the wall). That second analogy has some interesting history. Most places I researched say it refers to fighter jets, when they slide their joystick/throttle lever into the fully open position, the knob at the top (ball) hits the wall. Clever, eh? And I thought "balls to the wall" meant the G-force kinda, you know... mashed a guy's junk. I feel so enlightened.
I find myself looking up phrases such as this all the time when I'm editing. Sometimes the author misspells a word, or uses a similar-sounding word in the metaphor, and I have to go looking to make sure I have the phrase right. For an interesting time, Google "raising Cain".
In any case, I seemingly have more time than ever to do my job(s) as Quickbookskeeper for hubby's business, editor, executive editor, and writer. But every week is just as busy as the last. That could be due in part to my enormously grown roster (I think I've added about 10 authors since this time last year). Also, I'm trying like heck to edit 2 books per month. Which means in a world where I'm all caught up (aka Imaginaryland), I'm reviewing 2 successful submissions per month, getting 2 authors per month started on their pre-edits, formatting 2, content editing 2, reviewing line edits for 2, building galleys for 2, correcting galleys for 2, and completing the final file formats for 2. Whew! Listing that out makes me tired. LOL
But it's part of my master plan, to be home where I'm more likely to have writing time. Did I write today? Well, a paltry 200 words, but hey. It's something. If I did that every weekday, it'd only take like a year and a half to write a full book, right? ;)
So, well, I went looking for a YouTube clip to embed here. Remember on the old Star Trek when they'd take off at Warp Speed, and crew would be tossed and thrashed around their stations? Yeah, that's what I wanted to embed. LOL But after dinking around for 10 minutes, I got nothin' (even tried for a clip of the Delorian from Back to the Future, but ended up watching some parody trailer for Brokeback to the Future. Not the best use of my time...And now I might have bad dreams about Marty and Doc getting it on). So use the imagination God and Willy Wonka gave you, and picture me slamming around in my office chair in front of my laptop, will ya?
Cause I'm taking this publishing career on... Warp Speed!
Piper Denna
Romance is sexy!
It's about having a lot going on at once (like, you know, juggling so many balls at one time) and going all-out, full-speed ahead (aka balls to the wall). That second analogy has some interesting history. Most places I researched say it refers to fighter jets, when they slide their joystick/throttle lever into the fully open position, the knob at the top (ball) hits the wall. Clever, eh? And I thought "balls to the wall" meant the G-force kinda, you know... mashed a guy's junk. I feel so enlightened.
I find myself looking up phrases such as this all the time when I'm editing. Sometimes the author misspells a word, or uses a similar-sounding word in the metaphor, and I have to go looking to make sure I have the phrase right. For an interesting time, Google "raising Cain".
In any case, I seemingly have more time than ever to do my job(s) as Quickbookskeeper for hubby's business, editor, executive editor, and writer. But every week is just as busy as the last. That could be due in part to my enormously grown roster (I think I've added about 10 authors since this time last year). Also, I'm trying like heck to edit 2 books per month. Which means in a world where I'm all caught up (aka Imaginaryland), I'm reviewing 2 successful submissions per month, getting 2 authors per month started on their pre-edits, formatting 2, content editing 2, reviewing line edits for 2, building galleys for 2, correcting galleys for 2, and completing the final file formats for 2. Whew! Listing that out makes me tired. LOL
But it's part of my master plan, to be home where I'm more likely to have writing time. Did I write today? Well, a paltry 200 words, but hey. It's something. If I did that every weekday, it'd only take like a year and a half to write a full book, right? ;)
So, well, I went looking for a YouTube clip to embed here. Remember on the old Star Trek when they'd take off at Warp Speed, and crew would be tossed and thrashed around their stations? Yeah, that's what I wanted to embed. LOL But after dinking around for 10 minutes, I got nothin' (even tried for a clip of the Delorian from Back to the Future, but ended up watching some parody trailer for Brokeback to the Future. Not the best use of my time...And now I might have bad dreams about Marty and Doc getting it on). So use the imagination God and Willy Wonka gave you, and picture me slamming around in my office chair in front of my laptop, will ya?
Cause I'm taking this publishing career on... Warp Speed!
Piper Denna
Romance is sexy!
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Tubesday
In honor of a most lovely country tune I used for my Tune Trivia today on Facebook, I had to share an (almost) equally famous rendition of Tammy Wynette's classic:
Have a great Tuesday.
Piper Denna
Romance is sexy!
Have a great Tuesday.
Piper Denna
Romance is sexy!
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