Sunday, December 21, 2014

My day at Arlington in pictures

December 13th, 2014
At the corner of Wilson and Roosevelt Avenue
In Section 37
Down the hill from the Tomb of the Unknowns
Across the way from Arlington House
Directly in the heart of God bless America....




You know, sometimes words fail. Brains too. The last headstone got to me. I did place a wreath there, but because I turned into a total sap when I saw how young he was when he died. I forgot to snap a picture. I would've like to have known Sgt. Paul Hamilton. I've met a few Vietnam vets in my life. I get to live with one. They are hands down some of America's best. And they are not forgotten. Merry Christmas, Paul.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Never forget

My trek begins tomorrow.
My flight takes off at 9:40am.
By sunset I will be in Crystal City, Virginia.
Bright and early this Saturday morning, December 13, 2014,
I will be in a crowd of thousands who will have come to Arlington National Cemetery
to honor our nation's fallen heroes.


Wreaths Across America makes it possible.
We will be there as volunteers to lay a wreath at every single grave.
We'll greet the convoy of semi-trucks bringing the wreaths from Maine.
We'll stand in line to get our wreaths.
We'll stay all day.
I may not be lucky enough to get a wreath. That's okay.
There may be more volunteers than wreaths.
How awesome would that be?
I'm taking extra Kleenex with me.
Arlington always makes me cry.
Oh, heck, I need one now.
I love my country.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

On Thanksgiving....

Let us pause to remember who it is who stands at the ready
while we celebrate in the warmth of too much food and loving family,
while we watch football games and fall into carbohydrate comas on our comfy couches,
while we shop online for Black Friday deals,
while we take our freedom for granted.
It sure isn't Congress.


God bless our service men and women wherever they are on this Thanksgiving Day, 2014.
Keep them safe.
Bring them home.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Free kindle eBook

Heads up!
Free kindle eBook!
Zack, In the Company of Snipers, Book 3, will be free
on Black Friday and Saturday - Nov 28-29
Get him while he's hot! (I've always wanted to say that.)


Sunday, November 16, 2014

My December journey....

Will take me to the hallowed grounds of
Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia,
Where I will be one of the many volunteers gathered 
To lay wreaths at the headstones of our nation's fallen warriors.


Just thought you'd like to know.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

An out of sight review for Connor

A review by Malissa @ http://readsallthebooks.blogspot.com

Can two heats torn apart by tragedy and grief reunite and find solace and love?  Not if Isabella (Izza) Ramos' words are any indication.

"I.  Hate.  You." -Izza

Does Izza even truly hate Conner or does she hate herself for the grief she carries and for keeping a secret that could change Conner's life forever?  How many times can a man say he is sorry, and does he even understand all that he should be sorry for?

Conner, Conner, Conner.  Dear sweet heart broken boy....I wanted to kick your butt through a good portion of this, but don't worry I wanted to kick Izza's a time or two as well.  *wink*

I have been anxious to read Conner's story since he was introduced to the series.  Here is this sweet Irish guy with a bit of a bossy side and a bunch of heart ache that he keeps locked away...I mean who doesn't want to snatch him up, drink a Guinness, rock out to some Drop Kick Murphy's then take him home to cuddle with him and mend his broken heart?  Izza, that's who or at least that is what she thinks.  An ex-Marine Sniper (same as Conner), who is a spitfire of a woman who isn't going to take any crap and is determined to prove she is as good if not better than the next guy. 

"The irony did not escape her that she, the only female agent present, was hands-down tougher than any of the guys she was traveling with. Meaner too." -Izza  

I had a tough time dealing with Conner in the beginning and have to admit he was really disappointing me in his interactions with Cassidy.  Everything between them, at least on Conner's side, seemed forced (Come on playboy, you know you don't really want her) to me and I just couldn't help but dislike her...she was like Laoghaire MacKenzie from Outlander, a girl I am just determined to hate.  Sorry Cassidy....Uhm, maybe your time will come, lol.  Thank goodness we had Izza to put a damper on that whole situation.

Izza, wow...the anger radiates from the page straight to your heart with this girl.  I don't know how she held it together as well as she did.  Just another sign of how strong this woman truly is.  Her heartache was like a punch in the gut, I even wanted to say I am sorry a few times, it is painful even now to think about how much she was hurting and how even though Conner knew some of why how it seemed he truly couldn't see past the anger to the hurt and understand.

This is what Irish Winter's does so beautifully though...she never fails to pull readers right into her stories, to place you in her character's hearts so you feel everything.  I am always guaranteed to fall for her characters.  They have unusual jobs and go through heart breaking, tear jerking, difficult, heroic situations but they are never made out to be more than what they are...regular people in unique situations. She doesn't gloss over their faults, or make them into super heroes.  They cry and laugh just like the rest of us. It's so easy for me to be drawn into their world, to tune everything else around me out, and page by page become a part of The TEAM.

Once again Irish put it all out there, she doesn't shy away from the pain of war or from it's effects.  While this book was not as emotionally difficult for me to read as Harley was, it is still a book that doesn't romanticize war or the life of being a Soldier.  The majority of the character's from her series In the Company of Snipers are prior service and all show us the good and the bad, they allow us to see a small glimpse of military life and how it affects both the service members and those who love them.  These are gripping stories that you won't want to put down once you start.


I loved this story of Conner and Izza, it is a romance full of second chances, of learning to forgive, to grieve, and to love.  If you are a fan of Military or Contemporary Romances this is a fantastic read for you.  While this book can be read as a stand alone like usual I suggest starting at the beginning of the series so you fully understand all the underlying pieces of the story.  I am also quite excited to get Rory's story after the little teaser she left us with at the end of the book. 

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

A Veterans Day Tribute

Check out my Interview with Kriss Morton @: 
She did an outstanding job promoting
the Mideast Conflict Wall Memorial in Marseilles, Illinois.
Go there. See the names.
Rest the palm of your hand on this helmet,
And be thankful there are brave men and women
in the world.


The prayer on the dog tag to the left reads:
'Let us pray for the brave men and women,
including their families, who serve our great country.
No greater service can they give
than to be willing to give their lives for others.
May God be with them.'

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Just in time for the holidays!

The wait is over!
Connor, In the Company of Snipers, Book 5 hits Amazon today!

Heartache hurts so much worse than gunshot…

How many times can a man say he’s sorry?
Connor Maher is about to find out. As if dogging the brutal Sonoran Cartel through sun-baked Utah isn't tough enough, he's come face to face with his worst nightmare. Diminutive ex-Marine spitfire Isabella Ramos has just three words to say to him: I. Hate. You.
Like he hasn’t heard that before.

Why was he the one who got to live?
Izza only accepted the Utah operation because he’d be there. It’s time Connor knows the truth, but how can she trust him with her life much less the secret she’s come to share? He's nothing but grief personified behind the guise of an blue-eyed, honorable man. Not until the cold-blooded SC dumps her and Connor in the farthest corner of the relentless Utah desert does she begin to realize….
There are worse things than death…




The kindle version is available at Amazon:

Monday, November 3, 2014

A peek at Book 5, Connor, In the Company of Snipers

PROLOGUE

“Damn it.”

USMC Sergeant Isabella Ramos cursed as her ammo clip hit the dirt on the other side of the wall. Sergeant Connor Maher could not help but notice. He didn’t write the rules of nature. A real man’s always gonna look, and this particular gal’s derrière, albeit camouflaged in the uniform of the day and plenty of dust, made for a choice view. What red-blooded, all American male wouldn’t?

One minute she was seated all nice and comfortable on that three-foot wall. The next, she was bent over it, damn near ass over teakettles with her boots, legs and butt on display. He glanced away, not wanting to be caught looking—at least not by her.

He and his buddy, Jamie, were part of the United State’s military response to the increased violence of the Iraqi insurgency in Fallujah. Both short timers and counting the days, this was their final tour together unless Jamie got another brilliant idea to re-up. With home only a couple months away, Connor was antsy. All he had to do was stay alive. In Iraq. During one of the hottest USMC campaigns of the war. Stolen commercial breaks like this show with Ramos made the grind endurable.

She’d gotten the short end of the stick when their commanding officer decided someone ought to show the two newly arrived non-commissioned officers the lay of the land, and voilà. Just like that, they got a snappy tour of U.S. Camp Baharia and along with it, a floorshow that couldn’t be beat.

The good thing about the predominantly USMC camp was the large clear water lake in the center of it. The bad thing was it was still in Iraq. The once-upon-a-time desert resort town was now filled with hard-core military men and women who sometimes forgot how to behave. Like Lance Corporal Jamie Ramos, who by sheer coincidence shared the sergeant’s last name, but obviously, not her dedication to the Corps.

Already passed over once for promotion, Jamie was headed for trouble with his CO. He didn’t seem to have a problem with his rifle qualification or combat fitness, but his true talents lay in another direction—entertainment. Jamie was a tease to the mathematical power of a gazillion, and that innate need for attention would land him in the brig one of these days.

“You know you want to.” He elbowed Connor again, urging him to do the unthinkable. “Just one little smack. It’s easy. I’ve done it a million times. No one else will see you. Just walk over, lay one on her ass and run like hell. She’s short. She’ll never catch you. Go on. Do it.”

“Shut up,” Connor muttered out of the corner of his mouth, glancing again at the ass in question and doubting the ‘I’ve done it a million times’ line. “You know better than to treat women like that. Knock it off.”

“What’s she gonna do? You’re both the same rank,” Jamie persisted. “It’ll be fun.”

“Cut the crap. She’s a lady.”

“No, she ain’t. She’s a jarhead just like us. She’s GI. Loosen up, Maher. Walk on the wild side for once in your geeky life.”

Connor glanced at the ass in question again. Damn. It was spank-a-licious and hard to keep his eyes off of. This dark-haired and olive-skinned beauty had potential in his book. Lots of potential. He didn’t want Jamie’s crazy antics to blow his chances before he knew if he had any.

Raised in a house filled with six younger brothers and no sisters, women still perplexed Connor. Sometimes they loved a guy who only two seconds earlier they’d hated. He couldn’t keep up. 

Besides, his mother had taught him early what Jamie’s education must have missed. A real man does not disrespect women, even when they cussed like sailors. He’d grown to appreciate Bridgette Maher’s wise sayings more now that he was out of her house. Treat a woman like a lady and she’ll never turn into a nag.

With a twinkle in his eye, Jamie edged closer to the irritated sergeant’s backside, a big cheesy smirk on his trouble-making face. She tipped farther over the wall, the toes of her boots nearly off the ground and still cussing a blue streak. No way was Connor getting close to that action. He shook his head and mouthed a definite, No. Don’t do it.

Jamie’s eyes brightened with, Are you daring me, man?

Connor didn’t know whether to nod or shake his head. Either way spelled trouble.

Jamie’s left eyebrow spiked into an incredibly wicked, Here goes. His arm lifted higher.

Connor shook his head, disgusted for letting Jamie take a prank this far. He stepped forward to halt the wise guy before things got anymore out of hand. Retrieving the clip in question would solve the Sergeant’s problem and torpedo Jamie’s stand-up comedy once and for all.

“Excuse me, ma’am—”

Jamie’s perfectly white teeth flashed a big shitty grin. His flattened hand lifted over the rump in question.

Apparently, Ramos hadn’t heard Connor yet, leaning over the wall like she was. He was nearly behind her. “Ma’am, let me get that for—”

The sergeant tipped one booted foot to the sky and exclaimed, “Finally. Got the damned thing.”

SMACK!

Crap. Sergeant Ramos came off that wall so fast she landed in Connor’s arms. The deadly scopes of a deadly sniper skewered her one man viewing audience.

Oh, sweet Mother Mary and Joseph.

He gulped and caught a peripheral of his trouble-making buddy. Jamie was on his knees. At the end of wall. Out of sight. Clear out of sight.

Ramos could only see—him.

Those sizzling brown windows to a she-devil’s soul were pointed straight up at—him.

Crap. I’ll be busted back to private first class.

He should’ve pushed off. He should’ve been a gentleman and apologized for the inappropriate contact. He should’ve done anything, but no. Generations of hopeless romantics from the Emerald Isle had led him to this pivotal moment. His fingers refused to unclench from her biceps. Looking down into two dark pools of what felt like the strongest, bitterest, sweetest coffee, Connor was doing good just to keep breathing.

Hot damn. If I’m dying, it’s gonna hurt, but I’m going to heaven.

Equal rank or not, something about this diminutive spitfire had stomped the hell out of his ego from the first moment he’d seen her. With the meanest reputation in the squad, she could teach the drill sergeant’s How to Be an SOB class all by herself. Ramos was a cherry bomb with a short fuse and right now, he was cannon fodder. Nothing but.

“You want to die right here and now, Boston?” she hissed, her shoulders rolling along with her swagger. How could a gal with such sexy brown eyes be so mean and sound so tough? His eyes refused to move off of her, even though her top lip was curled over a wicked Devil Dog bite.

And here he was holding her. Not just holding her, but chest to breast kind of holding her, and either she didn’t mind the contact or he was in for one helluva lesson in smack down, hand-to-hand combat. The woman was pure muscle, her biceps as hard as her eyes. Contempt glittered there, and just maybe something else. Mischief?

“Ahh, no, sir – I mean—no, ma’am—I mean—” He dropped his hands and took a full step back to get out of her personal space, stuttering like an idiot.

Jamie was still crouched with his hand clamped over his big fat mouth he was laughing so hard. Right then and there, Connor should’ve handed his buddy over, but real men don’t do that either.
Ramos stomped right back under Connor’s chin, her eyes dark and deadly, full of the promise of nothing but pain. Maybe death. “You think hitting another soldier’s ass is funny, do you?”

“No, ma’am, I do not.”

God, she was so damned gorgeous. Yeah, she radiated a certain amount of radioactive hostility, and he was pretty sure he glowed already, but damn. What a package. His nose filled with the lovely whiff of roses and incense. How fitting. The sweetness of flowers mingled with the unmistakable hint of burning ash. He’d been an alter boy. He ought to know.

That drab green T-shirt peeking up from her uniform didn’t conceal the rounded landscape beneath from a man of his height, either. Six-foot-three should be the one doing the intimidating instead of peering down a woman’s shirt like he was. The thought of peeling her out of those desert cammies tweaked what was left of his common sense. He wanted to touch. Hell, he wanted to fondle, pet, and a whole lot more.

Should I pour on the Maher charm?

Sizzling death glowered up at him, not even blinking once and full on daring him to keep breathing.

Ah, maybe not.

The verbal assault commenced. “I’m gonna make you wish you died during boot camp, you pig-faced, camel-lipped, piece of...”

On and on she went. He took it like a man. Almost. His jaw kept moving, but sound had ceased coming out. Article 128 of the United States Code of Military Justice flashed through his blood-deprived brain.

Question: Is a slap on the butt considered sexual battery?

Answer: Damn straight. Don’t touch. Don’t tell. And all that stuff.

Jamie howled, at last overcome by his own hysterics.

Ramos shot a scorching look over her shoulder. “You!”

The instant she looked way, the magic faded. Connor was half-inclined to cup her chin and direct her gaze back to him. Just him. Not Jamie. But he was afraid to touch her. She might be too hot for him to handle.

“Why don’t you grow up?” Kicking a boot scrape of sand in Jamie’s face, she stalked off, which only made him laugh harder. The dumb ass looked like he was having a heart attack the way his face was all screwed up.

Oddly, Connor felt a chill when Sergeant Ramos left. A chill in Iraq? How’d that work? He watched her walk away, her dark brown ponytail twitching side to side in time with her butt, both sassy as hell. Taking one step forward to follow and apologize, he came to his senses and stopped short. Not now. Let her cool off. Mad women were unpredictable.

“You shoulda... You shoulda....” Still laughing his guts out, tears streamed over Jamie’s cheeks. “I mean it. You shoulda seen the look on your face!”

“You could get me court-martialed,” Connor ground out, even as his gaze returned to the command tent where Ramos had gone. He wasn’t so much scared as interested. Maybe it was all those blond brothers he’d grown up with, but dark-eyed girls always caught his attention. Hers seemed darker than most, full of sparks, promise, and a whopping dose of cayenne. The moment he’d seen her, he knew. They would spend time together.

“Oh, hell.” Jamie pulled himself onto the wall, dusting his pants off. “Don’t worry. She won’t do anything. You’re safe.”

“Yeah, right.” Connor huffed out an aggravated sigh. “You ever heard of friendly fire? She was an MP sniper, jerk-off. Now I gotta watch my back the rest of my rotation.”

Jamie guffawed through another laughing attack. Connor had half a mind to kick his friend’s ass if it would douse the hysterics, but he doubted it would. Jamie was a fun-loving, risk-taking Hispanic who could charm the socks off most ladies. Didn’t seem to have any effect on the sergeant, though.

Finally, he turned semi-serious. “Don’t worry. I’ve got your six. You know that, Bro.”

“Bullshit, you do,” Connor shot back at him. “You’ve got nothing.”

“No, really. I’ve seen how you look at her.” Jamie almost sounded sincere. “Listen, Connor. Remember how I told you I’d never seen her before in my life, how lots of us Hispanics got the same last names only it don’t mean we’re related? You know, like Martinez, Gonzales, Sanchez, Moreno, Garcia?”

“So what?” Connor could feel it coming. The joke wasn’t over yet.


Jamie winked. “I lied. That’s Izza. My sister.”

Saturday, November 1, 2014

NaNoWriMo is here!

Let us begin!

In the very astute words of Walt Whitman:

“The secret of it all, is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment – to put things down without deliberation – without worrying about their style – without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote – wrote, wrote…By writing at the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught.”

Sunday, October 26, 2014

A BIG shout out to the First United Methodist Church in Marriott-Slaterville!

What a delightful book singing!
Us authors were catered to and pampered by the event managers.
This was without a doubt the best book signing all year as far as meeting and making new fans.

I was privileged to sit with award winning authors Joy Spraycar, Kristin Holt,
Annie Whittaker, Kelli Ann Morgan and Jodee Steffensen.


The turnout was steady both days and when it wasn't, I was surrounded by the best company.
What's better than that?



And I won a beautiful handmade wreath in the silent auction, 
thanks to my new fan you see me sitting with.
Yay me!!!




Monday, October 20, 2014

Books - Books - Books!

Book Signing at the church
How fun!
Come meet 8 Best Selling Authors
Alex, Mark, Zack and Harley will be there too!


Where: The First United Methodist Craft bazaar
1339 West 400 North
Marriott-Slaterville, Utah

When: This Friday and Saturday
October 24th: 1-7pm
October 25th: 9am-4pm

Come join the party!

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Do you like to blog?

Then join the blog tour for Connor!
Monday through Friday
November 11th through 14th


You will receive a free ARC for joining

- or -

Friday, October 17, 2014

Remember when it all started?

Remember when Alex Stewart, mad at the world and himself, stormed away from his fledgling business in Alexandria, Virginia, and fled to the anonymity of his cabin in the Pacific Northwest?
He thought he was taking a vacation from all of his troubles.
He thought he'd never have to deal with love and heartbreak again,
because, damn it! He'd had enough!

Turns out he was wrong....


Click on the picture.
Find out how his business of covert operators, The TEAM, began.
Find out why he hated success.
Find out how he finally remembered who he really was.
ALEX, Book 1
In the Company of Snipers



Monday, October 13, 2014

Contest is closed - Author signed copy of Connor, Book #5

The contest is closed. Congratulations Janett Gomez!

I recently changed my profile picture of Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/author.irishwinters

It depicts a young man in uniform behind marble columns (see below).

The first person who can tell me where the picture was taken will win an author signed copy of Connor, Book #5, In the Company of Snipers, as soon as it it released (early November).


Thursday, October 9, 2014

Middle East Conflicts Wall Memorial

Wow. I did not expect to be so profoundly moved when I visited this wall.
It's been on my bucket list since I found out it existed,
But to be standing in front of the names of men and women who sacrificed all....
Well, I could not hold back my tears. I didn't want to.
Not when I reverently took etchings of names of heroes like Marc Lee (panel 5A, row 36)
and Adam Brown (panel 5C, Row 35).
Wow. I did not expect to feel so -- humble.


Marseilles is a statement all by itself.
A quaint country town alongside the Illinois River, it declares the spirit of true American.
The American flag waves proudly, as well as a few biker club flags.
Well, good on 'em. 
This wall's existence is due to patriots like the Illinois Motorcycle Freedom Club.
Did you know the city of Chicago was approached to host this heroic tribute?
They turned it down. Weren't interested. But I digress.
The point is that America is alive and well and it's in little out of the way towns like
Marseilles where the flag still means something.
Where Gold Star Families are still honored.


There are 13 panels filled with name after name, 2 more panels mostly blank.
It honors all military members who have died in combat since 1979,
like the Marines lost in Kobar Towers, 
the men lost aboard the USS Cole, and others....


Friends and family leave mementos...
I left my eternal appreciation that good men and women still exist,
that heroes are not the things of myth and fantasy,
that God has blessed America.

Check it out: www.ilfreedomrun.org
You'll be glad you did.



Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Introducing Connor, Book 5

Heartache hurts so much worse than gunshot…

How many times can a man say he’s sorry?
Junior Agent Connor Maher is about to find out.
On a hot dusty operation in the middle of sun-baked Utah,
he comes face to face with his worst nightmare.
Diminutive spitfire and ex-Marine MP, Isabella Ramos,
has only three words for him: I. Hate. You.
Like he hasn’t heard that before….

Why was he the one who got to live?
Izza only took the Utah assignment because he'd be there.
It was time Connor knew the truth, only she’s not so sure
she should tell him. Grief made her bitter. Not stupid.
Besides, he’s not the man she thought she knew.
Their life and death struggle in the Western Utah Desert may prove her wrong.
Or will it?

Anticipate release date ~ November 2014

Monday, September 15, 2014

Announcing Harley, Book 4, In the Company of Snipers

It's a party!
Come join the Blog Tour for HARLEY, In the Company of Snipers, Book4.
The Blog Tour link is: http://nblo.gs/ZVU9R

 Harley Blog Tour

There will be prizes - a $25 Amazon gift card and/or a personally signed copy of the paperback.

~ ALSO ~
Harley's buddy, MARK, Book 2, (kindle version) is FREE on Amazon Sept 15th and 16th only.


AMAZON link:

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Will I Ever Do Another Book Signing?


A friend of mine asked me why I go to all the trouble of book signing.

Man, they are a lot of work, especially at community celebrations like Layton Days, Roy Days, and the last one, Peach Days. Us crazy authors arrive early with some contraption that's supposed to be real easy to set up, hence the name: EZ-Up. Bet me. Maybe for one of my hunky heroes it would be, but when you're all of five-foot-five, it's a bit of a challenge.

Then we drag in boxes of books, and of course we need tables to display all those gorgeous books. Not to mention concrete blocks that weigh a ton to weight that simple, easy to set up contraption down in case of wind. Not to mention a rotating fan because we do live in Utah. Not to mention all those other essentials an author needs to sustain themselves during one or two full days of - work. Whew! I'm tired just hinting about it!

And then it rains because, like I said before, it is Utah. You never know what kind of weather is going to show up. The wind tests our determination. The heat tests our endurance. And remind me why the heck am I doing this?

I'll tell you a secret. It isn't for the money.

It's for the Korean War Veterans I've had the pleasure of meeting. My guys are fiction. These guys were the real thing.

It's also for that real covert operator who stopped by my booth late last night to shake my hand, that real guy who went into Afghanistan during Charlie Wilson's War. Him. Yeah. You know who you are. I so wish we could have talked more. It was totally my honor to meet you, sir. And thanks for signing up to do more of the same. You know what I mean.

It's for that special friend who came all the way to Logan to chat with me and keep me company. Man, I should hire you as my publicist, Nancy. You sold a couple books for me while you were there!

It's for that nephew of my favorite author, Stephen Templin. Wow! What are the odds that I would have  that bright, young man at my booth in the middle of nowhere Utah? He asked me if I've ever read SEAL TEAM SIX. Like about a hundred times! And then he told me his uncle wrote the book, and, holy cow, peel me off the ceiling of that simple, easy to set up contraption. I forgot all about selling and signing. My day was made just meeting Sergie (I hope I've gotten his name right). What a terrific young man! Thank you for stopping to talk.

But mostly, it's for that young woman whose navy SEAL husband is away from home right now doing his duty. She was standing at my booth and I looked into her eyes and it was plain to see that she was missing him. And she's afraid. And she was shaking my hand because I'm a real author, like I'm the important one? Talk about a great big fat reality check. I'm nobody. She is the hero, and so is that hubby of hers, God bless him wherever he is. And God bless her while she waits. Yeah. I'm pretty sure I'm nobody in this equation.

So there you have it. My secret. I don't do author signings for the money. I do it 100% for the choice opportunity of face time with the best fans in the world. My fans.

And yeah. I'll be at as many author signings as I can. I'll sit in the sun and the heat. I'll set up that simple, easy to set up contraption again and again. And in the end, it will be me who is the privileged one because I got to shake their hands.

God Bless America.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Another Irish Winters Book Signing!




Come one! Come all!
To the Hearts of the West local authors' booth
At
Peach Days in Brigham City!

This Friday and Saturday
Sept 5th and 6th.

Look for the big red Hearts of the West banner!
I'll be signing and selling,
Meeting and greeting

Don't miss it 
I'd love to see you there!

Look for me to be In the Company of Snipers with ALEX… MARK… ZACK…. maybe HARLEY….
Who knows? He might just show….


Hmmmm. I'd come if I were you.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

PARTY HEARTY for HARLEY

It's going to be a FaceBook Blog Tour party!

Monday - Friday - September 15 - September 19

There will be prizes, grand prizes, an over abundance of really good trivia,
but best of all. (drum roll please) ……
There will be HARLEY!!!!!

Come join me on each stop of the BLOG TOUR

Stops will be posted on the FaceBook Party Page
Official Book Tour: Harley (In the Company of Snipers, #4) Irish Winters


Release Date: September 2014 - maybe as early as Labor Day weekend

BLOGGERS - CONTACT -- amydelrosso@gmail.com OR- sign up to be a Blog Tour Host or hostess @  http://eepurl.com/EUr21
(The schedule will be posted on the tour page and all information will be emailed to all participants in sufficient time to prepare for their stop.)


Monday, August 11, 2014

Best Day Ever!

One of the side effects of either my genre, military romance, or possibly my writing has become the men and women, the military members and veterans whom I've personally had the privilege to meet, either in person or through social media.

Today I was personally contacted by one of my all time favorite authors, Mr. Stephen Templin, who co-authored 'SEAL TEAM SIX - Memoirs of an Elite Navy SEAL Sniper It is the true story of SEAL Team Six operator, Howard Wasdin during the Battle of Mogadishu, Somalia, 1993.

All I can say is - WOW. I am star struck and humbled for Mr. Templin's service, dedication, and love of my country.  Dr. Howard Wasdin's too. He is another one of my heroes, something he'll never know but that's okay. I have a lot of heroes like Mr. Templin and him. They don't need to know me.


 SEAL TEAM SIX

This book will touch your heart and ignite your love of country like no other.
Never forget.
Always be thankful for the real heroes.
Every. Single. Day.



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Mark Houston has done the unthinkable.
The United States Marine has fallen in love with his best friend’s fiancée. Now he has to tell Libby Clifton that Jon was killed in action. When Mark accompanies his friend’s body home to the quiet farming community of Spencer, Wisconsin, he discovers that all was not well between Libby and Jon. He dares to hope there might still be room in her heart for him—until she confides in him that he’s the only friend she has—the very last thing a man in love wants to hear.

She’s trying to move on.
After the very public funeral of her war hero fiancée, Libby Clifford trades the sedate country life for nursing school in big city Chicago. Little does she realize that kilos of opium lay six-feet underground with the man she’s just buried. The cold-blooded cartel boss has proven he will go to extreme lengths to get his drugs back. Mark Houston, now working for Alex Stewart and his covert surveillance team, is determined to protect Libby. Three paths are on a collision course of murder, deceit, and betrayal.

Opium isn’t the only thing that’s buried....