#PlottingPrincesses : a treasured friend, author Kella Carlton & why is the last book she read entitled Foreplay? #MFRWorg #RLFblog

The Plotting Princesses are uber excited to have visiting today Kella Carlton. Kella is sharing some great stuff about her FIRST book, Rocky Mountain Stranger. 

Congratulations, Kella and welcome to the PP!

Let's get a little inside info on Kella: Kella is excited to launch her first book Rocky Mountain Stranger and is currently writing book two in her Mountain Blue Clique Series. Kella enjoys gardening, scrapbooking, and photography. Visit her website to view her most recent pictures. 



Speed Round:

Favorite movie: Titanic 
Favorite Book:  Outsiders 
Last book read:  Foreplay 
Favorite color:  red 
Stilettos or flip-flops: stilettos 
Coffee or tea: coffee 
E-book or paperback: paperback 
Pencil or pen: pen
Favorite song: Grenade

Streak or not: Streak J
Favorite dessert: pastries
Champagne or gin: gin
Paranormal or Historical: historical
Ginger or Mary Ann: Mary Ann
Favorite TV show: Seinfeld
Hot or cold: cold
POV: 3rd
I'd die if I don't have: camera

Blurb from Rocky Mountain Stranger:
A pretty girl from a small, mountain town falls in love with a sexy but arrogant, big city cop.




 Excerpt from Rocky Mountain Stranger: 
         Strange.
         The log cabin sat unusually dark and quiet. A deafening silence whispered through the ponderosa pines, dripped onto the rhododendrons, and seeped over the stone pathway. Jady Royal rubbed the goose bumps prickling along her arms and ascended the cedar steps, where an unsettling chill had her looking over her shoulder and twisting her fingers into knots. She quickly turned the doorknob, eager to bolt inside and seek shelter from the creepiness.

Locked.

“Totally not-happening.” She retrieved the key from the hideaway built into the back of the birdhouse and opened the heavy wooden door.

Empty.

Staleness greeted her. Even the dog was gone. “Shadow!” The Labrador retriever ignored her call. She had anticipated his loyalty, tongue dripping, tail wagging. Where was everyone? A sense of abandonment crept up her spine. She thumped her arms to her sides and stared at the memo board.

Blank.

Poppy always left a message. She rifled through the mail on the hall tree, looking for a note. Finding none, she checked the floor and then sifted through the mail again. Drat. No note.

Odd.

With a lengthy exhale, she turned toward the living room. Poppy lifelessly stretched across the couch, quiet and still—deep in sleep, but he never took naps. His arm hung awkwardly limp over the cushion. She ran toward him and knelt beside the sofa. With droopy eyes, he stared straight through her.



Find Kella at: Kella Carlton Website Email

Find Rocky Mountain Stranger at:   Amazon