CHECK OUT THE CHRISTMAS ROMANCE NOVEL EXTRAVAGANZA!
Hi Stephanie Queen and all you fabulous readers out there *waves* Happy Valentine Day! Thank you so much for having me on this special holiday! My romantic suspense, Maximum Risk (Book #1, Wolff Securities) is on sale for .99 for a limited time only so I hope you’ll go pick up your copy now! You can buy it HERE on Amazon.
As a special treat, Quinn and Avery have agreed to do a character interview for you today! Yes, it took some doing, considering it’s Valentine Day, but I managed to get them to answer a few questions for me. So, without further ado, here are the hero and heroine of Maximum Risk, Quinn Wolff and Avery Marks!
How did you first meet your writer?
Quinn: When she decided to pull me on a rescue mission in the Middle East.
Avery: I was the rescue mission.
Did you ever think that your life would end up being in a book?
Quinn: Hell, no. I run a private security firm, our business shouldn’t be in a book.
Avery: I’ve been written about in brochures and magazines with my charity work, but never a book.
Did you have a hard time convincing your author to write any particular scenes for you?
Quinn: More like she convinced us. I’m still not happy with what you did, Jennifer.
Jennifer: I know, and I’m sorry, but I had to go where the story took me.
Avery: *sadly* I don’t like that part of the story. Let’s just move on.
Are you happy with the genre your writer has placed you in?
Avery: That’s a loaded question. Romantic Suspense is great and all, but it means hell for Jen’s characters. I like the romance, not so much the suspense. Too nerve-wracking.
Quinn: I prefer to keep my wife out of the suspense part.
If you could rewrite anything in your book, what would it be?
Jennifer: I can’t let them answer that because it will give away the book. They don’t like to talk about it anyway.
Do you like the way the book ended?
Avery: Despite what we had to go through to get there, yes. *laces her fingers through Quinn’s*
What do you do for a living?
Avery: You already know Quinn runs a private sector security firm. I’m founder of Books for Change. A non-profit organization that helps teach women and girls to read in deprived areas of the world.
What are you proudest of?
Quinn: My family.
*Avery nods, squeezing his hand*
What do you like most about where you live?
Avery: Quinn’s family lives on a private lake in Michigan. It’s the most peaceful place I’ve ever been. I love it there. Although it took some time to get used to not having the city outside my window.
What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy Sunday?
Quinn smiles: Mom cooks a big family dinner and afterwards we play our traditional football game.
Avery: Translated into five alpha male brothers kicking the crap out of each other *she smiles*
If you knew a zombie apocalypse was coming in one week, what would you do?
Avery: I have the Wolff brothers surrounding me. I would have no worries. Not that I believe in zombies.
I hope you enjoyed talking with Quinn and Avery! Thank you for stopping by!
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Lowery is a romantic at heart. She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance.
She debuted her first book in 2012 which made her dreams of being a writer come true, followed with her SEAL Team Alpha series and loves her job as much today as she did then. She is delighted to bring you stories from the heart and hopes you enjoy them as much as she did writing them.
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Thank you for having me today, Stephanie Queen!! I just want to send out a big THANK YOU to all my readers out there! Without you I wouldn’t be here. My wish is to one day meet each and every one of you so I can personally thank you for your generosity and support!
All my best,
I love the Christmas season and wanted to write a special note to spread my cheer and appreciation and especially to share my
crazy merry traditions. Whatever your denomination or beliefs, this is truly a season for giving, generosity and good cheer.
If you were in the neighborhood, I’d invite you into my home because I have it all decked out for the season. I go all out with the “Deck the Halls” call to action. (I also don’t do too badly with being jolly and making merry either.)
In fact my halls are so decked that my house looks like a department store the day after Halloween. (Myren, my chauffeur, just rolled his eyes.) I’m also really into Christmas music, playing everything from Bing Crosby’s White Christmas to Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker. It’s constantly playing in the background. (Myren is making a distasteful face right now.) I think the music helps set a festive mood.
Another of my traditions is to
go overboard do lots of cooking and baking. I have this special holiday party mix that’s to die for. You can get the recipe here. I bring it everywhere I go to share the calories tasty treat.
Who doesn’t watch
corny old Christmas movies like It’s a Wonderful Life with Jimmy Stewart and the original cartoon version of How The Grinch Stole Christmas?
What’s your favorite Christmas or Holiday movie? My kids love Home Alone, but my favorite newer (non-black & white) Christmas classic is The Santa Clause. Tim Allen cracks me up when he suddenly gets a big belly (I can relate to this–see the part above where I cook
too much a lot.)
And of course, no Christmas season would be complete without reading our favorite stories old and new. I read Twas the Night Before Christmas every Christmas Eve. The kids used to listen raptly. Now I make Myren listen while he rolls his eyes. Seriously, I love the book and everyone listens.
Please share your Christmas or Holiday traditions with me in the comments!
Merry Christmas, peace & love,
It’s not Christmas yet, but let’s warm up to the holiday and get in the mood with this gorgeous set of memorable stories by seven accomplished bestselling authors.
The seven authors include Mimi Barbour, Patricia Rosemoor, Joan Reeves, Tamara Ferguson, Alicia Street, Ev Bishop and yours truly, Stephanie Queen.
The stories range from sweet to spicy with settings all over the map. The one thread they have in common is that each story is about a particularly memorable romantic Christmas.
To really help you get into the spirit of the holidays, how about a video with Christmas music?
This heartwarming Christmas story takes place in Waikiki, Honolulu; a magical city where anything is believable. Because Angels really do love romance, Leilani is about to find out just how they scheme to make fantasies happen for those in their care.
Passed out after the Westbrook Department Store Christmas party, window designer Shelby Corbin wakens only to trip over Santa, the store’s co-owner and Shelby’s boss. CEO Rand McNabb sees a dark-haired woman wearing a crimson party dress fleeing the scene. His romantic attentions both thrill Shelby and frighten her. Is the sexy CEO really helping her search for the truth about that fatal night, or does Rand have another reason for courting her?
Darcy Benton is the oldest cliché in the world: a woman in love with her boss. Too bad she’s not even a blip on his radar. That’s about to change thanks to her scheming BFF, a couple of little white lies, and a wish on a Christmas star. Uh oh! She should have remembered that old advice:“ Be careful what you wish for!”
When Josh Loughlin, a blind wounded warrior, returns to his hometown of Crystal Rock, Wisconsin at Christmastime for his rehab, nurse Nina Chandler helps him confront the demons from his abusive past. But does an attempt on his life mean that his tarnished past has finally caught up with him?
Star-crossed sweethearts get a second chance, but will the magic of Christmas be enough to rekindle their love despite the secrets of the past?
When chance throws Sophie and Jesse together at River’s Sigh B & B this New Year’s, they’ll each have to face their worst fears: their unacknowledged yearnings for love that lasts. Can love tempt them to commit? Maybe. If they’re brave enough . . .
Margo never expected to see George the third ever again. So when he showed up leaning against the doorjamb of her tiny apartment, surprise barely covered how she felt. Her life had changed in the three years since they’d parted ways, but had her heart stayed the same? More importantly, had George changed? Will a surprise at Christmas renew an old flame–Or extinguish it forever?
Every year I make my Stephanie Queen’s Royal Munch Mix. Beginning at Thanksgiving time and spreading, gaining steam and intensity through to New Years Day, the house fills with an irresistible aroma. Pans, mixing bowls, measuring spoons, empty boxes and bottles of spice cover the counters.
On Thanksgiving day I serve the special treat for the first time. Then at every holiday get-together thereafter, whenever I host or wherever I go to celebrate the holiday season I bring it with me to expectant open arms and mouths.
At Christmas, I box it up fancy and give it to my favorite people who love it most and to those who already have everything money can buy. On New Year’s Day as all my favorite people relax and contemplate the future, they savor the last bits to fortify themselves for the year ahead.
As traditions are wont to do, I’ve created an expectation. I MUST come through every year without fail or disappoint. Feeling like Santa Clause-ette, I now must bring my bowls and boxes of Royal Munch Mix to eagerly waiting eaters of holiday treats.
But part of the specialness of this tradition comes from the absence of this treat all year long. It can’t be helped. There is a cost to the enjoyment of this rich holiday mix and continued indulgence would take a toll.
So I must post this WARNING: It’s a decadent treat that would likely cause premature heart failure if consumed on a regular basis since one of the main ingredients is BUTTER, and SALT follows closely behind.
Like many rare, forbidden pleasures …
For any of you out there in Authors Billboard Blog-land who would do anything to create a following of love-slaves, I have the perfect recipe for you. Eyes will light up even as hearts pound on with determination and pleasure (in spite of the butter-induced challenge), once they take one taste.
As long as you swear to prepare this dangerously delicious treat only once a year, I’ll share my recipe with you.
The Secret Sauce:
So there I was with my annoying cranky old benevolent and faithful chauffeur, at 6:08 am ready to get into the car and take off on our misshapen exciting shopping adventure. It was Black Friday and we were armed ready with a big heavy bag full of money ready to shove people out of the way with buy all kinds of treats for the local church holiday party for area foster children.
There were many, many problems was only one problem: We were late. The doors to my favorite discount junk store were opened at 6am and I feared we were missing the best bargains.
I flung the door open after waiting for Myren, my Scroogey unreliable wonderful chauffeur to open it to no avail because he was too busy drinking his coffee and looking for the keys because he was too old not used to getting up this early. I wasn’t used to getting up this early either. But I solved that problem by not going to bed at all.
That’s right—I’d been up all night on the super-caffeinated high of triple extra-shot dark French roast espresso with double sugar. I kept busy making my list and checking it twice, three, four, five times, crossing things out and adding them and scribbling something totally unreadable until I had no idea what was on it.
Now I was ready go crash the store and wing it.
Myren finally found the keys and got the car started and I shouted, “On Dasher!”
He didn’t respond by stomping on the gas and screeching the tires as I had imagined. Instead he glanced at me in the rear view mirror with a look that said something unpleasant I figured meant his coffee hadn’t kicked in yet. Maybe he forgot to put the shot of whiskey espresso in it.
I’d like to say Myren made up for his slow start with a quick tire-screeching stop, but my newly acquired whiplash prevents me.
And what to my wondering eyes did appear, but a big glass door with no line of shoppers blocking my entry. So I dashed inside and hoped felt confident that Myren was right behind me. His mission was to lift and haul the massive loads of crazy stuff beautiful thoughtful gifts that I purchased.
Seriously, I was in the zone. I didn’t even notice all the other shoppers around me as I zeroed in on my prey the most wonderful bargains. I shopped and shopped and filled carriage after carriage feeling more and more like Santa in my frenzy to find every possible gift a child of any shape and size might even dream of in their wildest imagination. At the end of my exhausting marathon of mad shopping, with my big bag of cash lightened to the point of emptiness, I barely made it back to the car where Myren helped dragged me inside an I collapsed across the seat, catching my breath and wiping my brow.
I don’t know if it was the post-caffeine frenzy crash or the satisfaction of a shopping spree well done or the fact that I plugged my ears to tune out Myren’s lecture on over-spending and materialism, but I lapsed into a deep, much-needed sleep.
I suppose it could have been because I hadn’t slept the night before.
Whatever it was, however it happened, later that night I found myself in bed and happy with the post-successful-bargain-shopping-spree high, doubly pleased because I’ d competed with the Black Friday crowd and won. It didn’t get any better than that.
At least not until witnessing the delight in all the kids eyes when they saw the mountain of gifts under the local church tree and they opened their presents. And then the extra light in their eyes when they realized someone was generous and giving and cared about them as Myren Santa said his “Ho, ho, ho Merry Christmas to All and to All a Good Night.”
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