Found

Just wanted an update to let you know that my friend Susan posted this on her facebook wall:

Lars father has been in touch with the police and told them that Lars is with him. Thank you everyone for your gracious love and, hard work and prayers. The value of your support is immeasurable.

I can't begin to understand what Susan went through for over 11 days--with the dad claiming no knowledge of where their child was and refusing to tell anyone his own location-- and lying to the police--but at the very least, we know Susan's son is physically okay. The whereabouts of father and son are still unknown.

Finding Lars

My friend's son is missing. I'm sure it's a runaway/went to find his difficult father, teenager situation--we all want to believe that-- but the fact is, we don't know. 


This child is missing. It's been two days with no contact.  He's 16 years old and he was visiting family in Fredericksburg, Va. 


I keep waiting to hear that Lars is fine, but the hours are slipping by and he's just not anywhere.  

 If you could pass this info along, I would appreciate it.

http://www.missinglars.com/

Carolyn's New Book!

CJ and I are cool.

A loud and proud shout out to my good pal CJ (aka world famous author Carolyn Crane) on the release of Book 3 in the Disillusionist Series! Say hello to Head Rush! It's available RIGHT NOW from Samhain.

I'm so excited.

JUSTINE JONES FACES HER ULTIIMATE ENEMY: HERSELF

In an attempt to put her unhappy past behind her, Justine Jones throws herself into nursing school and planning her wedding to the man of her dreams. But something is off. Random details aren’t adding up…and is it her imagination, or are her friends and fiancé keeping secrets from her? And what’s with this strange sense of unease, and her odd new headaches?

Justine tries to stay upbeat as Midcity cowers under martial law, sleepwalking cannibals, and a mysterious rash of paranormal copycat violence, but her search for answers leads her into the most dangerous mind game yet.

With the help of unlikely allies, including her paranoid dad and best frenemy Simon, Justine fights her ultimate foe…and unravels the most startling mystery of all.

Read an excerpt

Happy Release Day!

DIK

I'm sharing photos of my trip to Asia on the DIK blog. Check it out!

Also enter to win a copy of my new release Simple Gifts at Stumbling Over Chaos!

Winner Winner

Turkey Dinner!


Congrats to :

Beatrice & Karen!

Pop me an email and I'll send your copies of Simple Gifts right away!


Thanks to everyone who put their names into the running and remember, Simple Gifts is live at midnight. Only $2.99!

Simple Gifts

After a year long hiatus, LB Gregg returns with a teensie tiny (truly adorable) holiday novella!

 It's brand spankin' new! And Simple Gifts arrives this Friday 11/25 from Musa Publishing (and is available at the usual third party vendors as well!)

 A former ward of the state, Jason Ferris is protective of his carefully guarded private life. When he's felled by a rogue lawn ornament at a Christmas party, Jason finds himself in the care of his first and most devastating love-- dark, dangerous, and equally damaged Lt. Robb Sharpe.

Newly returned from years away in the military, Robb's homecoming isn't exactly the stuff of fairy tales. Now thrust together after a ten year hiatus, Jason and Robb discover that perhaps some things are worth waiting for.



Excerpt:

We arrived at the library door where an enormous tree filled the room. Cocooned in finely spun angel hair, and crisscrossed with strands of bold lights and flimsy strings of popcorn, the fragrant pine floated above a sea of tastefully wrapped gifts. It looked exactly as a real Christmas tree ought to — only more so. Wooden toys, ceramic birds, and shimmering bells weighed every branch. Round glass ornaments hung from the boughs. The tree-topping star could have guided the Magi east. 

“Wow.”

“I know. Christmas is what I do best, however I lose all sense of proportion during the holidays. Maybe Sunny warned you?” Mrs. Sharpe winked before turning to dig through the pile of loot on the rug. “Now, let’s see...I have a little something here for you.” 

“For me?” I almost asked her why, but I sealed my lips and settled my feet. 

Mrs. Sharpe straightened and dumped a bulging Christmas stocking, com- plete with a striped candy cane poking from the top, into my empty hands. I hadn’t had one of these since...well, ever. I squeezed the velvet until the sound of crumbling paper stopped me from strangling the thing. She’d written my name in glittery cursive on the cuff. Handcrafted, like I was family or something. 

But I wasn’t family. No family of mine had ever given me a scrap, unless you counted the one-way ticket to foster care. 

Yes, Sunny and I always exchanged gifts. We were friends. This year, I had a new book on astronomy and I’d given her a tiny hedgehog charm for her bracelet, but a gift from Mrs. Sharpe? I was practically a stranger to Sunny’s parents. Probably the gesture meant nothing — maybe she gave presents willy- nilly to every constituent who entered her palatial lake house. 

But, damn it, her gift meant something to me. 

My throat closed and I swallowed against a rising tide of emotion. 

“Merry Christmas, Jason.” Mrs. Sharpe said gently and, alcohol afflicted or no, she seemed so fucking sincere I had to look away. Robb’s quiet stare met mine from across the room. He saw right through me. He always had. Heat reached my hairline. I broke free of his gaze and squinted down at my overfilled hands. 

You knew better. You knew not to come. 

My eyes blurred.

I had nothing in return for this woman. Not a bottle of wine, or a grocery store poinsettia, or even a lame greeting card. A plate of cookies, for Christ’s sake, I could have made a paper chain for her tree. Something. Anything. I hadn’t even come properly attired. 

There should be a handbook for orphans. Honestly. 

Mrs. Sharpe waited, her eyes soft. 

Damn Sunny all over again. She could have given me a heads up about this, too. She knew I’d arrived here like that pitiful Drummer Boy from the song. I had nothing to give. And I hadn’t offered a single word of welcome to Robb. 

The shame that had stolen my tongue as a child returned, but I managed to keep things real enough by eking out a simple, “Thank you.” 

“Oh, you’re very welcome, hon. We’re glad you came — and if you’d like to stay, please do. We’ve plenty of room and we’d love to have you.” She gave me another squeeze, rumpling the present between us, and when she let go, the second after I wrinkled her dress with my sweaty orphan palms, I fled.

I nabbed my coat, located the nearest exit through a jungle of elephantine pink poinsettias, and hit the Sharpe’s narrow sun porch at a goddamn trot. A zillion festive white lights lit my way until I passed through that dazzling portal to a silent, frigid night.

I sucked sweet air into my lungs once my feet were safely on the porch and clutched the collar of my coat, then tucked the stocking under my arm. Pinpricks of sleet bit my cheeks, but at least there weren’t any Sharpes here — only a howling gloom that whistled over the frozen waters of the lake and shaped the fallen snow into long, spiny hills. Lights flickered on the north shore. Or maybe that was Old Saint Nick himself headed this way.

Maybe he could give me a lift back to town.

Freebies!

To celebrate Thanksgiving, my new release, and your continued support, I have a couple copies I'd like to give away.

So, what are you thankful for this holiday season?

Leave a comment right here by midnight, Wednesday November 23rd and I'll chose two winners to receive downloads of my new novella, Simple Gifts!

Contest open internationally. Good luck!

LB

TUMPERKIN FTW!

Congratulations to Joanna Chambers (aka T or as many know her~Tumperkin) on Carina's release of The Lady's Secret! This is Joanna's very first eBook, so let's buy the heck out of it and make her an instant sensation. Well, not instant. We all know exactly how sensational she really is.

Here's the excerpt!

London, 1810

Former actress Georgiana Knight always believed she and her brother were illegitimate—until they learn their parents were married, making them heirs to a great estate. To prove their claim, Georgy needs to find evidence of their union by infiltrating a ton house party as valet to Lord Nathaniel Harland. Though masquerading as a boy is a challenge, it pales in comparison to sharing such intimate quarters with the handsome, beguiling nobleman.

Nathan is also unsettled by Georgy's presence. First intrigued by his unusual valet, he's even more captivated when he discovers Georgy's charade. The desire the marriage-shy earl feels for his enigmatic employee has him hoping for much more than a master-servant relationship...

But will Nathan still want Georgy when he learns who she truly is? Or will their future be destroyed by someone who would do anything to prevent Georgy from uncovering the truth?

Sounds so good, right??! You should buy it!