Tuesday, July 12, 2011

RELEASE DAY!!! To Urn Her Love - Elaina Lee

The lives of people were forever changed on March 11, 2011, and on April 27th, 2011.

On March 11th, a 8.9 magnitude earthquake and 30 foot tsunami wave hit Japan's eastern coast, causing unprecedented damage and taking thousands of lives. The Red Cross lists the struggles families and individuals are still facing, homeless, jobless and some having to completely relocate because of the nuclear emergency with the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Plant.

On April 27th, 2011, and EF-5 tornado, spanning a mile and a half wide, tore through the city of Tuscaloosa. The tornado didn't stop there though, but continued for 80 miles, leaving a visible line through the state of Alabama. The state, already weakened by a series of severe storms and straight-lined winds, suffered considerable damage. At least 28 tornado's touched down that day.

The storm system started on April 25th and ended on April 28th. During that period there were 335 confirmed tornadoes across the country that resulted in an estimated 346 deaths. Tuscaloosa had one of the four largest in that system.

Months have passed since that horrible day. Still though, people continue to remove remnants of their lives that managed to survive the destruction. Just now, as of July 9th, we saw progress in the city. Shingles were being put back on roofs. Homes that had been condemned were being torn down. Lots of work remains though, and people continue to need your help. These images were taken by my husband on Saturday, July 9th -

I am so happy and proud to announce the release of my short story, To Urn Her Love, available from Astraea Press as a charity novella. 100% OF THE PROCEEDS WILL BENEFIT THE VICTIMS OF THE ALABAMA TORNADO'S. Please take a moment to check out my story, which is a $3.00 donation to purchase.

I'm also going to share with you Sarah Ballance's novella, which also released today. 100% OF HER PROCEEDS GO TO BENEFIT THE VICTIMS OF THE JAPAN EARTHQUAKE.

Be sure to stay until the very end, where you can learn about great prizes and giveaways we're doing!

Thank you!

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy
Length- 39 pages (10k)
Heat Level - Sweet
Sexual Orientation - M/F
Content Warning -

Blurb -

Caylie Abrahms bad day gets worse when the teen brother she's responsible for proudly hands her a gift. Just wanting to show how much he appreciates all his sister does for him, Kyle steals what he believes is an ornate glass vase. The gift is anything but however, and now Caylie has to find the owner of an urn. Worst yet, she has to explain her dear brother stole someone's loved one.

Against all odds she learns the urn belongs to Rick Marshall, her best friend from college, the man she'd poured her heart out to and been rejected by. She never thought she'd see him again, let alone have to hand him back his father in glass. Will her resolve remain strong in his presence, or will she suffer another broken heart?

Excerpt -

In silence, they walked the corridor flanking the stairs to the

second story. Kyle stayed behind, digging through the plate of

refreshments. They passed two doors and Caylie began to wonder

just how large his home was. She dared not look around too much,

afraid she'd grow jealous and feel even more insignificant than she

already did. There were no disillusions in her life, she knew she

was poor. Never before though had she felt impoverished. Until

now. However, she did keep a roof over hers and Kyle's head and

they never went without a meal. Those were at least things she

could be proud of. He opened a door to the left and motioned


ʺOn the desk. May I ask first though, who you're calling?"

With a sheepish smile, she held up the card. ʺA cab, I...

accidentally locked my keys in my car this afternoon."

He stepped inside and closed the door. ʺI can give you a ride


Shaking her head, she took the card between both her hands

and stared down at it. Anything not to look at him and his way too

handsome face and the body that proved he did hard labor. A few

strands of gray stood out in his dark brown hair, slight lines

appeared when he smiled, but other than that, the man was still

dangerously good-looking. Only now he had a few years that took

away that fresh-from-school look and a filled out frame that came

with manhood. Alone in a room with him was so not where she

wanted to be.

ʺI couldn't possibly ask for anything more from you. We

have done more than enough."

ʺNo," he said softly and the light, musky scent of his cologne

filled her nose as he moved closer. ʺYour brother has done enough.

You did nothing but return what was stolen, hours after it

happened, I might add. You did me a huge favor, especially since

my mother happened to show up to get a good look at the urn."

ʺSomething you wouldn't have even had to worry about if

my brother hadn't taken it in the first place." She shook her head

and put some distance between them, moving towards the phone.

ʺI'm sorry, I can't accept anything else from you. Agreeing not to

press charges and then giving my brother an opportunity to do

some good...it's more than enough, more than I could thank you


Before she could reach the phone, his hand wrapped around

her upper arm. His touch sent waves of longing through her body.

Not wanting to feel anything stronger, she brushed his hand away,

thankful he released her without hesitation. His eyes darkened

with anger and something she couldn't place and wasn't sure if she wanted to.

Want to know more? Follow this link to donate and find out! To Urn Her Love

Hawthorne - Sarah Ballance

Book Specifics -

Genre - Paranormal Romance

Length - 10k

Heat Level - Sweet

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Content Warning -

Blurb -

After a terrifying encounter with the unexplained, it took ten years and the news of her grandmother’s passing for Emma Grace Hawthorne to return to her childhood home. She sought peace in saying a proper goodbye, but what she found was an old love, a sordid family history, and a wrong only she could right.

Living in the shadow of Hawthorne Manor, Noah Garrett never forgot about Emma Grace. In a house full of secrets, his search for missing documents revealed a truth that could cost him everything. What he found gave Emma the freedom to walk away from the mansion, her heart free and clear, but at what price to Noah?

Excerpt -

The car slowed to a stop and a decade's worth of memories tumbled onto the sun-blanched asphalt.

Hawthorne Manor.

The hand-painted sign hadn't changed in years. In the thick, damp air filling the Louisiana landscape, the wood display remain inexplicably unaffected. There it sat—every meticulously scripted letter as crisp and clean as the stark white walls of the manor it lauded, oblivious to the passage of time.

Emma Hawthorne tensed in the seat of the Mustang convertible, staring at her past with ice sluicing her spine Anywhere else, the view would have been gorgeous. The drive, lined on both sides with live oak laden with Spanish moss, was the South personified. At the end, Hawthorne Manor held court. Pristine, proud, the boastful antebellum home beamed, lording over its acreage.

But it harbored the unspeakable. No amount of time could erase what happened to her on the other side of the expanse of green lawn. Nothing could change what she'd seen there. Some might say she was crazy—that she'd imagined or invented the whole ordeal—but her scars were all the proof she needed. Whether the shadows lurking behind the façade of the picturesque plantation were real or born of an overactive imagination, there was no way she was going back into that house.

Especially not for a dead woman.

Sparing a glance in the rearview, Emma steeled herself against a trembling in her hands that threatened to overtake her body. She released a pent-up breath, her heart settling into a less acrobatic rhythm at the thought of leaving. She didn't have to stay here.

Let the South win this one. She was going home.

A split second after she decided to go, something caught her eye. She blinked, trying to see through the swaying canopy of leaves and moss, certain a figure stood atop the widow's walk straddling the roofline of the house. But no one—

Something brushed the car, rocking it. Swallowing panic, Emma tried to tear her focus from Hawthorne Manor, but fear kept her from looking anywhere else. Time and distance hadn't done her any favors; she was a fool for coming anywhere near this place, much less with the ragtop down.

The car rocked harder. The something refused to be ignored.

Fighting the grip of panic tightening her throat—fighting the ghosts of her past—Emma forced herself to look away from the house, toward the intrusion over her left shoulder.

The first thing she saw was an aged set of gnarled fingers resting on the door, blue automotive paint showing through an ugly translucence.

The second was the face—withered, centurion, and expressionless. Haunting.



Emma screamed.


It couldn't be her.

Noah Garrett tore down the drive, slapping through a muggy afternoon haze comprised of mosquitoes and humidity. He couldn't know that scream, but he felt the connection the moment the sound of her fear pierced the thick air.

Emma Grace.

The one reason he allowed himself to stagnate on the old plantation, long after life and reason moved on without him. Long after she had.

A blue Mustang sat at the end of the driveway. He wondered if it could be hers—even as he knew it impossible—but she was nowhere in sight.

He slowed to a trot. The sprint left him drenched with sweat and not entirely disappointed his imagination had gotten away from him. His dream of one more chance to see Emma Grace had never included himself as a dripping mess. He wiped the moisture from his brow, fast concluding the car must belong to a tourist. They often parked at the end of the drive and took pictures of the condescending mansion most thought beautiful. He assumed the intrusion seemed small to their frequent guests, but the constant ding of the hidden bell announcing a visitor could drive a man to the edge.

As if losing Emma Grace hadn't already accomplished that.

Noah closed in on the convertible, giving the nearby grounds a cursory look. The lawn was meticulous, the beds overflowing with sprays of purple garden phlox which trailed around the bend in the road and disappeared. A riot of white and rust-red irises backed the smaller purple flowers, their leaves deep green and glossy. Overhead, Spanish moss swayed only occasionally atop a maze of live oak, more likely a result of a passing swarm of insects than an actual air current. The land was still. If there were tourists snapping photos of the historic plantation—or doing anything else—he didn't see them. But someone had been there, the seemingly familiar scream so real.

Wasn't it always?

Resigned to another night alone with his memories, Noah pivoted.

And found himself nose to nose with Emma Grace.

Astounded, he opened his mouth, then closed it. He wanted to reach for her, but his arms refused the notion; they hung uselessly by his sides, the effort futile. His mouth wasn't much on cooperation, either. Finally, he found his tongue. "Em—"

Her expression cut him off. Green eyes wide, skin pale, her small frame shaking, she spoke. "I saw her, Noah. She's back." The words, nearly soundless, seemed to catch in the thick air. Lingering. Threatening.

And ripping the heart from his chest.

Want to know what happens next? Follow this link to donate and find out! Hawthorne

To learn more about Sarah Ballance, be sure to visit her BLOG and WEBSITE.

Thank you for checking out Sarah and I's books! I'd also like to share with you how YOU can win a gift card to Amazon or Barnes and Noble! Also, if you've already purchased your copy of either To Urn Her Love or Hawthorne, send Sarah (sarah at sarahballance dot com) or I (forthemusedesigns at gmail dot com) an email, we have a SPECIAL Thank You gift, for FREE, just to show how much we appreciate your support. Now the contest specifics:

Every comment on our individual blogs or guest blog posts from July 12 through August 8 will double as an entry into a weekly drawing for a $10 gift e-certificate or a free e-book. Winners will be announced on their blogs and contacted via e-mail. As an additional token of appreciation for your support, if you have purchased either of their titles you are invited to contact Elaina or Sarah for a free gift (while supplies last).

Thank you!!!



  1. Thank you so much for being willing to team with me to get the word out on these novellas. It's been fun working with you, and it's so hard to believe release day is here! Your pictures of AL are just heartbreaking ... they really drive home the destruction for me, as I'm too far away to see it in person. I hope all of AP's charity titles sell like crazy! What a great thing they're doing, and I'm proud to be a part of it. ;c) Thank YOU for getting me into this one, LOL.

  2. Well thanks for agreeing! I don't think I would have pulled it off had you not emailed every other day with your word count... seriously. :-) I've had great fun and I'm really glad I did this too!

  3. This a fantastic idea! Love it...getting my copy!

  4. Thank you, Rue! If the links don't work yet, just check back. :-) I'll post when they're working. Be sure to email either Sarah or I if you want your free thank you gift!

  5. Both books sound wonderful and enticing, and I'll be hopping over to obtain both. I'm in awe of AP's charity books and the authors who participate.

    Elaina, your pictures are heartbreaking.

  6. Thank you, Sherry! I am so proud to be apart of a publisher who cares so greatly for others. It's really something special. And to belong to such an amazing group of authors who donate their words to help others. :-)

  7. Congrats!! Both books look great. Can't wait to read them.