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
Check out Oliver's rules and find out how to be 'Roasted and 'Toasted'
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 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, August 22, 2014

Diana Green's party and giveaway for her new release 'Dragonwife'

Mac, Lyn, Mary, and Lilly enter the enchanted castle with heavy hearts for they have had to say goodbye to their dear friends, AJ and Melissa. They will especially miss harassing AJ about her precious, but they sincerely bid their former sister hostesses a fond farewell and much luck with their future endeavors.

"Cheer up," Lilly says. "I have it on good authority that the fabulous LaVerne Clark will be joining us as a new hostess."

"And I hear she was going to be here today to help us welcome our guest, Diana Green," Lyn adds.

The hostesses cross the moat. Lyn's lovable unicorn, Cuddles leads the way, Mac's fairy with attitude, Foster, fluttering beside him. Suddenly, Lilly's maltipoo, TT and Mary's demon dog, Nibbie rush past.

"Nibbie, come back here!" Mary shouts. Mary and Lilly run by Mac and Lyn. Mary's "girls"are bouncing so high they nearly slap her in the face. Lilly's bodacious bottom jiggles like two large mounds of gelatin.

Mac covers her mouth and giggles. "That will certainly draw some attention."

Lyn nearly trips over her feet as they enter the castle to find TT and Nibbie barking with glee. They have already made friends with LaVerne's sidekick, a lovable greyhound named Jazzy. TT and Nibbie dance around, trying to get Jazzy to play. She yawns and finds a comfy corner to take a nap.

"I made it!" LaVerne squeals as she runs up to hug each of the hostesses.

"New Zealand was only a hop, skip, and a jump from this magical fairy-tale castle," she adds.

Lyn laughs. "Everyplace we visit is only a hop, skip, and a jump on The Roast."

"It's magical that way," Mary adds with a mischievous grin.

"The food looks magical too," Mac says. "Look at all that homemade bread."

"And they have mead!" Lyn gushes. "I love mead."

"So do I!" Lilly says.

Lyn snorts. "You love wine, cocktails, and dark beer too."

"Hey! I have eclectic taste," Lilly says with a pout.

"And the hostesses have eclectic taste in books too. I especially love paranormal and fantasy romance books like Diana's," LaVerne gushes.

Mary, Mac, Lilly, and Lyn grab LaVerne's hand and drag her forward as they rush across the Great Hall to greet Diana, Huroth and Lady Orwenna.

"Thank you so much for hosting us," Diana says. "The food looks delicious, especially my cake."

"There' always good food on the Roast," Lilly says as she pats her bottom. "And it all goes straight to my hips."
Lyn reaches for a glass of mead as Oliver passes. "I think it goes to my feet."

LaVerne smiles and plucks a strawberry from atop the cake. "I don't care where it goes later, but for now, it's going in my mouth!"

"It's another Friday on the Roast and we have much to celebrate," Mary says.

"That's right!" Lyn raises her glass. "Let's all welcome LaVerne as our newest hostesses."

Mac smiles and raises her glass. "And let's celebrate Diana's newest release, Dragon Wife"

Dragon Wife Blurb 

The clan is waking. After centuries of spellbound sleep, dragon-shifters are returning to the mountains. They are few in number, and the outside world has become overrun with humans. Huroth, the dragon chieftain, recognizes a need for his kind to adapt, by forming alliances and mate-bonds with humans, but his clan is divided.

From the first time she meets him, Lady Orwenna is drawn to the magnificent chieftain. The mind link he forms with her is both fascinating and frightening, as is the powerful attraction she feels for him. If only she knew what was in his heart. Does he want her for the woman she is, or for her magical abilities? When war breaks out between kingdoms and ancient enemies of the dragons resurface, the clan will be tested. In the midst of uncertainty, can Huroth and Orwenna find their way together?

 Buy this book at Amazon or The Wild Rose Press


The gathering grew quiet as sounds of boot heels on stone echoed from the entryway. A man strode in alone, though to call him a man seemed less than sufficient. There was such raw power about him, such majesty in his bearing. No one could mistake his identity. This was the black dragon, shifted to man-like form, just as legend described. Orwenna felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck.

“I am Huroth, son of Huren,” he announced, his voice rich and deep. He faced the king, down the long silent hall. “I am chieftain of the dragons who dwell in the Drake’s Teeth Mountains. We offer an alliance to the kingdom of Rhelaun. How do you answer?”

“You are most welcome, honored guest.” The King bowed, as he spoke, then beckoned the chieftain. “Please, come and talk with me, so we can decide how this alliance shall be arranged.”

 As Huroth advanced toward the throne, he made an impressive picture. He was tall and broad shouldered, wearing dark leather armor and a heavy fur-lined cloak. His hair tumbled in a thick black mane, his eyes the pale blue of glacier ice. They swept over the courtiers, coolly assessing. When those eyes came to rest on Orwenna, she felt time slow. Everyone else, all her surroundings, faded to nothing.


Since her childhood, growing up in New Zealand, Diana has been an avid storyteller. For years she enjoyed teaching art and special education, while continuing to write as a hobby. After she developed chronic fatigue syndrome, a career change was necessary, but happily this led her to become a professional author. Diana’s books are mostly fantasy and science fiction, with strong romantic elements. She currently lives in beautiful Washington State, where she writes for The Wild Rose Press. For more information, reviews, trailers, and excerpts visit her website at DIANAGREENBOOKS.COM 

To win a copy of Diana'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)

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Cate's winner is...


Congratulations, Sue. What a super prize!

Thanks to Cate Masters for being such a fun and fantastic guest of honour, and to everyone who commented and made this Roast such fun.

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 are very sorry to have to say goodbye to sister hostesses AJ and Melissa Snark who, sadly, have to leave us to concentrate on their other endeavours.  Thank you so much AJ and Missy, we will miss you  but appreciate everything you've done to help prepare the parties for our Guests of Honour and make them feel welcome.  Watch this space, we're interviewing thousands of applicants for the vacancies and will be introducing the latest captive hostess soon.

 Join us again on 22ND August when  DIANE GREENE will be our special guest.   

Friday, August 15, 2014

Cate Masters and the hostesses at Lavender Hill Inn“Wow, this place is beautiful.” Lyn being a lover of Victorian houses gushes with delight.

“I always wanted a place like this.” Lilly grins and fluffs her period gown. “I look so good in pink, don’t I.” 

“This light blue makes my complexion glow.” Mac smiles and does a twirl.

“Who’s idea was it to put me in yellow. I look like a huge canary.” Mary groans as she tries to adjust the corset that was forced, literally, onto her ample body.

“I can’t wait to see what Oliver looks like. He says this place has a great reputation.” Lyn fastens her last button on her deep purple gown. “High necked for sure,” she struggles.

“I hope they have other food besides Lavender everything.” Mary complains.

lavender cupcakes“Shush!” Mac covers Mary’s mouth with her fan. “This is the Lavender Hill Inn after all. And they have lots of other things, like finger sandwiches and pastries. But someone told me that the Lavender Sorbet it to die for, as well as the Lavender cake and the Lavender lemonade. Why they even make Lavender Margaritas.” Mac drools and wipes her lips with an embroidered hankie.

“I have a place to keep that for you.” Mary grins and looks down at her ample d├ęcolletage.
Mac, Lyn and Lilly look at Mary and crack up laughing.
Mary flips her hair and leaves the room to look at the door that doesn’t go anywhere.  
A knock on the door and as soft voice from outside asks, “Can I come in ladies?”

Cate Masters, talented author,  stands in the doorway and enters, as Lyn welcomes her into the room. 

“This place is amazing. They have done a terrific renovation.” Lyn smiles.

“I agree.” Cate, looking stunning, in a beautiful lavender colored gown, grins. “After all Jocelyn is a talented person, and a bit of magic helps. Shall we go down now? You all look wonderful.” 

“Mary seems to have wandered off. Maybe the door opened for her and she is in another dimension.” Lyn chuckles. 

The three ladies sans Mary, leave the lovely bedroom with it’s wonderful Pineapple posted bed.

“Oliver has been such a help with the food. Shall we go down to brunch?” Cate leads them down the hall.
“Look at that.” Lyn exclaims as she notices the yellow fabric that peeks from the side of the door to nowhere. “It can’t be. That door doesn’t open does it?”

“No,” Cate looks at the three of them with alarm. “That’s not supposed to happen. Mary are you there?” She taps on the door. A soft moan is heard behind the closed doorway. “Must be the magic.”

Lyn takes Cate’s arm and leads the others down the nearest 
stairway. “Don’t worry, she does this stuff all the time, she’ll show up eventually and find her way to the Sorbet. Never fear. We’re used this. She can’t help herself.”

Cate glances back at the door and shakes her head. “Just another Roast and Toast huh?”

“Yup,” Lyn chuckles. “Let me at those Lavender Margaritas. The day has just started and already the magic has started.

“Let me tell you about magic,” Cate laughs. “Jocelyn has ancestors that reek of it. Maybe she can find Mary.”

“Nah, don’t bother, she’ll show. She always does.” Mac tells her. “She likes cake too much not to show up. Shall we?” Mac takes Cate's other arm and they descend the stairs of the wonderful Lavender Inn.

The hostesses of the Author Roast and Toast, welcome the amazing Cate Masters to her roast for her book, Goddess Awakened. Let’s give her a warm welcome!


With a little help from a goddess, battling evil is a piece of cake for Jocelyn Gibson.

A descendant of the goddess Iris, Jocelyn Gibson may have forgotten about the realm of magic, but it hasn’t forgotten her. When Eric Hendricks is targeted by a demon, Joss must step in to battle the evil and save the town’s awkward, but endearing, vet…who also happens to be the man she loves.

Joss’s new inn, a culinary career specializing in cooking with lavender and a new love all make for a fine recipe of disaster. She needs to embrace her inner goddess and harness the powers she never knew she had before it’s too late.

    Goddess, Awakened
    The Goddess Connection, Book 1
    Fantasy/paranormal romance novel
    About 89,700 words

The Goddess Connection Series

Every woman should embrace her inner goddess. What’s your connection?

In each novel of The Goddess Connection series, the heroine is somehow connected to a goddess. Her lifelong quirks will become strengths once she finds her true place in the world, and accepts herself for who she really is.

And in each, the heroine is encouraged to embrace her inner goddess. And the hero treats her like one! As it should be for every woman.
Mini excerpt for GODDESS, AWAKENED

In starting her life over, Joss had expected some resistance, even some trouble, but not this. The bedroom floor boards trembled beneath her golden-slippered feet. Tendrils of an unseen power curled upward from deep within the ground, tingling through her toes. She paused to steady herself, then continued to put the finishing touches on her costume. The tremors grew into rumbles and their hum seeped beneath her skin. When their tiny wisps twined through her mind, she clenched her hands. Enough. Go away.

Thick as starlight on a clear summer’s eve, sweet as the lavender blossoms she had yet to plant, energy whooshed up through the cracks of the worn wood and out into the October night.

She gripped the bureau until it passed, the vibrations rolling over her in lessening waves. Bubbly, effervescent waves. “Third time tonight, Taz.” Each departure took longer, and more of the essence remained.

When the dog whined, she stroked his fur. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt you.

Even if tonight the waves were palpable enough to make her hairs stand on end. Oh, no, please.

Nothing could ruin tonight. More than a party, this event would determine her future. And after three years of grief, she’d never allow anything to trap her in its clutches again.

The sting remained with Joss long after Eric fled the inn. Deep-rooted pain emanated from him when he’d first entered, and his palm against her arm sent an electric shock straight to her bones. The poor man. Grief kept him its prisoner. Joss understood how easy it was to fall into that dark trap. The way he’d held her, he sought escape. Comfort.

He awakened deep-seated sensations in her. In the few moments with him, she’d felt more alive than she had in three years.

So strange. Normally, one look allowed her to see the person inside. With Eric Hendricks, her receptivity went into overload. His soul, pent up for years, stirred to life and churned up love, fear, joy, hopelessness, yearning, jumbled and shifting faster than light. He displayed great strength in his firm stance and gentle touch. Beneath a hard veneer of sheer pain, one other trait came through clearly—purity of spirit, and integrity enough for many men.

The arrival of more guests drew Joss to the foyer again. Another matronly witch and an older man wearing a checked flannel shirt, jeans, and boots stepped inside, followed by a princess and a boy in a fabric turtle shell.

Joss recognized the girl as one of the riders whose horse was boarded at the inn’s stable. After greeting them and pointing them toward refreshments, she returned to Lydia. “Sorry about Dr. Hendricks.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s wonderful you have so many guests.” Lydia fingered the flowers in the vase on the table. woman stood in the archway to the front room, her bright-eyed glare directed at Joss. Wearing a short white shift adorned with large red hearts, the woman held a wand topped with a glittering red heart.

Confused by the woman’s malevolence, Joss approached and fought to overcome the negativity oozing from her. “Did you try some of the booscotti?”

The woman tilted up her chin. “I’m not hungry, Mrs. Gibson,” came her familiar nasal reply.

Recognition finally hit. Of course—the girl who worked at the diner in town. “Sheree?”

At her curt nod, Joss forced a smile. “I love your costume.”

Sheree’s gaze darted her length. “Likewise.”

What could be her problem? The woman wielded her wand like a weapon, ready to strike. “Please have a drink and make yourself at home.”

"Thank you.” Her narrowed eyes swept the room as if suspecting an ambush, and then she moved stiffly away.

Joss crossed the room to Lydia. “That was weird.

Lydia whispered, “Be careful of her.”

“Sheree? I can’t imagine why.” Could she be nervous the inn would take away some of the diner’s business? Though Joss would have liked to think it was the cause of her strange behavior, Sheree’s vibes told Joss otherwise. Business had nothing to do with it. The waitress directed her bad juju at Joss personally. Had Joss unintentionally insulted Sheree? She’d barely met the woman.

Leaning close, her aunt spoke sternly, “I warned you to watch for others who seek the power of this place.”

Sheree? Her aunt must be mistaken. The woman’s terrible attitude resulted from something. Maybe an imagined slight? Joss would find a way to put Sheree at ease.

More guests entered, and Joss excused herself. She left Lydia deeply inhaling the air. Joss couldn’t deny the charged atmosphere was one of the reasons she’d bought the place. Not to tap into any lines of power for herself, but maybe to enhance the lavender field she planned. Joss needed the garden to thrive so the inn would as well.

About the Author
Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.

Contact Details




Twitter:  @CateMasters


Treat Yourself Like A Goddess Giveaway!
Yardley of London soap bar
Lavender-scented gel beads
Lavender foam bath
Cedar bar
Hand-crafted earrings
Let Your Goddess Shine star bracelet
Beaded travel mirror for the
 goddess on the go
All in a book-shaped Believe, Love, Dream box

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To win this gorgeous lavender, book shaped gift box 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)

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Brent's Winner is,,,

Rebecca Booth

Congratulations, Rebecca your prize should soon be with you.

Thanks to Brent Purvis for being such a wonderful and fun guest of honour, and to everyone who commented and made this Roast such fun.

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!"

Join us again on 15th August when  CATE MASTERS will be our special guest.