It's my pleasure to introduce Kat Henry Doran who is from western New York. She writes romance, occasionally with elements of suspense. When she's not writing, she listens to audio books of her favorite authors while she's driving or sewing. Today, Kat is letting us take a peek at a Boxed Set of six award-winning authors with romances from sweet to sensual and filled with thrills and maybe even a ghost or two. All for less than the price of a cup of coffee--99 cents! Her work, "Raising Kane," is included. The set was released on June 1, 2017
ALL IN FOR LOVE - Titles and Authors
An Inn Decent Proposal - by Sharon Buchbinder
Perfect Odds - by Lashanta Charles
A Ghost To Die For - by Keta Diablo
Raising Kane - by Kat Henry Doran
For Money Or Love - by Margo Hoornstra
Take A Chance On Me - by M.J. Schiller
Kat's blogging and giving her insight in to---
"Writing for a Box Set"
When the opportunity to write for a box set arose, I jumped
on it with enthusiasm. I'd participated in a number of series in the distant
past for my publisher, both as an author and an editor, and missed the
experience of working in the team atmosphere. In my former lives as a nurse and
an advocate for victims of violence, the work was exhausting as well as rewarding.
I can't say I loved every minute of it, but none of it could ever be termed a
success without the efforts of the entire team--either in the OR or in the
criminal courts building.
Probably
the most important aspect of a team is, in my opinion, when each member
utilizes their particular strengths for the good of the whole. With regard to All
In For Love:
One of the
Lucky6 arranged a mind-boggling blog tour, then put it all down on an easy to
comprehend spread sheet. As of this writing, she's doing something called a
Thunderclap. For me, who recently mastered the art of opening attachments, I'm amazed at this woman's abilities.
Another is
in charge of formatting. Bless her heart. I wouldn't do that even if someone
held a gun to my head.
A third is
the all time champ at graphics. Her teasers and photos, combined with a bright,
eye-catching blog, Facebook banner and Pinterest page brings me to tears. I
possess ten thumbs when it comes to photography; this woman's work, which feels
so effortless, takes my breath away.
A fourth
member, a veteran in box sets guided us newbies in the process, adding options
for promotional ideas as well as dividing up the task list. Most helpful to
all.
Another
member of Lucky 6 is a wiz, and I stress WHIZ, at tweets and promotions. Again,
effortless, mind blowing and tear inducing.
Me? Not
much. I'm just sitting back, reaping the bennies.
With this
crew there's a million of them.
The authors are offering a give-away to one person who leaves
their
name and email address today: a wristlet tote.
Excerpt from Raising
Kane by Kat Henry Doran
Lt. Kieran
Pollack signs in to work and comes up against the woman of his dreams: Mallory
Kane, ace investigative reporter. Unfortunately she's just spent the night in
jail and is in no mood to speak with anyone--particularly a cop.
“Anything I need to know before I head upstairs,
Sarge?”
“It’s all there.” The night duty man passed him the
report from the previous platoon. “The usual pugs, thugs and mugs threw
themselves a circus down at The Dirty Dawg last night.”
Kieran scrawled his name on the sign-in roster.
“Again? Somebody ought to look into closing down that pest hole.”
“I bet the Mayor is thinkin’ along those same lines.
With the Chief on vacation and the Deputy Chief at a meeting out of town, as
PIO it’s your job to handle the fallout. Lucky man.”
Fall-out? “What are you talking about?”
A woman with mile-long legs and hair the color of
roasting chestnuts strode past the desk, heading in the direction of the
revolving door.
“Overnight guest,” the sergeant advised under his
breath. “TV Reporter. I was you, I’d head that one off at the pass.”
In addition to a talent for scoping out shapely legs,
Kieran possessed the good sense to act on sound advice. After shooting both
cuffs and ensuring his tie hung straight, he glided up beside the woman.
“Excuse me, miss?”
She stopped, threw back her shoulders, then turned.
“Yes?”
In the shimmer of an early morning sun he saw a nasty
bruise blossoming across one cheekbone and winced. “Does that hurt as bad as it
looks?”
“Who are you and what do you want?”
She possessed a voice designed to make a man think of
hot nights and cool sheets. Extending a hand, he launched into his usual PIO
song and dance. “Kieran Pollack, Public Information Officer for the Victory PD.
What’s a pretty thing such as yourself doing in a joint like this?”
The screech of tires on the street outside obscured
any response she might have made. Panel vans bearing the logos of the local TV
affiliates disgorged reporters and camera-persons who wasted no time in
storming the doors to the Public Safety Building.
Kieran attempted to head her off at the pass with a
fast two-step and a faster line of bull. “Look, can you help out this hard
working public servant?”
She raised one hand to shield her injured cheek. “Not
without my attorney.”
“Aw, now. Why do you want to go and do something like
that? We don’t need no lousy lawyers to make things right, do we?”
“I believe it’s somewhere in the Bill of Rights,” she
murmured, eluding his out-stretched hand with a fast step to the left.
“Please. Hear me out,” he pressed, one eye on the
camera-persons now jockeying for position just inside the doors. “I can make
this all disappear―if we could go someplace to talk. It would be to your
advantage, I promise.”
Links
Buy Link
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071V94BWM
Facebook Page
https://www.facebook.com/allinforloveanthology/
Goodreads
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35052000-all-in-for-love
Webpage
http://lucky6authorsblog.blogspot.com/
Author Bio:
Kat Henry Doran uses her past adventures as a nurse and victim advocate for fodder in her stories. This especially held true for Raising Kane, her part of All In For Love. These days, when not not lashed to a sewing machine, creating tote bags in all sizes and functions and aprons in all sizes, she serves as devoted hand-maiden to the brightest lights in her life, her four grandchildren.
Although the rose has always been my favorite flower, it is also the
flower of June, my birth month. Growing up on a farm in northeastern
Pennsylvania, I cherished the intoxicating fragrance of the antique rose
bushes growing around the stonewall foundations of old razed houses on
our property where early settlers lived, but later moved westward for
reasons unknown. Every June, like a birthday present from the earth and
heaven above, it was a delight to see the many bushes, growing wild,
bursting into riotous pink blossoms, and spreading over an entire knoll
of our pasture.
