Showing posts with label HARLEY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HARLEY. Show all posts

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Please excuse the dust, step 2

The TEAM is undergoing a little rebranding while the series,
In the Company of Snipers transforms from Romance
to
Military Romance

The is the new HARLEY, the tormented hero of Book 4,
who's struggling to remember as much as he'd like to forget.



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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!

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.)


Sunday, August 10, 2014

Harley, In the Company of Snipers, #4

Harley is in the last round of edits and giving me the evil eye.
The man needs to be published, so….
It's time for a hint of things to come.



Thunder shook the ground. Shrapnel and bullets pinged too close and personal, pushing him to act. So that’s the way it was, under fire and his men forced to leave him behind. He was alone. Instinct kicked in. Training took over.
Move it, soldier. Move it. Move it. Move it!

He steeled his jaw, stiffened his spine and secured his belt around his own bleeding leg, padding it with a rag from the dirty ground. The chemicals in the smoke provided an acid eyewash that would not quit. He could barely see to stagger away. His feet would not follow. No matter. He carved a drunkard’s path into the desert and away from hell. One more step. Then another. Time and distance. All he needed now. Three things were sure. He wouldn’t be taken alive. He’d live to fight another day. And he’d catch up with his men.
Keep moving!

Confusion and guilt ruled the day. It sure looked like his men were dead back there. He was sure they’d begged for help. But then they were gone. That meant they were alive, that they walked away. Didn’t it? Parts felt real.
Parts did not. Like that detached hand. How could those fingers tap like they were attached to Kent when they weren’t? Harley collapsed against a wall. Scrubbing the pain away, he tried desperately to remember or forget. The puzzle remained. Hadn’t he seen this same damned movie before?

Shreds of bizarre nonsense swirled inside his tired skull.
“Nine o’clock team meeting, don’t be—”
“Your favorite peppered shrimp—”
“Mark’s baby girl... JayJay... looks like—”
“Judy.”

The last word, that name tugged at his weary mind for further scrutiny. It meant something. He could tell. It was a pleasant name. Like the piercing beam of a lighthouse cast high above the pitch-black storm in his head, it called
to him. ‘Look at me. Remember me.’

Harley sucked in another breath of desert air, his soul whipped and beaten by the war. Who the hell is Judy?

Look for him early September at Amazon.com, paperback and kindle ebook!

Sunday, June 1, 2014

My man Harley is a flirt and a tease...

So here's a tease for my favorite fans…

For a split second, Judy wavered, the sight of him dripping wet and aroused more temptation than she’d anticipated. The steamy bathroom was no help. Primal attraction crackled between them. She licked her lips, her body ready and willing to comply. Harley held out his hand in invitation. Despite the emergency call from the hospital which she ought to be responding to, she’d thought of joining him in the shower right then and there.
“You going or coming, darlin’?” he’d asked, a sexy smirk tweaking his lips and the innuendo unmistakable. He looked so damn irresistible with water dripping off his chin. The brat. How could he tempt her like that when she had to be on the ER floor in less than twenty minutes? And dressed.
“Join me,” he coaxed, the deep rumble vibrating from him and through her through his fingertips. “Come on in. The water’s almost as hot as you.”
“I can’t,” she whispered even as she leaned in. Her feet might have been firmly planted on dry ground, but her common sense was already stripped bare and pounding out a happy dance.
“Sure you can.” He reached a gentle hand for the back of her neck, and took a step forward, his head lowered for a hello darlin’ kiss.

Is Harley hot or what?
Not sure? Just wait.
He'll be on Amazon in September
Then you'll know….