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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 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.
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Friday, November 25, 2011

Sarah Grimm 'After Midnight Celebration Yacht Party


The hollow sound of a fog horn echoes through the gathering mist. It is midnight and but for the wash of waves against the shore, the waterfront is quiet.

“Are you sure this is the right yacht?” Lyn adjusts her British sailor outfit. “Looks more like a cruise liner than a yacht!”

Mary slaps on a white cap. Her dark red blazer with the cute emblem on the front stretches across her opulent chest. “The Resurrection! Yep! This is the one!”

Dressed in a white sailing outfit, Sharon’s bubble butt wiggles as she walks up the boarding plank. “Sarah said the party is on A deck, near the port side.”

Lights blaze from the waiting ship, lending an air of carnival to the scene.


“Avast ye hearties or hardies or whatever! Wait for me!” Dressed like Popeye the Sailor, Patsy scrambles on board.

Cuddles, Nibby and Hampy scurry behind.


“A rat on board,” a male voice calls out!

“No! No rat!” Sharon waves an airy arm at the captain. “They’re all our pets. Totally nondestructive.”

Mary cups her mouth and shouts loud enough for the whole ship to hear. “We’re looking for the party.
The captain leans over the rail of the poop deck. “What party?”

Lyn shrugs, looking at the other ladies for help.  “What party?”

Patsy pulls out her notebook and studies it. “I think it’s the rock band, Black Phoenix for their Resurrection Tour.”

Black Phoenix!” Mary shouts again, the sheer volume causing her chest to jiggle. “For their Resurrection Tour.”

A giant wave causes the ship to buck and tilt. Sharon slips and falls, sliding along the deck on her bubble butt.

“Man overboard.” Patsy shrieks as she dives for Sharon’s hand, catching her just before she goes over the side. The huge biceps flex!

Lyn stumbles over her own feet as she races to help. She wipes her face. “Whew! That was close.”

Oliver, dressed in a red blazer somewhat like Mary’s, helps Sharon to her feet, placing a light kiss on her hand. 

They saunter around the ship, amazed by the size and grandeur.  Rock music blares over the loudspeaker. 

“The ship is sailing.” Sarah’s voice trills. “And the party is rocking!”

They feel the motion as the yacht sets out to sea. A door swings open and out comes Sarah in very revealing attire, black mesh stockings, leather bustier covered with silver studs and thigh high black boots.

The women gape in surprise. Suffice to say Lyn, Sharon, Mary and Patsy are overdressed and overwhelmed.

“You ladies need to get comfortable!” Sarah cracks a whip and waves them in to the ultra-riche interior.

“Come and meet my hero Noah and his band, Black Phoenix. It’s their Resurrection Tour!”

Strobe lights flash. Dancers gyrate on the floor in skimpy outfits.

“Is this a rave party?” Sharon shouts over the din.

The hard rock music stops for just a moment as the women enter the huge room. 

“Aye, my lovelies,” the lead singer calls out. “Grab a Fireball or a dark lager – we’ve got all kinds!”


“What’s a Fireball?” Lyn whispers.


Sarah laughs. “It’s 141 proof rum, Dekuyper, and Hot Damn 100 Proof Cinnamon Schnapps. I don’t think you’ll need more than one.”


A hulking male grabs Mary and whisks her away. Lyn is caught and whirled, spinning like flames in the center of the dance floor.





Oliver protects Sharon, leading her and Patsy to the buffet table laden with mounds of roast beef, buckets of fish and chips, Yorkshire Pudding, and layers upon layers of red velvet cake.

“It’s a hot night!” Sarah struts across the floor. “There’s a whole stack of leather bustiers and black fishnet stockings behind the left door.” She points. “Go get comfortable.”

“Get comfortable?” Sharon’s eyes bug. “I couldn’t get my butt into one of those outfits.”

“Good thing they’re sleeveless.” Patsy flexes her arms. “These arms wouldn’t fit into one of those.


Mary whirls by. “Come on you two, the water’s great!”

“Yes,” Sarah’s voice comes over the loudspeaker. “The water’s great!”

 Welcome to Sarah's Celebration of her book 'After Midnight'.  Don't forget to leave a comment to be in the running for a download of her book.

AFTER MIDNIGHT
(HEAT LEVEL:  Hot)


BLURB:
Thirteen years—that's how long Isabeau Montgomery has been living a lie. After an automobile accident took her mother's life, Izzy hid herself away, surviving the only way she knew how. Now she is happy in her carefully reconstructed life. That is until he walks through the door of her bar...

Black Phoenix singer/front man Noah Clark came to Long Island City with a goal—one that doesn't include an instant, electric attraction to the dark-haired beauty behind the bar. Coaxing her into his bed won't be easy, but he can't get her pale, haunted eyes nor her skill on the piano out of his head.

Can Noah help Isabeau overcome the past? Or will her need to protect her secret force her back into hiding and destroy their chance at happiness?

EXCERPT:
“It’s not supposed to be just about the finale. It’s about the journey. It’s all about touch, Isabeau. Soft caresses. Slow, deep, wet kisses. Why would you settle for anything else?” Her tongue darted out and wet her lips, and Noah wondered what she’d do if he leaned in right now and showed her what he meant.

“Maybe you haven’t taken a good look at me?”
“I’m looking at you now.” He cupped her face with one hand, traced his thumb along the curve of her jaw. Her skin was warm and soft as silk beneath his.

“Noah.” His name crossed her lips, a husky rasp barely audible over the street noise. She reached up and wrapped her hand around his.


She had a mouth that begged to be kissed. A mouth meant for pleasure. How was it she didn’t realize her own appeal? He traced his thumb over the palm of her hand. Satisfaction welled inside him when she trembled. “You don’t have to settle, Isabeau.”
  

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BIO:
As a young girl, Sarah Grimm always had a story to tell. At times they were funny, other times scary, but they were always happily-ever-after. Sarah lives in West Michigan with her husband, two sons and three miniature schnauzers

Find Sarah Online:
Twitter:  http://www.twitter.com/SGrimmAuthor


Sarah Grimm
   where dangerously sexy & happily-ever-after collide




***GIVEAWAY***
To win a copy of Sarah's book, all you have to do is just leave a comment and your e-mail address.
Contest ends tomorrow and everyone who comments is elligible.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

BRINDA'S WINNER IS......

PAULA MARTIN


Congratulations Paula

Sharon, Mary, Patsy and Lyn appear on-stage, holding hands, to take a bow
They hug each other and wave before leaving the stage.

"Just another Roast and Toast!"

Thanks to Brinda for being such a lovely guest and to everyone who stopped by to visit.

Join us again on 25th November when we will be Roasting Sarah Grimm  at:

Friday, November 18, 2011

Brinda Berry's barbeque for 'The Waiting Booth'


Deep in the woods of Arizona at an undisclosed lodge, the hostesses are government agents working undercover at a barbeque in a mission to save the world from viral contamination.

Winking at his spies, Oliver mans the grill, humming away to Secret Agent Man while flipping burgers, hot dogs and chicken. Smoke billows upward from the charcoal in a tantalizing swirl.

A bonfire sizzles, S’mores on a stick bubbling hot. Potato salad, cole slaw, baked beans, fruit salad, tortilla chips and corn on the cob are ready to be served, along with buns and all the condiments. Coolers brimming with cold beer and Diet Coke flank the table.




In the cool picnic area beneath umbrella tables and undulating shade trees, the agents set things up, bickering amongst themselves.
Donned in Capri slacks, tank tops, strappy sandals and Secret Agent sunglasses, they are armed and ready with government issued stun guns.

Bing bang bong, Mary whips out a BB gun from her Triple D bra, liberating several cherries from a tree. They plop on Patsy’s head. Squinting through her sunglasses, Patsy glares up through the brilliant sunshine and shrieks with alarm.


“Oh no,” the tree’s been struck with the lethal virus! Look how many cherries have been mutilated!! It’s the
Cherry Bomb Virus. Prepare for battle. Just do it!”
Grinning, Mary fires her bee bee gun, dropping several more ripe cherries on Patsy’s head.
Bing bang bong.

Wanting to save the world, Patsy whips out her stun gun, biceps the size of melon balls wildly twitching. “The virus is in the tree. It’s the feared Cherry Bomb Virus. Beware.”

Mary just grins and winks at Oliver.

Lyn appears out of the clearing in the woods, sees Patsy with her stun gun at the ready, the one they were instructed to use only during an attack. Horrified, she steps it up, squishing several fallen cherries with her gigantic feet the size of skate boards. Cherries are falling from the sky like comets.

“No worries, my sisters,” Lyn assures. “We can wipe out the cherry bomb virus before it’s a world-wide epidemic! We’re on it, sisters.”


“What!” Sharon streaks through the woods, knocking down a few broken cherry trees with her big barge butt. All for one and one for all, she pulls out her stun gun and shoots another shipload of cherries as they pour down. She blows a whistle.

“Holy heck, who knew the cherry bomb virus would strike our little barbeque. Line up, girls. Ready Aim Fire! It’s our mission to save the world from the Cherry Bomb Virus. Move it move it move it!”

“About face,” Lyn bellows. “On the count of three. We will save
the world from the Cherry Bomb Virus. Move in, my sisters.”

Patsy falls in line with Sharon and Lyn. “Because of my nicely endowed biceps, the government issued me two stun guns.”
No time to wait for Mary, four stun guns unload at rapid fire, zapping every cherry falling from the sky into smithereens. Wanting to make certain the bug is eliminated from the earth, they strip off their sandals and stomp on the cherries.

Laughter explodes from the woods. Mary stands there, putting her bee bee gun away. In unison, Sharon, Lyn and Patsy fire at Mary, blowing her into the cherry slush.

Welcome to The Author Roast and Toast! Please welcome our guest
BRINDA BERRY

We are celebrating her book
THE WAITING BOOTH

And just in the nick of time, Brinda pulls up in a cheery-red convertible, waving to her many fans, looking hot in red shorts and white blouse that ties around the waist. Oliver greets her with an icy Diet Coke, a wink and a smile. Let the party begin. Don’t forget to leave a comment.



BLURB for The Waiting Booth :


A missing boy, government agents, an interdimensional portal... Mia has one goal for her senior year at Whispering Woods High—find her missing older brother. But when her science project reveals a portal into another dimension, she learns that travelers are moving in and out of her woods in the most alarming way and government agents Regulus and Arizona are policing their immigration. Mia’s drawn to the mysterious, aloof Regulus, but it’s no time for a crush. She needs to find out what they know about her brother, while the agents fight to save the world from viral contamination. But when Regulus reveals that he knows Mia’s secrets, she begins to wonder if there’s more going on than she thought...and if she was wrong to trust him...






BIO:
Brinda Berry is the author of The Waiting Booth, a YA fantasy published by Etopia Press. Currently working in higher education administration, she spends her days thinking of ways to improve education for college students. Brinda spends her nights devising exciting tales that involve teens who might be saving the world. She’s terribly fond of chocolate, coffee, and books that take her away from reality.

Find Brinda at: FACEBOOK , TWITTER , WEBSITE/BLOG








***GIVEAWAY***
To win a copy of Brinda's book, all you have to do is just leave a comment and your e-mail address.
Contest ends tomorrow and everyone who comments is elligible.

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