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One boy, One rite… The Rite of Wands by @MackenzieFlohr #fantasy #OurAuthorGang #YA


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Title The Rite of Wands

Author Mackenzie Flohr

Genre YA Fantasy

Publisher BHC Press

 

Book Blurb

One boy…one Rite… And a world of deadly secrets that could change the course of history—forever.

And so begins the tale of Mierta McKinnon. When a horrible fate reveals itself during his Rite of Wands ceremony, he must find a way to change not only his destiny but also the land of Iverna’s.

Forbidden from revealing the future he foresees to anyone, he is granted a wand and his magical powers, but still must master the realm of magic in order to save himself and those he loves.

But Mierta is not the only one with secrets…especially when it’s impossible to know who to trust.

 

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Excerpt

DRACONIERA MOUNTAIN-
THE KINGDOM OF ARACELLY
1238 CE

 

“Mierta McKinnon.”

 

The twelve–year–old warlock gave a start, hearing his name announced telepathically. Mierta stood up on shaky legs and brushed his brown bangs out of his green eyes. The room inside Draconiera Mountain was suffocating. Hot springs bubbling up from deep beneath the ground created a dense fog, which pushed down on Mierta’s shoulders. Sweat was already dripping from his brow onto his long dark royal blue robe. His heart raced as he approached a large wooden door. He occasionally glanced over at others who were anxiously waiting their turn, wondering which of those he made eye contact with would succeed.

 

No matter what happens. No matter what I see. I cannot allow my fears to overcome me, Mierta told himself. I will achieve what I have come to do. I cannot fail. I won’t. I will make Mother and Father proud.

 

A loud creaking echoed across the room, and the ground shook underneath his feet. Two tall wooden doors opened up to a pathway of complete darkness.

 

“Step inside,” he heard the dragon say. Mierta swallowed hard and expelled air through his mouth.

 

Upon entering the pathway, a warm mist rose from below. Water splashed against rocks, and occasional water droplets hit his skin. A faint glow shined in the near distance. He walked towards the glow until he found himself in a large circular cavern. In the centre of this cavern was a short round pedestal. An opening off towards the right appeared as if it was open–aired, and off to the left side was another doorway, which was currently closed.

 

Mierta gazed up at the source of the glow and caught a glimpse of the magnificent creature standing on a rocky ledge. He could hear his pulse beating in his ears. He felt like his body was paralysed, yet he felt unsteady. His own rapid breathing masked the sound of Lord Kaeto stepping into the light.

 

Mierta gasped, shielding his eyes against the bright yellow light from Lord Kaeto’s wings, trying to conquer his fear. When his eyes adjusted, he noted the ebony veins that traced a pattern like the rivers in the valley. The veins seemed to pulse with power.

 

“Lord Kaeto,” Mierta uttered, bowing, keeping his eyes averted to the ground.

 

Lord Kaeto was the last of his kind—an omniscient ancient breed of telepathic dragons that had been around for longer than any could remember. The residents of the kingdom looked at him as if he were a God, straight from the stories of old.

 

“Mierta McKinnon. Rise,” he spoke. “It is your time to partici- pate in the Rite of Wands in which your soul shall face the ultimate analysis. You will be taken on a journey of your lifetime, viewing por- tions of your past, present, and future. Do you concede?”

 

“Yes,” Mierta answered, his voice breaking.

 

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Mackenzie Flohr

 

Author Biography

Mackenzie is the author of The Rite of Wands, a young adult fantasy series. Her debut novel was released on March 10, 2017, and has already gathered hype and received some incredible reviews.

Mackenzie Flohr grew up in Ohio, chasing leprechauns and rainbows and dreaming of angels. Her parents nurtured a love of fantasy and make-believe by introducing her at a very young age to the artistic and cultural opportunities that the state of Ohio had to offer.

She wanted to write a fantasy of her own, one that could inspire imagination in others and lead them into a magical world of their own making.

Wherever we live and wherever we come from is our individual heartland. Anything is possible and everything can happen. Pure imagination is in all of us—we only need to discover it, and sometimes story telling helps.

 

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Twitter: http://www.twitter/MackenzieFlohr

 

The Wolf of Kisimul Castle by @HMcCollumAuthor #historicalromance #newrelease #amreading


The Wolf of Kisimul Castle
Heather McCollum
Published by: Entangled Publishing
Publication date: August 14th 2017
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance

Mairi Maclean is kidnapped on her wedding day by the enemy of her dead husband. Taken north to the water-surrounded Kisimul Castle, she is held captive in the name of retribution. But The Wolf of Kisimul Castle soon learns Mairi is not a docile pawn in this game of war between neighboring Scots. Nor will she be frightened into walking down the aisle to wed the fierce Highland chief.

Alec MacNeil is set on revenge. When he finds his enemy dead, he takes his wife to replace the one that was murdered. An eye for an eye. A bride for a bride. But Mairi is more tiger than kitten and refuses to bend to his will. Set stubbornly against one another, the passion that flares between them threatens to tear Alec’s strategy to shreds.

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EXCERPT:

He crossed to the window without a word and looked out at the courtyard, his eyes scanning beyond. “Where is everyone?” he asked. “At the chapel, I assume,” she said, stepping closer. He probably smelled of sweat or ale. She inhaled. Nay. She smelled pine and the sea and fresh air on him.

He turned, and she rubbed her nose to hide the action of sniffing him. His gaze dropped to her as if her nearness surprised him. “We will go,” he said.

Mairi sighed. “I won’t have Geoff wondering if I would have failed his test, so go ahead.” She let her eyes flutter shut and waited. “Go ahead?” he repeated, and she blinked open.

“Aye,” she said, starting to feel foolish. “Kiss me, if ye’re going to. Otherwise take me to the chapel.”

The only change in the man’s devilishly handsome face was a slight rise in his brows, his clear blue-gray eyes widening the smallest amount. Those damnably tempting lips opened and closed, and his gaze drifted to the shut door before returning to her. He stared at her, as if he were delving into her thoughts. The idea shook Mairi, and she frowned.

“Well, if ye’re not—”

The man wrapped his hand around her arm, slowly reeling her in with constant, gentle pressure until she had to tip her head back to see his face. He radiated authority and determination, as if he could order the mountains to move, yet chose to hold her instead. Her heart hammered in her chest as he set his hand on her cheek. “A kiss, and then we go,” he murmured, moving his thumb across her jaw.

She had time for only a quick inhale as he descended. Mairi had expected a bruising press of his mouth like Geoff had given her when he’d asked her to wed. But this man’s kiss was gentle and warm. With slight pressure, he tipped her head to seal their lips together, moving against her as if tasting an aged whisky. Heat flowed down throug Mairi, wiping away all rational thought. Her knees numbed, but the man seemed to accept her weight easily as he held her against his hard body. His height made him loom over her, but Mairi felt safely surrounded by power instead of fearful. Her fingers reached behind his head to feather through his wavy hair. They were still woven in the dark mass when he gently pulled back, ending the most sensuous kiss Mairi had ever experienced. What bloody foolishness was Geoff thinking? Her traitorous body begged for more, but she stepped back, hands to her flushed skin above her low neckline. The man adjusted himself through his kilt, proving that he too had been affected by the kiss.

“Who are ye?” she asked.

Author Bio:

Heather McCollum is an award winning, historical and contemporary YA paranormal romance writer. She earned her B.A. in Biology from the University of Maine, much to her English professor’s dismay. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, won the 2015 Readers’ Crown, and was a 2009 Golden Heart Finalist. Ms. McCollum has twelve historical romances released in both electronic and digital formats. She also has three YA paranormal romances released in both formats.

When she is not busy writing and answering calls of “Mom”, she can be found educating women about ovarian cancer. She is a teal warrior herself and slayed the ovarian cancer beast in 2012.

She currently resides with her very own Highland hero and three spirited children in the wilds of suburbia on the mid-Atlantic coast.

More information about Ms. McCollum and her books can be found at http://www.HeatherMcCollum.com.

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Right Text, Wrong Number by Natalie Decker @AuthorNatDecker #romance #YA #giveaway




 

Right Text Wrong Number
Natalie Decker
(Offsides, #1)
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: July 11th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult

High school juniors, Layla and Tyler, are complete opposites. Sure she’s a cheerleader and he’s a football player, but she thinks he’s the biggest jerk in the school and he thinks she is too high on her horse to even be worth of a second glance from him. And when the two of them are near one another, sparks fly in all the wrong directions. They are NOT interested in speaking to one another, let alone date.

 

But when Layla unknowingly sends Tyler a smack-down text meant for the girl sending naked photos to her then-boyfriend, Adam, Tyler has no idea it’s Layla and decides to play along. After all, Tyler cannot resist messing with the pissed off girl firing off texts about junk pictures, cheating, and girl code.

 

As the fallout from Adam’s sexting scandal plays out in front of the entire school, Tyler and Layla secretly continue to text one another using fake names. But as days and weeks pass, things take a turn for the serious between them, and suddenly, their texts mean more. They both begin to consider revealing their true identity to the other and taking the relationship from texts to dates, then kissing and maybe more.

 

They say there’s a thin line between love and hate. Can reality live up to the fantasy, or will Layla and Tyler be forever offsides?

 

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Beep! Beeeeeeeeep! “Stop screwing with your phone and pay attention to the road!” I blow my horn some more. The light is green, has been for a good forty seconds. I glance over at my best friend for some support for my general crabbiness this morning. She’s not giving it though, she’s too busy tapping away on her own cellphone.

 

“You believe this guy? Same to you, Buddy!” I yell as I catch his middle finger pop up in front of his rearview mirror.

 

Rachel doesn’t say anything. She’s still engrossed in messages from whomever is texting her. Possibly the latest gossip, or party happening. Who knows?

 

I’m usually a perky, non-violent person. All of this has seemed to change recently. I saw an episode on the news about how much society is turning into walking mutants because they’re so absorbed in their phones. You won’t catch me searching for the perfect snap shot of yourself, only to be mauled by a huge mountain lion ready to pounce from behind. I don’t want to be mauled by some crazy animal in a park. I mean how awful would that be, death-by-selfie. So, I gave up on taking poses in the cute outfits I wear and selfies altogether.

 

And don’t get me started on texting. I loathe it. I know what you’re thinking. What kind of weirdo hates texting? The kind who’s dyslexic. And when everything looks like absolute gibberish anyway, and now I have to read words on a small screen just to find out who made out with whom; no thanks. If it weren’t for my text-to-voice app, I’d be screwed. People would think I’m a complete airhead because I couldn’t decipher a silly text.

 

“Sorry; what were you having a beyotch fit about?” Rachel asks drawing my eyes from the road and landing on her. “Austin was telling me what happened to Jared during football practice yesterday. Plus, I guess there is this monster party after the game Friday. You in or out?” She looks up from her phone.

 

“In,” I answer reverting my attention to the line of cars turning into the school’s parking lot. I know my boyfriend Adam will want to go hang out with his team so it’s a given that I’ll be tagging along. Although I really would rather it just be him and me this weekend. Lately we’re either in group functions, at parties, on double dates at the movies, or hanging out with his friends. I just want some me-time with him. No disgusting belching contests happening in the background or listening to other couples make out next to me. Gross.

 

“Austin wants to know if your sister’s coming?”

 

This question shakes me from my miserable funk, and I snort laugh. My twin sister at a party? HA-HA-HA. OMG; I think I peed my pants a little. “That’s not happening. Unless the words ‘book,’ ‘ComicCon,’ or ‘mud’ were in front of the word ‘party.’ Then she’d probably go. But yeah; no. Why’s does he want to know? Is he crushing on my sister?” That could be news I could get down with.

 

“He said one of the guys was asking.”

 

Raising a brow, I inquire, “Which one?” It’s probably Chase, but that would be weird considering he’s her best friend and knows her daily schedule.

She’s tapping away again as I pull up to the school parking lot. “He won’t say.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Do you really care or are you just morbidly interested that someone might actually like your super wacked out sister?”

 

“She’s not … wacked out.”

 

Rachel is my best friend, but she’s not a fan of my sister, Juliet. In fact, she pretty much despises her. My twin isn’t mean or anything, she’s just … super smart. And sometimes tends to let her geekiness fly. She can recite the first five chapters of each Harry Potter book. She knows all the lines word-for-word in every Star Wars movie. Every stinkin’ one.

 

Speaking of my awesome twin, she pulls up next to me and slams her Jeep door. “You did it again! You know you only have one simple chore. One. And every time I get stuck with it.”

 

I roll my eyes at her. “Calm down, sis. I’ll get it next time.”

 

She smiles wickedly at me. It’s like looking in a mirror since our physical features are almost exactly the same. The only one small difference isn’t something most people notice just from looking at our faces: she has a small birthmark on her neck just below her ear, shaped like a heart, whereas I do not. Everything else is definitely the same, from the dark, rich brown hair to the mossy-green eyes, right down to the height of a whopping 5’6”. I’ve thought about cutting my waist-length hair to my shoulders just so people can tell us apart.

 

“You say that every time! I’m done helping you out Layla. Maybe next time instead of rushing off to get Starbucks, see Adam, or pick up your BFF you’ll do your chores and stop putting them on me. I have a life too you know.”

 

Rachel cuts in. “You have a life, since when?”

 

“Butt out Rach.” I shift my attention back to my sister who is currently glaring at my bestie. “Juliet, I’m sorry,” I say.

 

Her eyes cut to me. She shakes her head and walks away. I call out, “Juliet.” She doesn’t look back. Instead, she flips me off—and okay this time —I rightly deserve it.

 

I totally thought she’d take out the recycling for me again. “Dang it. Mom’s going to kill me.”

 

“This is why your sister is a freak,” Rachel says as we head into the school. Once we’re inside, she ditches me for Austin and I head to my destination, Adam.

 

 

Author Bio:

 

Natalie Decker is the author of RIVAL LOVE series and the Scandalous Boys series. She loves oceans, sunsets, sand between her toes, and carefree days. Her imagination is always going, which some find odd. But she believes in seeing the world in a different light at all times. Her first passion for writing started at age twelve when she had to write a poem for English class. However, seventh grade wasn’t her favorite time and books were her source of comfort. She took all college prep classes in High school, and attended the University of Akron. Although she studied Mathematics she never lost her passion for writing or her comfort in books. She’s a mean cook in the kitchen, loves her family and friends and her awesome dog infinity times infinity. If she’s not writing, reading, traveling, hanging out with her family and friends, then she’s off having an adventure. Because Natalie believes in a saying: Your life is your own journey, so make it amazing!

Find out more visit: http://www.authornataliedecker.com

 

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The Andalucian Nights Trilogy + #EntertoWin @FieldingHannah’s FAN-tastic Fiesta #FridayReads


Andalucian Nights trilogy

 

Title

The Andalucían Nights Trilogy

 

Author

Hannah Fielding

 

Genre

Romance

 

Publisher

London Wall

 

Book Blurb

The award-winning epic Andalucían Nights Trilogy sweeps the reader from the wild landscapes of Spain in the 1950s, through a history of dangerous liaisons and revenge dramas, to a modern world of undercover missions and buried secrets. Romantic, exotic and deeply compelling, and featuring a memorable cast of characters, including a passionate young gypsy, a troubled young writer and an estranged family, The Andalucían Nights Trilogy is a romantic treat waiting to be discovered.

 

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This month, I’m having a FAN-tastic Fiesta, to celebrate the launch of my Andalucían Nights trilogy in a special, all-in-one edition.

Here’s what you can win in the Fiesta!

 

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That’s six prize in total: each book in the Andalucían Nights trilogy, plus three beautiful, authentic Spanish hand fans. Entry is open to all (I will post internationally) via the Rafflecopter form below:

 

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All that is left to say is Buena suerte – Good luck!

 

Excerpts:

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Author Biography

Hannah Fielding is an incurable romantic. The seeds for her writing career were sown in early childhood, spent in Egypt, when she came to an agreement with her governess Zula: for each fairy story Zula told, Hannah would invent and relate one of her own. Years later – following a degree in French literature, several years of travelling in Europe, falling in love with an Englishman, the arrival of two beautiful children and a career in property development – Hannah decided after so many years of yearning to write that the time was now. Today, she lives the dream: writing full time at her homes in Kent, England, and the South of France, where she dreams up romances overlooking breath-taking views of the Mediterranean.

 

Hannah is a multi-award-winning novelist, and to date she has published five novels: Burning Embers, ‘romance like Hollywood used to make’, set in Kenya; The Echoes of Love, ‘an epic love story that is beautifully told’, set in Italy; and the Andalusian Nights Trilogy – Indiscretion, Masquerade and Legacy – her fieriest novels yet, set in sunny, sultry Spain.

 

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One Night with a Duke by @sandramasters10 + #Win a $25 AMZ GC! #romance #regency #giveaway


One Night with a Duke

 

TITLE/AUTHOR:  ONE NIGHT WITH A DUKE by SANDRA MASTERS

 

GENRE:  REGENCY ROMANCE

 

PUBLISHER:  THE WILD ROSE PRESS

 

 

BOOK BLURB:

When a spirited woman disrupts the world of a duke who follows the rules, sparks fly, passions ignite and planets collide.

 

Reclusive, cold as ice, the politically powerful Raven, Duke of Ravensmere, denies love after the tragic deaths of his duchess and baby. He is bound by his vow never to allow love to enter his heart again. Samantha Winston permits him to seek refuge in her carriage in a time of need, and what started as a kiss in the name of safety, becomes something more pleasurable and not so safe after all. In spite of every caution, his interest escalates into unexpected desire.

 

Samantha, a young widow with a secret, irreverent and high-spirited, has constructed impenetrable walls against all men. When she and Raven meet again, strong wills clash. Political intrigues and a dreaded nemesis place his life at risk, and Samantha finds herself in a dire predicament. All the while, passion soars.

 

Can Samantha’s barriers fall with more kisses?

 

Can Raven be released from his deathbed vow?

 

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EXCERPT: 

Raven cat-footed his way to the coach aware the coach driver stepped down to steady the horses. With the driver occupied, he opened the door, entered the carriage, closed it, and dropped on the brocade seat. A well-dressed woman seated there gasped. She held her reticule high, poised to strike him.

 

“I’m a gentleman in dire straits whose life is in danger. May I share your company for a moment? I will not harm you.” He removed his top hat, placed it and his cane on the shadowed opposite seat.

 

“You frightened me with your abrupt presence. Pray tell, sir, what are your intentions?”

 

Raven slid closer to the woman. She didn’t move, so he embraced her and placed his cheek against hers. “If you scream or shout, our lives will be in jeopardy.” He bent his head to capture the woman’s lips, pressing her against the seat. Raven sampled the sweet mint taste of her mouth. Her lemon fragrance pleased his senses, a rare combination of forbidden pleasure and danger that ached. He lingered in enjoyment. True, his lips held the kiss longer than the moment required. What started as a kiss in the name of safety became something more pleasurable—and not safe at all.

 

“Place your arms around me now. Perhaps if we pretend to be lovers, they will leave us alone,” he whispered.

 

Her arms encircled him as she dropped her reticule to the floor. His broad back shielded her from outside harm should anyone attempt to enter. Her generous breasts against his chest had his blood surging through his veins—a long ago forgotten desire. The naiveté in her kiss reminded him how jaded and bored he’d become. A delicious awareness invaded and reeled his senses. The touch of her hands to his hair tingled his scalp. Damnation, her fingers were magical. A purring moan escaped through her racing breath.

 

Raven’s heartbeat pulsed at his temples, not from fear, but from potent desire. He broke the kiss for a moment and moved his body a whisper-breath away to better study her. He savored all he saw. He moistened his suddenly dry lips. “I don’t hear voices, but it would be best to wait to make sure the mob has gone, my lady. Nor do I want to attract attention to your coach by my departure. It could place you in danger.”

 

“My boot sheaths my knife, and my cane is also a sword. I would have kept you safe.”

 

She arched one brow in a challenge, and simply held his gaze. Her devastating smile ensnared him. “And who will protect me from you, sir, and the marvel of your rakish kisses?”

 

“Dear lady, I would guess we’d protect each other. The magic of your hands fingering my hair must have presented quite a lover’s sight. Wherever did you—”

 

“I read it in a penny novel. I presume it sufficed? I have limited experience in that regard.”

 

“Indeed.” His grin contradicted his serious tone.

 

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Fall in love with Romance all over again with author Sandra Masters…

 

From a humble beginning in Newark, New Jersey, a short stay at a convent in Morristown, N.J. at the age of fourteen, Sandra Masters retired from a fantastic career for a play broadcasting company in Carlsbad, California, and settled in the rural foothills of the Sierras of Yosemite National Park with her husband, Ron, and two dogs, Silky and Sophie. She traded in the Board Rooms for the Ballrooms of the Regency Era and never looked back.

 

She wrote her first book at the age of thirteen. It’s been the journey of ten thousand miles with a few steps left to go. She deemed it a pleasure to leave the corporate world behind decades later. Nothing she expected, but everything she desired. Her business card lists her occupation as Living The Dream.

 

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Yours Truly by @MisfitKJPierce is a Rollicking Good Read! #romanticcomedy #books #TWRP


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Title: Yours Truly

Author: K.J. Pierce

Genre: Chick Lit / Romantic Comedy

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press/Mainstream General

 

Blurb:

Izzie Greene never wanted the limelight. As a caterer for Poe, the top-rated U.S. TV show, she had background player down pat. Her main focus was to spoil the cast and crew and fantasize about her celebrity crush, Scotsman Cardwell Bennett, while navigating the daily chaos.

Izzie’s professional life takes a sharp left turn when her ex-boyfriend unexpectedly arrives on set. Her personal life spirals into Hell when she runs afoul of an unethical paparazzo. Thrust into the public eye, her notoriety is fueled by equal measures of constant scrutiny, speculation, and half-truths. Her rumored romance with Cardwell further stokes the flames.

Held captive by the media, accident-prone Izzie struggles to keep her privacy, secrets, and sanity intact—not to mention her sense of humor. With help from her best friend Delly, her temperamental cat Edgar, and unexpected backup, Izzie might withstand the onslaught. And survive the season.

 

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Excerpt:

A certain fantasy played in my head, and I grinned. Cardwell’s childlike innocence gave way to confusion.

 

“Why are you grinning?”

 

The kopfkino ground to a halt right before the good part started. “Uh, A-Adriana.” I offered a silent thank you for the cover of darkness so he couldn’t see the flush creeping up. The stutter I couldn’t do anything about.

 

“Adriana? Whatever for?”

 

His voice relayed the look of confusion I could barely see, and I babbled to divert his attention. “Remember right after we started shooting, she droned on and on about how we should be filming in Baltimore because it’s a show about Poe—”

 

Cardwell offered his Vincent impersonation. “‘Five words, Adriana. Soundstage, b-roll, and tax breaks.’ Yeah, that was funny…”

 

I exhaled my relief, thinking I’d skirted his question.

 

“But it wasn’t that funny.” Cardwell shifted in his seat and faced me. “Tell me why you were really giggling.”

 

The flush heated to what felt like boiling point. I pressed my lips together to stop myself from blurting.

 

“Come on, Izzie.” He angled his head closer. “Distract me from the fact my nose feels like it’s about ready to fall off.”

 

The wink he shot me told me he was teasing, but my heart jumped to the pit of my stomach anyway. “Great. Play the injured card. Like I don’t feel bad enough already.”

 

He unbuckled his seat belt and swiveled to look at me, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

 

Shit. Who could say no to that? “Fine.” I hugged my arms to my chest. “You follow From Poe to Know, right?”

 

He slung his arm over the back of my seat. “Of course. Everyone does.”

 

I drummed a beat against my upper arm with my thumb, hoping I didn’t screw up and reveal my secret identity. “Well, a couple of weeks ago, she posed a question asking what people would do if they had thirty minutes alone with you.”

 

“Not one of her more inspired blogs, but some of the comments were…interesting.”

 

Cardwell’s reply sounded forced, and I wondered if his cheeks were burning as brightly as mine. “Yeah.” I thought back to the short drinking spree with Delly. “Point is, I now know what I’d do with my thirty minutes of alone time.”

 

“Oh, yeah?” He scooted closer to the edge of his seat, near enough for me to make out the corners of his mouth twitching. “What’s that?”

 

“I’d be driving. You’d be sleeping. How’s that for a fantasy?” I tore my eyes from his Medusa gaze. He wouldn’t turn me to stone, but if I kept looking at him, I’d still be doomed.

 

He tugged lightly on a curl that had come loose from my hair tie. “Wasn’t really what you were thinking, was it?”

 

“Nope.” My fingers toyed with the cracked, jagged edges of the steering wheel.

 

He leaned close. “You won’t tell me?”

 

The hair tie lost its fight, and my curls tumbled down my back. I shivered at his breath on my neck and shook my head. “Not a chance in hell.”

 

He grinned, his eyes sparkling in the glow of the streetlight. “Guess I’ll have to use my imagination, then.” He cracked open his door. “Come on, fantasy girl. Work calls.”

 

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Author Biography:

K.J. Pierce is a jack of all trades. Her interests are varied enough to make this a requirement for a happy existence. Her main goal in life is to understand the human condition, which she explores through various mediums, including fiction, creative nonfiction, and scriptwriting. She sometimes succumbs to itchy-feet syndrome, a holdover from her Army Brat days. As a result, she can sometimes be found bouncing from locale to locale. She earned a BA in English Literature/Creative Writing from Agnes Scott College and a MLitt in The Gothic Imagination from the University of Stirling, Scotland. She puts them to good use by crafting stories that run the gamut in terms of genres, but which always include an exploration of the societal misfit and the darkness which pervades all facets of life, even in the most comic of circumstances.

 

K.J. currently lives on the east coast of Central Florida with her cat Dorian Gray, who lives up to his name by striving to be the state’s most prolific lizard serial killer. Yours Truly is her first novel.

 

 

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Twitter: @MisfitKJPierce

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Merry Christmas, Henry by @Aubreywynne51 #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: Merry Christmas, Henry

 

Author: Aubrey Wynne

 

Genre: Contemporary Holiday Romance

 

Book Blurb:

A holiday fantasy short story for the romantic.

 

Henry, a shy and talented artist, moonlights as a security guard at a museum and loses his heart to a beautiful, melancholy woman in a painting. As his obsession grows, he finds a kindred soul who helps him in his search for happiness. On Christmas Eve, Henry dares to take a chance on love and fulfill his dream.

 

Excerpt:

“Hey, Henry, you want a little overtime?” the supervisor had asked. “Charlie called in sick and I could use an extra hand. Another rich collector remembered us in his will. We’ve got a pricey piece arriving in about an hour and I’d feel better with some extra security.”

 

Henry tried to wipe the smile off his face. Five years in the city and he still felt like a country bumpkin. “Sure.”

 

“The paper says a Rubens. Flemish, wasn’t he? But it’s a small one.”

 

Henry gave a whistle. “Impressive.”

 

“There’s a companion painting with it, artist unknown. We’ll have to find a spot for it in appreciation for the collector’s piece.”

 

An hour later, Henry held a priceless painting in his hands. God, he loved this job.

 

“The family probably figured they wouldn’t get any money out of the other one. But this one sure is a beauty,” the supervisor said as he reached for the Rubens.

 

“Yes, indeed,” Henry replied, as his eyes landed on the second painting. “Striking.”

 

Henry’s boss laughed. “I’m talking about this one, Bud. The little one is worth the big bucks!” His boss headed toward the office to start the paperwork on the new museum pieces.

 

“Yes, of course,” he murmured, but his attention remained focused on the woman in the larger painting.

 

She sat on the edge of a rocky cliff, her face slightly turned as if looking over the edge. Her legs were out to the side, knees bent, a long, olive-colored skirt spread around her haphazardly as if blown by the wind. The stormy ocean breakers rushed between jagged rocks then turned into frothy waves that lapped at the sand. The details in the picture were crisp and stark, the color was minimal—just the woman on a cliff with the turbulent water below. But the overall effect created a hauntingly beautiful scene.

 

He felt her distress, her sorrow. His fingers itched to reach out and pull her from the painting and hold her, soothe her, give her comfort. Henry knew that if she could turn and face him, he would be looking at the most exquisite creature he’d ever seen. His hand shook as he reached out to touch the canvas.

 

“Are you okay, Henry?”

 

Henry drew his hand back quickly as if he’d been caught in the act of—of what? Touching a frame? Good lord, he must be tired.

 

“What? Oh, yeah, I just need some sleep. ” As Henry turned to leave, he took one last look at the woman who had just stolen his heart. Fate had given him a precious gift. He whistled “Angels We Have Heard on High” all the way home.

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition:

We make gingerbread men every year. The kids have contests to see who can pile on the most candy and still tell it’s a man. The adults compete for the silliest face. At the end, we make hot chocolate and gobble up our creations.

 

Aubrey Wynne

 

Author Biography:

Bestselling and award-winning author Aubrey Wynne resides in the Midwest with her husband, dogs, horses, mule and barn cats. She is an elementary teacher by trade, champion of children and animals by conscience, and author by night. Obsessions include history, travel, trail riding, and all things Christmas.

Her short stories Merry Christmas, Henry and Pete’s Mighty Purty Privies won the Preditors & Editors Reader’s Choice in 2013 and 2014. Dante’s Gift, first in A Chicago Christmas series, received the 2016 Golden Quill, Aspen Gold, and Heart of Excellence awards.

Her upcoming series “A Vintage Romance” was inspired by tales of her stepfather, who served in the British Air Force in WWII. Wynne’s medieval fantasy series “Medieval Encounters” begins with Rolf’s Quest, 2016 NTRWA Great Expectations winner.

 

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: The Christmas List by @shailstock #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:           The Christmas List

 

Author:       Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre:        Romance

 

Book Blurb:  

A freak accident changed the course of tennis player Allie Underwood’s life. Two years in recuperation, she’s finally back on her feet, but her plans of opening a tennis academy died with the accident. Then Allie encounters architect Peter Barrett who literally pulls the rug out from under her. Attempting to avoid him proves fruitless as he’s everywhere she turns. When he pulls her into his arms and passion flares between them, Allie’s future and her heart are in jeopardy.

Patting himself on the back after gaining a lucrative contract, Peter Barrett is stunned when a teenage angel appears in his home office and tells him she’s there to save his soul. He has to help another mortal by fulfilling her Christmas wishes. Peter has never had a happy Christmas. And the chosen woman stands in the way of his architectural plans.

Will they learn the value of good will to men and open their hearts to love?

 

Excerpt:

Allie’s hand shook when she looked down at the year old paper.  Her mouth went dry as she stared at the list she’d begun two years ago.  Uncalled for emotions sailed into her like a fast moving train.  Her free hand went to her heart, trying to control the sudden beating that she could feel all the way to her head.

 

The note’s title was clear, but the year had been obliterated by water damage.  She didn’t need to see it.  She knew exactly when she’d written it.  It was during her before period.  Before the accident.  Before her world collided with a drunk driver.  Before life as she knew it and the promising future her friends and family knew was hers, was snatched away in a blinding few seconds that crushed her life, limbs, and career into a space too small for a woman her size.

 

Balling the single sheet into golf-ball size, Allie tossed it toward the trash can – missing it by inches.  She didn’t need to read it.  She knew what it said.  She also knew the list was moot.  Allie wouldn’t get any of her Christmas wishes – not then or now.

 

“Allie, are you ready?” her sister called from the hall.  Allie started taking a deep breath and snapping her attention to the present.  From the sound of Melanie’s voice, Allie could tell she was half-way up the stairs.

 

“Just throwing out some trash,” Allie called.  She glanced toward the trash can as if she could see her past.

 

Melanie pushed the door open and walked in without waiting for Allie to offer her entrance.  She was immaculately dressed in black pants, a creamy soft cable-knit sweater and red knee-length boots.  Not at all like Allie who wore a simple green dress with long sleeves.  It was cinched at the waist by a silver belt whose loop was three dress sizes tighter than it had been a year ago.  Allie wore support stockings and shoes with a one-inch heel.  There was snow outside, but it had been cleared away leaving adequate paths that could keep her feet dry.  Despite spending her entire life in Lighthouse, Maine, Allie did not like boots.

 

“What are you doing?” Melanie asked, looking around.

 

“Cleaning out some papers I don’t need anymore.”  She wanted to say some old memories, but that would spark more conversation than she wanted to go into with her perceptive sister.

 

“Ready?”

 

Allie pushed her arms into her coat.  “I am now.”  She smiled even though she didn’t feel like it.

 

“It’s cold out, but it hasn’t snowed yet.”

 

New snow was predicted.  Allie saw her sister glance at her shoes.  The censure that she should have on the boots Melanie had bought her was there.  She ignored it and started for the door.

 

“I’ll take this down for you,” Melanie said, lifting the nearly full trash can.

 

Allie gritted her teeth.  After two years, she was capable of taking her own trash down the stairs, but Melanie thought she was helping.  And Allie’s limp was almost gone.  If she didn’t overdo or try to walk too fast, no one could tell she even had a limp.

 

Melanie took the trash basket to the kitchen and left it next to a larger one.  The balled up list still lay on the floor of Allie’s bedroom.  Neither of them noticed.

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition: 

For Christmas I love Sweet Potato Pie.  As a tradition, at the first snowfall of the season, I bake cinnamon rolls.

 

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Author Biography:   

Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Changing Faces by @BarbCaffrey #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: CHANGING FACES

 

Author: Barb Caffrey

 

Genre: LGBT-friendly inspirational fantasy-romance

 

Book Blurb:

Allen and Elaine are graduate students in Nebraska, have been together for seven years, and are engaged. They love each other very much, and have many things in common. Both play the clarinet, are teaching assistants, are well-respected and seem to have their lives firmly on track. In fact, their life should be idyllic, but Elaine’s past includes rape, neglect, and abuse from those who should’ve loved her—but didn’t, because from childhood, Elaine identified as transgender.

 

When Elaine tells Allen right before Christmas, he doesn’t know what to do. He loves Elaine, loves her soul, has heard about transgender people before, but didn’t think Elaine was one of them—she looks and acts like anyone else. Now, she wants to become a man and is going to leave.

 

He prays for divine intervention, and says he’ll do anything, just please don’t separate him from Elaine. And in the form of a car accident, he gets his wish.

 

Now, he’s in Elaine’s body. And she’s in his. But both were injured, and Allen’s old body (with Elaine inside) is in a coma.

 

Allen can’t tell anyone who he is. But one thing’s certain: if Elaine can wake up, he wants to be with her. He doesn’t care what body he’s in, or that he, too, is now transgender.

 

Why?

 

True love matters so much to the universe, once you have found your soulmate, the universe will do anything to keep you together—even change your faces.

 

Excerpt:

I woke up in a dark, strange room. I couldn’t see much, but I knew I wasn’t

home. The shape of the shadows was off.

 

At least my eyes are open, I mused. That’s something.

 

Then everything came back in a rush. The car—the accident. What happened?

 

I tried to sit up on a spare, single bed, but my midsection told me this was a very

bad idea. I flopped back down, and groaned as I came down hard on my left hand. It

felt wrong, somehow, so I picked it up and looked at it. Strange; in this light, it seemed

much smaller than usual.

 

I must have zoned out for a bit, because the next thing I knew, I heard, “Time for

your hourly check.”

 

“I’m awake,” I mumbled. Even my voice sounded—and felt—wrong. It was

much higher than normal.

 

What was wrong with me?

 

I saw a white light for a moment, but it blinded me to the point I could only see

sparkles. Then I felt something grab my hand. “Relax,” a male voice said. “I’m taking

your pulse, getting your vitals.” My hand was put down gently at my side, then the

insistent man asked, “Where does it hurt?”

 

“Everywhere,” I grumbled, still not able to see. “My head…my ribs…

everywhere!”

 

“Not surprising,” the man—a nurse, I realized—said. Then he asked me a

number of questions—what day it was, what year, where we were, who the President

was, all that. I answered fine until they asked me who I was, and I tried to say “Allen,”

but couldn’t. Then I tried to say, “Where’s Elaine?” but the only word that came out was

the last one.

 

The nurse nodded. “Yes, you seem to know who and where you are. That’s good

to hear.”

 

“I know who I am,” I said, trying not to sound frightened, “but I can’t explain it. I

feel so weird…can’t you give me anything for the pain?”

 

“We think you have a concussion, so we can’t just yet,” he said gently. “As for the

rest, I’ll check on you again in a few hours. Get some rest.”

 

Easy for you to say, I thought. But I tried to do what he asked; I just wasn’t able to do it. So I gave up after a few subjective eons and turned the light on. I still saw

sparkles, but through them, I was able to see white walls and the spare, utilitarian decor

of a hospital room. There were no tubes hooked up to my arms, but there was

something on my right forefinger—to get oxygen, maybe?—and a blood pressure cuff

was around my left bicep. Worst of all, there was no one waiting at my bedside.

 

What am I doing here? Then, after a beat: Where is Elaine? Shouldn’t she be here, even

if she doesn’t want to be with me, doesn’t want to marry me? Then I thought with rising

panic, Could she be hurt?

 

A familiar face poked her head into the room. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the

familiar face I’d been hoping for. “Elaine, are you awake?” Jolene called.

 

Elaine? I thought, and tried to say, No, I’m Allen! But the words wouldn’t come.

 

Feebly, I said, “I’m not sure I’m…” before my mind stuck on the words who you want and

couldn’t say them, so I substituted, “awake, actually” at the last moment. Why couldn’t I

even say my own name?

 

What’s wrong with me? I thought. What am I doing here? Why is Jolene here? Did I

really hear her call me by Elaine’s name?

 

And why did Jolene come alone? Where is my love?

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition:

It may sound strange, but we always ate mashed rutabagas at holidays. With a bit of sugar in the water to boil them with, and with a good amount of whipping cream or whole milk to add to them after being mashed, they are delicious.

 

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Author Biography:

Barb Caffrey is a writer, editor, and musician who holds two degrees in Music. She has a particular fondness for the clarinet, lived in Nebraska for the better part of three years, and appreciated the ability to combine both her loves with the writing of Changing Faces.

 

Her other books are An Elfy on the Loose and A Little Elfy in Big Trouble (otherwise known as the Elfy duology), while her short stories have appeared in a number of places (most recently in Realms of Darkover). She’s also the co-writer of the Joey Maverick series of stories (with late husband Michael B. Caffrey), so the next story you might see from her could be military science fiction—or better yet, military science fiction with romance.

 

She lives in Wisconsin.

 

Social Media Links:

Blog: Barb Caffrey’s Elfyverse https://elfyverse.wordpress.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/barb.caffrey.1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/BarbCaffrey

 

Top 10 Tips for Writing #HolidayRomance by @RuthACasie #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY #AMWRITING


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I’ve learned some interesting things about writing after releasing fifteen short stories, novellas and novels.

 

I thought I would be in full control of the characters on my pages—shape them into the people in my stories. Wrong. Many times I’ve found myself writing things I had not intended, finding out more about my character’s personalities then I originally thought, and always happily surprised.

 

I also learned that while the time from putting pen to paper to release day can vary, I’m usually working 4 to 6 months from start to finish. That means starting a holiday story in summer. Sitting on the back deck with a warm breeze or at the beach makes it difficult to think snow, cold and jingle bells.

 

So, here are my top ten tips for writing a holiday romance:

  1. Run through your playlist and find all your holiday music
  2. On YouTube find the yule log
  3. Mix up a cup of hot chocolate (ok, a frozen chocolate Frappuccino with a peppermint stick)
  4. Change your computer wallpaper to a snowy scene
  5. Turn up the air conditioner to EXTRA HIGH
  6. Choose a warm cozy romantic setting
  7. Put some holiday decorations around your writing area
  8. Include a holiday tradition you love in your story
  9. Incorporate holiday items into your story
  10. Use all of the above to get into the holiday spirit then put pen to paper

 

Title:  The Maxwell Ghost

 

Author: Ruth A. Casie

 

Genre: Historical Fantasy Romance

 

Book Blurb:

The Maxwell’s Caerlaverock Castle, on the Scottish border is in an uproar. Traitors, deception, murders and ghosts run rampant. The crops have failed and the granaries set ablaze. Rumors fly when servants Evan and his bride-to-be, Angel are found murdered and Evan’s ghost haunts the castle. Did Evan kill Angel then take his own life? Sonia, a young cook is sure everyone has it wrong. The ghost haunts the castle seeking justice. She will move heaven and earth to get to the truth, but she is helpless.

 

Laura Reynolds travels from England to her cousin, The Maxwell’s castle to put Evan’s ghost to rest. She has one week to complete the task or Evan’s ghost is doomed to haunt the castle forever. The Maxwell, while he loves his cousin, doubts her sorceress ways and has more important issues at hand, a traitor in their midst.

 

Jamie Maxwell Collins has finished his service to The Maxwell and eager for his promised farm. While long-time friends with Laura, he has little patience for her sorcery, but in order to get his farm The Maxwell requires Jamie protect and help her. Will Sonia’s information tip the scales and help them find the true murderer and bring justice to Evan and Angel? Will Sonia’s insight help Laura and Jamie realize their destinies are intertwined with hidden passions? All is in jeopardy when Laura becomes the murderer’s next target. Jamie will find he needs more than ghostly assistance to save Laura and realize they have a love that will last for eternity.

 

Excerpt:

After a silent hour’s ride, they arrived at a small clearing. The Bells Burn a few hundred yards ahead. Six riders emerged out of a thicket and blocked their way. Jamie’s men were in front of Laura and kept her hidden from view. Laura looked past her protectors and caught glimpses. The riders were from Ravencroft, the Mitchell crest clear on their cloaks.

 

“You’re on Mitchell land,” the leader of Bryce’s guards said. Looking between her protectors, she recognized the man. He often accompanied Bryce to Glen Kirk. Laura brought her horse around the others and caught Jamie’s men by surprise.

 

“We are not,” she insisted.

 

“Lady Laura,” the man sputtered. “I didn’t see you with these men.”

 

“Lord Bryce has you on patrol? You can’t see a woman among five men?” Jamie’s soft cough, which she knew well, concealed his laugh.

 

“And you have no idea of the Ravencroft boundary? Actually, you’re deep in Reynolds’ territory. What, sir, are you and your bullies doing on Glen Kirk land?” Her temper veered sharply to anger. Now she understood. Jamie’s route, while difficult, kept them on her father’s land until the border. Bryce. She had no illusions about his interests. They most definitely weren’t for her, but for Glen Kirk. He strutted around as if the heir apparent. Well, he wasn’t and, if she had anything to do with it, he never would.

 

The beads around her neck warmed. A soft gasp of surprise escaped her lips. Encouraged knowing she was right Laura walked her horse closer to the Mitchell patrol.

 

“How. Dare. You. Stop. Me.” She spat out each word. The men were silent, like reprimanded schoolboys. “I’ll make sure to tell my father how Lord Bryce takes liberties with Glen Kirk property or should I tell him a Ravencroft patrol lost their way in the forest and I needed to provide them with directions?”

 

Scarlet stains appeared on the leader’s cheek. Laura was aware of the enemy she’d made, but with good cause. The Mitchell men looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

 

Jamie and his men understood the situation. He pulled up beside her relaxed, his face with touches of humor around his mouth and eyes. His men on either side of them.

 

The Ravencroft leader looked at Jamie.

 

“Don’t look at me.” Jamie nodded to Laura. “I’m sorry for it, but I can’t offer you any protection. You’ll have to deal with Lady Laura.”

 

Bryce’s man stared at her baffled.

 

“Forgive me, Lady Laura. We thought something improper—”

 

“Improper. How ridiculous.” Laura’s horse reacted to her shout. She took a strong hand and calmed him. “Lord James is my mother’s cousin. Not that I need to give you an explanation. But,” she pretended to be soothed, “I do thank you for your concern for my safety and assure you your assistance is not needed. I can certainly handle one Scot and four of his men.”

 

Jamie sat his mount his hand casually on his sword hilt.

 

“Leave us now. I’ll let my father know what’s happened here and let him decide what to tell Lord Mitchell.”

 

“Yes, m’ lady.” He dipped his head in a quick bow and signaled his men. They wheeled around and made a fast retreat.

 

Their small company didn’t move. They waited until Mitchell’s men were out of sight and hearing distance.

 

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RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of historical swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Ruth also writes contemporary romance with enough action to keep you turning pages. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she found her voice, she was a speech therapist (pun intended), client liaison for a corrugated manufacturer, and international bank product and marketing manager vice president, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing romance. She hopes her stories become your favorite adventures. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

 

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You Might Be a #Regency Redneck If… (Christmas Edition) A Guest Post by @LouisaCornell #books


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You Might Be a Regency Redneck If…

Christmas Edition

A Guest Post by Louisa Cornell 

 

I write Regency historical romance because I fell in love with the era at the age of nine, and my love has only grown stronger since. I love the manners, the rules of proper conduct, the elegant clothes (especially men in breeches and boots,) travel in carriages and on horseback, the stately homes, and every aspect of life in this unique period.

 

Be that as it may, I have come to realize there are some aspects of Regency life, even in the most elite portions of society, that would not be amiss in the red plastic cup, mud-bogging, tobacco spitting locale in which I live today. Directions to my house do include the words “Turn off the paved road.”

 

Lest you think I use the term “redneck” as a pejorative, I spent a large portion of my childhood living in mobile homes in the South. My mother’s family were Native American sharecroppers. My father’s family were Pennsylvania coal miners. I know who and what I am. Jeff Foxworthy, the leading expert on the redneck lifestyle, defines it as “a glorious lack of sophistication.” For the purposes of this essay, and in my semi-expert opinion, that is the definition we will use.

 

There are examples of redneck behavior to be found in every race, religion, socio-economic group, and country in the world. I now realize the same is true of every historical era. Rednecks have been with us forever. Even during that most gracious and elegant of times—The Regency.

 

Prove it, you say? I give you a series of Regency Christmas traditions any self-respecting redneck would be happy to call his or her own.

 

Snapdragon

 

Under the heading of a Regency version of “Hey y’all, watch this!” comes the Christmas game of Snapdragon. Raisins and nuts were soaked in brandy in a large shallow bowl. The lights were put out, and the brandy lit. People had to try and grasp a raisin or nut and eat it without burning themselves. The winner was the person who managed to capture and eat the most. I think you’d have to soak me in brandy to get me to try it!

 

Bullet Pudding

 

Another Regency era Christmas game with a redneck flair is bullet pudding. One must have a large pewter dish piled high with flour pushed to a peak at the top. A single bullet is placed at the crest of the “pudding.” Players take turns cutting a slice of the “pudding” with a knife. The person who is slicing the “pudding” when the bullet falls must then put their hands behind their back and poke about in the pile of flour with their nose and chin to find the bullet. Once they find it, they must retrieve it with their mouth. All the while trying desperately not to join their companions in laughter as this will result in flour being inhaled into the mouth and nose. Regardless, the bullet retriever ends up with flour all over his face. Any game played with live ammunition and the promise of someone ending up covered in a mess would be as welcome at a Redneck Christmas as it was at Regency Christmases.

 

There were no Christmas carolers in Regency England. However, wassail groups would go from house to house singing begging songs in the hope of receiving food, drink, and money. Wassail was a mixture of beer, wine, and brandy and was usually served to the singers at each house. Every house. A great many houses before the night was done. I think I’ve seen groups like this around my neighborhood at Christmas-time.

 

Very few houses had our idea of Christmas trees during the Regency. Such decorated Christmas trees were made popular in England by Queen Victoria and Prince Albert in the middle of the 19th century. However, trees were not left out of the Regency holidays. On Epiphany Eve, men would gather round a fruit tree, usually in an orchard, with cider and guns. In an ancient ceremony, they would drink to the tree and fire the guns to drive away evil spirits and promote the vigor of the trees. Horn-blowing was an alternative to firing guns. (Sounds like a Regency tail-gating party to me!)

 

Speaking of trees, what could be more fun than a large group of men sent out into the woods to find the largest log possible to burn in the Christmas fireplace? The yule log had to be large enough to burn through the entire twelve days of Christmas. In fact, it had to be large enough to burn through to Twelfth Night and leave enough to be used to light next year’s log. Between the mine is bigger than yours aspects of the hunt for the yule log and the opportunity to show off one’s strength in helping to drag the log home, this Regency Christmas tradition is rife with redneck possibilities.

 

Round out your Regency Christmas outdoor adventures with shooting mistletoe out of the trees (a method used by many Regency bucks) and hanging it about the house in every doorway and dark corner, a Regency version of spin-the-bottle if ever I’ve heard one.

 

Oh, and don’t forget a Christmas dessert for which many families put the ingredients on layaway. K-Mart did not invent the concept. The original Christmas clubs were for families who could not afford to pay for the ingredients for their Christmas pudding all at once. Wives in less affluent households deposited their pennies with their local shopkeepers in order to have the money to purchase those luxury food items necessary for a proper Christmas pudding. And after all of that, said dessert was brought to the table amidst great pomp and ceremony and… set on fire. Anyone who doesn’t believe your average redneck would shout “Hell, yeah!” at the idea of a flaming Christmas dessert has never been to a Christmas barbecue in the South.

 

At the end of Christmas Day, men and women of every age, no matter how strict the rules of society, tend to celebrate this joyous holiday with a bit more exuberance than decorum prescribes. Even Regency ladies and gentlemen, at least during Christmastide, might show “a glorious lack of sophistication.” So should we all!

 

Title: Christmas Revels II: Four Regency Novellas

 

Author: Louisa Cornell

 

Genre: Historical Romance

 

Publisher: Singing Spring Press

 

 

Book Blurb:

 

Let the Revels begin-again! Four new stories with four distinctive voices:

The Vicar’s Christmas – Margaret Trent never needs anything or anyone, but when two London solicitors show up on her doorstep, she needs a hero. Enter Henry Ogden, mild-mannered village vicar. Hardly the stuff of heroes… until adversity brings out unexpected talents.

A Christmas Equation – A chance meeting between a reluctant viscount and a self-effacing companion revives memories of their shared past-a time when they were very different people. With secrets to keep, Sarah Clendenin wishes Benjamin Radcliff gone… but he’s making calculations of his own.

Crimson Snow – A trail of blood drops leads Jane Merrywether to a wounded stranger-the only person standing in the way of her wicked guardian becoming an earl. John Rexford, long-thought dead, has returned to claim his inheritance and his promised bride… if he can survive a murderous Christmas.

A Perfectly Unregimented Christmas – After years at war, Viscount Pennyworth returns to his ancestral home to find some peace and quiet and to avoid the holiday he loathes. But four naughty boys, a bonnet-wearing goat, a one-eyed cat, a family secret, and one Annabelle Winters, governess, make this a Christmas he’ll never forget.

 

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Louisa Cornell read her first historical romance novel, Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, at the age of nine. This inspired her to spend the next three years of her young life writing the most horrible historical romance novel ever written. Fortunately, it has yet to see the light of day. As Louisa spent those three years living in a little English village in Suffolk (Thanks to her father’s Air Force career.) it is no surprise she developed a lifelong love of all things British, especially British history and Regency-set romance novels. (And Earl Grey tea!)

During those same three years, Louisa’s vocal talent was discovered. Her study of music began at the London College of Music and continued once she returned to the States. After four music degrees and a year of study at the Mozarteum in Salzburg, Austria, Louisa was fortunate enough to embark on a singing career in opera houses in Germany, Austria, and most of Eastern Europe.

Now retired from an active career in opera, Louisa has returned to her first love – writing Regency-set historical romance. Two of her novellas have appeared in CHRISTMAS REVELS anthologies, A PERFECTLY DREADFUL CHRISTMAS and A PERFECTLY UNREGIMENTED CHRISTMAS .  A PERFECTLY DREADFUL CHRISTMAS was the 2015 Winner of the Holt Medallion Award for outstanding literary fiction in a romance novella. Her first full-length novel, LOST IN LOVE, has recently been published and is available widely.

Two-time Golden Heart finalist, three time Daphne du Maurier winner, and three time Royal Ascot winner, Louisa is a member of RWA, SMRWA and the Beau Monde Chapter of RWA. She lives in LA (Lower Alabama) with a Chihuahua so grouchy he has been banned from six veterinary clinics, several perfectly amiable small dogs, and a cat who terminates vermin with extreme prejudice.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: The Bassist by @CarlaKrae #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: The Bassist (West Coast Soulmates #1)

 

Author: Carla Krae

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Dylan is the bassist for Jake Lindsey’s band, but not when he’s in his hometown. It’s Christmas Eve and a sudden, strong blizzard has left the mountain submerged in snow, wrecking his plan to drive back to Los Angeles in time to attend Jake and Beth’s party Christmas Day.

Jennifer’s family was coming to spend the holiday at her cabin, but the storm is keeping them off the mountain. Resigned to entertaining herself for the night, she’s startled by someone pounding on her front door–a handsome man needing shelter from the storm. Dylan is sweet, funny, and so damn hot she can’t resist learning what he has to offer.

Was this a single night of passion, or the beginning of lasting love?

 

Excerpt:

They lapsed into silence, watching the crackly movie.  She studied him out the corner of her eye.  He was built nice, if you liked the slim look.  Visible muscle definition through the snug shirt.  She hadn’t looked close enough to see what color his eyes were, yet.  His hands were large, dwarfing the mug in his grasp, with long fingers and short nails.

 

“Do you think it’ll snow all night?” he asked.

 

“Maybe. Even if it doesn’t, the plows won’t come out on the roads until daylight.”

 

“So, I’m stuck here. All night.”

 

She let out a slow breath.  “So it would seem.”

 

A young, attractive man in the house all night.  Woo, boy.  No awkwardness there…

 

He broke the silence first.  “Want you to know you’re safe. Not a murderer or rapist or anything. Love women, actually.”

 

She arched a brow.  “And they love you?”

 

He laughed.  “Not enough to stay.”  And dropped his eyes to his mug.  “What about you? You mentioned a name.”

 

“Lee. My husband.”

 

“Oh. Couldn’t make it home for Christmas?”

 

“Not since he rolled his car off the mountain and died.”  Oh god…why did I say that?  “I’m going to prepare the guest room.”  She fled to the spare room to prepare his bed.

 

Jennifer couldn’t believe she blurted it out like that.  God, what he must think of her…what he must think she thought of him for asking.  Stupid, stupid, stupid

 

“Hey.”  He stood in the doorway.

 

“Yes?”

 

“I’m sorry for the personal question. It was none of my business. I’d offer to go, but…”

 

“You don’t need to apologize. I don’t know why I said that.”  She sighed.  “My husband died ten months ago. He was drunk and driving too fast and he didn’t make it around the curve.”  She sat on the bed.  “My family was coming up to help me make a good memory here for the holiday after… It’s my first Christmas alone.”

 

He took a step forward.  “You’re not alone now.”

 

Not in the technical sense, anyway.  “True. Thanks. Would you like more cocoa?”

 

“Please.”  He backed up to let her out of the room.

 

Dylan had a hell of a smile.  His whole face lit up with it.  Lee never smiled with his teeth showing; at least, not for a long time before his death.

 

He followed her to the kitchen.  She filled the kettle with more water and turned on the stove, then got some cookies she’d made the day before out of the pantry.  He sat on the counter watching her, his bare feet swaying back and forth.

 

“So, Dylan, huh?”

 

“Yep. Dylan Smith.”

 

“Not common at all.”

 

He chuckled.  “Nope. Merely another one of the faceless legion.”

 

“So, why would you do a performance at Christmas?”

 

“A favor. I don’t normally do this, but my friends had plans tonight, so I figured what the hell…and slid into a snow bank for my trouble.”

 

She giggled, handed him one of the mugs, and held up hers for a toast.  “To better luck next year.”

 

He clinked his mug with hers.  “I’ll drink to that.”

 

They shared a smile. She couldn’t help doing it when he did, like an automatic reaction of her cheek muscles.

 

“So, what kind of music do you play?”

 

He hopped down, careful not to slosh, and walked to his guitar case.  “Some of everything, really.”  He set the mug down and opened the case.  “Let’s see how you fared, old friend.”

 

He plucked his thumb on the strings, checking their tune, then started playing a combination of embellished scales.  At least to Jennifer’s knowledge, he was really good.  He pushed his sleeves up a bit, revealing toned forearms with corded muscles that twitched and flexed when he played.  Then he started humming something she didn’t know and switched melodies.  Soft words escaped his lips, like he couldn’t help singing it instead of merely humming along.  A smooth pretty baritone that made her tummy flutter.

 

She stared as he lost himself in the music, his eyes closed and head bobbing in time.  It had turned into an intimate moment.  She was sure he’d forgotten he had an audience and…wow, was it hot in here?

 

 

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I love eating on Thanksgiving and Christmas. I wear stretchy pants every year! But everything about Christmas is awesome: the music, decorating the tree, the lights on all the houses, etc.

 

Author Biography:

Romance writer. Weaver. Crocheter. Gardener. Crafter. Retired singer. Sci-fi lover. Debuting in 2011, Carla Krae lives in California with two crazy cats and a tech guy. To stay up-to-date with news, sign up for the newsletter: http://eepurl.com/FHncP

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Kwanzaa Angel by @shailstock #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:                Kwanzaa Angel

 

Author:           Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre: Romance

 

Book Blurb: 

Erin Scott withstood the humiliation of being abandoned at a high school prom by the man of her dreams. Channelling her personal feelings into work, Erin opened a department store which now flourishes and is about to expand. Just as her family gathers for the Kwanzaa celebration, her nemesis returns to town, opening old wounds and throwing her life in to passionate chaos.

Raimi Price regretted his decision almost as soon as he made it, but he couldn’t undo it. Now sixteen years later he’s back, hoping to stay, but reconciling with Erin Scott is a major priority. When he discovers they are both bidding on the same piece of property, his romantic plans stall. Then history threatens to repeat itself complicating matters more.

Can these two bridge the gap and find a lasting love?

 

Excerpt:

“Can you help me?” Erin Scott felt the tug on her skirt and heard the little voice at the same time. She turned away from the stack of sweaters she’d folded and refolded at least seven times that day. The store was crowded with people taking advantage of the after-Christmas sales. Behind Erin stood a little girl about seven years old with long dark braids.

 

“My uncle said it was all right to ask a stranger for help as long as I went to the stranger and they did not come to me,” her young voice explained. “He also said a lady would be better than a man.”

 

Erin smiled as she stooped to the child’s level. “Your uncle must be a very good parent,” she told her.

 

“Oh, he’s not a parent. He has only me. I’m his favorite niece.” She said it with all the adultness a seven-year-old could muster. Erin stifled a laugh.

 

“Are you lost?”

 

“No, ma’am.” She shook her head from side to side.  The long braids, clipped with red barrettes, slapped at her face. She had bangs that flowed dark and engaging to her eyebrows and eyelashes that Erin wished were her own. “I know where I am.”

 

“Then how can I help you?”

 

“It’s my uncle. He’s lost.” She checked over her shoul­der. “He was buying a gift and I looked around. Then he was gone.”

 

Erin glanced about the store. Everyone was buying something. It was the second largest shopping day of the year, equal only to Black Friday. The store was so crowded Erin had left her office to join the sales staff.

 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll find him. Now what’s your name?”

 

“Alicia Marie Allen.”

 

She spoke distinctly, like she’d learned her name in nursery school.

 

“Okay, Alicia Marie Allen, my name is Erin.” She pointed to the small white name tag pinned to the lapel of her red suit.

 

“May I call you Erin?”

 

Erin nodded.

 

“My uncle makes me call big people Ms. or Mrs.”

 

Erin smiled broadly. She wanted to hug the child. “Well maybe in my case, he’ll make an exception. Now what’s your uncle’s name?”

 

“Uncle Raimi.”

 

Erin stiffened. She lost her balance, putting her hand on the floor to keep from falling. It couldn’t be him, she told herself.

 

“Uncle Raimi Price?” Erin asked, grasping at a straw, knowing she was wrong even before the child’s head bobbed up and down.

 

“Uncle Raimi Price,” the child confirmed with the same aplomb with which she’d given her own name.

 

Erin caught her gasp before it escaped. Raimi Price was in her store. What was he doing here? When had he returned to Cranbury, New Jersey, and why did no one mention he was in town?

 

The rumor mill here was as lively as it was in any small community. Cranbury was only a few miles square. She could walk it end to end in under an hour. Yet the grape­vine had failed to get word to her that the man who’d dumped her at the senior prom was back and likely to cross paths with her at any moment.

 

The small hamlet in the center of the state was quiet and reserved with only a meager area they could call down­town. On any summer evening you could find people walk­ing down the streets. At this time of year, they admired the holiday decorations and store scenes. Erin’s store sat in the center of town, near the lake. When she’d bought the old warehouse building, people called her idea crazy, but today those same people shopped there regularly and spoke to her with a smile and a nod. Any one of them could have told her Raimi was back. Yet none of them had. Had they forgotten what happened to her? It was years ago. She was thirty-two now, no longer a sophomore, and no longer in love with Raimi Price. But the pain of his humiliation would live with her forever.

 

What would Raimi’s presence change? Would they remember what he’d done to her? Of course they would, she told herself. It was a hazard of living in a small town. Everyone knew everyone else and memories were long.

 

“Do you think we could look for him?” The little voice brought her back to her position on the floor.

 

“I’ll—I’ll get someone to find him,” Erin stammered.

 

“There he is.” Alicia’s voice rose with excitement, and she scampered off toward him. Erin wanted to turn away, but she was crouched on the floor. She stood up slowly, fear making her heart beat faster, waiting for that moment when he’d make eye contact with her, the moment he recognized who she was.

 

In one hand Raimi had a shopping bag with the store’s logo on its side. With the grace of a large cat, he knelt to the floor and received the running child. Erin watched him hug her, then push her away, saying something repri­manding before pulling her against his chest and hugging her again. Finally, he stood, taking the child with him, holding her with only one arm. The other he used to pick up the shopping bag.

 

Erin hadn’t seen Raimi Price since his last day of high school, sixteen years ago. He’d humiliated her so badly at the senior prom that she never wanted to see him again. Yet here he stood, looking directly at her.

 

He hadn’t changed much in sixteen years. As a seventeen-year-old, he was the best-looking guy in school: tall, athletic, tight buns. At thirty-four any boyishness he had had long since vanished. The man approaching her was blindingly sexy. His skin was dark and rich like smooth silk. His hair was thick, closely cut, and he wore a small mustache. He still had that outdoor athletic look. Erin remembered thinking he reminded her of a Montana cow­boy—rugged, strong, capable-of-anything—and how she’d wanted those strong, capable arms banded about her body.

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition: 

For Christmas I love Sweet Potato Pie.  As a tradition, at the first snowfall of the season, I bake cinnamon rolls.

 

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Author Biography:       

Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: A Kings’ Christmas by @JeanJoachim #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:  A Kings’ Christmas

 

Author:   Jean C. Joachim

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Stress over making the playoffs at holiday time can’t compete with the tensions in the homes of the star players on the Connecticut Kings. From Trunk Mahoney’s shattered dream of a Currier & Ives Christmas to the secret Lauren is keeping from Griff, surprises abound in this last tale of the team.

 

As the men and their women celebrate the holidays, bad news seems to rival good as accidents, breakups, and unexpected reunions strain love to the breaking point. Who will get their Christmas wish and who will not? If you’ve loved the men of the First & Ten series, then you won’t want to miss this nail-biter, the final chapter that will have you in tears and laughing with the wonderful men of the Connecticut Kings.

 

Excerpt:

Locker room, Kings’ Stadium, 1 p.m.

 

Tuffer Demson fingered the diamond ring in his pocket. His nerves were on edge. The Connecticut Kings were playing the Columbus Bobcats today. They had to win. Every game counted double now that the playoffs were around the corner. Or at least that’s the way he felt. The pressure was excruciating.

 

The young defenseman planned to propose to his live-in girlfriend, Alexia Sebastian, that night, after the big meal. Lexie was his coach’s daughter. Pete Sebastian, the coach, had taken a dim view of her dating Tuffer, and an even more negative eye to her living with her boyfriend. Ever since she’d moved in with him, Coach Bass had kept an eye on him, pushing him to work harder and do more.

 

He had bounced back and forth between his belief that the coach would be relieved to have Lexie become an “honest” woman versus shacking up, and the nagging suspicion that coach would rather have her marry Attila the Hun than Tuffer Demson. He made good money and was crazy about Lexie. Why shouldn’t they get married?

 

Never a player on the dating field, Tuffer had hoped to find the right one and make her his. He longed to have a marriage like his parents’—warm, close, and caring. They were best friends. Lexie was the sweetest girl he’d ever met, and she treated him with respect. Besides, she was smokin’, and their love life ignited his fire every time.

 

“Got your head in the game, Demson? We need to win,” Coach said, scowling.

 

“Yes, sir. I do, Coach. I do.” But it was a lie. Tuffer worried that Lexie might turn him down. Sure, he made good money, but for how long? He saved every penny he could for the day when football turned its back on him. He knew he wasn’t the brightest bulb. He’d never been a star at school, stealing a spot at a lesser college using his football talents. He’d never have a better chance than on the field to make a pile of money, that was obvious.

 

After his career was over, he had no idea what he’d do to earn a living. The time to snag a great wife was now. He figured he’d better get a commitment from Lexie while he was in his prime, before she realized she could do a whole lot better than him.

 

“What are you standing around for, Demson? Put on your uniform and get out there.” Coach’s brow furrowed. Tuffer figured the older man must be nervous about beating the Columbus team, The Bobcats, had been giving them trouble this season, as usual.

 

He removed his hand from his pocket and opened his locker. Time to get his head in the game before Coach Bass chewed it off.

 

“You look like you’re gonna hurl,” Trunk Mahoney, the most seasoned defenseman, said.

 

Tuffer yanked on his jersey. “Feel like it too.”

 

“What the hell?” Trunk straightened his shoulder pads and faced his teammate.

 

“Nothing.”

 

Trunk grabbed the younger man’s arm. “It’s not nothing.”

 

“I’m proposing tonight. To Lexie.”

 

“No, to Minnie Mouse. Of course, to Lexie. That’s great, kid!” Trunk grinned and slapped him on the shoulder.

 

“I don’t know. She might say ‘no’.”

 

“Aw, come on. Never. She’s livin’ with you, right? You’re makin’ it happen for her, right?”

 

“Trunk. That’s private.”

 

“Nothing’s private in here, buddy. What more could she want?”

 

“Someone with a better brain?”

 

“Bullshit. She’s lucky to get you. Come on. We’ve got a game to win.”

 

The coach interrupted their conversation. “Guys! Listen up! Get your butts out on the field! Let’s wipe out the Bobcats, so we can go home and eat! Cream ’em. No overtime! It’s Thanksgiving!”

 

The men cheered and followed Coach Bass. Trunk walked with Tuffer.

 

“They’ve got a new wide receiver. Some tool named Thompson. Number twenty-five, I think. Grind the fucker into the ground,” Trunk said.

 

“Got it. Twenty-Five.”

 

A cold wind whipped down the field, icing Tuffer’s face, but not his body. Lexie had picked up heavy-duty, thermal long johns for him. He had ’em on. Another reason to marry the girl—she put his welfare first and took good care of him. Maybe not quite as good as his mom did, but then, no one can do it better than a guy’s mother.

 

As he stood for the national anthem, his mind wandered. He wondered what she’d be doing now. He figured she’d be watching the game on television from the warm, spacious kitchen at Coach’s house, while she helped prepare the big meal.

 

He glanced up at the stands. His mother waved. She and his father had a blanket under their butts and one over their legs. His mom had insisted they both wear down parkas. He hoped they’d be comfortable. He’d been too embarrassed to ask if they had on long underwear.

 

Trunk nudged him. “Come on. Get your head in the game.”

 

“Sorry.” He loped along behind Mahoney to set for the kick-off. Griff Montgomery, the quarterback, had lost the toss, and so they were receiving. Due to injuries to some of the receiving team regulars, Tuffer and Trunk had been recruited by Coach Bass to be on the special team for the kick-off. The whistle blew, and he focused on the ball and protecting his teammates.

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition: 

Baking Christmas cookies with my 25-year-old son. My favorites are molasses cookies, his are chocolate pixies.

 

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Author Biography:

Jean Joachim is an award-winning, international best-selling romance author, with books hitting the Amazon Top 100 list in the U.S. and abroad since 2012. She writes mostly contemporary romance, which includes sports romance and romantic suspense.

 

  Dangerous Love Lost & Found won 1st place in the suspense category in the 2015 Oklahoma Romance Writers of America International Digital Awards contest. The Renovated Heart won Best Novel of the Year from Love Romances Café. Lovers & Liars was a RomCon finalist in 2013. And The Marriage List tied for third place as Best Contemporary Romance from the Gulf Coast RWA. To Love or Not to Love tied for second place in the 2014 New England Chapter of Romance Writers of America Reader’s Choice contest. She was chosen Author of the Year in 2012 by the New York City chapter of RWA.

 

Married and the mother of two sons, Jean lives in New York City. Early in the morning, you’ll find her at her computer, writing, with a cup of tea, her rescued pug, Homer, by her side and a secret stash of black licorice.

 

Jean has 35 books, novellas and short stories published. Find them here: http://www.jeanjoachimbooks.com. Sign up for her newsletter, on her website, or using the link below, and be eligible for her private paperback sales.  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jean-JoachimAuthor/221092234568929?sk=app_100265896690345

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Christmas Bizarre by @funnyauthor #COZYMYSTERY #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: Christmas Bizarre

 

Author: Lizz Lund

 

Genre: Humorous Mystery; Cozy Mystery

 

Book Blurb:

What do Santa’s Sidekick, a dead lawyer and a geriatric vampire have in common? Meet Mina Kitchen–a forty-something single who finds trouble quicker than she can whip up a batch of breakfast breads. Plural. Her catering disorder runs neck-and-neck with her weird luck, and her cat’s weirder tendency toward gnawing elf gear. Okay, and getting kidnapped a couple of times in one week is a little strange, too.

 

Excerpt:

I slipped into a panic and ran around the basement like my hair was on fire. I stubbed my toe and fell onto a workhorse, throwing planks and hardware everywhere.

 

Bernie stood with his hands on his hips, shaking his head. “I’m a vampire, Tina, we don’t do sex. Truth is, we can’t.”

 

“Fabulous. Dolores must be thrilled.”

 

“It’s not my fault!”

 

“Of course not. It happens to a lot of men your age.”

 

“You don’t understand. We’re separated!”

 

“Sorry.”

 

“I’m not sorry! I did it on purpose! To save her! In case I forgot myself.”

 

“Forgot yourself?” I asked, immediately wishing I’d kept my big mouth shut.

 

“I couldn’t suck the life blood out of my better half, could I? It’s not her fault I turned into a vampire. We’ve been married for fifty-three years!”

 

“Congrats.”

 

“Congratulate me in the afterlife, you stupid blood-pumping piece of flesh!” Bernie lunged at me, and we went tumbling. My head narrowly missed a pile of broken cinderblock, and connected with the cement floor instead.

 

I blinked a few times as I came to, dimly realizing that Bernie was sucking on my neck.

 

“Yecch!” I pushed him off and shoved him away. “What the hell are you doing?”

 

“I’m feeding!”

 

“You have no teeth!”

 

“Crap. You’re right. I left them upstairs in the glass. Be right back.” He hustled away for his gun and leaped up the steps, locking the door behind him.

 

I rubbed my neck and wiped away his spit. “Pretty spry for an old guy.”

 

“Quick! Can you barricade the door?” Tina asked.

 

I grabbed the flashlight and looked around. “There’s a bunch of cinderblocks, but I don’t think I have time to lift enough of them. Besides I can barely see.”

 

Tina thumped her head against the pole. “My luck, I gonna die with a stiff and a piss bucket while you get gummed to death.”

 

“I know, I know. This is pretty bad.”

 

Tina stopped thumping and sat up a bit. “The delivery place is going to be looking for that guy, sooner or later. What we need to do is guarantee us being here later.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“So this is what you’re gonna do…”

 

 

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Glugg (without lighting my eyebrows on fire).  “It’s A Wonderful Life” and “Best Years of Our Lives” followed by Cosmos and stand-up comic binge watching…

 

Author Biography:

Lizz Lund loves Lancaster. Since 1999, she’s been having a terrific time here and thinks everyone else should, too. 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–although she knows, “it’s an art.”

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: A Christmas Accident by @Melissa_Keir #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: A Christmas Accident

 

Author: Melissa Keir

 

Genre: Contemporary, Small-Town Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Expecting her first child, Sherri Wilder Davison wants nothing more than to spend time with her father over the holidays, but fate has a way of changing her best-laid plans.

 

Adam Davison is willing to do anything to make his pregnant wife happy. He will face hell to have her home for the holidays.

 

For Sherri and Adam, the holidays are a time of celebration and love, but this Christmas will be unlike any they have ever faced.

 

When a horrible blizzard causes an automobile accident that puts the lives of those Sherri loves on the line, can a Christmas miracle save them?

 

Excerpt:

The arctic blast of freezing snow turned Route 2 into a sheet of ice, making travel almost impossible. The drive from Michigan shouldn’t have taken more than three or four hours, but the harsh winter weather increased our time. We’d passed through Sandusky and were almost to Amherst, however, the conditions were continuing to worsen. Peanut was quiet in my tummy as if he too, sensed our terror at the horrible circumstances.

 

Looking over at Adam, I could see the strain etched on his face. His normally bright eyes were focused intently on the road, never wavering. His hands clenched the steering wheel tightly. Not wanting to add to his stress, I didn’t speak. The silence in the car was deafening. The only sound came from the windshield wipers swishing against the blizzard conditions.

 

I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. My fear climbed as my heart raced with each pass of the wipers across the window. The smell of stale coffee made my stomach clench.

 

“Adam, maybe we should stop. You know, wait the storm out. I don’t want to put our lives on the line to get to my dad’s.”

 

“We’re almost there. Just a little farther.”

 

Suddenly, out of the blizzard, two red lights appeared in front of us. A stopped car stood on the freeway in front of us. The taillights’ bright glare mocked the whiteness of the snowstorm. Adam slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting the car, only to have our SUV fishtail before sliding toward the median guardrail. Even in four-wheel drive, the car wasn’t a match for the icy conditions.

 

Adam screamed, “Oh God! Hold on!”

 

Dread filled my chest, as I gripped the armrests and braced my feet flat against the floor. Please let us be okay. Prayers filled my mind as snow whipped past the windshield. The screeching became the last sound I heard as the car’s body skidded against the metal guardrail before flipping, rolling over and over.

 

 

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On Christmas Eve, we always went to my father’s side of the family for dinner and presents. It was a special time where we would sing and dance, play games and put on musical shows. My grandparents would cook sauerkraut soup and bake cookies. We’d have special punch and spend time with our cousins. Driving home, we’d “oooh” and “ahh” over the lights on the homes and share our wishes of Christmas Day gifts.

 

Today, my dad still makes sauerkraut soup for my sisters who get together with him each Christmas Eve. Since we live too far to join them, we’ve started a new tradition of going out for Chinese with my husband’s family. Spending time with family is the most special gift of the holiday season.

 

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Author Biography:

Melissa doesn’t believe in down time. She’s always keeping busy. Melissa is a wife and mother, an elementary school teacher, a book reviewer, owner of a publishing company as well as an author. Her home blends two families and is a lot like the Brady Bunch, without Alice. She loves to write stories that feature happy endings and is often seen plotting her next story.

 

She’d love to hear from you! www.melissakeir.com

 

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: The Magic Shoppe by @shailstock #ROMANTICFANTASY #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:           The Magic Shoppe

 

Author:       Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre:        Romantic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:  

Georgiana Castleton is gifted. But she knows all gifts come with a price. And hers is a short life. This will be her last Christmas and she’s resolved to her fate–until two mysterious men enter her life and revive her hope. But she has to get something for each of them. And it will take a miracle to do that. And even with her gift she has no guarantee that she will succeed.

Angus Fielding’s moves are those of a magician. Appearing virtually out of thin air, he saves Georgiana from the jaws of death. With inhuman forces stalking her, Georgiana knows his help also comes at a price. She doesn’t know what Angus wants…but her life depends on her giving it to him.

 

Excerpt:

Lancelot’s sword flew off the wall. In an instant it turned, pointed toward Mr. Moorehead, its velocity squealing as it cut through the air and headed straight for him. He stopped it an inch from the center of his eyebrows. It hung there, without physical support, as dangerous as a speeding bullet, until he sent it spinning back. End over end it swept through the room. No one since Lancelot had wielded it. No one but himself.

 

The sword was Mr. Moorehead’s favorite. It wasn’t a toy and held no magic of its own. He’d chosen it as an antique, used it when he was alone and when he was nervous.

 

As he was now.

 

He hated waiting. And he’d been waiting over an hour.

 

The unmanned sword flipped skyward, fought invisible enemies, skillfully avoiding the light chords hanging from the ceiling. The activity kept his mind active and away from thoughts of his tardy guest. The hair on the magic dolls blew in the sword’s wind. A myriad of toys clinked, vibrating against each other on the display tables. The cacophony of sound made a discordant music that wasn’t at all unpleasant.

 

Sending the sword back to its place high on the wall, Mr. Moorehead checked his pocket watch. An hour and a quarter had past since the appointed time. He scratched his head and rubbed his short beard. Would the man not come? This was not the way to begin a job that relied on precise elements, deadlines and stealth.

 

Picking up a large crystal ball, he polished the glass in the soft glow of a single lamp, setting set his mind purposely away from the expected man. He surveyed the many toys filling every conceivable space in the magic shop. The kids loved coming here and playing with them. In his shop nothing every broke and he never shooed a child away.

 

The business was below stairs, on the basement level of a New York brownstone. He’d lived on the upper three floors longer than he could remember, much longer than any of the families living at street level today. He would hate to leave it, but time passed and his was nearing the end. If his guest refused his invitation or refused his mission, this would be his last Christmas.

 

Looking up, he raised his hand. The sword wielded about the room. Anger had it flying dangerously close to the toys, but he was a skilled artist. Suddenly the bell over the door tinkled. Mr. Moorehead swung around. The sword flew straight toward the intruder. Mr. Moorehead’s breath stopped. At that instant so did the sword. It stood in the air, vibrating back and forth, its tip only an eyelash away from the newcomer’s brow. The light was dim in the closed shop. He only saw an outline, not any details of the person standing by the door. Yet he’d heard the astonished cry when the sword nearly pierced the man’s forehead. Slowly Mr. Moorehead backed it away and let it clatter to the floor.

 

Relieved that his guest had finally arrived, Mr. Moorehead walked toward the man. The anticipation on his face fell when he saw the slip of a girl standing just inside the entrance. He did not recognize her. He knew everyone in the neighborhood, and they knew his magic shop closed at five. It was now past seven.

 

“May I help you?” he asked. “Are you here seeking a gift for a friend or relative?”

 

She looked at the sword on the floor, but said nothing about it. Neither did she move to retrieve it or step away from any danger it might still entertain.

 

“I am not,” she said, her voice stronger than she looked. “I am Georgiana Winifred Castleton.”  Her thin shoulders lifted a bit. “I believe you are expecting me.”

 

He looked confused. The name meant nothing to him, but she spoke it as if it should. There was even the tone of nobility underlying the lithe of her speech. Although nobility had not crossed the Atlantic with the new Americans, Mr. Moorehead had witnessed the break between the colonies and their mother country.

 

“May I help you?”  He leaned forward, not quite bowing.

 

She pulled a battered looking envelope from her sleeve. He immediately recognized it.

 

“Georgiana Winifred Castleton?” he frowned.

 

“George Castle,” she said. He immediately understood that this was not the first time she had used the bastardization of her given name as subterfuge. He checked himself, stifling a smile. It was one thing that sided in her favor. She had brash and that could come in handy if she were not a girl.

 

Mr. Moorehead tried to speak, but only made an incomprehensible noise. He bent forward and picked up the sword. “You are a girl.” He finally got the words out.

 

She jumped back, her hands going to her breasts as if he had scared her. “I did not know that. Thank you so much for pointing it out.”

 

She was only a hair over five feet, with long wisps of blonde hair that needed curling and huge brown eyes. It was impossible not to look into them.

 

“I was not expecting a female or a child.”

 

“Not a problem,” she said. “I can fix that.”  In a wink, she spun fully around, her tattered clothes clinging to her slight frame. As she came back to face him, the girl was gone. Standing before him was a young man. His length of hair was a might too long. He had no whiskers, but a sort of peach fuzz on her chin indicating his young age. His gaze, however, was direct and penetrating. Gone was any appearance of weakness.

 

“You are late,” he said, closeting his astonishment in the censured tone of his voice.

 

Spreading her hands, she offered him a smile. Deep dimples creased her cheeks and changed her face from childlike to something different…something more.

 

“And you are playing with toys.”

 

 

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For Christmas I love Sweet Potato Pie.  As a tradition, at the first snowfall of the season, I bake cinnamon rolls.

 

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Author Biography:   

Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: The Bastard’s Iberian Bride by @AlinaKField #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: The Bastard’s Iberian Bride

 

Author:       Alina K. Field

 

Genre:        Regency Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Daughter of spies

 

For a chance at true freedom, Paulette Heardwyn needs the fortune left her by her inscrutable father. But she doesn’t know what it is, where it is, or how to find it, and the only man with answers, the Earl of Shaldon, takes his secrets to the grave. Worse, the dead earl tries to force her marriage to his bastard son—and leaves her prey to a traitor seeking the same treasure she’s after.

 

Soldier, Steward, Bastard

 

Bink Gibson is ready to throw off his quiet life as steward to his old commander and head for India and the chance of prosperity. But before he can leave he’s summoned to the deathbed of the Earl of Shaldon, a meddling spymaster, a complete stranger…and his father.

 

And the Earl has set a trap Bink will never be able to resist.

 

Excerpt:

A tap at the door brought the innkeeper’s smiling, buxom maid with a flagon of ale and a pint tankard. Bink thanked her for the drink, and silently, for the interruption, and started speaking before the door shut on the wench, before the lady across from him could stop glaring at her and untie her tongue.

 

“I know we haven’t gone far, Miss Heardwyn, but it is, if you will remember, the Sabbath, and in spite of it, we’ve all had a hard day’s labor. The servants are entitled to a rest. Kincaid and the men will watch over your wagon. Nothing will go missing.”

 

She studied her teacup and worried at her lush lower lip with those perfect white teeth. She was a beauty, was Miss Heardwyn, much more to his taste than the flaxen-haired serving wench, and in other circumstances…

 

“As to the cost.” She cleared her throat.

 

“You are not to worry, miss. I’ve said you will have any monies Shaldon has left me, and I mean it. I will bear the cost tonight, and tomorrow we’ll make the arrangements with Bakeley for the rest.”

 

Her gaze shot up, eyes flashing. She did not want to be in his debt.

 

Or… she did not want to return to Cransdall.

 

She stood and walked to the fireplace. The room had gone warm, and he debated opening one of the casement windows a tad wider.

 

“Mabel, wait outside please,” the lady said, her back to the both of them.

 

Bink eased out of his chair. “Leave the door open, Mabel. You may stand outside and eavesdrop but don’t allow anyone else to listen.”

 

The maid’s lips quivered as she curtsied and hurried out.

 

He turned back to the lady. “Is this where you tell me you will not return to Cransdall?”

 

Paulette’s breath caught. Mr. Gibson had moved up next to her with a great deal of stealth, close enough to lay hands on her if he wished.

 

His big body radiated warmth and suffused her with his scent. Even after a hard day of riding, the man-scent was subtle, no stronger than her farmer’s had been on a Sunday morning, dressed in his best. But the yeoman farmer had repelled her. There was nothing repellant about Mr. Gibson.

 

She reached for some calm, trying to still her heart. She was shorter than most women, true, but even if she’d been tall for a woman, he would still tower over her. He spread one enormous hand against the mantel and leaned into it, sending her heart fluttering into her throat.

 

She coughed to clear it. She must not let him think her weak. “Returning to Cransdall is out of the question for me. If you take me there, I will never be able to leave.”

 

Quiet followed, the long silence making her wonder if he’d actually heard.

 

“Where do you want to go?” he asked.

 

This inn was on the main road, the groom had said. She might have enough money to get to London, and then a bit more for her keep once she arrived. For a few days, anyway. Once she located the solicitor and one of her trustees, she would be provided for, surely.

 

She would not tell him those plans.

 

“What of your belongings we rescued today?” he asked, before she could speak.

 

Grrr. He was tricky, this one. She had not thought that far ahead. “They will be safe at Cransdall, surely. Kincaid and the grooms can take them back. You can return to your home.”

 

“And you—”

 

“You are not my keeper, Mr. Gibson.”

 

He studied her for a too-long moment, sending warmth up her cheeks. She would not look away. She would not give him the satisfaction.

 

“I’ll ask you to sleep on it, and we’ll talk again at breakfast.” He reached one long finger up and swept a lock of hair behind her ear.

 

His touch jolted her, too delicate for the man. She could feel her breath rising and falling like a bellows-blown fire, all deliciously lit up within her, with a promise of something she couldn’t fathom.

 

 

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Author Biography:

Award winning author Alina K. Field earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English and German literature, but her true passion is the much happier world of romance fiction. Though her roots are in the Midwestern U.S., after six very, very, very cold years in Chicago, she moved to Southern California and hasn’t looked back. She shares a midcentury home with her husband, her spunky, blonde, rescued terrier, and the blue-eyed cat who conned his way in for dinner one day and decided the food was too good to leave.

 

She is the author of the 2014 Book Buyer’s Best winner, Rosalyn’s Ring, a 2015 RONE Award finalist, Bella’s Band, and a 2016 National Reader’s Choice Award finalist, Liliana’s Letter, as well as her latest release, The Marquess and the Midwife. She is hard at work on her next series of Regency romances, but loves to hear from readers!

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Aaden BlueStar by @authorGaughan #SCIFI #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: Aaden BlueStar – The Awakening

 

Author: David Gaughan

 

Genre: Space Adventure

 

Book Blurb:

Never feeling quite at home in this world, an ordinary boy discovers his extraterrestrial heritage and superhuman powers when he is confronted by an alien foe. Discovering he is here on a time travel mission, his grip on reality is stretched when he realizes his father, who is running for President, is also not of this world. His best friend Fleur and his sister Tiffany are the only two he can confide in. Together with their extraterrestrial friends, they not only have to combat their alien foe, they also have to convince humanity to change their ways to prevent destroying their home through an environmental disaster. With climate change and extreme weather issues increasing in frequency and intensity, the clock is ticking!

 

Excerpt:

Ben’s image appeared before him.

Startled, Aaden immediately opened his eyes and the image disappeared. He hadn’t expected that. He wasn’t sure what he’d see, but he was shocked to get such a clear image – it was as though he was actually looking at the person standing right in front of him. He composed himself and shut his eyes again.

Almost immediately, Ben’s form appeared before him again.

“Hi!” said Ben.

“Wow!” said Aaden, taken aback. “I’ve never done this before.”

Ben smiled. “I knew there was something unusual the moment I saw you. There’s something special about you.”

“I had the same feeling about you,” said Aaden, still coming to terms with this surreal experience. “But how come we can do this?”

“I’m not sure,” said Ben. “But this is the safest way to communicate without those goons in black intercepting our messages. We need to meet up and discuss. Where and when? You name it.”

“It’ll have to be near here,” said Aaden. “Can you meet me at my school at four, tomorrow afternoon? Sorry, but I don’t have the freedom to get to you.”

“That’s okay,” said Ben. “I was expecting that. I can get a cheap flight.”

Aaden gave him brief instructions how to get to his school and then Ben’s image faded. Aaden opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, wondering how de was going to explain this experience to Tiffany and Fleur.

The next afternoon, the three of them ran expectantly from their classes to the school entrance gates. Tiffany and Fleur were amazed to see Ben standing there, waiting for them.

“How do you guys do that?” said Tiffany, gaping at Ben and then at Aaden. “How do you communicate like that? It’s freaky.”

“Ask him,” said Aaden, pointing to Ben. “It’s a first for me.”

Tiffany and Fleur stared at Ben. He raised his upturned hands, indicating his own confusion about it.

“I really don’t know,” he said. “I suggested it to Aaden more as an experiment than anything. After those guys in black chased us the other day, I didn’t want to use the phone or email in case the message was intercepted. I’ve had strange experiences with visions, so I thought I’d try to connect with Aaden in thought. I was as surprised as you when it worked.”

Aaden stared fixedly at him. “What do you mean when you say you’ve had visions?”

“Strange visions,” said Ben. “I don’t normally tell people about them because they’re so unusual, but I feel strongly connected to you guys, so I’ll tell you.”

“The visions are of spaceships, aren’t they?”

“Yes!” said Ben excitedly. “Not only space and spaceships, but battles in space. The visions are always the same – I’m in the pilot seat of one of the craft.”

Tiffany and Fleur both looked immediately at Aaden.

“That’s the same visions you get, Aaden,” said Fleur. “How weird that you both see the same things.” She looked at Ben. “How long have you been having these visions?”

“Only for the past couple of years,” said Ben. “It was after I had a fall from a ladder, while painting my parents house.” He fingered the faint scar on his forehead. “I was lucky I wasn’t killed, but when I regained consciousness I had strange dreams. Then I learnt to control the visions through concentration. Later they started to appear on their own, even during the day.”

“That’s the same as Aaden,” said Fleur excitedly. “He had the same things happen after being struck by lightning.”

“Struck by lightning?” said Ben. “That sounds more exciting than falling from a ladder.”

“Whatever,” said Aaden. “The result was still the same. I hope you know why we’re being shown these things?”

Ben pursed his lips.

“I don’t. At first, I thought it might have been some psychological effect connected with the stuff my grandpa had told me about the Roswell UFO incident, but now that I’ve met you I’ve changed my mind. You didn’t have those stories told to you when you were young, did you?”

Aaden shook his head. “It was the opposite. That’s why it was a shock for me when the visions started.”

“I have something to show you,” said Ben. He looked around. “But I can’t show you here. I can’t stay long – the only available return flight is in the early evening. The main reason I came is to show you something special. Where can we go that’s more private?”

“Home is close-by,” said Tiffany. “Only a couple of blocks away.”

“That’s why I suggested we meet here,” said Aaden. He pointed towards home. “Come on, it’s only a short walk.”

When they got to the house they went into the lounge. Aaden and Tiffany’s mother was busy in the kitchen and their dad wasn’t home yet, so they had the area to themselves. Ben pulled a folded paper from his hip pocket and started to unravel it.

“What do you think of this?” he said as he smoothed it out on the coffee table.

Aaden’s eyes widened as he stared at the strange hieroglyphics on the paper.

“This is a pencil rubbing of the hieroglyphics on an I-beam of the crashed Roswell UFO,” said Ben in a matter-of-fact tone. “I told you I had a small piece of the wreckage that my grandpa had got when he was young.”

“Wow!” said Tiffany and Fleur in unison, as they both bent over the paper to study it.

Aaden pulled back, all-the-while staring wide-eyed at the sheet.

“In the service of Belial,” he said flatly.

“Yes!” yelled Ben, looking at Aaden in surprise. “You can read it. I got the same thing. I wasn’t sure if I was interpreting it right, but you’ve confirmed it for me.”

“What or who is Belial?” said Tiffany.

 

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Author Biography:

Born on the same day and month as Mark Twain, this Sagittarius has always been the explorer, not only in world travel pursuits but also alternative fringe subjects. Having climbed the Great Pyramid of Cheops (and getting arrested doing so), some of his other world experiences included riding camels in the Sahara Desert, white-water rafting at the top of the Ganges river, fire walking on a weekend retreat, hot air ballooning in the Cappadocia Region in Turkey and visiting ashrams in Northern India. Much of David’s overseas travel has been fueled by his keen interest in metaphysical subjects. In his earlier years he witnessed, along with three other people, a sighting of a UFO mother ship and four smaller craft, and that was the catalyst for him to research that subject, also in connection with established world viewpoints and how ancient prophecies might hold the clue to our past and future.

 

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#Romance Writer Seeks Hero – Must Be Willing to Work Odd Hours #guestpost #books #regency


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Romance Writer Seeks Hero – Must Be Willing to Work Odd Hours

A Guest Post by Anna D. Allen

 

If it were up to me, all my heroes would be beautiful, ginger-haired men… or “tall, dark, and handsome.” Of course, I can’t make them all ginger, and “tall, dark, and handsome” is relative to me—taller than me (I’m short), darker than me (I’m a shade darker than death warmed over), and handsome just means he’s got that something-something that makes me like him.

 

When the idea for a hero first takes hold in my mind, I can see him, but it’s like an impressionist painting with all the details burred (in keeping with my eyesight). So in order to describe those details, I seek out photos of men who fit that vision of my hero. This is purely a tool for myself.

 

It’s surprising how important these photos can be. In one story, the character had to be blond. No way around it. And thankfully, I found a photo to work from… because no matter what I did, no matter how I described him in print, in my mind, he had raven locks (and bore an uncanny resemblance to Duncan McLeod of Clan McLeod—aka Adrian Paul).

 

It can take some time to find the right image. And when I do, it never fails that I tend to describe the hero in negative terms—his ears were too long, his eyes too far apart, but she thought he was hot nonetheless.

 

For the novella A Light in Winter or the Wicked Will (published in Christmas Revels: Four Regency Novellas), the hero, Connor Grayson, had to be boyish and ginger. Easy. Eddie Redmayne! But as the story progressed, the heroine, Katherine Woodbridge, realized Connor was no boy and she was drawn to the “broad expanse of his back.” I needed another visual reference for that one… and discovered it while watching the latest version of Jane Eyre when Michael Fassbender, as Mr. Rochester, transplants a shrubbery. (What is it about 19th Century men in waistcoat and shirt sleeves? Okay, any man in waistcoat and shirt sleeves!)

 

Problems finding a suitable image arose while working on my novel, Miss Pritchard’s Happy, Wanton Christmas (and the Consequences Thereof). The hero was in his late thirties, very much a man, and had yet to hit that middle-aged spread. I could see the image in my head perfectly. I knew exactly whom to cast in the role. He was that British actor… I didn’t know his name. No problem. We live in the age of Google. I just had to Google something I had seen him in.

 

Only… what had I seen him in? There was that episode of Law and Order UK. No idea which one (but I bet someone was murdered). Well, he was in an episode of that mystery mini-series on PBS… No, I don’t know the name it. It was with…? With… oh, what is his name? That guy… from Ballykissangel… the one I associate with Robson Green. (Why didn’t I just pick Robson Green? After all, he is gorgeous! Probably because he wasn’t my hero.)

 

This was not working. Didn’t know the actor’s name, and what little I could recall about him would potentially require hours of searching through the casts of countless television episodes.

 

So I sought out other possibilities that were a close match to the image in my head. That guy who played the doctor in Bleak House (at least that one was easier to track down—Google Bleak House—the one with Charles Dance—and see who played the doctor). Sadly, the photos I found of him were blurrier than my eyesight. The only other prospect that immediately came to mind was… he played the handyman who married the older woman on Guiding Light. Good gracious! That was thirty years ago! Besides, I don’t remember anyone’s name from the show (I just remember everyone got food poisoning at their wedding).

 

Finally, I just started Googling actors with dark(ish) hair.

 

Rejects

 

Richard Armitage? No.

 

Colin Ferrell? Such a beautiful Irish lilt, but my hero is English.

 

Marton Csorka? Too broad…but let’s remember to use him in something else.

 

Hugh Jackman? Hmmm? Well? Maybe… No, no, no. I can’t do that. Way too obvious. Besides, he’s not right for the part. But I’ll scroll through photos just a bit more. No, nothing. You know, I don’t have anything more pressing right now, maybe a few more photos.

 

And then I found one specific photo that worked. Maybe it was the lighting, the background, the look in his eyes, but, yeah, he’d do in a pinch. Still not my ideal hero for the novel, but what girl would turn down Hugh Jackman as a stand-in?

 

Stand-In

 

I had my hero.

 

Or so I thought.

 

Two nights later, the British actor I originally wanted to cast in the role was in a movie on Hallmark Movies and Mysteries—Honeymoon for One. He played the cheating fiancé! (Alongside Greg Wise—why didn’t I just cast him as my hero?) Now I had his name—Patrick Baladi. True, he was a tad too old for the part, but I found some photos of him from a few years ago, and, ta-dah, I had my hero. And I described him in the novel accordingly.

 

Sadly, this meant I had to fire Hugh Jackman! The poor man. With a family to support. He never saw it coming. I felt bad. Really, I did. So I named the hero Hugh to make it up to him. (You know he’s thrilled.)

 

Meanwhile, as all this was going on, I had the artist, Adam Tetzlaff, hard at work creating an image for the cover. It was to depict the hero and heroine. Furthermore, my sometimes co-anthologist, Hannah Meredith, had read the opening chapters of my novel in progress. She had no idea of all I’d gone through to get the hero just right in my mind. When Adam finished the artwork, I showed it Hannah. She was impressed and said it was great… only…

 

“I imagined the hero as Hugh Jackman,” she confessed.

 

(Ah, sigh.)

 

Of course, by the end of the novel, I was imagining the hero as Henry Cavill, despite my careful descriptions to the contrary.

 

Clearly, this need for an image of my hero is purely for my benefit, because readers create their own image of the hero.

 

My Hero

 

For The Vicar’s Christmas (published in Christmas Revels II: Four Regency Novellas), it turned out much the same. I had the perfect image in mind for my vicar (with the receding hairline). I tracked down a photo, this time, casting an American in the role. Knowing nothing about the actor, I was shocked to learn he was approximately 60 years old! He could easily pass for my almost-40-year-old vicar. When I learned Hannah Meredith was a fan of the recently defunct television show he starred in as the side-kick, I told her, “Oh, I based the appearance of Henry Ogden on him.” Well, Hannah informed me, the actor bore no resemblance to the Henry she imagined!

 

Decide for yourself. Read the excerpt, and with what scant clues I’ve provided, decide whom you would cast in the role of my mild-mannered village vicar, Henry Ogden. I’m looking forward to reading your choices. Tomorrow, I’ll post my own comment and tell you who provided my inspiration.

 

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Title: Christmas Revels II : Four Regency Novellas

 

Author: Anna D. Allen

 

Genre: Historical Romance

 

Publisher: Singing Spring Press

 

 

Book Blurb:

 

Let the Revels begin-again! Four new stories with four distinctive voices:

The Vicar’s Christmas – Margaret Trent never needs anything or anyone, but when two London solicitors show up on her doorstep, she needs a hero. Enter Henry Ogden, mild-mannered village vicar. Hardly the stuff of heroes . . . until adversity brings out unexpected talents.

A Christmas Equation – A chance meeting between a reluctant viscount and a self-effacing companion revives memories of their shared past-a time when they were very different people. With secrets to keep, Sarah Clendenin wishes Benjamin Radcliff gone . . . but he’s making calculations of his own.

Crimson Snow – A trail of blood drops leads Jane Merrywether to a wounded stranger-the only person standing in the way of her wicked guardian becoming an earl. John Rexford, long-thought dead, has returned to claim his inheritance and his promised bride . . . if he can survive a murderous Christmas.

A Perfectly Unregimented Christmas – After years at war, Viscount Pennyworth returns to his ancestral home to find some peace and quiet and to avoid the holiday he loathes. But four naughty boys, a bonnet-wearing goat, a one-eyed cat, a family secret, and one Annabelle Winters, governess, make this a Christmas he’ll never forget.

 

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A violent tapping at his window startled the vicar out of his thoughts. On the opposite side of the glass stood a grinning Jack Carden, the stable boy from Edgecombe Hall, all rosy cheeked with ringlets and the vapor of his breath creating a very false cherub-like appearance. He waved a note clutched firmly between the hand and thumb of his mitten. Had it been summer, Henry would have just opened the window and taken the note—no doubt with Jack crawling through in the process to land in a jumble on the carpet. But with these cold days settling in and thoughts of summer far away, Henry was not about to open the window. He probably should not have even drawn the curtains but he couldn’t resist the sun pouring into the dark room.

 

“Go around,” Henry said and motioned the boy toward the back of the house. Holbein, Mr. Clarke, His Majesty the mad king, and even God would all have to wait for the more pressing matters of village life.

 

Henry met the boy inside the hall by the back door and took the note.

 

“You should hear Miss Trent!” Jack exclaimed with much too much eagerness. “If she weren’t a lady, she’d be swearing like a groomsman.”

 

“Ah. None of that, now,” Henry calmly scolded, then pointed toward the kitchen. “Have Mrs. Brown give you something hot to warm yourself. There may be a reply.” Between the boy and Henry’s housekeeper, the vicar knew the whole village would know of the goings on at Edgecombe Hall within the hour.

 

As Jack scampered off to the kitchen—Mrs. Brown shouting for the boy to walk and refrain from behaving like a little heathen—Henry broke the seal on the note.

 

It was a summons from Miss Margaret Trent. Or more precisely, from Mr. Jonah Henderson, the late Sir William’s London solicitor’s junior partner who had called on Miss Trent that morning. He reported the lady was quite hysterical—how Henry hated that word, especially as he doubted Miss Trent had ever been anywhere near exhibiting such symptoms in her entire life—and that she needed Reverend Ogden to come immediately to offer comfort and consolation in her time of bereavement.

 

A solicitor, especially one up from London, never boded well. And this note reeked of mendacity. While anyone and everyone in the village could more than happily lecture on what exactly Miss Trent needed, comfort and consolation in her time of bereavement were definitely not among them. If anything, the gossips said she demonstrated an unusual lack of emotion upon her father’s death. Never one to put store by gossips, Henry knew Miss Trent to be dignified, proud even, and that she would never allow for a public display of her feelings to all and sundry. Tears were a private matter reserved for intimates.

 

Margaret Trent, in Henry’s view, was probably the most self-reliant of all his parishioners and therein—he suspected—lay the reason for her continued spinsterhood. She managed quite well on her own, and whatever the situation unfolding today at the hall, Henry sincerely doubted Miss Trent needed him for anything.

 

He took out his pocket watch and clicked it open. Quarter to eleven. Blast and blazes! He would have to do without his eleven o’clock tea. Worse—well, maybe not worse—the farrier had told him not to ride his horse until after Christmas due to a recent bout of lameness. Walking from the vicarage to the church was easy enough, but all the way to Edgecombe Hall, a distance of at least two miles, in this cold, would be miserable. Still. Needs must. If Jack could manage it as cheerfully as he did, so too could Henry. And the lad could keep him company on the way.

 

Henry informed Mrs. Brown that he had been called to Edgecombe Hall about a matter and did not know when he would return home. He checked himself in the mirror; despite his dark, spiky hair and the ever-growing number of faint lines around his eyes, he would do. He bundled up against the cold, wrapped a muffler around his head, pulled on his gloves and hat, and, seeing Jack was finished with his cup of tea and biscuit, headed out into the gray frosty world with the boy tagging along beside him.

 

 

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Author Biography:

Anna D. Allen is essentially half-Finnish and half-Southern, which means she has no sense of humor and will shoot you for wearing white shoes after Labor Day… unless you are attending a wedding and happen to be the bride. She holds a Bachelor of Science and a Master of Arts in Language and Literature. She is a recipient of the Writers of the Future award and a member of Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, but she also has a great passion for Regency Romances. It is generally acknowledged that she spends way too much time with the dead and her mind got lost somewhere in the 19th Century. Along with her contributions to the Regency anthologies, Christmas Revels and Christmas Revels II, her available works include two collections: Mrs. Hewitt’s Barbeque: Seven Eclectic Tales of Food, Humor, and Love and Lake People and Other Speculative Tales; the novel Charles Waverly and the Deadly African Safari; the Regency Romance novelette “A Christmas Wager;” the Regency Romance novel Miss Pritchard’s Happy, Wanton Christmas (and the Consequences Thereof), as well as some boring scholarly stuff about dead people. Rumor has it she has run off with the Doctor—picking up Matthew Brady along the way—and was last seen in 1858 in a hoop skirt and running shoes, but she doesn’t believe it.

 

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: One Christmas Night by @shailstock #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:                One Christmas Night

 

Author:           Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre: Romance

 

Book Blurb:               

Elizabeth Gregory’s world fell apart one Christmas, and she never wants to see the man who caused it–her ex-fiance, James Hill. He might be boy-wonder to the investment world, but to her he’s the man involved in her sister’s death. Yet as the holiday season happily paints the streets in the nation’s Capitol red and green, Elizabeth is standing on his doorstep. For her it’s the worse time of the year. But James makes her a wager – one she can’t refuse.

James found and lost of the love of his life, but providence brings back to him during the holiday season. This time he’ll never let her go–even if he has to convince her he’s what she wants. Can they find magic on this one Christmas night?

 

Excerpt:

Elizabeth had vowed never to see James Hill again.  Yet tonight, twelve days from Christmas, when her emotions were as raw as the wind whipping at her skirt, she found herself standing on his porch.  Tiny white lights outlined the entire structure and she could see the tree, with its lights blinking, through the huge picture window.  The scene couldn’t have been better set up if Hallmark had photographed it for one of their Christmas cards.  “How could I have been so stupid!”  Of all the addresses to mix up, how could she have pulled his out instead of the one behind it?  Why hadn’t she thrown it out three years ago when she’d walked out of his life?

 

Elizabeth Gregory’s finger punched the doorbell as if she wanted to push the Georgian colonial over with her index finger.  Inside she heard the musical notes of St. Michael’s permeate the chilling air.  He hadn’t changed that either, she thought.  How often had she listened to that sound with a wide smile on her face?  She shuddered pulling her red velvet cape closer around her, knowing the coldness gripping her had more to do with anticipation than temperature.

 

“He’s not here,” she muttered, pushing the bell a second time.  She should be relieved that he wasn’t home, but she had to get that package back and deliver it to the right address.  “Come on, James,” she ordered.  “You’ve got to be here.”

 

It was the Christmas season.  The sudden memory of a previous Christmas burst in her brain.  Where had they been?  Curled up in front of the fire at his cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains, only the two of them and a fake fur rug.  Snow piled up to the windows outside, yet neither of them noticed or cared.  Elizabeth shook herself.  She forced the image of their naked bodies out of her mind.  The firelight was too hypnotizing not to remember James highlighted against the red-gold glow of leaping flames.

 

In three years she expected her anger would have cooled, but she found the prospect of facing him as frightening as reaching for an exposed wire.  Pressing her fingers against her temples, she closed her eyes and forced herself to relax.  She didn’t need a headache tonight.

 

Ringing the bell a third time, she knew her luck had run out.  James wasn’t home.  Even Mrs. Andrews, his part-time housekeeper, would be with her own family by this time.  She looked around the porch for the package.  It wasn’t there.  Maybe the delivery hadn’t been made.  Silently she prayed for a tiny bit of luck.  If James hadn’t been home, the box could have been returned to the shop.  Silently she prayed for the alternative to be true.  It was worth a try.

 

Elizabeth turned to leave. Everything had gone well with her temporary assistant until today when she had pulled James Hill’s address instead of Jason Hillery and handed it to Joanne.  The young college co-ed was distressed over the mix-up, but didn’t know the city well enough to find James’s house.  Few people could negotiate Rock Creek Park during daylight hours.  After dark, the poor girl would never have found the house nestled among giant rhododendrons on Redwood Terrace.  And the very important delivery would have no chance of reaching the correct address in time.  Chantel Hartman-Lawrence had been adamant about it arriving on time.  Elizabeth had assured her Invitation to Love had built a reputation on correct and prompt delivery.  Now she was going to have to eat those words.

 

“Elizabeth!”

 

James Hill, his voice literally took her breath away.  Elizabeth closed her eyes again as she gathered strength and pushed the pounding in her crown away.  Squaring her shoulders she turned to face her former fiancé.  He hadn’t changed much, from what she could see of him silhouetted against the back light of the doorway.  At thirty-seven, his hair had not a hint of grey.  His face was strong, his skin tight across his features.  He had a square jaw giving him a ruthless look until he smiled.  Then any hint of severity disappeared.  He was smiling now.  Elizabeth’s heart pounded in her ears.  She stifled the urge to press her hands against her head.  Her breath congealing in the crisp December air, looked like a jerky staccato.  She hoped James didn’t notice it.  He filled the doorway, dressed in tennis shoes and a sweat suit.  Even the bagginess of the outfit couldn’t hide his powerfully built physique.  She knew he exercised regularly.  It appeared that even tonight, while most people were still frantically shopping in the area malls, he’d gone to the gym.  James had always been calm and exacting.  He’d probably finished his shopping, wrapped everything and stored them under the tree.

 

“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said, raising one eyebrow.  “I just got in.”

 

“It’s nice to see you too,” she said, her sarcasm undisguised as she swept passed him without an invitation.  The house too, looked the same.  A roaring fire in the huge fireplace that dominated the high ceilinged room made it warm and comfortable.  Pine boughs scented the air.  Entwined with the same white lights as decorated the outside, they arched from the mantle, the doorways and up the imposing stairwell, whose newel post was as large as her waist was around.  Silent Night played softly from the sound system in the back room.  Wires traveled through the walls to reach the speakers in the corners and bring music to each room.  The house was beautiful, the kind Elizabeth often saw displayed in the holiday issue of  Architectural Digest.  The tree, its lights flashing in the window, was perfect, so much so, it brought tears to her eyes.  Quickly she blinked them away.  She loved this old house.  It had been built before the turn of the century and she’d imagined herself living here after she and James were married.

 

Unfortunately, they hadn’t made the trip down the aisle.

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition: 

For Christmas I love Sweet Potato Pie.  As a tradition, at the first snowfall of the season, I bake cinnamon rolls.

 

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Author Biography:       

Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

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Children of the Mist by @Hywela_Lyn #sciencefictionromance #fantasy #giveaway #TWRP


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Title:  Children Of the Mist (Vol 2 of the Destiny Trilogy, but each book is a ‘Stand Alone’)

Author: Hywela Lyn

Genre:  SF/FANTASY ROMANCE

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

Long ago Tamarith fell in love with a man she can never have, and is convinced she will never love another. However, she cannot help but be intrigued by a handsome stranger whose psychic powers exceed even her own.

 

Vidarh seeks only to find his true purpose in life and to win the regard of his father, who eschews his son’s psychic abilities. Thrown together by a common threat to their planet, then torn apart by an evil greater than any they could have imagined, can Vidarh save the lovely Nifl woman who has captivated him, before it is too late?

 

Will Tamarith and Vidarh overcome the deadly enemy who threatens to destroy all they know and love? Will they find the happiness they both seek? Or are they fated to live their lives alone?

 

Giveaway:

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Hywela Lyn will pick a winner on July 18th.

 

Excerpt:

 

As soon as the meal was finished and the guests left the table, Vidarh spotted Tamarith making her way toward him, with an air of purpose in her stride. This morning she wore a long, elegant crimson gown, a narrow black girdle encircling her tiny waist, with sandals on her feet.

 

Her hair hung loose, rippling around her ankles. She was unlike any woman he had known—and it wasn’t only her beauty that intrigued him. She had a remoteness about her too, despite her pleasant manner, and he had a feeling there was something she was hiding. Something he sensed she felt strongly enough about to deliberately keep shielded, even though it was inherent in their very natures that no telepath on Niflheim would ever pry, unbidden, into the mind of another.

 

Good morning, Vidarh, it looks as if we’re going to have beautiful day.

 

It certainly does. Given the curious look in her eye, Vidarh was sure Tamarith wanted more from him than small talk.

 

I would like to talk to you before Gullin calls us all together, if you can spare a few minutes.

 

Of course, Vidarh agreed as he followed her outside and walked with her along the mosaic path beside the banks of flowers that edged the lake.

 

****

 

Tamarith stopped and gazed for a moment across the water. The G-type sun, now fully risen, caused the lake to shimmer like a veil of golden silk, with scarcely a ripple disturbing its calm. The pastel-colored walls of the graceful buildings on the shore reflected the glow of both suns. In the distance, the mountains encircling the settlement reached high into the cerulean sky. The swirling mist that hid their summits was as much a part of Niflheim as the earth upon which she and Vidarh stood.

 

She sensed his mind discreetly touch hers and realized he was staring at her keenly. She turned back to face him, returning his questioning glance and studying him in turn.

 

Taller than average, and broad-shouldered, today he wore a sleeveless, belted leather shirt over thick breeches, with long, icecat-wool lined boots. His upper arms were well muscled, his skin tanned as if he were used to working outdoors. His curly, dark auburn hair, kept away from his face with a plain leather band, reached almost to his shoulders. It caught the sun’s rays and gleamed like the polished dark red wood of the trees that flanked the feet of the mountains. She took in his clear, hazel eyes, with their friendly twinkle, the long, straight nose, strong jaw line and smiling mouth. He would have been fighting off the local unattached young women if the situation they found themselves in were not so serious.

 

Not that she was particularly interested in his looks, or those of any other man, for that matter. No, something else about Vidarh of Ragnak excited her curiosity.

 

It’s about yesterday…

 

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Hywela Lyn

 

Author Biography:

Hywela Lyn lives in a small village in England, with her long suffering husband Dave, although her heart remains in her native rural Wales, which inspired so much of her writing.

 

Although most her writing tends to be futuristic, the worlds she creates are usually untainted by crowded cities and technology, embracing the beauty and wildness of nature.  Her characters often have to fight the elements and the terrain itself.  Her heroes are strong and courageous, but chivalrous and honourable – and of course, handsome and hunky. Her heroines are also strong and courageous, but retain their femininity and charm.  However difficult the journey, love will always win in the end.

 

She is a member of The Romantic Novelists’ Association (UK) and Chiltern Writers, her local writing group.

 

A keen animal lover, she has two horses, a ‘feral’ stable cat, and a rescued terrier, who manages to twist her round his little paw.  When she is not writing, she can usually be found enjoying the outdoors with the horses and dog – or just eating chocolate!

 

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Silver Bells by @JacqBiggar #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY #MGTAB


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Title: Silver Bells

 

Author: Jacquie Biggar

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Will a Christmas wish give a lonely author a family?

 

 

Mystery writer, Joel Carpenter, has no time for romance. He has a deadline to meet, and too many skeletons in his closet to trust the slightly spinny artist renting his house.

 

Christy Taylor has her hands full dealing with an ailing business and a diabetic daughter, she doesn’t need the temptation that is her landlord, Joel Carpenter.

 

Can a Christmas wish bring two stubborn souls together and give a little girl the gift she wants most?

 

 

Excerpt:

The room was cluttered, filled with varying sizes of glass display cases. Some showcased pottery and native craftsmanship, while others exhibited porcelain dolls and west coast animals made from jade. The walls held framed prints, some in watercolor, others hand-drawn in pencil and crayon. Each an exquisite work of art. An all too familiar view of the breakwater had him swinging around in disbelief.

 

“You,” he growled.

 

The woman stood with her arms crossed defensively, but the raised chin and flashing green eyes told him she’d already made the connection.

 

“What do you want?” she demanded. “How did you find me?”

 

“So you were telling the truth, you’re not a reporter.” He was tempted to smile at the inelegant snort his comment received. She really was a firecracker, this one.

 

“I believe I said that the other night. And speaking of stalking…” She raised her pencil-fine brow.

 

Two new customers entered, setting the bells tinkling again, and her demeanor turned warm and inviting. She glanced at him, hesitated, then strode around the counter to help the clients, her back ramrod straight.

 

Joel lingered, somewhat bemused. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been made to wait. More often than not, people were so ingratiating it maddened him. This was… refreshing.

 

Now that he could see her in the daylight she was quite pretty. Not beautiful. Her features were too narrow, her lips too wide. Yet something about her face was striking. Maybe it was those jade green eyes. They reminded him of the ocean in all its tumultuous glory. Or maybe it was the glorious crown of golden-red hair endowed with a life of its own, bouncing and shimmering halfway down her slim back. Her legs were long and athletic looking, encased in those narrow fitted track pants women seemed to favor these days. He’d always thought they looked ridiculous, until now.

 

He cleared his throat and turned away from the temptation of her curvy backside. Maybe he should just come back later when the owner returned. The last thing he needed to be doing right now was to get sidetracked by the prospect of the chase. Because that’s all it was; once he won, his interest always disappeared.

 

“So, you never answered my question.”

 

Her melodic voice floating from just over his shoulder startled him.

 

He swung around, surprised to see they were once again alone in the store. He hadn’t even heard the blasted bells this time. She was shorter than he expected. Her spitfire personality had turned her into an Amazon in his mind.

 

“Where’s your boss?” he asked, his tone somewhat abrupt but he couldn’t help it, she threw him off-balance. “Aren’t you rather young to be left running the store on your own?”

 

Her gaze lit with laughter. “Is that the best you’ve got?”

 

He looked at her, puzzled. “Best what?”

 

She tilted her head to the side as though trying to figure him out. “Forget it. Is there a message I can give my… boss for you?”

 

Joel had the insane urge to reach out and touch her to see if she was real. It was uncanny. She was the spitting image of his heroine. How could this have happened? He’d already written about Rebecca before meeting this woman on the beach the other night so that wasn’t the reason. It made him supremely uncomfortable to look at her and feel like he knew what she was thinking—which of course he couldn’t.

 

“Have we met before?” There had to be some explanation. Maybe she’d traveled to Scotland and he’d seen her there. Or maybe he’d lost his ever-lovin’ mind. They say everyone has a doppelganger, but this… this was weird.

 

She laughed.

 

And no doubt thought him crazy.

 

“You mean other than our less than friendly meeting the other night? No, I don’t think so.”

 

Yeah, he didn’t either.

 

He shook his head, suddenly eager to get home and do some editing. “Tell your boss her landlord was here.”

 

He stepped out the door, but couldn’t leave without gazing at her one more time. The shimmer in the glass when the door slid closed made her face waver, like an out of focus lens on a camera. A chill wormed its way down Joel’s spine. He glanced at the cloudless blue of the December sky and tugged his jacket closed.

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition:

One of our favorite traditions is to gather up the family (there’s only five of us here J), pile into the car, stop for hot chocolates, and then spend a couple of hours looking at Christmas lights. Some people go all out! It’s a great way to start the holiday period.

 

Jacquie Biggar

 

Author Biography:

JACQUIE BIGGAR  is a USA Today bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males who know what they want, that is until they’re gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them what they really need is love. She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls.

 

She has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happily-ever-afters.

 

Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her family and loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. She swears she can’t function without coffee, preferably at the beach with her sweetheart.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: The Power of Love and Murder by @brendawhitesid2 #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: The Power of Love and Murder

 

Author: Brenda Whiteside

 

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Book Blurb:

For thirteen years, Penny Sparks has managed to hide from the political powers who murdered her family. When she unwittingly exposes her true identity, not only is she marked for death, but the people closest to her risk meeting the same fate.

 

 

Jake Winters is out of rehab and coming to grips with his demons. When he meets his sister’s roommate, Jake believes Penny might be that someone who can help him find life after rock star status…until her secrets blow up his world.

 

 

With a government agent turned hit man closing in on her, Penny and Jake race to expose the presidential contender behind the murders of her family. Even if they win the race with death, the murder that stands between them could end their hope for a new life.

 

 

Excerpt:

Jake nodded, but all he could concentrate on were Penny’s last words before the officer appeared. When they were alone again, he threw up his hands. “What do you mean, go back to Phoenix? Why the hell would I do that? My sister’s been murdered, and I want to find out why.”

 

She turned her back on him, went to the open door of the bathroom, and lifted her clothes from the hook. Beneath the thin, hospital gown her spine was straight, her movements tight, as if coiled and ready to spring.

 

“Penny, I know how much she meant to you.” How much she meant to both of them. He wanted to hold her, share their loss. “I’m not leaving you.”

 

Untying the gown, she let it drop around her feet, and sidestepped out of the heap. She pulled the dark gray sweater over her head then stepped into black velvet jeans. She wouldn’t make eye contact, wouldn’t speak as she sat on the green plastic chair.

 

This was killing him. He needed to hold her, help her with her pain—his pain. Haltingly, he made his way to her, touched her head, and waited while she zipped her boots. “Penny.” She resisted, but he tipped her chin, forcing her to look up. “Come on, baby. You don’t have to worry about me leaving you.”

 

“You will.”

 

“No—”

 

“When I tell you the truth, you will.”

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition:

The Christmas season is by far my favorite because we incorporate Winter Solstice. On Winter Solstice, we have a traditional fire ceremony with our son and his family. This is a time to share the memories of the year and what we look forward to in the next. We use the directions of the earth in our discussion. A meal follows and the next morning we exchange gifts. On Christmas, we celebrate with the rest of the family.

 

brenda Whiteside

 

Author Biography:

Brenda and her husband are gypsies at heart having lived in six states and two countries. Currently, they split their time between the pines of Northern Arizona, the desert of Southern Arizona, and the RV life. Wherever she roams, she spends most of her time writing stories of discovery, suspense, and the tangled relationships of life.

 

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