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Avon Editor Tessa Woodward Introduces Gwen Jones in Romantic Times (RT)

Wanted WifeWhile everyone has their go-to favorite romance authors, there’s nothing like discovering a great new writer. Today Avon editor Tessa Woodward is here to share her enthusiasm for Avon’s hot new star Gwen Jones, whose debut contemporary romance Wanted: Wife is available now digitally and in print this July. Read on to learn a little more about this title and how Gwen got her start.

I cannot tell you how excited I am, as her editor, to be introducing the absolutely fabulous Gwen Jones to you! An Avon Impulse debut star, Gwen’s first book for us, Wanted: Wife, is on sale now!

From the first moment I got manuscript in on submission, I knew I had to publish this book. I mean, it couldn’t have a more fun premise! it’s the story of Andy, a gorgeous, alpha guy with a charming French accent who advertises for a wife … on a utility pole. And Julie, the reporter sent out to cover the story, who just happens to be the one woman who perfectly fits the bill! But Julie and Andy have to learn to live with each other as husband and wife … in the wilderness … without phones … (I, for one, would not survive that!) and they’re each carrying around some pretty big secrets. Hopefully their insane chemistry will get them through it.

It’s a funny, sweet, quirky, romantic, sexy, outstanding love story. And I’m so glad to be able to share it with you. Gwen Jones is the real deal, and I hope you enjoy her writing as much as I did.

Tessa Woodward

OUT NOW! “WANTED: WIFE!” ~ And I’d like to thank the Academy…

Wanted WifeThe wait is over sweeties! Link here to purchase your ebook from any one of these stellar vendors, and come back here often for news and book reviews! I wouldn’t be ANYWHERE without my readers, so watch for blog tours, free giveaways, and content you won’t find ANYWHERE! And don’t forget to come back July 2 if you’d rather wait for the feel of a paperback in your hot little hands!

ALSO I’d be remiss if I failed to offer my many thanks: to my glamorous agent, Marisa Corvisiero of the Corvisiero Agency and her newest intern, Becca Simas, Avon editor extraordinaire Tessa Woodward, publicist Caroline Perny, blog tour goddess Melanie Berthier, the fine sassy ladies of Literati Author Services Michelle Schulz Eck, Karen Seager-Everett and Rosette Doyle, my indispensable darling friend, critique partner and fellow writer-extraordinaire Linda J. Parisi and finally, as in everything, my husband Frank, who’d always win out over all the Andys in the world, hands down.

WANTED: WIFE – RELEASE DAY Tuesday, June 4 – Read the Latest Reviews!

imagesCAH5SPM8In just TWO DAYS WANTED: WIFE finally arrives. Oy! It’s like giving birth! Well, metaphorically it very much is, as after many months (years?) of incubation my baby will FINALLY see the light of day. For the next few weeks it–and I–will also be making the rounds of blog tours and reviews, with a few surprises and a book giveaways thrown in, too. But look, I know the book is fabulous (what mother doesn’t think their child is?), but don’t take my word for it. Take it from a few people who do this book reviewing thing professionally, and look at the new REVIEW section I just put on the sidebar to your right. I’ll keep adding them as they come along, but for the present at least it’s ALL GOOD! I’m not joking when I say the reviewers are pretty much loving it, and it’s NOT because I’m just dissing the bad ones. Look, I’m realistic, and I’m sure there are a few out there that just won’t get it and will give me a decided thumbs down. And that’s okay. But for the time being the romance goddesses are smiling down on me, so why don’t you take a look and please, after you’ve discovered Andy and Julie and the beautiful New Jersey Pine Barrens for yourself, don’t hesitate to give me a shout out. I would love to hear from you!!


Hey! Who wants to win a free ecopy of “Wanted: Wife!”

Wanted Wife Oh, you know you do! If it’s free it’s for me! There’s nothing better than gratis! So if you’re as cheap as I am–and you get the bonus of one heartbreakingly romantic, uplifting and funny as all get-out story, then you know a bargain when you see one! So just click right here for your Rafflecopter straight to Andy!

Another Release Day added – Paperback edition of WANTED: WIFE coming JULY 2!

Wanted WifeALL KINDS of things are popping right now with the imminent release of the ebook version WANTED: WIFE on June 4! And NOW comes the news you’ll get your Andy down on paper on July 2, 2013! That’s right, the PAPERBACK edition will follow shortly behind the ebook–just in time to tuck into your beach bag. Can you stand it? To reserve your copy, just click here so you can jump the line ahead of all those rabid readers who’ll be storming the local bookstores and ripping it off the shelves. Don’t be left out in the cold! Reserve NOW.

Also, don’t forget to look for my upcoming BLOG TOUR! Fascinating facts! Titillating trivia! Swoony songs! Ripping recipes! And all kinds of other alliterations you just won’t be able to live without! Stay tuned!

My first Review for “‘Wanted: Wife’ is a Winner!”

Wanted WifeNow and then I Google my name to see what pops up, and boy, was I surprised to see my first review! It’s from Donna at “Bookishly Attentive,” and what I delight to see such a glowing review. Take a look for yourself…

My childhood had been peppered with tales about Pineys, crazy backwoods Jethros who shotgunned first and asked questions later.”

“Either this man was yanking my chain or there were still people out there who could surprise me.
‘You don’t think advertising on a utility pole for a wife is a bit out of the ordinary?'”

“He wasn’t medieval; he was positively Neanderthal.”

What’s up with Andy?

No one can be that perfect, the rare combination of a “manly-man,” sexy, sensitive, romantic, gorgeous and half French.  First hint that all is not what it seems: he’s a native of New Jersey and living in that great state myself, I know these attributes are oh so thin on the ground.  So when Andy Devine advertises for a wife by hanging flyers on telephone poles, you know there’s got to be much more going on.  And Julie Knott, a Philadelphia reporter drawn to the unusual, is on the case.  Julie’s personal life is in shambles but the story comes first, especially when Andy, after interviewing 100 wannabe Mrs. Devines, decides Julie fits the bill. Having very little left to lose, Julie agrees to Andy’s proposal – and brings her own secrets to the South Jersey Pines.

An unforgettable hero, an unusual premise, an unlikely setting, (the New Jersey Pine Barrens, for goodness sake!) and a spot-on first person narrative combine to make this one of the freshest, funniest contemporary romances I’ve read so far this year.  The truth does eventually prevail, and when it does, you find yourself on your feet, rooting for this romantic pair. Wanted: Wife is a winner.

Available for pre-order now on  Publication date is June 4, 2013.

Like my new Facebook page! PreOrder “Wanted: Wife!” Oy! So much to do!

IMG_1551Be the first kid on your block to Like my new Facebook page! And stay tuned to it for fast-breaking news, saucy visages and witty bon mots! Visit now and visit often and make everyone jealous from your near-brush with the almost nearly famous! And don’t forget to preorder Wanted: Wife at Barnes & Noble! Or Amazon! Or the Apple iBookstore! Or—aaaaaah! Don’t make my head explode! It’s bad enough I have to wait until June 4! Stay tuned for more updates! It won’t be long now before you have Wanted: Wife in your hot little hands, but OH the agony of the wait! Ease your suffering and preorder now!

“Wanted: Wife” Cover Art and Blurb

Wanted WifeCover Blurb:

If you love the humor and romance of Rachel Gibson and Susan Elizabeth Phillips, don’t miss the fabulous debut of Gwen Jones!

Wanted: Wife

Landed, Financially Secure 40-Yr-Old Male * Handsome, but with old-school communication skills and a secret past *

Seeks Healthy, Athletic Female * Preferably a pretty reporter with a messy love life who has never spent a day in the woods *

For Marriage and Family * What could possibly go wrong? *

On Sale 4 June 2013 from all the usual suspects!

Gwen Jones for Sale!

Gwen Jones and Gretchen Weerheim LSFW 13Recently I attended the annual Liberty States Fiction Writers Conference held at the Renaissance WoodMarisa Corvisiero 3.2013bridge Hotel in Iselin, New Jersey. It was a wonderful conference, with multiple Bram Stoker Award-winner Jonathan Maberry giving the keynote address as well a couple of killer workshops. I got to catch up with some people I haven’t seen in a while, one of them my sister and fellow writer, Gretchen Weerheim (on the right of me, who writes this stuff called “science” fiction. Not sure what it is, but it sounds scary so I’m keeping clear). Anyway, here we are meeting at an alternate conference site, our dinner guests including not only my glamorous agent Marisa Corvisiero here on the right, but a few other notable literati including Linda J. Parisi, a New York editor, a couple more agents and a bestselling author. A rollicking good time was had by all, as evidenced by the potent potables in my pix, but if you think I’m going to tattle on who else was sitting at my table you must be daft. Your girl Gwen is selling it, sweeties, and still is as we speak. So if you want to get as lucky as I was, plan on attending Liberty States next March. You can thank me there for your good fortune.

“Hawks” is Nominated for 2013 Pushcart Prize

kelsey_review12Today I learned my short story “Hawks,” originally published in The Kelsey Review, had been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Needless to say I’m a tad excited, and in the (likely!) event that I don’t win…well, it’s kind of like the Academy Awards–it’s enough just to be nominated! What follows is an excerpt for your perusal…



Gwen Jones

 Alex bought the bird feeder at a yard sale.

“Five bucks,” he said, flicking cobwebs off the little wood and plastic chalet. He mounted it atop a metal rail from an old king-size bed frame, tamping it into the yard outside our bedroom window. Beside it grew a line of former Christmas trees mixed with a few wild red cedar. “Food and shelter, right, Maisie?” He dumped a coffeecan of nut and berry blend inside, then slung an arm over my shoulder. “What else do you need?”

A sweet gesture, which certainly deserved a momentary break from my sarcasm. I said, “Thanks,” and pecked his cheek.

He smiled. “Let’s go in and see how it looks from the bedroom.”

When my parents retired and moved to Florida, I inherited my grandmother’s cedar chest. She had bought it years before she met and married my grandfather. Back then young ladies called them Hope Chests, filling them with all the items for a proper household: tatted doilies, antimacassars, starched white sheets, hand-sewn aprons, knitted baby booties. Now it sat below our bedroom window, holding blankets that came out smelling of mothballs. Alex lowered himself to it and pulled me down beside him.

“Look, the diner’s open.” He pointed out the window to the feeder, a few birds taking tentative hops forward. “And in case you’re wondering what they are…” He grinned, producing Peterson Field Guides – Eastern Birds.

“The directory,” he said, handing it to me.

“Thanks.” I leaned into him, idly flipping pages. “For the feeder, too.”

He kissed my neck. “Better seeing these guys in the morning than the back bumper of someone’s car, huh?”

“Sure,” I said. “Now only if they paid me to do it.”

He sighed. “Christ, Maisie, I thought it would cheer you up.”

“It does.” But I even sounded unconvincing to myself. “Really, it does.”

“Right.” He slid off the chest. “You want me, I’ll be in the studio.”

I read something once, don’t remember where, that men defined themselves by their jobs, and women by their relationships. If that were true, then in theory, I’d be just fine. I had a reasonably happy marriage. But that pearl of wisdom didn’t quite apply anymore. At least not to me.

“It came from the top,” the regional vice president had said. “I’m helpless, and that’s the truth. There really isn’t anything I can do about it. If they want you gone, you’re gone.” And that quickly, after nearly eleven years, this middle-aged middle manager was out on the street.

“That’s bullshit. You should’ve fought it,” Alex had said that night. “I would’ve.”

I looked to our bedroom window, the branches outside rustling in silhouette. “How? I was helpless. He said there’s nothing I can do about it. That’s the truth.”

“There’s always something you can do about it,” he had said, rolling over.

More birds flew into the feeder, perching on its ersatz front porch. One was small and gray and fat, with a pointy flip of feathers atop its head. I checked the Peterson’s: tufted titmouse. The other was an even smaller brown bird with a cocked tail and striped wings: house wren. The others I knew: two blue jays, big, noisy bullies, and a female cardinal, brown and red-tinged, sensibly less ostentatious than the males.

You should’ve fought it. Didn’t he get it? I tossed the Peterson’s to the chest. I was helpless. Absolutely, the truth. There was nothing I could do.

I had only been one week into my former job when I decided to quit smoking. Sick of freezing on door stoops and coughing up a bronchial passage every morning, I figured it the perfect New Year’s resolution. Fortunately, the person I was replacing gifted me with a virulent dose of the flu, so the first day or two, I didn’t even miss it. But by the third day, when I was finally able to breathe again, I felt every vein, neuron and impulse collapsing under the weight of its unrequited lust. But even that wasn’t the worst part, former smokers warned me. That came two weeks later when the chemical addiction wore off, and the psychological dependency tightened its grip. I scrambled for ritualistic substitutes: hazelnut latte for the after-dinner smoke, cinnamon Altoids for the drive home, fingernails for long phone calls. I even mourned the camaraderie of sidewalks and loading docks, joining my former cronies outdoors to revel in their secondhand fog. But with nothing to flick or puff I soon became suspect, a smokers’ Carrie Hatchet, and little by little they disowned me with each smugly satisfied inhale. I couldn’t help noticing the similarities now. And how much worse they actually were…

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