Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas from Aurelia B. Rowl with a GIVEAWAY!

Hey everyone! Merry Christmas! Since it is Christmas I am moving Gruesome Grammar Tuesday (Gruesday) to Thursday the 27th. Instead I am celebrating Christmas with the lovely Aurelia B. Rowl AND she's giving away a copy of her recent release: Christmas is Cancelled. Aurelia take it away!

Aurelia: Good morning and MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Father Christmas has already visited the Rowl household, and the kids’ playroom is now festooned with wrapping paper – there are toys and books everywhere! We’ve already had lots of laughs and it’s barely past 7am here. Somehow, my 5 (and ¾ if you ask him) year-old son managed to stay in bed until just before 6am, and my very nearly 4 year-old daughter a little after that.
But, seeing as Santa has been, I’m relieved my debut book wasn’t a prophecy, and that Christmas wasn’t Cancelled after all. Today is all about giving and sharing, and family, and seeing as I’m basking in the festive glow, I am offering a copy of Christmas is Cancelled to one lucky commenter… there’s no rush though, enjoy this special time and leave a comment below any time between now and 9pm (UK GMT) on December 27th , when I will pick a winner at random.
Before I go though, let me tell you a little about both myself and my Christmas release…

Contemporary romance
Release date: 21 December 2012
Publisher: Breathless Press
ISBN: 978-1-77101-938-5
Heat level: 3 (steamy)
Word count: 40,000+


Could Tilly's day get any worse? Even Christmas had been cancelled! Will Dean succumb to temptation as he endeavors to make Christmas better for both of them?

Matilda 'Tilly' Carter didn't think her day could get any worse, but even Christmas had just been cancelled.

The one girl Dean Watson has sworn never to have—never even expected to see again—just flared back into his life and into his home—his sanctuary—like she belonged there. Christmas would certainly be more bearable with Tilly around though…

As the chinks in Dean's armor appear, Tilly seizes the chance to win her knight once and for all. She's not about to take no for answer—not this time—but Dean must resist, even as his heart rebels and temptation threatens to undermine his resolve.

Win or lose? Love or honor? Which will Dean choose? Assuming he gets a choice…

Book trailer


Tears welled in her eyes, clouding her vision. She turned and wandered blindly toward the exit as the first tear escaped, forging a track down her cheek for the rest to follow. Tilly took in a lungful of air and then another. Having made a spectacle of herself once already, she really didn't want to be the cause of yet another scene.

The crowds swarmed around her, with students and family members heading home for the holidays only adding to the usual rush-hour melee of commuters. They jostled past, threatening to swallow her whole, as they rushed en mass in the opposite direction, using their briefcases and suitcases as a battering ram.

It was suffocating. She had to get out of there. Breaking into a run, broken heel or not, she raced through the doors and out into the biting December chill. Her waterlogged eyes struggled to adjust to the dark, dreary sky after the bright station lights, but she didn't dare slow down, desperate to escape the throng of festivities and merriment.

Carol singers assembled outside burst into a jovial rendition of "We Wish You a Merry Christmas," full of joy and happiness. Didn't they know Christmas had just been cancelled?

"Ooof!" Tilly smacked her shin against the edge of a low bench, too dark to see as she tried to dodge the growing audience. She ended up sprawled across the bench, dropping the handle of her suitcase with a loud clatter.

At least the pain shooting down her leg gave her an excuse to be crying. Unfortunately, it meant she had to stop running too. Not good. Whenever things got too tough, too intimate, or too confrontational, you could rely on her to make a run for it. Running away was what she did best...

A tall figure loomed in the edge of her vision, something vaguely familiar about the man's loping gait. In an effort to see him more clearly, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, then cringed inwardly at the black streaks now etched all over them. Great. She could add impersonating a panda to her day from hell as well then.

The mascara stung her eyes, rendering her unable to focus properly. She blinked furiously as the man strode past her, talking into a mobile phone in a deep voice that resonated throughout her body and made the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. A surge of adrenaline rushed to her legs, numbing the pain as her subconscious told her to run. Now!

The cloaked figure stopped mid-stride as if he'd heard her gasp. "Mike, I've gotta go," he barked into the phone, hanging up instantly. He backtracked until he was standing right in front of her, his tone changing from a growl to one of surprise. "Basmati?"

Great. She hadn't heard the nickname for years—nine years, four months and...sixteen days, to be exact—and even then, only one person had ever actually used it. She screwed her eyes tightly shut, shaking her head from side to side. No. No way. There was absolutely no way this could be happening to her. Not now. Not today of all days... Talk about kicking a girl when she was down.

Buy links:

Barnes & Noble – coming soon
iTunes – coming soon

About the Author:

Aurelia B Rowl is a contemporary romance author but you can also find her masquerading as Allie A Burrow, her raunchier alter-ego.

She lives on the edge of the Peak District in the UK with her very understanding husband and their two fantastic children aged 5 and 3, along with their mad rescue mutt who doesn’t mind being used as a sounding post and source of inspiration. They are all used to her getting too caught up with her latest writing project... or five!... and she is guiltily counting down the months until she has both kids at school full-time.

To find out more about Aurelia, or to check out what projects she's working on right now, you can visit her website www.aureliabrowl.com

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  1. Hey ladies! Merry Christmas :)
    It's nice to know you've been having a lovely day, Aurelia!

    1. Thanks Carmen. Merry Christmas, hope you had a lovely day too :-)

  2. Merry Christmas to you all! Hope you are having a great Christmas! :-)

    1. Merry Christmas Sally! I hope you are having a great Christmas too.

  3. Hi Megan, hi Aurelia. You're really working very hard Aurelia, blog touring while the world parties and rests. I wish that Christmas is Cancelled does wonderfully for you Aurelia.

  4. oooh is it too late to enter :) I hope not. This sounds like a good read! :D

    1. Not too late at all, there's a little over 12 hours to go :o)

    2. I'm a sucker for reunion stories, so I can't wait to read "Christmas is Cancelled." Plus, I want to find out what Dean's secrets are!

    3. Thanks Cheril, even I got a shock when I wrote it, as I had no idea!

  5. Replies
    1. Thanks Téa, and as you fall under the umbrella of my "ABCs", you may like to check the dedication ;-)

  6. Congratulations Leona!!

    List Randomizer

    There were 7 items in your list. Here they are in random order:

    1. Leona Bushman
    2. Maria Perry Mohan
    3. Doro
    4. Carmen Falcone
    5. Cheril Vernon
    6. Téa Cooper
    7. Sally Max

    Timestamp: 2012-12-27 21:06:28 UTC

  7. *squees* *dances and twirls* Thank you!!

  8. A BIG thank you to everyone who entered AND to Aurelia for letting me host this giveaway!

    PS-Congrats Leona! :-)