Juicy Jersey: #5 Humorous Cozy Mystery with Recipes #cozymystery #bookpromo @Funnyauthor

Juicy Jersey


Title: Juicy Jersey: #5 Humorous Cozy Mystery – Funny Adventures of Mina Kitchen – with Recipes (Mina Kitchen Cozy Mystery Series – Book 5)

Author: Lizz Lund

Genre: Cozy Mystery


Book Blurb:

Grab the latest funny fiction in the Mina Kitchen Cozy Mystery series!

More cozy comedy! More murders!

Summertime, and the living is umm–not as easy as Mina had hoped. But, she finally has a full-time job, working alongside her new boyfriend, Jack (that is, Chef Jacque, when they’re at Squirrel Run Acres.) That’s good, right? Except that poor Mina and Jack have been working together a lot lately–specifically fourteen hour shifts in a sizzling kitchen–for months.

When tempers flare hotter than fat on a fire, Jack steps up and splurges for a romantic get-away to Cape May Point, New Jersey. All is forgiven and soon Sunset Beach winks from the distance, until Mina’s stuck with dog sitting duties for Jim, her buddy Bauser’s three-legged dog. Complicating the canine conundrum is Bauser’s last minute plea to deliver Jim to a client location, in Bumville, New Jersey. No biggie, except that Bumville lies in the polar opposite direction from Cape May. And Vito and Miriam also happen to be visiting the client–who is none other than Vito’s niece, Helena Pryzchntchynzski. Oy.

Further jeopardizing their journey through Jersey is Jim’s discovery of Babette Bernstein. Her murder launches a connect-the-dots of corpses that ripples dangerously around Mina and Jack. Oh–and the kidnappings, plural–are a little scary, too.

Will Mina and Jack escape the bad guys? Will they survive their first vacation together? More importantly, will they finally have one?

If you’re in the mood for funny fiction, a cast of chatty pets, and unsolved murders–read on. Juicy Jersey packs a roller coaster ride of murders, mayhem and mojitos. Come root for Mina, boo the bad guys and nibble a nosh, courtesy of the author’s recipes in the back of the book, vetted by Lund’s real-life favorite chef, her husband, Chef Andrew.



“With the utmost respect, I wonder if Mina (like the bird) could be

a, slightly older, distant relative of Stephanie Plum. The humor

is non stop. The twists and turns of Lizz Lund’s suspense are

Outstanding, Ingenious, and completely Unguessable. The main

character, Mina Kitchen with her family and friends is a wonder-

ful mix of Jersey and PA. Juicy Jersey is book # 5 in a must read

series. The characters and storyline have a growing relationship

with the reader from book to book. Each book could be read as

a stand alone….BUT, READ THE SERIES. Hurry so you will be

ready for book # 6. I am.” ~ Helen Callahan (Amazon US Review)


“Another great read by Lizz Lund! I love her leading lady Mina Kitchens and the humourous fiascos that tend to land in her path.

Book 5 takes us on a vacation allowing which introduces us to some new characters. I’m interested to see if they may show up in another book down the road. Meanwhile I’m ready to try some seafood recipes from the back of juicy jersey. . If you haven’t read books 1-4, I highly recommend them as well.” ~ Ehooper (Amazon US Review)


˃˃˃ READERS’ FAVORITE 5-STARS for PERFECTLY PICKLED: If You Love Stephanie Plum, Wait Until You Meet Mina Kitchen!!!

“This is my first book by Lizz Lund and let me tell you, it won’t be my last! Filled with quirky characters, hysterical dialogue and a main character who always seems to be surrounded by hijinks, Perfectly Pickled is one of the best cozy mysteries I have read since Janet Evonovich’s Stephanie Plum series.”


“I have fallen in love with this series! Just can’t get enough of Mina and friends, especially Vinnie. I want a Vinnie of my very own! I’ll be recommending this author to all of my friends and family to brighten their days and pee their pants, in that order…”


“I’ve been a fan of Janet Evanovich for years, and found Lizz Lund right up there with Janet. They have similar styles, and a comic flair. I loved the characters…I love a good mystery, and at the same time a good laugh (often laughing out loud while I’m reading) from the story, and this book definitely filled the bill.”

˃˃˃ AMAZON “VINE VOICE” 5-STAR REVIEW for KITCHEN ADDICTION: OMG! Can you say LOL too much?! Loved it!

“OMG! Couldn’t stop laughing! Of course, having been to Lancaster frequently and having friends there, I felt right at home, but this was a much more eclectic collection of characters! Made me want to be in their circle, a part of their lives for some time to come. Will be checking immediately for more from this author.”


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Author Biography:

Lizz Lund loves Lancaster. Since 1999, she’s been having a terrific time here and thinks everyone else should, too. Christmas Bizarre is the sequel to her debut novel, Kitchen Addiction! Lizz grew up in New Jersey and imported her chef husband from their old stomping grounds – he still hasn’t recovered. She holds a BA in Musical Theatre from Syracuse University, but has never learned to waitress.


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A #Thanksgiving Wish #inspiration #gratitude #thankful

Thanksgiving Day

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I will be taking four days off (Thursday through Sunday). In honor of Thanksgiving, this is my wish for you:

May your heart be filled with love, your stomach filled with delicious food and drink, your mind filled with gratitude and give thanks for everything in your life.

Me, I’m thankful for everything in my life and for each of you. You make my day with your comments and your friendship. Thank you for taking a moment out of your day to read my blog. Thank you spreading the Light in your corner of the world.

Happy Thanksgiving!


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Sanguinary by @MargoBondCollin #PNRThursday #bookpromo #amreading



Detective Cami Davis and her sexy, cowboy-turned-vampire informant are all that’s standing between humanity and monsters who would rule the world—and all that’s standing between them having a torrid love affair is the fact that he’s an enemy of humanity.


When Dallas police detective Cami Davis joined the city’s vampire unit, she planned to use the job as a stepping-stone to a better position in the department. She didn’t know then what she knows now: A silent war rages between humans and their supposedly pacified predators, and the vampires are winning. With the clock running out on her kind, Cami will do whatever she must to defeat the “Sanguinary.”

Enter Reese Fulton, a disaffected ex-cop and a vampire. She can’t exactly trust him, but with his cowboy boots and good-ole-boy drawl he’s the perfect beard for Cami’s fledgling undercover operation. Yet playing Reese’s Claimed—a vampire’s personal bloodgiver—isn’t as straightforward as she was led to believe. His bite is as enthralling as his dimpled smile, and soon Cami is wondering which will pose more of a challenge: subduing the enemies of humanity…or her own desire.

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“Are you looking, Garrett?” the small one asked.

“Maybe.” He smiled at her, his voice playful. My stomach curdled at the intimacy I heard there—and at the realization that my partner hadn’t fully briefed me on what to expect tonight.

“Your friend doesn’t like it when you flirt,” the taller one said.

I glared at her. Vampires should not know more about me than I do.

“I’ll have to see that she gets over it,” a voice drawled from behind me. I whipped my head around in time to see a man standing up from a barstool behind me. I hadn’t even noticed he was there.

God knows how I could have missed him.

He wore jeans and a dark blue button-down shirt. He had on dark brown cowboy boots, and as he turned away from the bar, he picked up a black felt cowboy hat from the seat next to him, placing it on his head. On anyone else, I might have assumed that the hats and boots were an affectation. On him, they looked perfect. He was utterly beautiful, with bright green eyes and dark hair that curled down to barely brush the back of his collar.

I am undercover, I reminded myself sternly. Here to do a job.

When Garrett caught my gaze in his, flicking his glance toward the cowboy vamp, it was all I could do to keep from sighing aloud.

Would it have killed my partner to be a little more descriptive when he briefed me?

Of course that was the vampire cowboy I had to get close to tonight.

No making eyes at the informants, Cami.

But damn, he was hot.

“Nice scars.” His gaze skimmed along my bared shoulder.

“Thanks,” I said, almost breathless.

And I am absolutely not attracted to vampires.

I could keep telling myself that.




About the Author


Margo Bond Collins writes urban fantasy, contemporary romance, and paranormal mysteries. She lives in Texas with her daughter and several spoiled pets. Although writing fiction is her first love, she also teaches college-level English courses online. She enjoys reading romance and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about heroes, monsters, cowboys, and villains, and the strong women who love them—and sometimes fight them.

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My #Thanksgiving Gift to You: #FREE Short Story #ASMSG #IARTG #BlackFriday

Thirsty for Water A Short Story



Juliet can’t wait to graduate from high school and finally move on with her life. Five more days and she’s free. She gazes out the window while her history teacher, Mrs. Johnson, drones on about war, famine and lack of water in Africa.

A gong rings, startling Juliet out of her daydream. She looks around to see if it was one of her classmates pulling a prank when a little boy carrying a spear appears. Is he a ghost or something more? He pleads for her help and before she can argue, she is transported to a small village in Africa. History comes alive like never before and Juliet must decide how she can help Noko and his village before it’s too late.

Thirsty for Water: A Short Story tells the story of Africa and the need for water in an approachable way for children of all ages. A great learning tool for teachers, parents and libraries.


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“This is an inspiring story of giving to others unselfishly. A high school girl, Juliet, while in her school classroom has a vision. Her teacher is talking about a young boy and the severe problems in his village. During this vision Juliet meets this young boy, Noko, who takes her to his village to show Juliet how he lives. Juliet is so shocked by what she sees that she announces in class that she will donate to the boy’s cause to bring water to his village. The other students join in because of her enthusiasm.

A lovely tale that touches the heart and brings tears to the eyes! I was given a copy of this book in return for an honest review. I thoroughly enjoyed this short story.” ~Janice Spina on Goodreads


A short but highly emotive story that makes me wish this sort of thing could really happen to snap many of us out of our comfortable complacency.
When you really think about it, it’s always the smallest person, or in this case, village, that gets left out. ~The Story Reading Ape on Goodreads and Amazon


Happy Thanksgiving to my American followers and Happy Wednesday to my followers around the world!

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Beachcomber Baby by @StephanieQueen #MFRWAuthor #RomanticSuspense #bookpromo


Title:  Beachcomber Baby

Author:  Stephanie Queen

Genre:  Romantic Suspense/Detective


Book Blurb:

Dark and dangerous Dane and shamelessly sexy Shana team up like oil & water on a mission to save a baby while they wage a personal war of love & hate between them.

Ex-special ops legend Dane Blaise doesn’t like cases involving babies. In his experience, they always end bad. Really bad.
When Father Donahue hands Shana a baby and the mission is to find the baby’s mother, the ex-Scotland Yard detective can’t resist taking the case. Shana convinces Dane to help her, but he’ll only go so far.
Once they discover the priest dragged them into the tip of an iceberg full of trouble with an ex-Russian KGB operative turned-criminal and his comrades involved in a baby farm, things look bad. Really bad.
To keep Dane on the mission, Shana will need to uncover the secret of his terrible past baby case. Can she convince him to put aside his fears to save this baby–and save their partnership too?


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Shana hated that Dane could make her uncomfortable with just a look. Not the kind of discomfort that came from trepidation or embarrassment. The kind of discomfort that was all about need.


She watched him—stared really. He sat across from her in their special semicircular booth at the Lucky Parrot, leveling that look at her. She kept herself still. They were partners, for pity’s sake, not lovers.


She flipped her middle finger at him.


It was extreme, but she was extremely out of sorts.


He grinned. It was the whole-enchilada grin—the one that crinkled the corners of his irresistible hazel eyes and made him look vulnerable in spite of his invincible persona. She resisted lunging across the table at him to either grab him around the neck and strangle him breathless, or to grab a fistful of his hair and kiss him breathless. Her nostrils flared.


He grinned wider and she watched his full, trumpet-player-sensual lips move as he said, “What’s the matter Shana? Nothing on the menu interests you?”


“I don’t eat crap.” Two could play at innuendos.




He gentled his grin, possibly calling a truce to the tension, but she couldn’t let it go.

“I never eat this crap. I don’t know why you insist on coming here for breakfast. We should be back at the office—if you can call it an office—scaring up some work.”


He quirked one brow and turned as Marylu Deluzio appeared on cue. She always appeared on cue and had probably overheard every single word. Probably had the table wired. It was Dane’s special table after all. He’d probably given her the latest listening device to plant in case he wanted to bring some nefarious suspect here for secret questioning.


Shana said, “Coffee. Black,” and resisted smacking the plastic menu on the table. She handed it to Marylu. No need to take her mood out on the poor girl.


“Looks like spring is in the air,” Marylu said.


“That must be what has Shana all hot and bothered.” Dane didn’t look at her when he said it. She took a deep breath and did not kick him under the table. He was probably right. Partly right. But then he knew the real problem.



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USA Today Bestselling author Stephanie Queen is a romantic at heart and a writer by nature with the enthusiastic soul of a cheerleader. She enjoys creating stories where her rose-colored world-view comes to life and the good guys always win. Although she lost count of all the jobs she had before she settled on being a Novelist, her favorite was selling cookies as a Keebler Elf. She is a graduate of UConn (go Huskies!) and Harvard U and lives in New Hampshire with her family, her cat, Kitty, and her (real or imagined?) chauffeur, Myren.



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The Truth Spell by Anita Oh #YA #YAFantasy @AnitaOho

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Advice from Mark Twain #inspiration #motivation #quotes


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Mark Twain’s sage advice has gotten me through tough times.

Life is too short. Explore. Dream. Discover.


When Love Returns, Book 2 of the Fitzpatrick Family Series @judythe2 #bookpromo #FREE #KindleDeal

When Love Returns


Title: When Love Returns, Book 2 of the Fitzpatrick Family Series – Becca

Author: Judythe Morgan

Genre: Sweet/Inspirational Romance, Clean Reads


Book Blurb:

Becca Fitzpatrick fell in love with Ethan Wells at age five. At eight, he proposed. At seventeen, he disappeared and broke her heart.

Twelve years later, he returns with a new name – Ethan LaMotte – and a new life in Paris. He claims he’s never stopped loving her. Once upon a time, Becca believed him. Not anymore. Now family, friends, and adoring students fill her life. Plus, she has an opportunity for the job of her dreams in her small Texas hometown.

Although their lives and work are an ocean apart, Ethan won’t lose Becca another time. But, will she risk her heart again and accept this new Ethan’s proposal?


Exclusive Excerpt:


A brittle silence descended in the dining room, now empty except for the two of them. The sound of water from the kitchen faucet echoed like Niagara Falls.

Becca finished off the last of her coffee and shoved away from the table. As she lifted the saucer to take to the kitchen, Ethan spoke, “We really do need to talk. Why don’t you come out to the farm with me so we can have some privacy?” His eyes never left her face.

The cup rattled on the saucer. She set it back on the table. Panic coursed through her muscles, like a slowly advancing paralysis. Go with him to the farm where they’d spent so much time planning their future? A future that his disappearance destroyed.

She might want answers, to know where he’d been, why he hadn’t contacted her, why he’d returned, but the memories at the Wells’ farm would suffocate her. She needed a more public place.

And being alone with him? Becca wasn’t sure that would be a wise move either. She’d fallen head over heels the moment she’d met Ethan Wells in their kindergarten Sunday school class. The crush had grown through the years and they’d planned a life together after graduation. His disappearance caused a heartbreak that had never completely vanished. A heartbreak she’d never openly shared. Not even with her twin sister. She’d simply put Ethan out of her mind and moved on. Now if he was back to stay, she wasn’t sure what would happen.

“We could go out on the porch swing,” she replied. At least there, if the discussion became too intense she’d have a safety net of her family close by.

His jaw tightened ever so slightly before he stood and pushed his chair under the table. “Becca, what I have to say is for your ears only. There are too many distractions around here. Come to the farm with me. Or I’ll go to your place.”

“I live with Sarah. She and Nick plan to go back to the house to play board games with Rachel. They do that on Sunday afternoons.”

He tipped his head, acknowledging her point. “Okay then, the farm it is. I’ll bring you back here when we’re finished.”

“I’m quite capable of driving myself.”

“I’m sure you are.” He uttered a short, little laugh and headed to the front door. “Don’t take too long. I’ll be waiting.”

Becca snatched her cup and stomped into the kitchen where she pulled Sarah aside. “Ethan wants me to meet him at the farm to talk.”

“Give the guy a chance,” Nick said over his shoulder and placed a dinner plate in the dish drainer.

Sarah gave her a tight hug. “Nick’s right. Go. There may be a logical reason why Ethan never contacted you. I never understood the real reason Nick left me until he came back. Ethan could surprise you too. At least you’ll have answers.”

Becca wasn’t sure what answers she wanted or what Ethan could say to explain his disappearance. For so long, she had hoped and prayed for his return, but hope had only been a tease, preventing her from accepting the reality that he wasn’t coming back.

She refused to consider his return meant anything.


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 Judythe Morgan is an award-winning author who believes in true love, second chances, forgiveness, and happily-ever-after. Her love stories come from her experiences as an Army wife, one time Department of Army Civilian, antiques dealer, and schoolteacher. When you add her years of international travel and her insatiable desire to see, do, and learn, she has a creative fountain overflowing with story ideas.

If she’s not at her computer working on the next book, you’ll find her browsing antiques shops, reading on the front porch of her Colorado home or walking her dogs in the nearby Rio Grande National Forest.

Visit her on-line at http://www.judythemorgan.com or http://www.judythewriter.com You can also connect on FB, Twitter and Goodreads.

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Like Humor in Your #Books? Meet Andrew Snook #authorinterview #books @A_Snook

Have you always liked to write?

 Yes, although I forgot how much I enjoyed it for a long time. One of my favourite activities growing up was writing silly short adventure stories that starred my classmates. At one point when I was 13, I even made a board game complete with a 20-pg. instruction manual that was based on a series of stories I wrote during out creative writing classes. I stopped writing fiction for a little over a decade before picking it back up while living alone in Nova Scotia in my mid-20s. It was there a rekindled my passion for writing and created two rough novellas. Those novellas formed the skeleton for Remy’s Dilemma.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

 If you want to get your book finished put every other hobby you enjoy on hold – unless you have oodles of free time, then by all means have at them! I am married to an amazing woman and we have two beautiful children, but balancing my days between spending quality time with my wife and my kids, working full-time and taking care of our home doesn’t leave a lot of time for writing and editing books, let alone all the other factors that are involved in the book publishing process when you are an independent – marketing, sourcing production, website maintenance, etc. To complete my first book from beginning to end, I would wake up when everyone else was asleep (usually 5 or 6 a.m.) on my days off and get a few hours of writing and editing in, or I would write while I was on the road for work during my free time. Utilizing every spare minute I had was the only way I could complete the book, and I imagine there are a lot of people in similar situations.

If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

 Writing novels would definitely be my dream job. But if I had to choose a back-up dream job, it would probably be designing board games.


What is your least favorite part of the publishing /writing process?

 Sales and marketing, but it’s got to be done.


Do you have a favorite spot to write? What is it?

I prefer to write on the road, preferably on trains. There’s something about riding the rails that gets my creativity flowing. I would love to ride a train across Canada, banging away on my keyboard while taking in all the beautiful scenery the country has to offer.

Do you write naked?

Only when I’m not wearing any clothes.

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

Coffee, coffee and more coffee. I smoked for about a decade and found that easier to give up then my sweet, sweet coffee. Love you, baby!

What do you want your tombstone to say?

Room for rent.

What secret talents do you have?

You’d have to ask my wife. Giggity-giggity! On second thought, she might not agree. Let’s forget about asking her and just take my word for it. Next question!

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

A bunch. I have 13 stitches on my left cheek from walking into swing made from welded metal pipes as a child. I also have a scar on my right palm from cutting it while packing metal rods for an oven factory in my early 20s and another on my left hand from accidently getting a Christmas tree light stuck in my hand as a teenager – that one was messy!

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Book Title: Remy’s Dilemma

Author: Andrew Snook

Genre: Adventure/Humour, Canadian


Book Blurb:

The world is coming to an end. That’s what Remy Dilemma believes, anyways. While double-checking his lifelong to-do list to ensure he has led a rich life, he realizes he hasn’t come close to completing his goals. Panicked and short on time, Remy embarks on a chaotic road trip to complete the most important item on his bucket list – finding the answer to man’s greatest question. There’s just one problem. Detective Tobias Gray, the most respected criminal profiler in the Toronto Police Department, thinks Remy is a serial killer; and he’s not the only one who has come to that conclusion. Armed with a green crayon, smiley-faced stamp and a pack of cigarettes in a race against time, the story’s main character, Remy, carves a path of hilarious destruction, baffling and infuriating the police, his government and every other person he encounters.

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It started with a dream, or at least what I thought was a dream. I know now it was a premonition, a sneak peek into the destruction of my world. It appeared in the form of a powerful whisper across the airwaves. The voice, humanity’s reaper, was hidden deep inside the hollowed belly of a rocky beast in Colorado. As it spoke, our time on this planet was given an expiration date.

“My fellow Glamericans, we are under attack from the terrorist organization known as Nations Against Glomitrox. Several nations with direct ties to N.A.G. have begun fuelling weapons of mass destruction, which they intend to fire on our country if I do not surrender myself for alleged crimes against humanity. Do not believe their propaganda.

“Our nuclear strikes on Paris, Moscow, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Berlin and Rome were pre-emptive strikes meant to protect the Glamerican people. We were completely within our rights to defend our homeland — especially after the underhanded assault on the City of Regina by unknown assailants that claimed thousands of lives. This unwarranted aggression will not go unchecked.

“Any nation that supports the terrorist activities of N.A.G. should consider this broadcast a final warning. Glamerica demands that all countries cease any plans for hostile actions against our fine state, or we will have no choice but to launch a full nuclear strike on all non-Glamerican soil.

“Any Glamericans trained on how to survive a nuclear strike are to go door-to-door immediately and show their fellow citizens how to properly hide under a desk.

“This is Prime Minister Harper Day signing off. Good night and Glam bless.”

I sat up and sprang from my bed, drenched in perspiration from the combination of my dream and the hot, humid July night. My chest felt tight, making it hard to breathe. My heart was racing. I ran outside onto my balcony for some fresh air. Pulling a cigarette from a pack of Cats that had been sitting on my windowsill, I took a few puffs and began to calm down.

I took a moment to check out my view of Mississauga’s east end, which was comprised of nothing but other old, run-down highrise apartment buildings and abandoned factories. This area of the city has seen better days.

Remembering my dream, I snapped back into a panic, dropped my cigarette, and ran to my bedroom closet…


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Author Biography:

Age: 37

Born in Montreal, Quebec. Currently living in Mississauga, Ontario. Also lived in Wolfville, Nova Scotia, Carleton Place, Ontario, and Kanata, Ontario. Married with two children.


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Who is He? by Gwendoline Ewins #MFRWAuthor #BookReview #RegencyRomance

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Title: Who is He?

Author: Gwendoline Ewins

Genre: Regency Romance, Sensual, intended for 17+ readers


Book Blurb:

1803, London

“I have a cabin booked on the ‘Cambray’ bound for the Southern Seas,” he announces mere hours before they are to be joined as one in the sight of God and Mama and Papa and her very best friend Deborah.

Hester had fallen in love with him at first sight, before she knew his true character. Now his ridiculous prank has forced them into a marriage neither wants. Worse, he intends to set sail immediately after the ceremony leaving her to endure – alone – the pity of so-called friends. Not likely!

Luke warns her the voyage will be long and arduous but she insists on sailing with him. She is green and vomiting before they even board the ship but will not be deterred. All he can do is ensure she constantly drink to replenish the loss of liquid and wrap her in blankets against the cold air.

Yet against all odds they become friends on the ship and when they set up home in Tahiti. Their friendship deepens in a culture far different than they had known, and over the years becomes abiding love as they experience more joy than either had thought possible, more grief than either could bear alone.


My Review:

The year is 1803 in London and in a weird twist of fate, Luke and Hestor are married without even knowing each other. He’s leaving for the Islands in a fortnight and gives Hestor a choice: she can stay in London or come with him on the ship destined for the Southern Seas. Secretly, Hestor has always wanted to travel and this is her opportunity.

Luke and Hestor board the ship as strangers and in the end become lovers and dear friends. Through every trial (by water and land), they become stronger and so does their love.

I enjoyed reading this romance. The author takes the reader on an incredible journey and the characters are complex yet appealing. The way she describes the islands of the Southern Seas, like a true lover of the Tropics, is intoxicating and makes for a good story.

About 60% of the way through the story, though, everything changes. Suddenly, we’re no longer in a romance but in the realities of being missionaries in the 19th century. Life is hard and there are people murdered for no reason whatsoever. I found this part of the story jarring and the author never quite returned to the romance part.

All in all, a good way to escape to the Southern Seas for a lover of regency romance. I am hoping the next book in the series will be better.


Favorite Character:

Luke. Normally, I gravitate towards the female in historical romances but Luke is written with such a realistic flair that I couldn’t help but smile every time I read in his POV. He’s as endearing to me as the landscape the author describes.


My Rating: 3.5 stars


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Author Biography:

I grew up in the east end of London and then went where my husband’s work took him. We spent almost a decade in Polynesia before coming to live in New Zealand. “Our” small island was surrounded by never-ending sea and first inhabited years ago as Polynesians left “Havaiiki” in search of something better or simply different. They travelled on fragile trimarans should have sunk but survived the long voyage and they eventually found strings of glorious islands and atolls rising out of the sea.


Our travelling was easier. We flew from London to Fiji then sailed on over a spectacular Pacific Ocean. Our two small children vomited all the way and I vowed I would never move again: wherever we landeed we’d stay forever, I told myself and anyone else prepared to listen. But we arrived and were welcomed generously with a feast of food I’d only read about followed by singing and dancing and hand movements of extraordinary beauty.


I discovered for myself Polynesians were courageous people, intelligent and beautiful with a lusty appreciation of the physical and a very different set of values to those I knew and accepted as did the teachers, plumbers, nurses and doctors who were part of our expatriate community. Beliefs about sensuality and promiscuity were miles apart. Polynesians knew how to grieve and to experience joy, they took it for granted everything was to be shared whereas “sharing” was tantamount to theft to the Europeans. Put simply, Polynesians thought this was right and this was wrong and Europeans often thought the opposite. I had to learn that values were often simply (and painfully!) different, and accept a generosity that at times was overwhelming. For example one of the busiest women I’ve ever met was the pastor’s wife. A lot was expected of her from the villagers, she had a large family to care for yet at sunset found time to sit with me on her balcony and give me language lessons.


Eight years later my husband was offered work in New Zealand and it felt right to move on. Our children went to high school and I went back to work. Then a new chapter in my life began: a good friend enrolled at university and I followed her.


Some years later our daughter and children moved to Christchurch. I couldn’t get my practice going in a different city. I remembered a strange dream I had and decided I’d write a book. I didn’t know how difficult that would be! I didn’t give up, and I’m pleased about that.


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New Release: A Little Elfy in Big Trouble by @BarbCaffrey #MFRWAuthor #ASMSG #SFF




Author: Barb Caffrey

Genre: YA Urban Fantasy/Comedy/Romance


Book Blurb:

Young Bruno the Elfy and Sarah, his mostly-human teenage girlfriend, are in deep trouble. Bruno’s Elfy mentor Roberto the Wise is about to be sacrificed by a Dark Elf, and Sarah’s parents have decided to help the Elf rather than the Elfy. Things look bleak and are getting worse by the minute, but Bruno and Sarah have a number of allies — human, Elfy, and ghosts — that the Dark Elf can’t possibly expect. Can young love, desperation, and great unexpected power win out despite it all?


Exclusive Excerpt:

“Damn it!” a barely recognizable voice said through the darkness that surrounded Bruno. “Why isn’t he moving?”


Sarah? he tried to subvocalize, Is that you? But he was too weak; she didn’t seem to hear him, if, indeed, he’d subvocalized at all.


“He did a lot of magic today,” Rebecca said. “I think he overextended.”


“Why?” Sarah asked angrily. “Why did you let him do any magic at all?”


“He did it to save me,” Rebecca told her. After a brief pause, she went on in a tone Bruno was sure she normally reserved for her own daughter when Mikayla was being particularly obtuse: “And it wasn’t a matter of letting him. I couldn’t stop your young man doing whatever he wants even on my best day.”


How could I stand by and do nothing? he thought, before he passed out again.



::I need to talk with you,:: an old woman’s voice said imperiously, breaking through the cone of silence that seemed to surround Bruno’s awareness. ::But first, you have to wake up; Sarah needs you, needs your strength.::


::I’m …tired,:: he whined. ::All this stuff keeps happening, and now I hear someone else’s voice in my head when I can’t even be sure I’m hearing my own?::


::There’s a reason for all this, boy,:: he heard the old woman say. If indeed he heard her at all. ::You can’t afford to take time off. That Dark Elf will win if you aren’t there to oppose him. Besides, Sarah needs you more than she’s ever needed anyone, and you being like this has scared her half to death.::


::Why…do you care?::


::I care.:: She sniffed. ::But I won’t tell you why. Not yet.::


Bruno felt some energy trickling, then pouring, into him, and felt a second flow join it: two streams of energy, merging seamlessly into a single flood that brought in much more power than the two streams would have carried had they stayed separate. ::What? What?:: he sputtered.


::Sarah’s trying to Heal you,:: the voice interjected. ::I’m helping. You’re dangerously out of balance; you’ve done too much magic today without knowing what you’re doing.::


::I know that!:: Bruno replied hotly. ::I need more training. I wasn’t told that I was powerful, much less that I’m supposedly the most supremely powerful Elfy magician alive.:: He sneered. ::If I’m so zcucking powerful, why in the Hells is it that I keep fainting?::


::No need to swear, boy,:: he heard the voice say with what sounded like a ghostly chuckle. ::Although it is a very frustrating situation to be in, to be sure.::


::Why…the fainting?:: he repeated, trying to keep the swear words out this time.


::And the fact that you do need training, so what you’re doing is basically killing a flea with a sledgehammer. It works, certainly, but there are easier ways to do what you need.::


Bruno wondered why his own mind was talking with him like this; didn’t it just want rest? He set that thought aside and answered the voice with, ::Of course I don’t know them—I didn’t even know I was an Adept, much less so powerful that the Elfy High Council would throw me away.::


::What did they do, exactly?:: the old woman’s voice asked.


He summoned up a memory of the images he had garnered from Lady Keisha’s moving-picture show. As they flickered through his consciousness, he heard a hissing sound.


::They …dared?!:: the old woman’s voice sputtered. ::They dared that?!::


::Yes, they did,:: he said angrily, wondering why he was talking to his own mind this way—what could it mean? Was he going mad? ::And now I’m stuck here, and I don’t know much. I can communicate with Lady Keisha, but can’t go to her, and more importantly, my teacher Roberto is stuck here, too—so running away to anywhere else in the Human Realm with Sarah, even if we could, would be cowardly. I won’t do it. I have to help Roberto.::


::Let me think about this,:: he heard hollowly. ::I’ll get back to you soon. I need time.::


The old woman’s voice faded out, and he went back to sleep, wondering if it was all a nightmare.


* * *


“Bruno?” he heard Sarah ask.


He tried to open his eyes, but couldn’t; he had no energy. He couldn’t say anything, either out loud or by subvocalizing, and he was too tired to talk anyway. As he started to fade out again, he heard, “Stay with me, Bruno!”


“What’s wrong with him?” he heard Mikayla’s voice rising in the background. She sounds scared, he mused to himself. I wonder why?


“She’s scared, you idiot, because you’re ill!” Sarah yelled, apparently picking up his unwitting subvocalization. “Now, pay attention. I’m going to try to give you some more energy.”


You did that before, didn’t you? he subvocalized.


“Yes, yes, yes,” she said impatiently. “And you’ve roused, but you won’t stay that way unless I can give you some more. Rebecca and Samuel helped; they gave me the energy, and now I’m going to give it to you, you dimwit!”


He tried to smile; wasn’t sure he’d succeeded. Thank you, sweetheart, he said sincerely. I…he tried to say “love you,” but couldn’t get it out. He finished weakly with, care about you a great deal.


“I know you do,” Sarah replied, her voice soft. “Anyway, I’m going to give you some more energy now. Let’s hope it helps.”


What time is it? Shouldn’t you still be in school?


“It’s been hours, and I’m back. And I’ll be staying until you’re better, if not longer.” He had the sense that she’d stamped her foot, although he couldn’t hear anything; why was he so sure of it?


He faded out of consciousness again, only hearing brief snatches of words: “Imbalance…not sure what…keeps zoning out…” “Untrained…might hurt him worse…” “Lady Keisha…wouldn’t she…?” Then Sarah’s voice said imperiously, “Yes, she might know, but she’s not here, and anyway, I’m trying!”


You go, Sarah, he subvocalized weakly.


Sarah came up and grabbed his hand; he felt comforted by that, even though he couldn’t even open his eyes. He heard, “Something’s badly wrong, Bruno. I’m not sure what. Mikayla’s Mom told me you had to protect her twice today, and you used a whole lot of magic to do it. Maybe it has to do with that; I don’t know. I’m going to try to see what’s wrong; I thought I had a handle

earlier, but then you got worse again. Stay still.”


Like I can move? he pointed out subvocally, or tried to.


He felt something, something multicolored, opalescent, and caring, envelop his mind. He allowed this pleasant image to carry him away…


* * *


“Wha—” Bruno croaked, surprised to learn that his voice still worked after what seemed like ages since the last time he’d actually said anything out loud.


“He’s back!” he heard Mikayla cry out. “It worked, Sarah! It worked!”


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Author Biography:

Barb Caffrey is a writer, editor, musician, and composer. She holds two degrees and is an inveterate and omnivorous reader. Her short fiction is available in Bedlam’s Edge, How Beer Saved the World, First Contact Café, Stars of Darkover, Gifts of Darkover, and the forthcoming Realms of Darkover, while her poetry has been published in the Due North anthology, Joyful Online, Written Word online magazine and the Midwest Literary Review.  You can find Barb at Elfyverse.


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I’m so Grateful #MondayBlogs #gratitude #inspiration

happiness equals gratitude

Happy Gratitude Week!

In America, this Thursday is Thanksgiving and I’m so grateful for everything.

I’m grateful for being alive. Friday was one of the worst days of my life and due to health circumstances, I almost died. I went out to the grocery store and I had a nosebleed that wouldn’t stop. It was the scariest things I’ve ever experienced and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Thank you all for the prayers and I’m so blessed to be alive.

I’m grateful for my  husband, the love of my life and protector of all things pertaining to me. He took care of me, loved me and got down on his knees and prayed for my life. His unconditional love got me through this and I love him so much!

I’m grateful for my friends (both online and in person) who were so concerned for me. Thank you for your friendship and for caring for me.

I’m grateful to every follower I have. You’re so special to me and I really appreciate you. 

What are you grateful for?

No matter where you live, take a moment and give thanks for all you have. We’re all truly blessed!

<3 MRS N <3

Border Love by Alice Wootson #RomanticSuspense #bookspotlight #RWA


Title: Border Love

Author: Alice Wootson

Genre: Romance Suspense, Inspirational Fiction


Book Blurb:

Border Patrol agents Brooke Hudson and Darien McKee experience different situations while on assignment that shake their faith. Brooke considers resigning from the agency, but will try reassignment instead.
Darien is forced to transfer from the Yuma Sector after an incident in the desert. They are assigned as partners. A personal relationship develops between them. An incident occurs that makes it necessary for them to be assigned different partners, but they continue to see each other socially.
Brooke’s new partner makes a rash decision that puts her in jeopardy. Will her faith help her out of the dangerous situation?
Darien realizes he loves Brooke. When she disappears, he finds his faith returning as he searches for her. Will he find her in time?

A tremendous blast shook the area, slamming Brooke to the ground. Before she could assess her injuries, a second explosion scattered debris into the air, then a plume of flames shot up.

Brooke tried to look around, but thick dust hanging in the air almost blinded her. She squinted her eyes against flying shrapnel. Fragments, some lightweight, but others large enough to make her wince, pelted her. Her deep cough echoed that of others.

It seemed forever before the rumbling slowed. Even after it stopped, things continued to drop on and around her. Gradually the larger pieces stopped falling but smaller bits continued. Flat on the ground, Brooke stared around.

The traffic light over the intersection broke free of the line holding it. In a shower of sparks, it landed on an upside-down car. The broken power-line hissed and spit and writhed for a few minutes, then lay limp.

Street signs ripped from poles lay on the grass in front of the money-exchange building. The store looked as if a cannonball hit it. Shattered glass covered the ground. Objects continued to fall.

Brooke covered her head with her hands. Finally, the pelting slowed, then stopped. She coughed as dirt clouds continued to drift around her.

Still hacking, she lifted her head and shook it to stop the ringing in her ears.

She grabbed a tissue from her pocket, held it over her mouth and nose and looked around.

A woman sat on the sidewalk with her mouth open, but Brooke heard nothing. Tears streamed from the face of another woman and mixed with blood dripping from her forehead. Similar sights greeted Brooke wherever she looked. It was obvious some people were dead. She struggled to stand, but wobbled. Father, please help us.

“Steady.” Darien grabbed her to keep her from falling. “You okay?” He kept his hand on her arm. A thick layer of dust covered his face and uniform.

“What?” Brooke shouted.

“You’re hurt.” He touched her head.

Brooke frowned at the blood on his fingers when he pulled them away. She put her hand to the spot. The sting where she touched told her where the blood came from, but she felt no pain.

She continued to stare at Darien. Why was he whispering? Did he think she’d panic? She’d been hurt worse when she was a kid playing.

The ringing in her ears faded and she heard noises as if underwater. Finally, it sounded as if the whole world shouted with more sounds than she could’ve imagined.

Car alarms shrilled. Sirens wailed. Church bells two blocks away clanged, but a musician didn’t create the tune.

“Brooke? You okay?” Darien’s voice rose above the other sounds crashing around.

Brooke nodded, but was sorry. It felt as if her brain bounced against the inside of her skull.

“You might have a concussion.” He led her to the curb. “Sit until help comes.”

Brooke looked at a man surrounded by broken bricks and chunks of concrete. His head lay twisted at an unnatural angle and blood trickled from a wound. She glanced at people scattered like a game of Pick-Up Sticks. Lord, please ease their pain and suffering.

“You and I are the help until then.” She told Darien “You hurt?”

He shook his head. “I was on your other side and a little behind. You took the brunt of the impact.”

Brooke noticed a piece of sign on the ground. Only part of a word remained and a layer of dust covered it, but her eyes widened. She gasped. Her gaze flew to what was left of headquarters.

The foundation was still intact to a few yards high. Piles of rubble filled the space. One corner triangle held a desk and a chair that looked as if somebody threw them and let them stay where they landed. The door beside the desk hung open as if waiting for somebody to enter the office. Brooke continued to stare at the ruins. Dear Lord, so much destruction.

She tried not to think about who’d been in the building when she and Darien left. She wouldn’t make a mental count of how many staff members and officers were routinely on duty at this time. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer. Then she let her gaze pan to the right of the remains and a little beyond.

The blast demolished the guardhouse that only this morning stood solidly beside the bridge. It wasn’t needed now, anyway, since huge piles of building materials blocked entry from the bridge. The last cars to cross over from Mexico were smashed as efficiently as a junkyard machine would do. They peeped from the debris. One car lay on its side across the lanes.


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Author Biography:

Alice Greenhowe Wootson grew up in Rankin, a suburb of Pittsburgh, PA. She earned a Bachelor of Science Degree in Elementary Education from Cheyney University. Later in her career Alice earned a Masters’ Degree in Education, Principal Certification and Reading Specialist Certification. She retired from the School District of Philadelphia.


Alice Wootson in the award-winning author of eleven novels. She is also a poet and many of her poems have won awards and recognition. She is always working on her latest novel or piece of poetry.


She is a member of The Philadelphia Writers Conference, the Mad Poets Society, Romance Writers of America and The Authors Guild.


Alice has presented workshops for several chapters of Romance Writers of America, the Philadelphia Writers Conference, The North Wildwood Writers Conference, several Romance Slam Jam conferences as well for adult and children’s writing groups. She is happy to meet with book clubs and group of readers.


Alice Wootson is a member of several ministries at her church: Enon Tabernacle Baptist Church in Philadelphia.


She uses any spare time she can find reading, traveling and spending time with her husband, her sons and grandchildren.



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Pray for Me (MRS N) #meditation #prayer

Asking for help

I’m taking my own advice today and asking for help.

For the past week, I have been dealing with a horrible sinus infection. Normally, I can handle that. But this time, I have extra fun with nosebleeds. Every day, my nose (for whatever reason) starts bleeding non-stop.

I went to the doctor and he said it’s perfectly normal and I need time to heal. He offered surgery but I declined. I try to avoid surgery at all costs.

I strongly believe in the power of positive thinking and prayers/meditation. But I’m weak and in need of help.

Please pray/meditate that the nosebleeds stop permanently. Please pray/meditate for strength to return to my body. Please pray/meditate for my spirit to be boosted and for the smile to return to my face.

I thank you for listening and for standing with me in my time of need.


The British Agents Series by Award-Winning Author @mkmcclintock #bookpromo #amreading

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Adventure. Mystery. Romance.


MK McClintock is the award-winning author of historical romance and westerns, including the popular “Montana Gallagher” series and “British Agent” novels. She spins tales of romance, adventure, and mystery set in the 1800s. With her heart deeply rooted in the past and her mind always on adventure, she lives and writes in Montana.
Coming next is AN ANGEL CALLED GALLAGHER, a western holiday adventure and book five in the Montana Gallagher series. Also coming next is “Briley of Crooked Creek: A Western Short Story.”


Awards & Honors

  • 2015 Readers’ Favorite Silver Medal Book Winner for Alaina Claiborne
  • 2015 Readers’ Favorite 5 Star Book for Blackwood Crossing
  • 2015 RONE Award-Nominee for Blackwood Crossing and A Home for Christmas
  • 2015 Crowned Heart for Excellence from InD’Tale Magazine for Blackwood Crossing
  • 2014 RONE Award-Nominee for Alaina Claiborne
  • 2014 Crowned Heart for Excellence from InD’Tale Magazine for The Montana Gallagher Collection

MK is a member of Romance Writers of AmericaWestern Writers of America, and Authors of the Flathead.

Learn more about the author at www.mkmcclintock.com.


Genres: historical romantic westerns, historical romantic mysteries, western short stories


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The British Agents

Historical Romantic Mysteries

Alaina Claiborne by MK McClintock

Alaina Claiborne, Book One

Trappers Peak Publishing | 978-0615742502

Released January 8, 2013


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How far would you go to avenge your family and save the one you love?

Claiborne Manor, England – 1889
In nineteenth-century England, Alaina Claiborne had a loving family, a cherished friend, and idyllic life. Then tragedy strikes and her world is forever changed. Searching for those responsible is her only focus . . . until she meets Tristan.
Tristan Sheffield, a man of many talents, seeks out those who don’t want to be found. His past is filled with secrets and deeds he would rather leave deeply buried. However, when his life unexpectedly entwines with Alaina’s, he soon discovers they share more than a mutual desire to catch a murderer.
On their hunt for a man driven by greed, Tristan and Alaina find that love is the greatest weapon against evil, and they’ll stop at nothing to survive.
Be swept away by the stirring romance and unforgettable adventure of Alaina Claiborne, MK McClintock’s first British Agent novel. If you love romance, adventure, and mystery, then you’ll fall in love with the British Agents in Victorian England.


Setting: Victorian England | Sensuality Rating: PG-13


Alaina Claiborne Excerpt – Chapter 3


British Agent Safe House, Scottish Highlands—1887


Tristan stared at the stains covering his hands. He couldn’t tell where the dirt ended and the blood began. From across the room, he watched as Devon took his turn at the washstand. Charles sat on a stool nearby, his blood-stained shirt partially unbuttoned, revealing his bandaged chest.

Devon Clayton and Charles Blackwood had been with him on every mission since they joined the agency after they had all finished their studies at Oxford. For three years, they worked side by side, mission after mission, with the highest success rate in the agency. The youngest, brightest, and best trained, they were called on by Britain because they succeeded where others had failed. However, they had not expected this.

Tristan had killed men before—it came with the work—but he had always believed those killings had been justified. At the tavern they had done everything possible with their combined knowledge to save the woman and child who had unknowingly fallen victim to their hunt. Their target—the woman’s husband—had used her as a shield. Another man had used the child. They had never fired on a woman or child and had momentarily backed down—a mistake which cost too many lives, including two of their own.

Tristan replayed everything from the moment they had reached the tavern, attempting, in vain, to see any other way for a different outcome. There had been five agents and six men expected to be at the location. Their source had been mistaken or had betrayed them. There were eight men and the woman and child, sitting down to supper. Tristan and his agents did all they could to make the arrests without injury, but the men had refused to go peacefully.

He saw again the woman’s husband throw her into the middle of the ruckus as he attempted to escape out the back door. Charles shot the man. The other, who had used the child as a shield, had held a knife to the boy’s throat. As he tried to make his exit, the knife slipped.

Tristan remembered every man and every move. He had seen two of his agents go down, each taking a culprit with him. One had escaped, but he couldn’t recall how. They might be the best at what they did, but they had made a deadly mistake. Tristan once again studied his partners and friends. Neither would forget what happened either. The woman and child’s screams promised to haunt them all for years to come.

Tristan cleaned his hands, watching the blood darken the water. Some of it left a temporary stain on his hands, but a more permanent one stained his mind.

He nodded to his friends and they all left the room. They were due to return to England, and there were bodies to collect before they left.

 —Alaina Claiborne Excerpt ©MK McClintock


Praise for Alaina Claiborne

“This one is a winner. It broke my heart several times, the poignant moments she describes are so real.”

Deborah from The Bookish Dame Reviews


“Ms. McClintock succeeds in masterfully weaving both genres meticulously together until mystery lovers are sold on romance and romance lovers love the mystery! . . . Alaina and Tristan’s love unfolds in much the same way, starting as friends, then slowly and believably developing into an undying love the reader cheers for.” –InD’Tale Magazine


“With a strong female lead and a nice mix of both action and romance, this novel tops my list.”

-Judge, Writer’s Digest 21st Annual Self-Published Book Awards


“The balance between romance, mystery, and adventure was perfect. Usually one outweighs the other, so I was pleasantly surprised. In addition, the plot had some unexpected twists, which made the story that much more interesting. With memorable characters and an entertaining plot, Alaina Claiborne has it all.” —Readers’ Favorite


The British Agents

Historical Romantic Mysteries

 Blackwood Crossing Cover_MK McClintock

Blackwood Crossing, Book Two

Trappers Peak Publishing | 978-0991330607

Release: June 4, 2014


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If you had to make a choice, would it be loyalty or love?
Scottish Highlands – January 1892
Torn between loyalty to her family and refusal to marry a laird she despises, Rhona Davidson accepts a dangerous proposal from a man she knows only as Blackwood.
Leaving behind a life of leisure, Charles Blackwood bravely serves his country with honor and the skill of a trained British agent. When his newest case returns him to the wild Highlands of Scotland, he is faced with a choice between killing a man and saving the only woman he has ever loved.
Charles and Rhona join their lives, only to discover that their choices will result in bloodshed, unless they can uncover a truth long buried, deep in the Highland soil.
Author MK McClintock returns with swashbuckling heroes and courageous heroines in Blackwood Crossing, a story about buried secrets and second chances. If you enjoy clean historical romance with a touch of intrigue and adventure, then you’ll love this “absolute thrill ride of a mystery.”


Setting: Victorian England and Scotland | Sensuality Rating: G


Blackwood Crossing Excerpt – From Chapter 3


Davidson Castle, Northwest Highlands, Scotland


Charles listened to the howls of wind beyond the glass window panes and contemplated Rhona’s glances. When she had first set her eyes on him in the study, her gray eyes expressed no emotion beyond the anger directed at them all. Davidson had joined them for supper, but Rhona had remained absent throughout the meal.

Now he lay on a bed in one of many rooms gracing the interior of Davidson Castle. Unable to find solace in sleep, Charles, still clothed, removed himself from the bed and looked around the dark interior of the room. Charles and the others had discussed everything they knew about Davidson and his family, including his wealth, as a possible motive for whatever happened to his son, Wallace.

None of them believed that Wallace Davidson had been kidnapped. That he found himself in dire circumstances because of his older brother’s illicit actions remained to be seen. Using Rhona as a cover did not sit well with Charles, but to refuse the plan would be to give her father a reason to question their true motives.

“Bloody hell!” Charles’s whispered frustration dissipated in the quiet of the room. Resolved that he would find no peace on this night, he slid his feet into boots, lit the lantern Graham left for him earlier in the evening, and halted. The faint knock at his door led him to believe that either Tristan or Devon had been of the same mind to go downstairs. He turned the lantern up and walked quickly to the door. The soft hand reached out and connected with the side of his face.

“Bastard!” Rhona’s whisper wasn’t much of a whisper, and she looked down both halls before pushing past Charles into his room.

“I wondered how long that would take.” Charles leaned into the hall to ensure himself that no one had heard her. He gently closed the door, the resounding click making them both fully aware that neither of them should be there.

“I assume you are not here for the reasons we enjoyed on my last visit.” Rhona closed the distance between them, her palm once again meeting his cheek.

Charles immediately regretted his nastiness. “I deserved that.”

“That and more.” Rhona turned abruptly and walked past the edge of the light’s reach. “I want to know why.”

“Not that I don’t enjoy your lovely company, but I do like my head where it is. If your father or anyone else caught us—you want to know why what?” Charles walked toward her. The past two years and his deception created a barrier that stopped him from reaching out for her.

She turned to face him. “Why come back? I’d almost let myself believe I felt nothing for you.”

“I didn’t choose . . .” Charles reached for her, ignored her efforts to tug her arm loose from his grasp, and pulled her out of the shadows. “I came back now for the same reason I left—orders.”

“Everything was an order. Get close to me and make me . . . betray my family. Those were your orders?” She pulled at her arm and his fingers reluctantly loosened their grip.

Charles shook his head. “Nothing between us was an order, and I won’t apologize for what I told you back then.” Charles expected to see tears or regret in Rhona’s eyes, but the grayish-blue orbs revealed nothing.

“I shouldn’t be here. My maid doesn’t sleep soundly and at times wanders the halls.” She hesitated. “We were close enough to . . . I thought you would come back.”

Incredulous, Charles stepped toward her. “I wrote letters, and I returned once I resigned. Your father said you visited a cousin, but I went north to Skye, and they’d not seen you.”

“You came back?”

Charles slowly nodded and traced her smooth cheek with his finger. “Given my line of work, I should have been able to find you, but I contacted your other living relatives. None claimed you’d been there.”

“I wasn’t. I spent six months with a distant cousin on my mother’s side. I was in Caithness, and I never saw your letters.”  Rhona pulled the edges of her shawl close to her body and walked toward the door.

Charles deemed her last letter now irrelevant, certain it was not she who told him to stay away. “Why did you never to return to England?”

With one hand on the door handle, Rhona slowly turned around. “How do you know I didn’t?” Her hand slipped from the handle. “You watched for me?”

Charles remained silent.

Rhona closed her eyes and breathed deeply. “There was nothing for me there. When you saved me that day on the road, did you know who I was before you came north?”

“No, it wasn’t until I saw you again here. When I learned you were Davidson’s daughter, I tried to forget you, set you from my thoughts, but nothing I did worked. It was never my intention to cause you pain.”

“And yet, you did, but I made my choices, too.” Rhona steadied her eyes on his. “My father hates your people with such passion. He would not have told either of us the truth. If I had known you came back . . .” Rhona’s hand reached once more for the door.

“He hates the British, but you had an English tutor.”

“That was my mother’s doing.” She pressed down on the handle, but Charles stilled her movements.

“Did you ask for the marriage?”

Rhona attempted to push Charles away. When she failed, she turned angry eyes on him. “It does not matter because the deed is done.”

“When was it decided? Not when we were—”

She shifted and leaned back to look into his eyes. “No. There’s never been anyone else.”

“Then when?”

“A few days ago. It’s not uncommon.”

Charles could have left it alone, asked her if she wanted to marry Crawford, but he let seconds pass. Rhona leaned toward him briefly, and Charles wondered if she might stay. He prayed she would. She smelled of heather and lavender, and the fragrant scents sparked memories of a night years ago when he held her in his arms as they lay in a blanket of heather near the woods.

“I’m sorry.” Her whispered words barely reached his ears before she quietly exited the room.


—Blackwood Crossing Excerpt ©MK McClintock



“Ms. McClintock weaves a thick tapestry of mystery and romance in her historical setting . . . Multiple twists and unexpected alliances hook the reader into her complex tale . . . Bravo Ms. McClintock!” —InD’Tale Magazine


“In Blackwood Crossing, the second volume of the British Agent Novels, the reader will find themselves on an absolute thrill ride of a mystery, a ride they won’t want to get off! Author MK McClintock has done a fabulous job in writing a fantastic romance, mystery, and piece of historical fiction, all in one, certainly no easy feat. ”

Readers’ Favorite


“For avid readers of historical romance, you will not be disappointed. The book has all the elements you love – suspense, mystery, murder, intrigue, adventure, high-speed chase, and romance all wrapped up in the everyday lives of 19th century aristocracy in England and Scotland.”

—Donna McBroom Theriot, reviewer at mylifeonestoryatatime.com

The British Agents

Historical Romantic Mysteries

Clayton's Honor by MK McClintock

Clayton’s Honor, Book Three

Trappers Peak Publishing | 978-0991330652

Released April 29, 2015


Print | Kindle | Amazon UK | Nook | Large Print | BookBub


Would you give up duty for the sake of your honor?

County Wexford, Ireland – 1892
On the windswept shorts of Ireland, Anne Doyle lost her father to a foolish war and her mother to madness. Left with debt and an ancient family home, she struggles to keep the rest of her family together even as an enemy attempts to take them away. After witnessing a brutal murder, Anne must enlist aid from the only family she has left if she is to save those she loves.

Devon Clayton had no intentions of leaving behind his life of adventure and danger, but when he is charged with protecting a witness and her family, he must choose between duty to the country he serves and a woman who tests his honor and willingness to change.
Together they will discover that nothing is what it seems and that without honor, love and life are for nothing.

Clayton’s Honor is the third book in MK McClintock’s British Agent series. If you love clean historical romance with a dash of mystery, then you’ll enjoy this captivating adventure set in the rolling hills and crumbling castles of Ireland.


Setting: Victorian England and Ireland | Sensuality Rating: PG


Clayton’s Honor Excerpt – From Chapter 1


County Wexford, Ireland—February 4, 1892


Could they hear her? If she moved deeper into the shadows, could she sneak away? If she loosened the grip on her lungs and took the deep breath she desperately needed, would they find her? The heady stench of copper filled the air of the great hall, the dank stone walls doing little to block the scent of death. The carpets beneath her slippered feet masked her first step. Back one, and then two. She ducked behind a heavy tapestry, one of the few left in the old castle.

Masked under a cloak of clouds and desperation, she escaped out the servants’ entrance, confident that the cook and single housemaid would not see her. Wet slush and rain combined to make her retreat difficult. She could not risk discovery by hailing someone and beseeching them for a ride. Her own two feet must carry her the miles to Brannon Cottage.

The noise of the carriage wheels competed with that of the storm, but she did not mistake the sound of the small rocks as they ground and rolled over one another. She hurried behind a nearby copse of blackthorn and waited. Lights from the carriage lanterns broke through the darkness as the conveyance approached. The man in the driver’s seat sang “She Is Far from the Land faintly heard through the wind. After he passed, Anne set one foot in front of the other and paused. Her fear overpowered her desire for warmth. She could do this. It was only four miles.

One worn slipper almost fell from her foot when she stepped in a small slush of wet snow. Colder now, she pressed forward. One mile. Two miles. Three. She must reach him before they realized she was gone. Anne flailed and her body lurched to the ground. Her arm scraped over a sharp stone that sliced through her cloak. The faint clatter of bottles in her satchel managed to reach her ears over the harsh howl of the winds.

Anne rose to all fours and then stopped and knelt on the sodden road, choking back a trail of tears as they coursed down her already wet skin. She tucked soaked locks of her long hair beneath her wet bonnet. Drawing on pure need, Anne pushed up from the ground and continued down the dirt road. She did not know the Brannons well. They visited Ireland once or twice a year, and yet the only person on this earth she could hope to trust was currently on holiday and using the Brannons’ cottage. Ten years had passed since she’d last seen him.

The tidy two-story stone structure appeared as though from the fog. Soft, white flakes fell in time with her heavy breaths but lasted only the time it took for her to reach the front door.

With knuckles cold and weak, Anne managed to knock. The sound of fist against wood was pathetic even to her. She knocked louder and waited. She heard someone remove the door latch and a tall, familiar man opened the portal. “Anne, whatever are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry, Charles. You sent word you’d be here, and I know we were to meet tomorrow.”

A beautiful woman with soft red curls stepped into the front room, still clad in her robe. “I heard you open the door. Is everything all right?” The woman looked at Anne.

Charles motioned the woman forward. “This is my cousin, Anne Doyle. Anne, this is my wife, Rhona.”

Rhona reached out and welcomed her. “You’re shivering and cold. Come and sit by the fire.”

Anne wanted to cry all over again. Kindness had been a rare commodity in her life these past few years.

Charles helped her into a chair and covered her with a blanket. “What are you doing out alone on a night like this?”

Anne’s eyes welled with tears. “Something terrible has happened. I need your help.” Anne lifted her leather bag over her head and set it on the floor, revealing the long and bloody tear in her cloak.


—Clayton’s Honor Excerpt ©MK McClintock


Praise for Clayton’s Honor

“Ms. McClintock is a master of making the written language beautiful. Her descriptions of the Irish and English landscape have a lyrical quality; the words jumped off the page like musical notes. It was intriguing how Anne’s life mirrored the rolling hills and crumbling castles in Ireland.”—Tulips (Amazon Reviewer)


“I sat captivated from the beautiful cover to the last page. There’s a mystery, murder, lies, secrets, and of course romance. Anne is my kind of heroine.”—Leah Weller (Amazon Reviewer)


“Clayton’s Honor is a story, very descriptive with a good story line. The book gives you a good visual of the era and what is going on from one moment to the next. I love the mystery, deception and how it all comes together in the end.”  —Joie L. Betterly (Amazon Reviewer)

The British Agent Collection

Includes Alaina Claiborne, Blackwood Crossing, and Clayton’s Honor

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The first three British Agent novels in one volume.

Cambron Press | 978-0996507660 | Historical Romantic Mystery

Released August 14, 2015


Amazon | Amazon UK

UNCommon Bodies by @PavartiKTyler #bookpromo #Freakshow #anthology

NEW RELEASE: UnCommon Bodies is a collection of stories curated by Pavarti K. Tyler that span across genres to explore the lives of the odd, the unbelievable, and the impossible

UCB CoverSUMMARY: Step right up to the modern freakshow — We have mermaids, monsters, and more. You won’t be disappointed, but you may not get out alive.

UnCommon Bodies presents a collection of 20 beautifully irreverent stories which blend the surreal and the mundane. Imagine a world where magic exists, where the physical form has the power to heal or repulse, where a deal with the devil means losing so much more than your soul.

PRE-ORDER NOW for Release on 11/24. FREE on Kindle Unlimited. Amazon.com

INCLUDES STORIES BY: Philip Harris, Sessha Batto, Robb Grindstaff, Brent Meske, Sally Basmajian, Robert Pope, Keira Michelle Telford, Jordanne FullerMichael Harris Cohen, Deanne Charlton, P.K. Tyler ,Bey Deckard , Vasil Tuchkov, Laxmi Hariharan, Samantha Warren, Rebecca Poole, Daniel Arthur Smith, S.M. Johnson, Kim Wells, Christopher Godsoe, and Bob Williams

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Meet Fish From Chump Change by Jeff Lee #CharacterInterview #books @jfredlee

It’s time for another interview and this time it’s my great pleasure to introduce Fish from Chump Change (written by Jeff Lee) to you all. Fish, why don’t you introduce yourself to everyone:

I dunno, not sure I’m all that special. Hell, I’ve got an eye on each side of my nose and my legs reach all the way to the ground. Add a pair of arms that are sleeved in tattoos and healthy dose of wise-ass, and you’ve pretty much got the whole package. My mother used to joke that they broke the mold before they made me. I mean, I’ve done a lot of different things in my life. Shipping and receiving for a big department store; been a restaurant line cook and a sous chef. Worked for a big-time, downtown law firm, helping the rich avoid the consequences of their actions. (Christ, whatever you do, don’t get me started on lawyers. Please!) Now I practice a little law here, a little bail jumper apprehension and vehicle repossession there. And when we’re not doing that, the two junior members of the firm and I try to spend as much time as we can lickity-splitting up and down the coast on our Harleys. Look, at the end of the day, if we’ve done what we said we’d do; didn’t fracture any major statutes getting it done; and nobody’s wearing any fresh plaster on their extremities, then it was a good day. And if I’ve managed to royally piss off one attorney or A-list player, then life is good.


NN Light: What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

Not knowing  when to keep my big, fat pie-hole buttoned & shut. You diss the mayor of a city the size of Los Angeles, or insult the worldwide head production for one of the major studios in a meeting, and they’re gonna come looking for a little payback. And sometimes, these bozos get pretty damn creative about it. But then again, hey, screw ‘em if they can’t take a joke.

NN Light: What is your greatest extravagance?

Hell, with what I do for a living, I can afford a number of things some people might see as extravagances. Like a house up on the cliffs in the Malibu barrio. And Kenny, Einstein and me fiddle-farting around on about 150K worth of custom Harleys. But, that’s just stuff. The real extravagance is that I only work with people I want to work with. If I don’t like a client, I can tell them to blow it out their little brown star, and walk away. And I’ve got friends – not just acquaintances. But guys (and women) I would trust with my life. Because I have. In a town like this, that’s an extravagance almost nobody can brag about.

NN Light: What is the quality you most like in a woman?

OK, beauty is definitely up there. I mean, in the final analysis, I am a guy. And L.A. is the paparazzi capital of the whole freakin’ world. But if a woman doesn’t take herself or this stupid town too seriously, if there’s a well-developed brain behind those gorgeous eyes, then yeah. She definitely has my attention.

NN Light: If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Maybe get myself in better shape. What can I say? I love to cook and I’m pretty damn good at it. So, maybe I’m a little more aerodynamic than I’d like to be. Especially with what I, and my two buds do for a living. I mean, sometimes, a simple bench warrant roundup can turn into a full-contact sport.

NN Light: What do you most value in your friends?

Honesty, loyalty and a sense of humor. Look, when it comes to stuff like this, I’m old school. I need to know my friends aren’t going to try to stick it to me when I’m not looking, because that’s something I just wouldn’t do. If you’re a friend of mine, I need to know that you’ve got my back, come Hell or high water. Because I’ve definitely got yours. And if I bust your gonads over a poker bluff you couldn’t turn, a date gone sideways, or even an ugly gift you picked out for your wife, I need you to be able to laugh with me. What’s more important, I want you to be able to return my little digs in spades. That’s what I look for in a friend.

NN Light: What is your motto?

“Non illigitamus carborundum.”

It’s Latin for, “Don’t let the bastards grind you down.”


Thank you, Fish, for that, ummm, honest interview. (chuckles) To read more about Fish and his adventures in L.A., check out:


Title:   Chump Change

Author:   Jeff Lee

Genre:    Comedy/crime/mystery/thriller/satire


Book Blurb:

You think being the Bounty Hunter and Repo Guy to the Stars is easy? Just talk to “Fish” Fishbein. If he isn’t trying to round up a heavily lubricated ex-rocker, he’s flying down the freeway in a repoed Wiener Mobile, chased by the pistol-packing deadbeat who owns it.

A bail bondsman hires him to track down a crew of un-wise guys who blew off their court date to snatch L.A.’s monthly parking meter take — 300 grand in quarters. Then they start dropping like flies. And Fish has to catch the killer.

Maybe it’s the city’s armed and dangerous Parking Meter Czar. Or his brother-in-law, a corrupt televangelist who needs some serious coin to bankroll his foray into Bible-based porn. Or the Rev’s wife and co-minister, who’s several clicks beyond bonkers about toddler beauty pageants. Or, it just might be the defrocked talent agent who’s dying to make Fish a reality TV star.

With more than seven tons of quarters at stake, bodies are dropping faster than turn-downs on America’s Got Talent. And if Fish and his hog-riding buds, Kenny and Einstein, don’t nab the killer in a hurry, they could get eliminated themselves.

   Chump Change is author Jeff Lee’s third book in his Adventures in La-La Land series, following The Ladies Temperance Club’s Farewell Tour and Hair of the Dog. If you enjoy the whacko characters, situations and fast pace that Janet Evanovich, Carl Hiaasen and Elmore Leonard bring to the party, check out all of Fish Fishbein’s big adventures.

WARNING: Contains some of the most hysterical erotica scenes ever written. 


Exclusive Excerpt:

“Yeah, I’m pretty damn happy to see you too.” Fish lifted Beast up and for a few moments, it was hard to tell which of the two pack members was happier to see the other.

Then, right in the middle of madly pumping his tiny legs in mid-air and trying to lick Fish’s nose, the little dog suddenly stiffened and started growling and barking in the direction of the front. Fish set him back down and Beast tore off for the front of the house, trailing a non-stop torrent of angry barks and growls that would have been more menacing, had he been about seventy pounds heavier.

A few months ago, right after their run-in with the hit man who talked like Marilyn Monroe, Fish had security around Big Dog Recoveries’ world headquarters building seriously beefed up.

Now there were motion sensors in the hallways and every window and exterior door was wired. And about a half dozen security cameras now kept an eye peeled 24/7 on the inside and outside of the house, including the front door.

While the doorbell was serenading the interior of the house with an eighties Aussie rock band musically musing Who Can It Be Now, Fish took a second to eyeball the video screen on the wall next to the door.

Some bozo was standing on the welcome mat, looking all Fred MacMurray in a shapeless, conservative business suit.

Fish didn’t have much of an issue with that. You didn’t see a lot of three-piece banker’s suits around this part of Malibu, but what the hay.

But he did have a problem with the way this stranger checked the snub-nosed .38 in his hand and then shoved it back into the waistband of his slacks.

He pushed the talk-back button on the monitor.


The man at the door was startled by Fish’s voice and jumped a little, almost dropping his gun.

“You Morris Fishbein?”

“Maybe. Why?”

Without taking his eyes off the monitor, Fish reached behind and back into the kitchen. The junk drawer was at the top of a floor cabinet where the kitchen counter ended at the doorway.

“Because you and I need to have a talk,” came back over the intercom.

Fish slid the drawer open, rooted around and pulled out a nine millimeter Glock trailing a couple of rubber bands and miscellaneous bits of flotsam and string. Sure, the gun wasn’t loaded, but the guy on the other side of his door probably wouldn’t have that piece of intel.

“OK, Wild Bill. This here’s a gun-free zone. You want to come in … then leave your six-shooter on the chair by the door.”

“Gun?” His visitor shrugged into the monitor, trying to look innocent and clueless. “What gun?”

Fish made a loud buzzer sound. “Ehhnck! Wrong answer, buckaroo. X gets the secret square. You want to try Rose Marie to block?”

“C’mon, it’s completely legal,” Fish’s wanna-be visitor fired back as he flipped open his wallet and held an official looking, City of L.A. stamped card up to the camera. “I even got a permit to carry. See?”

“So do a lot of other people, Hoss. But you don’t see any of them around here, either.”

The man on the monitor sighed in resignation. Then he grumbled under his breath as he pulled the pistol from his belt and set it on the chair next to the door.

“Good,” Fish took another look at the monitor, where the metal detector’s LED was still glowing red.

“Now, the back-up piece.”

On the monitor, his visitor opened his mouth to protest.

Then he had second thoughts, lifted his foot onto the chair and pulled a small caliber automatic from the holster velcroed around his ankle, and left it sitting next to its larger cousin.

“You happy now?”

“Uh huh, like the pig that found out it was too late for the luau,” Fish chuckled. “Just one more question, cowboy. Who the hell are you?”

The man dug a business card holder out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket and held one of his cards up in front of the camera.

Fish could make out the official city of Los Angeles seal, but that was about it.

“The name’s Harry Fairweather.”

Fish unlocked the door and pulled it open, keeping the hand with the unloaded Glock out of view.

“Hey, Harry. Call me Fish.”

He held out his free hand for his visitor to shake, but the man pressed his business card into it, so Fish took a second to read over the card.

“Hmm, so when did the city of L.A. start making armed house calls?”

“You all done being cute, wise-ass? Can we talk now, or do I have to wait for the end of your show?”

“Mighty big words, Hopalong. Especially for a guy who left his shootin’ irons out in the front yard.”


Buy Links:

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Jeff Lee

Author Biography:

Born near New York City and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, Jeff Lee has spent his entire writing career in Los Angeles. For more than 35 years, he has been a copywriter, producer and creative director for some of the advertising industry’s most recognizable agencies, winning numerous awards for his creativity and wise-ass sense of humor. Typical for his industry, none of those ad agencies are still in business, but Jeff appears to have pretty solid alibis for the deaths of each one.

Retired from advertising, Jeff now spends his time on his own writing, having produced four novels – The Ladies Temperance Club’s Farewell Tour, Hair of the Dog, Chump Change and Bird Boy. Each of these books debuted to rave reviews, garnering all 4 and 5-star reviews.

Trained as a cook in the Army, he still enjoys being creative in the kitchen, and admits that few things in life compare with the thrill of discovering you’ve just given a nasty case of food poisoning to 140 heavily-armed troops.


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Twitter: @jfredlee


Website: jeffleewriter.weebly.com



Take Time to Do What Makes Your Soul Happy #inspiration #happiness

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What makes your soul happy?

I know this is an odd question to ask but think about it. What is one thing that brings you unadulterated joy?

I’ll let you in on a little secret. Coloring with crayons makes my soul happy. It reminds me of my childhood and it allows me to be five years old.

I urge you to find what makes your soul happy and incorporate it into your life. Allow yourself pure happiness.

What makes your soul happy? I’d love to hear your thoughts. If you feel like it, please share below. I promise, I won’t judge. :)


The Truth is Out There by Brannon Hollingsworth #bookreview #SFF @FourFoolsPress



Title: The Truth Is Out There (Tenet’s Tales Book 0)

Author: Brannon Hollingsworth

Genre: Paranormal, Science Fiction, Action


Book Blurb:

Matt Olsen is on the trail of something that just might get him killed. Reporting for The Orbis Observer, a yellow rag that’s cracked cases like Area 51 and Bigfoot, Matt’s used to tangling with the paranormal. Now, he’s tracking the Hantu Jarang Gigi: the legendary ape-men spirits of the Malaysian jungle. What Matt doesn’t know is that something in the steamy maze is also tracking him…and it might just change his life forever…or end it.

The first in a series of action-packed, supernaturally-laced stories known as Tenet’s Tales, The Truth is Out There is sure to please fans of The Dresden Files, The Sandman Slim Series, and The Secret Histories.


My Review:

Google will get you killed. Take it from me.

That’s the opening line to this fast-paced paranormal short story. Matt Olsen is your typical reporter specializing in the supernatural. This time, he’s in Malaysia on the hunt for the Hantu Jarang Gigi, a bone-sucking species on the hunt for truth and knowledge. Matt doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into and who’s after him. Will he survive or will his own death be his last headline?

This is the second book I’ve read by Brannon and Four Fools Press. While this is reminiscent of The Dresden Files, Brannon’s own voice comes through clearly. The imagery is so vivid, it made my pulse race. The story has an X-Files feel and the action scenes were incredible!

I’m hooked on this series and I can’t wait to read the next installment.

The truth is out there… are you ready?


Favorite Quote:

Google will get you killed. Take it from me.


My Rating: 5 stars


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Brannon Hollingsworth


Author Biography:

Brannon Hollingsworth was born to create. An author, speaker, poet, publisher, game designer, content creator, script writer, art director, and unapologetic Christ-follower, Brannon is a passionate creator and teacher of youth who promotes family-oriented ministries. Brannon is the proud father of five, four of whom are home-schooled. By day, he writes and produces entertainment and educational content from his top-secret, hidden base in north Alabama. By night, he creates new ideas with boundless enthusiasm.


Brannon is the co-author of H20 the novel, the first in the Eternal Elements Series, from AMG Publishers. His other recent works include the comic “Sundered” (for Awful Good Games), “Tenet’s Tale”, part of the mosaic novel Skein of Shadows from Dark Quest Publishing; “Firestarter”, part of The Guestbook, an Amazon best selling horror anthology from Four Fools Press, The Truth Is Out There, and Ambush (the first and second part in the new supernaturally-laced Tenet’s Tales series), and last but not least, Robot Dad, which is his first foray into fully illustrated children’s’ books.


Brannon has also been published extensively in the role-playing industry, writing fiction and designing games for several publishers including: Paizo Publishing, Sword & Sorcery Studios, Green Ronin Press, Bastion Press, Sovereign Press, Necromancer Games, Atlas Games, Fantasy Flight Games, Eden Studios, Skeleton Key Games, Ignitus Innovations, Wandering Men Studios, Dark Quest Games, Ambient, Inc., and Citizen Games. Brannon has also been published in several role-playing periodicals such as Dragon Magazine, Gaming Frontiers, and The EN World Player’s Journal. He was also a co-creator and producer of his own card based role-playing game, Untold, called “…a clever idea well executed…” and “Excellent” by Forbes. Recently, Brannon also participated in the highly successful Sundered World Kickstarter by writing the seminal “Issue 0” of the plane-spanning comic, Sundered.


Brannon’s publications are not limited to game design and fiction, however, as he also creates online content, such as educational and entertainment videos for sites such as YouTube, Udemy, Curious, PublicVine, and others. Recently, a children’s video series he wrote and co-created, The PicTrain, was optioned by TBN, the Trinity Broadcast Network, also known as the largest Christian cable channel on the planet.


Social Media Links:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/FourFoolsPress

Four Fools Press: Crazy Good Stories – http://fourfoolspress.blogspot.com

All aboard the PicTrain – http://www.youtube.com/user/ThePicTrain & http://www.pictrain.com

Be the artist you want to be! – https://www.youtube.com/user/HowtoDrawAndPaint & http://www.drawingteachers.com/

Unboxing Toys For Girls and Boys – https://www.youtube.com/user/UnboxingToysChannel

Daily Blogs/Vlogs & Weekly Giveaways – http://www.goodreads.com/brannon_hollingsworth


Reviewed by: Mrs. N

Dugan’s Creek by Penny Estelle #PNRThursday #MFRWAuthor #PNR @PennysTales

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Title: Dugan’s Creek


Author: P. A. Estelle


Genre: Paranormal Romance





A devastated Heather Stone is driving eight hundred miles to cry on her sister’s shoulder, after her boyfriend of three years has dumped her.


He needed space!  Our sex life is boring!  You need to find the passion that’s been lost!


“Well, screw you!” she yells, just as her overheated car, pings, coughs, and shudders to a stop on a deserted road by the Arizona eastern border.  Could anymore happen to her?  She grabs her purse and starts walking.  The sign Dugan’s Creek, leads her to an oasis of lush foliage and rushing water to cool off her blistered feet.


The sun starts to set and Heather is thinking this might not have been the smartest move.  Moving shadows and night sounds from the brush lets Heather know she isn’t alone at Dugan’s Creek.





“Space?” Heather asked slowly.

“Look…” Steve stopped, running his hand through his hair.  “Yea – space.”

“No, please,” Heather said, folding her arms across her chest, “continue with what you were going to say.”

Steve plopped down on the Ethan Alan black leather, no-armed straight back chair. “It’s us, Heather.  We’ve been together for more than three years and…and, well it’s just not fun anymore.”

She took her Liz Claiborne suit jacket off and carefully hung it on a dining room chair.  “Well excuse me if one of us needs to play the part of an adult.”

“Christ, Heather, we never go out.  This is October!  We have had to back out of 2 different Halloween parties because you have unexpected obligations.  Don’t you remember our plan?  I was going as the werewolf and you were going to be Little Red Riding Hood?”  He watched as her face turned angry.  “Couldn’t you just tell them, ‘Sorry, I’ve got plans?”

“Not if I want to get somewhere in this company!  I thought you were with me on this?” She started pacing.  “It’s all make believe, Steve.  It used to be fun to pretend, but we have to grow up.  You…you have to grow up!”


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Paranormal Romance Tour 7


Hop over to check out the other 11 blogs participating in this weekly blog tour:


Daisy Banks – https://daisybanks.wordpress.com/

Carmen Stefanescu – http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/

Lyndi Lamont – http://lindalyndi.com/reading-room-blog/

Cassandra Ulrich – http://cassandraulrich.blogspot.com/

Margo Bond Collins – http://www.MargoBondCollins.com

Adrienne Woods – https://woodsadrienne.wordpress.com/

Flossie Benton Rogers – http://flossiebentonrogers.com/blog/

Julie A. D’Arcy – http://juliedarcystoryweaver.blogspot.com.au/

M S Kaye – http://booksbymsk.com/

Kimb Kasch – http://www.kimbrakasch.com

Penny Estelle – www.pennyestelle.blogspot.com 


Under Cover Knights Series by @LiviaQuinn #ASMSG #IAN1 #MFRWAuthor

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In November all proceeds for Her First Knight go to veterans’ charities. Her First Knight (The Beginning) is the prequel.


Hard Day’s Knight, Book 1 in the Under Cover Knights

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Is he a real hero, or just a pretender?


The tall, dark and deadly looking mercenary Delilah Burke confronts at the robbery scene is sexy as sin, and apparently “saved the day”, but is anything about him real?


Ex-Navy officer Luc Larue knows how it looks when the sexy cop and her partner respond to a silent alarm at the grocery where he stopped for a six-pack after work. Luc’s job with KPI requires certain…attire, and equipment.


Once she finds out what he does for a living, and that he’s not a real hero, she probably won’t agree to see him again, much less hear his proposition.


Each day reveals more to Del of the enigma that is Luc Larue. The guy is golden, perhaps too good to be true. Then, trouble arrives from out of his past and Del is faced with a choice – does she believe the evidence against Luc, or trust her heart?





“Was there something else you needed… Mr. Larue?”


He chuckled easily. “Yes, actually… Officer Burke.”


His eyes were on her chest and when Del looked down she realized he hadn’t been admiring her bust—darn—but looking at her badge. Her brows furrowed.


“Sorry, I was looking for your rank, Off—may I call you Del?”


Delilah started to protest but really, what was the point? He wasn’t a suspect, and he seemed like an okay guy—Navy reservist, gainfully employed, heroic citizen and all. She put the whole sense of “wrongness” yesterday down to the oddities of the circumstances and his attire. That gave her the slightest pause, because she was known for her instincts and she’d been wrong about him. Oh, come on, Del, you were doing your job, covering the bases.


She didn’t really want to encourage someone who’d been a suspect for even those few seconds, but he was way too easy to like, and she was getting those boy-howdy-would-we-like-to-jump-his-bones urges out of a rarely heard from region below her gun belt. She sent the little miscreants a Now-is-not-the-time message. They ignored her as well, whining when Luc placed one hip on the corner of her desk, allowing her to catch an enticing whiff of his scent, mingled with some kind of musky after shave. An image of him standing in front of his mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist as he applied that after shave… earth to Burke. Earth to Burke! The man is speaking.


She shrugged. Why not?


“I have a proposition for you.” Ha. Now they’d stopped whining and were fist pumping, yes!


No, she thought, gritting her teeth.


“Wait, you haven’t heard me out,” he said, frowning.


Great, she’d spoken out loud. “I’m sorry, I was… had my mind on something else.” Like the way he filled out that t-shirt. The cut of his torso, the way those muscles bunched at the slightest of movements, how that gleaming black hair would feel in her hands.


“Hear me out, please. I need a female officer for BE day.”


Oh, right, some kind of kinky sex game where he’d “be” the bad “Merc” and she’d “be” the one with the handcuffs.


He smiled, watching her thoughts move across her features as that scene presented itself.  “Officer, you’ve got a dirty mind.”


She wasn’t usually so readable. She scowled at him. “Larue, I don’t have all day.”


“Luc,” he reminded. “Okay, I’m serious. There’s a group of kids I’m presenting a program to Saturday afternoon. My expert for Saturday had to back out due to his wife going into labor early with twins.”


“You’re not by any chance talking about Detective Dunbar?”


“Yeah. So you know Tony. He’s done it for me the last couple of times. He’s always a hit with the young ladies.”


“He would be.” Tony Dunbar was an Italian charmer with five daughters and six sisters. “He’s charmed some of the most intractable suspects into confessing. What exactly is it, Larue?”


“Saturday is what we call BE day at LTF—that’s Larue Teens Forward, the old gym turned teen center.” Del had heard of the teen center and, involuntarily—the report about possible deviant behavior at the martial arts studio crept into her mind.


“It’s a pretty big deal. Some of the kids bring friends who are interested in seeing what the group is about. We have experts in different fields in weekend clothing answering questions about what they do.”


“Kind of like a career day?”


“Like that, but many of these kids were cast aside, expelled or otherwise fell through the cracks of society. We work to bring them back on their own terms into a stable and safe environment through mentoring.”


Damn, if she didn’t watch it, she’d fall for this guy. And he was so not her type. They were at it again, Aww, yes he is, he’s-our-type—Del ignored them.


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Her First Knight (The Beginning): Book 2 in the Under-Cover Knights

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Ridge Romano is an intelligent man, an inventor, veteran, CEO and mentor. His work with veterans depends on his reputation. So how did he end up on stage during a Strip Bingo contest with a hundred women screaming at him to “Take it off.” Now he has to figure out how to escape before he’s recognized, but it may already be too late. The sexy redhead who’s been watching him looks eerily familiar.


Buffy Calloway has been hearing, “You’ll know when the right one comes along” all her life. She knows when she sees the man on stage that he’s the one to be the face of her new model agency and studio, and the one she’ll spend the rest of her life with. He’s a little harder to convince.




Looking at Ridge she saw he had relaxed, and within a few minutes the men were all sharing their stories with him, from Earl, the World War II vet to her grandfather who’d served in Vietnam. Then her father and Luc answered his polite questions about their own service.


Luc asked, “How’s the Vote looking?”


“It’s still too close to call but we’re not going to give up.” He ran his hand through his hair.


“If you don’t mind my asking, how did you know who I was?” He looked over at Buffy suspiciously. She just cocked her head wide-eyed. Not me.


“Oh, man, that picture in the Washington Post went global. Some of the guys in my unit saw it and said it had to be a publicity stunt to bring attention to the Vote.” Ridge looked off. “You mean it wasn’t?” Luc shook his head. “Well, surely it gave you some increased visibility.”


Ridge said, “Good and bad, it seems.”


“Well, as long as the good wins.” Luc smiled.


Buffy’s grandfather asked Ridge to explain more about how the program would work and then Buffy knew it was safe to leave Ridge in their hands. He had a completely supportive audience.


In the kitchen Buffy’s mother looked at the other three women and ground out, “It irritates me when you keep me out of the loop. He’s the one, isn’t he?” Her eyes lit with strategic fire. “Isn’t he, Lana Jean Calloway?”


Buffy couldn’t help but smile. She hadn’t heard her full name in that tone of voice since she was eight. “No one’s keeping anything from you, Mom. I’m sure if you ask Ridge right now if he’s the one, he’d back out of here quicker than you could say gumbo. Please don’t blow it.”


“You knew about this, Mother,” Pamela said, calling Lillie by her affectionate nickname, to make her point of why she shouldn’t have been left out. It didn’t sound very affectionate.


“Mom, it’s just not quite time to go shopping for a wedding dress, ‘ya know?” She hugged her mother who relaxed, but Buffy could tell she wasn’t about to give up. She gave Lillie a what now? grimace and Lillie just patted them both on the back.


“Come on, girls. They could talk until next month about the wars and your Mr. Romano’s project but I think they could use a distraction. Buffy, grab the potatoes, and I’ll call your father to get the ham.”


Lunch proceeded without a hitch. Luc said his goodbyes and took off. Ridge made the rounds thanking everyone for their support and promised to come back one day.


This concerned Buffy. It sounded too much like the distant future. Shaking Earl’s hand, he said, “Sir, my company has a more advanced prosthesis. I can arrange it for you if you’re interested; it’s lighter and more flexible than the version you have.”


Earl narrowed his eyes and said, “Son, I’m ninety-three years old. This old arm has become like my real arm over the years, and we do just fine. Getting a new one at this stage of my life would be like a woman gettin’ fake boobs when she’s past her prime.” His eyes shot to Buffy’s grandmother.


“Old coot,” Ridge thought he heard Lillie say under her breath.


“Watch it, Dad,” said Robert who just put his arm around a steaming Lillie and hugged her. “Ignore him, sugar.”


“Now, Earl,” Roberta said, and her look seemed to be the only thing that made him quail.


Then Buffy’s great-grandfather shook Ridge’s hand and, looking around him at Buffy, said, “You chose a fine man, youngin’.”




Ridge turned slowly to look at Buffy. She shrugged and shook her head. It wasn’t me.


Then she watched with an impending sense of doom as her mother put a hand on Ridge’s shoulder and said, “Might as well buy the ring, dear. When a Calloway tells you, you’re the one, it’s like that old saying, “If I tell you the moon is made of green cheese, get your crackers.” She nodded, yep.


“I—” Buffy’s head sank into her hands. Why had she thought this picnic could take place without a bomb going off?


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Coming December 18th Book 3 in the Under-Cover Knights


Merry Christmas, Baby (A Knights Christmas Reunion)


In book 3, enjoy some Christmas surprises with your favorite characters from the series and get a glimpse into the lives of three new cover men – Jed, Duc, and Gino—coming in 2016.


Buffy and Ridge are always looking for new talent for their novel covers and ad campaigns at Knights Production Inc. At their annual Christmas party for KPI employees and friends, Buffy reminds Jed, Del’s partner, there’s a place for him at KPI. And Luc’s cousin Duc, the movie idol, would be a real coop for their portfolio, but he’s staying away from Larue except at Christmas, avoiding the woman he secretly still loves.


Then there’s Gino Manelli, the Raptors quarterback, who’s getting a bad rap from Jed and Duc. They think this new arrival is interested in their women—the ones the say they are NOT interested in.


Prospective cover men aside, nothing makes Buffy happier than helping the people she loves find love. And the miracle at Christmas confirms what she already knows. With a little nudge, their happily ever afters will happen in the not so distant future.





“Samantha?” came a voice on the other side of the powder room door.


She looked at the ceiling. Great. “Yes, Jed…”


“Are you okay?”


“Jed, you’re becoming kind of a mother hen. I’m just using the john,” she said in her best Captain Larue tone. There was a long silence while she continued to look for the lever and wondered if he’d left. Then she heard his foot scrape against the door. “Jed. Are you still out there?”


“Do you need me?” He asked quickly.


“No, but…” she thought of what might make him go. “You’re kind of cramping my style.”


“Did you say you’re cramping?” He asked a little louder.


“Sshh, you’ll have every one— OO… Oh.!” The pain hit so suddenly that she doubled over. She would have if she hadn’t had a fifty-pound baby in her lap. It hit again, and this time, she moaned.


“Samantha, open this door.” His voice was too loud. She knew what that was going to mean. The Horde.


Sam grit her teeth. “Go away, Jed.”


“I’m not leaving until you open this door, and I see you’re okay.”


Breathing rapidly to quell the spasms, Sam said, “Can’t you leave me alone? Get Buffy or mom if you want to be helpful.”


She could almost hear him thinking on the other side of the wooden barrier. “If you need your mother, you need me. I’m trained in this. No one else here is. Unlock the door before I bust in.”


“There’s no room to bust in, Stern. Me and this kid are taking up the entire bathroom.” She sighed and scooted to the edge of the toilet. “Hold on, hold on, don’t go causing a ruckus. I wouldn’t put it past The Horde to try to fit into this one-person bathroom. Horde was the affectionate name Sam and her brother Luc gave the rest of the family, except for their father. She twisted the button on the knob and the door swung out.


A frowning and obviously concerned Jed immediately knelt in front of her, squeezing his wide shoulders in between her and the sink. His brilliant brown eyes bore into hers looking for clues, just like a detective. “Okay. Be honest with me, Samantha. Are you having contractions?”


“No! At least…. I don’t…I don’t think so. I just couldn’t find the lever to flush the toilet.”


Jed frowned in irritation. “That’s all? You couldn’t flush?” He made a face and said, “What have you been eating?”


She glared at him even though she caught the sparkle in his eyes. “Jalapenos and banana pudding… and some other stuff.”


He chuckled and made the same search she had while she sat there taking shallow breaths so he wouldn’t notice. If she took a deep breath she would take in his manly scent. He worked out a lot and had probably come straight from the gym. The smell was intoxicating, mesmerizing— damn these hormones. She shook herself. He was still tinkering with something over her left shoulder, then the sound and vibration of the toilet flushing gave her a small sense of relief. She looked up at him as he straightened. “Where was it?”


He scratched his head looking surprised. “Against the wall. The toilet was installed backwards.”


“That’s crazy,” she said as her mother and older sister Chaz appeared in the doorway.


“What’s wrong?” asked Chaz.


“Samantha are you in labor?” her mother, the Colonel, demanded.


She rolled her eyes. “No, I just came to use the restroom and “ahhh.” The cry was ripped from her throat.


Jed wasted no time asking for permission. He leaned down and helped her get to her feet then scooped her into his arms. “Jed,” she protested.


He angled her feet through the door and said, “Damn, you’re heavy.”


Sam met his eyes and glared. “It’s the shoes. And thank you darling, you’re such a charmer. Just what I love about you.”


Their eyes met and it seemed that time ticked one second for every ten. Had she just said that? “Or hate. Please put me down.”


“No chance, Doc.” He made it out of the bathroom carefully angling her legs so she wouldn’t hit the sink, the door or… the crowd of spectators in the hall—


Sam groaned. “Oh, God. Kill me now.”


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Bring Your Family Together With My Homemade Bread Recipe + A Sweet Romance #ASMSG #IARTG

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Farming and baking bread go together hand-in-hand. The fabulous Vicki Batman invited me as a guest on her blog and I reveal my super-easy bread recipe along with a spotlight on my sweet romance, Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella.

Join us and discover why baking bread can bring your family together:


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Happy Baking!

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Who Are You? #inspiration #NaNoWriMo #perseverance

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Who are you?

When life gets tough (and it will/does), who do you become? Do you break down and crumble or do you hold your chin up and keep going?

A lot of my writer friends are participating in NaNoWriMo. It’s where writers/authors write a novel in 30 days. It’s tough, grueling and my hat goes off to each of them.

Perseverance is staring at an obstacle in the face and saying, “I’m going to defeat you. I’m stronger than you and will be the champion.”

Who are you?

I am strong.

I am resilient.

I try my best.

I value my life.

I am not perfect, I am the perfect me.

I never give up.

I am empathetic.

I am a warrior, ready to conquer.

I am not broke.

I am loving.

I take things one day at a time.

I am independent.

I am human.

I’m a survivor.

Focus on who you are and then go out there and do it!


A Dose of Danger by @KimMcMahill #bookreview #RomanticSuspense

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Title: A Dose of Danger

Author: Kim McMahill

Genre: Romantic Suspense


Book Blurb:

When researcher Grace Talbot and her team discover a possible solution for weight loss they are targeted by a group dedicated to controlling the multi-billion dollar a year diet-product industry. Her unsanctioned testing methods bring tragedy to the family ranch and the attention of the local sheriff’s deputy. With her colleagues either dead, missing, or on the run she soon realizes she must trust the deputy with her life, but can she trust him with her heart?


My Review:

Someone wants Grace Talbot dead and no one is safe in this thrilling romantic suspense.

Grace Talbot is a researcher who might’ve discovered a weight-loss medicine for animals but she needs more time to make sure it’s safe. Meanwhile, there’s a fire at her uncle’s ranch. One man dead and her uncle in the hospital, Grace races out of work to be with her uncle.

She meets a handsome deputy and they soon become close. He’s investigating the fire and the murder of the ranch hand. But the more he’s around Grace, the more he’s attracted to her. She’s spunky, smart and beautiful, not to mention brave.

After several failed attempts, a group of men come to finish off Grace before she reveals the truth about the supposed animal drug. Can Grace survive these hitmen or will the group responsible for controlling the diet-product industry kill her before she publishes her findings?

I know I say this a lot but I love romantic suspense! This book is even more thrilling than the premise. There’s action from the very beginning and I was gripping my e-reader tightly the whole time I was reading. Filled with intense scenes, complex characters and a plot worthy of being on the big screen, A Dose of Danger is superb!

One of the things I didn’t care for was that I knew who the bad guys from the beginning. We get a glimpse into their agenda from the start and there wasn’t a surprise plot twist that I personally love in suspense. It’s a preference on my part, as a reader, and not a knock on the author.

This was my first book by Kim and it won’t be my last. She has a talent for weaving action and romance all in the same breath. Her characters reacted realistically and I was never bored. I loved the romance that blossomed between Grace and Logan.

I talked with Kim and she informed me she just signed the sequel, which makes me very happy! I can’t wait to read it.


Favorite Character:

Grace. I loved how strong and logical she is while still being vulnerable. As a reader, I get to experience her reactions to circumstances in a realistic way. I appreciate how authentic she is and while trying to be brave, she leans on Logan in times of weakness. She also is a huge animal lover which makes me happy. * smiles *


Favorite Quote:

Even without his heavy coat on, he knew he would be burning just as hot. She fit against him like they were made for each other. When he finally let her go she looked up at him with a wicked smile that made him itch to grab for her again.


My Rating: 4.5 stars


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Author Biography:

Kim McMahill grew up in Wyoming where she developed her sense of adventure and love of the outdoors. She started out writing non-fiction, but her passion for exotic world travel, outrageous adventures, stories of survival, and happily-ever-after endings soon drew her into a world of romantic suspense. Along with writing adventure novels Kim has also published over eighty travel and geographic articles, and contributed to a travel anthology and cookbook. When not writing, Kim enjoys gardening, traveling, and spending time with family.


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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

I Think I Love You by Iris Blobel @_iris_b #MFRWAuthor #Romance

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Author: Iris Blobel


Series: Australian Sports Stars #3


Publisher: Limitless Publishing


★★★ SYNOPSIS ★★★


Markus DeLeon and Sarah Winter’s lives couldn’t be more different…

After three years away as the goalkeeper for an English soccer club, Markus has been happy to be back in Australia. He’d missed his family and friends, including Sarah. He’s known her since childhood, and often protected her from the teasing of other children and the troubling consequences of a broken home.

When they attend their friends’ wedding, a new light is cast on their friendship…

Sarah is fresh out of a bad relationship, and Markus has always been the one she can confide in. Maybe it’s the magic of the wedding—or how stunning he looks in a tux—but the attraction between them intensifies in ways they’d never imagined.

But sometimes when risking what you have, you might lose everything…

Following a passionate encounter, Markus isn’t sure how to handle this new aspect of his relationship with Sarah, and literally flees the scene for the coast. Sarah is unsure how to react to his sudden departure, but is soon knocked off course by misunderstandings and a frightening family emergency.

Markus realises his mistake and wants to make things right, but he also faces obstacles. He’s been offered an exciting new job, and an attractive newcomer to the neighbourhood is eager to claim his attention, though the last thing Markus needs is another confusing relationship.

Can Sarah and Markus face the fear and doubt—and the potential loss of their lifelong friendship—to give their love a chance?

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She stood and saw Oliver come over. “Please don’t tell him,” she whispered.

“What’s up?” Oliver asked.

“Saz drowned her sorrow in some red last night after finding out Timmy cheated on her,” Markus explained.

Sarah slapped him against his chest. “I asked you not to say anything,” she said through gritted teeth.

Markus cocked an eyebrow. “I thought you meant the chocolate.”

Oliver laughed and pulled Sarah into a hug. “I told you—”

“Don’t say it,” she mumbled against his chest.

“You should try—”

Sarah placed a finger on his lips. “Just tell the happy couple congratulations, and I’ll catch up with them when they get back from their honeymoon.”

“You really are out of it, sweet pea. They left about half an hour ago.”

She sighed again. “Even better. I don’t have to feel guilty.”

Oliver placed a kiss on Sarah’s forehead.

“Honey, you’d better go and have a dance with Tamara,” she whispered. “I know you two have issues, but try to put it aside. She seems a bit lonely.”

He followed her gaze before he said, “Hope you feel better soon.”

She nodded and then followed Markus towards the doors. Again, she noticed how sensational he looked in that tuxedo, the white shirt, and the dark grey tie. His blond hair was cut short and the usual slight wave was gone. She liked it when his hair was a bit longer. It gave him that mischievous look that she’d known since childhood. That same look in his blue eyes that had radiated trouble fifteen years ago, when he’d taken her hand and led her to the top of a diving board with the words Let’s go flying.



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Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.

Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.

Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.

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