Today's "Author Spotlight" is on multi-published, contemporary romance author, E. Ayers. I'm delighted to have her on my blog today, and she has graciously offered to give each and everyone who joins my
newsletter, or comments here, a free download of one of her titles. Thank you so much E!
So grab your choice of beverage, pull up a chair and settle in. You're sure to find something to tickle your reading fancy from such a prolific author.
And now, a little about E. Ayers...
I love a good book and I believe in true love...
Combining the two seems simple, but it's not. I write stories about people who live in today's world and find real love. Within the industry, it's called slice of life. I write about the romantic slice and with it comes everything else that life throws our way. Fairy tales are for children and adults know better. There is no magic wand, but love holds its own magic and for each person it's quite different. For some it might be love at first sight and for others it's a gradual thing. Each person experiences love differently because we are all diverse. It's not a one-size fits all world so my books don't have stereotypical characters. I know all about love at first sight because it happened to me. Well, not exactly, it took a whole evening for me to realize that I was falling in love. What followed was a tale that no one would believe but many years, two daughters, and two granddaughters later my true love died. I put our wedding bands in a box , but the love that we shared still lingers.Writing is something I do. I write and always have. I loved essays in school. I wrote long letters to friends when I moved far away. I wrote for a newspaper. Poetry comes easily to me and I love limericks, but I only know one that isn't dirty! I never learned about Haiku until my granddaughter was in elementary school and I found that to be fun, but I love the sing-song rhymes of Dr. Seuss and Robert Louis Stevenson, and the fantastic sway of the words in Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven.As a child books were my friends and my company. TV was limited and I lived in the country so there wasn't a neighborhood filled with other children my age. My weekends and summers were filled with books dragged home from the small local library. Moby Dick and Billy Budd along with a host of other sea stories fed my adventurous side. Tales of the Wild West made me yearn for the other side of the Mississippi River and naturally I was a horse fan so anything having to do with a horse was scoffed up and quickly read. Many years later, I fell in love with the movie The Pagemaster because I completely related to the characters becoming alive and the concept of living in books.My little dark secret is my imagination. I made up playmates as a child, but it never stopped when I became an adult. Now these characters can come to life in books. In fact, having a quiet cup of coffee anymore is near impossible as often these characters demand to be allowed to tell their stories. It's gotten so bad I've had to shove a manuscript to one side while I wrote another story. Yes, they can be demanding. But I promise I'm perfectly normal. Aside from my family and my writing friends, no one actually knows I'm an author. I like it that way. There's real life and then there is my life as an author.~**~
With Halloween fast approaching, what could be more appropriate than a strange encounter with a muscled hunk in a skeleton suit to make a woman's heart rate soar? Pick up a copy of
A Skeleton at Her Door to find out what happens next!
(novella)
Blurb
When Angie opens her door on Halloween she finds a six-foot tall skeleton on her doorstep. Trick or Treat?
Excerpt
The peephole revealed a man in a skeleton costume. Angie laughed and opened the door. "Omigod, Matt, come in. You look a little bony. Did you lose weight? Where did you get that costume?" She turned and called up the stairs of the tiny two-bedroom townhouse that she shared with her daughter, "Lissy, come see Matt in his Halloween costume." She turned back to her neighbor. Every speck of his face was covered in black and white paint, including the lips that were painted like teeth. "Who painted your face? They did a phenomenal job."The skeleton never answered. "Afraid to talk for fear of messing it up?" The skeleton nodded. She stared at the incredible hunk standing before her in his skintight, black and white costume with a hood. It looked like something a skater would wear during the Olympics. "Geezzz, if you weren't such a baby compared to me and didn't have a steady girl, I'd be all over you. Really, Matt, you need to show off those muscles more often. You're hot! Very hot! Talk about jumping bones." She giggled. "Oh yeah!" She fanned her face with her hand and grinned. "Lissy, get down here!" "Coming," a young voice hollered back. At the sound of footsteps, Angie turned and watched her young daughter come down the stairs. Seeing the child's face was worth it. "Wow!" Lissy's eyes grew round with amazement. She sat on a step so she was equal in height to the man standing by their front door. "But, Mommy, Matt has blue eyes and this skeleton has brownish eyes." Angie turned back to the man and he shrugged. Panic rose in her. Had she opened her door to a complete stranger? "You're not Matt?" The man shook his head and then motioned for a piece of paper and pen. She stepped backwards a few feet and picked up a pencil and notebook that her daughter had left next to the sofa. She didn't dare take her eyes off of him. He obviously wasn't carrying a weapon and there wasn't anyplace to even hide a key in that tight costume. But he had enough muscles on him to probably snap her in half like a twig. Cautiously she handed him the notebook and pencil. Sorry, where does Matt live? I'm his friend. Thought he said 128 B. He passed the notebook and pen back to her. "One twenty-eight D as in dog, two more doors that way." She pointed the direction with her index finger. The man nodded and left. Angie felt her lungs releasing air as her stomach unknotted. "Oh, Lissy, I thought it was Matt. He said he was going to that charity Halloween party." "Mommy, you always say never to open the door to a stranger." "You're right, honey. I broke my own rule. And we got lucky."
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Other Available Titles by E. Ayers
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(novella)
“I hate you, Dickie Warren.” Chloe Langston remembered the sentiment in high school. Realizing Dickie is Rich Warren her boss, old prejudices come forward. Will Rich convince Chloe to let go of the childhood misunderstanding that stands between them? Will he prove there’s a fine line between love and hate?
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(novella)
Start with a house at the beach. Stir together a widow who still felt married, an irresponsible cousin, a misconception, an opportunity of a lifetime, a few tears, and a little humor. Add a generous amount of rain, plenty of sunshine, a love of sailing, and three children with very different problems. Put it all together in Mariner's Cove, then watch the friendship grow, and true love blossom.
A River City Novel
If you ask businessman Mac McGuire, he'll tell you this is his story. He fell head over heels in love with Amanda Conner, an unfettered beauty with a turbulent past. Wanting her is one thing, gaining her trust is another. From the violence of River City’s housing projects, to the glamorous digs of the downtown, and out to the lake district, this is one time that his money isn't working in his favor.
A River City Novel
When Patrick Makowllen, a conservative investment adviser takes on the gifted artist Dallas Nixon, she destroys his budget, turns his life upside down, and tarnishes his sterling reputation. In spite of the chaos, she colors his life with more love and passion then he ever dreamed possible.
Coming Soon!
A Snowy Christmas in Wyoming
A Challenge (A River City Novel)
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