Friday, February 9, 2018

Saturday, February 3, 2018

AND THE WINNER IS ...


The winner of THE REMAINS IN THE POND is Kaitlyn Lin! 



So the book will be in the mail soon, Kaitlyn. I hope you enjoy it.
And for all of you who have read a good book recently (including any of mine), remember the meme ... reviews are always needed!

Thursday, January 4, 2018

New Year, New Page - Book Giveaway


2018 - New Year, New Page . . . what will you write on yours?
Leave a comment telling me how you will write the next page of your life and you will be entered into a drawing for the Ann Swann paperback book of your choice.
(Don't forget to leave your email address so I can contact you when you win!)
Contest ends January 31st

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Christmas Time Again

It's Christmas time again. I've decided I'm going to repost this little piece every year in honor of those I've lost. So here it is again, in honor of Mom and my sister, Jay. I love you and miss you, forever.

Wish we still had stores with storefronts like this. I loved Christmas shopping around the square in my hometown. Didn't look just like this, but the feeling was the same. 

One Christmas Eve when I was around eight years old, my stepdad, Bull, got a wild hair and drove my sister and me to the square to shop. 

"Silver Bells" emanated from outdoor speakers, shiny tinsel was strung across the street, and an evergreen wreath decorated each and every lamp post. All these years later, I can't remember for certain, but if it wasn't snowing, it should have been. 

We'd made it halfway around the square, stopping to admire the flocked window decor in The Model Shop, and a chugging choo choo train in the variety store, when Bull ran into a couple of his old buddies and stopped to swap some lies.

After a few moments and a couple of sips from a silver flask, he seemed to remember we were there. Without missing a beat, he pulled out his wallet and gave the two of us a hundred dollar bill (or maybe it was a twenty and it only seemed like a hundred at the time) and instructed us to go into the nearest business to find a gift for Mom. 

The funny thing was, the nearest store just happened to be a furniture showroom, the only one on the square. But that didn't deter us in the least. After scouring the entire establishment, we happened upon the perfect gift, a three-foot tall, mustard-colored vase decorated with a fierce-looking red and green Chinese dragon. We thought it the most beautiful thing we'd ever seen -- so exotic

When the clerk trundled it to the sidewalk for us, Bull just grinned and went back for the car. Together the three of us wrestled it into the trunk so we could surprise Mom on Christmas morning. 

And surprise her we did. Her grin was almost as wide as Bull's had been. She hugged us and caressed the dragon and swore it was the best gift she'd ever received. Then she displayed it proudly in the darkest corner of the living room for many years to come. 

Winners Revealed

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The winner of the random drawing for the paperback copy of The Remains in the Pond  (here on my blog) is Rochelle Jackson! Congrats, Rochelle, your book is in the mail.

The winner of the paperback copy of The Remains in the Pond (Goodreads giveaway) is Hope Burton! Congrats to Hope -  your book is also in the mail.

Many thanks to the 950 folks who entered the combined giveaways. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all.

Excerpt from the novel:

A branch cracked, a shadow moved, and panic slid between my ribs like a blade.

       She stared into my headlights, one hand shielding her eyes like a sailor looking for land, and then, like a flash, she ran straight at me. Straight toward my little Honda with the window rolled down. Her hair flew out behind her and it was all so surreal that for a moment, I simply sat there, paralyzed. Then she raised her right hand above her head. In her grip, I caught a glimpse of silver.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

ROMANTIC/SUSPENSE - THE REMAINS IN THE POND - WIN A SIGNED COPY


Random drawing for one signed copy of my new Romantic/Suspense 
THE REMAINS IN THE POND
Simply leave a comment with your email address
Winner will be drawn December 20th by Random.org

I didn’t see Matt anywhere. There weren’t any vehicles in the gravel lot. I parked but didn’t roll down the windows. Something felt wrong. The night began to feel as opaque as the murky water. If Matt wanted to see me, where was he?
            Backing up, I shined my headlights a different direction, then I made a small tight circle and lit up the entire parking area a little at a time. Low mesquites and spindly live oaks bordered one side of the lot. It was the sort of foliage that loved a little water now and then but thrived just as well without it. I saw neither Matt nor Rose.
            After a few minutes, I pulled out of the lot and circled the pond as far as I could go. The gravel road didn’t loop around the entire thing, only about three quarters of the way, and then you were forced to turn around in the only remaining wide spot unless you wanted to get out and have a picnic beneath the single stand of oaks tall enough to give good shade.
            Of course I didn’t need any shade now. And I really didn’t want to get out of the car. This seemed too weird. I put the car in reverse and executed a careful turnaround. When my headlights picked out the figure at the edge of the water, I inhaled sharply. It was not what I expected to find.
            I rolled down my window. “Rose?” I called. “Is that you?”
            A branch cracked, a shadow moved, and panic slid between my ribs like a blade.  The figure turned toward my headlights, definitely female. She wore her long hair lose and flowing. Under the moonlight, I couldn’t be certain if the woman’s hair was red or light brown.
            “What are you doing here?” No answer. “Where’s Matt?” I tried to keep my voice steady, to show her I wasn’t afraid. I put the car in PARK and opened my door tentatively, putting one foot on the ground.

            She stared into my headlights, one hand shielding her eyes like a sailor looking for land, and then, like a flash, she ran straight at me. Straight toward my little Honda with the window rolled down. Her hair flew out behind her and it was all so surreal that for a moment, I simply sat there, paralyzed. Then she raised her right hand above her head. In her grip, I caught a glimpse of silver.


Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Remains-Pond-Ann-Swann-ebook/dp/B076PH5V37

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Preorder - THE REMAINS IN THE POND


Ready for Preorder
Expected Release date November 13th 
Just in time for Christmas!


Senior prom is the happiest night of Gabi’s life. Her crush has just revealed that he is every bit as infatuated with her as she is with him. When he has a car wreck and is transported to the hospital in a coma, Gabi feels as if she’s taken a knife to the heart. But his jealous cousin, Rose, sees her chance to give the knife an even harder twist. She convinces Gabi to meet her at a local parking spot outside town. It's a night that will change several lives forever. One of the girls will return, and one will become known as the remains in the pond.   

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Remains-Pond-Ann-Swann-ebook/dp/B076PH5V37

Friday, October 13, 2017

The Monster Mash Books and Prizes

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Sunday, October 1, 2017

99¢ Sale - ALL FOR LOVE - Women's Fiction

ALL FOR LOVE - digital - on sale for 99¢

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When Liz met Quinn in college, it was love at first sight, but what she did next would haunt her forever . . . even though she did it all for love.

"The man of her dreams may be the worst thing that ever happened to her."


Chapter One
We were drinking iced tea at our favorite sidewalk café when the plastics plant exploded. One moment Ronnie was checking my left hand to see if my wedding ring was still there, and the next thing I knew she was crawling across the blistered sidewalk in slow motion, reaching out for me.