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Catching Up With Kacey #WriterLife #Summertime (@KaceyHammell)

 

Good morning all you dirty birdies! Can you believe it’s already June? After May, I’m thrilled to see some sunshine. In my area, May had a record setting 247 mm of rain during the month. That is more than May, June, July & August 2016 put together! I never thought it would end. However, my hay fields are happy and farmers appreciate the early fortune dousing the crops so far. I’ll be sure to report how things are going come August.

It’s been a busy time for me. I’ve gone back out into the workforce. All my kids are of the age now that I no longer attend Parent Council (PTA for my US friends), go on school trips or have to be home when they get out of school. I do miss it, and while it was nice writing full time, economy wise I had to do it in order to stay ahead of finances. And our oldest son is off to college this fall, so there’s that. It’s been a couple weeks working now and I’ve been exhausted but my characters keep me company as I work diligently.

I am going to be a part of a Romantic Suspense Boxed Set that will release Jan 2018, so that story is first and foremost in my mind. Along with the 2 shifter stories crowding around in my head. I look forward to the stolen moments to write in between shifts and sleep. And a high school graduation, a prom and a 21st birthday party this week for our daughter. Where does the time go? Seems just like yesterday I was bawling my eyes out when the Dr. placed her in my arms. And what a set of lungs on her!! LOL

Other book related news…
Guarding His Anchor is having an exciting time …
The book is in PRINT!!! Buy it at Createspace / Amazon

It has been blessed with the title of “Top Pick” from Night Owl Reviews. Read the full review here.

And received 5 Shooting Stars from Redz World. Read the full review here.

 

Cover Me received 4.5 Stars from Uncaged EMag.  Reviewed the full review here. Be sure to read the feature interview they did on me in the Mag too!!

I’m finishing up the last bit of polish on the sequel to Stirring Up Dirty as well. It’s been a slow process, as I wasn’t 100% satisfied with it, so there’s been a bit of revising to the first draft — which is what first drafts are for, of course! I’m hoping to ship that submission off in the next week.

 

Until next time,

Happy Reading!!

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The latest from Kacey Hammell (@KaceyHammell)

Good morning all. I hope summer is treating you well. It’s hot as blazes here in Ontario. All the towns, burgs surrounding me are all on a burning ban, which means no open barrel burning of newspapers, trash etc.  There have been so many fires as of late because of the weather, it’s terrifying. A local farm was decimated due to ball-bearings on a tractor catching fire which poured out into the fields. Devastation is the only word I can think of to remotely describe it all. My hay fields are pitiful, we’re in desperate need of rain — about a week or two’s worth would do. So much loss and sadness.

In writing related news. I’m 3/4 of the way finished writing the 2nd Canadian Muscle story. It’s going well. Farm has kept me busy so some days are not as productive as others but overall, writing is going well.

And I am currently getting final steps done to have the “In the Arms of the Law” Series Collection put into print. All 4 stories, released to date, will be in one print volume. There will also be an Ebook edition as well. The main reason for doing the prints is that I have another book signing. This time in London, Ontario, in September. I’m really looking forward to the event and if you’re in the area, here is the link to more information >> http://igniteyoursoulauth.wix.com/iyse

Here are the print and Ebook edition covers for the collection.

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I’m excited to get these into the hands of readers!

 

Until next time, happy reading!

kacey1

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Positive Thinking and Exclusive Excerpt (@KaceyHammell) #CanadianMuscle #Writing

 

Good morning all!
Kacey here and I know it’s been a while since I’ve been a good Birdie and blogged here. But all is back to normal technically on the site, my health has improved (which was suffering) and I believe things are on a very positive incline. At least, that’s what I’m aiming for.

And on that positive note, I’ve just crested over the 1/2 way point of the sequel to GUARDING MIDNIGHT, in the “Canadian Muscle Series”. This is Charlie (Charlotte) & Frank’s story, who we met in book 1, and the ride has been pretty exciting so far. It’s approx 2 years since the ending of Guarding Midnight and their relationship has been … well on / off again.  Their story, currently untitled, has been a lot of fun to write and pulled me from months of terrible writer’s block. It is one of my favourite series that I’ve written so I’m glad I was able to get back to it.

So because the series is prevalent in my mind, I thought I’d share an exclusive excerpt from Guarding Midnight, which has never been posted on a blog before so most of you probably haven’t read it — unless you purchased the book already of course! *g*

Guarding MidnightGMtoppick
Series: Canadian Muscle 1
Contemporary/Suspense/Erotic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-77233-292-6
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Blurb:
Canadian Muscle …
When Desires Need Protecting.

No one knows sacrifice better than former Army Sergeant Gavin Bennett. He’s witnessed firsthand the emotional, physical and mental toll of being caught in the crossfire. Being a bouncer-slash-bodyguard may not be Gavin’s dream job, but he’s willing to do just about anything to help out family. When Gavin reports for his first day of work, he quickly discovers a woman who threatens to crack his legendary cool.

Shree Walker is on the run from a dark past she tried to shut away. Battered and broken, a happily ever after doesn’t exist for her. Ready to start fresh with a new life in a new city, she is happy dancing at the Vixen Club. She’d be even happier without the presence of the prickly new bouncer who won’t let anyone or anything get past his carefully guarded defenses. He’s a distraction she doesn’t need. And a temptation she can’t resist.

When Shree is kidnapped by the criminal mastermind hell-bent on taking the club at any cost, Gavin has to make a decision. Hold tight and continue to keep Shree at arm’s length. Or break down his walls and take a chance on something more powerful than them both: Love.

 

Excerpt: (C) Kacey Hammell, 2016

Shree climbed the steps to her apartment, exhaustion dragging at her heels.

The day of adventure and crazy mental gymnastics was one she was glad to see end. She wanted a nice glass of white wine, a shower, and to slide into bed without any interruption—in that order.

Putting the key in the lock, she turned the doorknob and reached in to click the small lamp on. A dim glow filled the room. Shutting the door behind her, she stepped out of her shoes, dropped her gym bag beside them, and made her way to the kitchen. Taking the bottle of wine from the fridge—a cheaper version that she’d picked up at a kiosk at the local mall, which tasted quite good—she poured a full flute, then made her way to the bedroom.

Hot bath and bubbles, here I come.

She flicked on the light inside the door and let out a yelp. Her wine glass fell from her hand, breaking and splashing her feet with wine.

Jesus.

Gavin sat in the La-Z-Boy chair in the corner. Heart racing, thinking the worst kinds of thoughts of being attacked, she glared at him.

“What in the hell are you doing here?” Grabbing the towel off the chair of her vanity where she’d flung it after her shower that morning, she kneeled and sponged up the liquid, scooping the glass into the towel. Damn him for ruining a decent glass of wine.

She stood and moved further into the room. After setting the towel on the dresser, she faced him across the bed. Her gaze met his. Anger, harsh and formidable—this was a man whose temper was trying to get the best of him. His fists clenched on his knees. Grey shirt, black jeans, and black hiking boots gave her the idea he was gearing up for some kind of combat.

Her eyes wanted to rake over him, give herself the thrill that admiring his physique gave her, but she knew what lay beneath those clothes. The ridges, valleys, roughened skin and sensitive nipples she’d explored earlier today…

No, she needed to clear her mind of all of that. He didn’t look like he was here on a social call, and he was sure as hell invading her privacy and had scared the crap out of her. The last thing she needed to do was worship him in any way for bad behavior.

“Well, are you going to tell me what you’re doing here? And who gave you permission to just waltz into my home anytime you please?”

He glowered at her. “I got the key from Charlie. You weren’t here and I was concerned. Didn’t I just today tell all staff, especially the dancers, not to go anywhere alone?”

She didn’t much care for his hard tone. He wasn’t her keeper—no matter that he was hired to look out for her. She didn’t need him. “I drove Carla home. That’s not a crime.”

“Why didn’t you come find me instead?”

Exasperated, Shree threw her arms up in the air. “The last thing Carla needed was another large dude around her. I took her to one of her friend’s houses since her boyfriend likes to smack her around. I wanted to get her away from him. Simple. She needed a woman around, not another guy.”

Gavin leaned forward in his seat. She could see his nostrils flaring from across the bed. She unzipped her hoodie, leaving it open when he stood.

“So you decided to put yourself in danger, dealing with a sick bastard who likes to hit women? That’s just great, Shree. I’m trying to keep you safe and you could have walked right into it.”

She growled low in her throat, frustrated with the barbarian across from her. If it wouldn’t hurt her so much, she’d smack him upside the head and let him feel some pain. But she doubted any type of physical pain she tried to give him would bother him in the least. “Oh for heaven’s sake! Gavin, I don’t understand this supposed danger you keep telling me about.” A shiver snaked down her spine knowing she was a target, but she wouldn’t live in fear ever again. “I can take care of myself.”

He took a step closer to the bed. “Did you not hear Charlie today? This thug has been after her place for months. Each encounter is worse than the last, and his goons hang out here every night dealing drugs to half of the people here. Things are escalating. And the intel I’ve learned about him, hell, it’s just a matter of days—even hours—before someone gets hurt. This guy doesn’t like to lose.”

Shree sighed. His conviction and need to keep them all safe was admirable, but she’d known real danger before, and refused to let it rule her life again. “Okay, I get it. But nothing happened tonight, all right? I’m fine, I’m back and Carla is sleeping in a place where she’s safe tonight. That’s all that matters.” She sighed, knowing she needed to show him what had been left for her earlier. “Don’t freak out, all right? But this was left on my table in the dressing room earlier.” She reached into her bag and withdrew the envelope. She handed it to him, dreading his reaction.

“For fuck’s sake,” he snarled. “Son of a fucking rotting bastard.”

“Gavin, calm down.”

“Fuck that. I should head right over there and…that’s what I’ll do. I’m going to kill the bastard.” The steely determination and rigid set of his shoulders terrified her. She’d seen that look before…in Brian. But this was Gavin. He really wouldn’t hurt her. Not intentionally. And she needed to make sure he didn’t do something stupid. His hot temper at the moment showed her for the first time that he might not think before reacting.

Stepping in front of him, she laid her palms on his chest. He tried to push past her, but she kept her stance tight and wouldn’t allow it. “Don’t go do something stupid. You don’t know who left that.”

“Fuck that. Of course I do. One of Hagen’s pricks. I’m going to wring all their necks.”

She shook her head. “Take a minute and think about it. He wants you to go stomping in there half-cocked and off-guard.” While she was shaken by the fact that someone had been watching her, one of them had to think clearly. “You won’t be in the right frame of mind for a fight and he’ll have the upper hand. Look at me. I’m fine. No one hurt me. Charlie’s fine. For now, everyone is fine.”

Shree held his gaze. When his shoulders relaxed gradually, she released some of the air from her lungs she didn’t realize she was holding in. She needed to remember tonight, and how quick he was to act. And always ready to fight for those he loved.

He took a step back, turned, and paced beside the bed. The photo was still clasped tight in his fist, but he finally set it face down on the nightstand.

“Look, I’m sorry you were concerned earlier. And I’m sorry about the photo.”

“I’ll handle it,” he murmured, his tone still dripping with anger.

Tossing the hoodie toward the hamper, she looked away at his sharp intake of breath. Eyes hot and smoldering, his gaze wandered over her, warming her skin. She glanced down and swallowed hard when she realized she still only wore the red, nearly see-through leotard top she’d performed in and black yoga pants.

Her eyes met his. She could come to love the passion and desire in his eyes, staring at her like this every day of her life.

Whoa, crazy woman, what are you thinking?

This wasn’t the time for these thoughts, nor was she in any mood to deal with him anymore tonight. He was so hot and getting her all ramped up in excitement.

“Stop looking at me like that. I’m tired. It’s been a helluva evening. I’m done with you today.”  She grabbed up her robe from the foot of the bed, anxious to get in the tub—with a bit colder water than she’d planned—and fall into bed.

“How am I looking at you? Like I want to eat you alive? I shouldn’t. Not now. But it’s not my fault when you’re standing there in that tight outfit. Your nipples tight, your cheeks flushed, and eyes pissed off at me.”

His words curled around her spine, leaving tingles along the nerves and her nipples tight.  Breathless, she shook her head and tried to shore up enough resolve to put him out of her home. “Don’t try to get me all worked up, not when you’ve been an ass by ordering me around. And you’re still angry.”

“Yes, I am.” He nodded and moved around the end of the bed. “Ever had angry sex?”

Shree gasped. “What are you talking about?”

He shrugged and smoothed her hair back. “Never heard of angry sex then?”

She shoved at the boulders he had for shoulders. “I’m not having sex with you right now. Forget it. Besides, what the hell is angry sex? I don’t like it rough, if that’s what you mean.” Taking a step back, she glared at him when he followed.

“I figured it’d be a nicer and more polite way to tell you I wanted you, now—right now—rather than come out and simply say I want to fuck the shit out of you.”

Available in ebook and Print!

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I hope to have news about book 2 being done very soon!! Hope you enjoyed the excerpt from Guarding Midnight.

 

Until next time. Happy Reading.

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