Right now, you can preorder the ebook version of Ring in the Holidays for just $4.99 or less at Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, and pretty much every place but Amazon. (So sorry for any inconvenience, but my books are still stuck in the war between Amazon and Hachette.) This price will only last until release day. So preorder now and on September 30th receive Matthew and Ellie’s holiday love story!
At the end of the summer, I always have regrets: I should’ve written more. I should’ve read more. I should’ve exercised more. And I really should’ve gone camping and enjoyed the great outdoors more. I always forget that I’m pretty much a city girl who runs screaming when a fly buzzes around her head because I’m convinced it’s a bee. I’ve been on numerous camping trips in my life–and I’m not talking luxury condos and cabins, but honest-to-goodness tent-pitching, fire-building, freeze-your-butt-off camping trips–and not one ended with me happily singing Kumbaya around a campfire. Here are a few Katie camping incidents: rolling down a mountain, almost catching myself on fire, falling in a creek, getting bitten by a mysterious bug and leg swelling, running into a bear, torrential rains with leaking tent, and burning the roof of my mouth with s’mores because I couldn’t wait to taste that gooey goodness. And still, all it takes is seeing a cute little camper on Pinterest for me to start daydreaming about going camping again. It’s a good thing Hubba knows me so well. This year when I brought it up, he turned the television channel to Naked and Afraid. After three episodes, I remembered why I don’t like camping. And since I have no pictures of my camping trip fiascos. Here are some pictures of cute little campers. And one for Roo:o)
I spent this last week in San Antonio for the Romance Writers of America conference. It’s a time for writers to hone their skills at workshops, network with publishers, agents, and publicists, and pretty much party down with their friends.:o)
Some of you might already be aware of how increasingly difficult it has become to order, pre-order, and receive promptly my (and other authors’) books from Amazon. This is due to a breakdown in negotiations between Amazon and my publisher Hachette Book Group. While I have no control over these negotiations, I do have control over my little corner of the world. (We won’t discuss how Roo races out the door every time I open it and makes me chase her down the street.) Right now, I am busy writing a new series that will be filled with all the love, laughter, and happily-ever-afters you’ve come to expect from a Katie Lane novel. For this opportunity, and all your support over the years, I am deeply grateful.:o)
And if you want to buy one of my paperbacks and don’t want to wait 4 to 6 weeks you can get them here:
Or ebooks here:
This ebook box set includes full-length novels from SIX different authors–me included! All for just $3.99!! It’s a great deal and a great way to try new authors…and hot cowboys.:o)
This year, I’m joining in the fight for the cure of diabetes by donating this cute leather purse, matching wallet, and my entire backlist of the Deep in the Heart of Texas series to Brenda Novak’s charity auction for the cure of diabetes. (May 1st thru 31st 2014) And my prize package is only one of many that you can bid on and win. We’re talking iPads, Kindles, Nooks, cruises, gift cards, jewelry, designer purses, and books galore! So take the time to stop by and bid. Not only will you be helping to discover a cure for diabetes, you could win!!
Kathleen O’Donnell and Terra Oenning! Kathleen won a $50 Amazon gift card. And Terra won the hot cowboy apron and book. Congrats, Ladies! More giveaways to come so be sure to sign up for my newsletter!
My sixth book in the Deep in the Heart of Texas series is out today! If you want to read Brianne and Dusty’s story, all you have to do is go to the top of this page (to the right of A Match Made in Texas cover image) and click your preferred retail button :o)
Here’s where I’ll be for my A Match Made in Texas blog tour. You’ll find reviews about the book, fun interviews, and wa-a-ay too much information about me. Ha! You’ll also have a chance to win a free copy of A Match Made in Texas at each stop. If you’re feeling a little shy about stopping by, that’s okay. But I want you to know that all these folks are friendly and love to meet new readers. And of course, I always enjoy chatting with you :o)
If you haven’t joined in the fun of Miss Hattie’s Henhouse, now’s your chance. The ebook version of Trouble in Texas is only $1.99 through March 16, 2014!
Here’s a sneak peek:
“Henhouse Rule #11: No man stays past his welcome.
There was a man in Elizabeth’s bed.
A man with huge feet that dangled off the end and an armspan that took up the entire width of her double mattress. Elizabeth was pinned beneath one of those arms. Pinned like a butterfly to a display board, she was unable to do more than stare at the ceiling and try to figure out how she had ended up in this position.
She wasn’t some impulsive woman who was easily swept off her feet. In fact, Elizabeth wasn’t impulsive at all. She prided herself on her rational thinking. Before she made any decision, she always did her homework, weighed the pros and cons, and considered every angle.
So what had made a rational woman act so irrational?
The answer came quickly enough. Shifting in his sleep, Brant’s fingers brushed the lower swell of her breast, and every nerve ending in Elizabeth’s body tingled to attention.
It seemed that while the mind could be rational, the physical body had no such ability. It functioned only on its senses.
And the man who lay next to her knew how to cover all five. He looked delectable even with morning stubble. Smelled as good as freshly baked bread. Tasted better than Josephine’s rhubarb pie. Touched her in a way that made her mindless. And whispered naughty sweet nothings that could have the strongest woman melting at his feet. Elizabeth couldn’t help but wonder if this was how Miss Hattie had started her life of sin. With one very sexy cowboy who knew his way around a woman’s body.”