Deadly Strain by @julieroweauthor #bookreview #RomanticSuspense #MilitaryRomance



Title: Deadly Strain

Author: Julie Rowe

Genre: Romantic Suspense, Military Romance

Book Blurb:

Book one of Biological Response Team

Major Grace Samuels, a trauma surgeon deployed to Afghanistan, spends her life helping her fellow soldiers overcome disease and combat injuries. But her own wounds are harder to heal. Wracked with guilt over the death of a fellow soldier, she finds comfort in her only friend and appointed bodyguard, weapons sergeant Jacob “Sharp” Foster.

Sharp feels more for Grace than a soldier should, more than he wants to admit. When the team discovers a new, quick-to-kill strain of anthrax, he tries to focus on the mission to find its source. He knows he can help Grace defeat her demons, but first they must defeat the deadly outbreak.

Sharp is Grace’s most loyal ally, but in close quarters, he starts to feel like more. She can’t watch someone else she cares about die—but she might not have a choice. The closer they get to finding the source of the strain, the closer it gets to finding them.

My Review:

Dr. Grace Samuels is a hero in the eyes of this civilian. She’s a trauma surgeon in Afghanistan and her job is to treat combat soldiers. She’s brave, tough and wracked with guilt over the death of a fellow soldier. She buries her feelings and soldiers on (so to speak).

When there’s a threat of a deadly strain of anthrax, Grace and Sharp must work together to discover the source of the strain before it’s too late. Someone is using anthrax as a weapon and a whole town is dead. Time is against them and the more they work together, the closer Grace and Sharp become. Grace pushes him away, fearing his death more than her own safety. Filled with twists and turns I didn’t expect, this book reads like a blockbuster movie.

I’m a huge fan of romantic suspense and this book didn’t disappoint. I loved the premise and the medical/military background information is peppered throughout the story. While I know this is fiction, it reads like reality, as if it came straight from the headlines.

That being said, I loved the slow-building of romance between Grace and Sharp. Grace is a hard person to get close to and yet the author shows the soft side of her. Sharp, on the other hand, is what many call an Alpha male. He’s strong, sexy and shows Grace it’s not life-threatening to love him.

I can’t wait for book two this month so I can read the next installment!

Favorite Character: I loved Grace for many reasons but one of them is her humanity. She’s been through the wars and seen it all. She knows she shouldn’t “feel” for Sharp yet she can’t help herself. My aunt is a nurse and I remember her telling me the hardest part in medicine is not dying every time a patient dies. For Grace, it’s the soldiers she’s surrounded by.

 Favorite Quote:

How were they going to stay out of jail long enough to prove they weren’t the crazy ones?

Marshall had lost his mind. Ordering his men to fire on them—how was murder an acceptable response to soldiers following orders, even if they were someone else’s?

My Rating: 5 stars

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Author Biography:

Julie Rowe’s first career as a medical lab technologist in Canada took her to the Northwest Territories and northern Alberta, where she still resides. She loves to include medical details in her romance novels, but admits she’ll never be able to write about all her medical experiences because “No one would believe them!” In addition to writing contemporary and historical medical romance, and fun romantic suspense for Entangled Publishing and Carina Press, Julie has short stories in Fool’s Gold, the Mammoth Book of ER Romance, Timeless Keepsakes and Timeless Escapes anthologies. Her book Saving the Rifleman (book #1 of War Girls) won the novella category of the 2013 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence. Aiding the Enemy (book #3 of War Girls) won the novella category of the 2014 Colorado Romance Writer’s Award of Excellence. Her writing has also appeared in several magazines such as RT Book Reviews, Today’s Parent and Canadian Living. You can reach her at, on Twitter, @julieroweauthor, or at her Facebook page,


The Smallest Act of Kindness… #inspiration #kindness #MondayBlogs

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What’s worth more: the smallest act of kindness or the grandest intention?

I believe it’s the smallest act of kindness.

The past week I’ve been really sick and on Friday, I took a sick day. I stayed in bed and got the rest I desperately needed. MR N was also sick and even though he felt worse than me, he made sure I was doing okay. He did the dishes, took out the trash and even cleaned the washroom.

Was there some secret motive on his behalf? I don’t think so. He did these small acts of kindness because he loves me and wanted to help me out.

Every day, we have the capability of doing numerous small acts of kindness. In the eyes of the Universe, these tiny acts of kindness are worth more than all the money in the world. Doing something kind for no reason other than to help another person comes from the heart and it’s something to treasure.

The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the grandest intention.

** Thank you to all those who wished me well and sent me emails. I appreciate it and it made me smile. **


Celebrating the Last Book of the Executive Wives’ Club Series by @AuthorTinaGayle #freebook #romance

Today, I’m hosting Tina Gayle. She is very excited about the last book in her Executive Wives’ Club series. To get readers interested in the series, she is offer the first book “Marketing Exec’s Widow” #free from Oct. 3 – 7. CEO’s Widow comes out Oct. 8, but can be picked up now on pre-order.


Executives’ Wives’ Club series

Genre: Contemporary Romance with strong women fiction elements

Four women…
One fatal car wreck…
Everyone’s lives changed…

Marketing Exec’s Widow

Jennifer Larson, having lost her husband, friends and the perfect life she’d had plan, now faces the biggest challenge of her life, moving into an unplanned future. While the rest of the Executive Wife Club is still wallowing in the past, Jen is tempted into the future by a sexy chiropractor, Hagan Chaney.

But does he really love her or is he only after her money?

CEO’s Widow

Tagline: Facing the possibility of having breast cancer, Marianne must decide if she wants to give love another chance and build a future with whatever time she may have left.


After surviving the grief from her husband’s death, Marianne Clark has built a new life with the help of the other Executive Wives. She plans to enjoy grandchildren and friends until her doctor tells her he found a lump in her breast. Her world turned upside down. She re-evaluates her priorities and decides she grab hold of life with both hands.

Knox Turner lost is first wife to cancer. He’s determined not to let Marianne face this challenge alone.

Can this couple face the trails ahead and build a future together?




“Marianne, what are you doing here?” Sylvia Wilshire stood in the middle of the hallway. Tall and slender, she offered a radiant smile and brushed a wayward hand through her dark auburn hair. As beautiful as ever, Marianne couldn’t help but marvel at how her friend had changed in the last two years. She’d lost over a hundred pounds and had married Vince Wilshire. He also happened to be like both of their deceased husbands, an executive for Knox.

Sylvia strolled forward with the grace of a model, her green-eyed gaze full of curiosity. “I just drop by to talk to Vince for a minute.”

The man in question walked through the doorway of another office. He winked at Marianne and slid an arm around Sylvia’s shoulder. “It looks like these two beauties are keeping us from our conference call.”

“Damn,” Knox groaned and checked his watch. “We better get in there before Foster has a cow because we’re late.”

Marianne stepped aside to give him room to walk around her.

He paused next to her and glared. “I’ll call you later, and we’ll work out a time for us to get together.”

Tempted to disagree with his plan, she proposed instead, “As long as it doesn’t interfere with my other social plans.”

He groaned and dropped a kiss on her cheek. “Someday I’m going to be the first and last thing you see every day. Then your activity calendar won’t matter.”

She lifted her hand ready to point out he shouldn’t say things like that to her in front of their friends. “Knox—”

Vince tugged on Knox’s arm and interrupted, “Come on, buddy before you get yourself in more trouble than you can get out of.”

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Author Biography:

Tina Gayle grew up a dreamer and loved to escape into the world of books.

After years of working in the business world doing a variety of jobs, she decided to try her hand at writing and hope to incorporate the joy of being a mother into her books.
Currently working on a series about four executive wives, she is excited about combining elements of women fiction with the passion of romance. The first three books have been released and the last one is coming out in 2015.

Married twenty-five years, she and her husband love to travel and play golf.  She can’t wait for Mike to retire so they can do more of both.

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I’m Taking a Sick Day… I’ll Be Back on Monday #cold #illness #sick

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Happy Friday everyone!

Both MR N and I have been battling a brutal cold all week and last night our bodies held up the white flag. So, we’re taking a sick day and resting today.

I’ll be back to my old self Monday.

** If you’re a client and have sent me an email, I will reply on Monday. **


The Sheriff Meets His Match by @JacqBiggar #bookreview #romance #MFRWAuthor #MGTab




Title: The Sheriff Meets His Match

Author: Jacquie Biggar

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Holiday Romance, Romantic Suspense

Book Blurb:

Jack Garrett has been stung by love in the past so he’s not in a hurry to get burnt again, but he can’t deny his attraction to the new receptionist, Laurel Thomas.

When trouble comes to Tidal Falls, Jack worries that Laurel is in over her head.

Laurel loves her dysfunctional family but dreams of a place to call home. Just as she settles into a new life, her old one catches up to her and delivers chaos to the town.

Can these two strong personalities find a way to trust in each other and find their happy ever after?

My Review:

Jack Garrett is the sheriff in Tidal Falls and he’s seen his fair share of heartbreak. After his wife left him and his daughter, he vowed never to let it happen again. But one look at his new receptionist in her killer red heels, he knew he was in trouble.

Laurel has a serious case of wanting to escape her dysfunctional family, so much so that she up and moved from Florida to Tidal Falls to flee. But like a persistent itch, her uncle finds her and disrupts her happy life. He’s got his eye on an easy mark and Laurel is helpless to stop him.

Her uncle she can handle but the heat cranks up when the sheriff kisses her at the station. She tries to rationalize her feelings as lust but the more she’s around him, the deeper she falls in love. Can she come clean with Jack before he discovers what her family is up to or will he see her for the criminal her uncle is?

I love holiday romances and if you add a few drops of sizzling romantic suspense, I’m all yours. This novella by Jacquie Biggar has it all and more. True, it’s part of the Wounded Hearts series but can be read as a stand-alone as well. But I must warn you, once you’ve had a taste of Tidal Falls and their residents, you’ll want to gobble up the other books in the series.

Favorite Character: Laurel. I loved her sarcasm, her wit but most of all, her heart. She’s got a heart of gold and even though she’s indebted to her uncle for taking care of her when her parents died, she wants to get away from the scams her family pulls on innocent people. She’s got some deep-seated pain from her childhood but she’s a positive person. Plus, her favorite color is pink. ;)

Favorite Quote: You can’t live with them, and you can’t shoot ’em. It’s a felony. ~Laurel speaking about men

My Rating: 5+ stars

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Jacquie Biggar

Author Biography:

Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her family. She loves reading, writing, flower gardening, and spoils her German Shepherd, Annie, and Calico cat, Harley. Jacquie swears she can’t function without coffee.

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Are You a Dreamer? I am! #inspiration #dreams #meditation

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Are you a dreamer?

I am and I’m proud of it.

Being a dreamer means you have hopes and you’re using your imagination to makes your dreams come true. 

For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamt of being a published author and making a living writing and talking about books. I worked my butt off and now I’m living my dream. :)

What are your dreams?

No matter how small, write down your dreams. Be very specific. Author Michael Samuels calls it his “I Want” list. When you write down your dreams and what you want to accomplish in your life, they become active.

Every morning, meditate over your dream list. I know it sounds silly but trust me, it works.The more you meditate over your dreams, the more your subconscious will work to make them come true.

Dreaming is only the first step but what a marvelous activity! Like John Lennon says:

You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us, and the world will live as one.

Keep dreaming!


What Lainey Sees by Laura Tobias #bookreview @Laura_Tobias #romanticsuspense


Title: What Lainey Sees

Author: Laura Tobias

Genre: Time Travel, Historical Romance, Romantic Suspense

Book Blurb:

Centuries ago, the passion they shared as Native American lovers ended in tragedy. Together again and unaware of the past, can they claim the love that’s rightfully theirs?

Seattle newspaper reporter Lainey Hughes is desperate to find her mother who has disappeared into a doomsday cult sequestered somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. She teams up with Gage Stuart, a jaded cop whose young son is also being held there. As they race up the coast in a kayak searching for their loved ones, Lainey’s visions show her the past . . . the present . . . and the future.

Lives are on the line. Love is within reach. And trust is hard to come by.

WHAT LAINEY SEES may help two wounded souls embrace their future . . . but only if they’ll learn from past mistakes.

My Review:

I’m a sucker for a romantic suspense and this book has it in spades. Not only that, it is a time travel romance (my favorite genre right now), too.

Lainey Hughes is a reporter and with one phone call, her life changes forever. A stranger says he has vital information for her and before she can get more information, she hears gunshots and then the line goes dead.

Both Gage and Lainey are trying to discover the truth about their relatives and work together to discover the truth. Along the way, Lainey and Gage are soul mates from over 200 years ago. Can they trust each other to unravel the truth or will they continue to make the same mistakes over and over?

I loved this book! The author does a magnificent job telling the story of Gage and Lainey through the years. The characters were realistic and touching. The suspense gripped me and I had to keep reading to see what happened next. The historical aspects were what made me fall in love with this book. I loved reading about the past and how Lainey came to grips with it all.

If you love Native American lore and historical romance, I highly recommend this book to you!

My Rating: 5 stars

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Laura Tobias

Author Biography:

By the time she hit Grade Four, Laura Tobias knew she was going to be a writer. So did the teachers. It was the persistent daydreaming and invisible friends that tipped them off. The question was: how could she daydream for the rest of her life and get paid for it? The answer: Trade the crayons for a computer and write those stories down. Oh, and grow up first. She’s managed the first two. She’s still working on the growing up part.

Laura Tobias lives with her family, including two Shetland sheepdogs, in the Pacific Northwest. She’s an award winning author of 19 books for teens and children written as Laura Langston. Visit her website at Find her on Twitter @Laura_Tobias.


Paranormal Romance Thursday Tour Kick-off #PNR #PNRThursday #MFRWAuthor

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Welcome to the kick-off of the Paranormal Romance Thursday Tour! If you love paranormal romance (or know someone who does), you’re in for a treat. Every Thursday, I will be spotlighting a paranormal romance book by one of my fellow authors. Some I have read, some are on my wish-list but all are highly recommended by me. :)

Book Trailer (created by the leader of this tour, Carmen Stefanescu):

I love paranormal romance because it blends other-worldy with romance. I fall head over heels right along with the main character and wonder if my husband is a closet werewolf/vampire. ;)

Since it’s week one, we’re all introducing our own books. Many of you know the background story of why I wrote Princess of the Light but for those who are new to the blog (waves hello), here it’s the condensed version:

Three years ago, I was out for my morning walk and I saw a homeless man sitting in front of a gas station.  I looked at him, head uplifted to the sun, and wondered what his story was.  I hadn’t seen him before and knew instantly he was different from other homeless people.  He didn’t ask for money or hold up a sign.  He walked the length of our town and avoided contact.

A voice entered my head, “What if you could help him?  Would you?  What if you were chosen to help him and others like him?”

I stopped walking and searched my heart.  After a moment, I replied aloud, “Yes, I would.”

The voice echoed in my heart, “This is what you were called to do.”

I went home that day and started writing Princess of the Light.  Every day I would see the Walking Man and as Mary would help her Walking Man, I would help mine.  I started small by smiling at him and saying “good morning”.  The simple acknowledgement didn’t seem like a big deal to me but every time I did it, his face lit up and he nodded back to me.

I soon got my husband involved and we started leaving food, clothing and blankets for him. I promised myself that when my book got published, part of the proceeds would go to helping people like the Walking Man find food, clothing and shelter.

My book is published and I am keeping my promise. Part of the proceeds of Princess of the Light go directly to food banks in order to feed the hungry and help those in need. With only 7,500 books sold, I will be able to set up a monthly endowment for the local food bank.


Title: Princess of the Light

Author: N. N. Light


Gabriel, the Archangel and Messenger of God – yeah, that Gabriel – visits Mary Miller. He tells her, as the key, she is destined to spread the Light and vanquish the Darkness. Her first assignment is to restore the soul of the Walking Man. Sounds simple enough — until she’s thrown into the face of evil. And then, Joe Deacons enters her heart. This battle just got a lot more complicated. She must complete her mission without losing all she loves.


Marie furrowed her brow and softly interrupted, “André is the Walking Man?”

I looked at Marie and asked, “You’ve heard of him?”

Marie nodded. “Of course. He is a staple of the Downtown area. There are a few groups I’m affiliated with that hand out food and clothing to those in need. He never comes to these events so I leave them by the area where he sleeps.” She paused, thoughtfully. “I just can’t believe that it is André.”

Joe cleared his throat and looked at his father. “What happened to André?”

Alfred sighed and after a moment said, “It really was the fault of that witch he was married to. She and her family treated him horribly. She was a gold digger and all she cared about was money and the prestige.”

Marie interrupted Alfred by saying, “I remember her. She was so mean to André and all she cared about was looking rich. Wealth is a gift—she just wanted it for a toy. She treated André so badly… and his mother-in-law was the worst. She would put him down all the time. In front of other people, no less.”

Alfred continued, “André was a good man and worked hard. He was working on a big project for the city. He worked night and day on the project and told me it was going to put Golden Lake on the map.

“He absolutely adored his daughter, too. I remember that clearly. She was his everything.” Alfred paused, apparently lost in his thoughts. With a sigh he said, “There was a scandal with the project, though, and André got fired. Soon after, Dara left him, took Katherine with her and André fell apart. He started drinking heavily and, without his daughter, his life fell apart.”

Joe looked at me and I fought to keep from throwing my hand over my mouth. There was purple fire in his eyes and I felt his anger. I already knew the story of André and I tried to smile at him.

I smelled burning flesh. Joe flashed in full armor fighting demons with a golden sword.

I gasped at the vision and brought my hand to my chest in shock feeling the key necklace, before I could stop the physical reaction. The necklace weighed heavily as did my heart. He would be fighting at my side soon.

Marie asked, “Are you okay, dear?”

Joe turned to look at his mother. He nodded and only said, “I never knew any of this.”

Alfred continued, “I am sorry, son, but you asked for the truth. This is what I know. André was sleeping at the office and drinking all the time. He was supposed to give a presentation to a client and was drunk. He got into a scuffle with his boss and rumor has it, André punched him.”

I feigned shock and said, “Oh my!”

Than is to blame. I don’t know how I know or what happened but I vow to the Lord that I will make Than pay, thought Joe.

I choked and almost spit out my drink. I just heard Joe’s thoughts! I had to set him straight and right away.

I cleared my throat and said awkwardly, “Joe, I think I left something in the car.”

Joe looked at me with eyebrows raised. “Excuse me, we’ll be right back,” I said with a smile.

I walked outside and knew that Joe was right behind me. When I reached the car, I whirled and said in a stern tone, “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Joe stopped mid-step and said, “What are you talking about, Mary?”

I ran into his arms and whispered, “You cannot take on Than by yourself! I heard your thoughts in there. Now, I don’t know how you know that it was Than who drove André to punching his boss but please promise me that you will not get revenge.”

I paused to catch my breath and remembered what Gabriel told me. “Joe, in order to defeat the darkness and not become dark ourselves, we need to have a pure heart. We are filled with the Light and our motives must always be to speak the Truth and spread the Light.”

Joe took several deep breaths while he held me. He stroked my hair and whispered, “I’m sorry, my angel. I didn’t mean to frighten you and you are right. It was just a momentary thought.”

I lifted my head and locked eyes with Joe. Tears filled my eyes but I was determined. I bit at my top lip and then whispered, “Promise me you won’t put yourself in harm’s way.” Hot tears spilled down my cheeks.

Joe wiped at them and said in a deep, reassuring tone, “I promise, Mary. I promise I won’t be a hothead and I won’t be rash.” Then, he laid his forehead on mine and whispered, “Please don’t cry, darling. Please.”

I nodded and whispered, “I would die if I lost you. Than will use you to try to get to me. You are my love, my everything.” My voice cracked. “I would die if I lost you,” I repeated.

Joe shook my shoulders a little and looked deep into my eyes. “Listen to me, Mary, you will never lose me! Do you hear me? I am by your side now and forever.”

Overcome with emotion, Joe kissed me.

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Five Steps to Writing a Romance Novella in Two Weeks #writingtips #MFRWAuthor #ASMSG #IARTG

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Can you write a romance novella (20,000 words) in two weeks? You bet! Here are my five steps to writing a romance novella in only two weeks:

1- Create a writing plan. Before becoming a published author, I was very disorganized. Being the creative-type, I just went with the flow and wrote when I felt like writing. This doesn’t work when you have a goal of writing 20,000 words in ten days. So, I enlisted the help of my husband (totally organized) and together we created a writing schedule. Since I don’t write on the weekends, I only had ten days to work with. Each day, I had to write a minimum of 2,000 words.

Confession: There were some days when I only got 1,500 words done. The next day, I made up the missing words by writing 2,500 words. I didn’t stress when I came up short on a day. Stress breeds writer’s block and no one wants that.

2- Block out time and turn off all distractions. I know this is hard to do nowadays but it helped me immensely. I wrote from 1:00 – 5:00 pm every day. I made sure the phone was turned off and that I had all of my other to-do’s done before lunchtime. I shut down social media and email so I wasn’t distracted. I made sure I had my water bottle nearby and had music on to get me in the mood. I even put on a hat that I called my “writing” hat to get me ready to write. When I had on my hat, I was in writer-mode.

3- Keep a notebook of notes you can jot down character names, story-arcs and ideas. I found this crucial when I was writing. I was able to flip through my notes and keep writing. My notes allowed the ideas to flow out of me quicker onto the page while staying focused on the plot.

4- Have a few accountability partners. This is one of the most important steps. Time is limited and you have a goal to reach. You need your own cheering section. Halfway-through, I started to lose momentum. My brain was tired and I started to doubt my ability to reach my goal of 20,000 words. I reached out to my three accountability partners and they boosted my spirits. My husband is amazing and so supportive. Every night, he asked me about what I wrote and how I did. He listened as I brainstormed and offered feedback.

5- Celebrate when you achieve your goal. Before I started writing my romance novella, I told myself when I finished I was going to celebrate. If I was going to work my fingers (and muse) to the bone, the least I could do is get something in return. My husband decided to cook me a gourmet meal with my favorites (lobster, steak, garlic mashed potatoes and creamed corn) when I finished. The image of that meal kept me going, even through the rough patches.

It took me two weeks (intense writing boot camp) but I did it! I wrote a romance novella in that stretch of time and it’s one I’m extremely proud of. In fact, that same novella is featured below.


Title: Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, New Adult Romance


Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.

Twenty-Two year old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather’s estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson.

Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas.

Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather’s dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him.

When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack’s embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.

“Jack, thank you so much for the lift into town,” a woman replied behind Sally. “Let’s grab some lunch before we shop.”

Sally froze. She stared at Linda who shook her head. What was Jack doing with a woman in town?

“Here, let me take your coat, Emma,” Jack said.

Emma? mouthed Sally to Linda.

“She’s the daughter of Lonnie and Mary Beth.” Linda gave Emma the look-over and scoffed, “She can’t be a day over sixteen.”

“What do I do?” Sally panicked. Normally she didn’t care what Jack did or who he went off with. Curiosity got the better of her and she turned around.

Emma stood five foot three with curly blonde hair and innocent green eyes. Her figure was slim with curves in all the right places. Sally narrowed her eyes as Emma stood on tiptoe to kiss Jack on the cheek.

Fuming, Sally turned around. Linda chuckled.


“You better tone down your jealousy, darlin’. You’re shooting darts everywhere.”

Sally gritted her teeth.

“I’m not jealous. If Jack wants school girls kissing him, what do I care?” She took a deep drink of her coffee, draining the cup. She slammed it down.

“Simmer down, here they come,” whispered Linda. She waved to Jack while Sally swore under her breath.

“Well, fancy meeting you two here,” Jack drawled.

Without looking up Sally retorted, “I told you I was coming into town today.”

Linda kicked Sally’s leg under the table. Sally plastered a smile across her face, greeting Jack and Emma.

“Yes, what a coincidence.” Sally noticed Emma looping her arm in Jack’s and snuggling closer.

“I was on my way into town to pick up those parts we ordered for the tractor when I ran into Emma walking by herself in the snow.” Jack smiled. Emma squeezed his arm.

“He pulled over and offered me a lift into town. Isn’t he a gentleman?” cooed Emma. Jack patted her hand.

Sally’s chest constricted at the sight of the two of them acting all couple-y. She stared into his twinkling eyes. Oh God, is he laughing at me? Emma can’t have him. He’s mine. Wait what?

“So,” Linda broke the strained silence. “I have to go powder my nose. Emma, would you care to join me?”

“What’s that?” Emma looked confused.

Linda laughed. “It’s the bathroom, dear sweet child.” She stood up, untangled Emma from Jack and guided Emma away from the table.

Jack sat down.

“What’s with you today?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Sally cleared her throat.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Really!” A few diners turned to stare. Sally flushed with embarrassment. She didn’t mean to talk so loud. She looked everywhere except in Jack’s direction.

Jack observed Sally as she fidgeted, first with her coffee cup then with the silverware. His gaze unnerved her and she practically jumped out of her chair when he placed a hand over hers. Electricity flew up her arm while warmth filled her core. Butterflies raced around her stomach, only she didn’t feel sick; she pulsed with life, like never before.

“Sally…look at me.”

Sally shook her head.

“You’ll only laugh at me.”

Jack’s thumb caressed her hand gently, causing her breath to hitch.

“You know I’d never laugh at you. Laugh with you, definitely, but never at you.”

Sally lifted her gaze to meet Jack’s loving eyes. He slid his fingers between hers, never breaking eye contact. Sparks flew between them. He moistened his lips with a flick of his tongue. Her gaze dropped to his lips.

“Please tell me. I’m begging you,” he whispered.

Unable to think clearly through the fog of desire, Sally tilted her head to one side. Her skin vibrated with heat while her nerve-endings jumped at the slightest caress.

“Tell you what?” she whispered. Her throat dry, her breathing shallow, she wet her lips with her tongue. She was under a spell and everything fell away except for Jack’s passionate eyes.

“Tell me what my wasted heart needs to hear.” His eyes flashed. “Tell me Emma made you jealous.”

Sally started to nod but Emma interrupted.

“What are you guys talking about in hushed tones? Crops and stuff?”

Jack groaned. He dropped Sally’s hand as if it burned him, causing the water glasses to jostle.

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Is Today a Bad Day? Tomorrow Could Be the Best Day Ever! #inspiration #affirmation

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This week I’ve been dealing with a pretty bad cold. Even small things, like walking to the kitchen, takes all my effort. But I keep going. Why? Because tomorrow’s gotta be better.

Is today a bad day?

I know you’re struggling and you feel like giving up. I’ve been there and today, all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep the day away. But I have work to do and so do you.

Keep the faith and keep going.

The amazing truth is that when this wretched day is finally over, tomorrow is a brand new day. Tomorrow could be the best day ever!

You’ll never know for sure what tomorrow holds unless you keep moving forward.

So, follow my lead and push through today the best you can. I am. :)


Portrait of a Girl by @Luanna_Stewart #bookspotlight #RomanticSuspense #amreading


Title: Portrait of a Girl

Author: Luanna Stewart

Genre: Romantic Suspense


When her wealthy art dealer father died, Heather James was expecting a fortune. Instead, his bank account was empty and Heather’s working in a bakery, wondering exactly what happened to her father’s millions…until someone tries to kill her.

Tony Simons is on the trail of an art theft cold case that’s practically giving him frostbite. He’s hoping that by sticking close to Heather—the daughter of his deceased prime suspect—he’ll find the answers he needs. Instead, he’s finding himself distracted by a gorgeous woman who drives him crazy in every way imaginable…

Now Tony’s in serious trouble. Even if Heather can’t—or won’t—tell him where the stolen paintings and money are, she may well have stolen his heart.

And now someone wants her dead…


“Do you want every room painted that shade of beige?” He didn’t even try to keep the shudder out of his voice.

“What’s wrong with the color?” She straightened her back and raised her chin, apparently willing to defend her choice.

“Who said there was anything wrong with it? I was just wondering—”

“You didn’t have to say anything. You’re very easy to read. The paint was on sale, okay?”

He laughed. “I can see why.” And if he were so easy to read, she’d know he wasn’t thinking about painting, or anything else that one does with clothes on.

“What color would you choose, then?” She took a step closer, like she was angling for an argument. Arguing was not what he had in mind, either, unless it led to making up.

“I’d choose a blue like your eyes.” He closed the distance and tugged a lock of hair free from her ponytail.

“Or a mellow gold like your hair. Or”—he stroked her soft cheek, noting the catch in her breath—“the shade of your blush when you’re aroused.”

Her lips parted with a soft “oh.”

This right here was why he’d asked to be taken off the case or shipped overseas. He’d known, during that last meeting with his boss, that he was headed for this kind of trouble. The last thing he wanted to do was paint the fucking house.

She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him close, her soft lips laying claim to his mouth. He slid an arm around her waist, pulled her close, pressing against her heat. Her scent made him forget all the reasons why this was a bad idea.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She nibbled at his lips, playing and teasing.

“You’re right.” He nuzzled her neck, tempted to take a bite.

“I hardly know you.”


“Why are you so agreeable?”

“One of us has to think clearly, and I’m doing my damnedest to be a gentleman.”

“Maybe I don’t want a gentleman.”

She pulled him back for another kiss, openmouthed, tongues clashing. If the bad guys showed up right now—

He broke the kiss. They were both breathing hard, and her heart raced along with his. He had to get her out of his house. “I’ve got a deadline to meet, or I won’t get paid. I’d hate to make my landlord upset by being late with the rent.”

He felt her smile against his neck. “I happen to know your landlord, and her cat would go hungry if you were late with the rent.”

“I’d hate to be responsible for a cat going hungry. Maybe we can continue this discussion later.”

“You can count on it.”

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Born and raised in Nova Scotia, Luanna now lives in Maine with her dear husband, two college boys and two cats. When she’s not torturing her heroes and heroines, she’s in her kitchen baking something delicious.

Writing under the pen name Grace Hood, she has two novellas published with The Wild Rose Press. She is excited to have a book published under her own name with Entangled Publishing.






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True Happiness is… #inspiration #motivation #happiness

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What is true happiness?

I think it’s different for each person but the essence is the same: be in the moment. One of my mantras is the seize the day and cherish every moment.

I used to pine for the future, thinking that happiness was just out of my reach. It wasn’t until I started living in the moment did happiness flood my soul.

True happiness is… is to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence upon the future.

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Sin on the Strip (Women of Vegas Book 1) by @LucyFarago #RomanticSuspense #bookpromo

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Title: Sin on the Strip (Women of Vegas Book 1)

Author: Lucy Farago

Genre: Romantic Suspense

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What happens in Las Vegas always burns bright, especially after hours. In this sizzling new series, the city’s 24/7 glitz hides one woman’s darkest nightmares—and one investigator’s seductive secrets…

Control is everything to gorgeous Maggie Anderson. Her exclusive club gives abused and troubled women a refuge from Vegas’s merciless streets—and helps her reclaim her shattered sense of freedom. But now someone is brutally murdering those she fights so hard to save. And baring her deepest fears to the one man who insists on protecting her could be the one move she won’t survive…

Elite private investigator Christian Beck knows this particular serial killer’s MO—and his own wrenching failure to find him—all too well. But staying two steps ahead of Maggie’s determination to uncover the truth pushes his well-honed skills past the limit—and ignites his most naked instincts. Now every clue is a lie, each irresistible desire a lethal trap. And the closer he and Maggie get, their shattering secrets will either save them—or torch their lives to glittering ash…

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“I’m glad you’re here,” she said.

“I’d never let you do this by yourself. Ready?”

“No.” How exactly did one prepare for what was ahead of her?

He wrapped his burly arms around her. Beer belly and all, she was grateful for the affection. The man was like a father to her, but unlike her father, Lieutenant Horace Cooper stuck by her, even when she screwed up.

They stepped into the elevator. An anxious twenty seconds later, a ding opened them onto a brightly lit basement. The hollow sound of her heels against the speckled terrazzo broke the eerie silence, and added to her trepidation. As they reached their destination, a sick antiseptic smell made her already queasy stomach lurch. Then he asked her to wait outside the steel doors.

Half content to delay the inevitable, half terrified that if he left her alone she’d break down and cry, she snagged his jacket sleeve just as he pushed against the door. “Are you leaving me?”

“I need to see if they’re ready for you,” he replied, easing out of her grasp and giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

She’d reached out without thinking, but the relief from those reassuring hands had been worth even this tiniest of meltdowns. “Okay.”

“Don’t worry, Maggie. I’ll be right back.”

She paced the narrow hallway, her silk blouse doing little to chase the chill away. She shivered from the cold, and from the realization that only the living would care about the frigid temperature on this floor.

True to his word, Horace returned quickly with an apologetic smile. “Mags …” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but the viewing screen … well, it’s under repair.”

A wall clock filled the silence as she waited for him to elaborate, each tick making her stomach roll. Finally, she understood his meaning. “Seriously?” She’d done this once before, but from pictures, to ID a dealer she’d seen selling to one of her runaways. He’d tried to rip off the wrong people.

“You … we have to go into the room,” he said in a tone meant to rally courage.

She had ten—nine women who counted on her. She could do this. “Let’s go, then.” Squaring her shoulders, she followed him through the door. Although she was even colder in this room, she forced her arms to her sides, determined to face this head-on.

Seated behind a chrome modular desk, the medical examiner looked up. “Ms. Anderson, give me a minute, please.” He signed whatever document he’d been reading, then stood. A short man in his fifties, he removed wire-framed reading glasses and tucked them in the breast pocket of his gray lab coat. A plastic card clipped to it identified him as Dr. Ronald Wilson.

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you.”

He gave her the kind of comforting smile someone gives at funerals, then moved to a sterile wall of steel cubicles. “I’ll warn you,” he said, his back to her, “this is never what people expect.”

What exactly did people expect? The person to be as they were when last seen? She wasn’t that hopeful, and certainly not that naïve. Not anymore.

He unlatched one of the small doors to slide out the heavy gurney. On it lay a body covered in a white sheet. Her throat refused to cooperate when she attempted to swallow. Her brain warned that what she was about to see would bring back the nightmares. But instincts be damned, she owed this to Heather.

Few understood why Maggie didn’t work at a shelter for women, her father included. But too often women, and Heather had been one of them, believed that they deserved the crap that life tossed their way, believed no one cared.

Maggie cared. She’d helped Heather take a new road, promised her a better life. Help was foreign to some. For others, asking for it was a show of weakness. Unfortunately, wads of five-dollar tips were a poor substitute for self-worth. Many, like Heather, turned to drugs or alcohol, or worse, ended up dead. Maggie wanted to get to them before their fates were sealed, because no one had reached out when it counted. Although a bright future had been cruelly snatched from Heather, even in death, she had to know Maggie still cared.

She nodded to the coroner.

“I’ll draw the sheet enough for you to identify her face. No need for you to see the rest.”

Before Maggie could think about what he meant by that, he did as he said.

She looked down at the metal bed holding the body of a once beautiful young woman. Her skin now a light gray, her lips tinted blue, so quiet … so still … devoid of life. The girl she knew was gone. If Juan Desilva had made good on his threat five years ago, Maggie would have been on such a gurney. Unable to prevent the selfish thought from popping into her head, she shuddered. Would her parents have stood on this very spot, identifying her body? If Horace hadn’t shown up when he did, they would have.

“Maggie, is this Heather?” Horace’s voice snapped her out of the morbid thoughts.

She gave herself a mental shake and nodded. Now wasn’t the time to wallow in useless what-ifs.

An empty shell was all that remained of Heather. Hard work had put the slums of her past behind her, but graduating college wasn’t meant to be. Maggie forced herself to believe Heather had gone to a better place.

And God or no God, whoever did this would pay.

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Destiny Paramortals Series by @LiviaQuinn #PNR #IAN1 #bookpromo

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On the west side of Storm Lake in the middle of a super pulse of leylines lies Destiny, home to the Destiny Paramortals, a group of tempestaeries, fae, djnn, and others who are bound by an ancient pact to protect weaker species – like humans.  Unknown to the other communities outside of Destiny is the role the Paramortals have in keeping them safe.


The Destiny Paramortals series is southern urban fantasy/romance and should be read in order as it is the continuing saga of the recurring characters. In each Paramortals book, questions are answered and new ones arise but it’s romance so you know my heroes and heroines will get their happy ending…eventually.

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Storm Crazy

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My name is Tempest Pomeroy, and my human job is delivering the mail in Destiny, Louisiana. I’m also a Paramortal like my family, or I’m supposed to be. If I didn’t have a few little talents, I’d think I was adopted. To say I was having a bad day would be like saying Katrina dropped a little rain on the Gulf Coast.

First, River’s amphora went missing—that’s genie bottle to you mere-mortals. Then, one of my customers had a stroke while reading me the riot act over a piece of mail, but I saved the old grouch with a zap of my Zeus juice! It was the first time I’d actually called my power on purpose, and Destiny’s hunky new sheriff almost saw me use my magic—big no-no. He showed up again when the local florist filed a complaint against me for dropping a seventy-five pound box on his foot. Yeah, I did it, but it was kind of an accident. He put his hand where it didn’t belong, and my fingers… sorta slipped. Then, I discovered a dead body in the clubhouse and rescued my brother’s amphora from a locker, bashing it in with a Greg Norman wedge. Guess who showed up? Again. You guessed it.

Now, my brother is missing, my mother’s AWOL, and the sheriff and my ex-lover are squaring off like yard dogs staking a claim over a poodle. I am no one’s poodle. Is it any wonder I’m calling this the worst M.A.L.E day of my life?

Oh, and the sheriff? He thought he’d settled in a normal small town to raise his teenage daughter—like Mayberry?! We’ll see how that turns out… Things better settle down soon, ‘cause I’m about to go Storm Crazy.

Excerpt: Caught in the Act


“What happened here, Ms. Pomeroy?”

“Uh-oh, yer mad, huh?” One polyester clothed hunk blurred into two. I blinked quickly.

“Are you…” His eyebrows crashed together into downward dogs as he stepped closer to me, put his face next to mine and sniffed.

“Jesus, you’re drunk.”

He looked over at the wet bar, his eyes hardening to unfriendly gray steel. “What’s the matter? Murdering someone a little too much for you?” He grabbed for the vase and got a hand on it.

I clasped it tighter as his words sank in. “What are you talking about?” I shrieked.

“Let. Go.”

“No,” but I dared not tug too hard. “It’s mine—well, River’s.”

“Who’s River?”

“My brother.”

At the risk of damaging the irreplaceable vessel, I relinquished it. “Please, please, be careful with it. It’s…” I shook my head. Sober up, Tempe. I willed clarity to return. It ignored me.

“Is this what you hit the guy with?”

“What guy?”

“You know, the nude dead guy in the other room? The one with his face smashed away? Ring any bells?”

“Oh, him.” My head spun worse now that I’d given up the amphora. “I gotta siddown.” I did—hard, on the bench in front of the lockers. I pressed my fingers to my temple and closed my eyes. Bad move. I opened them again. “I remember now… ”, the fae, the blood… the smell. “I think I’m going to throw up.” Gagging, I bent over and a plastic lined trashcan appeared in front of me.

Think of something else—River, on his first day as a Djnni, Phoebe on my ninth birthday, Dutch… I stifled a whimper. I would not lose it in front of this man. He’d already seen me in too many compromising situations today. It would be one embarrassment too many.

He placed his gun into its holster and reached for my elbow. “Come with me.”

I rested my forehead in my palm as he pulled me up. My words kept getting tangled around my tongue. If I just concentrated harder, I could prom-pron- prolly…figure out what to say. I waved a hand toward the door. “Why don’ you jus’ go do what you have to do? I’ll be here… when you get back.” I looked up at his narrowed eyes and grim face. Mad again.

“Nope. You’re coming with me.” With one hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle and the other grasping my elbow, he pulled me along with him to the entryway, stopping by the man on the floor. This time the stench was more than my roiling stomach could handle.

“Ag—” I turned just far enough away from the body in front of me to let loose in the direction of the sheriff’s trousers and shiny black work boots. So much for pride. Only his strong arm around mine kept me from collapsing on top of the body. Which was probably what he was trying to protect.

He looked at the ceiling for a good five seconds, then led me through the dining room toward the restrooms. He pushed me down in a chair and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. “Here.”

What a swell guy, I thought as I closed my eyes, the world spinning behind my lids.

The snick of metal caused me to look up but not before he’d handcuffed my wrist to the seat back and walked out the front door, taking River’s amphora with him, leaving me sitting eye level with the long silver utility handle on a door marked, “Men”.

My sentiments exactly.


Cry Me a River

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As the Paramoon approaches, time is running out for River, and the attraction that was growing between me and Sheriff Jack Lang derailed after he got his first glimpse of my Paramortal “talents” – a few measly bolts of lightning aimed at his—in his general direction. In the course of the investigation we’ve gone from attraction to suspicion, support to friendship, romance to oh-my-god-get-away-from-me revulsion. Jack says he wants to know “everything”. After we answer all his questions, he’ll either join us or grab his daughter and take the first jet out of Middle Earth.

He might help me save my brother and discover the whereabouts of my parents, but he probably won’t still want to take me to the Mardi Gras ball, once he knows “everything”. There’s a lot of “everything”.

Excerpt:  Jack Light Years from Mayberry

“What’s a Tempest fairy?” I asked her finally.

“Tempestaerie,” she corrected. “A major Tempestaerie can control the elements, air and water, though they will have some influence over fire and earth. Thus—my rain and lightning bolts, such as they were. Minor Tempestaeries like Paige have no significant talent.”

“Is that an honest assessment or just two kittens fighting over the milk?” I asked.

“Tempe’s understating her potential, Jack.” Dylan said, “In the past they’ve been known to call down asteroids.”

That got my attention.

Tempe shrugged. “It’s not all catastrophic drama though. A storm faerie, as we’ve been called, can turn into anything associated with weather.” She was quiet for a minute then her gaze met mine, her voice turned soft, sad. “I just remembered—when I was in my first week at school I think, it had been raining for days—the principal’s assistant came to my teacher and handed her a pair of black boots. There was a note in them from my mother. It said, “So your little feet will be dry and I can keep my girl close.” Her eyebrows dipped as tears flooded her eyes. “She’d turned into a pair of boots, and I walked around with her on my feet all day… long.”

Aurora said, “It was all Phoebe could get away with—”

A few splats of water were the only warning we had before a gentle rain began to fall on every surface of Aurora’s workroom. “Oh, dear. It’s getting quite unpredictable,” Aurora said as she wiped the rain from her eyes.

Dylan seemed to be out of patience. He rose advancing on me, staring me down with just a hint of grizzly-face. I rose standing toe to toe while the anger in his eyes sparked. I suspected it was directed mostly at himself. He cared for Tempe and the people here. I respected that. “You in or out, Lang?”

I knew my answer but I had a statement to make as well. “Show me your other—what did you call it, your Para—” The air bubbled around Dylan making it hard to discern any of his features, then the dressed in black, dark and deadly man standing eye to eye with me blurred once again into an eight-foot shaggy Sasquatch. His huge paws hung at his side, level with my shoulders.

I studied furry-face, the slavering mouth, the intelligent black eyes. “Turn around,” I ordered.

The creature’s head tilted as if to say, Really? but turned as I reached out and tugged on his fur. A sound like a growl escaped and an image from the previous week resurfaced. “I saw you on Grand Pied Boulevard the morning after… damn,” I shook my head. “Grand Pied. French, for big foot—”

A bark escaped the massive jaws and the Finrir’s eyes glinted with laughter.

The air shifted as Dylan turned back, and I was face to face with the man again.

“So, you’re in.” Dylan’s voice sounded deeper, as if his vocal chords hadn’t quite made it from growl mode to human. Scratch that, not human.

“It’s a lot to take in…”

“And no time to play catch up,” said Dylan.

Tempe had stiffened, but visibly relaxed when I asked, “Where do we go from here?”

“We find River and take care of whoever is responsible.”

“Who do you think killed the Nucklevay?”

Dylan corrected, “Nucklavee. I’m not sure. Paige and her partners, Phoebe’s protectors, some other entity—human even—though not likely.”

“A human, go figure,” I muttered. I’d come a long way in two weeks… Light years.



Eve of Chaos

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“You vill meet a dahk dangerrous strangah…”

…Aurora had predicted at the Mardi Gras ball, and as if someone left their Swords of War videogame on “share” in a parallel universe, the Dark Knight had walked in. Conor de Sept Flambe´ with the distinctive leathery tattoos spanning his muscular shoulders and magnificent flashing swords. “Where did he get those swords?” Montana drooled. He’d offered to prepare her for the Chaos, twenty-four hours when many Paramortals would lose their power.

With crazies coming out of the woodwork, Paramortals losing their abilities, personalities going AWOL, Sheriff Lang needs to know who will be left standing with him when the Para-moon begins. If Flambe´ is what Jack thinks he is, Destiny might have a chance. If not, they’ll be in deep… trouble.


Excerpt: Montana Wants to Ride Conor’s Dragon

The Knight’s handsome face broke into a grin. Which alternately made Montana want to kick him in his metal plated shins or clear off the bar and have him right there. The sword fighting last night had been exciting; for a warrior almost as good as sex, but—who was she kidding—she didn’t want to fight with him, not with hands, feet or swords. She wanted him under her. But first, she looked around to see if Liam was listening, then leaned in. His head tilted to match the angle of hers. Curious, he leaned in as well.

“I want to ride your dragon.”

His chin dropped, both eyes flashed then reduced to gold slits, as they’d done in his dragon form, but the heat receded when he got her true meaning. “This is not a carnival, and I am not your carousel horsey.”

Montana waved her hand. “Well, don’t get all offended like. I’ve just been daydreaming about seeing Destiny from the back of a magnificent fire-breathing dragon such as yourself, but…” she shrugged. “You’re not the only dragon in the sky.”

She willed herself to keep a straight face as tendrils of smoke oozed from his ears and nostrils, escaping in small erratic puffs as if his fire was percolating like Kilauea. His irises changed to the color of orange flame, and the temperature in the bar rose about ten degrees. Hers widened when the tattoos on his back seemed to swell like the molten cap on a volcano before it blows. So, she smiled and said, “You need to lighten up, Conor. Can’t you take a joke?”

She found herself upside down over two very wide shoulders sharing the space with those glittering swords, watching rocks skidder away from under his metal boots. Mother of Zeus, but he was strong. As her hair flopped against his back she called over her shoulder, “Um, drago, where are we going?” No response, but his steady march toward… she raised her head to watch the retreating landscape. He was eating up the distance between the bar and wherever he was headed.

To pass the time, she began counting his steps but got bored and gave up. Finally, the road, the trees began to look familiar.

“Conor, where are you taking me?” She wiggled in his grasp, trying to get free.

“Quit, Dinnshencha. You will appear undignified,” he growled.

“Well, you’re the one who put me this demeaning position.” There was silence on his end for three long strides while he thought about that. “If I had my Dinnshencha power you would not get away with this.”

Conor slowed and his broad hands, which had been holding her tightly to him, softened their hold, moved down her spine, cupped her butt lowering her very very slowly, until they were eye to eye.

“Which is why we must prepare. And then, tonight…” sigh, “we will fly, if it is your heart’s desire, Victoria.”

“Dammit, it’s Montana.”

“You are much too extraordinary for such an impuissant—inadequate—name.” Well, when he put it that way, Montana thought. “What is your real name, little dragon?”

She was sick of the little dragon moniker so she steeled herself, breathed it out with a disgusted sigh. “Branislava.”

“Ah, Glorious Protector… that suits. I get excited just thinking about it.”

Montana’s eyes widened at the fire leaking from his nostrils. “Well, we’ll have to see what we can do about that, fire-breather.”


Blame It on the Moon

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It’s the height of the Para-moon and Sheriff Jack Lang is up to his ‘6’ in alligators. Defending those weaker than himself is in his DNA which is what drove him to become a Navy pilot. Who is he kidding? Alligators he could handle! But supernatural bad guys… and ragtag doesn’t begin to describe his band of temporary ’heroes’. If he has to go to war with the group that showed up at dawn, he might as well start cutting up white sheets and attaching them to garden stakes.

With Tempe and the other Paramortals ill or incapacitated and the sudden appearance of beings he’s never heard of, will Jack be able to keep Destiny out of the hands of their enemies for the rest of the power down? It’s only twenty-four hours.

If worse comes to worse, he has a dragon on his side and a few surprises up his sleeve. “Yippe, ki, yi…” But a lot can happen in twenty-four hours and things don’t always go as planned.

Excerpt: I am Dragon. I Will Pause While You Behold My Awesomeness

Jack watched them saying, “She’s a Vouivre. At least, we think it’s a she. She was displaced to the Storm Lake tributaries through a crack in the ocean bottom caused during the Gulf oil disaster. The short of it is that we have an operation to remove her and take her back to the Gulf. Then…”

Tank shook his head in disbelief. “How are you going to move several tons of deadweight without getting a crane. That thing’s got to weigh—” His eyes widened as a dark shadow enveloped the landscape and the answer to his question flapped its wings overhead.

Slade reacted with lightning reflexes, the flat of his huge hand pushing Tank’s gun aside to keep him from throwing down on our dragon. Slade was the only one whose mouth didn’t drop open. Except for Lola, who wasn’t even looking.

We could have been on the moon for all the sound that accompanied Conor’s soft landing. For a few minutes he just stood there, facing Ridge’s soldiers—the big showoff—and taking part in a time-honored male tradition…the pissing contest.

And seriously? It was no contest. Forty-foot fire breathing dragon on one side, three little gun wielding soldiers on the other. Dragon—three, soldiers—zip.

“Gawddang!” was all Tank could say. With a glance at Tank, Montana walked over and stood beside Conor, as if to say, you mess with me, you mess with my dragon.

Tank looked at Slade. “Dang, Slade. He makes your dragon cloth look like cheesecloth.” Slade didn’t seem to find that very funny and raised his fire hose a tad in Tank’s direction. Tank shrugged and mumbled, “Just sayin’! Maybe you should negotiate your ‘look’ with Ridge.”

I introduced our dragon. “Meet the Dragon Knight, Conor de Sept Flambé.”

“Flambé,” muttered Slade. Guess a fire man would key in on that.

“Conor, meet Tank, Smoke, Slade, and Lola. My friend Ridge,” I pointed in his direction next, “brought them to help us out.”

Conor’s dragon brow rose and he looked at me as if to say, You’re kidding right? You’ve got me, what do you need them for?

I said, “Don’t forget we won’t have you to defend the airways and take down goofus while you’re relocating Vivie.”

Conor grunted, sat on his haunches like a four-story tall puppy, and changed. As he morphed into his knight form, for the first time since I’d seen him do it, the swords that were normally sheathed were extended in a defensive stance between the couple and our new arrivals.

I sighed and cut my eyes at him. He shrugged and sheathed his swords with a flip of his armored wrists creating awed sighs from at least one of the soldiers.

I gave them a quick primer on the dynamics of the power down. “Beyond that, I guess you could say, prepare to be surprised and react accordingly. Right now the only sure beings with power except for Conor, are the bad guys, but I hope our Paramortals will regain their abilities soon.”

Smoke asked in that silky quiet whisper, which still managed to make an impact, “What about the fairie?”

The way he put it—the fairie—I got the feeling he was acquainted with some. “The good Fae—they call themselves Bright Fae—will be guarding the Forge and leylines around the lake as well as Harmony.  I can’t tell you there are no bad fairies. Far as I know there’s bad everything. Anyone or anything that’s attacking humans, or any of our citizens, is fair game.”

*** Coming this winter. Book 5 continues with more of Tempe, Montana and Katerina and their ‘men’, Jack, Conor and Dylan. How will they deal with the changes the Moon has brought about? ***

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Author Biography:

Hi, I’m Livia Quinn. With a life long fascination (read that:phobia) of storms, and living in Louisiana where severe weather is a part of life, it was only natural that it would play a big part in my world. The farther east you go the more weather you see and the less paranormal the stories are. But that doesn’t mean there’s no magic. What would life be like without a little magic?

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