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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lease Note:
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 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.
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Friday, August 7, 2015

Mac's Tailgating Party for her latest release 'To Win Her Love'





The Manhattan skyline glows in the afternoon sunshine as cars, trucks, and vans pull up in the parking lot of Marauders’ stadium. Mac, Lyn, Mary, Lilly Gayle, Laverne and Debby all pile out of Mac’s van.

“It’s a perfect day for a tailgating party, Mac says, opening the back of the van. Inside, packed to the roof are chairs,tables, picnic baskets, and coolers full of beer and soft drinks. 

“What a crowd. Does anyone see Gracie?” Mary asks as she adjusts her Marauders sweater.

Lilly Gayle points. “There she is playing Washers with the twins. And aren’t they cute.” 

The hostesses all wave.  Laverne reaches for a table. “Let’s get the food laid out, I’m starving. The smell of those ribs is making me crazy.” 

Debby pats her hair, teased and poofed to perfection. “I wonder if Tuck will be here? I could receive that wide receiver any day.”
Lyn rolls her eyes and hands Debby an ice cold beer. “Drink this and cool off.”

 

“Here comes Gracie, and look, Max is with her,” Mac says. "

 

Lilly Gayle sighs. "They've always been the best of friends. I'm surprised they haven't ended up together."

 

Debby lowers her voice. "I don't care what Gracie tells us, I think she secretly has the hots for Jake."

 

“Hi, everybody,” Max  and Gracie say as they come to a halt in front of the table laden with burgers and dogs, bratwurst and ribs, potato and pasta salad, corn on the cob, and fried chicken. Gracie laughs. ”Are you girls planning on feeding the entire Marauders football team?”

 “We also have Jake’s favorite chocolate chip cookies,” Mary says as she takes a bite of one of the rich cookies. “Mmm.” 
 
Gracie narrows her eyes. “Don’t even mention that man’s name. You know he had the nerve to kiss me.”
 
Lilly Gayle fans herself. “That’s one hunky tight end.”

“Speaking of hunky, here comes Oliver with the cake,” Laverne says.

Smiling, Oliver presents Gracie with a giant football cake. The hostesses all applaud.

“It seems I’m just in time.” They all turn to see Jake in his football uniform grinning at them. His gaze meets Gracie’s and sparks fly.

“Uh oh. What do we do now?” Lilly Gayle whispers.

 
“Eat.” The hostesses reply in unison.

 
Welcome to our tailgate party as we introduce Mac Crowne’s new release, To Win Her Love.





Here's a sneak peek of the book trailer.



PURCHASE LINK


To win the game, they’ll have to risk losing their hearts…
When a bizarre child custody stipulation pits popular sports blogger Gracie Gable against football superstar Jake Malone, losing the battle for her twin nieces isn't the only thing Gracie has to worry about. Forced to live for three months under the same roof as the sexy tight end, will she fall prey to his flirtatious pursuit? Or worse, will the skeletons in her closet destroy her chance for the love and family she so desperately wants?

Neglected by his parents as a boy, Jake doesn’t believe in happily ever after. Yet living with Gracie and the twins might be enough to change his mind—and his womanizing ways. But when the press unearths a scandal from Gracie’s past, will he lose the one woman he was ready to open his heart to?

EXCERPT

Like pure, walking sin, Jake Malone closed the distance in a deceptively lazy saunter. Gracie Gable fought the nearly overwhelming urge to take off running. Clenching her jaw, she lifted her chin. Without knowing her true identity, the various press publications flooding her blog’s inbox with requests for interviews had been stymied in their attempts to track her down physically. How the hell had Jake?

And oh, God, why now?

A horrified groan rumbled deep in her chest. Having no idea what was in Pete’s will, she couldn’t afford to do anything to jeopardize her guardianship of the girls—like going toe-to-toe with the Manhattan Marauders’ Outlaw Tight End right here on her brother-in-law’s front lawn. She shot a worried glance down the historic farmhouse’s long driveway, relieved to find it empty. With a little luck, Pete’s attorney would be delayed long enough for her to deal with the famous all-pro’s justified, but still overblown ego. She’d promise him anything—apologize profusely for insulting his integrity, offer him a bribe, whatever would get rid of him before Anthony Spinoza arrived.

Six foot five, with a fallen angel’s face and the body of a god, Jake continued to approach. Gravel crunched beneath the heels of his boots, marking his long-legged swagger, as his thigh muscles flexed and stretched under faded blue jeans. A worn and battered leather bomber jacket rode his yard-wide shoulders. His trademark black Stetson and snakeskin boots completed the image of the Outlaw who held his own against opposing defensive lines and cast him in countless feminine fantasies. Hers included. She’d enjoyed more than her share of secret imaginings concerning the Marauders’ number one tight end.




***GIVEAWAY***
To win a copy of Mac'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, June 26, 2015

Debby Grahl's Winner is:

SUSABELLE!

Congratulations, Susabelle - and thank you Debby for taking us for such a fun trip to New Orleans.  Wishing you 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!"

We're taking a break for the summer, but join us again on 7th August when our Guest of Honour will be our very own 
Mac Crowne      



Friday, June 19, 2015

Debby Grahl celebrates her latest release - Rue Toulouse - in a boutique in New Orleans


Lilly, LaVerne, Mary, Mac, and Lyn look up at the ivy covered walls and wrought iron grill work of the nineteenth century building that houses Ma Cherie, an exclusive boutique in New Orleans. As the fringed surrey comes to a stop, harness jangles and the lead horse shakes his head and snorts.


Lilly fans herself and then wrinkles her nose when the feathers on her mask tickle. "I love all those window displays. Can we shop for souvenirs while we're here?"
Mac swats her hand with her fan before fanning herself. "No. This isn't a shopping trip. It's a celebration of Debby's latest release, Rou Toulouse."

"I feel silly going into a boutique dressed for Mardi Gras," LaVerne says as she adjusts the big hat she's wearing to protect her fair skin from the blazing, late afternoon sun.

"We're dressed for a masked ball, not Mardi Gras," Lyn says as she hikes up her long Grecian gown and climbs down from the carriage. "Debby wanted to hold this celebration at Caterine's shop, but Remi wanted a masked ball because that's where he and Caterine first met."

"And they decided to compromise. How romantic," Mary gushes as she adjusts her bodice, tucking
the "girls" back into her low decolletage as Oliver steps out onto the street to help her down. Mary fakes a swoon and leans into him. He smiles politely, but Lilly, LaVerne, and Mac groan in unison.

Lyn, oblivious to the goings on behind her, leads the way inside the exclusive boutique. The expensive jewelry and racks of exquisite, one of a kind clothing have been stored in a back room to make space for the guests. Velvet, Victorian parlor chairs and sofas, usually arranged outside the dressing rooms are positioned strategically throughout the store, while claw foot, antique tables normally reserved for displaying fabric swatches, trim, or unique one of a kind buttons, now hold silver trays filled with tempting dishes and savory appetizers.

The delicious aromas float toward the hostesses as they enter the cool, air-conditioned boutique.

LaVerne lifts her masks and inhales deeply. "Yum. Something smells delicious."

"The inside of this place is bigger than it looks from the street," Mac says.

"But it's still a bit small for a masquerade ball," LaVerne adds as Debby rushes forward to clasp her sister hostess' hands.

"Oh, this will be so perfect," she gushes. "I knew you ladies could help me pull it off."

Mary looks around. "But will the guests all be able to squeeze in?"

A mischief smile crosses Lyn's face. "There's room in here for the guests and your big bazooms."

Lilly snickers, and Mary glares at both her and Lyn. "But will your boat size feet and Lilly's big butt fit?"

Lilly spins around like a dog chasing his tail. "Does this dress make my butt look big."

Mac looks up as if she's just now realized where she is and repeats Mary's question. "Will the guests all be able to squeeze in?"

Debby smiles reassuringly. "Caterine and Remi have invited only their closet friends, and there is a beautiful courtyard out back where a bar and band are set up. It's going to be a magical evening, and the food! You should see all the food. The tables run the length of the building and spill out into the courtyard."



Lilly inhales again. "Is that seafood I smell? I love seafood!"

"Ah, but of course." Debby smiles as a tall man and woman approach hand in hand. He is dressed like a pirate, and she is dressed as a beautiful princess. 
"There's gumbo, crawfish étouffée, shrimp, red beans and rice, and so much more. I'll let Caterine tell you about the cake."

Caterine smiles as Debby introduces her and Remi to her sister hostesses. Remi kisses each of their hands. Mary fakes another swoon but Lilly, LaVerne, and Mac don't groan or roll their eyes this time. They're too busy trying to see under Remi's mask to see if his face looks as good as the rest of him.

Caterine smiles sweetly at her love and turns back to the hostesses. "The Dodberge cake is Remi's favorite so I ordered a  lemon and chocolate cake."

LaVerne wrinkles her brow. "Is it some kind of American cake?"

"Not really." Caterine smiles. "The Doberge cake is a New Orleans specialty."

"You can't come to the city without trying it," Debby adds, licking her lips. "This  cake made Gambino's world famous."

Caterine nods. "It's made by hand and consists of six layers of buttermilk cake layers separated by a secret recipe custard filling. After assembling the layers, the cake is covered in buttercream icing and then glazed with a rich fondant icing."

"For the foodie in you, this cake will please your sweet tooth like never before," Remi says to the hostess, but he has eyes only for Caterine. "You can choose your favorite Doberge cake flavor from chocolate, lemon, caramel or strawberry. I'm wishing now, Caterine had ordered all four flavors."

Always eager to try new drinks, Lilly asks, "So, what are we drinking at this shindig?"


Debby smiles. "Whatever you'd like. Remi likes a local beer called Turbodog. Caterine likes red wine or sweet ice tea."


"And Lilly likes anything alcoholic," Mary adds with a wink and a nudge.

Mac laughs. "Well someone call Oliver over here so we can all grab a drink and get this party started!"
 

 
Today's skit was written by Lilly Gayle.

 
BLURB

Fashion designer Caterine Doucette attends a masquerade ball dressed as a shimmering ice princess where she encounters ex-cop Remi Michaud, disguised as the handsome pirate Jean Lafitte. The princess and the pirate come together for one unforgettable night of passion.
When Caterine inherits the family’s exclusive boutique, Ma Chérie, an attempt is made on her life, for someone in the Doucette household will stop at nothing to possess what they feel is rightfully theirs. 

Remi, working for a private security company, sets out to unmask Caterine’s would-be assassin, but finds himself torn between his desire for her and painful memories of another socialite’s betrayal.
 
Falling for Remi, Caterine struggles with old embedded pain, leaving her afraid to open herself to love.  In the heart of the Big Easy, the two must learn to trust one another if they’re to survive in a world of family greed and ruthless revenge.

 EXCERPT
 “But isn’t that what’s fun about a masked ball, not knowing who the mystery person is you’re talking to? What’s better yet, you can do and say things you’d never consider doing or saying because they also don’t know who you are. As the saying goes, laissez les bons temps rouler.”
 
 Elaine coughed, almost choking on her champagne. “Wait a minute. Back up. Did I just hear you say, let the good times roll?”

   Caterine nodded. “I can’t get what happened with Jonathan out of my mind, and I’ve decided that tonight the old Caterine doesn’t exist. Since I’m in disguise, this is the perfect opportunity to prove to myself that Jonathan and those other men are wrong.”

    Elaine cocked her head. “Okay, what exactly do you have in mind?”

    Caterine grinned. “If I meet someone who makes my pulse quicken and my toes curl . . .” She shrugged. “Who knows? Tonight the ice princess may melt away.”

    A wide smile spread across Elaine’s face. “Good for you. If I’m not mistaken, your chance might be coming this way. Good luck.”

    Before Caterine could respond, Elaine disappeared into the crowd. She turned in the direction Elaine had been looking and caught her breath. The man dressed entirely in black coming toward her reminded her of a dangerous outlaw from a past century. Lean and muscular, he stood close to six foot. He wore a loose, long-sleeved, V-necked shirt, snug pants, and low boots. As he walked, his body language exuded confidence, power, and incredible sex appeal.

    The closer he got, the harder her heart pounded. Okay, take a deep breath. You can do this. He doesn’t know who you are; if you make an idiot out of yourself, it won’t matter.

    “Hello, Princess. I believe this dance is ours,” he said, his bayou cadence low and sultry.

    Bereft of speech, she could only stare into the thick-lashed, deep blue eyes behind the handsome stranger’s black bandit mask.

    He flashed white teeth in a sensuous grin. “I’m not mistaken am I, cher? You looked so beautiful standing there glittering, I assumed you must be a fairy princess.”

    She swallowed hard, hoping her voice was steady. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, monsieur, but I’m not a fairy princess. I’m known as an ice princess. But who knows, I still might be able to grant you a wish.”

    “No, cher.” He stepped closer. Gently placing his fingers under her chin, he tilted her head back to gaze directly into her eyes. “Whoever said you were an ice princess wasn’t man enough to release your heat. Grant me my wish and I’ll do just that.”

Buy Links for Rue Toulouse: Amazon, Barnes&Noble,Apple iBooks

BIO
Debby Grahl lives on Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, with her husband, David, and their cat, Tigger. Besides writing, she enjoys biking, walking on the beach and a glass of wine at sunset. Her favorite places to visit are New Orleans, New York City, Captiva Island in Florida, the Cotswolds of England and her home state of Michigan. She is a history buff who also enjoys reading murder mysteries, time travel, and, of course, romance. Visually impaired from childhood by Retinitis Pigmentosa (RP), she uses screen-reading software to research and write her books. Debby belongs to RWA, Florida Romance Writers, Hearts Across History and Lowcountry Romance Writers.


REVIEWS

5.0 out of 5 starsRomantic Suspense done right!, June 10, 2015
A strong romantic suspense that has a wonderful cast of characters, the great setting of New Orleans around Mardi Gras and a mystery that had me guessing until the end.
 
5.0 out of 5 starsSexy pirate meets ice princess and sparks fly, June 3, 2015
I loved this book. It was a quick read, mainly because I couldn’t put it down. It had everything, a feisty heroine and a sexy guy who gets several opportunities to step in and save the girl. Insert sigh.
http://www.amazon.com/review/R2PK3DELKH4Z9R/?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00R6AXHCU
This review is from: Rue Toulouse (Kindle Edition)


***GIVEAWAY***
To win a copy of Debby'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)

Monday, June 15, 2015

Monday, May 18, 2015

Arlene's Winner is...


Mary Preston


Congratulations Mary your prize is on its way. 


Thanks to  Arlene for being such a fantastic guest of honour, and to everyone who commented and made this Roast such fun!
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They hug each other and wave before leaving the stage.



"Just another Author Roast and Toast!"

We're taking a few weeks break but watch this space
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