Friday, August 31, 2012

Romancing the Hop!

Welcome to my HOP STOP
Besides the great prizes listed below, I'm offering a prize, too.
Read on!

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $130 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: The following Swag Pack!

See the movie in there toward the left, ONE FINE DAY? It's hiding a bit, can't see George Clooney's handsome mug (*pout*) or Michelle Pheiffer's beautiful face, but that's my contribution. Actually, I'm not too upset George is hidden--those abs to the right deserve front billing, right? Anyway, One Fine Day is one of my favorite romantic comedies and the scene at the end where he's going in for that first kiss just melts my heart every time I watch, which has been more than a few times.

The movie itself contains kids and isn't overly romantic in a flowers and candlelight way, but the back and forth between the two characters is what really draws me in, like most of my favorite romantic movies do. Here's an excerpt from my contemporary western and though it's not overtly romantic in the classic sense of the word either, I'd be pretty happy if my hubby ever wanted to re-inact this scene, um, minus the pain of a dislocated shoulder... *grin*



Catch the stallion ~ win the ranch. A simple competition between bitter enemies until passion flares in the simmering Texas heat.

Tripp strode in with the bucket of hot water, only pausing a second when he saw her at the sink, the bowls dripping in the drain rack on the counter. She turned away to reach for a drying towel, listening to his booted footsteps cross the floor to the bathroom. Moments later, he stood next to her and removed the towel from her shaky fingers.

Afraid his expression would match his cold tone, she headed straight for the bathroom. No more than she closed the door, she realized she needed her pajamas for after she was done washing. He turned around when she stepped back out.

“Do you need help?”

His grudging offer surprised her, as did the warm flicker of concern in his blue eyes. Until the picture of him removing her shirt flashed so vividly that she panicked and her “No!” came out fast and sharp. His gaze hardened again. Tossing aside the towel, he left the cabin without another word.

Forcing herself not to give in to self-pity, she took out her tank pajama top and shorts, but realized she’d never be able to raise her injured arm high enough to put on the top. Pushing it back in her bag, she pulled out a short-sleeved cotton shirt with small buttons. After she’d washed, and won the struggle to put on and fasten her clean clothes, she stared in the mirror at her tangled, dusty curls. There was more than enough water left for a wash, and the last thing she wanted to do was go to bed with dirty, grimy hair.

Managing to carry the bucket from the bathroom to the larger kitchen sink, she took a few moments to get everything ready and within reach for when her head was upside down in the sink to rinse. But then she paused. How the hell was she really going to do this one-handed? The pills she’d taken had dulled the pain to a bearable ache for now, but bending over that sink would be mighty uncomfortable.

She lifted her uninjured arm to run a hand through her curls, thinking maybe she could get away with a good brushing. Only a few inches past her hairline, the tangles impeded her progress. An attempt to force her fingers through the mess only resulted in pulling at her now itchy scalp. She set her jaw with stubborn determination; washing was the only option.

Unfortunately, by the time she got her hair wet, the ache in her shoulder had increased to an insistent throb again. She measured her breaths and kept going, resolved to get the job done now that she’d started. A reach for the shampoo bottle accidently knocked the handle of the pan of water she’d set on the counter for rinsing. The pan spun, teetered on the edge, then fell to the floor with a loud clang.

Her automatic grab for the pan jolted her shoulder. “Ow. Damn it all.”

After a deep breath and a glance at the water all over the floor, she admitted this was not going to work. But, crap, now her hair was soaking wet.

Boots sounded on the porch and the door banged open.

“What the hell are you doing in here?”

Reggie stiffened, mortified at how she must look with her butt sticking out as her head hung in the sink. “I’m washing my hair. Now get out.”

Silence followed, but she didn’t hear Tripp’s boots or the door.

“And how’s that going for you?”

The smirk in his voice made her feel like even more of an idiot. “Tripp, please, just go, okay?”

She heard a soft sigh. He moved then, only it was toward her.


“Shut-up and let me help.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw him grab a chair with one hand, lifting it easily to carry it to her side.

“Turn around and sit so you can tip your head back.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she did as he ordered while he held her hair over the sink. Her neck rested against something soft, and she realized he’d put a towel across the edge of the basin for her comfort. Still, she cringed, adjusting her position as he picked up the pan from the floor and refilled it from the warm bucket of water. Sitting was better than bending over, but the hard chair back added pressure against her sore shoulder.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.


“You’re making a face. Does your shoulder hurt?”

“A little,” she admitted, but then smoothed out her expression and tried not to wiggle anymore. He strode across the room for a pillow on the bed and returned to her side, motioning for her to sit forward. After he slipped the cushion behind her, she settled back with relief.


Her heart thudded at the sight of his steady blue gaze staring down at her, full of concern. She managed a quiet, “Yes, thank you.”

“Good.” He reached for the shampoo bottle. “Now scoot down some and tilt your head back.”

He poured peach-scented shampoo into his palm and rubbed his hands together before leaning over to ease his fingers into her still-dripping hair, starting along the hairline. Her eyelids drifted shut as his fingers began to knead her scalp. Wow. As he worked his way from her forehead all the way to the base of her neck, she fought a wave of tiredness. His massage was too good to sleep through.

She opened her eyes for a peek to find his chest above her face as he worked the shampoo along the roots and down the length of her curls.

Her senses filled with the mingled scent of peaches and Tripp, Irish Spring soap from his bath and warm male. A tingle spread down her neck, across her shoulders into her arms. It took over her entire body when he massaged backward, from her neck to her forehead again.


The moment she heard her own aroused sound of pleasure, she cut it off. Damn it. Heat flooded her cheeks. Without opening her eyes, she knew he was watching her reaction, could feel his gaze as if it touched her. Her nipples tightened at the thought, and she swallowed hard. His muscled leg shifted against her arm a moment before a steady stream of warm water flowed over her scalp.

He rinsed her hair thoroughly and squeezed the water out. When he told her to sit up, the rougher than usual rasp of his voice sent a sensual ripple along her nerves. A towel fell over her head and his hands began to massage again. Aching shoulder or not, she was ready to jump him right here.

If only the idiot hadn’t thrown the condoms in the fire.


Condoms in the fire?? Yep! Pick up a copy of CHASIN' MASON and you can find out what the heck is up with that?!


Now that I've teased you with my excerpt, to be entered into my hop stop giveaway, there's two things I'm going to ask.

1. REQUIRED: Leave a comment telling me the most romantic gesture you've ever received and DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS...if you win, we need to be able to contact you!

2. REQUESTED: Follow my blog, or join my newsletter (email staceyjoynetzel @ gmail (dot) com) so I can keep you up to date on all the fun stuff on my Coming Soon page! There's a lot coming up and I've got a shelf full of prizes and books coming your way.
What's my prize you ask?
One lucky commentor will win this set of mini-barrel jar candles from Party Lite to set the mood for your next romantic evening.
Scents: Apricot Daisy and Bamboo Mist
Thank you so much for swinging by and Happy Hopping!
(Make sure to stop at all the other locations for some more great prizes! The more you comment, the more chances you have at the Grand Prizes. Good luck!)

Oh-and one more thing: Several fab  author friends are also participating in the hop. You won’t want to miss– Kristine Cayne #28, Alicia and Roy Street #57, Natalie G. Owens #159Dana Delamar #60Diana LayneL.C. Giroux #159, *lizzie starr #79Christina Routon , and Lily Silver

Stacey Joy Netzel

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Winner: BBB Summer Launch Event

Elizabeth K. is the winner of my signed print 3 book Colorado Trust Series Giveaway in connection with the Beach Book Blast Summer Launch Event.

Thank you
to everyone who stopped by and participated!

There will be more contests and chances to win coming up--check out my Coming Soon tab up top and I hope to see you again real soon.

Stacey Joy Netzel

Sunday Share: The Honorable Rancher, by Barbara White Daille

I'm happy to welcome back Barbara White Daille with her next book in the Flagman's Folly series. I loved The Rodeo Man's Daughter, and really look forward to finding some time to read this one.

Bonus for you today! All you have to do after reading the excerpt is leave a comment and you'll be entered to win a signed print copy of the very first in the series, A Rancher's Pride.

by Barbara White Daille

Genre:  Short contemporary romance

Heat level:  Sweet/Sensual

A Best Friend’s Vow

The hero of Flagman’s Folly has been gone more than a year. But he still stands between Ben Sawyer and what he desires most—Dana Wright, the love of Ben’s life.

When soldier Paul Wright left for the last time, he made his best friend promise to look after his wife and kids. Ben—good, steady Ben—is honoring that promise. And it’s burning him up inside.

Because Dana is shutting Ben out. She wants him—so much—but she can’t afford to give in. If she does, she’ll spill her secret, and the betrayal will hurt everyone she cares about—her children, who loved their daddy; her town, which loves its hero; and Ben, who loved his friend. She’ll do anything to protect her secret—even give up her second chance at happiness.


In all the years since grade school, nothing had ever come between Paul and Dana.  Ben had always honored that.  Now he had to make doubly sure not to cross the line.  "Today has to be hard for you," he said, keeping his voice low.

"Seeing Tess and Caleb so happy?  Why should that cause me any trouble?  I'm glad they're finally together."

She meant it, he knew, though her words sounded as brittle as the chipped ice in the banquet hall's champagne buckets.  In the moonlight, her eyes glittered.  Had she tried for a lighter tone to keep tears from overflowing?  Or to prove how comfortable she felt around him?

Why did she have to prove anything?  Why the heck couldn't she enjoy his company, the way she always used to?  If she'd just give him that, he'd feel satisfied.

Sure, he would.

She'd grown quiet again, and he gestured toward the fountain.  "What brought you out here?  Wanting to make a wish?"

She shook her head.  "No.  Those are for people who aren't willing to work hard to get what they want."

"I can't argue with you there."  Still, he felt tempted to toss a coin into the water for a wish of his own—that for once, she'd let him make things easier for her.  "But there's such a thing as working too hard, you know."

"Ben, please."  She gathered up her dress and stood.  "You called the truce yourself, remember?  I know you only want to help.  For Paul.  And because we're friends."  Her voice shook from her stress on the word.  "We've had this conversation before.  Now, once and for all, I'm doing fine."  As if to prove her point, she smiled.  "And I have to go inside.  Tess will be tossing her bouquet soon.  I wouldn't want to lose out on that."

A tear sparkled at the corner of her eye.

Missing the chance to catch a handful of flowers couldn't upset her that much.  He knew what she really missed—having a husband by her side.  Her husband.

His best friend.

But neither of them would have Paul back in their lives.

Before he could get to his feet, she left, running away like that princess in the fairytale his niece asked him to read to her over and over again.

No, not a princess.  The one who took off without her glass slipper—Cinderella. 

Dana was no Cinderella.  She hadn't left a shoe behind.  Hadn't even dropped a button from that pink dress as something for him to remember her by.  As if he could ever forget her. 

She'd been the heroine of a story he'd once created long ago, a story he'd had to write in his head because he hadn't yet known how to spell all the words.

How did it go?  Like in his niece's storybook...

Once upon a time, that was it.

Once upon a time, in the Land of Enchantment—otherwise known as the state of New Mexico—Benjamin Franklin Sawyer had high hopes and a huge crush on the girl who sat one desk over from him in their classroom every day.

No other girl in town, Ben felt sure, could beat Dana Smith, and most likely no other woman in the world could compare to her, either.  In any case, without a doubt, she was the cutest of all his female friends in their kindergarten classroom.
Unfortunately, when the teacher moved his best friend, Paul Wright, to the desk on the other side of Dana's, Ben saw his hopes dashed.

The crush, however, continued.  For a good long while.
As for Benjamin Franklin Sawyer's hopes...

Well, not every story had a happy ending.


From Barbara:  "Hi! I hope you enjoyed the excerpt of HONORABLE RANCHER. I'm currently on a blog tour to celebrate the release of the book. You can find full details at my website. Meanwhile, please leave a comment or question for me here at Sunday Share, and your name will be entered in a drawing for an autographed paper copy of A RANCHER'S PRIDE, the first book set in Flagman's Folly."

Originally from the East Coast, award-winning author Barbara White Daille now lives with her husband in the warm, sunny Southwest, where they love the lizards in the front yard but could do without the scorpions in the bathroom.

From the time she was a toddler, Barbara found herself fascinated by those things her mom called "books."  Once she learned the words between the covers held the magic of storytelling, she wanted to see her words in print so she could weave that spell for others.

Barbara hopes you will enjoy reading her stories and will find your own storytelling magic in them!



Thanks so much for stopping by to share that great excerpt Barbara, and thanks to you readers, too. Now comment so you can win Barbara's book.

Happy Reading!

Stacey Joy Netzel

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Beach Book Blast Summer Launch Event + Giveaway

Welcome to my personal blog post for the

Authors of the WG2E Street Team and the Beach Book Blast blog have gathered together to bring you all their summer releases in one super event full of prizes and fun!

My book in the event is Chasin' Mason
on sale for $1.99 (regular price $3.99)

Get your copy here: AMAZON, BN, SW, ARe, KOBO

I make no secret of my love of horses and mountains, so one or the other in my books should come as no surprise. Chasin' Mason features one hot cowboy fighting for what he feels is his due and a fiesty woman dealing with guilt while struggling to hold on to the ranch she holds dear. Mason is the horse.

My romantic suspense Colorado Trust Series starts with Trust in the Lawe, also set on a ranch with horses, but instead of the sultry Texas range, the location is the majestic Colorado Rocky Mountains. Linking the cowboys and horses in Chasin' Mason and Trust in the Lawe seems a logical move, so...

for my personal blog event giveaway the prize is:

Set of 3 Signed print* books
Colorado Trust Series
Trust in the Lawe
Shattered Trust
Shadowed Trust

 (*Print books shipped to the US or Canada only. If winner is outside of US/Canada, I will gladly substitute ebooks for the print versions)

QUESTION: Is there a setting/location that would make a book an auto-buy for you?
Using the Rafflecopter below, you can enter once or multiple times.

Now, if you haven't visited the Beach Book Blast blog yet, you'll want to hop on over there and see what's happening! Enter to win the grand prize of a KINDLE FIRE, or one of 15 other prizes.

On Thursday, from 8p-11p Eastern (7p-10p central), all us authors will be hosting a Facebook Party. LIKE us on Facebook and join the party for a chance to win even MORE prizes!

 Plus, visit the individual blogs offering personal giveaways like mine--links are listed under the book blurbs on the Books page (link below). All in all, that's 24+ prizes you could win!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Some of our participating authors took time to answer my question and posed questions of their own. Click on their name to check out their blog!

Lily Silver is partial to the settings of Ireland or England, any time period.

Natalie G. Owens: “Victorian London - love that era for its mystery and the dark secrets and activities that thrived during a period of repression. For example, the study of the Occult. Magic and mayhem in proper London - makes for great stories! Of course, there needs to be a mystery to solve... Another era I enjoy is the modern era but one that is affected by centuries-old secrets. A specific artifact or an ancient civilization, for example. I love thrillers with such story lines like The Venice Conspiracy, The Da Vinci Code, etc.”

Janice Palko:  “A book set on the Outer Banks of North Carolina is an auto-buy for me.  I have vacationed there for years, and I love the place.  I'd love to live by the ocean and the terrain on the Outer Banks is rugged and beautiful.  Plus, there is so much pirate lore and history there that only adds to the mystique and charm of the place.  In fact, my third novel, a romantic suspense, which I hope to have out next year is set in a place just like the Outer Banks.”

Tamara Ward: “I'm always interested in books set in the town I call home, Holly Springs, NC. It's a fairly small and mostly bedroom community near Raleigh. We've got a nearby nuclear power plant and an incoming interstate, along with fantastic parks, history - and people, of course!”

Christina Routon: “Almost anything set in the south. If I'm familiar with the location I'll most likely buy it.”

*lizzie starr: “I can think of only one locale that's an automatic buy for me--that would be the planet Pern. It's a place I long to visit if I could, so McCaffrey's books take me there.”

Shelia Seabrook: “I don’t usually buy books based on location, but since I love the Rocky Mountains, I’m drawn to anything with mountains or rugged terrain.”

Alicia Street loves historicals set in ancient Greece or Crete.

Roy Street’s setting of choice is New York City

Thanks for visiting and GOOD LUCK!

Stacey Joy Netzel

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Canning Update - we have beans!

...and lots of 'em!

So, this is my before pic from my second batch of canning for pickles, first batch for beans about 2 weeks ago...

I mix green beans and yellow wax beans.
They look pretty in the jars and taste just as good!

And the after...

24 yummy pints of beans for the cold winter months!
I think I ended up with about 15 quarts of pickles (not pictured)
In between the above picture and the next one, I did more beans and pickles, and then just yesterday, I did a third batch of beans for 18 quarts, and a small batch of pickles netted another 5 quarts (back row of below pic).

With the 18 quarts of beans yesterday, and my previous batches, that gives me the equilivent of 100 pints for the year, which is just enough for this hungry family of 5. For pickles, I'm up to 40 quarts and 12 pints. Those we share with family.

Next up...TOMATOES! Which means there'll be a little bit more color in my pictures. :)

Spaghetti Sauce
Sloppy Joe Sauce
Diced tomatoes for in Chili

Enjoy the rest of your summer everyone!

Stacey Joy Netzel

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Hot Summer Heroes Blog Hop

August 13-19
Grande Prize: $100 Barnes and Noble Gift Card
Plus prizes at every stop as you hop along!

I fell in love with this blog hop theme from Caris Roane, H.D. Thomson and Bella Media Management the moment I saw the above graphic. How could I not get excited about participating after seeing that?

The topic is "Hot Guys"--What makes a hero 'hot' to me?
Besides a killer body (which they all have in the romance books) I LOVE a hero who is fiercely protective of women, his heroine in particular. One who worries when she stubbornly (or unknowingly) puts herself in danger and does whatever it takes to keep her safe--even if it's not always in his best interests. A man willing to fight for his woman is the sexiest of all.

Tripp Warner in CHASIN' MASON is just one such hero. Despite their
tumultuous past, he finds himself caring for Reggie more than he ever thought possible. Even when he's pretty sure he hates her, not protecting her never even crosses his mind.

How about you? Tell me your idea of a hot hero and you'll be entered in to my drawing for a
$15 Barnes and Noble egift card*.
(*International entries valid wherever BN egift cards are accepted)

While I'd love for you to follow my blog, the only requirement for entering is to leave a comment with your answer.

Thanks for visiting, good luck, and enjoy the hop!

Stacey Joy Netzel