Monday, January 18, 2016

BookBub and other fun stuff!

 
Hi Readers,

I wanted to let you all know that I have a BookBub page. https://www.bookbub.com/authors/anne-rainey Click the link and hit the 'follow' button to keep up with all my new and upcoming releases!



Also, I felt A Diamond at Midnight wasn't really up for free very long so I've made it available to you all again for FREE. Grab this paranormal romance while you can!  http://www.amazon.com/Diamond-at-Midnight-Anne-Rainey-ebook/dp/B004MMEFEE/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

And a quick reminder, Loving Amber is up for pre-order on Amazon Kindle for $0.99. It's the first story in my Morgan County Trilogy.


Loving Amber by Anne Rainey
Format: Ebook
Length: Novella
Release date: February 26, 2016

Description
She’s about to get up close and personal…
Amber is seriously overworked and in bad need of a vacation. At first she’s thinking a week in sultry Miami might do the trick. But when the sexy and mysterious Sean Gunner moves in next door, Amber decides a stay-cation is just the sort of break she needs. His dark hair and bedroom eyes give her lots of sinful ideas. And not even Amber’s nuisance of an ex-husband is going to derail her from getting up close and personal with the hottie next door.

Sean moved to the small burb for some much needed peace and quiet to work on his latest novel. But there’s just something about Amber. When she bakes him a batch of cookies to welcome him to the neighborhood, Sean sees it as a chance to get to know the sexy woman a little better. Later, Sean is forced to come to Amber’s rescue and save her from her ex, Sean finds he’s loath to ignore the sensual woman. In fact, before Amber’s vacation is over Sean intends to leave the woman breathless and begging for more.

Pre-order here: http://www.amazon.com/Loving-Amber-Morgan-County-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B01A7KGS0S/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Read Chapter One

NOTE: And get a glimpse at the next two books in the trilogy, Teasing Rachael and Enticing Tabitha HERE


Happy reading,
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Friday, January 15, 2016

Wade's Way--Installment 4

Hi Readers,

Sorry for the delay in getting the fourth installment up, but here it is and I truly hope you enjoy it! :)



Two weeks later…

 
Wade glanced down at the address on his phone, then back up at the giant two-story with the wraparound porch. “This is the place,” he told his brother, who hadn’t stopped texting since they got in the truck.

 
Garrett looked out the windshield and his eyes widened. “Damn, that’s a lot of house. Didn’t you say the woman lives here alone?”

 
Wade nodded as he took in the impressive two-story. “When I talked to her on the phone she told me her grandmother owned it, but she passed away recently.”

 
“Uh-huh,” Garrett mumbled as he continued to stare. “Built in the 1800s for sure. By the looks of that porch I’d say there hasn’t been a lot of TLC given to her.”

 
“I didn’t get a clear picture of how much Miss Donner is willing to do to her now, but she seemed eager to get started.” Wade put the truck in gear and drove down the driveway. As he drew closer, he noticed another truck parked in front of a detached garage. A very familiar truck. “Tell me that’s not Dane,” he bit out.

 
Garrett cursed under his breath. “That piece of shit.”

 
As they pulled in next to Dane, a high pitched voice caught his attention. Wade glanced over and saw Dane nearly stumble down the front porch steps. A woman came striding out of the house and pointed at Dane. She said something that Wade couldn’t make out; her frustrated expression was clear as day even if the words she uttered weren’t.

 
“Well, she doesn’t look too happy,” Garrett said with a pleased smile. “If this is Miss Donner I like her already.”

 
“No shit,” Wade replied. “She must have been getting an estimate from him.”

 
Garrett chuckled. “Yeah, and clearly didn’t like what he had to offer.”

 
They watched as Dane turned and headed toward his truck. Just as Dane grabbed the door handle, Garrett cleared his throat. Dane’s head shot up. When he spotted Garrett and Wade, Dane quickly hid his irritation behind a fake smile. “So, she’s shopping around, huh?”

 
“Seems that way,” Garrett answered, he pointed toward the woman standing on the porch. “And from the looks of things you’re already out of the running.”

 
Dane’s smile vanished. “She’ll come around once she realizes her choices are limited.”

 
“You keep telling yourself that,” Garrett replied as he got out of the truck and leaned against the door. “Nice seein’ ya again, buddy.”

 
Dane didn’t respond, merely got in behind the wheel and sped off.

 
Wade killed the engine and came around to meet Garrett. “One of these days you’re going to antagonize the wrong person, little brother.”

 
Garrett shook his head. “That guy just makes me see red. He’s such a sleazy bastard.”

 
“Put it out of your head for now. We have a client and we can’t afford to have her chasing us off. Our business just might depend on this remodel.”

 
As they approached the front porch, Wade got a better look at Miss Donner. The floral sundress she wore was perfectly appropriate for the August heat. And it didn’t do a damn thing to conceal her lush curves. Her light brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, which made her appear too damn young for him to be ogling. Her skin was fair and she had a long scar down one side of her face. It looked fairly new and Wade wondered if she were in pain. When she caught him staring her lips stiffened. He could well imagine how often she caught people staring.

 
Wade smiled and held out his hand. “Wade Jackson from Wade and Garrett’s Building and Remodeling.”

 
The woman hesitated a moment, then reached out to shake his hand. Her skin was soft and it made him acutely aware of how rough he was in comparison. “Bride Donner,” she replied, her voice every bit as soft as the rest of her. “Thank you for coming.”

 
Wade pointed toward his brother. “And this is Garrett.”

 
She nodded in his direction, then looked from one to the other and smiled. “Brothers?”

 
“Yes, Ma’am,” Garrett replied. “Pleased to meet you.”

 
She smiled finally, which pleased the hell out of Wade. He didn’t want her uncomfortable around him. “Call me Bride. Ma’am makes me feel old.” She opened the screen door. “Come on in. I just got a batch of peanut butter cookies out of the oven.”

 
“Now you’re talking,” Garrett replied as he entered the house and sniffed the air. “Smells delicious.”

 
“Let’s hope they taste good too,” she said as she brought them to the kitchen.

 
Wade followed behind, silently assessing the house and it’s condition. It was lived-in, for sure. And it didn’t appear that there’d been many, if any, upgrades over the years. He wondered just how big this job was going to be. That brought his thoughts back to Dane. “I couldn’t help but notice Dane leaving. He didn’t look too happy either.”

 
She rolled her eyes. “He’s an annoying and pushy jerk. Five minutes into the conversation and he was acting as if he’d already gotten the job. That’s not someone I care to work with.”

 
Her breathy, bedroom voice was sexy as hell and Wade had to force himself to concentrate on the job rather than how sensual she sounded. As she brought the plate of cookies to the table, Wade and Garrett both sat down. Garrett dug right in. God, his manners sucked. Wade kicked him under the tablet and Garrett glared at him.

 
“So, before discuss the house, we might as well get the number one question out of the way,” Bride said, as she handed them each a napkin.

 
Wade frowned, not following her train of thought. “Come again?”

 
“My scar. I know you’re both curious as to how it got there.” Her expression said she’d gotten plenty of questions about it from strangers. The thought pissed him off. Curiosity was one thing, but asking the woman about something that was clearly painful to her was despicable.

 
“That’s your business. You don’t have to talk about it,” he said, hoping to ease her mind.

 
Garrett spoke up then. “Wade’s right. In fact, I’m more interested in getting the recipe for these cookies. I

 
She smiled. “You’re both so kind, but if we’re going to work together then we might as well get it out in the open.”

 
Wade liked her already. She was fearless the way she’d handled Dane and she was totally open with the topic of her scar. “Is it painful?” Wade asked, hoping it didn’t cause her any discomfort.

 
She touched the pink, jagged line. “Sometimes,” she admitted. “If I laugh or smile too much. I do have pain medicine, but I hate taking it. It makes me drowsy.”

 
Wade winced. He didn’t like the idea of her in pain. “I’m sorry.”

 
“Thank you,” she replied. “I was in a car accident and now I have this as a constant reminder.” She tapped her cheek a moment before standing and moving to the fridge. “So, now that we have that out of the way, what would you two like to drink? We have water, iced tea and beer.”

 
“Water’s fine, thanks,” Wade answered. Garrett replied with the same and helped himself to another cookie. How he kept from sporting a spare tire was a mystery to Wade.

 
When she bent and grabbed the water, Wade got a good view of her backside. “This house belonged to my grandmother,” she said. “After she passed it went to my mom and my Aunt Jane.”

 
“And you’re looking to do some upgrades?” Garrett asked, clearly less distracted by the sight of Bride moving about the kitchen. Get your head in the game, damn it.

 
“Yes. I’ve been entrusted to deal with my grandmother’s things, as well as fix up the house.” She sat down across from them and continued. “My grandmother wasn’t really a part of our lives. This house would bring back too many bad memories for mom and Aunt June.”

 
“Are you looking to get it ready to sell?” Wade asked.

 
“Right now, I’m only looking to bring it into this century.” She shook her head. “The bathroom fixtures are ancient. The living room carpet is a 70s shag. And that’s only the beginning.”

 
“Are you here alone? You aren’t married?” He held his breath, unsure why it mattered. Hell, that was a lie. He was attracted to her. Mixing business and pleasure? Bad idea. His brain knew that, but the rest of him didn’t much give a shit.

 
She snorted. “No, I’m not married. As a matter of fact, the guy I dated recently wasn’t a real fan of my scar. I kicked him to the curb and here I am.”

 
Wade was too damn happy to hear she was single. He tamped down his mounting desire and pushed away from the table, then got to his feet. “Well, how about you give me the two cent tour and we can see just how big this project is?”

 
Bride and Garrett both stood. Bride smiled and said. “It’s going to be a very time-consuming project, but that’s exactly what I need right now.” She started out of the room, then stopped and turned. “You’re hired, by the way. Figured I should get that out there and make it official.”

 
Wade liked the sound of that, but he didn’t want Bride being too hasty either. “Not that I don’t love the sound of that, but I do think you should get a few more bids.”

 
She stiffened her spine and replied, “I’ve already made up my mind. I want you and that’s that.”


Damn, he liked the sound of that. Too friggin’ much.


Happy reading,
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Wednesday, January 06, 2016

Loving Amber--up for pre-order!



Hi Readers,

I have some exciting news to share with you. Loving Amber is up for pre-order on Amazon Kindle. I'm very excited about this book because it's the first romance story that I've written in about a year. Also, it's the start of a trilogy. Don't you just love trilogies? I've always been a fan of trilogies ever since I first read Nora Roberts Born In trilogy. Pre-order From Amazon Kindle | Read Chapter One

  
Loving Amber--Coming February 16, 2016
 

Loving Amber
She’s about to get up close and personal…
Amber is seriously overworked and in bad need of a vacation. At first she’s thinking a week in sultry Miami might do the trick. But when the sexy and mysterious Sean Gunner moves in next door, Amber decides a stay-cation is just the sort of break she needs. His dark hair and bedroom eyes give her lots of sinful ideas. And not even Amber’s nuisance of an ex-husband is going to derail her from getting up close and personal with the hottie next door.

Sean moved to the small burb for some much needed peace and quiet to work on his latest novel. But there’s just something about Amber. When she bakes him a batch of cookies to welcome him to the neighborhood, Sean sees it as a chance to get to know the sexy woman a little better. Later, Sean is forced to come to Amber’s rescue and save her from her ex, Sean finds he’s loath to ignore the sensual woman. In fact, before Amber’s vacation is over Sean intends to leave the woman breathless and begging for more.

Pre-order From Amazon Kindle | Read Chapter One





Loving Amber-- February 16, 2016!

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Tuesday, January 05, 2016

A Diamond at Midnight--Free



Hi Readers,

 Starting tomorrow for a limited time my short story, A Diamond at Midnight, will be FREE on Kindle. This story is my one and only paranormal romance. I really enjoyed writing it and wanted to do more, but other projects came along and it never seemed to be the right time. I'm hoping to dip my toes back into the supernatural world again someday soon though. I think it'd be a fun addition to my contemporary romance, don't you?

 At any rate, here's more about A Diamond at Midnight. :) 


Amazon Kindle --Free January 6th through January 10th!

 


About the book:

Diamonique's life is changed forever when she stumbles across Cain Reed on a dark, lonely New York street. With a single bite, she's given immortality and shown unimaginable pleasure. But before she can explore eternal love his betrayal tears them apart.

One hundred years later, Cain is back to save her from a dark enemy. Rafael, the depraved leader of The Dominion, will stop at nothing to settle an ancient score between him and Cain. Caught in the middle, Diamonique will need to swallow her pride and rely on Cain if she's to survive. But is she handing her trust over to the right immortal or is she merely trading one evil for another?



Excerpt:
Standing at the railing of her balcony, Diamonique stared at the cool, crisp Autumn evening. Tears threatened to spill over, as she recalled the exact moment in time when she first tasted immortality. The young and naïve girl she’d been, gone for all eternity. Unbidden, an image of Cain sprang to mind. She’d fallen in love with him. Even though he’d turned her world upside down, she’d still given him her heart and soul.


Her body tightened, her craving for blood mounting. She’d waited far too long to feed. Her sigh mingled with the air. She would need to hunt soon. Not even her plush and exotic penthouse suite could calm the hunger. Too much a coward to face the dawn, hence giving herself back to death like a present wrapped in charred flesh, Diamonique’s existence was nothing more than an empty tunnel of nights.


Once upon a time, she’d believed in happily ever after, but the relationships she’d tried to conceive over the centuries had been but a bandage for her loneliness. At first, after Cain’s betrayal, she’d sought out her fiancé only to learn he’d been shot for having an affair with a married women. That solidified her feeling that men were not to be trusted. Due to constant relocations to keep her ageless appearance from being questioned, she’d never bothered to pursue a deep relationship. As the sole heir to her family’s fortune and her own knack for choosing the right stocks, she’d become independent in her own right, never having to rely on another man or immortal. Cain’s monetary guilt offerings over the decades were given to charity. And although wealth came in handy, it was still no comparison to loneliness.


Diamonique shook off her self-imposed pity-party, shifted her body and took to the sky. She soared on raven wings, streaking off into the night in search of sustenance.


She landed silently in a dirty, empty alley, before quickly taking to the sidewalks. Moving through the crowds of people with ease, Diamonique sneered in contempt at how stupid mortals were. Oblivious to the peril they were in just by being in her presence. She could have them, any one of them, with but a flick of a wrist, a bat of her lashes, and a curve of her lips. She knew her own power and reveled in it.


Hunger turned her more dangerous than ever. She was a law unto herself and God help the one who thought to step between her and food this night. The only pleasure she received these days, came from the blood she drank. The sweet warm flow of it as it dripped onto her greedy tongue.


She focused on the thoughts of the city as it awakened with the promise of lusty desires. Those who lived in a dull world by day would emerge by night, changed. They thought to sate their wicked appetites under the cover of darkness. Still, one mind was different. She closed her eyes and stopped dead in her tracks, then tuned her every nerve, her every thought to that one pattern of thought. His boredom struck her like a cattle prod. His need to escape the madness of the city, to leave behind all that was colorful and slip inside his pale loneliness. She searched him out. Coming to an open door, music blasting so loudly the windows vibrated with the intensity, she stepped over the threshold and became like all the other partygoers. With the power of suggestion, they would see an image of mist and beauty and nothing more.


Diamonique weaved through the gyrating bodies, until she was directly in front of the one she’d chosen to give her nourishment. As if sensing her, he turned around. The beauty of his eyes struck her. Eyes the color of the daytime sky she missed so much; striking and sensual, as they caressed her face. Something about his eyes seemed familiar, but she couldn’t think why. The song changed to a slow romantic tune and a woman’s lilting voice filled the room. 


Her lids closed and an image of Cain sprang to mind. It startled her. Thinking of him made her remember all the passion they’d shared. The music, the soft lights, all of it coaxed her into wishing for the unattainable. For once, she let herself float along, feeling the rhythm catch in her heart. Cain’s face, his strong arms and powerful body took over her thoughts. She ached to have his lips pressed to hers just once more. Diamonique wanted his hot gaze searing her and seeing into her soul the way only he could. She needed and wanted and the music gave it to her. If only in her imagination, it was enough.


With her eyes closed, it felt as if she were drifting in a dream. Her hands went where she wanted Cain’s to be once more, stroking her own neck the way his lips once had—driving her mad with the tease of his tongue. Her hands journeyed downward, until her fingers hooked beneath the hem of her skirt. A hot breath against her cheek startled her out of her fantasy.


“You’re beautiful.”


It was the man she’d come to entice.


Not Cain.


That should have pleased her. Cain was the past.


The song ended, she stepped back and breathed a sigh of relief. But as she studied the handsome stranger, his silent intensity washed over her. His eyes were dark with an enticing promise of an inner fire. She could see and feel what he wanted so clearly in her mind. His body covering hers, entering hers, their passions mounting and dueling. It stopped abruptly; the images disappearing so fast she wondered if she were truly in charge of her own mind.


The music changed once again, the tempo faster, the romantic tune gone, but the mood was still there. She was still as edgy, still as ready, and the stranger was still standing in front of her, staring at her, waiting for her to surrender.


Diamonique glided a step closer, bringing their bodies into contact. She could smell his natural masculine scent. For the first time, she realized what it was about a man that made women lose their heads. That smell, that all too enthralling maleness. It made her long to run her tongue over his beautiful full lips.


Rising up on her tiptoes, she took a taste. Initiating the first contact gave her a sense of feminine power. He kept his hands at his sides, as if not sure how to respond. As her fingers went to his hair, his arms closed around her in a tight embrace. Diamonique grabbed handfuls of dark silk and pressed her lips to his, she was eager to taste him. She coaxed his lips apart with her tongue and delved inside. She angled her head, deepening the kiss and felt the sudden change in him. He’d had enough of standing and doing nothing. When she was ready to pull back, the room spun. She’d gone too long without blood. Her cells were shriveling with each second that passed, her mind turned to mush, as she tried to concentrate on the male in her arms. She wanted to kick herself for using her power of flight when she was already so weak. It made her vulnerable. Not since Cain had she felt this way.


Diamonique longed to feel this man succumb to her lips at his throat. She used her voice like a weapon, softly luring him outside, away from the revelry. To her shock, he smiled and took her by the hand as if unaffected by the hypnotic notes. Suddenly, he was the one in control as he steered her down the alley behind the nightclub, beyond the eyes of the curious.


She tuned out the smells, the stench of the trash that hugged every crevice and seemed to cling to her skin like a sickening glove. She frowned as she tried to concentrate, but all she received for her efforts was a headache and no answer as to why she was letting him take the lead.


Shaking off her lethargy, Diamonique moved in front of him and let him look his fill, allowed his eyes to travel the length of her body. His gaze took in the flow of the silky dress, breasts that threatened to spill out of the scoop neckline, and the black spiked heels encrusted with the diamonds that were her namesake. He watched as she moved her legs apart and let the silk fall away from one calf, the slit reaching clear to her waistline. His eyes heated instantly. His heart beat loud in her ears, his blood pumping hard.


Beckoning her to drink.


Pleading for Diamonique to sate herself with this stranger.


She lifted her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him down, then silently slipped inside his mind, reading his thoughts easily. He was a flurry of sexual lust. He ached to sink his heavy length inside her body. Nothing seemed to matter to him except the swell of hip that protruded from the open dress.


Diamonique felt his hands there, even as her teeth scored his soft skin. His musky male scent bombarded her senses, as she tasted his sweet blood. Only once before had she tasted such nectar. Before she could explore the remembrance, his strong capable hands massaged the junction of her thighs. Her tongue continued to tease the blood from his willing veins, each in their own way fulfilling their lust. She let the moment drag out, longer than ever before. She loved his strong, capable hands massaging where she needed him the most. Even as her tongue continued to lap sweet sustenance, Diamonique felt her own climax mounting.


Then he spoke.


“My beautiful, Diamond, I thought I’d lost you forever.”


That voice! Warm velvet skimmed the length of Diamonique’s body. Every muscle went rigid with disbelief.


It was Cain!


The one who’d turned her into this monster of the dark.


She wrenched out of his arms.


“You were projecting false thoughts,” she accused, “so I wouldn’t know it was you.” She readied herself for battle. But he only stood there, eyes full of laughter as if mocking her. His grin triggered Diamonique’s rage as his gaze traveled over her body with a possessiveness he had no right to.


Her blood craving withered.


“You must have a death wish.” Her voice deliberately harsh and cold as her cells began to pulse with life once more, giving back her strength as her rage grew. Unfortunately, she was also able to see the man who’d so easily hidden his true self from her. No wonder she hadn’t recognized him, as an ancient, Cain had cloaked his appearance.


“Now why would you say that, love?”


“You dare come to me after what you’ve done!”


His eyes lit up with understanding, as if just remembering. “Ah, you must mean the whore. Is that what has you all in a lather?”


Diamonique’s spine stiffened. Her fists clenched and unclenched in an effort to stay in control. “She has a name, use it.”


“Sareena is dead.”


She hadn’t expected that, but then she didn’t really care. “And you’re telling me why?”


He drove a hand through his long black hair and sighed, as if tired. “It’s a long story, but her death affects you a great deal.”


“Screw off.”


“You have a wicked mouth, Diamond.”


“And you and I were finished a century ago. Leave here, Cain. This is my turf.”



"Afraid I can’t do that, love.”


“Then I will.”


She turned to go, but he grabbed her and hauled her close.


Too close.


She tried to jerk free, but he was too strong. “Let go, damn you!”


“No. You will listen to what I have to say.”


Diamonique knew it was useless. Cain’s stubbornness would continue until she heard him out.


“Fine. Speak.”


****


Cain couldn’t help himself; he so enjoyed watching Diamond get all riled. She was just so damn delicious when her face heated and her breasts rose and fell in agitation.


“Good girl.” He hoped to piss her off more. He was rewarded when she stiffened her spine and stuck her impertinent nose in the air. Good. He’d take stubborn any day over the cold, empty look he’d seen in her pretty, green eyes moments earlier.


“You stepped over the line when you took Sareena to bed.”


She swiped her tongue over her lips and licked the remaining droplets of his blood into her voracious mouth, causing his body to ache for her touch. “She meant nothing to me. There was never anything more than sex and only that once. Why must you read more into it?”


She smirked at him, which set off his own anger.


“It’s always just sex with you, Cain.”


Cain looked her over with renewed interest. “Who says?” 




 


A Touch of Amber-- February 2016!

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Monday, January 04, 2016

New Short Story--Coming Soon!

 
Hi Readers,
 
I took a few days off to spend time with family over the holidays and I had a great time. I hope everyone had a safe and fun holiday with loved ones as well. Now that all the excitement has died down it's back to the grind. You might have noticed that I haven't had an installment of Wade's Way these last two Fridays, but there WILL be an installment up this Friday so stay tuned for it. It'll be Wade and Bride's first face-to-face. You don't want to miss it!
 
Also, I wanted to share this little tidbit with you. I'll have a new short story titled Burn, Baby, Burn out in March '16. I'm offering it up as a bundle with two of my other (previously published) stories, Suni's Gift and Instructing Sarah.
 
And is that a sexy cover or what? Below is a sneak peak at Burn, Baby, Burn. I hope you enjoy it! 
 
Burn, Baby, Burn
Stark Whittaker is busy running the family lumber mill with his brother Logan, but when he misses yet another important meeting he realizes he needs an assistant. When Holly Samborne strolls into this office, Stark is instantly drawn to her spunky attitude and sharp wit. But can he keep his libido in check when he’s forced into close contact with her every day?
 
 Holly has spent most of her life taking care of her younger brother and now that he’s off to college, she’s ready to focus on her own needs for a change.  When she spots the advertisement for an assistant at the Whittaker Lumber Mill, she pounces on it. But Holly doesn’t expect the instant attraction to Stark, the owner. He’s the tall, dark and brooding type that makes her want to reach out and touch. But her life is complicated enough and getting personal with her boss isn’t at all appealing. And maybe if she keeps telling herself that she’ll eventually believe it.
***Stay tuned to my blog and website for a more solid release date! 
 
And in case you're getting confused by all the new stuff ( I did say I'm writing full time again, lol), here is a list of what I'll have published this year:
Romance Books:
Loving Amber, Morgan County Trilogy, book 1--February
Burn, Baby, Burn--March
Teasing Rachael, Morgan County Trilogy, book 2--May
Enticing Tabitha, Morgan County Trilogy, book 3--August
 
Young Adult Books (writing as T. A. Boyer):
Rebirth--June
Pinky Swear--Date TBA
Read more about my YA stories (excerpts, covers, etc.) here: http://www.taboyer.com/
 
I hope that helps! :) Happy reading,
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Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Contest Winner!

 
 
Hi Readers,
 
The winner of my Facebook contest is Cathie Morton! Email me and I'll send you a Kindle copy or Nook copy of Body Shots. anne@annerainey.com
 
Thank you ALL for entering. More contests to come, I promise.
Happy Holidays!
 
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Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Favorite Christmas Movies


Hi Readers,
I thought I'd share a few of my personal favorite Christmas movies. I love all things Christmas. I'm that obnoxious person in the car who sings along to the Christmas tunes and I have a list of Christmas movies that I absolutely have to watch each year.
 
1.) It's a Wonderful Life--this movie makes me cry every time I watch it.
 
 
2.) How the Grinch Stole Christmas--I love Jim Carrey's version of the Grinch. He brings Dr. Seuss' character to life.

 
3.) A Christmas Carol--This isn't the original, I watch that one too. I also watch the stage performance with my family every year. It's become a tradition for us. Jim Carrey does a surprisingly great job in this animated version of the movie. If you haven't seen it you should.

 
4.) A Christmas Story--Christmas isn't Christmas without it.

 
5.)The Old Rudolph and Frosty classics--I love these. They bring me back to my childhood.

 
6.) Miracle on 34th Street--Such a terrific classic. It's a must.

 
7.) Fred Clause--Santa Claus has a brother? Pretty original and heartwarming.

 
8.)Santa ClausE--My kids love these movies! 

 
I could go on with Home Alone, Elf, White Christmas, The Ref, etc!
I think I've made my point clear. I love Christmas movies, lol. 
 

Happy reading (and watching),

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