Elizabeth Corrigan appeared on WebbWeaver books.

Listen to find out how she decided to become a writer and the surprising admission of where she got the idea for Oracle of Philadelphia.

Elizabeth also does a fantastic reading from her novel.

The First Tour is happening now!

Stop by the tour page and find out what reviewers are saying about First, by Chanda Stafford.

Enter the contest to win Amazon Gift Certificates and awesome book swag!

Winners & Highlights

Here’s what reviewers said about To Katie With Love:

“… one of the sweetest, sexiest, and funniest books I’ve read this year.” Bibliophile’s Corner

“I was laughing so much while reading it!” Jess’s Book Blog

“Erica Lucke Dean came up with some great characters.” Big Al’s Books & Pals

“I couldn’t help falling in love with Katie.” Feeling Beachie

“I have never laughed so hard reading a romance story with lots of twists and turns.” Kaidan’s Seduction

“… the little twist was definitely well played.” Chick Lit Central

“I fell in love with Katie and Cooper instantly.” Pezz Rambles

“… a fun read with an unexpected ending…” Lovey Dovey Books

“For anyone who enjoys contemporary romances with a hint of mystery and a tongue-in-cheek approach, this book is worth the price of admission.” A Book a Day

“… Dean has a whole new take on writing romance – and it involves a chick-flick style of writing.” Cabin Goddess

“Such a cute and quirky romance!” Paulette’s Papers

“Well-written, fast-moving and smooth-flowing with excellent characters…” I’m a Voracious Reader

“This delightful contemporary romance has it all, witty dialogue, great characters and an engaging story.” Cocktails and Books

“… a fun read, start to finish.” Random Musings of a Curious Mind

“I would definitely put this as chic-lit, but it has mystery, murder, and lots of giggles.” A Novel Review

And the winners are…

$20 Amazon Gift Certificate: Laura M.

$10 Amazon Gift Certificate: Kriss M.

To Katie With Love Apron: Jessica M.

To Katie With Love Totebag: Laurie M.

Special Blogger Appreciation Prizes:

2 RAP Totes:

Carol C. from I’m a Voracious Reader

Ashley P. from The Bibliophile’s Corner

*Winners of the Blogger Appreciation Prizes are chosen randomly from all participating bloggers using Random.Org

Coming Summer 2013

Cover Art by Streetlight Graphics

Visit the Katie Tour page to read interviews and guests posts by Erica Luck Dean.

See what reviewers are saying about the book.

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First

Book One of the Live Once Trilogy

Chanda Stafford

Seventeen-year-old Mira works on a farm in the ruins of Texas, along with all of the other descendants of the defeated rebels. Though she’s given her heart to Tanner, their lives are not their own.

When Socrates, a powerful First, chooses Mira as his Second, she is thrust into the bewildering world of the rich and influential. Will, a servant assigned to assist her, whispers of rebellion, love, and of a darker fate than she’s ever imagined.

With time running out, Mira must decide whether to run to the boy she left behind, to the boy who wants her to live, or to the man who wants her dead.

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Coming Fall 2013

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First

Book One of the Live Once Trilogy

Chanda Stafford

“Don’t say a word.”

Adrian

The room smells musty, unused. Kind of like the back storage buildings on the farm, or the old cellar the Chesanings don’t use any more where we explore and play games. Shafts of sunlight slant through the cracks in the heavy, dark red curtains, and when I take a step, more puffs of dust cloud the air. Chairs covered in white blankets line the walls and tower over me in stacks almost as high as the ceiling.

“What do you think they’re doing out there?” I whisper, but it’s so quiet, I could be shouting.

My servant, Will, shushes me. “If you listen closely, I bet you can hear your First talking.”

I creep over to the door and press my ear against it. Nothing. As if no one’s on the other side. “Isn’t this the Release Ceremony? Shouldn’t I be out there with him?”

Will nods, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms in front of him. “That’s normally how it happens. This is… odd.”

“Did I do something wrong? Did I make Thoreau mad?” I bite my lip to keep it from trembling. Grow up, Adrian. Stop acting like a baby.

“No, of course not.” He flashes me a quick grin, but I can tell he’s nervous.

“Are you sure?” I hate it when my voice is all shaky like a little baby’s.

“Definitely. I would know if there was a problem.” He shrugs, and a bar of light illuminates his carefree smile. “I bet it’s to save you from having to sit out there for the whole ceremony. Some of them can get pretty long.”

On the other side of the door, I hear clapping. An old man’s voice rises up as the applause dies.

“There, you see?” Will says. “Nothing to worry about.” I turn away and tune him out so I can listen to Thoreau.

“Thank you, my friends, for this most welcome reception. As a First, I’ve lived for hundreds of years, influenced this country in ways the average person can’t even begin to comprehend. With your continued support, and that of Princeton, I will use your gift to change the future and create a better tomorrow. Thank you.”

A dull roar follows his words, and I fidget in my seat, watching the door. My eyes dart to Will.

“This doesn’t make any sense, Will. I should be out there.”

“I’m sure they’ll call you shortly, Adrian. Maybe the usual waiting room was unavailable and—”

A loud boom shakes the room, and I almost fall down. The chairs weave back and forth in their towers, and millions of dust particles rain down. Will shoves me away from the wall and pushes me toward the back of the room.

“Move, now!” he shouts, but my ears are ringing, and I cough from the dust. He looks behind us at the door and forces me to move faster.

“Murderer! Child killer! Free the Second!” a loud, mechanical voice shouts from the other room. “Free the Second! Free the Second!”

There’s more yelling, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. Another, quieter boom. Will pushes me to a narrow closet.

“In here,” he hisses and shoves me inside. We stay like that for what feels like a couple hours before the door to our main room bangs open, and I hear the heavy clomping of boots.

“You in here with the Second, boy?” Will stays silent. There is a general grumbling outside, some swearing my mother would never approve of, then the deep, gravelly voice speaks again. “Alpha Code One, this is Underground Robin. Is the cargo safe and accounted for? I repeat, is the cargo safe and accounted for?”

Apparently these are magic words for Will because relief washes over his features.

“Who wants to know?”

“Papa bird.” The men march over to our closet and slide open the door. “Good spot, boy.” The head guard, an older man with a pinched face and a permanent frown sheaths his Artos. The other guards keep theirs out. Why? Is it still dangerous?

“What’s going on out there?” Will asks.

“Nothing we didn’t expect. Stupid rebels, always doing things half-assed.” He grins. “Let’s go.” One of them reaches out for me, but I jerk away.

Will touches my shoulder, reassuring me. “It’s okay, Adrian. We’re safe now.”

I shake my head and step back. “Where are we going?”

“Someplace safe.” The head guard takes my arm roughly in his. “Don’t worry. We won’t let anything happen to you.” One of the other guards laughs, as if that’s somehow funny.

“Is… my First all right?”

“He’s fine, boy.” He drags me from the closet. “Now let’s go.”

“Where?” My feet skitter, trying to find purchase as the guard forces me to follow him. The other men glance at each other, at me, then away again. Even Will won’t meet my eyes. Fear freezes me, and I dig my shoes into the thick carpeting. “Will? What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he answers too quickly. “Just a trip down to the medical center, to make sure you’re all right.” He tries to give me another smile, but he’s lying about something. I can feel it.

“But I’m fine,” I protest as the guard pulls me to the side of the room, behind the curtains where, instead of a window, there is another door. “Can’t you just tell them that? I’m fine. I just want to go back to my room.”

Will shakes his head, sadly. “I’m sorry, Adrian, I really am.”

“What’s going on? Why are you sorry? Will?”

“Let’s go,” one of the other guards growls from the rear of our group. “We don’t have all day. Some of us have work to do.”

Coming May 13, 2013

She discusses her latest novel, Death Will Attend.

Morgan also performs a terrific reading from the book.