I’m excited to take part in the cover reveal event for author Sheri Williams!
Memory of the Hunt is the second in my loose trilogy of literary retellings.
It re-releases on June 30th with my new publisher Indomitable Ink.
The cover reveal for my new, gorgeous cover by Rue Volley, is Friday June 25th.
Cover is below, but I will also send it separately in case you need it.
On a spring morning in 2018, Mari takes a jog in a New York park only to wake in a wooded glade straight out of a kids movie. As a children’s author, her imagination knows no bounds, but this is beyond even her wildest dreams. Scared yet curious, she tries to find help and encounters a strange man who offers assistance. His help is appreciated— being told that she’s in Germany and the year is 1810, is not. She didn’t ask for adventure when she woke up that morning, but an adventure is what she gets. Meeting Will, The Huntsman, yes that Huntsman, sets her on a journey of self-discovery generously dosed with magic, romance and a long-lost family.
For more info, give Sheri a follow on Amazon or check her out on Twitter! And make sure to add this one to your to-be-read list.
Friends, I have freebie news for you! My publisher, Totally Bound Publishing, has agreed to republish a short story that I used to have available in an anthology with another publisher. The story is called “Al Dente,” and it is available for free exclusively at Totally Bound’s site. You can find it here: https://www.totallybound.com/book/al-dente-free-read
Please note: the plot itself hasn’t changed, although I made one or two small updates to the material because the original story was written a few years ago. So, if you previously purchased “Al Dente” as part of the Craving One Night anthology, there is no need to download the new version. However, if you haven’t read my work before, this is a great way to get acquainted with my writing! What’s the story about? It’s a one-night-stand romance, featuring a food blogger and a famous Italian TV chef.
When Lily enters a contest to win a private couple’s cooking class with a famed Italian chef, she has no idea her boyfriend is about to become her ex-boyfriend. Upon winning the contest, Lily decides to attend on her own. After all, an evening with sexy Chef Matteo is too good to pass up. And there’s nothing wrong with a bit of harmless flirting over Champagne and zabaglione. Stressed out by cookbook deadlines and living out of a suitcase, Matteo is feeling lost and alone. When Lily walks into his kitchen, something changes. His evening with her renews his passions, in more ways than one. The heat in the kitchen leads to a scorching one-night stand. But when morning comes, will Lily and Matteo still feel the flames?
I hope you enjoy “Al Dente!”
Interested in my other series? You’ll find them all here. Just click on the pics below to be taken to the series pages.
He owns the spotlight, she lives in the shadows.VEE:My only purpose? Keep lethal cryptids in check, and our Company existence secret. Sometimes a girl needs a night of karaoke and tequila though. Instead, after a vicious new cryptid species crashes the party, I end up saving and carting home a way arrogant, way hot chef. With Bruce Kantor now a temporary roommate it seems like the perfect time to indulge my forbidden civilian fascination—especially the friends-with-benefits part. But the feelings he ignites threaten my oath and mission.
BRUCE:Damn right I’m the bad boy of the culinary world. I live for the limelight, and the legions of #BruceTheBastard fans love my temper as much as my food. After stomping out of one high-profile gig, all I’m looking for are directions to my next. What I get is a giant Komodo Dragon-wannabe, and Vee Ramirez, the most infuriatingly irresistible woman to ever hit my radar.
Even if we survive the relentless monster on my trail, our future is toast unless I can convince Vee there’s more to life than the Company.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Janet Walden-West lives in the Southeast with a pack of show dogs, a couple of kids, and a husband who didn’t read the fine print. A member of the East Tennessee Creative Writers Alliance, she is also a founding member of The Million Words craft blog. She pens inclusive Contemporary Romance and Urban Fantasy. As a two-time Pitch Wars alum turned Pitch Wars 2019 Mentor, Sherrilyn Kenyon scholarship recipient, and Golden Heart® finalist, she believes in paying it forward by supporting burgeoning Southern writers. She is represented by Eva Scalzo of Speilburg Literary Agency.
Both singers were into their performance. The one brutalizing vocals though—she was in another league. Brown arms lifted high, watch-me pink skirt swirling around toned legs, she moved like the music was part of her. Like she didn’t give a shit about anyone’s opinion.
His phone buzzed again and he ignored it. The same as he ignored the woman who sidled close, brushing against his side. He frowned, scrubbing a hand over his arm to wipe away the itch from whatever faux-snakeskin fabric her dress was made of. He sidestepped to keep his singer in view. Hopefully, whoever it was got the message that he wasn’t interested as the pair launched straight into another song, murdering Lizzo with the same glee.
The lead singer flipped her hair in synch with the lyrics, laughing and swiping strands out of her eyes, oblivious to how her amber-dark waves fell, as long as they didn’t interfere with her performance.
His phone came to life again. The dumbass owner wouldn’t dare text after having calls ignored, but Bruce’s family certainly would. He pulled the phone out, confirming his guess. He swore as he scrolled, one missed call from the guy, two missed calls from his sister, who had stooped to having his niece text, complete with a five-year-old’s spelling errors and a photo with cartoon puppy ears and nose over hers. Like the little shit needed any help being adorable.
If he didn’t call, he’d probably O.D. from whatever next-level cuteness the kid came up with. He dropped a twenty on the bar and anchored it with his sweaty beer bottle. Giving the stage a last glance, he forgot what he was doing for an instant. The singer pivoted like she felt his gaze. Her eyes locked with his, humor and intensity shining.
It felt as if she was reaching out and physically touching him. Touching something under his skin, real and alive. Like with no effort, he could reach back, completing the weird connection between them.
His phoned danced in his hand, reminding him of his obligations. More bodies had packed the front of the bar. He aimed for the closest quiet spot, usually behind a restaurant or bar where employees ducked out to smoke or bitch about their boss. He spotted the exit sign and let himself out.
The door opened onto a side street and a strip of businesses. A boot shop, the real deal instead of the trendy stuff tourists gobbled up, took up most of the space. The rest was divided between a tiny jewelry store and a florist, their signs in Spanish. All were closed for the evening.
He hit redial, pacing back and forth through the alternating strips of light and shadow.
“It took you forever to call me,” greeted him, his niece as impatient as ever.
He couldn’t help grinning at the aggrieved, high-pitched complaint. “Since when is, let me check…oh, yeah. Since when is four minutes forever?”
“You’re old and don’t remember but minutes are looong.”