Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Diplomat's Daughter is out in the world

Book 1 of The Protectors Series is now on sale at Sweet Cravings Publishing.  For all you Kindle lovers I will post the link as soon as it comes up.

For a chance to win a free pdf copy of the book.  Please leave a comment and tell me your favourite secret agent and why?

Don't forget to include your email address for your prize.

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Good News! - Carolyn Wren Signs the Protector Series!

The girls here at TRM are happy to annouce that Carolyn Wren has signed her seven book series, The Protectors Series, with Secret Cravings Publishing!
We are all estatic and very proud of our dear friend and motivational coach :)
Carolyn's debut, Diplomat's Daughter is now on pre-order on the Sweet Carvings website, so don't waste another minute and head on over to grab yourself a copy!

You can watch the book trailer for Diplomat's Daughter here:

The rest of the series will be released over the next twelve months as follows:

Feb 2013 Book 2, The Scientist. Simon Winters, the charismatic agent known for his love of danger is given the task of protecting scientist Elizabeth Barrett while she completes her research. What seems like a straightforward mission turns deadly when it seems someone wants her and her research dead.

April 2013 Book 3, The Actress. Bryce Black, the technical wizard of the Protectors agency does not normally do personal protection assignments but he falls for Katrina, the famous television actress under his care, and when she is kidnapped by an obsessed fan, does everything in his power to find her.

June 2013 and later in print,Book 4, The Hostage. She is known only as Omega, and when businessman James Northam is rescued from a desert terrorist compound by this enigmatic and secretive agent he is determined to track her down and thank her. But someone else wants to find her too, for much more sinister reasons.

August 2013 Book 5, Widowers Child. Jane Preston is new to the Protectors agency. Her first assignment is a recommendation from Meg, formally known as Omega to watch over the five year old child of wealthy Paul Foster after a kidnap attempt. Jane begins to suspect there is more to this story and that Paul is keeping secrets from them all.

October 2013 Book 6, Undercover Agent. Lucien St John has been working undercover for over 2 years as finance officer to corrupt Russian businessman Karl Cheknov. In order to finally penetrate Karl’s private empire Lucien needs a fiancĂ© and the only person available is retired agent Jade, now working as a personal assistant for the head of the Protectors agency. When the assignment turns dangerous these two vastly different people must overcome their aversion to each other and work as a team.

Dec 2013 Book 7, Secret Family. Peter Sinclair needs to find Amity Blake who has posted a picture online of someone she believes to be her long lost father. The picture is of deceased agent Cal Davies, a man with many enemies. Peter must protect her then send her on her way to begin a new life before someone tracks her down and takes their revenge on Cal’s only living bloodline.

Congrats Carolyn!
From the rest of TRM girls.

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Another Finalist In Our Midst!

TRM is happy to announce that one of our own, Jennie Jones, has finalled in the Rebecca competition (Land of Enchantment Authors, RWA) at third place in the Contemporary section for her novel The House on Burra Burra Lane. 


Jennie is one happy writer and we are one happy team.
Congrats Jennie!

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

The Storm By Whitney K-E

The Storm

By Whitney K-E

Looking out the window, Sarah bit her lips as she took in the turbulent scene outside. It had been raining non-stop for a week now, the patter of rain on the tin roof that sheltered her head getting heavier, louder with every day that passed. At first she’d been relieved; the sound of rain sweet promising lush green pastures and an end to the drought that had plagued her homeland over the last few months. Yet, when the rain had not let up, the sky continuing to darken as the wind battered the small cottage she lived in, her worry intensified. The flash flood warnings had finally been sent out and her brother, Dan and husband, Andrew had set out to muster the steers that grazed on the river flats, leaving her here to wait and wonder.

Walking over to the fireplace, she crouched down in front of it. Harley, one of the working dogs, laid down beside her, huffing as he settled his head atop his big paws.

‘I know,’ she said, scratching the dog behind the ears. ‘I miss him too.’

The dog’s ears pricked and suddenly, he was bolting for the door, barking as he went. Rushing to the window, Sarah peered out, searching for two riders. It was hard to see through the rain but finally she spotted a lone rider. Fear sunk its teeth into her. As the rider near, her anxiety increased when another did not appear. Turning, she raced to the door, flinging it open just as the rider pulled up and swung down from the horse that danced beneath him. Leading the horse behind him, the man stepped into the light. Filled with both relief and worry, she ran toward her brother, latching onto his arm, her heart racing in her chest.

‘Where’s Andrew?’

Monday, 15 October 2012

October writing challenge - Spa
A Hens Night in Iceland
©Jennie Jones 2012

Lizzie sank into the lava heated spa, her muscles relaxing as the seawater caressed her body. Heaven. The night sky was a cyclorama of spilt ink. The lagoon a blanket of hazy blue. White clouds of steam billowed like freshly plumped pillows, but it was the brilliance of the midnight sun that captured her heart. It hadn’t left the June sky. It hadn’t said, Goodnight northern hemisphere, hello Mr. Moon. It had stayed. A shimmering ball of diamonds hanging in the Icelandic night.
            ‘Come on, Lizzie,’ Cassandra called. ‘It’s even hotter out here.’
             ‘I’m gearing up to it.’
            ‘Scaredy-cat,’ Susan said from even further out in the lagoon.
             ‘I miss Daniel,’ Lizzie murmured before she could stop herself. A whistle-stop trip to Iceland to celebrate her hens night with her two best friends. They’d been exfoliated, massaged and manicured, and now they were soaking up the minerals of the Blue Lagoon. ‘Sorry to be pathetic, but I do.’ Impossibly silly to miss the man she was going to marry in three days when she’d only been gone from his side for seven hours. Since he’d kissed her goodbye at the airport and wished her a wonderful time, telling her, with a lowering of his brow, that if she didn’t return to London on the morning flight, he’d be coming to find her.
            ‘Okay,’ Susan said on a drawn out sigh. ‘It’s time.’
            ‘Time for what?’ Lizzie asked.
            Her friends waded towards her, their grinning faces heat flushed and a bit too excitable for her liking. ‘What are you two up to?’
            They each took an arm and frog-marched her through the water towards the walkway. ‘Out you get.’ Susan pointed to a small cabin at the end of the barrack-like building that banked the lagoon. ‘Through that door is the finale.’
            Lizzie drew her eyebrows together, shivering as she left the warmth of the water. If they’d planned something tacky, like a man wearing hardly anything as he gyrated his hips to some hip-hop song, she’d skin them alive. ‘I explicitly said no funny business.’
            ‘Hey,’ Cassandra said. ‘We sat patiently while you tried on seventeen wedding dresses. Would we do something trashy at this stage?’
            ‘Now I really don’t trust you.’
            ‘We just know something you don’t,’ Susan said as she pushed through the water, an arm around Cassandra’s shoulders. ‘Enjoy. Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine without you.’  
            ‘Aren’t you coming too?’
            ‘Not for this. This one is all yours.’
            Lizzie glanced at the cabin as she picked up her towel and wrapped it around her body. A lamp was lit above the door. Diamond speckles of night sun spotted the roof but otherwise she faced a darkened, misty walkway leading to something she wasn’t going to like.
            She straightened her shoulders and headed for the cabin.
            ‘Hello,’ she called as she pushed the door open and stepped inside. ‘Is anyone here?’
            A shadow flickered in the darkness. Her gaze darted to the corner, her heartbeat stuttering like a firecracker let off too soon.
            The shadow spread to encompass the low ceiling as someone stood. ‘Didn’t think I’d let you spend a whole night without me, did you?’       
            Lizzie gasped, her skin prickling. ‘Daniel?’
            He walked out of the shadows with the tower-of-strength ease she’d been dreaming of all day. ‘Who else were you expecting?’
            ‘You followed me.’
            ‘I don’t trust those friends of yours.’ He raised his brow. ‘I hope you haven’t been dancing on another man’s lap any time in the last seven hours.’
            She grabbed him, wound her arms around him. ‘I couldn’t stop thinking about you.’
            He pulled her in tight, kissed the top of her head. ‘I missed you the moment you walked through the departure gate so I got on the next flight.’
            ‘Silly to miss me,’ she told him, looking up at his smiling face. ‘In three days you’ll be stuck with me every night for the rest of your life.’
            He bent to her. ‘Elizabeth, that’s three nights too long.’

Monday, 8 October 2012

Thank you to everyone who participated in the Secret Cravings Publishing Blog Hop.

TRM is pleased to annnounce the two winners of a $5 Secret Cravings Publishing book voucher are.

Ann Q and Eva's Flowers

We will be in contact soon and hope you enjoy spending your voucher.

Keep tuning in to our blog for future contests and giveaways.


Saturday, 6 October 2012

Secret Cravings Publishing are having a blog hop to identify the location of their authors around the world.
Read the following clues and try to find out where Carolyn Wren lives.
One lucky commenter will snag themselves a book voucher
I have temporarily deleted my location from my bio, so no cheating!

My country has sun sea and sand and a Matilda who Waltzes.
My state is not to the east and is larger than Texas.
My city was named the City Of Light by Astronaut John Glenn.

Check out the website and the blog to find other authors and locate them for more prize chances.