Today is a new-to-me author, McKenna Dean, who has her new release, Ghost of a Chance. Please welcome McKenna to my blog today.
Ghost of a Chance
Redclaw Security Book 2
by McKenna DeanMadison has put together some really awesome Prizes giveaway during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may enter every day for your chance to win one of the prize packages. You may find the tour locations here. About Ghost of a Chance by McKenna Dean: At sixteen, Sarah Atwell walked away from her love of horses and a promising career as a competitive rider after discovering she’d inherited the family curse. Years later, her grandmother stunned everyone by leaving Sarah her horse farm—worth millions—but with conditions Sarah might not be able to meet. A former Redclaw agent, Casey Barnes retired when a security assignment went bad, killing his partner and leaving him as a partial amputee. His inner wolf is in hiding. He’s been living quietly as a horse trainer, but June Atwell’s death now pits him against her granddaughter for rights to the stable. With both of them snowed in at the farm, a series of increasingly serious accidents draws Sarah and Casey closer together, but they both harbor secrets that might tear them apart. Ghost of a Chance is a paranormal romance story. Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2nbVC33 Excerpt: For some reason, he glanced back at Sarah where she waited by the door. The backlight of falling snow through the glass in the shadowed hallway created the suggestion of a black-and-white photograph. The only spot of color was the bright red scarf at the collar of her coat and the wine-dark lipstick she wore. She leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. Something inside him clicked, as though recognizing a scene from a movie. His heart stopped a beat, flipped over, and thudded again with increased intensity. No. It couldn’t be. Not her. He hurried away, head still reeling at his reaction. When he returned with an armload of clothing, she was nowhere to be seen. Her laptop sat by her shoes, one pretty little pump turned over on its side. As expected, he discovered her in the living room, staring at the pictures on the wall. “There you are.” She jumped at the sound of his voice. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He adjusted the heap of clothing piled over one arm and held out a pair of snow boots. “She had so many photographs of me.” Sarah took the boots almost automatically, and indicated the walls covered with pictures, ones Casey had seen many times. That had to be it. Why she felt so familiar. Why she seemed to be the one. Relief washed over him. Obviously he’d spent too much time alone if he thought Sarah Atwell was his destined mate. The Panther’s Lost Princess Redclaw Security Book 1 Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2LSf9UL About McKenna Dean: McKenna Dean has been an actress, a vet tech, a singer, a teacher, a biologist, and a dog trainer. She’s worked in a genetics lab, at the stockyard, behind the scenes as a props manager, and at a pizza parlor slinging dough. Finally she realized all these jobs were just a preparation for what she really wanted to be: a writer. She lives on a small farm in North Carolina with her family, as well as the assorted dogs, cats, and various livestock. She likes putting her characters in hot water to see how strong they are. Like tea bags, only sexier. McKenna Dean's Social Media Links: Newsletter:http://eepurl.com/c8GDYX Website: http://mckennadeanromance.com/ Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B075CRHQ7B/ Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/McKenna-Dean-Author-262328784224302/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/McKennaDeanFic Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mckennadeanromance/?hl=en Tumblr: https://mckennadeanromance.tumblr.com/ Email: email@example.com
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Besotted Beguiling Bachelors Series Book 5 By Madison MichaelMadison has put together some really awesome Prize Packages to giveaway during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may enter every day for your chance to win one of the prize packages. You may find the tour locations here. About Besotted: Time is Running Out…For Both of Them Regan Howe, won her coveted CEO position through hard work and a willingness to buck family tradition. Now, Brandon Hockney, a handsome US Senator with his eye on the White House, wants her to give it up, along with her home, friends and family for a move to DC and marriage to him. Regan wants marriage and family but this choice will require she leave everything she loves, including the alluring Tyler Winthrop. Regan has waited twenty years for Tyler to commit. He once promised her forever, then destroyed her trust and her hopes for a future together. Still, she cannot break the ties between them. Regan is besotted. Tyler’s moment to win Regan is slipping through his fingers. He has remained on the outskirts of Regan’s life, reluctant to reveal his true past and expose her to danger. Despite their obvious attraction, Tyler has remained her friend and protector, keeping Regan at arm’s length for her own safety, When Regan determines to test the waters with Brandon, Tyler is tapped as acting CEO, throwing the pair together for one last chance at love. Can Tyler shake off the thugs threatening to expose his past mistakes? Can he earn Regan’s trust and woo her away from Washington? Battling overwhelming odds and a racing clock, will Tyler be forced to release his one true love to find happiness with another man? How can he when he’s besotted? Join Tyler and Regan as they seek their happily ever after in the conclusion of the steamy, contemporary Beguiling Bachelor romance series. Besotted is a contemporary erotic romantic suspense story. Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2AiK2MQ
Excerpt from Besotted:
Regan was just too damn alluring in that dress for him to accept that he couldn’t have her if he wanted her. He was an idiot. He should have told her years ago. He should have told everyone. Despite the tongue- lashing he was silently giving himself, Tyler was certainly no fool. “The professor” to his friends, he was generally serious and professional. He had the smarts necessary to obtain both an MBA and a law degree, and he was now CEO of LHRE and on hiatus from one of the fastest growing tech companies in the country. He kept his cool in general, but again and again he behaved like an idiot around Regan. Since that damn frog almost thirty years ago, he had loved no one but Regan. Sometimes they made it work together, like in high school, but most times not. His feelings were unchanged, but something always stopped him from declaring his love and asking her to do the same. This time it was something insurmountable. And yet Tyler couldn’t stay away. He was the proverbial moth to the flame, flirting with disaster every time he flirted with her. He had promised to stay away, to keep her safe,but the attraction was undeniable. Yep, prize idiot. Returning to the ballroom after the latest threats, Tyler briefly considered sharing the conversation, coming clean with Regan and perhaps moving their relationship forward. He was at a fork in the road but remained silent, Tyler knew he was on the wrong path but couldn’t summon the will to fix it. Not only were his problems unsolveable, but she was involved with Brandon. Tyler felt hopeless. He was preoccupied just as Regan accused, but Tyler tried to give Regan the attention she deserved. He failed miserably until Regan suggested they just leave. That got his attention. Who knew when he would hold her in his arms again. “Come dance with me again. It would be a crime to waste that dress.” Encircling Regan in his arms, his body responded to her nearness, even as his mind worried over the earlier texts. He was unaware of his hand stroking her back, fingers lightly skimming over her bare skin. He wasn’t thinking clearly when he pulled her close or when he dropped kisses on her hair. He wasn’t paying attention, just acting on instinct, Regan was responding, her breath growing uneven, her hands clinging to his shoulders.Madison Michael traded 28 years in Fortune 500 tech and management positions for a chance to spend her days with sassy heroines, sexy, rich heroes and nothing but happy endings. Growing up the daughter of a librarian, she learned to love books, especially classics and romances, and spent winters cuddled under blankets losing herself in books. Madison is the author of three novels in the Beguiling Bachelor series, as well as several short stories. She is a member of Romance Writers of America. After living in the northeast, southeast and the west, Maddy returned to her Midwest roots. She lives in Evanston, IL with two feline editorial assistants and great views of Chicago’s famous skyline. Social Links: Website: madisonmichael.net Madison's Blog: madisonmichael.net/category/maddys-blog Maddy's Romance Madness: madisonmichael.net/category/mrm/ Maddy's Tours and Treats: madisonmichael.net/category/tours-and-treats/ Facebook: facebook.com/madisonmichaelromance Twitter: twitter.com/madisonmichael_ Amazon Author Page: amazon.com/Madison-Michael/e/B01EVUGG6G/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1 a Rafflecopter giveaway
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Today I have Jacquie Rogers featured on my blog with her story, A Home For Polly, a art of the Under A Mulberry Moon Anthology. Please welcome Jacquie!
Hi Connie, thanks so much for hosting UNDER A MULBERRY MOON, Western Romance Anthology. All nine authors appreciate your generosity. Today, we're featuring two companion novellas from our western romance anthology. We hope your readers/followers love both stories! A Family for Polly by Jacquie Rogers and A Family for Merry by Caroline Clemmons.
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Adventure! Mystery! Romance! Nine award-winning and bestselling authors present sweet western historical stories to ignite your imagination and feed your passion for reading. Let us sweep you away from your daily cares and entertain you with our sigh-worthy novellas set between 1865 and 1900. What a line-up we have for you! UNDER A MULBERRY MOON is a bargain! Preorder at only 99 cents before price goes up to $2.99 sometime after release!
A family for polly
Polly and Ford have arranged a secret marriage of convenience—she needs to be married to keep her adopted children, and he has to have a wife before his grandfather will deed the ranch to him. This excerpt is when she’s going to her very private wedding.
"Are you ready, Polly?" Elvira called through the door. "Bea’s here!"
Polly was dressed in her finest, but did that mean she was ready? She’d never be ready, but she had to soldier on for the children’s sake. "I’ll be out in a minute."
Polly gave her skirts one last tug, pinned on her bonnet, and checked the mirror to make sure she was presentable, then opened the door.
Bea looked quite pretty in her green Sunday dress."Well, Polly, you certainly got ready in a hurry and you look absolutely ravishing. Ford’s eyes will pop plumb out the sockets when he sees his beautiful bride."
"I don’t know about that, but we’d better get going lest we be late." Polly led the way down the three flights of stairs.
"I sent Steve and Ford to the florist shop," Bea said as they walked down the path that lead to the street. "There won’t be much of a selection but at least you’ll have a bridal bouquet."
"Thanks, flowers are nice—but not really necessary. We’ll be saying our vows in private, signing the papers, and that’s that. No one will know other than Mr. Ecclestone and Ford’s grandfather. Once my children are truly mine, and Ford’s grandfather signs the deed over, then we’ll get an annulment and we’ll both be free to marry whomever we please."
They turned onto Main Street. As they walked in front of the mercantile, Jane Dorchester greeted them.
"Shopping today?" she asked.
"No," Bea said. "Polly’s getting married."
Polly could’ve stuffed her reticule in Bea’s mouth.
Jane put down the tools she’d been arranging and smiled. "Married? Oh my, this is quite sudden." She gazed at Polly’s midriff.
Lavinia Zimmerman, wife of the bank teller, and her son came out of the mercantile, each holding a parcel. "Polly, did I hear right? You’re getting married?"
"How wonderful—congratulations!" Lavinia grabbed her newly adopted son’s hand. "I can hardly wait to tell Dennis. We’ll see you at the church."
"But…" There was no use for Polly to say anything else because Lavinia had already headed down the street toward the bank.
"Looks like you’ll be having a few guests," Bea said.
Polly groaned and picked up the pace. "We have to get to the church before they do. I don’t want Ford thinking I invited half the town to a wedding that unites us in name only."
"Four people isn’t half the town. But then you know how it is in Mockingbird Flats—any excuse for a party."
"We’re not having a party."
As they passed by the fire station, Fiona Bushnell, the fire chief’s wife followed behind them saying, "I was in the florist shop a while ago and heard that you’re getting married so I was on my way to the church. With such short notice, I didn’t have a chance to make you a nice gift, but I ordered some apple turnovers from the bakery to be delivered."
Polly stopped and Bea had to take a few steps back to stay with her. Her throat tightened but she managed to say, "Thank you, Fiona. That was a lovely thing to do."
"Oh, and I invited Jessica. I hope you don’t mind."
Polly certainly did mind but since Polly hadn’t invited Fiona either, she could hardly say that she objected to Fiona inviting her sister-in-law, the town doctor’s wife. "Of course not. That was very neighborly of you."
Jessica Bushnell hailed them with a wave. "I’m so happy for you, Polly!" She held up a basket. "Baby things. I’ve been saving them for our town’s next wedding. First baby can come anytime—the other ones take nine months." She giggled. "We won’t mention how many first babies in this town were premature."
about the author....
Jacquie Rogers, winner of four Will Rogers Gold Medallions, the Laramie Grand Prize, and several other awards, is a country girl at heart. She grew up in Owyhee County, Idaho, where the Old West still lives on. Come to her weekend of living history at Silver City, Idaho! It’s July 20-22, 2018. You can find more information at http://www.jacquierogers.com/silvercityevent.html.
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Under a mulberry moon
Titles of Books – Authors
Millwright's Daughter – Zina Abbott
Worth the Wait – Patricia PacJac Carroll
Ada and the Texas Cavalryman, Brides of Texas Code – Carra Copelin
A Family For Merry – Caroline Clemmons
Comes A Specter – Keta Diablo
The Widow Buys A Groom - P.A. Estelle
Matthew's Freedom – Cissie Patterson
A Family For Polly – Jacqueline Rogers
The Lady Lassoes An Outlaw – Charlene Raddon
a family for merry - caroline clemmons
Calvin, a young boy who saw his Pa killed, is having a discussion with an attorney while his mother, Merry, listens.
Calvin shook his head. “But, that’s not right. Guilty people should go to jail. If they killed someone like a man did my pa, they should hang.”
Merry’s breath caught in her throat.
“You know what an oath is, right?”
“Cussin’ like…,” he leaned forward, “Bad words I ain’t allowed to say no more cause Merry’ll wash my mouth out with soap for sure.”
Merry almost gave herself away by laughing.
Mr. Woolf shook his head. “That’s one kind but not in this case. An oath is like a promise you can never break. Ever. When I became a lawyer, I took an oath to defend each person I represent to the best of my ability. A man never goes back on his word.”
Calvin sat on the floor, a thoughtful look on his face. “So if you knew I murdered someone but I said I didn’t and you were my lawyer, you’d have to try to get me to go free?”
“That’s correct. I’d have to look for ways to prove you were innocent. That’s called the defense. Now the person representing the court would be looking for proof you were guilty. That’s called the prosecution.”
“When I grow up, I’m going to track down the man who killed my pa and I’m going to kill him. I’m asking you now to be my lawyer.”
Merry clutched her throat. Poor Calvin.
Mr. Woolf gestured for the boy to come closer. “Calvin, let me tell you why that’s not a good idea. You’re nine, right? So, maybe for the next nine or ten or eleven years you’ll be thinking about this man and in your insides those thoughts will be festering worse than a sore that won’t heal. You know who that will hurt? Not the man who killed your pa.” He pointed at Calvin. “You’ll be the one damaged by your hate.”
Calvin rested his hands on the desk. “You sayin’ I should let him get away with killin’ my pa?”
“That kind of person never just does one thing wrong. Eventually he’ll get caught and go on trial. You don’t have to do anything unless you know he’s on trial somewhere. Then, you could go and tell the prosecution that the man is guilty of killing your father, but you’d have to have proof. Do you?”
Calvin wiped his eyes on his sleeve. “I seen him. I was eight, but I seen it happen. He woulda killed me, too, but I run away and hid. I took care not to be anywhere he might notice me, but one day them Children’s Protection people picked me up and put me in the orphanage. Then I got put on that train.”
Merry had tears in her eyes as well. Finally she knew Calvin’s problem. She wanted to rush to him and cuddle him in her arms but she knew he would never allow that. She remained still and continued eavesdropping.
Mr. Woolf said, “That must have been frightening. You’re a brave boy to act so fast and get away.”
“Y-You think so? I been worried I shoulda stayed and helped my pa.”
“You couldn’t have helped him if you were killed too. Are you certain your father died?”
“Yeah, he’d yelled before the man stabbed him and a neighbor come running. I hid and watched but I knew he was dead from the way he fell and all the blood on him.”
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Please welcome Sorchia Dubois
I have Sorchia Dubois back on my blog today with Zoraida Grey and the Voodoo Queen. Please help me welcome Sorchia back, and check out her book!
It's launch day!
It’s launch day for Zoraida Grey and the Voodoo Queen—Book 2 in my Gothic/Fantasy trilogy about how a small town fortune teller wreaks havoc in a haunted Scottish castle—and beyond. Voodoo Queen takes Zoraida into the Yucatan jungle in search of a long-lost relative who is supposed to be the only person the witches of Castle Logan fear. (BTW: You can get Zoraida Grey and the Family Stones-Book 1 in the series for 99¢ until August 3 Here!)
Since Zoraida is a fortuneteller, she consults her tarot cards from time to time and knows quite a bit about astrology—among many other things. To celebrate the launch of Zoraida Grey and the Voodoo Queen, I’m pulling cards and talking about characters in the series.
Now, I do a little tarot reading—though I am far from an expert. Had I been born a couple hundred years ago, I guarantee I would have gotten on the wrong end of a bonfire—mainly because I would not have had the sense to shut up and I would not have had the skill to turn the mob into a knot of toads--but I digress.
The Hanged man and pisces the fish
The Hanged Man is a tarot card depicting a chap whose been hung upside down from a cross. He’s associated with the Zodiac sign of Pisces and the planet Neptune, a misty, ethereal world of visions. The Hanged Man is also associated with the Norse god, Odin who hung himself from the World Tree for nine days and was rewarded for his sacrifice by receiving the gift of writing—the Runes. The Hanged Man and Neptune identify with Pisces the Fish.
In the watery, dreamy world of Pisces, gifts and family are important. Usually gentle and dedicated, Pisceans are good friends and are open and creative. Money and material gain take a back seat to spiritual and humanitarian advancement with these creative and thoughtful people. Of course, every sign has its dark side and Pisces is no different.
Neptune is the god of inspiration or psychic receptivity and of spiritual dreams. But one person’s dreams can be another’s nightmare and the line is particularly thin for Pisces. Confusion and addiction and delusion exert a strong influence putting even the most intuitive Piscean in danger of being lured into the depths of delusion and deceit.
The Hanged Man is about willing sacrifice and the rewards that come from such a deed. Pisceans will work toward their goals and are willing to sacrifice time, money, effort to make their dreams come true. It’s when those efforts and sacrifices go unnoticed and unrewarded that the trouble starts. They can become lonely and detached and may turn to the dark side of the Piscean world.
If the list of evil and semi-evil Pisceans looks like an FBI catalogue of Most Wanted, the light side of the sign is a who’s who of wunderkind.
People like Rupert Murdoch, Harvey Weinstein, and Osama bin Laden share the sign of Pisces with John Wayne Gacy, James Earl Ray, Aileen Wuornos, Josef Mengele, and Bugsy Siegel. But innovative figures such as George Washington, Albert Einstein, Steve Jobs, Eric Clapton, Ansel Adams, Steven Tyler, and Michaelangelo, Robert Downey Jr., Bruce Willis, Elizabeth Taylor, and Jackie Chan claim Pisces, too.
In Zoraida Grey and the Voodoo Queen, we meet Jock, an extraordinary creature not even the witchy Logans can explain. Centuries ago, when the Logans came to Black Bridge, Scotland, Jock was already there. On one of his journeys, Jock came across a blue monolith which he brought home to Scotland. He was feeling pretty sorry for himself when he began carving runes on the huge stone. So far as Jock knew, he was the only one of his kind in the world. With no family and no real reason to be alive, he felt like the runes he carved on the stone would be the only things that would mark his existence. The magical carvings may come in handy when Zoraida gets back to Scotland, but that will have to wait for the release of the last book in the series, Zoraida Grey and the Pictish Runes, later this year. Jock’s true date of birth is lost in the long toil of history, but the image of The Hanged Man is his talisman. What sacrifices will he make to secure his legacy?
Pisces birthstones are the Amethyst for those born in February and the Aquamarine for those born in March. Be sure to enter my Witchmageddon Giveaway for a bunch of signed books and a hand-crafted birthstone pendant.
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zoraida grey and the voodoo queen
Magic may save Zoraida’s skin, but what about her heart?
Zoraida Grey needs help. With the witchy Logan clan holding her best friend hostage in a haunted Scottish castle, she can’t trust anyone—certainly not beguiling but dangerous Shea Logan. And Al, her overprotective boyfriend, doesn’t believe in magic.
Only one creature strikes fear in the blackened hearts of the Logan witches. Trouble is Jock disappeared five centuries ago leaving a trail of destruction across the Gulf of Mexico. Now he’s stepped into a steaming pile of Voodoo.
Can Zoraida drag wayward Jock back to Scotland? And what’s she supposed to do with two men who promise completely different futures?
A Scottish wizard, stripped naked and painted blue—a Voodoo priestess bent on immortality—a yacht-load of Caribbean pirates. What can possibly go wrong?
A cold, dead vapor crawls across the walls of the cenote, rustling the branches of the Ceiba trees and obscuring Al’s worried face. The stench of death floats upward. Something stirs in the black pit.
Shea moves closer to my side. “What in the name of Horus is that?”
“That’ll be the bloody vampires. God almighty! I’ll be glad to get back to Scotland where the worst ye have to deal with are the witches.” Jock puffs out an exasperated sigh.
“I thought you were joking about vampires.” My feet freeze to the ground.
“Camazotz is what the Mayans called ‘em. Means Death Bat, if ye want to know.” Jock expels another frustrated burst of air. “I’d love to drink tea and tell ye all about the finer points of battling these wee beasties, but we havenae the time. Mind their fangs and claws.”
About the author...
I always intended to be a writer but life, family, and bills got in the way—Oh, I took some bad advice, too. I taught English for many years but in 2014, I returned to my original plan and published Just Like Gravity, my first full-length novel. Since then, I’ve been working on a Gothic trilogy which will be finished and published in 2018. Now, I live in deepest, darkest Missouri where I plan to write until they haul me away. I like a wee nip of Scotch and will drop everything to attend any Scottish festival I can get to.
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Hello everyone! Please welcome Caroline Clemmons to my blog today. She is sharing an excerpt from her book, A Family For Merry. A Family For Merry is part of an anthology featuring 8 other authors along with Caroline called Under A Mulberry Moon. Let's find out about Caroline's story.
Former orphan train child now grown, Merry Murphy Bird is convinced she can build a successful life operating the boarding house she and her sister purchased. Rescuing three quirky orphans from a current orphan train was irresistible—if not quite legal. Merry is determined to give the children a better life than she and her sister endured in Nebraska. Boarder Lawyer Blake Woolf has come to town to take over the practice of his late uncle. Blake was the eldest of ten children and forced to care for them far too often. Now he wants nothing more to do with children.
A FAMILY FOR MERRY Excerpt:
Outside [the mercantile], they met Mr. Woolfe. “This looks like a fun outing.”
Abigail tugged at his hand. “Know what? We got new clothes and I got a dolly. It’s nicer than the one I had at the orph’nage. Tammie got a bear because they didn’t have a lamb. I got new shoes, two pair so I can save one for church. Do you go to church too?”
He smiled as if he’d understood her rambling. “Yes, I’ll be going to church. Where are you headed now?”
“We’re going to get a treat from someplace called the con… con…” she looked at Merry for help.
“Bea’s Confectionary a couple of doors down.”
Abigail tugged on his hand again. “Why don’t you come with us? Do you like treats?”
He looked poleaxed but recovered. “I think I will. I’m making the rounds to introduce myself to business owners and I haven’t met Bea yet.”
Merry couldn’t have been more surprised. “You need not feel obligated because Abigail invited you. We understand you’re a busy man.”
He sent her an inscrutable glance. “I always have time for a treat.”
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Through a crazy twist of fate, Caroline Clemmons was not born on a Texas ranch. To make up for this tragic error, she writes about handsome cowboys, feisty ranch women, and scheming villains in a small office her family calls her pink cave. She and her Hero live in North Central Texas cowboy country where they ride herd on their rescued cats and dogs. http://www.carolineclemmons.com.
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Today I have my friend and author, Diane Burton visiting with her new release, Numbers Never Lie. Let's find out some information on this story!
Numbers have never been my strong suit. Words are so much easier. I see relationships between words. I write novels. But ask me to figure out number problems (or Sudoku), and I flounder. In a couple of my short-term jobs, I had to work with numbers—usually in a spreadsheet. Until I took two training workshops in Excel, it was not my friend. Like Blanche DuBois (A Streetcar Named Desire) and many writers today, “I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers.” Only I’d tweak the quote by adding “and friends.”
In my last job, when I had questions about Excel, the others told me to call Dan in Accounting. Even though I didn’t know Dan at first, he was great and showed me many little tricks to use in Excel. Since he knew I wrote novels, he asked what I was working on. I told him a suspense and one of the main characters is an accountant. Dan beamed until I said I killed him off in Chapter 1. Dan was crushed until I hastened to assure him that the accountant influenced the whole story. Figuring out the who and why of his death is the main character’s goal.
I agree with you, Diane. Numbers were never my strong suit either. Let's find out about Numbers Never Lie.
A shocking secret brings danger to Jack Sinclair and his sister Maggie.
As kids, they were the fearless threesome. As adults, Jack's an accountant; Drew, a lawyer; Maggie, a teacher and camping troop leader. Upon returning from a weekend camping trip, Maggie receives horrifying news. She refuses to believe her brother Jack’s fatal car crash was an accident. If the police won’t investigate, she’ll do it herself. Convincing Drew Campbell to help is her only recourse.
Drew Campbell was too busy to return his best friend’s phone call. Too busy to attend a camping meeting important to his teen daughter. Too busy to stay in touch with Jack. Logic and reason indicate Jack’s accident was just that--an accident caused by fatigue and fog. Prodded by guilt, he’ll help Maggie even if he thinks she’s wrong.
A break-in at Jack’s condo convinces Maggie she’s right. Then her home is searched. What did Jack do that puts Maggie in danger?
Slinging the laptop case/briefcase over his shoulder, Jack checked the room assigned to him for the audit to make sure he hadn’t left anything out. He shut off the lights and locked the door behind him. He still had much to do. Sure, Ben said he would finish the audit. That wasn’t the way Jack worked. When he started something, he always finished.
“Working kinda late, arncha, Mr. Sinclair?”
Startled, Jack looked over his shoulder.
The janitor leaned on his mop. “It’s after midnight.”
“No rest for the weary, Max.” Jack pocketed his keys.
“You be careful going home, Mr. Sinclair. Fog was rollin’ in off the lake when me and the missus drove in to work.”
“Thanks for the heads-up.” Jack saluted the affable worker and headed down the hall. The doors to the other offices were closed. Only the cleaning crew remained.
Hazel, Max’s wife, stopped dusting the receptionist’s desk. “’Night, Mr. Sinclair. You best be careful. Noticed you parked all the way down at the end of the parking lot. The light there is out. Saw that when we came in. The company that takes care of our lights won’t come out ‘til Monday. You want Max to get a flashlight and walk out with you so’s you can find your car? What with the fog and all?”
Jack forced himself to smile. In the five days he’d been auditing the books at the plant near Muskegon, he often worked so late that he ran into the older couple. “I’ll be fine.”
“’Night, then. You be careful, now. Ya hear?”
Even before he pushed open the heavy glass door, he saw that Max and Hazel were right. The solitary light at this end of the parking lot barely penetrated the fog. Maybe he should have taken Hazel up on the offer of a flashlight. He wasn’t worried about finding the Blazer in this pea soup. It would be a wonder he didn’t trip on the curbs.
The flashlight on his cell phone. Duh. He should’ve thought of that. Jack clicked it on, but it only shone a foot or so in front of him.
He heard a soft skitter near the dumpster. Rats? He shuddered and clicked his remote. From fifteen feet away, his head- and taillights barely penetrated the mist.
It would be a slow drive back to Grand Rapids. He should get a motel room for the night. Finding a vacancy anywhere along the Lake Michigan shoreline would be next to impossible in the summer and even more so late on a Friday night.
Weary beyond belief, he dragged himself to his car. He needed to return tomorrow—make that later today. He had to do more digging in the company’s files. He couldn’t believe what he’d discovered so far. This went way beyond anything he imagined. The implications--
Startled by the familiar voice, he dropped the keys. His phone slipped out of his fingers and skidded away. The fog gobbled up the light, and he lost sight of it. He peered in the direction of the sound. The figure stepped away from the dumpster’s hulking shape.
“We need to talk.”
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A Bluebird, Texas Romance
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When Ritter arrived at the gym, he spotted Cole jumping rope. He stopped and glanced at the wall clock. “You’re late. Roommate didn’t have you tied up, did she?”
“Very funny. We got a dog. Stayed up playing with him. I hit the snooze one time too many.”
Cole ran a towel over his face, then his lips curled. “That’s not good.”
“What? Getting a puppy?”
“Naw. The we in that sentence sounds like a contract extension.”
Ritter stretched. “I won’t lie. I’ve gone home to an empty house so long, thought having someone there would drive me nuts, but it hasn’t—for the most part.”
Cole stepped on the nearest treadmill, turned it on, and ran a steady pace. “I gotta hand it to you. You’ve managed to sleep with her and keep your hands to yourself. Or have you?”
Ritter climbed onto the machine next to Cole’s and matched his stride. No need to confess he hadn’t exactly resisted, but he’d not passed second base—by much. Had it not been for the phone call, he would have hit a home run. He’d had the wood for it. “No.”
“Come on. No way you haven’t hit that. Especially after what you told me about her coming on to you.”
“That’s why I can’t let her stay. My resistance is wearing thin.”
Ritter and Cole’s phones sounded a text at the same time. Ritter read his, then shot Cole a look. “Turns out, we’re off this afternoon.”
Cole dropped his cell back into the cupholder. “I’ve never been to New Jersey. You?”
“Nope but looks like the storm is calling us there.”
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Wolf Around The Corner
By Aidee Ladnier
About Wolf Around the Corner:Frank’s family taught him that his wolf was dangerous, unwanted. Now his best friend’s brother wants him in bed and on stage. But giving into his wolf’s need for love could risk the quiet life Frank has created for himself—and his heart.
Settled in the small town of Waycroft Falls, Frank is content to be a lone wolf among the white picket fences and dollar book bins until he finds himself sniffing his best friend’s brother. Tom smells like hot apple pie and his Broadway smile has Frank lolling his tongue. But when the visiting actor learns Frank’s secret and plies him with hot kisses to get him to star in his play, Frank can’t help but wonder if Tom is only acting. Tom ran away from family obligations to be a Broadway star. If he could make it there, he could make it anywhere…but he didn’t. Trudging home to Waycroft Falls to open his sister’s new performance space brings him face to face with a werewolf—a werewolf that would be perfect for Tom’s shoestring production of Beauty and the Beast. Staying in Tiny Town USA would be worth it if he can somehow convince the sexy wolf to expose his furry condition on stage and howl privately in Tom’s bed. Wolf Around The Corner, a paranormal semi-finalist in Passionate Ink’s 2017 Sexy Scribbles Contest, is a full-length fairytale romance with a side of wolf shifter. If you like your romance with gorgeous men, humor, and small town magic, you’ll love Wolf Around the Corner! Buy your copy now and settle in to watch the drama unfold!
The first thing he always did was take a large lungful of air. It reoriented him to the outside. His animal cataloged the smells—car exhaust, grass, tree pollen, and wait, a mouse skittering in the Dumpster out back. Frank’s urge to run built. He circled the apartments, looking for the storm drain near the landscaping wall. Inside him, his animal wiggled in excitement at the prospect of being freed. Frank shucked his clothes behind the wall and tucked them into the shelter of the pipe, out of view. Then he shifted, his hands lengthening, hair sprouting, and muzzle growing. His point of view shortened, now three feet from the ground as he blinked through the eyes of his wolflike animal. Frank couldn’t stand still any longer. He sprang into the woods. Frank ran, crashing through the underbrush and into the darkening shelter of the trees. He leaped over a shrub, felt the give of a sapling as he plowed through the brushwood. The animals and birds quieted at his loud, headlong dash, knowing he wasn’t of the forest, only disguised and playing at being a creature of the wood.
His paws skidded on a pile of old leaves. Frank almost lost his balance as he skipped up and over a fallen log. Around him, the scents of the forest all pushed in on him. Here a whiff of mold, there an astringent sniff of decay, everywhere the menthol of evergreen sap and wild herbs growing scattered on the forest floor.
Dry twigs snapped beneath his paws. His tongue lolled from his mouth, the fresh taste of the woods painting the back of his throat. The sun dipped below the horizon, the sky inking the tops of the trees. And Frank ran on until his limbs stopped, shaky and trembling. He collapsed onto a blanket of pine needles and leaves, moss and fungi cradling him as he panted.
As he caught his breath, the sounds of the woods lapped back around him. Insects and birds first. A harsh caw from a crow shrieked a hundred yards to his right. The chirp of a cricket sawed a few feet away. The rat-a-tat of a woodpecker echoed above. And the still of twilight calmed him.
When he’d rested enough that his legs would support him again, Frank began the slow jog back to the apartments, letting his nose guide him through the darkening visibility of the woods. He could smell Mrs. Reynolds’s nighttime cocoa, and Mr. Reynolds’s liniment that stank of capsaicin. The lighted windows of the apartment building led him the last few feet, and he scurried up to the storm drain.
But his clothes weren’t there. The sky darkened into night. Frank knew Mrs. Anderson was out, but he could try to get the elderly Reynolds couple to buzz him inside. And hope they didn’t ask why he was naked trotting up the stairs. Or he could stay in wolf form without a tag, which meant a night outside running from animal control and/or dodging every human that would mistake him for a stray dog.
Or wait, a third option. There was an oak that almost reached the ledge of his apartment window on the second floor. He never bothered to lock the window. Frank shifted back to human and sprinted across the yard. He leaped for the lower boughs of the tree, grunting as the bark dug into the flesh of his palms. Frank swung himself up to straddle a branch, regretting it as the rough wood scraped his thighs. He crouched in the tree, awkwardly trying to shield his more delicate parts from the smaller whiplike twigs. He skirted around the trunk, grimacing as a low branch brushed a little too close to his groin. There. He was now on the side that faced the apartment house.
Frank balanced upright, his arms pinwheeling until he caught another branch higher up to steady himself. The leaves around him shivered on their stalks, the rustling loud. Please don’t let Mrs. Reynolds look out her window. Using the taller branch as a guide, Frank placed one bare foot in front of the other and inched away from the security of the trunk. The limb beneath his feet shook as his weight tested its strength. He slid a foot farther out on the branch. It dipped, the leaves at the tip brushing against the side of his window. Just a few feet more.
An ominous crack sounded beneath him, and Frank froze. The branch popped again. It wouldn’t hold. He could make a jump for it. Frank swallowed hard. He should make a jump for it. Frank jumped. And missed the house, falling into the azalea bushes. Just as his hunky new neighbor from across the hall walked out of the apartment building and down the front steps.
Frank had seen Tom in the hall that morning, carrying boxes. Trying to be neighborly, Frank had introduced himself and offered to help. Tom had turned Frank down but flashed the whitest, most even teeth at him. Frank had seen nothing whiter outside of a movie theater big screen. They’d exchanged pleasantries, commented on the weather, and then gone their separate ways. Or rather, that was what Frank wished had happened. What went down was: “Need help?” Frank barely got the words out when his new neighbor turned in the doorway. Frank froze. God, the man was gorgeous. “Naw, man. I got it.” Tom shifted the box in his arms to hold out his hand. “I’m Tom Davidson.”
Frank wiped a clammy hand on his jeans and shook Tom’s hand. “Hot.” And Frank knew his mouth had disclosed the exact thing his brain was thinking. Idiot. Who said that to a guy he’d just met? A guy like Tom already knew he was hot. Tom tilted his head as if he hadn’t heard Frank right. “Yeah. The temperatures are a little warm for this time of year.” Frank didn’t dare correct him and kept his mouth shut, afraid he’d say something worse. “Okay, well then, see you around, Frank.” Tom chuckled and continued into his apartment. Meanwhile Frank beat it down the stairs, unsure how he managed not to walk into traffic as his mind ran over the exchange fail again and again.
So yeah. That was the less than stellar first impression he’d given Tom this morning. And now Frank followed that up by hunkering down naked in the azalea bushes. “Are you okay?” The gleam from the safety light caught Tom’s dark gold hair as he tilted his head to peer over the shrubs. The shadows sank into his chiseled cheekbones. He looked like a brooding movie star ready to sweep a celluloid damsel off her feet. Too bad Frank was a naked man trying to keep from exposing himself. Frank crouched down farther, making himself as small as possible, hoping the azalea’s pink blooms would distract Tom from looking at his hairy backside. “I’m fine.” “Are you sure?” Tom leaned closer. “Are you… Do you have any clothes on?” Frank racked his brain for some reason he’d be naked and hiding in the bushes. “Um, I, uh, just got out of the shower, and I leaned too far out my window.” “Oh my God. Did you fall from that height?” Tom glanced up to the second floor, to Frank’s closed window and then back down. “Do you need an ambulance?” Frank sighed. This conversation was only getting worse. Cupping his hands over his privates, Frank rose from behind the bushes. “I’m okay. Just need to get back inside. I have a hidden key if you can get me past the front security door.” Tom’s eyes widened when Frank stood. Frank winced, sure he looked like one long scrape covered in leaves. He blew at the hair in his eyes. A twig dangled, caught in an auburn strand, but Frank was unwilling to expose himself to yank it out. “Sure. Sure.” Tom fumbled for his key and opened the door. Frank half hopped over the acorns and chestnut burrs to slide past Tom. Tom wrinkled his nose as Frank passed. Good old wet dog smell. It always clung to him after a run in the woods. Frank took the stairs two at a time to escape. After a shower and shave—why did going furry always lead to needing a shave? The rest of his hair receded. Why didn’t his beard?—Frank spent thirty minutes in front of his bathroom mirror, trying to psych himself up to knock on Tom’s door and invite him over the next day for coffee or to watch football. He scratched behind an ear, feeling the healing scab from a graze he’d gotten when he’d fallen into the azalea bushes. Staring at his reflection, he tried to look earnest and approachable. He could do this. He had game. “Hey, I know you don’t know many people in town, and I’m a loser, but would you like to spend time with me?” Frank made a face at himself. Probably shouldn’t label yourself as a loser. “Yo, you want to watch football? No, how about basketball? Baseball? No? What about Mexican wrestlers?” Oh God, what if Tom doesn’t like sports? “I ordered two large pizzas by mistake tonight, and I could use some help, or I’ll be gorging on pepperoni for a week.” Lame. Frank’s own gaunt features stared back at him from the mirror. Who was he kidding? He’d always be the guy who lost the genetic lottery and ended up with the family curse.
Galen’s syndrome was rare, only affecting about one in 2,000, but well-known enough that most people had at least heard of it. The Greek surgeon Galen had coined the word lycanthropy to explain the shape-shifting curse that traveled down through a family tree. Like most recessive gene disorders, it only manifested when two genes were passed down to a child, leading early scholars to think the afflicted had been re-cursed or spared for a generation due to divine providence. It was only with modern medicine that curses were found to be attached to DNA, breaking and molding chromosomes like magical radiation. But despite better understanding of the disorder, the stigma remained, not helped by the occasional local television feature linking the disorder to werewolf mythology. All Frank knew was the recessive curse gene made him even more different from his family. He’d already been pushing it when he came out as gay. Turning into a wolf at sixteen had been…well, more than his father and stepmother could handle. She wanted to protect the kids, she told him. He loved his half siblings, didn’t he? It wasn’t safe to have a wild animal around children. It had gutted him. They turned him out of his own home. He’d been angry. He’d done something stupid, lashing out, snapping at his sister Robbie. It still hurt, remembering the tears on his baby sister’s face, her eyes wide and scared. Of him. It was then he knew his stepmother had been right. Dangerous animals didn’t belong in a family. So he’d left, traveling all the way across the state until he landed in Waycroft Falls. It had been hard that first year. There were a lot of adult things he still hadn’t figured out. Like how to ask out a guy who he hadn’t known his whole life. Moving from one small town to another had been a bad idea. Frank bonked his head against the mirror, gazing down into the white porcelain sink. He rubbed at a stray hair that clung to the side. But on the plus side, small towns meant he rarely needed a car. And he could shift and run if he needed. He should take his clothes with him
~*~*~*~*~*~ About the Author: Aidee Ladnier, an award-winning author of speculative fiction, believes that adventure is around every corner. In pursuit of new experiences she's worked as a magician’s assistant, been a beauty pageant contestant, ridden in hot air balloons, produced independent movies, hiked up a volcano, and is a proud citizen scientist. A lover of genre fiction, Aidee's perfect romance has a little science fiction, fantasy, mystery, or the paranormal thrown in to add a zing.
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Vengeance Is Mine
a contemporary romantic trilogy
by Kat Henry Doran
Happy Thursday, all. Please welcome back to my blog, Kristin Wallace, with Book 2 of the Heiress Games, Not Quite An Heiress. She's sharing a little interesting and fun tale about Matilda the pig, the character in her series. Let's see what she says.
Sometimes, you have to resort to unusual marketing methods when trying to promote a book or series. This time it take the form a Matilda the pig. Matilda is a “character” in my series, The Heiress Games. She inherits a fortune from her owner, Victoria Armington, so I call her my heiress pig. In the series, 3 descendants of the Armington family must compete for custody of Matilda (and control of the money). A friend of mine knew about the series and Matilda so she bought me this little plastic pig at a $1 Store. I decided to make good use of her so Matilda now goes on “field trips” where I take her picture. She’s been the zoo, a fancy hotel, a women’s luncheon. the Youth Fair. This week she’s going to Orlando on vacation and this summer she’s going to Alaska. It’s been fun coming up with venues she can visit and I hope to continue with them. Here are a few of her adventures. One of those pics is Matilda celebrating the release of Book 2 in The Heiress Games, which is Tuesday!
What a cute little piggie. Let's find out what the book is about and Matilda!
Not Quite An Heiress (Book 2, The Heiress Games)
The craziest will ever concocted will bring them all together…
Eccentric heiress, Victoria Armington, has died and left her vast fortune to her pet pig, Matilda. Now three Armington descendants have been chosen to compete for custody of the pig…and control of the money. Then there’s the lawyer in charge of overseeing the competition, and his two best friends, who arrive to make sure nothing goes wrong.
Welcome to The Heiress Games…
Heiress #2: Abby Douglas – Not Quite An Heiress
Abby Douglas isn’t quite an Armington. She’s not quite part of The Heiress Games. Her half-sister is, though, and Abby will do anything to ensure she wins the fortune. Because there’s a secret Douglas sister out there...and they need to save her life. The last thing Abby expects is temptation in the form of an arrogant, yet irresistible, ex-football player, Killian O’Connor.
Killian O’Connor needs to reconnect with his troubled teenage son before it’s too late. He’s lost his football career after an injury, and he won’t lose his son. So, he agrees to help his best friend oversee The Heiress Games. The last thing he expected was to fall for a buttoned-up, English professor. Abby and Killian couldn’t have less in common, but they just might discover that the biggest fortune they could find is love.
In the midst of it all, there’s also a saboteur at work. Someone who might stop at nothing to make sure no one wins.
ALERT! The Heiress Games is like no other series. You’ll actually see the same events unfold in Books 1 (Least Likely Heiress) and 3 (The Forgotten Heiress), but from the other characters’ points of view. Each romance will come to a satisfying conclusion, but you’ll have to wait for the ultimate winner to be announced at the end of Book 3. The author apologizes in advance for writing such a cliffhanger, but hopes you’ll love the journey to the grand finale.
What an interesting way to do a series, Kristin. Thank you for sharing and visiting today. Let's see what I dug up about Kristin Wallace, the author!
Growing up Kristin devoured books like bags of Dove Dark Chocolate. Her first Golden Bookled to Laura Ingalls Wilder, Nancy Drew, Encyclopedia Brown, C.S. Lewis and the Sweet Valley High series. Later, she discovered romance novels and fell in love all over again. It’s no surprise then that Kristin would one day try her hand at writing them. She writes inspirational romance and women’s fiction filled with love, laughter and a leap of faith. When she’s not writing her next novel, Kristin works as an advertising copywriter for clients that have included the Miami Marlins, Discovery Networks, The Peabody Hotel, Radisson Seven Seas Cruises and Sea World. She also enjoys singing in her church choir and worship team and playing flute in a community orchestra.
Thank you so much, Kristin, for stopping by and sharing the second book of The Heiress Games. I hope you have great success with the book. I know I'm interested in reading it!
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