Showing posts with label Connie Vines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Connie Vines. Show all posts

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Saturday's Blurbs - featuring Books by Connie Vines #MFRWauthor #Books We Love LTD #romance

Tanayia Un Murmullo Sobre el Agua (Spanish Edition)

https://www.amazon.in/Tanayia-Whisper-upon-Water-Book1-ebook/dp/B078W77TFQ

https://m.barnesandnoble.com/w/tanayia-un-murmullo-sobre-el-agua-connie-vines/1128301379?ean=2940155187912&st=PLA&sid=NOK_DRS_NOOK+EBooks_00000000&2sid=Google_&sourceId=PLGoP75008&gclid=EAIaIQobChMI-dSbu8iO2wIVGrjACh1W3QxrEAQYBCABEgJcxvD_BwE

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Blurbs:

Tanayia is alone in the world. Her village destroyed and her people murdered by a group of revolutionaries who now hold her hostage. A daring escape on the edge of Cochise’s stronghold saves Tanayia’s life, but she discovers her ordeal is only beginning.

Forced to live in a government run boarding school, Tanayia is stripped of her identity. The headmistress is bent on destroying Tay, but Jacob Five-Wounds stands in her way. Jacob urges Tay to run away with him—but diphtheria strikes the school. Now, Tanayia must make a choice, a choice she knows may cost her both, Jacob and his love.

Editorial Review
“This well-researched novel is taunt with all the tensions and passions of any tale in which the characters are trapped. That Sister Enid eventually gets her comeuppance (and from a native doctor, too) is only just and satisfying, and an epilogue tells of both the compromises and the triumphs of Tay’s marriage to Jacob Five-Wounds (once a fellow inmate of the school.” A-! ~ The McQuark Review

With a dangerous reputation for taking chances and tempting fate, rugged cowboy Lynx Maddox had one goal in life—to win the coveted Silver Buckle rodeo championship. But when he sets eyes on lovely Rachel Scott, he becomes determined to capture her as well.

Rachel traveled the circuit with her famous rodeo rider dad until his fatal accident in the arena. Now, she wants nothing to do with that world—or the men who risk their lives for one brief moment of glory. But her attraction to Lynx becomes too powerful to deny. . . and his unexpected gentleness too seductive to resist. . .


H.O.L.T. Medallion Finalist, Orange Rose Finalist, Colorado Gold 2nd Place,
Fool for Love 2nd Place, and Award of Excellence Winner.

Previously published as "Ride a Wild Heart"

Reviews:
“Connie has a wonderful gift for making her characters come alive for her readers. A must read!” 4 ½ Roses --romance.com

Highly Recommended. Written by a gifted writer—a worthy addition to anyone’s book collection.” Under the Cover Reviews.

“Kiss-Ass heroine!” Reader’s Review @ Author’s Den

“Instant action/Sizzling attraction! This book kept the pages turning, and a box of tissues close at hand.”

“A rare find. A must read!” Word Museum.
Review

Cold Coffee Press Endorsement:

• 'Lynx" (book one) in Connie Vines' Rodeo Romance series for the romantic and young at heart. coldcoffeepress.com


Highly Recommended. "A worthy addition to anyone's book collection."
~ Under the Cover Reviews


"Instant Action/Sizzling Attraction!"
~Affair de Coeur Magazine

"Connie has a wonderful gift for making her characters come alive for her readers."

"A rare find. A must read!"
~Word Museum 

Description
Trouble is something hard-edged rancher, Brede Kristensen, knows all about. A widower with a rambunctious young daughter, a ranch to run and an ornery cook who has just runoff, Brede doesn’t need another problem. Yet in the midst of a violent storm, he finds an injured woman. The beautiful woman can’t recall her name or her past, but Brede vows to protect her from harm. What he hadn’t bargained for was her laughter and gentleness finding a way into the lonely corners of his heart.

Beaten and left for dead, Amberlynn Maddox has no memory of her past. Accepting Brede’s offer as temporary ranch cook, the woman, now called Kate, discovers the sexy rancher with his protective nature and sizzling kisses has claimed her heart. When a madman discovers Amberlynn’s hiding place, no one is safe from harm: not Brede, his young daughter—or Amberlynn herself!

“Ms Vines has written a suspenseful romantic tale. Brede and Amberlynn are very strong and likeable characters. Brede’s daughter, Gretchen, adds a lot to the story. The ranch hands are very colorful and fun, especially Caldwell, the ornery cook. His elopement had me laughing out loud! This is a very entertaining story.
Rating: 4 cups for “Brede” Rodeo Romance, Book 2
Maura, CoffeeTimeRomance and Find Out About New Books

“’Brede’ is an emotionally involving thrilling suspense filled with passion and romance. The characters a fully developed and will have the reader caring about the outcome. . .A wonderful heartfelt story that will thrill the readers.
5 Hearts
Anita, The Romance Studio

4 Quills!
A must read, Novelspot.com


Book trailers
https://m.youtube.com/user/novelsbyconnievines

Friday, May 18, 2018

Friday's Guest - Connie Vines - Who She Was Before #MFRWauthor #Books We Love LTD #YA/Teen #Cowboys #Native Americans


1.       What were you in life before you became a writer?

When I was in the second grade I asked Santa for a filing cabinet for Christmas.  Not a huge filing cabinet-- two drawer suited my needs perfectly.  You see I needed a place to store my stories, sketches, and the sort.  That was all I wanted.  If I recall correctly, my letter was printed was neatly as thick school pencil would allow.  I even sketch a rather crooked filing cabinet in case Santa wasn’t wearing his glasses.  I repeated my preference to my mother, often.  Since my father a career naval officer and deployed on a submarine, we always prayed he’d be home for Christmas.

Well, my father arrived home a few days before Christmas Eve.  So, I knew we were Blessed.  But children love the magic and excitement of Christmas.  And when Christmas morning arrived and I tip-toed around the edges of decorated Scot’s Pine Christmas tree the only box with my name on it (aside from the customary box of P.J.s, Christmas stocking, and trinkets) was a not-a-very-large brightly wrapped box.

A little bit of confusion assaulted me.  Where was my real gift from Santa?

One of my parents handed me the box.  I can’t recall which one, because my mind was trying to unravel what was going on.  Everyone was waiting.  And my sister, a toddler, was helping me by tearing a corner of the paper with her sticky fingers and my mother as helping me lift the lid off the white box.

Suddenly, I was staring into the box.  A doll?  Santa brought me a doll.  Why?  Being the eldest of five children, (well, three children that Christmas), a toy that cried, wet a diaper, and demanded to be fed was not on my sonar.  What was I going to do this doll?  Where was my file cabinet? 

I was encouraged to play with my ‘gift’ during the remainder of my Christmas vacation.
To be honest, I didn’t carry the doll around.  I held her by one foot, dragging her head along in the dirt when I was instructed to go outside and play.  There photos of me I holding neglected doll in my arms. 
My father must have instructed my mother not to reprimand me.  He knew I wasn’t a ribbons and baby-doll type of girl.  
I don’t recall what happed to the doll.  I never did get a filing cabinet.  I did receive a diary and scents pens on my birthday.  My mother’s Nancy Drew books were shipped from Chicago by my grandmother.  And my father brought a home a small portable typewriter when he returned from sea duty the following Christmas.
As to the second part of the question, I believe my entire life influenced my writing.  Since I have always been aware of my surroundings, peoples’ reactions, and being an ‘outsider/ always the new kid’ I attended 9 schools by the 3rd grade; 18 by my Sophomore year of high school, I was adaptable.
2.        
Are you genre specific or general?
I began writing for the children’s magazine market—fiction and nonfiction.  I still write YA/Teen fiction and education material. 
I wrote my first YA novel and contemporary romance at the same time and both were published within a year of each other.
I have benefited from both a rural and suburban life.  My father’s people are from Texas; my mother’s family from Chicago, Ill. with roots in Prague and Bohemia.  Currently, I reside in southern California but I have lived in San Francisco, La Jolla, Charleston, Orlando, a small town in the panhandle of Texas, and Williamsburg.
I write romance: contemporary, historical, suspense, humor, fantasy, time-travel and sweet YA/tween romance.
Western/Cowboy/Native American heroes are featured in many of my novels because I am familiar with these settings and cultures.
3.        My latest releases(s):
Tanayia—Whisper upon the Water
Tanayia—Un Mumullo Sobre el Agua  (Spanish translation)

4.        What am I working on now?
Gumbo Ya Ya—an anthology for women who like romance Cajun
Bell, Book, & Gargoyle, Book 2 of my Sassy & Fun Fantasy Series
Cochise, Book 3, Rodeo Romance Series.
5.        Where can you find me?
My publisher is BWL Publishing, Inc.
From my website there are links to my:  Web Blog, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and  guest blog appearances.  You are also able to view my book trailers.

Thank you, Janet for having me as your guest blogger today.  I’ll be back again tomorrow, too!
Connie Vines

Friday, September 6, 2013

Just A Few Lines by Connie Vines

A Few Lines From. . . Connie Vines
Brede swallowed, trying to ignore the thick, tight feeling wedged in his throat.  He didn't welcome the onslaught of emotion that filled his chest and caused him to stroke her jaw with an unsteady finger tip.  He reminded himself that he didn't need to be involved in her problems; he had enough of his own.  As soon as the roads were passable, he'd get her to a doctor and the police could take care of the rest.

Still, no matter how hard he tried to remove himself from the situation, he kept remembering how fragile she'd seemed in his arms.  he felt as if he'd carried a sparrow, all feathers and tiny bones, out of the gully.

 
 
 
 
 
 

Connie Vines
Expect the UnExpected!
https://twitter.com/connie_vines

Stop back next week for a few lines from Joan Hall Hovey.