TGIF! Yay! Suzanne Jefferies has stopped by today during her Blog Tour to share a little excerpt on her release, Watched. Tell us about this sexy book of yours, Suzanne!
By Suzanne Jefferies
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Newly divorced Professor Evie Brown notices her student Cameron Slade and how attentive he seems, so totally unlike her ex-husband. Cameron is also delicious to look at, all taut body, broad shoulders, and hot eyes. He’s forbidden territory, but one late afternoon as she pleasures herself in an empty lecture hall, she looks up to find she’s not alone. He’s there…watching her.
And then there’s Sophie Walker. Ever since Evie met the sensual woman, she’s allowed her inhibitions to unreel, one by one. It’s Sophie who’s been sharing Evie’s erotic awakening, Sophie who she yearns for. Or is it?
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I wipe clean the whiteboard, enjoying the push of the felt, swinging from side to side as I move, the squeaking sound it makes as it erases the past three hours’ worth of hard work. An image replays over and over—that unexpected reveal of Cameron’s torso—a handspan of bareness, the grooved shadow of muscle. It was a shock to the sterility of that lecture hall. My mouth waters. Bare, taut skin—that male skin, so much rougher, harsher than a woman’s.
I replace the lids on the markers and switch off the projector. Alone. Facing late afternoon emptiness.
If Cameron were to give me something I’d like... I’d like him, close to me, all sweet-sandy raw male youth, at my knees. Male.
I swallow back the desire that is starting to slither through me, stroking the space between my neck and collarbone. Cameron. I picture the way he ran his hands through his lightly gelled hair, the bulge in his arms as his hands extended behind his head. The soft curve of his lower lip. That vulnerable stretch of torso that was making my mouth salivate like a beast before its slaughter.
Hmm, intriguing. Thank you for sharing an excerpt from your book. Let's find out a little more about Suzanne.
Suzanne Jefferies loves to write romance. As a member of ROSA (Romance Writers of South Africa), she knows that she’s not the only believer in romantic tension and emotional power smacks to keep the romance reader hooked. A movie fanatic, she spends most of her time as a writer-for-hire. Working in communication, she has done more than her fair share of corporate and investor PR, and now freelances in between editorial jobs for big. glossy company magazines. The Joy of Comfort Eating, her first contemporary romance novel, won the 2016 Imbali Award for excellence in romance writing.
Visit her website at www.suzannejefferies.com, tweet @suzannjefferies, Facebook: SuzanneJefferiesAuthor
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Happy Thursday all! Today I have Rick McQuiston on my blog with his book, When Only The Nightmare Remains. The title certainly sounds ominous, but the scaring red eyes he shares with us definitely brings along the goose-bumps!
Of all of the stories I've written I'd say the one I used a real life experience to write would have to be A Trip to Grandma's House. It's a short, scary tale that centers around an old building near my grandmother's house. It was a party store in better days and had devolved into a true derelict of architecture. It stood there, not more than a few hundred feet from my grandmother's front porch, seemingly mocking me with whatever lurked inside its walls. Every time we'd drive past the place (in my dad's cumbersome Oldsmobile, no less) I would gaze through the car's grimy windows and wonder what those walls hid.
Year after year we'd visit my grandmother, usually on holidays, and every single time that building was closed.
Then one time it was open. I remember being mesmerized at seeing lights on in the building and struggled to see inside as much as I could. I also remember walking over to the store after my dad parked in my grandmother's driveway, and after I worked up the nerve, stepped up to the front door. The handle (a neglected, cold thing) felt like a venomous snake in my hand, and I quickly released it due to the irrational fear that it might actually open the door. Then I shuffled away from the building, only daring to take a peek behind me when I was a good hundred feet or so away.
To this day I swear I saw something, something red, something that should not have been in the building but was.
I assumed (during the sleepless nights that immediately followed) that they were eyes, but eventually came to accept that they were some sort of equipment generally used in party stores (the power lights for a fridge or freezer, or perhaps a cooking device?). This rationalization allowed me to get a grip on reality again, but there still resides in some part of my brain the notion that what I saw should not have existed, but did.
I wove my experience into my tale, embellishing it here and there, but retaining the dread I felt at the time. I think this aspect gave the story the feeling I was looking for when I wrote it.
Did his story raise the hair on your arms like it did mine? Let's find out about the book.
A town sheriff and three young boys manage to overcome an evil entity threatening their town.
Emily nudged closer and closer to the spider-webbed pane of glass. The window offered little in the way of a view—being octagonal and no larger than a dinner plate— but what it did reveal was adequate to say the least. It allowed anyone gazing through it to see the lush rolling landscape surrounding the house…and all it contained.
Feeling her already weak heart pound heavily in her chest, Emily scanned the grounds intently, watching for any signs of movement, for any hint of life. For any signs of William. She held the Book tightly in her small hands, refusing to relinquish it to anything or anyone. She had only scratched the surface of its contents, but that was still enough to impart its importance to her.
Her eyes moistened with tears as she thought of earlier, happier times in her life and her marriage to William. She should have been thinking about raising a family and planting flowers around the front porch of her home. She should have been thinking about what to cook for dinner when her husband returned home from a hard day’s work. All these simple notions, ones so many young people took for granted, were well beyond her grasp. In their place were terrifying visions of a dim future. Or worse—no future at all.
Movement caught her eye, sending a fresh batch of fear down her already frail spine. She rubbed her eyes to clear them and stared at the spot where she thought she had seen something. It took only a few seconds before her fears were confirmed. Something had moved. She was sure of it, but it was not easily noticeable. Whatever was lurking in the dense foliage was crafty and using stealth to its advantage.
Despite expecting it, Emily found herself cringing from the implications. She knew what it was, slithering around the fields, worming its way closer and closer with each
passing minute. She also knew that eventually, inevitably, it would reach her house.
Her house. It was her house and hers alone since her beloved husband died earlier that year. Nearly eight cold, empty months had passed since that fateful day when a
bullet found its way into his forehead, killing him instantly. Some said that it was a suicide. Perhaps it was, but Emily was not so sure. William had no reason to kill himself. The pain of that day pushed its way into Emily’s heart, so slowly at first as to be almost unnoticeable, but gradually increasing in its intensity. William had been a good man and a good husband, at least he was before he had changed into a cold, cruel person wholly incapable of compassion or love.
Emily stepped back from the window and slumped into a small, worn leatherback chair. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and the alluring thought of sleep entered her mind more than once. She ignored it. She had too many problems, too many things to think about to be able to enjoy a good rest. Not that she didn’t deserve it.
Outside the house, nestled snugly within the green vegetation of the fields, something waited for its chance to move, to advance toward the house and reach a solitary
figure huddled in the attic of the building, and end her life.
Buy links for When Only the Nightmare Remains:
Paperback available from the publisher's website: www.classactbooks.com
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SPOOKY! Great Excerpt. Let's see what we can find out about Rick.
Rick McQuiston is a forty-six year old father of two who loves anything horror related. By day, he works for a family-owned construction and management company. By night, he churns out horror fiction.
Rick has well over 300 publications so far. He’s written seven anthologies, one book of novellas, and edited an anthology of Michigan authors. He’s also a guest author each year at Memphis Junior High School, and is currently working on his fifth novel, a Cthulhu-based anthology. Rick currently has two novels with Class Act Books: Fear the Sky and When Only the Nightmare Remains, which was voted #2 in Horror for 2015 by the Paranormal Romance GuIld’s Reviewer’s Choice.
Find out more about Rick at:
Publisher's website: www.classactbooks.com
Author's website: www.many-midnights.com
Thanks so much Rick, for sharing a scary moment in your childhood life and your book. I hope you have great sales from it.
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Happy Tuesday! Today I have Laura Haley-McNeil on my blog with her book, Defending Her Heart. Before we get into the book, let's hear what happened to her, an airline pilot, and her mother.
My mother was always on the lookout for a husband for me. Probably because I complained that I couldn’t find anyone worth dating. One Christmas break in college, she and I flew to Cozumel. I was a Spanish major and I wanted a chance to practice the language, but I was and still am very shy, so I wasn’t doing a lot of practicing. My mother to the rescue. What better way to get me to speak than to start conversations with Spanish speaking men.
One day we planned an excursion that required we take a commuter plane to a Mayan ruin. The pilot was tall and handsome and the women in the group were speechless at how engaging this man was. One of the women asked if he were married and he said no.
When we boarded the plane, the pilot said that someone could sit in the seat next to him. My mother did some finagling and I ended up sitting next to the pilot. I was so embarrassed, but thankfully he seemed to sympathize with my discomfort. Then my mother told him I was fluent in Spanish. He brightened and immediately spoke to me in Spanish. That calmed me. I had to focus on speaking another language and didn’t have time to think about my uneasiness.
I wish that I could say we fell madly in love and had a passionate affair, but I never saw him again. I never thought to use this incident in a story, but thank you, Connie, for making me remember this. I’ve already thought of a story where this will fit perfectly.
I think I would have been tongue-tied..... LOL, Tell us a little about your book.
JT Whitloch can’t close his eyes without seeing the body of the woman who drowned in his swimming pool two years ago. He doesn’t remember that night but blames himself for her death. He walks away from his affluent and moves to Crystal Creek, but still he can’t find peace.
Then Gretchen Moore moves to town. She stirs up his desire and his past with a secret so deadly it could destroy her.
Gretchen wants nothing to do with JT. Because of him, someone wants her dead. The terror from his past forces them into an alliance that soon ignites their passion. Fighting these feelings leads them to the secret of the woman floating in JT’s swimming pool, but the knowledge doesn’t ease JT’s inner turmoil. Instead, it reveals an answer that could destroy him and Gretchen. His own destruction he could accept, but he’ll defend Gretchen to his death.
JT Whitloch sensed the woman the moment he set foot inside the auction stables. Through the scent of anxiety-ridden horses and a mass of humanity floated the fragrance of delicacy and wealth. A wave of disappointment dropped over him. He’d been twenty-three years old when he’d walked away from that life two years ago. He thought he’d suppressed his urges for women—at least that kind of woman. The desire pumping through him was a quick reminder—he’d failed.
The brim of the woman’s cowgirl hat cast a shadow over her I’m-a-celebrity sunglasses. Two words popped into his mind—elegant and stunning—as elegant and stunning as the Arabian stallion they both eyed.
Behind her glamorous exterior he sensed something else—cool strength and determination. She may be used to winning but if she planned to bid on the stallion, she’d learn she was no match for Rose Whitloch, JT’s stepmother. What Rose wanted, Rose got, and she wanted to add this horse to her Crystal Creek ranch stable.
The stud’s whinny rang in JT’s ears. It was a refined timbre practiced to receive immediate attention. And it demanded freedom.
That was what JT wanted—freedom from these urges pouring through him and freedom from the past.
The past didn’t let go.
His phone rang. Normally he would’ve checked his phone’s screen before answering but his mind was thick with thoughts of the stallion Rose wanted. He wouldn’t admit that images of the beautiful woman mixed with those thoughts. Sliding his thumb over the screen was something he didn’t think about. Halfway through the caller’s first syllable, he cursed himself for not checking the phone’s screen before answering.
“You do answer your phone,” came the clipped voice that reminded JT of the night that changed his life, the voice of his childhood friend Artur von Klasson, heir apparent to the von Klasson estate. The voice that dragged him back to the past he longed to forget.
“Artur, what’s up?” JT had an idea. His good mood evaporated. Though he’d abandoned his past life, when he least expected it, the past would rear its ugly head. He released the breath caught in his lungs hoping he sounded casual.
“What’s always up. I’ve called to see if you’ve changed your mind about a reunion tour. Denver would be a great place to make that announcement.”
“The decision I made two years ago stands. I’ve quit the music scene. I’m not going back.”
“Last we spoke, you said you might consider it.”
JT gave a rough exhale. The last time they spoke was New Year’s Eve when he’d tipped a few too many. “I did, and walking away from the group was the right decision. Besides, I hear rave reviews about your new lead singer.”
“Yes, about the singer…”
“Don’t tell me another one quit.”
“He didn’t quit, but let’s not discuss this over the phone. When I’m in town, let’s get together. Come to the after-party following the concert.”
“Parties aren’t a good place to talk.”
“This one will be different.”
“I don’t see how. When was the last time you conducted an intelligent conversation at a party?”
“All my conversations are intelligent.” Artur’s tone turned defensive.
“That’s debatable. By the way, your Uncle Gunnar emailed me. He wants to me fly back to Europe to discuss business.”
There was a long hesitation before Artur asked, “What sort of business?”
“He didn’t say. I’m not spending fourteen hours on a plane if I don’t know what he wants. We’ve never conducted any business together. He’s Minister of the Department of Justice. I work on a ranch. We have nothing in common.”
There was no mistaking Artur’s loud exhale even though JT could tell Artur held the phone away from his mouth.
“Come to the party. I may have an answer for you.” Artur hung up.
Something undesirable plunged through JT’s head. Artur had called him. Artur’s uncle had emailed him.
The stallion’s whinny brought his attention back to the pen. The woman stood near the rail. She seemed intent on accomplishing her goal of owning the horse. JT almost felt sorry for her.
“Caught you looking at the stallion over there,” an old timer said to JT. He scuffed a boot over the concrete.
“He’s a beaut,” JT said. “Did you trailer him?”
“Not me.” The cowboy stuffed chew between his teeth and gums. “One of those Hollywood types hired some California team that works for the west coast highfalutins.”
“Why’s he selling him?”
“Hear he’s filing bankruptcy. Has to liquidate everything—the houses, the cars, his kids’ horses.”
JT arched his brow. “Your source has a lot of information.”
The old timer lifted a shoulder. “I hear things.”
The woman’s elegant presence pressed against JT. It was a soft stroke across his cheek and scooped air out of chest. He looked past the old timer to the woman who paced around the stallion’s pen. With her was a tall man wearing a worn hat and a cracked leather duster. JT hadn’t noticed him before. Who was he? A friend? A bodyguard? The man watched her.
The old timer glanced over his shoulder. He took a second, longer look.
JT’s irritation pressed against the back of his throat. He didn’t know the woman, but he didn’t like the idea of someone gawking at her.
“Sorry, miss, didn’t mean to stand in your way,” the old timer said.
“It’s I who should apologize.” The woman’s voice was sultry and dulcet like honey flowing over warm biscuits. “Please continue your conversation. I’ll only be a moment.”
“Look to your heart’s content, miss.” The old timer clutched his battered hat to his chest and backed away. “They’ll be serving breakfast in the canteen. Be sure to catch yourself a bite of pancakes. Lots of locals in there can answer any question you may have.” His gaze shifted from the woman to JT. “’Later,” he said and stepped into the moving throng.
“I take it you’re looking for a stud.” JT propped a boot on the rail and watched the woman.
The horse quit pacing. He flicked his gaze from JT to the woman.
“I’m not sure what I’m looking for. I like horses. I’d like to buy a few for…my place. I received information that this auction had higher standards than most.” The woman moved closer to the pen.
“It has a good reputation.” JT caught a whiff of the woman’s scent. Sweet and spicy and natural.
And familiar. It was a scent he’d always associated with women from that class.
Being with women, being stirred by their scents, seemed like a lifetime ago. He gave a silent smirk. He was twenty-five years old, and he was thinking like an old man.
The woman’s companion cracked a slight smile. He was alert, but relaxed.
The horse stepped toward the rail, stopped and dipped his head.
The woman stretched an open palm to the stallion. He sniffed it and rubbed his nose against the buttery soft leather of her glove.
“There’s a match made in heaven.” JT gave a short laugh.
The woman laughed, too. Like bells. Clear sounding and calming and touching an unknown place behind JT’s heart.
“I can’t imagine why,” she said. “I’ve only recently become interested in horses. I don’t know much about them.”
“Horses can sense things about people.” JT watched entranced at the bond forming between the horse and the woman. He extended his hand to her. “I’m Jacob Whitloch. Friends call me JT.”
The woman’s gaze shot up to meet his. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he knew what reflected in them—recognition. There were still some people who recognized him, though he was no longer celebrity-polished, and remembered the name JT Whitloch.
The horse gave a sharp neigh and took one step back.
The woman exhaled, like a gasp, that JT wouldn’t have noticed had it not been for the shift of the leather duster skimming over her shoulders.
“I hope we can be friends. I’m Gretchen Moore.” She wrapped her hand around his.
It was warm and sent a vibration up his arm and into his chest, something he wished wouldn’t stop.
Gretchen Moore. The name wasn’t familiar. If they’d met, she may have had a different name. Like a maiden name. Did a wedding ring sit on the ring finger of her left hand? A ring that would rival the Hope Diamond?
She released first, her eyes shifting to the side and down.
JT’s hand dropped to his side with not a little reluctance. “If you want him.” JT nodded to the horse. “I’ll wish you luck now.”
“Will you bid against me?”
“I and others. The horse set from the country club’s here.” He nodded toward a woman, her dark hair wound tightly in a bun at the crown of her head. “I’ve also noticed several ranchers with deep pockets pass by a few times.”
“How deep are your pockets, Mr. Whitloch?”
“Call me JT. As for my pockets, they don’t even carry lint. I’m here to expand my stepmother’s brood.”
“We’ll bid against each other.” White teeth glistened in her smile. “It was nice meeting you, JT. I look forward to our bidding war. I hope you’ll still want to include me as one of your friends when we’ve finished.”
Her confidence made him smile. “If you’ll make the same promise.”
The arch of her brows made his smile broaden.
“Before the war starts,” JT said, “be sure to stop by the canteen and meet some of your competitors. It’s a friendly group with no hard feelings between the winners and the losers. They share information.”
“And they eat pancakes. I can’t remember the last time I ate a pancake.”
Her comment didn’t surprise JT. Unlike the ranch women milling about, she’d probably never eaten a pancake.
“Thank you for the invitation.” Her smile was soft and a little sad.
JT touched the brim of his hat and moved down the alley to inspect more horses.
He passed by the auctioneer’s office and picked up a packet with information for the available horses and his bidding card. He had planned to study the information while eating breakfast, but friends invited him to join them at their booth.
“You caught the little lady’s eye.” George who owned a breeding farm on the south side of the county shoveled a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.
JT’s humor dimmed. Everyone at the auction would have noticed him talking to Gretchen. Everyone would be asking about her—a woman shrouded in a designer hat and dark glasses. Even a blind man would know she was beautiful.
“If I were a horse, maybe.”
“Yeah, saw her checking that Arabian stud,” George said.
“Most of the ranchers’re interested in that beautiful piece of horseflesh.” Pete, George’s foreman, slapped his thigh. “She’ll be bidding against you, JT.”
“May the best horseman or horsewoman win,” JT said.
Though the men plied JT with questions about the woman, JT’s answers were clipped. Instead, he questioned them about the other horses on the docket.
At ten o’clock, the diners moved like a tightly-bound bale of hay to the arena.
JT sat in the Whitlochs’ booth, removed from the other bidders. Sitting near the arena gave him a view of the presentations where he could watch the horses’ behavior. Because the horses he bought would work with other horses as well as humans, he needed horses who would adapt to the handler, endure the auctioneer’s cant and relate to the audience.
Gretchen sat in a booth on the opposite side of the arena. Without looking, JT knew the minute she entered the hall. She floated along the concrete path. Conversations stalled. Every head turned and watched.
Her companion carried the auction information and opened the gate for her. When they had settled in the booth, she asked him a question. He opened the packet and scanned the listings. He leaned toward her angling the list for her view. She nodded. Turning away, she watched the horses parade in and out of the arena.
Several horses were brought in to warm up the bidding. When the stallion entered the arena, the crowd’s silence ticked with concentration.
The auctioneer started the bidding and several auction cards lifted into the air. The auctioneer cited the bids, pointed to the bidders, his cant filling the arena. The cards raised and lowered. The stallion’s price rose with the cards.
Groans around JT told him the less wealthy ranchers were dropping out of the bidding war. JT had Rose’s instructions. She’d set her limit and wouldn’t pay more.
JT was reaching that limit now. The bidding had dwindled to JT and one other participant.
Without casting a sideways glance, he saw her auction card lift and lower. The auctioneer pointed to JT. He pressed his mouth into a tight line. He kept the card in his lap. Gretchen Moore wanted that horse. She had the wealth to carry the bidding far higher than the horse was worth.
The crowd was riveted to the bidding. This would be a tale the townsfolk would retell for years. By keeping the card in his lap, JT would put a stop to that tale.
Annoyance burned in the back of his throat. Gretchen Moore was beautiful and rich, and she had outbid him. Rather, she’d outbid Rose. He hadn’t expected to lose to a neophyte no matter what her net worth. Everyone stared at him waiting for his reaction. He wouldn’t give them that satisfaction.
The auctioneer cited the final bid but kept his eye on JT, a stare designed to prompt him to lift his card.
JT had reached Rose’s limit. The horse would belong to Gretchen Moore. For whatever reason, that horse meant more to her than it did to JT or would have to Rose. Rose’s current studs commanded fees far greater than this horse would warrant. It would be a good starter for Ms. Moore, if her interest in horses lasted that long.
The auctioneer’s gavel fell on the block. “Sold.” He pointed to Gretchen’s booth.
JT gave her a brief nod. She responded in kind. He looked away, though his gaze protested. He longed to soak in the beauty that was Gretchen Moore. But looking at her would only stir up the rumors. Let the crowd see that his relationship with Ms. Moore was strictly business.
He glanced in her direction one last time. Her booth was empty leaving no evidence that she and her companion had ever occupied those wooden seats. His relationship with Ms. Moore had ended.
An odd sensation moved through his chest.
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This story sounds really interested, I think I will add this to my TBR list. Let's see what we can find out about Laura Haley-McNeil!
Laura Haley-McNeil is an award-winning author of romantic suspense and women’s fiction in novel length and in short stories. Her work has been featured in several women’s magazines. She has studied piano and ballet and has been a board member for two community orchestras. She and her husband reside in Colorado. When she isn’t writing, she jogs, bicycles and crochets.
Laura, thank you so much for dropping by and sharing your story and book. I hope you have great success with it.
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Happy Monday, everyone! Today let's check out Linda O'Connor's book, Behind The Bench. Before we delve into the story, let's find out about Linda's concern about infection control. (smile)
As a physician, I’m always concerned (okay completely anal :D) about infection control. I taught my three kids to wash their hands whenever they came home from school, after playing outside, really anytime they walked into the house. We all have separate toothbrush holders, and we each have our own tube of toothpaste. And don’t even get me started on sharing drinks. Infectious mononucleosis, influenza, herpes simplex, even hepatitis A lurk everywhere. So imagine my chagrin when, now that they’re older, they taste-test each other’s beer or share water bottles on the bench when they’re playing hockey!
This crept into Behind the Bench, the second book of the In the Game Hockey Romance series. Dr. Danni Angelo is the team physician for the local professional hockey team. She’s forever chirping at the players to use their own water bottles. The players tolerate the advice, even appreciate her concern, but they pretty much ignore her. She’s not giving up though – and she’ll add her two cents about the merits of full-face shields while she’s at it.
My hubby occasionally tries to take a 'sip' of my water or pop or something, and I'm like. Ack. blaaa, I nonchalantly don't drink from the liquid again.....
Behind the Bench (In the Game Hockey Romance series, Book 2)
Dr. Danni Angelo is the team physician for the Clarington Quakes hockey team. She’s worked hard to earn the players’ respect, but the new coach, Trey Mason, is stirring things up, and Danni’s worried her job may be in jeopardy.
Trey finds Danni…distracting. Beauty, brains, and sexy moves on the ice have him uncomfortably attracted. He’s the new guy on the block. He has a reputation to build and a standard to set. The last thing he needs is a complication.
When the team spirals out of control and Danni and Trey get caught up in a drug scandal, things heat up on and off the ice. It’s a whole new game plan…Behind the Bench.
Danni debated for a moment and then took one of the water bottles Dave had just filled. Hopefully Todd Webb wouldn’t miss his. It wasn’t as if they each used their own, she thought with chagrin.
She hustled back to the clinic, ducking around the corners and looking over her shoulder, hoping to avoid Cliff and Dave. When she passed the treatment room, Ben called out to her. “Do you want to come and take a look at this ankle?”
Danni looked at the two drinks in her hands. She’d been hoping to stash them, but she couldn’t just ignore Ben. Resigned, she walked into the treatment room.
Ben looked up and smiled at her. “Thirsty?”
Danni rolled her eyes and didn’t answer. She set the bottles on a counter and went over to the player sitting on the examining table. She chatted with Nate as she did a thorough exam and was satisfied that the ankle was strong enough to play. He could be shifted to a healthy scratch, and would be able to join the practices.
Danni finished up and, taking the bottles, made her way through the dressing room to the clinic. A handful of players were getting ready for the pre-game skate.
“Hey, Doc. That’s my water bottle,” Todd Webb pointed out from across the room.
Danni’s forehead broke out in sweat. “I’m doing an experiment to see if you actually use your own,” she said sardonically. “Good job, Webber.”
He laughed. “That’s okay. I’ll use Veet’s.” He grinned, gesturing to the player sitting nearby.
“I prefer NickNac’s anyway,” Veet said, poking Nick with his stick as he checked the curve on the blade.
“I usually grab Watty’s,” NickNac chimed in, sitting on the bench sipping a Score.
Danni shook her head and shut the clinic door as their laughter filled the air.
Well, she’d had the samples she wanted, but she’d better stick to medicine. She made a terrible spy.
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This sounds like such a great read. Thanks for sharing it. Tell us a little more about Linda....
Linda O’Connor started writing a few years ago when she needed a creative outlet other than subtly rearranging the displays at the local home décor store. It turns out she loves writing romantic comedies and has a few more stories to tell. When not writing, she’s a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic (well, even when she is writing she’s a physician, and it shows up in her stories :D ). She hangs out at www.lindaoconnor.net.
Laugh every day. Love every minute.
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TGIF! It gives me great pleasure to have Kayelle Allen back on my blog with her story, Forge In Fire, Bringer of Chaos. She's sharing with us a little incident that happened to her after adopting two little cats, and get this....I love their names! AC and DC! LOL She also shares a scene from her book, between the hero of her story and his pet panther, Kitty.
Thank you for the invitation to be on your site today, sharing with your readers. I want to share a favorite scene with my hero and his panther "kitty" and tell you about my own experience with a big black kitty.
My husband and I adopted two adorable little cats, a pair of brothers. They were mostly black with tips of white on their paws and nose. They were real livewires so we called them AC and DC.
One day while I was emptying the kitchen trashcan, one of them leaped on top of the can's rim. He was balancing there when I came in, peering down into the empty can. I thought it would be funny to sneak up and scare him.
I tiptoed up behind the cat - I never knew which one it was - and when I was directly behind him, touched him on the tail.
The next thing I knew, that cat had leaped straight up into the air, slipped into the trash can, and climbed his way out. Straight up my body.
He ran and hid. I ran and tended to my bleeding everything.
When I finally put myself together, I went looking for the cats. They were cuddled in a sunny corner and both of them stared at me with supreme indifference. Because I could not see anything but a blur, I never knew which of the little miscreants had clawed me. I know I had it coming. That was a dumb thing to do.
All of us learned a lesson. Theirs was that I would back down if they kept a united front. Afterward, I pictured them doing a kind of cat "high-five" and sharing an evil snicker. My lesson was never to sneak up on a cat.
Now, here's a story about my immortal king and his panther.
OMG, that is funny. I was surprise the kitty didn't hear you sneaking up on him. My cats have 'bionic' ears. LOL
Tell us a little about Bringer of Chaos: Forged In Fire.
About Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire
When the immortal Pietas is marooned on a barren world with no food and few survival tools, he knows it could be worse. He could be alone. But that's the problem. He's not.
Half a million of his people sleep in cryostasis, trapped inside their pods and it's up to Pietas to free them. He can't release one at a time. It's all or nothing. He's facing over five hundred thousand hungry, thirsty, homeless immortals who will call on him for rescue and he has no way to answer.
It's not all bad. The beautiful telepathic warrior he's loved for lifetimes is at his side. He's bonded with a sentient panther. He hates humans but the one dumped on this planet with him has become a trusted friend.
Before Pietas can build shelter, figure out how to grow food, or set up a government, he must take back command from a ruthless enemy he's fought for centuries. His brutal, merciless father.
Immortals may heal, but a wound of the heart lasts forever...
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I already have this book on my TBR list and each time I read a post from Kayelle about the book, it makes me want to skip all the other TBR books to this one and read it. Tell us the scene, Kayelle, between Pietas and Kitty.
Excerpt from Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire
In this scene, Pietas, the immortal king, is heading down a long hill to join his people. Only a day before, he'd formed a telepathic bond with Tiklaus, the alpha of a tribe of sentient panthers.
Halfway down the twisting trail to the pods, Pietas came upon a stubby, leafless tree. As he got closer, the thickest lower branch revealed a panther stretched out atop it, chin on paws. The majestic animal regarded him with supreme indifference, yet a clear challenge.
He halted, recognizing Tiklaus. As he would with any sentry, he maintained military protocol and kept his distance. The panther tribe deserved no less honor than any of his troops.
"Pietas, requesting permission to pass."
The cat gave him a serene blink and sniffed in his direction. The telepathic link they'd shared before re-engaged without effort. This time, a barrage of impressions flooded his mind.
Fight. Pain. Cage. Pain. Fight. Hunger. Thirst. Pain. Fight. Pain.
Pietas reeled under the psychic impact. He stumbled back and bent at the waist, sickened. These immortal animals had endured cruelty beyond measure even before they'd been caged and shipped away as unwanted cargo. Their captors hadn't put them in stasis during transit. They'd been caged. Tormented. Ignored. Starved.
"Keep them hungry," echoed through his mind. One human had fed and watered them too little, too late. When he ventured too close to the cages, they took him down together, tore out the man's throat to silence him, ripped him apart, then dragged chunks of him through the bars of their cages and feasted. The connection was so strong between himself and the cat, Pietas smelled the blood, tasted the flesh.
He choked back bile. He, who had once bitten chunks off a hated, vile enemy.
For killing the human, the tribe had been punished the rest of the trip.
Pietas could count the means of death he feared on one hand. Being eaten by panthers went straight to the top. Not even an Ultra could come back from that. Perhaps consuming Ultras was what the tribe had been created to do.
Once on Sempervia, the panthers had been scattered, abandoned, each dropped in a different location and left to fend for itself. Tiklaus had been released in a forest near Pietas.
The panther had watched him. Waited. The entire tribe had made its way here, to this place.
No. Not just here.
Why? How? He hadn't known he'd be here himself.
Through their connection, Tiklaus revealed an image of Pietas in a clearing, head back, arms outstretched, mouth open in a silent scream.
It had happened the night he'd learned the truth of how Ghost Corps made ghosts. Needing time alone, he'd stormed off into the trees and released a howl of empathic rage.
Unintentionally, he'd alerted his people he was near. Alive. One confessed later, "It woke us all up. Even across a mountain range. I think the whole world felt that."
The morning after, he'd encountered Tiklaus and they'd touched each other's minds for the first time. Panther and Ultra bonded.
That howl had alerted the other panthers as well.
Tiklaus, was the tribe sent here to eat Ultras? Or...me?
The connection shut. The panther rested one front paw over the other, somber and silent. It half-closed its green eyes.
Wow, what a powerful descriptive scene! I love it. Thanks for sharing with us. Now, let's find out a little more about Kayelle.
Kayelle Allen writes Sci Fi with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She's a US Navy veteran who's been married so long she's tenured.
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Thanks so much, Kayelle, for stopping by. As always, I enjoy reading your excerpts from this book and look forward to reading it. I wish you great success with the book.
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Happy Thursday everyone and welcome to my blog. Today I have Kenneth Gordon visiting. He's sharing his search to find someone to help give him information, and his book, In My Blood. Let's check it out!
Don’t know whether or not this is humorous, but here goes…
It all started when I tried to take my orange cat Frodo outside (he’s an indoor cat) to take a lap around the yard. A big truck rumbled by and scared him. He tried to pull away, but I held him fast. Unfortunately, his claws did some damage to my shirt and myself. I had what looked like a reverse ‘N’ scratched on my chest. That night I got to thinking, what if there was a plague on another world and emissaries were sent out to find a chosen person to save them, who was recognizable because he had this mark?
The next day, I started writing, but I knew I needed help in creating the plague.
The hardest thing was to find someone to help me with that information. I wanted to make sure it was plausible and the cure could possibly work. So…I called the CDC.
They must have thought I was a nut, a terrorist or both, because no one wanted to talk to me. No one would return my calls. After some time and effort, I found a local HIV doctor who was willing to help me. Most of my ideas were spot on, but she was instrumental in getting the rest right.
She’s getting a signed copy of the book.
Well Kenneth, all I can say is that I'm glad I'm not the only one that has problems getting people in the field I'm researching to respond to me. LOL
If you discovered your blood could save an alien people from death at a great cost to you, what would you do?
Thomas Anderson, from New Hampshire, is just about to start his third year of pre-med at Emory University when he meets a strange little man.
Tom is whisked away to the whirlpool galaxy as he starts researching the plague and begins working towards a cure. Little does he know that the cure will cost him everything! He must decide if he is willing to give up his life for a people he doesn’t know on a world that is not his own.
Thom walked out of the post office and down to the dining hall alone.
This was going to be his last dinner at school for a while, maybe a long while. He hoped the food was be memorable.
Salisbury steak was on the menu. He grimaced at the thought. He selected fried chicken, okra, hush puppies, corn bread, and some kind of greens mingled on the tray. It certainly wasn’t the healthiest, but it beat the alternative. Picking up a cup, he pushed it into the bay of his selected soda. No ice, it’s better that way.
Thom selected a table in the back and took a drink from the red plastic tumbler. He took one last, long look around, trying to take it all in and remember it. He wasn’t sure if he would ever see it again. The fountain had real Coke this time. He took another drink and started in on the chicken.
Just then, Kai showed up at the table.
“Can I talk with you?”
“Sure, have a seat.”
The alien sat down.
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“Would not eat that food within one thousand parsecs.”
“Not the healthiest, I know. What did you want to talk to me about?” A bolt of fear shot down Thom’s spine.
“Need to brief you on the task, Chosen One,” Kai said in hushed tones. “We have a great plague on our world. You will come and save us. It was prophesied.”
“Whoa, wait a minute…” Thom held up a hand as if to stop Kai’s words. “Hold on…back that bus up, beep…beep…beep. A plague? You can’t be serious. I’m in my junior year of premed. I’ve only had one class, one, in infectious disease. What makes you think I can save your people?”
He moved around in his seat and inched slightly away from Kai.
“Simple, you are the Chosen One.” Kai smiled with complete confidence.
“Maybe your prophets got it wrong. You know, if a prophet gets it wrong, then you don’t have to listen to them,” Thom denied it.
“The Prophets are never wrong. You are the Chosen One, you come help save our people. I wait long time, many emissaries were sent to many worlds, but I found you. Now, you come. Yes?”
“Alright, I’ll come. Still don’t think I’m qualified, but I’ll at least take a look and see. Okay?”
“Yes, yes. We meet at six AM outside your dorm. Then we fly home.”
Kai-min stood and left the table while Thom held his head in his hands.
What am I getting myself into? Thom, you are an idiot. How can I help these people? I’m not even a real doctor yet. I don’t have the experience, but now because my cat cut me up, I’m this ‘Chosen One’?
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Yes, leave it to a 'cat' to start something. LOL Enjoyed the excerpt. Let's see what we can find out about the author!
Kenneth Gordon grew up in Milford, NH and still lived in that state. When he isn’t writing scifi-infused horror novels, he plays PC games, electric and acoustic guitars, and drums. He also holds a brown belt in Kung Fu.
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Happy Hump Day everyone! Please welcome Jana Richards on my blog today with all kinds of specials and prizes on her Blog Tour! Be sure to check it all out! Tell us about all this, Jana!
Secrets and Solace
Love at Solace Lake Series (Book 2)
By Jana Richards
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Blurb for Secrets and Solace
No matter how deeply buried, secrets rise to the surface.
Scarlett Lindquist has agreed to help her sisters rebuild the dilapidated fishing lodge in Minnesota they inherited from their grandparents. Although the lengthy restoration is bringing the three sisters closer together, Scarlett’s support is temporary. Her leave of absence from her job in Chicago is temporary and she has no intention of staying at Solace Lake Lodge, where the lake holds dark secrets. When frightening childhood memories resurface, they are tempered by her fascination with an irritating contractor. If only she could trust her feelings for him. If only he could trust her.
Cameron Hainstock meets Scarlett at his brother’s wedding to her sister and their attraction is instantaneous. But Cam avoids the beautiful marketing executive. All his efforts are aimed at battling for custody of his only child. When the unimaginable happens and Cam faces the biggest challenge of his life, he’s reluctant to accept help to halt his downward spiral. Can they learn to trust each other and fight for a future together or will they go their separate ways?
Genre: Contemporary Romance, small town romance
Keywords: contemporary romance, small town romance, mystery, touch of paranormal, murder
ISBN: Ebook ISBN 978-0-9952791-1-7
Heat Level: Spicy, fully described love scenes
Release Date: March 21, 2018
Cover Artist: Angela Waters
Secrets and Solace
Book 2 Out Now
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Excerpt, Secrets and Solace:
The shock on Scarlet’s face, the disbelief and grief, made him wish he’d kept his mouth shut. The last thing he wanted was to inflict her with the same hell he was going through. He turned away from her, pushing her hand from his arm. “Go home, Scarlet.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” She grabbed his arm again, preventing him from picking up the axe, the tool he’d used to keep himself from reaching for a bottle. “I won’t leave you alone.”
Ignoring the sweat and dirt, she wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tightly, resting her head against his chest. His body stirred to life at her touch, disgusting him. His world was crumbling around him and all he could think was that he wanted to bury himself inside her until she screamed his name.
“Go,” he said roughly. If she was smart, she’d run away and never look back. He was a bad-tempered, recovering alcoholic with nothing to offer her. He wasn’t worth the risk.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes clear and steady. “No. I won’t leave you.”
He pushed her up against the wall of the workshop, not sure if he was trying scare her away or make her stay. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She shook her head. “You won’t.”
Cam closed his eyes and groaned. He wrapped his arms around her in a vice-like grip, unable to resist her any longer.
God, he needed her.
He lowered his head and kissed her. There was no subtlety in the kiss, no gentleness or finesse. Only passion and raw need. But she stayed with him, returning his passion, giving solace. He greedily lapped it up, taking everything she had to give.
But he wanted, needed more. He lifted her and she wrapped her long, slender legs around his waist. He buried his face against her soft, sweet-smelling neck, inhaling her clean, floral scent. At the same time, he snaked his hand up her thigh and began to pull down her panties.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasped. “Tell me now while I still can.”
Lies and Solace
Book 1 Out Now
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Love is worth the risk…
When their grandfather dies, the Lindquist sisters, Harper, Scarlet and Maggie, inherit the northern Minnesota fishing lodge that had been in their family for three generations. The inheritance is bittersweet. They were raised at the lodge by their grandparents. The natural beauty of the place hasn’t changed, but the building itself is crumbling and desperately in need of repair. The lodge also reminds them of what they lost. Twenty-two years previously, their parents died there in what was ruled a murder/suicide.
As the sisters struggle to breathe new life into the failing lodge, old fears and questions rise to the surface even as new love presents itself. Why did their father murder their mother? What truths did their grandparents keep from them? The sisters must fight to keep the wounds of the past from putting their futures, and their fledgling relationships, in jeopardy.
Truth and Solace
Book 3 Coming March 28, 2018
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When Jana Richards read her first romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had to commit the stories running through her head to paper, and they had to end with a happily ever after. She also knew she’d found what she was meant to do. Since then she’s never met a romance genre she didn’t like. She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World War Two, in lengths ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for fun, she throws in generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the paranormal. Her paranormal romantic suspense “Seeing Things” was a 2008 EPPIE finalist.
In her life away from writing, Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two grown daughters, and a wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga, movies, concerts, travel and reading, not necessarily in that order. She and her husband live in Winnipeg, Canada with their Pug/Terrier cross Lou and several unnamed goldfish. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.janarichards.com
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Wow! These all look like great reads, Jana! Thanks for sharing this and offering this opportunity! The books should intriguing, and I think I'm gonna add these to my TBR list.
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Hello everyone! Today I have Juanita Aydlette visiting with her book, It's In The Blood. Like most of us are, she is a pet lover, and has two dogs. She shares why she has animals in her stories. Welcome, Juanita!
This isn’t a humorous story but more of an explanation.
I have two small dogs—which is a bit unusual for me. I've always had big dogs in the past, but little dogs are so entertaining. Now, I have two females, a yorkie mix and a shih tzu. They are both rescues; one eight months ago and the other, one month ago. They love each other and they play around the clock.
If my husband didn't protest, I would probably try to acquire as many pets as I could. I think animals tend to bring out the soft side of most people.
I think pets belong in books, because they will definitely draw the curiosity of the reader. Pet lovers—and there are millions, can relate to animals as family member. I think it's important to them to find an author that feels that way too.
I agree with you, Juanita, and sometimes I have pets in my books as well. Tell us a little bit about the book, It's In The Blood and the video trailer you have for it.
Never stare at a shirtless hunk with green eyes.
Gabrielle Madsen is drawn in by such a pair of eyes that captures her soul and leaves her a prisoner of an addictive kind of love--not that she's complaining. But her educational trip turns out to be more than just a fun-filled summer escapade.
She's faced with a life-changing decision that could affect the world around her. Her discovery of this ancient, legend-come-to-life proves to be deadly, but her swooning heart can't break away. She and Josh Van Ness fall in love and must battle the forces that want to keep them apart.
Away from the open menagerie was a path surrounded by dense trees. It was across a narrow decorative bridge built into the landscape. The thick greenery provided a shady side to the open garden. A spotlight created by the sun beckoned to me from inside and I walked away from the others. My eyes were fixed on the pink and red groundcover that glimmered with a hypnotic seduction. I ventured toward the fragrant breeze, unaware of how far I had strayed.
After only a few yards inside the cover of the trees, my body was seized again by a rumble and a frightening snarl. A chill blanketed me and I couldn’t move. I didn’t dare look around, for the back of my blouse had already been saturated by the heated moisture from the breath of the beast. My first instinct was to scream, but fear had stolen my voice. So I took a deep breath and held it. The scent of horror filled my lungs. It was familiar.
Was I being stalked by the animal that lurked outside my hotel grounds?
Help me please, rang inside my head. My eyes squeezed shut as its sharp fangs pinched my shoulder. Tears filled my eyes and my hands formed a fist. I waited to feel my bones snap when suddenly, it let go. The leaves crunched. The sound grew fainter by the second, then nothing. My eyes remained closed as I trembled and listened.
“Miss?” A woman’s voice severed my nightmare. “I saw you come out here. We’re getting ready to go to another area. You don’t want to be left behind.”
Without hesitation I ran past her, clutching my throat and sobbing. The other tourists were boarding the van and I made my way to the back. The woman I believed saved me from certain death, came and sat beside me.
My body trembled as the bus came to stop. I ran from the tourist center to the hotel. Once inside the bathroom, I stripped and examined my shoulder. A painful bruise was both in front and in back. I cried out loud, shook convulsively, and then laughed hysterically.
Was I going mad?
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I enjoyed your video trailer, Juanita, and the book sounds very intriguing and I think I'll just have to add it to be TBR list! Tell us a little bit about you!
About the Author:
Juanita Aydlette is from Shreveport, Louisiana, and now lives in Texas. She’s the only girl in a family of four brothers. She love music, planting flowers and is a dog lover…that’s why she works at an animal clinic.
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Wow, congratulations, Juanita on your award for the Top Ten Finisher in the Preditors & Editors Readers' Poll! Thank you for stopping by and sharing your book with us. I wish you great success with it.
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Hello and welcome to the start of another week in March! It's always a pleasure to have a return romance author back on my blog, and today, I have Adriana Kraft back, with her Blog Tour and new release, Vegas Gambler. Please welcome Adriana, and let's check out what her new release!
Vegas Gambler will be on tour from March 5 through April 5, and weâre giving away one free download from the Publisherâs Website to each of two winners. Winners may select from books One through Four in our Meghanâs Playhouse Series. You can find all series books at this link: http://www.extasybooks.com/meghan-s-playhouse/. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.
About the Book:
Heâs fifty-one, theyâre in their twenties. Can Jack Hawthorne keep up with two women? How will he protect his heart?
Fresh with success from a recent stint in a musical on the Las Vegas Strip, Meghan Keenan takes some time off to play with her current flame, Jack Hawthorne, professional poker player. Sheâs delighted to add her petite masseuse Tia Minh to the mix and even more thrilled when she learns Tiaâs relationship with her boyfriend Tony Sanders is on the skids. Itâs the perfect challenge!
Tia has different ideas â she thinks Tony would be perfect for Meg, and she conspires to throw them together any way she can.
Ever the gambler, Jack catches on to her game quickly and keeps the ruse going behind Megâs back. Who knew his heart was up for grabs?
Jack cocked his head to the side. âYou sure you wonât stay beyond the summer?â
Meg shook her head. Theyâd been over this ground before. âYou know I need to get back to New York. I need to get on with my life.â
âSorry Iâm such a drag on you.â He gave her a wicked smile. âAnd you always say my age doesnât matter.â
âFifty-one doesnât make you ancient.â
âI have my days,â Jack said, flipping over a card. âBut I know what we have is transitory. Donât worry about me getting carried away.â He smirked. âBut you have been a breath of fresh air for me.â
âCripes, the way you hang out around poker tables, anyone would provide a breath of fresh air.â Meg smiled and purposely softened her tone. âAnd youâve been very good for me, too. I donât know how I wouldâve made it through the hectic pace of the last six months without your steady influence. Youâve always been there, and with few demands.â
âPerhaps,â Jack began wistfully, âI shouldâve been more demanding.â He mustâve seen her nostrils flare, because he lifted a hand, forestalling her response. âYouâve renewed my faith in life.â He grinned devilishly. âEven in love.â
Winner of the 2014 Bisexual Book Award for erotic fiction, author Adriana Kraft is a married couple writing Sizzling Romantic Suspense and Erotic Romance for Two, Three, or More.
One man, one woman, danger and intrigue â always a happy ending, but oh, what a ride! Readers can count on our Romantic Suspense line for gutsy characters, hot sex, and breathtaking intimacy as our hero and heroine battle outer threats and inner demons to stay alive and fall in love.
A man, a woman (or two), or another man, threesomes, foursomesâwhatâs your fantasy? We write our Erotic Romance stories to entertain, of course, but most of all we write them because we believe in happy endings for all who fall in love, whatever their gender, sexual orientation or numerical combination. Here youâll find multiple partners, three-way, four-way and more, swing lifestyle, lesbian, bisexual, mÃ©nage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.
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TGIF! Please welcome Mageela Troche to my blog today with her book, Claiming The Highlander. Mageela shares a most embarrassing situation that happened to her, and thank goodness, now she can laugh about it!
I’m not someone who embarrasses easily. But one incident that burned my cheeks is one I rather forget. It started off simple enough. I had to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I was in my PJs and changed into a t-shirt and my comfy camouflage pants that I had for almost ten years. I went to the store with no problem, and was returning home when I heard a teenage boy saying Excuse me I didn’t really pay attention but I heard those two words again so I looked.
He told me that my pants were ripped. I craned my neck and sure enough, there was a rip that ran along my right butt cheek and my underwear was on show for the world. Oh, yeah, my cheeks burned (pun intended). Luckily, my t-shirt was long enough to cover the split and I hurried home.
At least, I can chuckle about that event now but I really miss those pants. One day, the incident may work its way into a novel somehow...that’s if I can stop laughing at myself.
I think I died right along with you, Mageela! Red in the face for sure!
Tell us about your story, Claiming The Highlander.
Caelen MacKenzie married heiress Lady Brenna Grant in his youth for a large parcel of land and an earldom. Years later, Scotland trembles from the tales of the Viking Highlander yet Caelen must face his most challenging battle—returning home and to the past he ran from.
Lady Brenna loves her husband. As her loyalties are tested, the life she was reared to live is in jeopardy. She knows no other life but the one as Countess and wife to Caelen. Snagged in the power plays of men, she will do anything to save that life and the man she loves.
From the rugged western highlands to the glittering Scottish court, they must battle the machinations of powerful men scheming against them.
Will they be triumphant in this game and live happily ever after?
She reached the last step and halted. The smoke must have conjured images. Caelan stood at the end of the corridor. She blinked, believing the vision would vanish into nothingness. The arched doorway framed his muscular form, which was draped in plaid. His head hung down. His long locks draped around his face and blocked him from her view. Light flickered over his Viking blond hair. She blinked a few times, waiting for him to notice her standing here. She must have moved because his head flew up.
He faced her. A smile spread across her face and her cheeks hurt from it. She wanted to throw herself in his arms. Instead, she buried the urge. She even squeezed out a couple of tears.
Her feet skipped over the floor as she raced to him. She threw her arms around him and squeezed him tightly. She lacked the strength to hold him as she wished. Caelan was all hard muscle. He smelled of the outdoors—greenery, and of the fresh wind that whirled about him and caught in the weave of his plaid, along with a manly scent that was his own. She stroked her cheek against his plaid. The scratchy wool scraped her skin. An itchy tingle spread through her cheek.
She ran her hands over his thick arms. He had come for her. She linked her fingers with his. She leaned her head to the side to look at the shut chamber door. Last night had been a difficult one. The healers and servants had been going in and out through the night. Their muffled voices floated to her chamber along with the groans of pains coming from the laird—aye, the laird would be leaving this earth soon. Her smile dimmed along with the heady delight within her. “You have finally returned.”
Caelan arched a brow, revealing his blue eyes. She loved his pure, blue hue that shined bright with shards of white, unlike her plain, brown ones. He pulled his hand away. She tucked her empty hand within the pleats of her dress. This was not the reunion she had imagined since she learned he was returning home. Caelan was supposed to grab her in his arms and swing her about. After her holding her close for a drawn-out moment, he was supposed to slide her down his body, and then kiss her. After he ravished her mouth, he was to stare deep into her eyes. He might have even whispered tenders words. Instead, he stood there, his arms at his side. The man didn’t even reach out to her.
His sharp gaze slid over her. The heat of his inspection sent a flush through her. He no longer looked at her as a little lass. Caelan looked at her like a man to a woman. Pure heated desire that set her heart racing. The last time he saw her, he had treated her a like a child and shown even less interest. He no longer looked at her as a little lass. “You look well, Brenna.”
“You haven’t cleaned up from your journey.” His plaid was wrinkled and the pleats were flat. She brushed at a smear of dirt marring his leine. It was just a reason to touch him.
“Seeing my father was more important.” He peeked over his shoulder. “I should have been here earlier.”
She licked her lips. “Has the laird fallen asleep?”
“Nay, he…he started coughing.” He shook his head. The ends of his blond hair fanned out. The pale tips caught the amber light of the torches. His strong brow was more pronounced from the lowering of his brows.
“Last night was hard for him, but your arrival shall make him feel better. When I sit with him, he always speaks of you.”
When he hung his head, she wished she could take back her words.
“You sit with him often?” He pushed back his hair.
“Aye. Sometimes, we discuss you, and other times he tells me stories or curses the healers. It depends upon how he feels.”
His broad shoulders that seemed to be able to bear all of Scotland and England upon them, straightened. “I am here so I can see to the running of everything. You shall assist me.”
She rose to the tips of her toes. “Of course. I am your wife.”
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An Air Force brat, Mageela Troche has lived throughout the world then landed in New York City. She wanted to leave the same day she arrived. Yet, with her stubbornness, Mageela learned to like the place and the libraries were the main reasons. Since she was a little girl, Mageela wanted to be an author and an actress, however, once in college, Mageela changed her life plan in the pursuit of money. After all, college loans must be repaid. At Syracuse University, she studied International Relations and Geography with plans to make the world a better place.
But after a tragic life event, Mageela put those plans aside and returned to New York City where she tried to find her way through life. After studying fashion design, working for various jobs, she decided to take a risk and do what she truly desired all her life–writing.
Mageela returned to writing and focused on the romance genre. Her first break came when she sold a short story to a magazine. She sold two more before the publication of her historical romance novel, The Marriage Alliance. She has gone on to write four more and a novella.
Mageela is currently writing in the cramped corner of her Big Apple apartment. She is the proud owner of a Black-masked lovebird named Boobula. She loves to hear from her readers and can be found online.
Website: http://www. MageelaTroche.com
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