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Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Guest Post with Author Amy Ayers and Giveaway



Amy Ayers remembers writing her first fiction as an introspective tween in rainy Portland, Oregon. She took a break from writing to move with her family to the desert of Phoenix, Arizona. She graduated from the University of Arizona with a degree in Journalism and a minor in Women’s Studies which lends itself to writing strong, opinionated heroines. She has worked as an Editor, a Job-Skills Trainer, and as an Executive Assistant. She even spent a college semester writing articles for the Tombstone Epitaph in the town ‘too tough to die’. She currently divides her time between her writing, her family (including one husband, four boys and two dogs), and her daily commute to work. A life-long lover of literature, she began writing her own contemporary romance in earnest in 2014 and is thrilled to be published with Entangled. She hopes to win the lottery someday so that she can devote all of her time to writing; until then, she writes when she can.


Becoming a published author reminds more and more like my journey to motherhood. When my husband and I had been married for a few years, we decided we wanted to start a family. Actually I decided. My husband wasn’t so sure he wanted anything but dogs. So we agreed on having one (child that is) and I merrily threw my birth control pills in the garbage. I’m not sure what we expected, exactly. But it wasn’t years of infertility and a miscarriage before our first son was – finally – born.

We’d had so much time to read, prepare, plan. I patted my belly, drank my organic smoothies and read my unborn son countless stories, confident that we were ready.*

(*we were not ready)

Babies have a way of taking over your life and our little six pound bundle of joy most certainly took over. But we survived, miraculously forgot all of those early struggles and somehow I was able to convince my husband we needed just one more. Please note I said one.

One year of fertility treatments and another miscarriage and boom, we were expecting again. We went into our first ultrasound appointment like old pros. I knew exactly what type of blip I was looking for on the screen, but what did shock me was seeing two little blips on the screen.

Our twin boys were born at 34 weeks and except for a few weeks in the NICU, they were perfect additions to our family. Our completed family. So imagine our surprise when after years of needing intensive medical intervention to conceive we managed to get pregnant on our own courtesy of a quickie while all the boys napped. Our last son was born 12 months and two weeks after the twins.

Four boys, in four years. Including two at the same time. Not what my husband signed up for but we wouldn’t have it any other way.

My journey to getting published isn’t all that different then the journey to be a mom. I spent years writing, rewriting, massaging, getting critiques, rewriting some more until I was finally ready to release HIS FAMILY OF CONVENIENCE into the world. And it was rejected. Repeatedly. I was close to giving up when I got the call from Entangled that they wanted to acquire it for the Indulgence line. Not only that, they wanted two more books.

I went from having nothing published to having a three-book contract in an instant. Now I’m in revisions on book #2 in The Medina Legacy and I’ve started outlining book #3. Now I don’t have all the time in the world to polish and massage my words to my heart’s content. I have deadlines and marketing responsibilities and as soon as one fire is put out, another one erupts. Just like when I was trying to potty train my four year old while my twins were trying to remove their newborn brother from his bassinet and ‘play’ with him.

It’s not lost on me how abundantly blessed I am, both personally and professionally. I can’t wait to bring more book “babies” into the world!



Senna Callas’s one-night stand with her alpha asshole boss, Marco Medina, was supposed to mark the end of her internship and their ridiculous attraction. After being unreachable and ignoring Senna for a year, Marco sweeps back into the country and summons her to his office, revealing he knows her secret…the secret created during their explosive night together.

Marco is determined to be there for the son he’s just discovered he has, but when it comes to being with Senna, his choices aren’t his own. His meddling family expects him, the firstborn son, to follow through with the arranged marriage set up when he was a child. And Senna has no plans on being his mistress and still resents how her attempts to contact Marco were ignored. The only thing going right between them is the attraction that burns no matter the complicated situation they’re in.

Marco would do anything to protect his family, anything except decide between the legacy he was born into and the young family he’s just found…

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He walked over to where she was standing with an involuntary need to be closer to her. She faced him, and the vulnerability etched into her features made him long to take her in his arms and kiss her until she was breathless.

“Please,” she implored, her hands finding their way to a resting spot on his chest. He didn’t know if he could resist her much longer. “The past is, well, the past. We have a son, and we need to look ahead. We don’t have to be best friends or even friendly acquaintances if you don’t want to. But you have to promise me, whatever happens, you’ll always be there for Max. And I don’t mean by sending a check once in a while. Promise me you’ll be a father, a dad. That you’ll take him to a baseball game. Or you’ll take him to the beach and look for starfish together. Promise me you’ll just be a presence in his life. He deserves that.”

He swallowed hard. “Always, princesa. I promise.”

They stood that way for what seemed like a long while, neither speaking, just being close with each other and processing the intimacy between them. He wanted to kiss her. He needed to kiss her. It was all flooding back, all the memories that had been locked away so he could focus on his father and ensure that Medina Enterprises would endure. That his family would endure.

He’d forgotten how her essence had a way of seeping into the marrow of his bones. How hard it was to keep his hands off her while working together. She was honest, pure. No guile. She demanded nothing of him directly, but his body begged to obey hers.

Without thinking, Marco reached up to cup her face, lifting her chin closer to his. He brought her lips to his, and she did nothing to resist. They came together slowly at first; he brushed his lips with hers, tasting, teasing. But he couldn’t hold back, and their kiss intensified. Her arms snaked around his neck and held his head firmly in place. His hands moved lower until they rested low on her hips right above the curve of her behind. He brought her hips closer, eliminating the space between them.

His tongue found its way into her mouth, gently exploring every crevice. She moaned softly under his ministrations, and he was hard and throbbing almost instantly.

How could he have forgotten the sweetness of her lips, the softness of her skin, the silky feel of her tresses as his hands wandered up and down her back? He wanted to sneak out onto the grounds, forgetting about everyone else, and spirit her away to the gentle rolling hills by the nearby lake and spend all night making up for lost time.

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2 comments :

  1. Wow! I thought 3 girls four years old and younger were tough...I can't imagine 4 boys! Enjoy these crazy years...they go by too fast.

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  2. It's amazing how we plan pour lives and think we're ready to take it on. Life has it's own plans. :) I had 5 girls and 2 boys one after the other It took me 30 years to remember I had a first name that wasn't Ma or Mommy. lol lol But it's been quite a wonderful journey
    Carol L
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