A LEAP OF FAITH…with Nell Castle

Good morning, good afternoon, good evening.
Wherever you are and whatever the time, its always a good time to find out about a new author and a new book.
Today please join me in welcoming Nell Castle with her latest release, A LEAP OF FAITH.


Special events coordinator Sophia Anton is an old-fashioned girl. She wants a family by the time she’s 30, and she’s set her sights on an old friend. She just needs to lose 40 pounds, fast. But Jackson Thomas, the handsome new minister in town, turns her head to unexpected possibilities. Trouble is, Jackson’s taken a vow of celibacy, while Sophia’s scheme to snag the “man of her dreams” is working like a charm. So why does Jackson’s face haunt her when she closes her eyes? And how can Jackson dream of a future with Sophia after he’s shut the door on love?

Want a little more? EXCERPT:
Jackson had been disappointed, he couldn’t deny it, when Sophia canceled their meeting this morning. So he improvised. He’d stop by O’Grady’s and talk with her for a few minutes while she was at work. After all, O’Grady’s is on my way.
He took a slow walk around the housewares department, but there was no sign of Sophia.
A bored sales associate made a call, and then escorted him to the first floor. “The show just started a few minutes ago.” She opened the door and motioned him inside a convention hall. Lines of chairs extended to a stage in the front, where a runway protruded down the center of the room.
An announcer behind a microphone described the fabric and cut of a jacket while another woman walked the runway. He’d stepped into a fashion show. He scanned the room for Sophia.
“I’m looking for Sophia Anton,” Jackson whispered to a well-dressed man near the entrance.
The young man nodded. “She should be out in a minute.” He pointed Jackson toward an empty row of chairs behind a group of middle-aged women.
Jackson sank into a seat, glancing from under lowered lids. The women whispered to each other, nodding toward the stage and taking pictures with their smart phones.
A model circled the end of the runway, paused, and sauntered back to the main stage, exiting behind the curtains. The applause was sporadic, almost an afterthought. Most of the audience was absorbed in conversation, so Jackson joined in the polite clapping.
“And for an evening of high romance”—the announcer paused while the stage lights lowered—“we have Sophia wearing an elegant purple floor-length gown.”
Jackson froze, his hands stopped mid-clap. Into a cone of light stepped Sophia, her hands on her hips.
“This long, silky, plum gown has a black lace bodice sprinkled with sequins, and a sexy ultra-low back with crisscross straps. Turn for us, Sophia.”
Twirling so the skirt fluttered up, exposing her ankles and calves for a delicious moment, Sophia paused with her back towards the audience, offering a profile view of her face in a pouty smile. Her hands rose to lift her long mane of dark curls, exposing thin straps crossing the smooth skin of her long, bare back.
“At the end of a perfect evening, what could be more enchanting than heading into the boudoir with your lover’s hand on the small of your back? Comes with a thong,” the woman added.
Sophia shook her bottom, heart-shaped and stamped with a triangle of plum fabric beneath the silky skirt fabric.
Not until Sophia glided down the runway did Jackson realize his hands were still raised, motionless in mid-clap, in front of his chest. Jamming them into his pants pockets, he slid low in his chair.

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Amazon: https://amzn.com/B01EZM8MD0
The Wild Rose Press: http://goo.gl/7CsDF8

Nell Castle

Nell Castle grew up in western Pennsylvania and graduated with a degree in English literature from Temple University in Philadelphia. Since then, she’s lived in Key West, Anchorage, Sarasota, and Virginia Beach. She moved back to northeastern Ohio to raise her kids closer to family but looks forward to moving to a gentler climate after her youngest graduates. Until then, she revisits white powder beaches and craggy mountain tops only in her writing. She’s submitted a new manuscript to her publisher, The Wild Rose Press, and is currently at work on a novella.

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Its been an exciting few weeks. First The Daughter came home from university. (Yay, my movie-date is back home!). Then The Husband and I went to Italy for a week. (Yes, there will be a blog and photos coming.) This week I’m actually in Austin, Texas for work. (I haven’t done any travel with work in years.) And today….drum roll please….is the release of my sixth e-novella, LOVE SUPERNATURALLY.

Day after day…Life after life

Day after day…Life after life

The blurb:
Cassandra Wilson, angel and first-year nurse, spends her days helping other people. Day after day. Life after life. While her best friend feels the young nurse needs a little love in her life, Cassie avoids serious relationships. She saw what her mother went through, and unless Cassie can find another angel to spend her life with, love and a family are not in her future.
An innocent night out with Fraser, a university junior and varsity hockey player, leads to something more serious and Cassie begins to experience feelings she’s been trying to avoid. But the sudden discovery—by both herself and Fraser—that Fraser is a witch, combined with his need to please everyone around him, poses a challenge to the couple’s happily ever after.

Want more? The excerpt:
“So, what are you? Vampire? Werewolf?” His words harsh; anger, hurt, and frustration laced his voice. Did he ask because he believed, or because he couldn’t handle the silence?
“I’m an angel,” she whispered.
“A what?”
“An angel.”
He let out a sarcastic laugh. “Right. And where are your wings?” He glanced at her as if to confirm that they did not exist.
“The wing thing is a misconception. Remember how Lucius mentioned that witches have green auras. Mine is white. Sometimes, when seen by the dying, it’s mistaken for wings.”
Fraser pursed his lips and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “What does being an angel mean?”
“Are you sure you want to talk about this now?”
“God, Cassie, I’m so confused. I’m sure tomorrow I will wake up and this will all be a dream.” He clenched and unclenched his hands, “Why don’t you just start talking.”

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Nina Barrett visits with RENEGADE HEART

Good morning, good afternoon or good evening. Wherever you are and whatever time it may be, please join me in welcoming Nina Barrett and her new release, RENEGADE HEART.

Renegade Heart

Before we get to Nina’s brand new release, lets find out a little more about Nina. Nina if you will…

Hi, I’m Nina Barrett. I’ve been a public school teacher, focusing on early childhood education and am having a blast now writing contemporary romances. I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I was one of those children who loved going to bed at night because you could lie there and make up stories. I’d be out west with Roy and Dale or in Sherwood Forest with Robin Hood. It took time and persistence to gain publication. Winning a scholarship to the Antioch Writers’ Workshop gave me a boost and my forthcoming romance RENEGADE HEART is dedicated to them in appreciation. Musa Publishing released my first book Marriage Made in Haven in June 2012. The Wild Rose Press published Return of the Dixie Deb in December 2013 and A Man to Waste Time On in January 2015. Its sequel RENEGADE HEART is available April 27th.(Today!!)

I live in Southwest Ohio. My hometown recently was featured on the cover of Ohio magazine. I enjoy traveling – I’ve been to the top of Masada in Israel and the bottom of the great pyramid at Chichen Itza. Advocating for autism research and education is a passion.

Have you always been a writer?

At least in my head. My mother was a great reader, reading to me nightly and on long car trips – Mother Goose, Thornton Burgess, later introducing me to the classics – Heidi, Treasure Island, Little Women. I finished my first complete story in junior high, an Agatha Christie type mystery, and continued writing through high school. College, marriage and a career in education kept me busy, but I continued writing and submitting manuscripts growing more and more discouraged. Winning a scholarship to the Antioch Writers’ Workshop re-energized me and led to the publication of my Western romance Marriage Made in Haven.

What lead to the writing of RENEGADE HEART?

I was intrigued by the excitement and explosive energy of Las Vegas. In my previous release, A Man to Waste Time On, Cinnamon Smith is stunned to realize the general manager of the neighboring Imperial Hotel Casino is the waste of time loser who dated and dumped her sister back in their hometown. And he wants to date her. No way . . . but then securing an order from his hotel might prove salvation for her struggling teashop. And he is so good looking.

Doing research and finding out what goes on behind the scenes of a major Vegas property was so captivating it lead to RENEGADE HEART and Kristin Hennepin’s adventures when the National Finals Rodeo comes to Vegas and Kristin falls into the arms of a rodeo troubleshooter.

What’s coming up for your readers?

My work-in-progress, Deep, Dark, Delicious. And Deadly, continues my Vegas trilogy. When candy heiress Sofie Matthew wakes up from her coma in a hospital bed, there’s a strange man staring at her, a murder to be solved and a ring on her finger. What’s the story with that?

Interested? Here is a sneak peek of RENEGADE HEART

“This way.”

It wasn’t a question.

Putting an arm around her shoulders, Jake steered her away from the entry to a shadowed alcove behind a pair of oversized ornamental urns. Droplets of water from a fountain misted the air. He pulled her into the dark recess as if it had been placed there for them. Kerstin flinched as the cold of the stone façade penetrated her thin clothing. The afternoon’s warmth was only a memory now. Before she could shiver, he pulled her into an embrace. Her legs braced against his, he trailed kisses down her neck.


It sounded like she was begging.

Was she? Backed against the stone of the Imperial, she was trapped between fire and ice.

He captured her head in his hands, his tongue parting her lips.

Her breath was caught in her throat as she melted into him.

The sweetness of his mouth was intoxicating. It was like drowning in honey.

Her hands made their way around him, feeling the tight muscles of his chest and waist. It was December and she was burning up. His thumb flipped the clasp of her bra. Was the Imperial’s director of special events about to be taken up against the wall of the hotel entryway? Over the years there’d been similar stories about some of the hotel’s randier guests.

Her hands found their way under his suit coat and down his back, feeling the dampness of his shirt. She stopped, catching her breath, as he cupped her breasts. He was saying something about his room.

She jerked her head, staring up at him. Taking both hands, she shoved back against him. Her sudden strength must have caught him off-guard. He took a step back.

“Kers . . .”

She twisted away as he reached for her.

His room? His room?

She was at the entrance and inside before the doorman had a chance to open it.

His room? Not until Jake Aaron could convince her he wasn’t Ginny Mathieu’s lover and explain why he carried a concealed weapon in a back holster – .40 caliber if she knew her weapons.

And she did.


Nina can be found on Facebook as nina.barrett.315 and at nina@ninabarrett.net. Nina loves to hear from readers and fellow writers!