Do you have something to celebrate? Whether it's a Birthday, New Release, or something else

Do you have something to celebrate? Whether it's a Birthday, New Release, or something else - Book your Celebration Roasting Bash now ! BUT FIRST PLEASE READ OLIVER'S RULES !

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We don't do reviews or interviews. just virtual parties to promote your book!

As many of you may know, our beloved sister hostess SHARON DONOVAN, tragically passed away on 11th April 2012. We who knew her, loved her, and were inspired by her courage and determination to face head on whatever life threw at her. When she could no longer see to paint she turned to writing and showed her amazing talent in the Inspirational Romance and Romantic Suspense genres, and her story 'Charade Of Hearts' was awarded the coveted Predators and Editors Award in January 2011.

This Blog was a source of great delight to her, she was one of the founder hostesses and she contributed to the fun and silliness in her own original way, and was kind enough to let her unique creation, the hunky butler 'Oliver' join us for our Friday romp and prepare 'virtual breakfast' for the guests on the following morning. It's beyond hard to have to go on without her, but we know that she would have been the first to insist that 'the show must go on.' She is, and will always be with us in spirit.
Sharon, dear friend, we will never forget you.
The Author Roast and Toast is part of the legacy you left us. Let's raise a Toast to you as well as all our guests.



Friday, May 6, 2016

That Darkness - Lisa Black celebrates with the hostesses

Storm clouds fill the skies over Cleveland as the hostesses step from the taxi onto the sidewalk in front of the ramshackle bar. Rain drops begin to fall, and a chilling wind blows in off Lake Erie. The ladies huddle together beneath a single umbrella.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Mary asks, taking in the grimy buildings and deserted street.

Lyn glances at a piece of paper in her hand. “This is the address Lisa gave me.”

“We should be safe enough,” Lilly says. “I understand this is a cop hangout.”

Debby pats her big hair. “Policemen, really? I love a man in uniform.”

Laverne squeezes under the umbrella. “I’m getting wet, Mary move your bosoms out of the way.”

“It isn’t my bosoms, it’s Lilly’s backside taking up all the room.”

“It’s not my backside,” Lilly replies. “It’s Lyn’s large feet.”

Lyn rolls her eyes. “I suggest we all go in and get out of the rain.”

Low murmurs and the smell of fried food greets the hostesses as they enter the dimly lit room. Decades of
stale cigarette smoke permeate the air, and country music plays from an old jukebox.

“I’m still not sure this is the right place,” Mary whispers.

“Yes, see there’s Jack Renner, behind the bar,” Lilly replies.

“Lisa told us that even though the place doesn’t look like much, they only serve top notch liquor here,” Lyn adds.

Debby smiles. “Great, let’s find a seat and order a drink.” She lowers her voice. “There’s an empty table next to a group of cops, and one of them is awfully cute.”

They make their way through the crowded room, past hard-looking women and harder-looking men, until they sit down at a scarred oak table.

“Hey, look, there’s Oliver, and he’s bringing in the cake,” Laverne says.

“It looks like it’s shaped like a police badge,” Lyn says.

Mary stutters. “This place gives me the creeps.”

“An attractive female cop rises and comes over to their table. “Hi, I’m Maggie Gardiner, are you the hostesses for Lisa’s party?”

“Yes,” the hostesses reply in unison.

“Fantastic,” Maggie says with a smile. 

“The food is all Greek, but  the wings, cheese sticks, onion rings, burgers and nacho platter are all delicious. And here comes Lisa."

The hostesses all stand. 

“We’d like to welcome everyone to Lisa Black’s party. Congratulations, Lisa, on your new release, That Darkness.”

This week's skit written by Debby Grahl


It seemed like a typical week for crime scene specialist Maggie Gardiner--a gang boss shot in an alley, a lost girl draped over an ancient grave, a human trafficker dumped in the river--nothing all that out of the ordinary for the
Cleveland police department as spring turns toward summer along the Erie banks. The methods are usual, the victims unsurprising--but when she notices a pattern, a tenuous similarity among the cases, she begins to realize that her days will never be typical again. How much of her life, her career, her friends, will she be willing to risk to do what’s right?

            Jack Renner is a killer who does not kill for any of the conventional reasons…no mania, no personal demons. He simply wants to make the world a safer place. He doesn’t think of himself as a dangerous person--but he can’t let anyone stop him. Not even someone as well-meaning as Maggie Gardiner.

            Maggie has the self-sufficiency of a born bit-of-a-loner. She works with a bevy of clever experts surrounded by armed police officers. She is both street smart and book smart, having seen the worst the city has to offer.

            But Maggie Gardiner is not safe. And, until she can draw Jack Renner into the light, neither is anyone else.


He asked a question here or there about Brian’s early years, his troubles with the authorities, but paid minimum attention to the answers he already knew. He offered Brian Johnson a drink, a real drink, asking him to name his poison, then gently leading him around to the Crown Royal, Johnson’s favorite. Jack knew that , too. He had a number of bottles installed on the sidebar, its new granite countertop the only sign of renovation in the room, all top-shelf. His clients deserved a little top shelf in their lives. He set down the tumbler with its amber liquid, pushing aside the wariness in Johnson’s eyes with another explanation of the pilot program. It amazed him how easily they always accepted this story, but then guys like Johnson had seen countless doctors, counselors , and social workers of every type, the true believers, the burnt-out cynics, the slackers, the rich kids trying to feel good about themselves and the ones who just didn’t give a shit. Guys like Johnson had been through so many programs, schools, incarcerations, examinations , and therapies to know there was always a new bleeding heart with a new idea to save them from themselves. Why not try good food and quiet conversation? It might work. Nothing else had.

“So you never had much of a chance,” Jack stated. He didn’t have to explain what he meant.

“Never. Everybody, everybody, been fightin’ me since I took me my first breath. So I fight back. What else is there?”


“Don’t min’ if I do.”

Jack carried the glass to the sideboard between the windows, behind where Brian Johnson sat. He picked up the whiskey, tapping it against a liter of Grey Goose.

“I believe that when you meet your maker, He will take that into consideration.”

“I met who made me, and that whore is the reason I ain’t Donald Trump. Or the president.” Brian Johnson didn’t turn to watch what Jack was doing. Brian Johnson wasn’t concerned about what Jack was doing. The clink had nicely covered the extra movement required for Jack to open the low box behind the bottles and extract his grandfather’s Beretta .22, with an added suppressor. He’d already taken the safety off, but he checked anyway. Details. If you didn’t master the details, they would master you. Then he turned and placed the glass on the table near Johnson’s left hand. “There you go.”

The guy’s fingers closed around the crystal tumbler, just as Jack lifted the gun and pulled the trigger.

Lisa Black has spent over 20 years in forensic science, first at the coroner’s office in Cleveland Ohio and now as a certified latent print examiner and CSI at a Florida police dept. Her books have been translated into 6 languages, one reached the NYT Bestseller’s List and one has been optioned for film and a possible TV series.  

To win a copy of Lisa's book, all you have to do is just leave a comment and your e-mail address.
Contest ends on Sunday and everyone who comments is eligible.
(We reserve the right to waive the prize in any week when there are not enough contestants for a draw to be deemed fair and unbiased)

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Lilly's winners are...


Congratulations to you both - and wishing our Lilly much success and many sales.

The hostesses appear on-stage, holding hands, to take a bow

They hug each other and wave before leaving the stage.

"Just another Author Roast and Toast!"

The next Roast will be on the 6th May when our special guest will be LISA BLACK

Friday, April 29, 2016

The hostesses go back in time to celebrate Lilly Gayle's forthcoming release 'Wilder Hearts'

Argh, this corset is murder on the ribs.”

Lyn elbows Mary. “Ssh!” Her gaze darts around the reception room of Pearl House, a historic hotel in Austin, Texas. “We’re celebrating the release of Lilly’s latest book, Wilder Hearts. Let’s not talk about murder, especially here.”

“What’s wrong with here?” LaVerne asks, giving a little twirl and watching her full-length skirt billow out around her ankles.

Debby leans close, lowering her voice. “One of the cooks that worked here was a suspect in the The Servant Girl Annihilator murders. The case was never solved.”

LaVerne stops her twirling and glances up, her face more pale than usual. 

“So…does that mean the killer is still out there?” She latches on to Lyn who’s busy admiring the glossy leather of her lace-up ankle boots.

Lyn shakes her off and rolls her eyes. “Relax. That was well over a hundred years ago. I think you’re safe.”

“True ” Debby drawls with a wicked gleam in her eye. “But Lilly’s hero and heroine, Jake and Ellie have traveled through time to party with us. Stands to reason the killer could have too.”

Mary’s hand stills in her attempt to squish the girls back into her bodice and instead plumps them back up again. “Is he here? Where? Oh, I just love a proper western man, all burly and rugged. And Lilly’s Jake is a former Texan Ranger. Can he get any sexier?”

“You are so bad, Debby.” Lyn shakes her head and drags LaVerne by the hand towards the centre of the room where Lilly is holding sway to an adoring crowd. “Let’s go celebrate with our Lilly.”

Pushing through the throng proves difficult and as they stop for a breather, they become aware of the music filling the room. In the far corner, on a makeshift stage a live band play a ballad. The melody is at once old-world and beautiful. In the middle of the room, the crowd steps back to form a circle where a couple dance as if no one is watching, their movements simple, elegant and synchronized. When they finish, the crowd erupts into applause and the band move effortlessly into a more modern bluesy rock number.

“My question has just been answered,” Mary sighs. “Jake definitely can get sexier. Look at those hips move.”

“Don’t get any ideas, Mary.”

They all turn to find Lilly standing before them, resplendent in a pink-colored dress trimmed in lace. Her eyes dance and her cheeks glow with pleasure.

The hostesses whoop and cheer as one, taking turns to hug her and talking all at once.

“You look amazing!

“Look at this turn out!

“You clever girl!

“We’re so excited for you, Lilly!

“This place is to die for!”

Mary winces as a large foot suddenly treads on her toes. Her yelp is cut off by the look of death Lyn directs her way.

Lilly hugs them all back. “Thanks for organizing my roast, ladies. You must try the food. I tell you, Austin folk sure do know how to put on a feed! I had to take my corset off after a couple of bites of those baby back ribs and cucumber slaw. I gave up putting it back on after seeing the plates of chicken-fried steak, garlic taters and fried okra.”

“You’re speaking my language, Lilly.” Mary rubs a hand over her ribs. “Save me and lead on to the bathroom so I can take this torturous device off.”

A murmur of agreement goes up through the group.
“Before we do that, ladies, I spy Oliver making his way towards us – bearing a tray of glasses, no less! I wonder what’s in them.”

Every head swivels towards the direction LaVerne is looking. Sure enough, the handsome waiter dressed in saloon-slick leather waistcoat and shirt saunters over. 

Lilly grins. “Frozen margaritas. I thought it fitting 
since we’re in Texas. Thank you, Oliver.”

He bends and give Lilly a quick peck on the cheek then winks when she giggles like a girl before disappearing back through the crowd, his tray empty.

The hostesses all gaze after him, then turn back to Lilly with envious glances.  

Debby is the first to recover. “Well, on that note, I propose a toast to our sister host and author extraordinaire, Lilly Gayle. Congratulations on the release of Wilder Hearts. We’re so very excited and proud of you.”

This week's skit written by LaVerne

 Writing about the outlaw, Jake the Snake, could be the opportunity of a lifetime—if it doesn’t get her killed.

When Ellie Wilder takes her sister from their grandfather's home, she's determined to put her family back together and write of their adventures. Then she runs into Jacob Harper, a man who resembles Jake the Snake, a notorious outlaw who once rode with Billy the Kid. Is it possible the outlaw who escaped justice has mended his ways? Or is the handsome Mr. Harper now murdering servant girls in Austin?

Finding out the truth could be the journalistic opportunity of a lifetime.
Former Texas Ranger Jake Harper has returned to Texas to help solve the Servant Girl Annihilator murders. But when a similar murder occurs in Harmony, Texas, Jake goes undercover as Jake the Snake to find a connection between the series of brutal murders. Then Ellie Wilder shows up. Her snooping could blow his cover and get her killed, but Ellie soon becomes a bigger threat to his heart than his investigation.

The book is on pre-order now. It releases May 6.
 Buy links: pre order at:

Available May 6 at

Also available for preorder through the iTunes store.

To win a copy of Lilly's book, all you have to do is just leave a comment and your e-mail address.
Contest ends on Sunday and everyone who comments is eligible.
(We reserve the right to waive the prize in any week when there are not enough contestants for a draw to be deemed fair and unbiased)

Friday, March 18, 2016

Kerry and Cat announce the winner -


Congratulations Mary, Lyn will be in touch soon.

Thanks to everyone who commented and helped her celebrate the Release of BELOVED ENEMY. 
last week.

The hostesses appear on-stage, holding hands, to take a bow, before waving to Cat and Kerry as they prepare to board their transit ferry.

They hug each other and wave before leaving the stage.

"Just another Author Roast and Toast!"

Watch this space for the announcement of our next Author Roast      

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Lyn throws a party to celebrate the release of 'Beloved Enemy'

“Shifter might be hard to spot ladies, you are only gonna know he’s there is if he decides to show himself.” Mary turns  her head with great difficulty toward, Lilly, LaVerne, and Debby. "He tends to blend in!"

“These space suits are so cumbersome. You’d think they’d make them less bulky.”

Lyn chuckles as she makes her way into the 
air-lock and gestures for the ladies to follow her in. “He’s highly sensitive to vibes from humans. It’s a good sign if he appears to you. Or lets you know he’s there by rubbing against your hand Debby. He might even let you touch him too Mary.”

“Ha, ha, ha, I’ll have you know I have a deep connection with animals. They love me.” Mary puckers her lower lip.

“Just kidding Mary, he will show himself to you too. Kerry and Cat assured me he was looking forward to this party.” Lyn removes her helmet as the green go light blinks to show the all clear to leave the ship.

“I never thought we’d end up in a space cantina way out here in…where are we anyhow?” Debby frowns and steps out of her spacesuit. Her party dress none the worse for being scrunched inside the suit.

 “We all look pretty snazzy.You found these great dresses, Lilly, they remind me of the flowing silken robes of an alien I saw once on Star Trek. I feel so free and the colors are amazing.” LaVerne pirouettes and almost falls into Oliver, as usual looking his best in his futuristic clothing.

“Oliver, is it true the food is all made with a replicator? What do they put in there to get the food?” LaVerne smooths down her scarf like dress. A wide smile fills her face as she sees herself in a shiny wall.

Oliver, shaking his head, gestures toward a large night club lit bar, with floating tables and chairs that moved to help customers to get more comfortable, or even just get up. Small winged faery-like young alien females carry trays to the tables. The girls enter the room and note the out of this world views of space out huge circular windows. The soft pale colors of the chairs, tables and wall covering seem to change often to different mood colors. All soothing and comforting.

“They have a drink made especially for Kerry and Cat. It’s called the, Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, they say it’s really powerful and only one will do you.” Lilly points to the drink in Mary’s hand. She has just gulped it down.

“I was thirsty. I can’t help it. And Lyn refuses to share the Mead with me.” Mary pouts. 

“I was only trying to stop you from getting silly, you know how you like Mead since I gave you that bottle to try” Lyn stares in front of her. Her mind instantly on the man approaching them, she hardly notices the lovely woman holding his hand.

“Hello ladies.” Kerry Marchant takes each one of their hands and places a gentle kiss on the top of their hands. Little hearts circle their heads and sighs follow the hand kiss.

Last to get her kiss Debby announces loudly for the whole place to hear.

“We’d like to welcome you all to the celebration for the great story available as we speak. Cat and Kerry’s latest adventure is available for all to read. Beloved Enemy!”

A loud cheer fills the room and Kerry takes Debby’s hand in his, placing the gentle kiss he gave the others, who by the way are still in a trance, on her hand.

Cat and Kerry smile and kiss for the crowds as the Mead and imported chocolate from Earth are shared.

Chicken pieces, sticky ribs, and  smoked salmon, fresh from the replicator, a variety of vegetarian dishes, a chocolate fountain, strawberries and Andromedan cherries and a large Chocolate gateau fill the buffet tables for all to sample. No one pays much attention to the girls as they taste the delights, until Debby hits the floor and is helped up by a chuckling Oliver.

The sound of Debby hitting the floor shocked into her own trance by the handsome, sexy, yet very, taken man, whose story has so captivated her. 

Laughter and applause fill the room as Lyn is able to break her trance and smack the other ladies playfully on their cheeks as Mary adds in her happy voice. “Beloved Enemy, you have to read it!

And you're all invited to another Release Celebration tomorrow - Mary will be a co-hostess, as well as some other familiar faces!

Cat Kincaid is obsessed with killing the man she believes is responsible for the torture and death of her sister, but when she eventually catches up with him, survival becomes a greater priority than revenge,

Kerry Marchant, haunted by memories, regret and self-blame, shields himself from the pain of the past by committing himself totally to the starship, Destiny, of which he is part owner. However, the beautiful, red haired woman who reminds him of his lost love, and who he suspects is working for a corrupt regime, represents a possible threat not only to the ship, but to his heart.

Marooned on an inhospitable planet, they need to work together to stay alive, fighting not only unknown assailants, but their growing attraction. But how can they learn to trust each other when he has vowed never to get close to a woman again, and she made a solemn pledge to destroy him?


Before she could fire, Kerry let off another barrage of plasma bolts into the river, then leapt toward her and ripped the severed tentacle from her leg. It flapped around on the wet grass. She scrambled to her knees, still slightly winded and fired at the hideous thing. The foliage around it flared for a moment with an eerie green flame and the tentacle shrivelled into a slimy black mass, emitting a pungent odour and causing her to gag for a moment.

“It seems I was mistaken about the creature being dead.” Kerry prodded the smouldering mass with his boot and looked across over the water. “It is now.” He leaned down and grasped her wrist to haul her to her feet. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Her shoulder was sore and probably bruised but she’d live. She tried to control her shivering. The incident affected her more than she wanted to admit. Kerry’s proximity, naked to the waist, his lithe body shining from the water droplets that still clung to his skin, his legs swathed in tight black leather, did nothing to help. The last thing she wanted was for him to realise how scared she’d been when she thought a snake attacked her. “Thanks. That was close. It would have been a bit ironic if I’d been killed by the same creature I saved you from.”

She realized he still grasped her wrist. She tried to move away, but he pulled her back, obliging her to turn to him.

“You are trembling.”

“I’m fine.”

“No,” he said. “You’re not.” He pulled her closer and his eyes softened, his gaze holding her mesmerized. She opened her mouth to try to speak, but in the same instant he put his hand under her chin and his lips closed over hers.


Hywela Lyn  most of her  life in Wales and the beautiful countryside and legends inspired her to write. Although she now lives in a small  village in England, she is very proud of her Welsh heritage and background.  

She enjoys weaving romantic tales of the future, and distant, mysterious worlds.  Her pen name is a combination of her first two names.'Hywela’ is Welsh and her first name but it was never used and she has always been called by her second Christian name, 
Lyn. One thing remains constant in her writing:  The power of love. Love, not only between her hero and heroine, but between friends and siblings, and for their particular world and the creatures that share it.   

She is crazy about all animals, especially horses. She lives with her long suffering husband, Dave, and has two horses, two feral cats and an adopted lovable but manic terrier called Choccy.

Hywela Lyn’s debut novel, 'Starquest', a futuristic romance was published by The Wild Rose Press who also published her second book in the Destiny series, 'Children of the Mist'. ‘Beloved Enemy’ which continues the Destiny series is coming soon from the same publisher.  

To win a copy of one of Lyn's backlist, just leave a comment and your e-mail address.
Contest ends on Sunday and everyone who comments is eligible.
(We reserve the right to waive the prize in any week when there are not enough contestants for a draw to be deemed fair and unbiased)