29 March 2016

Spotlight ~The Duke’s Bride by Lindsay Downs

The Duke’s Bride
Book 1 in The Radcliffe Family series

Blurb:
Who murdered his father and why does someone want him dead?
These questions torment Simon, The Duke of Kettering.
Even his mother has no idea.
Add to this problem, Simon’s desire for Lady Emma Carringham, the duchess’ companion, is growing daily.
Over time he knows she will make the perfect duchess for him.
That is, if he can keep her alive, himself also, for that matter.
Even letters saved by the late duke are of little help.
It’s not until Emma’s mother, Lady Sarah, arrives do all the pieces slowly come together.
They learn the late duke had gotten a young lady with child, a son. Later, the young man returned to France and fought with Bonaparte in Spain
Simon’s next question- Why now?
To that, no one had an answer.
At least now, thanks to Lady Sarah, they had a name-Justin Beaumont- to go along with a partial description of the man.
When Simon learns the man has left the district he relaxes the need for guards as his extended family descends upon the ducal estate for the impending wedding.
This decision proved unfortunate for his betrothed who, with her maid, footman and groom, visits the dress shop for a fitting of a specially made gown.
When Simon receives a note he knows to save Emma from the madman he will have to risk his life.
Safely returned to the ducal palace Simon can’t wait another second longer to marry Emma and does so with a newly acquired special license.

Excerpt - The Duke’s Bride

“I don’t know who you are. This is the private office of The Duke of Kettering. I order you to leave at once or I will be required to call for footmen to forcibly remove you.” The woman stood in the doorway, her eyes dazzling, her cheeks crimson in rage, and a stern tilt to her chin.

He bit back a smile. Did she think with her short stature that she would be taken seriously? Simon tightened his grip on the edge of the desk until his knuckles ached. He started to open his mouth to explain, and chastise her for interrupting him with her silliness until, she stepped over to the saber on the wall and drew the sword from its scabbard.

If this woman was his mother’s companion there was no question in his mind, she was insane.

He bolted out of the chair so fast it knocked against the wall. Simon rushed to the woman, stopping a few feet from her, a safe distance from the saber. She held the deadly sharp blade in her hand, pointed directly at his chest.

“I don’t believe a cavalry saber is the proper accessory for a young lady. Why don’t you relinquish it before one of us gets seriously injured?” He smiled, belying the tension in his gut.

“Not until you’re in a cell in the basement, awaiting whatever punishment His Grace deems suitable,” she snapped back, not even a sliver of fear in her eye or voice.

Simon appreciated the fact this young lady wasn’t a weak flower, but a strong tree. Unwilling to bend in a storm.

“Lady Emma, it is my great displeasure to present to you Simon, The Duke of Kettering.” His mother announced from the doorway.

Simon watched as the young woman’s cheeks flushed in a delicate pink. It took her three seconds to realize what she’d done, and she lowered the saber to her side. “I-I…” Her voice trembled.

He stared, wondering why there was an unexplainable ache in his body similar to the time he’d hit puberty and realized just how pretty women were, but this was different, somehow.

Clearing his throat, he stepped forward, composing himself. “If you don’t mind, I’ll relieve you of this.” He held out his hand and without hesitation, she placed the saber in his palm. He closed his fingers around the handle enjoying its warmth from her touch.

Returning the blade safely to the scabbard, he turned back to Emma who gave him a deep curtsey.

And then he did something without thinking of the consequences.

He gently cupped her elbow, straightened her, then led her further into the room. Much to his wonderment, his mother followed, frowning.

“Your Grace, please accept my humble apology for threatening you and holding you at the end of a blade.”

“There’s no need for an apology as I’m as much to blame as you are for failing to inform you who I was when we first met.”

“I agree. I feel as if I was at a serious disadvantage,” Emma mumbled.

“If you both have your wits about you—” the duchess said, “—which I doubt you do Simon, shall we retire to my parlor? We can discuss something which has not only concerned myself, but Emma as well, for the longest of time.”

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About me-
I’ve been an avid reader ever since I was old enough to hold a red leather bound first edition copy of Sir Walter Scott’s The Lady of the Lake in my lap.
So it only seemed natural at some point in my life I take up pen and paper to start writing. Over time my skills slightly improved which I attribute to my English teachers.
My breakthrough came about in the mid 1970’s when I read a historical romance written by Sergeanne Golon, Angelique. This French husband and wife team opened my eyes to the real world of fiction. Stories about romance, beautiful damsels, handsome heroes and plots which kept me hooked. Of course, being a man, I had to keep my reading hidden from others as that wasn’t appropriate reading for men.
With this new found appreciation of the written word I took up other books and devoured them as a starving person would a plate of food. I them attempted to write again. I still wasn’t satisfied so I put it aside for years as other events entered my life.
Finally, in the early years of the new millennium I tried again to write and once again met with limited success. At least now I was able to get past the first page or two. Then, in 2006 a life changing event brought me back to my love, I took a job as a security officer. This allowed me plenty of time to read different genres.
My favourite was regency. As I poured through everyone I could get my hands on I knew this could be something I wanted to attempt.
Since 2012 when my debut regency romantic suspense released I was hooked and have, except for a few contemporaries, focused on this genre.
 Since 2012 I’ve lived in central Texas. I’m also a member of Romance Writers of America and their local chapter.

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19 February 2016

Love Finds a Way, The Album Book #2

Love Finds a Way
The Album Book 2 - Pauline’s Story 
Contemporary, Fantasy Romance 
By
Kathy Bosman
 
Blurb: 
When Ella hands over The Album to Pauline, the young food blogger is about to embark on an adventure of a lifetime—she’s been chosen as a contestant in The Culinary Dream, a TV cooking competition. Pauline takes The Album with her to Italy where the filming is to take place and meets food photographer, Xaden, the brother of the man who ripped out her heart and put her off relationships for a long time. 
To her dismay, she gets eliminated from the competition on the first round. Humiliated and determined not to be pitied by her friends and family, she decides to stay behind in Italy for a holiday as well as blog about her restaurant experiences in the exotic European country. 
Xaden won't leave her alone and proves to be a friend in a time of need but when he kisses her, she pushes him away, afraid he’ll hurt her like his brother did. The TV series offers her a job as the editor of the food magazine and she is to work alongside the very man she wishes to avoid. Forced to be with the man she can't resist but whom her instincts tell her she can't trust, Pauline is in for an emotional roller-coaster ride with The Album as her companion and guide.
 
Excerpt 1
Five taxis awaited them outside. She bit her lip, certain the crew would take their own taxi, but Caren ferried them to disperse and “get to know one another.”
Much to her distress, Xaden followed her and plonked himself right next to her in the taxi. Once the vehicle chugged out the airport, he placed his camera down at his side, took her hand, shook it roughly, and grinned. “Xaden Zander. And you?”
Zander.
Her mind frantically tried to place the very familiar surname while he stared at her, his face only a foot from hers, so smooth, so confident, and so easy-going. Tingles ran up her arm and she didn’t hold her suitcase with The Album. No magic this time. Pure, breath-robbing attraction.
“Zander. Um…Zander. Are you? You can’t be…?” Icy showers cascaded over her in one heart-rending second. Roan’s brother did have an unusual name. He’d mentioned him at times.
Xaden is Roan’s brother?
“I’m…?” Once again, he seemed amused at her expense.
“You’re Roan’s brother, aren’t you?”
He narrowed his eyes at her, the first sign of any emotion except for upbeat and exuberant. “I prefer not to be judged through the eyes of any woman who’s come into contact with Roan.”
Oh, so he was aware of his brother’s sins?
“It’s hard not to…” His dark eyes became black holes. “…well, you do resemble him, come to think of it.”
Could explain the immediate attraction. Why couldn’t she get away from Roan and the memories he’d branded on her brain? Other women had many partners and got over them all. She’d slept with one guy who messed her around and she still drowned in the raging waters of his indiscretions.
Xaden gave off such a big presence. It filled the taxi, making the driver and the other contestant seated in front seem like an insipid spice that didn’t change anything about the taste of the meal. Xaden, instead, was the garlic, the onions, the bacon, or the rosemary.
But no, he measured up to ghost pepper in danger and heat level. Anyone only vaguely related to Roan should never touch her, even her knee or her back, but never, ever, her heart. She remained way too vulnerable for the likes of them.
 
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Author Bio:
Kathy lives in South Africa, where the summers are hot, the winters cool and bugs thrive. She writes romance in many forms, most of the time with women who feel deeply, men who care strongly and characters who learn lessons along the way. Every so often, she sprinkles a little magic in her stories. When she’s not writing, she makes sure her kids work hard as they do school at home, tries not to get too distracted by dust bunnies and cooks up a storm to keep the tummies full. When she’s not hectically busy, she loves reading romance and fantasy novels, watching movies, and dabbling in different crafty things, depending on her mood.
 
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22 January 2016

Vickie McCombie ~ A New Beginning

A New Beginning
 
When grief pulls her life apart, will she seek a new beginning, or will fear keep her from finding a forever kind of love?

Can her new infant son and a friendship with a naval officer offering more, give her the chance for a new beginning?
 
 
 
 
 
Blurb:
On the day Nanci discovers she’s going to have a baby, she receives the devastating news every Navy SEAL’s wife never wants to hear. Her husband’s death sends her into the depths of despair. As she struggles to accept, she’s grateful for the support from the officer assigned to her.
Will she turn to God letting Him show her the path to a new beginning, or will fear of loving and losing keep her locked in the past?
When Lt. Daniel Foster’s appointed to assist a SEAL’s widow, the last thing he expects is a woman who can break through the barricade guarding his heart. As he helps her with the aftermath, he offers her a shoulder to lean on, but would like to offer more.
Should he allow their friendship to blossom and trust God will show him lowering his defenses is the only way to love?
 
Excerpt:
After setting Tiger on the slate floor, Nanci checked her voice mail on the home phone, but still no call from Bryan. Of course, his mission was a secret, as usual. She had no idea what time zone he was in. It could be the middle of the night for him. After feeding the cat, she settled on the couch with the paperback she’d purchased earlier in the day. Tiger curled beside her, and she became engrossed in the book, especially the part concerning the first trimester of pregnancy.
The doorbell rang. 
How odd.

She couldn’t imagine who it could be. Probably some kids selling something. 

But a rush of anxiety flooded her system as icy prickles raced along her arms.

The doorbell rang again. 

She laid her book down, went to the door, and used the peep hole to look out. Three men in Navy uniforms stood on her front porch. 

Her heart caught in her throat. 

Three men usually meant bad news, especially naval officers. 

No, maybe they have the wrong house. Maybe they’re collecting money for some type of charity. 

Anything but what it might mean. 

Her body began to shake. 

Her knees grew weak. 

No, no! She would not allow those terrifying thoughts to enter her consciousness even for a moment.

Nonetheless, her hand trembled as she opened the door. Her voice shook as she said, “Hello. W-what can I d-do for you?”

The older officer removed his cover, tucking it under his arm. “Good afternoon, we’re here to see Mrs. Bryan Bowman.”

“I’m Mrs. Bowman. Please, c-come in.” Terror gripped her as she showed them into the living room. 

Her mind screamed—Oh, God, please don’t let Bryan be hurt.

Author Bio:
Vikki McCombie started her writing career when a story invaded her mind and would not leave. Ever since then, the stories keep coming and writing is now her passion. Over the last five years, she has written well over a half dozen romances and is presently working on her next, while fighting off the other future characters shouting my turn!
Whether Vikki’s stories are contemporary or historical, she’s a romantic at heart and gives all her heroes and heroines a “happily ever after.” Her contemporary romances also have a strong inspirational element to them.
Vikki writes her historical romances under the pen name Vikki Vaught. Miss Kathleen’s Scandalous Baron is scheduled to release in the first quarter of 2016 and is the second book in her new Honorable Rogue series. 
Vikki lives in the beautiful foothills of the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with her beloved husband, Jim, who is the most tolerant man in the world to put up with her when she is in a writing frenzy. When she isn’t writing or working her day job, you’ll find her curled up in a comfortable chair reading her Kindle, lost in a good book with a cup of tea at her side. 
 
 
MEET and GREET
#1 – Do You See Writing as a Career?

I definitely do! It’s a career that I am passionate about. There is nothing more exciting than finishing a scene that moves me to tears. I still recall the exhilarating feeling when I received the print copy of my first book in the mail. When I’m enmeshed in a new project, I wake up each morning anxious to get back to my keyboard and can write from dawn to dark, even into the night if the words are flowing. Writing is a career that I will be working at until I’m no longer in this world.

#2 – What was the Hardest Part of Your Writing Process?

There are days when the words just will not come. It happens to all writers at times. What I do when it happens is take a break and read a good book. Some of my best inspiration comes when I am reading! 

#3 – Did you have any One Person Who Helped You Out with Your Writing Outside of Your Family?

Yes. I’ve been quite fortunate that several authors have taken me under their wing and helped me with the craft of writing. Two people come to mind immediately. Carolynn Sue Carey helped me tremendously in the early part of my career. Sue writes historical romance set in the Regency period and her knowledge of the period helped me immensely. KaLyn Cooper is one of my critique partners. She writes romantic suspense and her insight for writing action scenes has been invaluable.

#4 – What is next for your writing?

Presently, I’m doing research for the third book in my Honorable Rogue series. Lady Overton’s Perilous Journey is the first book in this series, which is available on Amazon. The second story, Miss Kathleen’s Scandalous Baron is written, and I’m working with a critique partner to get it ready for publication in the first quarter of 2016. And of course, I have a possible idea for a couple of spin-offs from A New Beginning for Nanci. There are two friends of Daniel’s that I’d like to write their story.

#5 – Do you have an addiction to reading as well as writing? If so, what are you currently reading?

I certainly do! In fact, I have to be careful that my reading doesn’t interfere with my writing. I usually read one book on my Kindle and listen to another audio book at the same time. I read anywhere from 2 to 5 books a week, based on my writing schedule. Lately, I’ve been reading The Gansett Island series by Marie Force, and I’m really enjoying the books. Then I’m also reading some of Jo Beverley’s wonderful Company of Rogues books again. I also recently finished Grey by E.L. James and absolutely loved it! As you can see, I read several sub-genres of romance, and I’ve been known to throw in a history book into the mix as well!

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#5 – Danielle Steel or Nicholas Sparks?   Nicholas Sparks

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21 November 2015

SLY “BULLHORN” BRODSKY of the FIRST & TEN SERIES


 
 
TITLE –  SLY “BULLHORN” BRODSKY
SERIES –  FIRST & TEN
AUTHOR –  Jean C. Joachim
GENRE – Contemporary/Sports Romance

PUBLICATION DATE – Nov. 16, 2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 66,900 words
PUBLISHER – Moonlight Books
COVER ARTIST – Dawne Dominique
 
 
BLURB:
Sly “Bullhorn” Brodsky wished winning the heart of Samantha Drake was as easy as protecting his quarterback. A top offensive lineman in the NFL, Bull tried to live down his rep as a womanizer. Locker room chatter had elevated him to the level of “player” in more than football. But Samantha Drake, dark-haired, stunning sister of a teammate, didn’t want to have anything to do with him. Or did she?
On his best behavior, Bull pulled out all the stops to woo the reluctant beauty. He was making progress until a woman from his past reappeared. Tiffany, the one woman who broke his heart, is in trouble. Is Bull the only man who can help?
Samantha is overcoming her doubts about Bull until Tiffany arrives. Is the blonde really in hot water or does she just want another chance with the man she discarded?
Enjoy the return of your favorite First & Ten characters in this book, too. Surprises, twists, and football action scenes will keep you turning the pages. 
EXCERPT:

“I’m grubby. I need a shower,” she said, pushing to her feet to glance in the mirror.

The next image to take over his mind was stepping into a steamy shower behind Samantha. He blinked a few times and took a deep breath, hoping his thoughts wouldn’t inspire an erection.

“You okay? Were the boxes too much?” Her dark, chocolate brown eyes held concern.

He laughed. “You kiddin’? That’s nothin’. I take down guys ten times that weight in every game. Geez. What do you think? I’m a pussy or something?”

She made a face.

“Sorry. I need to clean up my words.” He sensed color in his face. He’d never had a girlfriend like Samantha Drake. She was smart, beautiful, and nice. She did volunteer work at the New Life Shelter for battered women and kids. But she wasn’t his girlfriend, only a friend. With no benefits. He sighed.

“My brother, Devon, talks like that too. You’d think football players never went to college.” She handed him a cold bottle of water.

He downed the liquid. “What’s next?”

She turned around in the room and sucked her lower lip between her teeth. “Bed, books, clothes, rocking chair. Hmm. How many boxes are still in the car?”

“Two.”

“Then that’s it. The place looks pretty empty.” She perched on the mattress, tucking her feet under her.

“You’ll have it furnished before you know it. Come on. I’m gonna bring those boxes up then take you out to dinner.”

“Thanks. Be right back.” Her thousand-watt smile turned his innards to jelly.

He sat in the rocking chair while Samantha washed the dirt off her luscious body. Or what he assumed was luscious. Sylvester “Bullhorn” Brodsky, known to his teammates as “Bull,” had the hots for Samantha Drake, and it was keeping him up nights. While he waited for her to want him back, his imagination ran through a half dozen things he’d like to do to her under the warming spray of hot water. She was a little slip of a thing, and he was huge. Six foot three inches tall and two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle, the offensive lineman could lift her up with one hand.
SHORT SNIPPETS:

1. Denial of their physical attraction crumbled in the dead of the night, when truth can’t be easily sidestepped. She’d noticed him the first time he’d passed in the hallway. Then the second time, when on a search for her brother, she’d spied Sly draped in nothing but a towel in the locker room. Embarrassment had filled her cheeks as she’d scurried outside to wait for Devon. The lineman had simply laughed, showing no modesty at all.

            Sly Brodsky. Bull. Did she want him? Sam smiled to herself. Of course, she did. But she wasn’t about to tell anyone, especially him. She could barely admit it to herself. He appeared content to wait, which was fine with her. She enjoyed being in control. Still, to be honest, she wouldn’t make him wait forever. Only as long as she could stand to back away, even when she longed to lose herself in his arms and let him take her home.
2. Bull shifted his weight. Blood rushed to his face, and his palms
sweated. “This friend thing is great. But I’m interested in more than that. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“Maybe. Don’t you have a girlfriend?” She tilted her head back to make eye contact.
“Nope. I haven’t dated anyone more than a couple of times in a long time.”

“Huh? I’m surprised. Thought football players had women crawling all over them.”

“Not the kind of women I want. I’m looking for a real woman, not a hook-up.”

She narrowed her eyes. “And what’s a ‘real woman’ like?”

“One-of-a-kind, like you.” 

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18 November 2015

Author Spotlight on M. S. Spencer

Triptych, by M. S. Spencer
 
Three women, three men, three spirits guarding a dangerous river. Legend, history and romance intertwine in a triptych of suspense.
Ebook 67,300 words; Print 213 pp.

Romantic suspense/Adventure
M/F, 2 flames
 
 
 
 
 
 
Miranda, Honor, and Sybil Cabot live in a Queen-Anne style mansion overlooking the Potomac River. The mighty Potomac, the fourth largest river on the east coast, runs 383 miles from Fairfax Stone, WV to Point Lookout, MD where it flows into the Chesapeake Bay, the “Mother of Waters.”

When she has time, Miranda, the heroine, likes to take the gravel path down the hill to the river. The stone on which she sits and dreams of past love and future love, looms large in this story, but in this excerpt, it is the path itself that serves as a love nest.

Blurb:
Take lost masterpieces, brilliant inventors, and stolen prototypes. Add the Three Sisters, Indian spirits who guard the Potomac River. Stir in three sisters and their lovers. Result? Jealousy, sex, genius, larceny and love. Who will end up with whom, and will the Three Sisters take another life as the legend demands?

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Explicit sex in this Excerpt (R): Sex on Stones
They sat down on the narrow gravel path, hip to hip. His arm snaked around her shoulder. She let him. Together they gazed out over the water toward the cliffs that rose opposite them on the District side. Several modest bungalows perched on top. She had once explored the tiny cul-de-sac there, where half a dozen families had lived for generations. The cheerful little village of parents and grandparents and toddlers and dogs and cats stood in marked contrast to this side of the river where only two houses—Dieter’s and the Cabots’—sat on almost ten acres of woods. She woke from her daydream to feel Luc nibbling her neck.

She turned her head and found his lips in the way. The kiss started softly, then hardened and turned hungry. Luc whispered, “Miranda, I want you. Now.” His hands wandered over her shoulders and down to her breasts, breasts that still heaved from her run and her fright. He cupped one, leaned down, unbuttoned her blouse with his teeth and kissed the soft bulge just above the bra. She rose to meet him, pressing the nipple between his lips. He held on, suckling, as he gently laid her down. She ignored the sharp prick of a stone, took her other breast out of its nest and held it for him. He shot a quick look at her from under the black brows and took her offering in his mouth.

She lay, reveling in the tingling, pulling sensation. Sparks trailed down from her nipples to her belly and her vulva. She could feel it begin to pulse, opening and closing in anticipation. Luc lay full on top of her, grinding her suffering buttocks into the gravel. She didn’t mind. His hand took hold of the hem of her skirt and lifted it to her waist. His head darted out of sight and she felt his lips pull her lace panties down. Dreamily she thanked her personal cupid for making her choose the sheer black lace bikini tied with a sensual red ribbon today. Luc mumbled something. “What did you say?”

“Do you always wear such sexy underthings? I won’t be able to think of anything but this bit of black lace whenever I see you.”

She giggled. Miranda! You’re too old to giggle. And you should stop him now before…unnnngh. Too late. She bucked against his tongue, and spread her legs wide and wantonly so he could reach the sweet spot. “Faster, harder, oh Luc!” The climax came swift and hot. She held her body off the ground, milking his tongue. “More, more,” came through gritted teeth. The sucking stopped. “Luc! Don’t stop, don’t stop, please.” She was begging but didn’t care. So close.

“No, dear Miranda. We come together.” His face appeared before her. His lips were wet and she could smell her juices on him. It sent her into paroxysms of desire. He deliberately held her shoulders down. She writhed in heat, then froze. His penis had rammed into her. She was so wet it slid all the way to the hilt. Slowly he pulled out. The walls of her vagina felt his hard rod scrape the sides, driving her to fresh heights of ecstasy. He entered her again, and slowly pulled out. Again and again. They fell into a rhythm, she rising to meet his shaft and falling away, only to wait in delirious anticipation of the next penetration. She felt her orgasm grow and opened her eyes.

“Luc, I’m coming.”
“At last, dearest.” His rhythm increased to fever pitch, in and out, urging, demanding that she meet him. Just as she arrived at the point of release, he checked in midair and let out a great sigh. A flood of warm liquid poured into her.

They lay side by side, staring up at the clouds. Miranda refused to feel guilty. It just happened. Let it go. She peeked at Luc’s face, the high cheekbones stretching the olive skin, his thick lashes nearly touching the thick brows. One black lock fell artlessly over his forehead. She felt a rush of something and hoped it wasn’t love. I don’t want to fall in love with someone I’ll soon be visiting in the slammer. There’s a name for women like that. “Luc? We mustn’t do this again.”

About the Author
Although she has lived or traveled in every continent except Antarctica and Australia (bucket list), M. S. Spencer has spent the last thirty years mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director and parent. She has two fabulous grown children, one fabulous grandchild, and currently divides her time between the Gulf coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.

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9 November 2015

Please welcome author Melissa MacKinnon

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Melissa grew up surrounded by dragons, fearsome creatures, and damsels in distress from the wonderful world of make believe. She soon found her ideas on paper, littering her desk with hand-drawn world maps and character biographies. Study hall was used not for homework, but for writing. Although she later pursued a career in theater, the written word never left her. Melissa now leads a very full life with her husband and five children, and somehow still finds time to write in her “spare time”… usually at soccer practice in the car. She sports a Military Wife badge of honor, and is lucky enough to have her own knight in camo armor.

Melissa enjoys writing everything from sexy, sword-toting heroes to spit-out-your coffee funny romantic comedies. Her passion lies within the ancient walls of historical romance, where anything is possible. She loves creating unforgettable stories, where love knows no boundaries. Her current literary home resides with EsKape Press.
 
 
 
The Archer's Daughter:-
England, 1381
Cate Archer is a wanted woman. When her father is killed during peace negotiations with the young King Richard, Cate vows she will not rest until she sees her father’s murder avenged and his killer brought to his knees. She never imagined she would fall in love with the man sent to execute her death warrant.

Viscount Owen Grey has only one task—bring in the rebel leaders, dead or alive. His life’s duty is to the King’s Guard, and he has certain expectations to fulfill. Falling for his prisoner isn’t one of them. He understands her cause, but he cannot bring himself to risk his position and honor for an outlaw. Owen must choose between duty and his heart. The Guard is all he’s ever known. Does he stay true to his oath or find himself on the next most wanted list alongside his Cate?
 
Excerpt:-
Guards approached. 

Honest to God genuine guards, brandishing swords and gleaming armor atop enormous beasts donning the royal colors. The King’s Guard. Cate’s heart fluttered. Her chance to make an impact to her father’s cause had finally arrived. She’d briefly counted four but was sure there had to be more. Guards never traveled in less than six to a scouting party. These men, these nobles, served the King directly. One of them could have been responsible for her father’s death, making them the perfect target. If she could take to the trees, she could kill at least four. 

But she was alone, a foolish mistake on her part. She should have allowed Colin to accompany her, but the enemy hadn’t stepped foot in her forest in nearly a week. She needed him to scout for those responsible, not check rodent traps. Sliding to her stomach, Cate slithered away from the tree and into the cover of the brush. She would find a vantage point further up the road and wait to strike. 

Stowing her bow and quiver across her back, Cate scaled a tree with a full canopy, fading into its lush colors. She brushed her brow with her sleeve, wiping away the gathered beads of sweat. Moments seemed to drag on. 

There was entirely too much waiting in the murdering profession. 

Soon, horse sweat and leather tingled inside her nostrils. The guards were near. Cate whipped the bow from her shoulder and plucked an arrow from its sheath, nestling it at its rightful place against the bowstring. A heated energy flowed from deep within her, coursing through her veins to the tips of her fingers, begging her to release the tension on the string. She did not deny it. 

The arrow shot through the air, missing its intended destination by a hairsbreadth. Damn. She’d missed. 

“Arrow!” A warning was called. 

Her presence had been made known. Cate took a swift head count of her remaining arrows. Five. Perfect for taking down a deer, but unfortunate against six armed guards. A brief chill of panic threatened to take root but she pushed it aside, willing herself to be strong. She owed it to her father. She must fight. 

From the sounds echoing below, Cate believed the guards to be readying to fight, but from the sound of their confusion, they could not apprise from where she shot. The thick forest canopy was a welcome friend. 

She surveyed the area to her left. Several thick branches from a nearby tree overlapped the one she hid in. If she could get a shot off — and manage to hit someone this time — she could change locations before the men would be able to fire from below. Cate said a quick prayer, asking for the guards to be ill-equipped with weaponry, or shite shots with a bow. 

“Courage, Cate.” She turned to face her opponents. 

“There! Above!” A guard pointed in her direction, raising his bow to take aim. 

Cate redirected her aim to the right, firing at the telling guard. Time for a new plan. 

Run. 

An arrow hissed through the branches, and she lurched back, nearly unseated from her perch. Tree bark scraped her palms as she righted herself. 

“Do not harm the boy!” one guard shouted. “Hold!” 

“I am no boy!” Cate retaliated without first thinking. 

“A lass, then?” 

She silently chastised herself for her foolishness. “What else would I be, you dolt?” 

They thought her a child — a fantastic ruse with the potential of aiding in her escape. 

“Tell me then, girl, why have you attempted to end my life?” 

The men scattered to various points along the forest floor; some on foot, others on horseback. A plan was in formation, but Cate had yet to gain knowledge of it. She took a deep breath. Time to lie, Cate. Your life depends on it. 

She let out a laugh, descending from the tree. “End your life? You, sir, were merely in the way of my arrow. I would have brought down that buck if you had not scared it away with your loud traipsing through the trees. Now my family will be forced to go hungry for yet another day. So I thank you… you and your overly loud mates.” She jumped the remaining distance to the ground then dusted the tree litter from her ill-fitting boy’s hose. She rose to her full height, nearly measuring up to the man standing in front of her. 

He didn’t wear the King’s Guard uniform as the others in his party did, but donned loose riding breeches paired with well-constructed boots and a matching doublet with the finest detailing she’d ever seen. Deep greens and rich blues intermingled in various swirls and frills amongst the soft, blackened leather. Only the finest threads for the finest of men. He was the one she needed to kill. 

And she’d missed.

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Return To Me:-
*** A historical Romance with strong Fantasy elements.***
Excerpt:-

The only thing worse than loving the enemy is trying to live without him.
Archaean bounty hunter Marek Coinnich isn’t particularly fond of Engels. In fact, he prefers them dead. But to save his injured brother, he must enter the manor of an Engel enemy. Marek finds himself enthralled by the slave girl nursing his brother back to health. When his enchantment with her lands them in a compromising position, he refuses to let the young beauty pay for the misunderstanding with her life.

Brynn of Galhaven prefers to keep to the shadows. When she is ruined by an outsider, she barely escapes with her life and finds herself left alone in an unforgiving land. Through her struggles to survive, Brynn discovers a world she never imagined and never forgets the enemy Archaean who stole her heart.
Marek can’t deny his desire for Brynn, but these are wartimes, and she is the enemy. And though love knows no prejudice, the world in which he lives isn’t nearly as forgiving.
 

5 November 2015

Please welcome Lynn Spangler

Welcome to Lynn Spangler

About the Author: I live in South Central Pennsylvania with my husband and daughter. My son serves his country in the US Navy.

My parents instilled a love of reading into my brother and me at an early age. I’ve been known to have my nose buried in a novel. 

 When not writing, I’m watching television. Most likely sports or shows like American Pickers, Wheeler Dealers, Rizzoli and Isles, or Major Crimes.
 

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Dayna’s Miracles By  Lynn Spangler
Blurb:
She had loved. And she had lost.

Dayna Stone had lost her husband eight years earlier when their daughter, Khloe, was only four months old. She had survived the devastating loss of her husband, only to find out she’d likely lose her daughter as well to cancer.

Eddie Kringle is captivated by his beautiful neighbor and her equally beautiful daughter. Born a Magi, Eddie has issues coming to grips that Magi magic cannot cure the child, though his father, Kris, is more than capable. He and Dayna lean on each other as the days pass.

They grow closer and a bond is formed.
A tragedy befalls them on Thanksgiving. Can their love, and the intense love they feel for Khloe, be the miracle they are looking for?

Excerpt:
     Grabbing his wallet and keys off the countertop, he exited his domicile and bounded down the stairs. By the time he reached the bottom, a sheen of sweat beaded his brow. His T--‐‑shirt clung to his back. Breathing underwater would probably be easier than sucking in the damp air.
     The choice of cargo shorts and his favorite flip--‐‑flops would make excellent attire for a visit to the North Pole. Not. Like he’d wear cold weather clothes on a day hot enough to melt asphalt.
     Eddie stepped into the side alley next to the apartment complex. He turned his head, which became insubstantial, light as air. His body followed, becoming a mist, blending with the moisture in the air, invisible to the naked eye.
     The trip to the pole took minutes. He coalesced, twisting and spinning as his body whorled into his human form seconds before he landed at his parents’ doorstep. The blood thundered through him, his heart pounding as it did when he transformed.

Snow covered his feet, slipping between his soles and his flip--‐‑flops. Not feeling fond of the sensation, he entered the home, closing the door with a solid thud. He slid the soggy footwear off and wiped his feet on the mat. A sigh passed his lips when he 
stepped onto the heated floor.
     “Wow. Two visits in one month. What did we do to deserve this?” said a sarcastic voice from behind Eddie.
     He turned and glared at Barry the elf. Eddie nearly had two solid feet on Barry so he crowded the elf and loomed over him. To his credit, Barry stood toe--‐‑to--‐‑toe with him, staring directly into his eyes, not giving an inch. To irritate the little person, he ruffled Barry’s curling black hair, much like he’d do to a four--‐‑year--‐‑old.
Barry slapped his hand away. “Knock it off.”
     “What are you gonna do? Kick me in the shin?” 
     Eddie yelped when Barry did just that. Unlike the stories one hears at Christmas, elves don’t wear slipper--‐‑like shoes that curl at the end. They wear steel--‐‑toed work boots.
     Eddie hopped on one leg while holding his sore shin. “You little jerk. I was joking.”
     Barry’s laughter reverberated around the foyer. He spun on his heel, murmuring, “I wasn’t.”
 
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27 October 2015

Spotlight Author Karen King's New Release Witch Angel

Please welcome author Karen King today as she shares details of her latest release, Witch Angel.


 Author F&Qs
How did you get started writing? 
I've always written. I had my first poem published when I was 11. I started my writing career with Jackie magazine, writing articles and photo stories. 

Are you a Plotter or a Pantser? 
It depends whether I'm writing to a commission or not. If I'm commissioned I have to plot as I have to send a synopsis and the first couple of chapters to my editor. If I'm not writing to a commission I work out the basic outline of my story then write 'by the seat of my pants.'

Are you most productive in the morning or evening? 

Morning. Often I get out of bed and start writing straight away. I'm full of ideas in the morning.

Author bio
Karen King has had over one hundred and twenty children’s books published by mainstream publishers such as Walker, Scholastic, Harper Collins and Macmillan. She’s written for many children's magazines too including Sindy, Barbie, Winnie the Pooh and Thomas the Tank Engine. She writes for all ages and in all genres; story books, picture books, plays, joke books, non-fiction and YA. 

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Witch Angel
 

Tag Line
Should Aluna betray her father to save the world?

Blurb
Aluna’s father is the Master Wizard of the Katalan. On her thirteenth birthday she is initiated into the coven and swears allegiance to her clan. Then she has a vision about the mother she has never known and a gold sceptre with an eagle’s head handle. 

She discovers that the mysterious new girl, Raffie, who appeared out of nowhere is looking for the same sceptre. Aluna hopes the sceptre will lead her to her mother so swears an oath of friendship with Raffie, pledging to find it together only to discover that Raffie is Angleyt. They are sworn enemies.

Aluna’s father is looking for the sceptre too, as are the evil Bygnorim. Will Aluna really betray her father? What dreadful secret is he hiding about her mother? Aluna and Raffie face terrible danger in their quest. Are their combined powers strong enough or will Darke Magyck win?

Extract
Something woke Aluna in the middle of the night. She snuggled under the bedcovers trying to get back to sleep, but a niggling in her head told her something was wrong. She crept out of her room and out into the hall. She heard loud voices coming from downstairs.  

She crept to the top of the stairs and peered down. Her father and Wizard Tal were standing in the hallway. Their voices were raised, but Aluna couldn’t hear what they were saying. She crept down the stairs, sitting down just before the bend so she could hear them but not be seen. 

“You can’t do this, Sebastian,” she could hear the quiver in Tal’s voice. “It’s too dangerous. You can’t meddle with forces like this.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to find the sceptre. And no one will stop me.” 

She crept down further and peered through the gaps in the rails. Tal looked terrified. “How long have you been dabbling in this? Did Kristen know?” Tal said. Aluna saw a look of horror come over his face. “Is that why she disappeared. What did you do to her?” 

Aluna put her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. Had her father hurt her mother?

She gasped she saw her father point his wand at Tal and mutter something. Tal screamed and put his hand to his throat. He opened his mouth but no words came out. “At the moment you’ve just lost your voice,” her father said. “Go against me and you will lose your life.”

Aluna listened in horror as Tal scuttled off down the stairs. A few seconds later she heard her father walk back into his study and close the door behind him.

She stood up, shaking. She had never heard her father so angry. And to strike Tal, a dear friend, dumb like that. It was awful. Her head spun with questions. 

Why was her father so angry? 

What was Tal warning him about and what did he mean when he said he would do anything to find the sceptre. Why was it so important to him? What did he intend to do with it?

A chill ran through her as she remembered the look on her father’s face when he cast the spell on Tal. He’d looked almost…evil. As if he didn’t care what he did to anyone as long as he found the sceptre.  

Had he hurt her mother? Is that why she’d left and never come back?
 
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