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

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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 last year.

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, September 5, 2014

A Hollywood Premier celebration for 'Paper Doll' by Joe Cosentino

The hostesses walk down the red carpet, flashes from the cameras exploding in their faces.
Mac, Lilly and Mary, dressed in gorgeous creations of mint green, blue and deep violet respectively, sashay down the runway, wide smiles on their faces as they wave at the public who wait patiently ten-deep for a glimpse of their favourite stars. 

“Oh, my gosh, Lyn,” LaVerne whispers out the corner of her mouth as they follow their fellow hostesses, her normally pale skin drained of all colour. “When you mentioned we were hosting a movie premiere for Joe Cosentino and his stunning heroine, Jana Lane, you failed to mention it was a Hollywood premiere. Look at the gorgeousness around us.” She gestures around then glances down at her own snug jeans and heels and winces. “I’m underdressed!”

Lyn grins and links their arms, propelling them in a stately march to the entrance. “Silly girl. This is Hollywood. Anything goes. You’re rocking the casual-cool look. Besides,” she nods towards Mary who’s stopped to have a selfie taken with a fan. “Everyone will be too distracted by Mary’s girls in that dress to take any notice.”

“I heard that.” Mary waves goodbye to her adoring public and matches stride with Lyn and LaVerne, adjusting the front of her dress in a futile tug. “What I wouldn’t give for a safety pin.”

“Oh, no,” LaVerne grins and links her free arm with Mary’s. “Flaunt it, girlfriend. I would if I could.”
Without warning, Lyn picks up speed and drags the other hostesses along making them trip over her feet. “The party has started and the special guests are here, hurry up girls!”

They join Mac and Lilly at the entrance where Oliver waits for them all before dispensing glasses of champagne and flattery. They float inside, blushing and giggling like schoolgirls. A man, resplendent in a tuxedo turns at their noisy entrance, a smile lighting his face and murmurs to the stunning woman at his side, her strawberry-blonde hair glinting under the chandeliers.

“Joe! Jana!” Lilly steps forward and kisses them each on the cheek. “How lovely to see you both. I can’t wait to hear more about your story. It sounds intriguing!”

“Thank you,” Jana replies, the musical quality to her voice matching the beauty of her appearance. “And thank you for hosting the premiere. This spread is amazing.”

Chocolate popcorn, pesto pizza, star shaped ginger cookies, tuxedo
brownie cookies, chocolate covered strawberries, strawberry shortcake, and strawberry ice cream sundaes. 

“No one does a party like the Roast girls, that’s for sure,” agrees Mac then sidles closer to the banquet table. “Hmm. Chicken Fingers With Caviar or Red Carpet Rollups.” Unable to decide, she plucks up both and bites into the rollup first, closing her eyes in delight. "Dig in guys. Oliver has really upped his game tonight!"

Not needing any further encouragement, they crowd the table, oohing and ahhing over the centrepiece, an Oscar-shaped fruit jello mold before piling their plates high.

Lilly taps her glass for attention. “Before we start, let’s raise our glasses to Joe Cosentino and his new novel, Paper Doll. With Jana center-stage, it is sure to be a hit!”

They hold their glasses aloft and clink, the sound of merriment filling the air. 

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After a short ride into the center of town, Jana parked her car and walked to a dress shop on Carriage House Court. Once inside, she tried on her new dress for the evening—a pretty rayon print. Both the encouraging saleswoman and Jana agreed the dress was the most beautiful creation in Dutchess County, New York.

Moments later, Jana hurried out of the store with box-in-hand—totally convinced that the dress was not right for her. As she ran across the lamppost-lined street, the ex-child star noticed an odd-looking boy with a turned up nose and a full red mouth. She realized that he was dressed in light blue from head-to-toe. As he grew closer in her view, he transformed into a thirty-eight-year-old man sporting the beginnings of a receded hairline and an intense gleam of desire in his big brown eyes.

“Jana, it’s you!”

“Have we met?” She took a step backward and perused the small town shops for lit windows.

“Pardon me. I feel like I’ve known you all my life!” he said ecstatically. When for some reason she seemed perplexed, he added, “I watch your movies!”


“Sure. All the time.”

Ah, a fan. “I’m flattered.” Let’s see, is there a working pen in my purse to sign an autograph? “That’s quite noble.”

“You’d be surprised the parts you can forget. Like when you were seven years old in Surf’s Up, and you saved your little friend, Timmy, from that shark. Then you swam him on your back to your father’s boat. And when Timmy asked if you would ride with him back to shore you said, ‘Don’t worry . . . I won’t leave you. We’ll be friends . . . always.’ I almost forgot that part until I replayed you on tape yesterday, and there it was. It still puts a lump in my throat.”

“Thank you.” Is there any mace in my purse?

“My name is Mark Leonard. I’m your biggest fan!” His eyes grew bulbous.

“Nice to meet you, Mark.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” He bowed grandly.

Not knowing if she should pat him on the head or lift her ring to his lips, she said, “I’d better go.” Jana placed one foot in front of the other, hoping the man would not follow her. Once at a safe distance, she called out over her shoulder, “Take care,” and kept walking—rapidly.

He stood on the curb, wiped the perspiration from his hands onto his vest, and called out, “I’m so happy to have finally met you. I’ve been searching for quite a while. I even tracked down your father. I phoned him to try to find you. You mean a great deal to me. I wake up each morning thinking about your movies. If I’m having a bad day . . . which is most of the time . . . I remember something encouraging you said in one of your films, and I feel better.”

Jana waved and walked faster.

“And don’t worry, Jana. Other people may have stopped watching, but not me. I promise! I’ll always be your fan.”

Fifteen minutes later, Jana’s sports car rounded a curve overlooking New York’s picturesque Hudson Valley. She was lost in thought about the strange mix of people in her little hometown—not so unlike the people she had once encountered in Hollywood’s motion picture industry. Jana spotted a small black car growing larger behind her. She strained to see the driver’s face in her rear view mirror, but instead noticed a black tinted front window—now a few inches away from her back fender. Feeling the sweat drip down her leg, Jana pressed harder on the gas pedal. Rapidly approaching a zigzag in the road, she noticed the upcoming stretch of non shouldered highway was under construction and had no guard-rail. Suddenly, the black car was an inch away and then just a heart palpitation away! As Jana flashed her lights, she pleaded with God to save her—for the sake of her children, to reconcile with Brian, to watch over her father and Tamara. Just as the black monstrosity was about to run her tiny sports car off the road, Jana veered right—into a patch of mud and briar. With a growl, the black car sped along the open highway.

“Joe Cosentino has utilized his keen knowledge of show business through shrewd celluloid eyes with tight twists, wicked turns, and one stunning surprise after another!”
            ̶  Jeff Walt, author of “Hex”

“Paper Doll is a delicious concoction of suspense and nostalgia with all the trash of the tabloids and all the style of classic film noir.  Romance, glamour, lust, and murder, make a page turning mystery. I can’t wait for the sequel; I can’t wait for the movie!”
            ̶  Gerald Fierst, storyteller and author of “The Heart of the Wedding”
Joe Cosentino has appeared in principal acting roles in film, television, and theatre, opposite stars such as Bruce Willis, Rosie O’Donnell, Nathan Lane, Holland Taylor, and Jason Robards. He has written and directed many musical plays for family audiences (toured through Encore Performing Arts of NY, and one published through Eldridge Plays and Musicals). His one-act plays, Infatuation and Neighbor were performed in New York City. Another one-act, Swing, was performed by Stageworks of NY and published in the Marquee Literary Journal. He wrote The Perils of Pauline, available on CDROM (through Prentice Hall Publishers). Joe received his MFA from Goddard College in Vermont, and MA from SUNY New Paltz. He is currently Head of the Department/Professor at a college in upstate New York. His upcoming novels include An Infatuation (Dreamspinner Press),Drama Queen, and Nick the Nerd (for children).

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Friday, August 29, 2014

Donna Steele's cruise to Alaska for 'The Melting'

The cruise ship pulls out of port and heads toward the Alaskan glaciers. Despite a high of 62 degrees Fahrenheit, Lilly shivers and slides closer to LaVerne. "I'm freezing."

LaVerne glances at Lilly's short sleeves and raises a brow. "Then perhaps you should have dressed for the weather."

"It's still summer in North Carolina. Who knew it would be this cold?" Lilly's teeth chatter.

LaVerne laughs. "It's the end of winter in New Zealand, so I'm loving this weather."

Mac strolls across the deck in shorts as if it were hot outside. "Has anyone seen Mary or Lyn? I can't find them anywhere."

"We're up here!" Lyn shouts.

Mac, Lilly, and LaVerne turn to see Lyn and Mary sitting atop the ship in one of the life boats. Lyn cups her hands around her mouth and shouts down to the other hostess. "We're on the lookout for our guest of honor, Donna Steele."

"Her hunky hero, Professor David Morrow will be flying Donna and Dr. Amanda Sutton in on a private helicopter," Mary explains. "David thinks the virus might have originated on a cruise ship, so he wants to spend as little time as possible on board."

"Virus? There's a virus on board this ship?" LaVerne pulls her shirt up over her mouth.

"I'm sure this ship has been sanitized or something." Mac watches with worried eyes as Mary and Lyn climb down from the life boat and approach the other hostess who are gathered together on deck.

"We're perfectly safe," Mary says.

"Relax ladies, and enjoy the scenery," Lyn says. "Why, just look at those glaciers."
Lilly's eyes grow round. "I've read Donna's book and there's something scary about those melting ice bergs. I mean, the series isn't called The Melting for no reason."
Mary shoves a beer into Lilly's hand. "Relax. Drink. Enjoy."

Lyn shakes her head. "Look at the lovely ice sculptures."

LaVerne swallows. "Melting ice sculptures. Global warming. World wide pandemic. I write stuff like this. I know when things are about to turn bad."

"They're not going to be zombies or anything on board. Are there?" Lilly looks to the other hostesses for reassurance.

"Were there zombies in Donna's book?" Lyn asks.


"Then relax, Lilly, and have a good time." Mary says.

Mac grabs Lilly's arm and drags her toward the dining room. "The reception is about to begin."

"Oh, and there's Oliver," LaVerne gushes. "Isn't he the most handsome waiter of all?"

"Yes," Lyn agrees, "But would you look at those yummy crab legs."

"Oh, there's also salmon and caviar, Mary adds.

"Oh!" Mac gasps. "Look at that lovely Baked Alaska."

"Oliver really outdid himself this time," LaVerne says, smiling as Oliver approaches with a bottle of

Mac smacks her lips. "Pour me a drink!"

Before Oliver can fill her glass, she points across the dining room to an upper deck. "Look! Here comes Donna, and David and Amanda are with her."

"Then let the celebration begin!"

The Melting - Blurb

David Morrow has studied global warming first as a prodigy and now as a respected professor.

He knows the value of sustainability and clean energy. But is it too late for the planet? He expected the rising of the seas, harsh hundred-year storms, but he never expected this.

Amanda Sutton first studied medicine to please her father, now she’s part of the scramble to find a cure before the virus destroys civilization.

Will the strange connection between them keep them together as the world disintegrates around them?

Excerpt -

Dr. Amanda Sutton checked her coat at the door and took a quick glance in the mirror near the entrance. She hated these stupid cocktail parties. Okay, she was affiliated with the medical school at Georgetown University, but she had graduated some time ago. She was already making a name for herself in the field of pathology, at least around here. It wasn't really a big deal, but she found herself annoyed anyway. Mostly with herself. Once again the males in the pathology department had managed to get her to attend a thank you reception. This one was for the gift of an endowed chair in the medical school. So what if the donor was some former congressman? She hadn't voted for him.

She only needed to put in an appearance tonight, which didn't quite explain the care she had taken with her makeup. She had her blonde hair down for a change, her regular ponytail a little too casual for this occasion. Maybe no one would recognize her.

She stood five foot seven and in heels, like tonight, nearly touched five nine. The royal blue dress she wore emphasized her blue eyes and slim body and hopefully didn't show too much leg. She never dressed like this. She was much more comfortable in her scrubs or jeans, but  Scott, her supervisor, had stressed this was a dress up night. Of course, he wasn't here to put up with it.

She didn't really blame Scott. He had a family he worked hard to spend time with, and she didn't. That shouldn't make her time off less valuable. It was his supervisor who held title of the biggest pain. Dr. Anton Guilford demanded such off hour duties and as the solo woman in the group, she was expected to handle these things. At least she'd finally put a stop to getting the coffee for everyone. Baby steps.

Amanda was quite sure the esteemed Dr. Guilford didn't believe women should be allowed to attend medical school even in this day and age. One of these days she would drag her knuckles on the floor to see if he noticed. She had thought in the twenty-first century all of those cretins would have died off. Unfortunately not.

With a sigh, she entered the large room and scanned it for someone she recognized. Several people from the medical school were already here, but they were all engaged with others, so she made her way to the bar. With a glass of white wine in hand, she moved over to the horsd'oeuvres table, nodding at a few people, but keeping her distance.

Something made her look up, and she spotted a man entering the room. Tall, he probably hit a little over six feet, with dark hair that needed a haircut. Also slim, with an excellent build, he had what she referred to as a swimmer's body—broad shoulders tapering down to a tight butt. She was confident she wasn't the only woman staring. If they ever hired strippers for these events, he'd be the one she'd choose. No, he looked more like he could pose for GQ or something.

He turned and caught her staring at him. Amanda forced herself to look away, hoping she hadn’t made him uncomfortable. Judging by his expression, she had. Well, she couldn't blame him. What was wrong with her? She placed a couple of crackers on a napkin and moved away from the table. God, she was probably blushing.


More than tired of being hauled out for these events, David Morrow had joined the party under protest. The donor had probably made his money in oil or coal or deforestation, somehow raping the land. David hadn't bothered to look him up this time. The man would no doubt try to corner him somewhere and attempt a debate on how wrong David's theories were. The planet wasn't heating up and even if it were, it was probably some cyclical thing. Nothing that the congressman's industry could be condemned for. And certainly nothing he would spend funds to fix.

Projecting much? He wandered toward the ballroom where he heard the noise and stepped inside. He scanned the room and immediately his eyes were drawn to a young woman in blue, her long blonde hair spilling past her shoulders. And she looked at him.

He took an involuntary step forward, inexplicably drawn to her. But the hand on his armstopped him. It took a heartbeat before he recognized Phyllis Lawrence as the owner of the hand.

"I didn't know you'd be here tonight. We could have come together." The woman fussed coyly at him. Was she flirting?

If he'd known she would be here he'd have worked harder not to be. "Sorry, I barely had time to get here from the lab. I won't be staying long," David replied.

"You will if the Provost sees you. Drinks later?"

He managed not to sigh. Phyllis had been a mistake and it looked like he'd be paying for it forever. She had been a good tutor in all things sexual, but the attraction no longer existed.
David could see her now for the—oh, hell, say it—the star f***r she was.

"I need to make it an early night. Let's see how long this thing takes."
She nodded but seemed disinclined to leave his side until a professor joined them and
distracted her. David silently wished the man luck and scanned the room for the woman in blue.

Women strong enough for love.
I write science fiction, paranormal and small town romance eBooks about women coming into their strength and having the courage to find and accept love.

As an empty nester with my beloved best friend and husband (who actually encourages this mad passion of mine) I write all the time – whether or not I have a pen or keyboard handy.

Ever since I learned to read—from Superman Comics, Dick, Jane and Sally held no appeal—I’ve wanted to write. The possibilities of science fiction have always drawn me and I’ve read them all.  There just needed to be a little more romance in them. I finally got up the courage and I’m delighted that I’m able to share these stories with you.

My premiere novel, a science fiction romance – Rth Rising – was released on March 3, 2012 through Rebel Ink Press. My romance eBooks Learning Trust, Homecoming, Welcome Home, Red Shoes,  Wraith’s Heart,  Nowhere for Christmas and The Melting,Book 1- The Infection are now available at all eBook sellers. Wraith’s Heart and Learning Trust are now also available in paperback through Amazon. 

I’m a member of Romance Writers of America, the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal Chapter of RWA and the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers.

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