Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Today Ivy Welcomes Kari Thomas!

Hello Dear Sweet Bees

As promised, I am back on July, 15th to happily host author Kari Thomas. She's popped by with info and a tasty excerpt from her latest novel Her Demon His Angel. Check out this sexy cover, her synopsis and an excerpt from this imaginative book.


Sara Winters never had reason to acknowledge the existence of Angels or Demons. Not until a rare being, half angel and half demon, rescues her from a demon attack. As an antique book dealer she has spent her adult life looking for one particular, mysterious Book, and her search has led her straight into Drake Domitaine’s arms.

Drake doesn’t have time to deal with a frail human woman but he has to protect her from the very same demons that are now planning a war on the human race.

Sara and Drake’s fated love is doomed from the start. Or is it? Can a human woman and Angel-Demon be together? It’s now a race against time to find the Book which has become an important part of pending war to save humankind. And in the end, will Sara and Drake overcome the insurmountable odds of their love continuing?


Sara knocked softly on the door to room twenty-eight of the Amenity Suite Hotel. As she waited, she glanced down the hallway in both directions. At a little past midnight, the emptiness of the halls wasn't unusual but she still felt a twinge of unease. Something was out of place. Wrong. But, what? What is making me this scared?

Knocking again, she grimaced at the loud echo. No answer. Chewing on her bottom lip for a moment, she reached out and slowly turned the doorknob. To her surprise, the door was unlocked. The dire, mental warning that something was definitely wrong started screaming louder in her head, but she resolutely ignored it. That fear had passed after the last two events involving the list of names. Still, she was more than a little cautious as she stepped into the dark room. Stretching her hand out, she located the wall light switch and flipped it. The room flooded with light.

“Mr. Franklin?” She perused the unmade bed in the center of the room, and an opened suitcase on the table next to the bed. Nothing seemed out of place, or disturbed. Something isn’t right. I can feel it. Hesitant, but determined, she advanced into the room. “Hello? Mr. Franklin? It’s Sara Winters.”

Her gaze went to the bathroom. The door was ajar and the light off so she was almost sure he wasn’t in there. Where is he? I told him I’d meet him after midnight and he promised he’d be waiting. Advancing into the middle of the room, she abruptly stopped. Suddenly, she became acutely aware of the obvious sense of utter stillness, an eerie feeling of frozen time as though the entire room was enclosed in a blanket of cold nothingness. Goosebumps rose across her bare arms, and she half expected to see her breath come out in cold puffs of air.

Her mind shouted one stark word: Death.

Death was here, just like the other two times. It had been too late to talk to either men, both dead of what had been termed as natural deaths, one with a heart attack, the other with a stroke.

David Franklin was third on the list of six men. And she had the sickening feeling he was dead too.

Someone wanted to make sure that none of the men talked. But who? And why?

She didn’t want to take the time to dwell further on it. It wasn’t safe hanging around here any longer. When she turned to leave, her gaze immediately zeroed in on the bare foot partially hidden beneath the floor length bed coverlet. She bit back a gasp as a cold shiver of dread overtook her. The rest of the body lay hidden under the bed, but she didn’t have the courage to go over there and prove it was David Franklin.

The killer might still be near. Sickening fear rushed through her in forceful waves. Without hesitation, she rushed out the door, slamming it closed behind her. Cringing, she leaned back against it and attempted to calm her racing heart.

The third time she’d faced death, didn’t make it any less frightening or sickening. Her stomach rolled with the threat of vomiting. Taking several calming breaths she then exhaled slowly. It didn’t work. She was dealing with something far more sinister than she’d anticipated, leaving her feeling hopelessly clueless and she hated feeling so vulnerable. Her special vision of sight wasn’t even working. It was hard to get a grasp on anything. I can’t give up. It wasn’t in her nature. Maybe the visions would come when she most needed them. In the past, her visions of the Book had led her to clues just at the opportune time. If she was going to solve this, she had to be strong. And patient, she added.

I need answers, but I don’t think I will find them here, now. The previous two events the killer, he or she, left no clues behind. She wasn’t a detective, but she’d spent her adult life following clues to help her obtain rare books, so she recognized the signs of a clean-up when she encountered the last two murders.

I have to get away from here. For some strange reason, the fear was stronger here than at the other two deaths. Hurrying from the room and out into the night she saw movements in every shadow. The hair on her arms rose. The uncanny feeling someone was watching her made her hurry her steps. Stopping in the parking lot of the hotel she took one last thorough look around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary, then took off running toward her car.

Oddly weak and suddenly, violently nauseated, she leaned against her car door to catch her breath. A few long minutes later her body relaxed. The after-midnight air was warm and muggy, with the threat of a summer storm hovering above the city. Sweat trickled down her neck into the ‘V’ of her silk bra. Anticipating the cold blast of air conditioning, she reached into her jeans back pocket and fished out her car key.

The only warning was the soft swish of wind overhead, and the darker-than-the-night shadow that covered her and her car. Startled, she looked up.

And screamed.


I was recently introduced to Kari through fellow author and mutual friend Mary Corrales. I hope that you found the synopsis and the excerpt from Kari's latest book as intriguing as I did. If you're a fan of paranormal romance or looking to expand your romance genre reading, I strongly suggest Kari Thomas!

Below is a little info about Kari and links to where you can buy her book.

BIO of Kari Thomas: I am a multi published author, and a professed Book-a-Holic! I also do Reviews for major publishing houses, and a little freelance editing.

Links to all things Kari! 

Kari's Author Central Page on Amazon

Find Kari on Facebook

Find Kari  on Goodreads

Kari Thomas on Linkedin

Kari at Scribd

Kari's Website Blog

Buy Links for Her Demon His Angel :

Secret Cravings


Thanks for stopping by everyone!

Ivy B


Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Ivy's back in the game.

Hello all

And Happy Canada Day to all my Canadian Followers.

It's a blistering hot day in my area of the great green north and I think most of it will be spent indoors. Yes, today I will celebrate Canada Day and air conditioning. Good times...good times...

In other celebratory news, I've started writing again and in a couple weeks I will be hosting author Kari Thomas. Her latest paranormal romance is coming to the interwebs on July, 14/14.

I recently paid my family and friends in Calgary, BC a long overdue visit and while I was there, I met up with my Breathless Press Publisher, Justyn Perry. For those BP writers out there who have not had a chance to meet Justyn, if you ever get a chance to do so, I highly recommend it. He's wonderfully intelligent and personable. I'd been having a bit of a writer's dry spell. I guess you could say "my Ivy needed watering" and meeting Justyn was just what I needed. He was helpful, honest, and not only gave me great insight into what BP readers are looking for in their books, but he also opened my eyes to my own writing style and what, perhaps, I was missing. I've been having a bit of trouble connecting to readers and I'm hoping that I'm finding new writing feet that will still dance out stories that are me, but also appeal to a wider audience.

Anyway my point, two weirdly structured metaphors later, is that it was great to meet Justyn; the man behind emails.

So to continue with news, I'm happy to say that not only is Breathless Press celebrating their 5th Anniversary next month, but also that I will be a part of it. In August 2014, flirts (which what BP calls shorter romance stories that are 10K or under) will be coming to you from quite a few BP writers that have been inspired by the book "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland". I am one of those BP writers and I'm very pleased. However, it took two kicks at the can to get a story accepted. My first attempt was a bit of dream like story that perhaps was a bit too surreal, but it was more than likely the result of taking part in Bloomsday and spending a bit of time with James Joyce's Ulysses that same weekend.

My second story though, was a good fit for a Wonderland Flirt and so I'm happy to say that in August, 2014, "I'll Call You Alice" by yours truly, will be coming to the interwebs via Breathless Press.

AND I'm even happier to report that not only will all the wonderland inspired stories be available online, but they are also being put together in a real life, keep on your bookshelf, book that you can purchase for your very own. To make it a little more personal, the contributing authors have been asked to write a little note to our readers that will precede each of our stories.

Which is still something I really need to do so I will leave you now to go do that...or at least think about it.

I'll be back on July, 15th with author, Kari Thomas.


Sunday, March 9, 2014

Another Steamy Sunday with Raven McAllan

Good Sunday to you Sweet Bees

How was your Saturday evening? Did you imbibe a bit too much with a vintage friend and now you're feeling a bit cold and shaky wondering why you suggested to your brand new biker friends that Tequila would be the perfect nightcap after a plate of something so greasy you couldn't actually make out what you were devouring?

No? Maybe that was just me. However, whether you are cold and shaky, or warm and snuggling up to your computer with your favourite cuppa, everyone can you always be hotter. And really, is there a better way to heat up your Sunday than having Raven McAllan stop by your blog? She, a most prolific writer, is busy writing naughty tales of lovely ladies going to school to learn how to do...oh...all sorts of interesting things.

Who's turn is it now? Please join me now in welcoming Raven who is here today on Ivy B to give us a peak at Miss Simpkins' School for Seduction - Miranda.

Take it away Raven!

Hi Ivy, a big thank you for letting me pop over today and tell you a little bit about the latest Miss Simpkins' School for Seduction book. Where Seduction's the game and success is the aim

When Miranda first demanded I told her story I never realized it would be so much fun.

As ever I have a heroine with a mind of her own. She knows what she wants and is determined to get it…  

Blurb for Miss Simpkins' School -  Miranda

Lessons learned at Miss Simpkins' School is just the education Miranda needs to learn how to seduce her reluctant Lord. Or is it?

Miranda may be a well brought up lady, but she has needs, and she is determined to go after who she wants.

Enlisting the help of Miss Simpkins and her School for Seduction, she sets out to tempt Felix. Men can be so difficult sometimes, and not see what's right under their nose.

It falls to her to show him that age is just a number. She may be young, but she knows what she wants. And she is determined to get it.

Will Felix be able to resist temptation, or will he finally see sense and claim what's been his all along.

Little does Miranda know what Felix has in store for her.

For that matter little does Felix know what Miranda know what she has in store for him.

And now an excerpt....

The bag over his head took him by surprise. Before he had time to react his arms were bound to his side, and then someone kicked his feet from under him. In his soft house shoes he was powerless to kick out and injure. He did his best to relax to cushion his fall. The last thought he had was he hoped to hell he didn’t topple down the stairs.

He didn’t. Before he hit the floor, strong arms held him horizontal, something rough—rope he surmised—was wrapped around his ankles. How he wished he had his top boots on, it would have been so much harder for him to be secured. Resigned for the moment, he assumed he was carried along the corridor. Even though he knew the house as well as his own, unsighted, and with his hearing muted, he was hard pressed to tell just where they were.

Ever the fatalist, he mentally shrugged and awaited his fate, whatever it might be. It seemed someone was having a laugh at his expense.

Kidnap? Unlikely in this house. Mistaken identity? Also unlikely. Her? He thought of the tormentor of his dreams. Surely not. She is not capable of executing such a thing.

Several minutes later he wasn’t quite so insouciant about everything. He was still being carried. They had, as far as he could tell under the circumstances, descended a long flight of stairs and ascended a shorter one, entered and also exited several rooms. Sometimes the footsteps of whoever carried him sounded heavy and hollow, at other times he heard nothing at all. Without reverberations, he assumed that sometimes they moved over carpeted floor and others bare boards. It was no help. His host’s house was old and had a mish mash of floors and coverings in no particular order. They could be going around in circles for all he knew.

His captor, he decided that was the best name applicable, halted and through the fusty material that enveloped him, Felix heard several faint door hinge squeaks and dull thuds. The dust and fibers over his face made breathing ever more difficult, and his mouth was dry. If I’m not released soon, I won’t have to worry about my knotty problems. I’ll be deceased and Soutar can deal with the lot of them.

That morbid thought didn’t sit well with him. Instead he began to get annoyed. Whatever was happening had been going on far too long, and it was no longer a joke. As his captor paused once more Felix kicked out. The curse he heard was loud enough to cut through his covering like a knife through butter, and it was good old-fashioned Anglo-Saxon. The jarring went up his leg, travelled through his body, and made his teeth rattle.

“Give over, you’ll get hurt.”

Felix wondered if he recognized the voice, and decided he didn’t care. If it was who he thought it was, he deserved the kick for his roughness. If it wasn’t, he deserved the kick anyway. He struck out again and to his delight his bound feet connected with a body. He could only hope he’d got him in the bollocks.

“I warned you.” The thump to his head was worthy of any devotee of Jackson’s Boxing salon.

Bugger, that wasn’t in the plan. It was Felix’s last thought before he saw stars and then nothing else.

*** ***** ***

I hope that's intrigued you. Miranda and Felix's story is available from

Breathless Press

All Romance Ebooks

To check me out … www.ravenmcallan.com

Happy Reading,

Love R x

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Today Ivy Reveiws Her Goals and Pipe Dreams

Hello my dear Sweet Bees!!

I don't know about you, but I can't believe we are almost halfway through February. More than that though, I can't believe it's almost been a year since I turned the big 4 - 0 and wrote this post.

In case you didn't read it or don't have time to go read it now, I'll give you the short version. It was a post outlining my goals for the year and each goal had three parts, these being: Realistic Goal, Pipe Dream and EXTRA BIG PIPE DREAM.

I set myself five fairly realistic goals for my year of being 40 and now here we are, two days before my 41st birthday and I thought I'd review the list publicly, outlining in full blazing glory what I have and have not accomplished (in regards to the list) in the last 365-ish days. Before we begin, I might as well burst any expectation bubbles and tell you right up front that  I achieved none of the Pipe Dreams or EXTRA BIG PIPE DREAM goals. That doesn't mean I never will, it means it just didn't happen in the last year.

Are you ready? Ok, let's go!

Sorry, Will. I'll try harder.
My first goal, Regarding Play Writing, was not a total write off. I had hoped to write a play or get one
I've already written published, but...it just never happened. I did however, and this is the "I sort of accomplished my goal" part, help write a play for a kids acting workshop and that was a lot of fun.

This year, this year I WILL get a play written and send it and the one I meant to send out last year to play publishing companies and see what happens. Stay tuned!

My second goal, Regarding Novel Writing was successful, but not in the way I planned. I'd planned on finishing a NanoWrimo novel from 2012 ANNNND..it never happened. Truth be told, I just lost interest. I may look back at it another time.

The Winner: Christmas Eve Surprise!
However, I unexpectedly wrote a fourth eBook for Breathless Press for the Christmas season. It was Christmas Eve Surprise which recently, happily and unexpectedly won a Breathless Press Best of 2013 Award for Erotika. Now, what's up for this year? Who knows. I've been seriously thinking about writing a sequel to Between the Lines, but I've been thinking of that for a while and can't quite figure out where to take it.

Whatever I decide to do, I'd have to say that my second goal for 2013 was successfully met.

Thanks for the inspiration Double Phil.
My third goal, Regarding Music was...well...I'd set a goal of writing five songs and I was sort of successful. I'm a huge fan of the parody genre and occasionally like to bust out my own. In 2013 I wrote 3 parody songs: 2 of them about Doctor Who and another about Meme's. So while I didn't write the music, I did write the lyrics, play them on guitar and film myself, on purpose, singing them. And while 3 is not 5 it's better than 0.

However, I did write one song, music and all, for a project for a job I know longer work at and made three cover recordings, just for kicks. So while, like my writing one, this wasn't EXACTLY what I set out to do, I had fairly musical year of 40 and therefore consider goal number three successfully met. 

Hats off to Ivy? Why thank-you, Ben! (not my photo!)
 My fourth goal, Regarding Chat Shows. Let us all enjoy a hardy guffaw at this one. The only thing I did regarding chat shows was to watch a lot of them on You Tube and become more desperate to make an appearance on Graham Norton's chat show couch. And even thought this really doesn't belong, if I'm honest with myself, in the "Realistic Goal Category" I'll keep it there because I have high hopes. As a side note, last year my EXTRA BIG PIPE DREAM was to be on a chat show with David Tennant. Things change, new discoveries are made and since my life has recently been taken over by the marvelous show Sherlock, I would like to keep David, but add Benedict Cumberbatch to the line up the night I'm on. That would be...wow...there are no words.There a lot of dirty pictures in my head, but I'm going to keep those to myself.

Ivy is a bit dramatic.
My fifth goal, Regarding Performances is a goal that keeps on...goaling? Hmmm...I hear the sirens of the grammar police. Anyway, in my post last year I said that I would keep acting on stage until people got tired of watching me. Well, thankfully that hasn't happened yet and I'm still performing. Last year I did a very wee part in one play and performed a monologue for some tourists ( I was asked to. I didn't just burst into a speech about being a midwife in front of a crowd of unsuspecting strangers). I also took an acting class and did a short scene with a group of lovely ladies. One of these lovely ladies was a dear friend of mine and unfortunately she passed away in October. I know now that I will never get on stage again without thinking of her. She was wonderful to work with and I really miss her.

This year, performance wise, is off to a busy start. When Spring, well...springs I will be in a play where I have two small parts and a couple weeks later, I'll be in another. I love acting so much that no matter how hard I try to put my emotional connection to the stage into words, they never quite grasp the full extent of my feelings.

Ivy has a silly side.
But I digress. In regards to this goal, I think I can safely say that this it was successful met and hopefully will continue to be. I need to act and will always find a way to be in a situation where strangers are forced to watch me pretend to be someone else.

Without getting into the nitty gritty of my personal life, last year was quite rough at times, but I got through it. What is in store for my family and I this year is something wholly new to us and will be extremely difficult. I'm not sure how we're going to be next year at this time, but let me say this: Being creative keeps me going. It keeps the demons from becoming too dark and unmanagable. If I didn't have these goals or Ivy, if I didn't have the incredible support of my friends (both online and off) and my family for all I do off and on stage and if they weren't there through the easy and difficult times in my life, I don't know how I'd survive.

Here's to a year full of beauty and challenges.

Here's to being creative.

Here's to you.



Saturday, February 1, 2014

It's a "Breathless" Saturday!

Hello Sweet Bees

This will be very quick. I'm up early as I have to work and really had no intention of throwing up a blog post before I headed out the door into the chilly day!

But, I have news! My publisher, Breathless Press, is having a contest for it's 2013 releases and my holiday tale "Christmas Eve Surprise" has been nominated in the Erotika category! Yea!! So, if you're a fan, a vote would be much appreciated....here's the link to the blog. The contest is on the right hand side.

And now I must dash! 

A big thank-you to Breathless Press for this nomination! 

Happy Saturday, Sweet Bees!



Sunday, January 19, 2014

A new look, a new book trailer: Welcome to the updated Ivy Bateman

Hello and Happy Belated New Year.

It's been over 2 years since I've created this Ivy B blog and I thought I'd change it up a bit. I wish however, that Blogger had a way of keeping the old posts in the old font so that you really knew if there was a change.

Anyway, this year I'm honestly not sure how much Ivy B writing will be written. Oh, there will be the occasion Ivy post on here, so please don't run away, but I, the girl behind Ivy, is feeling the need to do something else for a while and under my own name.

In the meantime, if you haven't already picked up any or all of my four published works, I'm hoping this book trailer will be a bit of nudge in that direction.

Perhaps it's egotistical of me to point out that it's actually me performing the Norah Jones cover that goes along with this book trailer, but I worked hard on it so I feel the need to say "Hey! That's me!" Of course, if you think my voice is awful, than pointing it out could be a mistake...

C'est la vie I suppose.

Happy Sunday,

Ivy B

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Ivy B Hanging out with Mary Corrales

Hello Sweet Bees

It's Saturday...the first day of winter and the day after the release of Christmas Eve Surprise. I guess only time will tell if it's a book people enjoy or not. I try not to worry once I put it out there. It's almost like it's not really mine anymore...if that makes any sense.

But what is mine today is a blog date with Mary Corrales! I'm happy to say that this lovely lady is another incredibly supportive person whom I met through blogging. She's not only there when I need writing advice, or a blog to borrow for a promo post (like today for instance), but she's there for me as a good friend and I'm very lucky to have her in my life.

Now, please, hop on over to

My post today is about the importance of communicating with your partner. Stella and Tim, the lead characters in Christmas Eve Surprise, have stopped communicating quite the way they should and it's what leads to the big surprise on Christmas Eve.

I've got one more promo date before Christmas so be sure to come back then to find out where I am.

Until next time,

Ivy B looking forward to celebrating Christmas.