Entangled Turns 5 LOVESTRUCK Sale!

Entangled Publishing is turning 5 and we are so excited that we are offering all the books on our latest bestselling imprint, Lovestruck, at a celebratory price of just $.99 each! At prices like these be sure to fill up your reader.

AND that's not all. From 2/1 to 2/21 we are giving away 5 Lovestruck prize packs including 5 different Sephora Minimergency kits, an Amazon gift card and other surprise gift cards. So be sure to stop by each of our amazing blogger hosts below and visit the Lovestruck Facebook page to find out about the fun events and giveaways we will be having in the coming weeks. You will also get sneak peeks inside our different releases so you can pick out your must reads.

Haven't read a Lovestruck yet? Take a peek inside...

Seducing Seven by MK Meredith Excerpt

“Seven, are you okay in there?”

Heat rushed to her hairline, and she closed her eyes. There was no way she could tell him what all the 

commotion was about. Her clumsiness wasn’t the least bit sexy. An idea took shape. Could she actually 

do it? She stifled a giggle, her stomach fluttering with nerves. She’d need to ditch her little housefly balls 

in order to pull this off. Making a quick detour to her suitcase, she sifted through the belts and accessories 

until her hand closed around what she’d been looking for. A girl’s best friend, she never left home without 

She stood back behind the door and opened it just a few inches.

Blake stood outside her door, wearing his pants and opened button­down shirt. With his feet bare and his 

jacket and tie missing, Seven suspected he had everything already hung up and in straight lines back in 

his room. She liked seeing him mussed up a bit, and took in his meaty chest and rock­hard abs in one 

eye­fulfilling look, doing everything in her power not to drool.

He placed a hand on the frame of her door. “Are you okay? I heard something fall and swore I heard you 

Everything in Seven’s single­woman brain screamed for her to open the door and yank the sexy­ass man 

into her room, but she had a game to play, and she aimed to win. She waved away his words. “Oh, I’m 

fine.” She panted and turned just enough for him to see her shoulder and part of her waist. She could just 

imagine how she looked to him, with perspiration on her upper lip, half naked, and her hair disheveled 

from her fall—and she loved it.

His eyes flared. “What happened?”

It was now or never. There was nothing better than leaving a man wondering, imagining, and wishing he 

were on the other side of that door. Rule number seven: always leave him wanting more.

Holding her breath, she lifted her dildo up and turned it on.

Blake’s jaw dropped, and his eyes went wide.

“See you in two hours.” And she closed the door.

About the book:

He bet on logic. She bet on love.

Romance author Seven Michaels believes in love to her very core. She has to–not only for 

herself, but for her readers. So when luxury salesman Blake Turner insults not only her books 

but the people who read them, Seven’s ready to throw down. How dare a playboy like Blake 

insinuate romance lovers are full of crap?

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IWSG: Digging Out!

The Insecure Writer's Support Group is a community of writers who love to share ideas and encourage others.  It's a great place to express doubts and concerns as well as offer and receive tribulations and guidance from other writers. IWSG posts the first Wednesday of every month.  I think you'll find it to be a great writer's resource that's well worth your time.  Be sure to stop by and visit with some of the other IWSG writers/bloggers at IWSG Members.

 Our Twitter hashtag is #IWSG

The awesome co-hosts for the February 3 posting of the IWSG will be Allison Gammons,Tamara Narayan, Eva E. Solar, Rachel Pattison, and Ann V. Friend! 

Digging Out:

The great blizzard of 2016 has come and gone, but not without wreaking havoc on my little corner of the world.  I live in the South for different reasons, one being the relatively mild winters with their lack of massive snow storms and cold temps.  However, Mother Nature threw us a curve ball in January with both sub-freezing temperatures that lingered for two weeks plus several inches of snow and ice - ice being the operative word.  Our rural roads remained impassable for five days while parents & children who were forced inside went stir-crazy.

I had hoped this would prove to be a productive writing time for me, but since I wasn't snowed in alone, it just wasn't meant to be.  One bored husband equals a whole lot of frustrating interruptions.  You know the ones . . . those that start with the little tap on your office door and then the  soft voice that says, "I hate to bother you but . . . " or "I know you're trying to work but . . . " and then comes the earth-shattering, just can't wait until you finish working question:  "Are we out of chips?"  or "What time is supper?" or "Have you seen the remote?"  Please note that none of these questions can be found on my posted sign of plausible reasons for interrupting this writer at work as you can clearly see . . .  

I should state that most of the time, my husband is good about trying to leave me alone during my designated writing time, but with the storm holding us prisoner inside and the walls closing in, he freaked and lost all control, repeatedly breaking our agreement that my writing time is sacred except in case of a real emergency.  

This all leads me to "digging out".  Not only did I have to dig out from under the blizzard of 2016, I'm also faced with a backlog of unwritten Reviews, Blog Articles, Research, and the yet unwritten chapters of my current w-i-p.  One month into 2016 and I'm already behind schedule.  Is it all my husband's fault?  While it's tempting to say yes, the answer is no, of course not. (although he may have gotten the impression that it is!)  For various reasons, I haven't been able to maintain my writing schedule as planned.  (Have I mentioned how much I hate this "falling behind" feeling?)  So . . . my job now is to dig myself out from under, get back on track, back on my schedule.  It's really not rocket science.  It's more of a "lock door, place butt in chair, ignore knocking, and just do it" thing.

How do you "dig out" when life (or somebody) wreaks havoc with your writing plan?  Share your strategy for getting caught up when life repeatedly throws curve balls your way.  Do you have any Words of Wisdom to share with newer writers who can't seem to stay on schedule?