Sunday, May 24, 2015

Memorial Day 2015

Never Forget

A good place to start is here:  Find out how to volunteer, share a remembrance with others, and more helpful links.

If you see a member of the military today, say thank you. Thank your fathers and mothers and uncles and aunts and grandfathers and grandmothers who served. Tell them we will not forget you.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

$0.99 Series Bundle May 11-13 only! #contemporaryromance

Four Books, One Great Price!

As most of you know, Beth and Jacob were born on May 13th, 2007, the day I wrote the first scene ever. To commemorate the series birthday this year, there is special pricing on Amazon.

May 11-13 - The 4-book bundle will be $0.99! Regular price is $6.99

Gift to your friends!

This volume contains KISSED, BETRAYED, FORGIVEN, and LOVED. Four books, one great price. The My Once and Future Love Revisited series explores Beth and Jacob’s relationship with all its joys, flaws, and heartache.

New Adult Contemporary Romance saga. This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations.

Monday, March 16, 2015

Author Spotlight - Vivian Lane releasing three books in March from @WillowickPub

Author Spotlight

My pubmate Vivian Lane is having a busy March! Phantom Ridge is releasing three of her novellas back-to-back! 

Vivian Lane is an American author.  Born a Gemini, her interests fall under a myriad of subjects including classical music, American and World History; fantasy books, TV shows, and movies; travel, marine biology, and fashion. She is the author of the Echoes of Ossiria and Echoes of Ossiria: Origins series.

March 24 - SEVEN AWAKENED. $2.99.

March 24 - STRANGE ALLIES. $2.99.

March 31 - ENTHRALLED. $2.99.

Vivian has three titles already published: The First Vampires (Echoes of Ossiria #0.5), Catherine (Echoes of Ossiria: Origins #1), and Knight Rejects (Echoes of Ossiria: Origins #2). The first two titles are free downloads. Knight Rejects is $2.99.

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Sunday, March 1, 2015

Read An Ebook Week starts today!

My publisher is offering all my books for 50% off this week only!

KISSED is already free. This week only, DYLAN AND JEN is also free!

For all other titles - Use the code RAE50 at checkout for 50% off during the site-wide promotion!

Offer good through March 07, 2015.

Tell your friends!

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Writing Exercise - Bitter Closure

Bitter Closure

The phone rang.  It was still dark out.  I fumbled for the handset.  “What.”

“Is this Miss Barton?” a man asked.

“Who is this? Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“I am sorry to inconvenience you, miss, but I have some bad news. Your parents died.”

I sat up in bed.  “Both of them?”

“Yes. I’m terribly sorry for your loss—”

“Yeah, whatever. Did you just call to inform me, or is there something else?”

“Well, I…yes. There will be a reading of the will in a few days, and the service will need to be scheduled. You are the nearest next of kin, miss.”

“Fine… I assume you have my address if you have my number. Mail me what’s necessary. Goodnight.”  I hung up the phone before he could reply.

You might think I’m being cold and callous.  Well, I have good reasons to not be sad my parents are gone. 

My father left bruises on me, and my mother once changed the locks on me because I was worried she was three hours late coming home.  I don’t know what they were doing in the same space to die together since they were separated, and I don’t care. 

They were sadists that lived to make my life hell.  Getting away was the only way for me to survive, or stay out of prison.  Started to scare myself with dreams of their murders.  It was them, or my soul.

Ten years later, they’re pulling me back in.  I’ll try to refrain from dancing on their graves.

It was only a two hour drive, but the lawyers sent me a plane ticket to hop back to my hometown.  I considered it a likely attempt for my mother to control me from beyond the grave. 

Whatever.  Perks were perks, and I had a top-of-the-line seat.

Some young guy was waiting with a sign with my name on it in front of a Town Car.  I tossed him my bag and got in the front passenger seat.

“Welcome home, Miss Barton.”

“This stopped being home a long time ago.”

The lackey didn’t know how to reply to that, so he stayed silent, and pulled the car out into traffic.

Twenty minutes on the freeway, five on surface streets, and we stopped at the nearest motel to my parents’ houses.  They never lived very far from each other, though they hadn’t shared the same house for several years. 

I was never sure whom it was that couldn’t let go.

“The reading is in the conference room here tomorrow morning. Do you require anything, miss?”


He nodded, and left me with the key to a room. 

“Home sweet hell…”

Only three others were attending besides me.  My parents each had one brother. 

My father’s brother was the only one married.  I actually liked my mother’s brother.  He lived in the Midwest now, though, so I hadn’t seen him in years.  He’d always been kind.

I was the last to walk in.  My aunt and uncle looked disapproving.  They never believed how awful my father really was and saw me as an ungrateful child. 

I hugged the good uncle and sat down next to him.

Since my parents had never finalized the divorce, some of their assets were still co-mingled.  The lawyer explained a lot of mumbo jumbo, then got down to the list of specified inheritances.

The only thing my mother left me was her jewelry and the family photographs.  Everything else was to be sold or given away, the assets used to pay off her debts.  What was left over would be split evenly between me and her brother. 

If anything was left.

My father’s list was the surprise.  The bulk of his assets were to go to his girlfriend.  I was amazed any woman would want him.  He left his investments to his brother, and I got shafted.  No surprise.

The lawyer handed me two letters, one from each parent.  “I’m sorry for your loss, Miss Barton. Your father’s service is already being arranged. Your mother wanted to be cremated and asked that the ashes be given to her church for a ‘proper ceremony’. I don’t know if those letters contain any last instructions”

“No, they just want one last attempt at screwing with my head. Burn them.”

“Are you sure—?”

“Look, you seem like a nice guy doing your job, but my parents were horrible people. At least to me. I don’t want anything to do with this. I’ll get a few mementos from my mother’s house, and then I’m going home.”

“As you wish, of course.”  He handed me a business card.  “If you need anything.”


I didn’t bother staying.  Agreed to have dinner with the good uncle before leaving town, then left before the other two could corner me.  They got what they came for, anyway.


Mother’s house.  Looking just like I left it.  It had been a home, until I was sixteen and my mother started going wacko in the head. 

It built gradually, until one day, I didn’t know who my mother was anymore.  It was like a demon had taken up residence in her body. A mother that had been a best friend was now the enemy, and I knew one of us was going to kill the other.  It was only a matter of time. 

We had one last argument, then I came home to find my stuff outside and all the locks changed.  It didn’t stop there, though.  Mother would track me down to harass me, giving crazy conditions for coming back.  It went on and on until five years ago. 

Then, she only tried to relay messages through my uncle who didn’t want to be in the middle.

I stood on the front porch, key in hand, trying to psych myself up for crossing the threshold.  This place held so many memories.  So much pain. 

I finally put the key in the deadbolt, then the doorknob, and let myself in.  The house still smelled the same.  The carpet had been changed, but the furniture was the same.

Two cats came running to greet me.  “Wow, I didn’t know you two were still alive.”  I sneezed.  “Maybe Uncle D can take you.”  I checked their bowls in the kitchen and changed the water.

The collector plates on all the walls would fetch a nice sum, but I didn’t have any interest in them.  Same with the extensive Beatles collection.  I could take some of the books, though.

I walked toward the hall, passing the home office, bathroom, and my old room.  It looked nothing like when I had lived here.  A futon sat in there for guests, and there were more bookshelves pushed against the walls.  The final room was the master, her bedroom. 

Here, the scent was the strongest, of lotions and perfumes and leather shoes.

The dresser was to the right.  I walked around the bed and opened the far left drawer.  In the back, under the clean underwear, was the good jewelry, the special occasion stuff.  Mother owned a large collection, though.  There were two jewelry boxes, plus a tray for the rings.  I put the smaller items in a backpack and stacked the two boxes to carry out.  The costume pieces were in the bathroom.  I selected what I wanted – some of it mine at the time I was kicked out – and left.

Hoped the garage would have an empty box or two for the books.  The photographs were stored out there, provided nothing had changed.  I was doing fine, until I found a box of my old dolls. 

A tear slipped down my cheek.  I wiped it away with a dusty hand.  The Cabbage Patch Dolls had been a game for us.  I never played at being a bride, but I was a mommy to all my dolls and stuffed toys, and my mother had played along as grandmother.  The CPDs all had personalities, and I eventually sent them off to school.  They were very smart children, of course, and rarely misbehaved.  But, when they did, I would say things through them I never would say myself. 

It was a way of venting without getting in trouble for it, of testing boundaries.

The dolls would come home with me, too.  Finally finding the box of photos, I carried everything outside. 

My uncle waited with the car.  “Find what you wanted alright?”

“Yeah. The rest is yours. She left the cats, you know.”

“Yup. I can take them home. Sorry the dogs weren’t here to greet ya. They died a couple years ago.”

“I remember. Are you going to need help boxing everything up?”  I didn’t want to stay any longer, but it was the polite thing to offer.

He saw through the gesture.  “Nah. I have the time.”

“Retirement. Right.”  I stuffed the boxes in the trunk.  “Thanks.”  It occurred that no one had told me, yet.  “Hey, how did they…?”

“Multiple car pile-up on the way back from your cousin’s wedding. Drunk driver hit both cars, sent them into traffic.”

I suppressed the urge to laugh.  An odd thing.  “Some timing.”

We drove to a mail center where I could ship the boxes home, then he dropped me back at the hotel.

I retrieved my car from the airport storage lot and drove back to my apartment.  Dropped my keys on the stand by the door and flopped on the couch.

“Was it awful?”

I leaned into my boyfriend’s shoulder.  “A little. Thankfully, nobody wanted me involved, so I scavenged a few things and escaped.”

“Wish you’d let me come.”

“Only had one ticket.”  I lay across his lap.  “I could use a massage. Couldn’t tip my seat back on the plane.”

He slid his hand up my shirt.  “Naked massage?”

I grinned.  “The best kind. I need a shower. I’m dusty.”

“Get started. I’ll scrub your back.”

Now, when a man left bruises on me, they were left in ecstasy.

The End

Monday, February 9, 2015

New Releases! CATHERINE and KNIGHT REJECTS by @vivianlanewrite

Book Spotlight

Vivian Lane is a pub-mate of mine. Her first two books are now in wide release!

Vivian Lane is an American author.  Born a Gemini, her interests fall under a myriad of subjects including classical music, American and World History; fantasy books, TV shows, and movies; travel, marine biology, and fashion

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Catherine - Echoes of Ossiria: Origins #1

When one monster kidnaps college girl Catherine, her only chance at freedom is to trust a different one. If she can’t discover a way out in six weeks, she’s dead.

This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations.

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Price: $0.00
Publisher: Phantom Ridge

Knight Rejects - Echoes of Ossiria: Origins #2

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The biography of a young modern-day paladin.

Michael was introduced in the Epilogue of Catherine, Echoes of Ossiria: Origins #1. This is his origin story.

This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations.

The Echoes of Ossiria series is contemporary fantasy.

Price: $2.99
Publisher: Phantom Ridge

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

My Once and Future Love Revisited Series News

An Important Announcement

Dear readers,

I have some news about the last Jacob and Beth book, Book 5 of My Once and Future Love Revisited.

Willowick Publishing has made a decision about All of Me, All of You and the book has been canceled for publication.

I’m sorry to bring this news to you today.  I know it’s not what you want to hear.

The factors are twofold:

1) The series has not made enough money for Willowick to justify the expense of producing a fifth book at this time. Willowick is a business and they have to make decisions accordingly. The monetary results for My Once and Future Love Revisited from Nov. 2013 to December 2014 were disappointing for all of us.

2) The other part of their decision is the struggle I’ve had in finishing this book, in that it is still far from having a completed draft.  I’ve tried.  We’ve tried.  The story has gone through numerous revisions since November 2011 and it just won’t come together in a way that satisfies all of us.  We wanted to give fans of Jacob and Beth the happy-ever-after that’s deserved and it hasn’t happened.

You might be wondering, is there anything I can do to help?

My answer is, yes and no.  While I don't think anything would change Willowick's mind at this time, there are things you can do to help any series you love, and that is tell people you love it.  Write reviews and spread word-of-mouth.  Think about all the products you've bought in your life because a friend or relative said it was worth it.  If you love any book and want more about those characters, please take a few minutes out of your day to spread that love.

The silver lining, I guess, is that Willowick still wants to work with me.  They like my writing and would prefer I turn my energies to other projects.  I have works-in-progress that have sat dormant for years waiting for me to finish with Beth and Jacob, so we’ll see if any of those old ideas pan out.

Thanks for your support, whether you found me this week or three years ago.  I ask for understanding and patience.  Readers are invaluable.  There is no Carla Krae without you.  

All my best.

Monday, November 3, 2014

One Kiss With A Rock Star Rockin' Release Party

One Kiss With A Rock Star Rockin' Release Party

If you love reading books with rock star heroes, join us on Facebook November 7th!

Giveaways, games, prizes, shenanigans, man-candy and more! Join sixteen authors for the ONE KISS WITH A ROCK STAR rockin' release party on 11/7/14.

The grand prize? Signed paperbacks from Amber & Shari and a $25 Amazon giftcard.

Check out this schedule...all times are EST.

3:00PM Amber Lin
3:30PM Heidi Joy Tretheway
4:00PM Christa Maurice
4:30PM Carla Krae
5:00PM Crista McHugh
5:30PM Deanna Chase
6:00PM Zoe York, Romance Author
6:30PM Madelynne Ellis
7:00PM Author Karen Booth
7:30PM Lia Riley
8:00PM Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott Author
8:30PM Pam Godwin Author
9:00PM Eden Bradley - Eve Berlin
9:30PM Brighton Walsh
10:00PM Shari Slade

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month #pinkpower

Go Pink

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. You can learn more here or here.

Obviously, early detection is crucial. Know your body, do regular self-exams, and if something doesn't feel right see your doctor. Don't let fear keep you from saving your life.

I don't have close family members that have experienced breast cancer, but my godmother and my church h.s. handbell choir director are survivors. In the case of my director, hers started as skin cancer on her chest, so I also remind you to use sunscreen daily and keep an eye on suspiscious moles/spots.

Anyone that has read KISSED and BETRAYED knows I wrote about Beth's mother having breast cancer. I always knew her mother would die, from initial inception of Beth and Jacob's story. The bonds between mother and daughter echo through a daughter's life for her whole existence. I've lost a lot of people in my life, so unfortunately, writing Beth's grief wasn't hard - at least not technically. I did cry. In fact, I'd lost both my father and a grandfather in 2010, so that fresh pain went into finishing the story by May 2011. Beth's mother doesn't make smart choices, but I think it was a realistic choice. Are there people that refuse treatment? Yes. Are patients often terrified of how sick the drugs will make them? Absolutely. And are humans often in denial? Quite frequently. It might be said that it would've been the easier choice to have her mother survive, but that's not her story.

At the same time, I don't advocate any real woman following in this character's footsteps. While we all have to make the best choices for our personal circumstances, the choices that will make us happiest, it's also important to keep the people around us in mind. We miss you when you're gone.

Are you a cancer survivor?

Friday, September 12, 2014

Series Price Drop! My Once and Future Love Revisited series is currently a steal #contemporaryromance

Willowick Publishing has reduced prices!


KISSED remains free, but the rest of the series is currently discounted.

BETRAYED - $1.99.

FORGIVEN - $2.99.

LOVED - $2.99.

4-book series bundle - $6.99.

DYLAN AND JEN remains at $0.99.

These prices are in US dollars. Prices in other countries will vary.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Order a paperback copy of KISSED today! My Once and Future Love Revisited #1

KISSED in paperback!

Kissed (My Once and Future Love Revisited, #1)

List Price: $12.99 

Authored by Carla Krae
Edition: Second

Finalist in the RomCon 2014 Readers' Crown contest for Contemporary Romance.

One kiss ignites chemistry and passion they can't ignore, but is this only a summer fling?

Neighbors. Best friends. It was only a crush Beth harbored for Jacob until she was eighteen. Until London.

Neighbors. Best friends. That was all Jacob thought of her until London. Until she kissed him and stole his heart.

It's funny what Geometry class and a shared backyard wall can bring about. With a two-year age difference, Beth and Jacob were firmly in the Friend Zone during high school, but a pre-college trip to London will change their lives forever.

KISSED is the first of five books in the MY ONCE AND FUTURE LOVE REVISITED series exploring Beth and Jacob's relationship with all its joys, flaws, and heartache.

A New Adult Contemporary Romance saga. This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations.

Buy Now. Amazon. Barnes and Noble.

Publication Date: Sep 02 2014
ISBN/EAN13: 1500655309 / 9781500655303
Page Count: 350
Binding Type: US Trade Paper
Trim Size: 5" x 8"
Language: English
Color: Black and White
Related Categories: Fiction / Romance / New Adult

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Book Blitz - The Tenant by Sotia Lazu #giveaway #newrelease #contemporaryromance

Book Title: The Tenant
Author: Sotia Lazu
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 55K
Release Date: 08.07.2014
ISBN: 9781629160825
Purchase Links:  Smashwords | ARe | OmniLit | Taliesin | Amazon | Barnes and Noble
$3.99 USD.

The Tenant by Sotia Lazu

In hopes of getting her fiancĂ© to consummate their relationship before the wedding, Amanda convinces him they should check out the apartment her father gave her as a gift for their upcoming nuptials. Darkness and privacy are supposed to work in her favor, but there is one parameter she doesn’t know about: the apartment is not empty yet, and the current tenant has no plans of moving.

Derek has had a hell of a few months. His girlfriend turned out to be a cheater and then stole his restaurant. He's not about to also give up the place he's called home for three years—even if his hot but infuriating landlady threatens to move in by the end of the week.

When her own lease is up, Amanda is forced to make good on her threat. As if life isn't already hard enough, her tenant-turned-roommate is as sexy as he is annoying, and her fiancé is caught with a half-naked woman.

Now she and Derek need to find a way to survive their forced cohabitation. They soon discover sleeping with the enemy can be fun.


Hushed voices. There were people whispering inside his home, and—

Something crashed.

It might have been fury at whoever dared vandalize his home that drove his feet from bathroom to bedroom, naked as the day he was born. It could have been hope he’d finally get out some of his frustration that curled his fingers around the baseball bat lying beneath his bed and led him the rest of the distance to his living room in the pitch black.

Weighing the bat in one hand, he pressed the fingers of the other to the light switch he knew to be at his left, and took in the lit room.

A couple was making out on his floor. By his overturned table and his smashed lamp.

He scowled so hard his forehead hurt, but it was all he could do not to charge them and bash their heads in.

“What the fuck are you doing in my place?” he asked the kneeling hulk. He’d heard about people making out in parks, playgrounds, even cemeteries, but breaking into someone’s home to get some was unbelievable.

The small blonde lying on the floor sat upright, eyes blazing. “Your place? My father gave me this apartment!”

Her boyfriend simply blinked at him.

Was it Derek’s imagination, or was the blonde having a hard time looking him in the eye? He was tempted to mention his face was an entire torso—and then some—higher than what she was staring at, but his ego needed some stroking, so he let her take all of him in, while his mind caught up to what she’d just said.

“You’re Kenneth’s daughter?” he finally asked, the bat only slightly lowered. Alice’s sister. This one was shorter, and Alice dyed her hair dark brown these days, but Derek could see the resemblance.

She finally lifted her gaze to meet his, and her eyes were the same bright green as her sister’s. “You’re the guy who’s supposed to be gone?”

He could apologize and say he’d forgotten because of the rain of utter shit falling on him lately.

He could ask for a bit more time until he’d found a new place.

Or he could be an ass. Nobody else seemed to think twice about being an ass to him. “Hardly,” he said with a snort. “I’m supposed to be right where I am. You, on the other hand, are trespassing. Or is it breaking and entering?”

The young woman scrunched her nose, which was adorable in a snooty, bratty way. “No breaking. I’ve got a key.” She narrowed her eyes. “When Mason and I were first engaged, Dad said he asked you to move. That was three months ago.”

Mason. That was the silent brute’s name. “I remember no such thing, and” —he looked pointedly at the remains of his favorite lamp— “there has definitely been some breaking.”

Blondie bounced up and glared. Funny, but she was intimidating despite her small stature. Maybe that was why Mason stood back and let her handle things. “Dad bought the place for me, to begin with,” she said. “You knew when you first moved in that I was eventually going to be needing it.”

That was true. Derek had heard all about how this was one day going to be a wedding present for Kenneth’s oldest daughter—and what was her name, again?—though said daughter hadn’t even been dating back then. Kenneth said his daughter was picky and needed a man with serious backbone before she settled down.

Things had apparently changed.

Derek considered waving the bat to see if the big guy would flinch, but decided to be the bigger man—and wasn’t that ironic, when Mason had at least four inches on him? “Kenneth mentioned something, but he didn’t give me the sixty days notice he was supposed to.” Blondie opened her mouth, probably to repeat her father let him know three months ago. Now was time for the coup de grace, and Derek somehow knew he’d love watching her squirm. “As you know, the notice is supposed to be in writing or it doesn’t count,” he said.

And smirked.

And winked.

Mason grabbed Blondie’s shoulder, flexing his arm in the process. The look on his face indicated that Derek’s nudity might have offended him more than Derek’s intention to not vacate the premises for at least two more months. “Let’s go, Mandi.” Ah, that was her name. “We’ll talk to your father. He’ll know what to do.”

Her gaze said she knew what to do too, and it involved the painful insertion of the baseball bat in Derek’s most private orifice.

Derek’s smirk widened into a grin. “And now get out of here, before I have to call the police and report you for harassment on top of everything else.”

Mandi stared him down for a split second, but when Derek swung his bat in the air, her overly inflated toy boy all but dragged her out the door.

Derek propped his weapon on his shoulder, grabbed a bottle of scotch, and went to bed. He sensed his swagger had returned. Maybe that was because he’d actually felt he had balls, for the first time in days.

Odd way for his day to improve, but it had. He would give anything for another opportunity to bait Mandi Murphy. If he couldn’t torture the woman who’d hurt him, he’d torture the one who wanted to evict him. He had to be subtle about it, though. He didn’t want to make Kenneth mad at him.

About the Author

Sotia’s making do with Greek reality, while writing and mostly thinking in English.

She loves romances with a twist and urban fantasy novels, always with vivid erotic elements. Her favorite characters to write are not conventional hero-material at first glance, and she enjoys making them fight for their happiness.

Sotia shares her life and living quarters with her husband, their son, and two rescue dogs, one of which may be part-pony. Sappy movies make her bawl like a baby, and she wishes she could take in all the stray dogs in the world.

Also, she hates mornings!

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