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“10 Moments That Changed My Life” by Kara O’Neal ~ New Release on July 10th: The Cowboy’s Embrace, Book 10, Pike’s Run Series

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Please help me welcome author friend Kara O’Neal with the moments that changed her life, and her new release, The Cowboy’s Embrace, Book 10, Pike’s Run Series…

10 Moments That Changed My Life by Kara O’Neal

  1. When I was in second grade, I read “Little Women”. The story enthralled me. I loved the close relationship between the sisters. But this is when I learned that “happily ever after” doesn’t always mean that everyone stays together. It was a sobering moment for a second grader!
  2. Let’s jump a decade to my senior year in high school. One of the many books I read that year had an ending that was highly disappointing. This had happened before, of course, but I was especially irritated by the way this story wrapped up. My sister told me to make up a better ending. Seemed like a good idea. I followed her orders, and thus began my love affair with crafting my own “happily ever afters”! (I credit my sister with my writing career. Alice in The Sheriff’s Gift is based off of her.)
  3. August 22, 1994 – This is the day I met my husband. I knew as soon as I saw him that he was my “happily ever after” guy. (He didn’t think I was his “happily ever after” girl until the next day.)
  4. July 18, 1998 – We got married! We will be married 20 years in a little over a week. Even though I knew he was the one for me right off the bat, I still can’t believe it’s been 20 years. Marriage is hard, but I’ve discovered that as long as you work to grow together, it absolutely can feel like a “happily ever after”.
  5. The summer of 2000 – I sat down and wrote my first book. The writing was pretty horrible. But, I didn’t let go of it. I couldn’t. I had found the work of my heart, and even if I never saw words of mine published, I was going to keep writing.
  6. November 14, 2000 – Our first child, a daughter, was born on this day. She is going to be a senior in high school this year. My heart can’t take it. Even so, I’m extremely excited to see what she does with her adult life. She is talented, bright, and a sweetheart. She NEVER gives up on anything. She is one of the bravest people I know, which has made her one of my heroes.
  7. November 17, 2002 – Our second child, a son, was born on this day. He is a carbon copy of his father – quiet, kind, talented, and as calm as the day is long. He’s a sturdy rock who is a friend to all. He will be a sophomore this year, and the world is absolutely his oyster. He can draw and sing and act. He does all of this with a kind smile and never a boastful attitude.
  8. September 16, 2006 – Our last child, a son, was born on this day and now our house is filled with laughter because of it. He’ll be in sixth grade this year. He is also very talented – he is a wonderful artist, but he has this sense of humor that keeps us in stitches. I don’t know where he gets it. Here’s a joke he made up when he was in the second grade: “Do you know why there are no male teachers? Because it’s teacher not teachim.”
  9. May of 2013 – I received the communication all writers want to hear. Resplendence Publishing wanted to publish my book. It had taken 13 years, but I finally got it right. Welcome Home, book 1 in the Pike’s Run Series, had been through many revisions. But all that sweat, blood, tears, tears and more tears paid off. And now I can’t stop!!! The Cowboy’s Embrace, book 10, will be released tomorrow, Destiny’s Secrets, book 11, is going through the critique process, and Pierce’s Hero, book 12, is finished and waiting its turn with my critique partners.
  10. November 22, 1998 – My grandpa gave me the best advice on this day. He told me that marriage is 100/100. Not 50/50. He asked me why I would ever only give half of myself to the person who would be my partner in life. It made so much sense. So, ever since then, regardless of what my husband does for me, I give him as much as I possibly can. Is it working? I think so. Am I always successful? NO. It’s hard, of course, but I don’t believe I’m here just to see what others can do for me. My helping hands and loving heart shouldn’t be contingent on what others do for me. I’m so grateful I got to spend time with my grandpa on that day. It was the Sunday before Thanksgiving of 1998. He died on Thanksgiving Day that year. His entire family was there. He’d been diagnosed with cancer in January. He was given 6 months. He lived for 11. I think of him every day.

 

Blurb:

Lily Spero is searching for her stolen heritage, for a place in the world that is all her own. Sixteen years ago, she lost her parents and siblings to a villain on a white horse. Since, she’s hungered for family, for that love she’d once known. When she visits the Swinging A Ranch, her past collides with her present, opening wounds long buried and shockingly creating hope where none had been before.

Deacon Tolbert is the foreman and a contributing partner to the Swinging A Ranch. He’s carved a niche in the world all his own, finally feeling worthy of the goodness he’s found for himself. But when Lily Spero arrives, the girl he abandoned years ago, he’s forced to face the most gut-wrenching moment of his life.

Despite the pain, love surprises them and blossoms, bringing hope for the future. But the villain from the past comes to haunt them, to steal what they’re trying to build. Deacon and Lily must brave vile evil in order to stay together, and fight with all they have to keep the promises they made to each other.

Excerpt:

“I thought you were dead.”

Deacon paused in restacking the woodpile outside his home. Lily.

His hand hovered over the cut tree, and it took every ounce of strength he had to remain upright. He swallowed. He should have realized she’d have enough courage to face him. She’d always been like her mother.

When her friend hadn’t shown this morning for her cowboy education, he’d thought the pair had gone home. He’d thought he’d been saved from confronting the worst moment of his life. But here she was. Lily.

He couldn’t tell her to go. And he wouldn’t pretend not to know who she was. Slowly, muscle by muscle, he straightened to full height.

“Or captured,” she continued.

He closed his eyes.

“I thought…no…I tortured myself with images of the ghost coming to get you.”

Ah, God. Pain tightened his chest. He couldn’t turn around.

Some beats passed, accompanied only by the noise of cicadas. “But…now…I fear you abandoned me of your own volition.” Tears thickened her tone. “Did you choose to leave me?”

He had. And the action had haunted him every day.

A groan of frustration came from her. “Are you going to stand there and say nothing? After all these years, after what we went through, you won’t talk to me? You can’t even look at me.” Her voice broke. “Was I that much of a problem? Did I cause you so much trouble I’d become a burden?”

Her questions lashed his skin, making past wounds crack open and run down his flesh. God, how he wished he’d been able to stop the villain on the white horse.

Another sob from her had him clenching his hands into fists. He could face her. He could. With slow movements, he turned.

And the beautiful creature before him proved that sixteen years had passed. His heart constricted that he had caused this beauty so much suffering. Guilt pressed on him, and he couldn’t move, couldn’t make his mouth work to speak.

She was Lily. He could see it. But she’d transformed into a picture of grace and strength he had no business being around. He’d added to her grief and owed her an explanation. If he could find his courage, he would apologize.

Her watery gaze glittered with gut-wrenching pain. Disbelief.

“God,” she choked out. “You’ve changed so much.”

He was a rough cowboy now. One who chose to avoid the sweeter side of life for reasons he refused to explore.

“I should know your face,” she accused, lifting her chin. “You should be as familiar to me as the backs of my hands. We were supposed to be together…to be each other’s family. You promised.”

 

Buy Links:

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-cowboys-embrace-kara-oneal/1128974490?ean=2940161996683

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Cowboys-Embrace-Pikes-Run-Book-ebook/dp/B07F2NHCJB/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1530393747&sr=8-2&keywords=kara+o%27neal

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Kara_O_Neal_The_Cowboy_s_Embrace?id=MTJiDwAAQBAJ

 

Contact Links and Social Media:

My website: www.karaoneal.com

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Meet Meet Racine Weston from No Luck At All by Julie Lence

Please help me welcome today’s guest, Julie Lence…

Hello Alicia. Thank You for having me as your guest today. It’s a pleasure connecting with you and your readers. No Luck At All was probably the easiest story for me to write. Racine spoke to me the entire way. Below, get to know her better and you’ll discover why she tugged at my heartstrings from beginning to end. 2 people will win a Kindle copy of No Luck At All just for leaving a comment. Hugs!  

My pleasure, Julie! I’m thrilled to have you and I look forward to meeting Racine. Thank you for the giveaway!  

Hello. I’m Racine, the youngest daughter of wealthy and respected Boston doctor, Donald Somerfield, and his socialite wife, Katherine. Mama hated me from the moment I was born. She had it in her mind that Papa wanted a son, and when I came out a fourth daughter, she blamed me for that mishap. She swore she would not jeopardize her figure and looks again to bear papa another child, moved into her own bedroom, and handed me and my care over to the servants.

My toddler years, I found it unbearable to not have Mama’s love and acceptance. My sisters, Valeen, Victoria and Valerie did. Mama would fuss over them, take them shopping and plan parties for them. She did none of that with me, which made me try all sorts of ways to gain her approval, none of which worked. I only earned her ‘rolling’ of the eyes, a stern lecture on how I was disobedient and very unladylike, and words of how no one would ever like me. I was unlovable.

I found that last part hard to believe. Papa loved me and spent as much time with me as his doctor duties allowed. Even the servants seemed to enjoy my company. Then one day, on a whim to make mama happy, I went to her flower garden to pick her some flowers. A stray dog leapt out from under the bushes and attacked me. His paw clawed my cheek and Papa had to stitch three deep cuts. When the bandages were removed, I had three long, red, ugly scars. Papa swore they would fade in time, But I knew that wasn’t true. Every year, they got bigger, more noticeable–this was proven when I overheard my sisters beg Mama to keep me hidden from their friends. They said I was hideous and would scare away the other girls.

After that, I took to spending a lot of time in my room, alone. The maids took pity on me and taught me how to sew. Sophie, our cook, taught me how to prepare delicious meals. My skills flourished under their guidance. Even Papa was impressed with the curtains I sewed for his den.

The years passed and I reached an age where Papa insisted I attend the dinner parties he held for his interns. I wanted nothing to do with socializing and retreated to my room on those occasions. One night, Papa ordered me to attend a dinner. Grudgingly, I did, and kept to the shadows most of the evening until one man asked me to dance. I wanted to decline his offer, but his warm smile drew me to him as his hand drew me out of the corner. I’m thankful I didn’t refuse him, for that night I met and fell in love with the most handsome, heavily muscled, kind-hearted man to ever exist―Creel Weston.

Creel courted me relentlessly. He took me to the park, to dinner, and for strolls around Mama’s flower gardens. He told me he loved me and wanted me to marry him. Part of me believed him. The other part was unsure, until he stood beside me at the altar, said his vows, and gave me a ring. I’ve never been so happy, and then that happiness disappeared as before my eyes Creel went from warm and caring to a cad on the eve of our wedding.

I don’t know what brought about the change in him, but I have a good idea. Somehow, he came to the conclusion he can’t bear looking at me and my hideous scars for the rest of his life. Though he’d never once commented on them, I gathered the preacher joining us together for all eternity sparked feelings in him he never knew existed. I can’t blame him―I am ugly. But I can hope for some semblance of comfort and accord between us. I thought I had found that after Creel and I hashed out some misunderstandings. But now, an old friend from Creel’s childhood claims he loves her. After replaying some events over and over in my mind, and pitting Amy’s beauty and refinement against my scars and lack of elegance, I fear she is right in that Creel loves her and not me.

 

No Luck At All is the 3rd book in the Weston Family series and available for purchase at Amazon:

www.amazon.com/dp/B0064R6NVI

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Excerpt from No Luck At All:

“A sassy mouth isn’t becoming of you.” He sat across from her.

“Ungratefulness doesn’t become you, either,” she rallied back.

“Butchering me like a side of beef does?” He raised a brow.

“I butcher you?” Disbelief shone in her eyes. “You butcher me. Most of the time you don’t talk to me and when you do, you’re mean.”

“Have a heart, Racine. I’m doing the best I can.”

“If this is your best, I’d hate to see your worst.” She fidgeted with the sash on her robe. “What’s bothering you, Creel? Why do you think the worst of me?”

“Because,” he barked and instantly regretted it. Fear sprang into her eyes and she sank back in her chair, her shoulders trembling. “I apologize,” he said quietly, leaning forward and resting his arms on his thighs before folding his hands together to conquer the churning in his gut. If he wanted any kind of normalcy with her, it was now or never.

 

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BIO:

Julie was born and raised in upstate New York. She married her high school sweetheart and accompanied him on his twenty-year career with the United States Air Force. Presently, she resides in the Pikes Peak region, where she’s a stay-at-home mom enjoying a career writing western historical romance.

Throughout her school years, Julie enjoyed reading and writing. A friend introduced her to the romance genre in the late 80’s and she was instantly hooked, crediting Judith McNaught and Johanna Lindsey as her inspirations to pen her own novels. As she puts it, Ms. McNaught’s voice is flawless and Ms. Lindsey’s Malory family is endearing and addictive. Combining her fondness for horses, John Wayne and the television series, Dallas, Julie settled into writing about cowboys, outlaws and the ‘old west’ early in her career.

Julie self-publishes her work at Amazon.com. She also designs her covers. When she’s away from her computer, she enjoys taking care of her family and home, exploring the Rocky Mountains and meeting fans of the romance genre. To connect with her, visit her here:

Website: www.julielence.com

Facebook page: https://facebook.com/#!/JulieLence

Twitter: https://twitter.com/julielence

 

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Sadie Michelson from Adrienne Wolfe’s Devil in Texas Shares 10 Memorable Moments

Please help me welcome Adrienne Wolfe with a bit of a twist on the ’10 Moments that Changed My Life’ – Her heroine from Devil in Texas is sharing HER moments…

From Diva to Detective:

10 Memorable Moments in My Wild Western Life

By Sadie Michelson, Pinkerton Agent

As reported to Adrienne deWolfe, Agency Scribe

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Scribe’s Note:  Sadie Michelson is deep undercover, sending this transmission from her latest top-secret location. Per Agent Michelson’s instructions, I have faithfully transcribed her 10 most memorable moments – in the event that she fails to survive.  Be forewarned:  this transcript will self-destruct in 7 minutes . . .

  1. My childhood was what you might call . . . eventful.  It made me an orphan.  But believe me, I’m not complaining.  My twin sister wound up as a little, freckle-faced  ghost with red hair.  At least, I think the chubby-cheeked cherub, who watches over me at night, is Maisy.  (Can 5-year-old ghosts sprout wings?) I’m not an expert on ancestral spooks, like my Pinkerton compatriot, Wilma LeBeau, the Cajun Mambo.  To ward off evil spirits, Wilma makes me wear a gris-gris in her house.   She kind of freaks me out . . .
  2. Around the age of 21, I wrote my first bawdy song, Pansy Primrose, while I was headlining at Dodge City’s infamous Long Branch Saloon.  The ballad is about a virtuous lass, who . . . uh . . . loses her underwear.  Pansy’s tale (tail?) received lots of whoops and hollers from the roostered cowboys when it debuted.  They like to bellow the refrain while I sang:  “Purdy Pansy Primrose, now that she’s full-grown, will jump a randy cowboy like a dog jumps on a bone . . . ” 
  3. About four years later, the notorious gunslinger, William Cassidy (aka “Lucifire”) blazed back into my life.  My wily ex-lover wanted to hook up again.  Little did I know, the scalawag was being chased by Texas Rangers!  I should have told Cass to turn around and ride back to Hades; instead, I did something stupid.  I fell in love.  A girl like me knows better than to mix business with pleasure, but there’s just something about Cass …  Anyway, I set out to lure the law from his trail, and the hothead thought I betrayed him!  He left me choking on his dust!  That’s the thanks I got, for risking my neck . . .375_WEBSITEPROMO_Lucifireadevilwithagun
  4. By the way, Cass isn’t the only one with bragging rights around guns.  My daddy left me his Henry Repeater.  Around about midnight, when things were just heating up  in Dodge, a mob of masked Ku Klux Klansmen tried to lynch Cass’s Cherokee friend.  I never much liked that half-breed (he convinced Cass that I ratted him out to the Rangers.)  However, I have even bigger reasons to hate the Klan.  I threw back my shutter and opened fire on the pigs.  That’s right:  I was the one who got that shootout going to save the half-breed’s life!  Too bad Wyatt Earp had to show up with his tin-star and spoil all my fun . . .
  5. Around about ‘79, I got wind that Daddy was owed back wages.  So I stormed into Allan Pinkerton’s Chicago office and demanded that he fork over my rightful inheritance. Who would have thought that the world’s most famous detective would see something greater in me than a cowtown whore?  Pinkerton offered to hire me on the spot!  (That moment was a real rip-snorter, let me tell you!)  But since I was already a crack shot, and I had no compunction against decking randy cowboys, I figured, what the heck?  I was half-trained to be a detective anyway . . .400_pinkertonbadge_clipped_rev_1
  6. Then came the reality check.  Ugh.  Was God just bored the day he gave me brandy-colored eyes?  Try disguising those when you’re slinking through a sodbuster convention, praying you won’t get recognized!  Once, I did get caught.  I was pawing through a scumbag’s underwear drawer for evidence.  “That’s right!” I wanted to shout, “I’m the waiter, who served you turtle soup last night!”  Fortunately, my Irish temper doesn’t always get the best of me.  And I discovered that railroad spectacles can be  tinted blue . . .
  7. Speaking of losing my temper:  I tend to throw things.  Cass has gotten really good at dodging perfume bottles.  Once, when I was on a strict no-dessert diet (so I could fit into my stage costume) the rotter brought me a strawberry shortcake.  Needless to say, I pitched a diva fit and threw the shortcake at his head!  Undaunted, the rascal coaxed me into a novel way to enjoy cake.  We spent the next 90 minutes scraping whipping cream off the wall and smearing it all over each other’s private parts.  BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!
  8. At last count, my elusive lover has racked up six nicknames (including “The Rebel Rutter”) for his Wanted posters.  I only have one alias worth mentioning, but I’m pretty proud of it:   The Devil’s Daughter.  I bet you’re wondering how I earned such an enviable title. I’d dish the details, but  then the Propriety Police would censor Alicia’s blog, and Alicia would rat me out to Wilma, and Wilma would put a Voodoo curse on me . . .  So suffice it to say, Cass gave me the name after spending 10 hours in my bed.  The Rebel Rutter couldn’t sit astride his saddle for a week! (::snicker::)
  9. A couple of months ago, while working undercover in Galveston, I had to jump out of a burning brothel.  That feat definitely ranks among my most memorable moments.  Cass had just blown my cover.  Or at least, that’s what I thought, because a container of Greek Fire crashed through my window.  I escaped – barely – by disguising myself as a tramp and fleeing for the docks.  I let Cass go on thinking I was dead.  It served him right!
  10.   It’s really hard to end with just 10 memorable moments.  I have a whole Pinkerton caseload worth reporting!  How many Victorian ladies do you know, who’ve ended the career of a corrupt state senator?  Or outwitted a criminal mastermind, who uses music to  turn innocents into killers?  But to tell the truth, an even bigger mystery is looming on my horizon.  I’m worried that it might be personal.  I started getting suspicious when I caught Cass and Wilma, whispering behind my back.  Then my boss started changing the subject whenever I walked into the room. I hate to sound paranoid, but my instincts never fail me.  I need to find out what my allies are covering up, and I need to find out fast.  Otherwise, I might not make it out of this border town alive …

(End of Pinkerton Transmission)

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Sadie and Cass star in:

Devil in Texas

By Adrienne deWolfe

Book 1, Lady Law & The Gunslinger

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Book Description

Pinkerton Agent Sadie Michelson poses as a casino singer to investigate a Texas Senator. Before she can cozy up to her quarry, she must get past his bodyguard, William Cassidy, her long-lost lover.

An outlaw seeking redemption, Cass was lured to Texas by the promise of a Ranger badge. But he hasn’t forgotten the sassy siren, who toyed with his heart. When Sadie proposes a truce, Cass suspects she’s hiding something.

With assassins dogging their heels, Cass and Sadie uncover a murder conspiracy in the senate. To stay alive, they must do the one thing they’re dead set against: trust each other.

Purchase on Amazon or wherever ebooks are sold.  Also available in paperback.

Amazon link:  http://amzn.to/2aKZW6j

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About Adrienne deWolfe

Adrienne deWolfe is the #1 bestselling author of action-packed Historical Romance novels, where feisty Heroines buck the conventions and true Heroes must be wickedly funny.  Currently, she is working on the third book in her Lady Law & The Gunslinger Series.  For more information about her sassy ladies and sizzling rogues, visit http://LadyLawandtheGunslinger.com

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Come Love A Cowboy ~ A New Western Romance Anthology

Please help me welcome the authors of a brand new anthology. They are sharing their favorite lines, what they enjoyed about collaborating on a project, and other fun tidbits!

 

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Eight stand-alone Contemporary Western Romance novellas from Bestselling and Award Winning Authors. From firefighters, bronco busters, and wealthy ranchers to bad boys, we have them all for you!  If you’ve ever wanted to fall in love with a sexy, alpha cowboy of today…now’s your chance.

Amazon Only Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/Come-Love-Cowboy-Kathleen-Ball-ebook/dp/B01D5876UK/

 

Border Affair by Hebby Roman

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When his partner’s daughter is kidnapped in México, a self-made millionaire must confront his feelings about their affair and the future of their relationship.

The idea for “Border Affair,” came from my longing to write about horses and to write a sequel to my book, “Border Heat,” which was honored to be named as a Los Angeles Times Book Festival selection.

Border Affair” is one of eight contemporary western romances in the new anthology, “Come Love A Cowboy.” The most difficult thing about writing this anthology was the addition of a free Sample Book, where we each showcased a long excerpt from our book, along with a favorite recipe mentioned in the story. I’d never done this before, and it was interesting, trying to pick a good recipe and show the characters enjoying that food.

The most fun thing about being a part of this anthology is easy—it’s reading the other authors’ stories when they’re done—before anyone else gets to peek!

Blurb

Camila Villarreal has had a crush on Rusty Douglas since she was twelve years old. And no matter what she does she can’t stop caring for him.

Rusty, a self-made millionaire and a partner in her family’s ranch, is recovering from a messy divorce and facing a mid-life crisis. He’s not eager to become involved in a serious relationship.

Despite Rusty’s doubts, their mutual attraction blazes into a sizzling affair. But when Camila is kidnapped, Rusty is desperate to rescue her. Will he get her back unharmed? And if he does, can their affair develop into a lasting relationship?

Excerpt:

Camila burst out laughing and leaned over, resting her hands on the fence rails to keep her balance.

“What are you laughing at?” Rusty asked.

“Your citified ways,” she said.

“Oh, my, we are touchy. What should I call you?”

“My name would be great.”

“Okay, Rustee, how’s that?”

“Better,” he panted. He cracked the switch again and started turning in a faster circle, urging the gelding.

The sorrel picked up speed, but she wasn’t watching the horse anymore. She couldn’t drag her gaze from the way Rusty’s jeans fit.

Individual Amazon Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/Border-Affair-Book-2-ebook/dp/B01DFRUVQW/

Hebby’ Social Media Links:

Website at: http://www.hebbyroman.com

Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorHebbyRoman

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/callofmuse/

Amazon Author Page:

http://www.amazon.com/Hebby-Roman/e/B001KI1L0O/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1456359596&sr=1-2-ent

 

Luke’s Fate by Kathleen Ball

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Blurb:

Meg O’Brien hoped never to lay eyes on the one man who broke her heart. To her dismay, Luke Kelly arrives at her ranch a much different and broken man. Can Meg ever forgive his callous treatment of her and help Luke become the man he used to be?

Excerpt:

“You’ve changed,” he said, his voice soft and low.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He hesitated. “You used to be easy to read. You wore your emotions on your sleeve. Now I don’t know what you think except you want me gone. I can understand why. I mean I left you just as we were starting something good, something I had hoped would be permanent.”

“Permanent?”

“You must have known how I felt about you. I was just waiting for you to grow up so I could start dating you.”

Tears filled her eyes. All this time she had thought he didn’t find her appealing. “You left without a word.”

“I know, and I’ll be forever sorry for hurting you.”

Tears trailed down her face, and she closed her eyes willing them to stop. “Why?” Her voice squeaked.

Luke shook his head. “I wish I could tell you but I can’t.”

Meg wiped away her tears. “Can’t or won’t?” She waved her hand at him. “You know, don’t, just don’t. The whole town thinks I drove you away. I’ve lived the last five years with people whispering behind my back. I don’t even bother going into town unless I have to. Now I’m foreman of this ranch, I’m perfectly content with my life. I do what I love, and people stay out of my way.”

Luke’s stare was intense. “Is that what you want? You want people to stay out of your way? Hell, Margaret Mary, I thought you’d gone on with your life. I expected to find you with a husband and babies. Even I got married.” His face shuttered as he turned away.

Married? No one had told her. Her mouth opened but there were no words. She folded her arms in front of her trying to keep from flying apart and her stomach threatened to rebel. What a fool she’d been, thinking all this time that something tragic had happened to him, thinking he’d be back for her if he could, and the whole time he’d been married.

Of course, he would have dated while he’d been gone, but marriage… Her thoughts had never strayed that far. How stupid, of course he’d be married. If imagining it would have been too much for her, the reality was shattering. Her body began to shake, and she clasped her hands together trying to still herself. After a few large swallows it worked, but the lump in her throat stayed.

Well, where the hell was his wife now? She should be here wiping her husband’s nose instead of leaving it to others. He had the gall to come here when he had a wife? Her stomach dropped. Was he planning to build a house on his land and live there, raising a family?

Everyone had told her to get on with her life but she refused to listen. Damn my stubborn hide!
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Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kathleen-Ball-Western-Romance/121300767916947

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Author Bio:

Kathleen Ball writes contemporary and historical western romance with great emotion and memorable characters. Her books are award winners and have appeared on best-seller lists including: Amazon’s Best Sellers List, All Romance Ebooks, Bookstrand, Desert Breeze Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing Best Sellers list. She is the recipient of eight Editor’s Choice Awards, and The Readers’ Choice Award for Ryelee’s Cowboy, and the winner of the Lear diamond award Best Historical Novel- Cinders’ Bride.

 

THREE FOR THE WIN by Keta Diablo

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Blurb:

Hollis should have known better than to fall for a bone-melting man like Stede. He’s gone now and Eli is left to pick up the broken pieces of her life.

A few favorite lines from the story

Stede set his beer down on the nightstand and placed a finger over Hollis’ lips. “Let me tell you what I love about you.” His hand moved from her lips to the hair at the side of her head. “You’re hair is so blonde, it’s almost white…long, thick and sexy.” He kissed her eyes. “These amazing baby-blues?” His breath caressed her cheek; his lips hovering so close, an ache took flight between her thighs. “The first time I looked into them, ocean met sky for me. I thought I’d found Heaven.” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “That lush, full mouth called to me, begged me to kiss it.”

A fun fact

While this is a contemporary ‘cowboy’ story, one of the main characters is a mean, lean, bad-boy biker. I wondered how that would work in the story, and in the end I decided it worked out fine. It proves people from all walks of life can form a bond; become best friends.

What was the most difficult thing about writing in conjunction with the other authors

There really weren’t any difficulties. A minor issue was wondering if we were all going to make the deadlines we’d set. Thankfully, everything worked out fine.

What was the best thing

Friendship and a respect for each other’s work. Half of the authors in Come Love A Cowboy have worked together before on boxed sets. Bringing 4 new authors into the fold was a welcome addition.

 

GRANT ME THE MOON by Caroline Clemmons

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Blurb:

All Tory Fraser intended was to show her high school history club students a local archeology dig. How could she know the excursion would involve a murder? Or that one of her students would be suspected as the killer? And she had no idea she would meet the man of her dreams.

Excerpt:

After they’d eaten, he drove under the speed limit on the way back to Post. Her company fascinated him and he wished he could prolong the evening. When they reached the edge of the Caprock above Post, he pulled over at a wide space on the shoulder and opened the sunroof.

“I love this spot. You can see the lights of our little town below and the stars above.”

She relaxed against the seat and head rest. “The almost full moon tonight obscures many of the stars. This is a beautiful vantage point, though. As if we’re divine and are hanging above the world. I could almost reach out and touch the moon.”

He reached for her hand and entwined their fingers “Should I grab it for you?”

She offered a whimsical smile. “Let’s leave it there so everyone can enjoy the moonlight.”

Fun fact about story:

There’s an actual archaeological site, the Garza Site, in the same county in which I set this story, but it is on private property and not open to the public. I’d always wanted to see the Garza Site, so I decided to create my own fictional site that’s better than the Garza Site. Writing fiction is wonderful.

Most difficult part of writing an anthology with other authors:

The hardest part of writing the anthology was keeping up with all the dates to do this or that. I felt as if I was always behind. Wait—I was always behind. I was the last one to complete her novella.

Fun part of writing an anthology with other authors:

The best part of writing in the anthology is that I had to stretch myself to write contemporary again after so many historical western romances the past couple of years. Doing so led to finding another comfortable niche for my creativity.

Contact links:

Website www.carolineclemmons.com

Facebook http://www.facebook.com/CarolineClemmonsRomances

Twitter http://www.twitter.com/CarolinClemmons (no E in Caroline)

Pinterest http://www.pinterest.com/CaroClemmons

Blog http://carolineclemmons.blogspot.com

 

Leaving Necessity by Margo Bonds Collins

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Blurb:

Can they strike love again?

At nineteen, Clara Graves left Necessity, Texas, to try to heal her broken heart. She swore she would never come back, and she’s kept that promise. Until now. When she returns for her uncle’s funeral, she inherits a small oil company that may keep her tied to Necessity for a few days longer than she expected. But as soon as she can close or sell the business, she’s pointing her boots toward greener pastures.

To this day, Mitchell MacAllan regrets letting Clara go without a fight. But his whole life was in Necessity, and leaving town wasn’t in the cards. As the foreman of Aerio Oil and Gas, he works hard to keep the townspeople employed and maintain the business, despite a recent downturn in petroleum prices.

Now Mac has less than a week to convince Clara that she should give Aerio a chance, and maybe even forgive him in the meantime. Otherwise, she will once again be leaving Necessity—and taking his heart with her, this time for good.

Excerpt:

“Just to clarify: that means that Aerio Oil and Gas, LLC, belongs entirely to me?” Clara tried to keep her voice from squeaking, but she didn’t entirely succeed.

“We can discuss it in detail momentarily, but almost, yes,” the attorney replied. He raised an eyebrow at her, as if making certain she was ready for him to keep reading.

Almost? What did that mean?

Slumping back into her chair with a surprised whoosh, Clara nodded and waved her hand again, this time motioning Mr. Pritchard to keep reading.

An oil company? What had Uncle Gavin been thinking? When had he acquired an oil company? More to the point, why hadn’t he told Clara about it?

She listened with only half her attention as Mr. Pritchard finished out the reading of the will.

The rest of it was pretty simple. With the exception of a few mementos and monetary gifts left to people like the woman who had cleaned his house every week for as long as Clara could remember, Gavin Graves had left everything to Clara. Much of it was specified in the will—the house and all its contents other than those otherwise disposed by the will, an old Mustang he had restored years before, a new Dodge pickup truck, and several bank accounts—but the document also closed by noting that everything not otherwise mentioned went to Clara.

“Thank you all for coming,” Mr. Pritchard said, standing. “In the next few days, I will be contacting those of you to whom Mr. Graves bequeathed personal gifts.”

Clara kept her seat as several townspeople came to offer their condolences, some for the second or third time that day. A cynical part of her couldn’t help but wonder how many of them were more interested in getting a better look at her after ten years in order to add fuel to the gossip fire than their sincere expressions and kind words might otherwise suggest.

That’s not fair, Clara. She could almost hear her uncle’s kind voice chiding her.

With a sigh, she finally stood up. “Tell me more about this oil company, Mr. Pritchard?”

The attorney nodded. “Of course. But really, Mac will be able to tell you more.” He gestured behind her.

When she turned to look, though, all she caught was a bare glimpse of a dark-haired man in jeans and a cowboy hat as he shut the door behind him.

http://www.amazon.com/Leaving-Necessity-Margo-Bond-Collins-ebook/dp/B01CIR37A2/

About the Author & Social Media Links

Margo Bond Collins is addicted to coffee (mmm…caffeine) and SF/F television, especially Supernatural (mmm…Winchesters). She writes paranormal and contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and paranormal mystery. She lives in Texas with her daughter and several spoiled pets. Although she teaches college-level English courses online, writing fiction is her first love. She enjoys reading urban fantasy and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about heroes, vampires, ghosts, werewolves, and the women who love (and sometimes fight) them.

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BAD BOY,BIG HEART by Andrea Downing

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Blurb:

New Yorker K.C. Daniels feels the strain of being her overbearing parents’ daughter.  Chay Ridgway feels the strain of being his father’s sole support. As these two find their way in the world during three months in Wyoming, will it be a summer romance or a love that will last for years?

A few favorite lines from the story

“So? Empty guest cottage? Ridgway bunkhouse? Your place? My place? Truck? Field? Office?”

K.C. had to stop, she was laughing so much. “Chay Ridgway! What a mind! Is this all you think about?”

“Not quite all I think about. Sometimes I think about what a smart girl you are, and how lucky I am to have you. For a few seconds. And then I think…where can we do it today?”

A fun fact:

The first rodeo I ever attended was at Madison Square Garden when I was about six years old. Been hooked ever since…

What was the most difficult thing about writing in conjunction with the other authors 

No comment!

What was the best thing 

Working with authors I only knew by name and getting to know them better.

 

Desert Heat by Patti Sherry-Crews

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Blurb:

Sometimes it seems like Angel Harper is going to spend the rest of her adult life making up for her youthful transgressions—like running away with a two-timing, irresponsible cowboy on the rodeo circuit.

Now she’s trying to make things right. It isn’t easy for a single mother trying to run a small hotel on her own. She’s always two steps ahead of financial ruin, but determined to prove to herself and the memory of her parents she can do it.

A chance encounter with handsome cowboy and firefighter, Boone Donovan, awakens a desire she’d rather bury. But he isn’t going to let her get away that easily. Angel has been twice burned by love, and it’s not only her own heart she has to protect now. She has a son to think about.

Can she trust Boone enough to let love into her life again?

Excerpt:

With a tight throat, Angel watched Boone walk around and inspect the horses one by one. “At least your horses look healthy. I can tell you take good care of them.”

He walked back over and stood in front of her. Too close. She stepped back. His eyes went to her chest. She looked down and saw to her horror her nipples were not only very visible beneath the thin t-shirt, but were standing at attention.

His eyes grew dark, and he swallowed hard. She could see a vein throbbing in his neck. Angel crossed her arms across her chest, feeling weak at the knees with this big hunk of a man standing before her.

Boone took a step closer, eyes now lifted to hers, lips parted. She could hear the breath coming hard out of his flared nostrils. He was so close, she could take in his scent. All man.

Her arms fell to her sides. She took a step closer so their faces were inches apart. A familiar thrumming moved through her body. Desire rearing its head.

“Mom! There are firemen in the yard! They said I can climb on the truck if that’s all right with you.”

Boone took a big step back. He practically jumped away from her.

Rory stood framed in the door, still in his pajamas, dark hair, sticking out all over his head. There was a dried patch of milk in the front of his top. On top of everything else she now looked like a negligent mother. He pushed his glasses back and looked at her.

“Yes, go on Rory, but then get dressed.”

Angel looked back at Boone, the look of lust in his eyes replaced by a blank expression. She was used to that. Men were interested in her until they heard she had a kid. Her anger which had been at a slow simmer, went up a few notches to boiling.

“Not so interested in getting to know me better now, are you? Kids have a way of taking the mystery out of a woman.”

“I don’t have a problem with kids. It’s husbands I have a problem with. Are you married?”

“If I had a man around here do you think things would be in such a state? I’m trying to do this all on my own, which is why I don’t appreciate you stealing business away from me. You know that, right? The contract you signed with Star was formally mine,” she spat out.

“Hey, first off I didn’t steal your business away from you. I didn’t go out looking for it. Clint came to me. And yes, Clint told me who you were after you left. Then when I was left holding two bowls of ice cream last night, I guessed you had it all figured out by then. I wanted to talk to you. To clear the air.”

“There’s no clearing the stench out of this air,” she said, instantly regretting her choice of words, because the un-mucked stalls reeked of urine and manure.

“I’m going to call the fire inspector and make sure he comes out here next week.”

“You spiteful…You’d do that to me because I stood you up?”

“I’m going to call him, because I’m worried about your horses. If there’s a fire, you’re in danger of losing more than a contract. Tomorrow when I get off my shift I’m coming back out here and bringing this place up to code. The brush needs to be cleared away from all sides of the stable, and these cobwebs are a fire hazard.

He gestured overhead. “You don’t have cages around those bare bulbs. You have extension cords running all over the place not to mention all the other things scattered around that would make clearing the horses out in an emergency a problem. And when we pulled in there was a low branch over the drive we weren’t sure the engine could clear. You’re a disaster waiting to happen.”

With that he pushed past her, brushing against her as he walked by.

“You don’t have to do that!” she called after him.

“Gonna do it anyway,” he said walking away, his back to her.

“I don’t want you…”

Without a glance back he waved to her.

Contact info:

http://pattisherrycrews16.wix.com/author-blog

www.facebook.com/Patti-Sherry-Crews-Author

www.pinterest.com/patsherrycrews

https://twitter.com/CherieGrinnell

 

The Shape of Destiny by Julie A. D’Arcy

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Blurb:

Cole is a shape shifter on the run from the man who murdered his parents. Shannon is a well-educated owner of a ranch who refuses to acknowledge her Indian heritage and their beliefs. When danger threatens and Cole’s secret is revealed, can Shannon find it in her heart to believe in the unbelievable and change their destiny?

Excerpt:

Cole awoke to the sound of a loud crack. His eyes fluttered open and stared into the barrel of a gun. He should have recognized the sound of a rifle being cocked. His first thought…Granger has finally found me.

This wasn’t a man’s voice at all, but a woman’s. “What are you doing here? Who are you?”

He climbed to his feet, knowing instinctively she wouldn’t shoot. He could read people and knew she wasn’t the type to take the life of another human being. An animal he wasn’t sure about. He laughed inwardly and glanced to where his sister had slept. Gone.  He frowned and forced himself not to look around for her. Mia knew to hide at the first sign of danger.

Cole had to get the woman out of the barn. “I was just passing through.” He bent to pick up his backpack. “I’ll leave now. I needed somewhere to crash for the night, that’s all.” The rifle followed his movement as he bent to retrieve the shirt he’d used as a pillow.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Why is that?”

He straightened and looked at her then, really looked at her. She was quite beautiful in an unusual sort of way. Dark eyes, almost black, her skin a shade darker than most, and high cheekbones. If it wasn’t for the long pale blonde hair he would have sworn she was Native American. Maybe she had some of their blood in her gene pool. And he wanted her; he’d been a long time without a woman. He ignored the lust in his gut and headed for the door.

Her voice quavered. “Stop or I’ll shoot. I swear I will.”

He stopped but didn’t turn. “I don’t think so.”

He sensed her falter as she lowered the rifle. A head shorter than him, she came to stand beside him.  “I just want to know what’s going on here.”

“Nothing is going on. I was hiking across country. I needed somewhere to sleep and spied the lights in the distance.” He shrugged. “Thought there was no harm in sleeping in your barn. I’d be gone before anyone found me. Guess I was wrong.”

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Why didn’t she believe him? When she’d first found him sleeping on the hay a gamut of emotions ran through her body—fear, anger, and she had to admit, he was the most amazing looking man she’d ever seen. Most guys she knew were either old, scrawny, or had a gut the size of six watermelons. He pulled on his black t-shirt to cover his six-pack, and broad, muscled shoulders. She couldn’t help but finish her inspection by running her gaze down his stomach to where a line of dark hair disappeared past his belt buckle into his pants, and then lower to the thick thighs covered by his faded blue jeans. When she looked up again into his yellow-green eyes, his lips held a smirk, as if he knew her thoughts as she perused his body. What was he thinking? She didn’t want to know, but for some unknown reason she wanted him to stay. She glanced away, and that was when she saw her, a little girl in long white nightgown with curly black hair. She clung to the barn wall and Shannon realized then she had the rifle trained on the child.

The man whipped around and pushed the rifle down before Shannon could lower it. And then he glowered at her.

“I wouldn’t have pulled the trigger,” she said. “I didn’t know she was there.” She spoke to the child, her voice soft.  “Don’t be afraid. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Offering her best smile, she added, “You startled me.”

She was a pretty little thing, with the same coloring as her father. She wondered about the story behind that. Why wasn’t the child in school? Had he kidnapped the girl from her mother and they were on the run? And where was her mother?

She turned her attention to the man again. “I presume the girl is with you?”

“Yes.”

She put his age at around twenty-six…twenty-seven, a little young to have a daughter this age.

“Mia, go behind the bales and get dressed, we’re leaving.”

The child picked up her backpack did as she was told.

Shannon remained silent wondering what to say or do next. A child was the last thing she expected to see in her barn. There was a story here, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to pursue it. Questions lingered on her lips but halted in her throat when she took in the thunderous look on the man’s face.

 

What influenced my story?

At a young age, my father encouraged me to watch western movies on the television as they were his favorite. Out of this grew (a glamorous but somewhat glorified view of the Old West.) I grew to love all the westerns staring John Wayne, who to me encompassed the ideal western hero.

As to why I chose a shape shifter, black Panther, for the hero of my novella? Fantasy and Paranormal are the usual genres I write. Also, when I was around twenty and driving out in the country I could have sworn I saw a black Panther run into the trees at the side of the road. The incident never left me.

When asked to write a novella for the Come Love a Cowboy anthology I have combined all these elements into my story hopefully to a satisfying conclusion.

Author Bio:

Julie A. D’Arcy – lives in Wangaratta, Australia with her partner Philip and her two cats, Jesse and Abby. Julie has been a writer for nineteen years and has been published for almost 17 years. Her first two novels Time of the Wolf and Silverdawn were first published in 1999 and the year 2002 and Shortlisted for several prestigious awards, including the PEARL and Sapphire, with Time of the Wolf winning the 1999 RIO (Reviewers International, Dorothy Parker Award) in the Fantasy category for Women’s Fiction. Both books were also runners up in the prestigious Australian, R*BY Award run by the Australian RWA. Julie began writing seriously in 1994, and has been published by ImaJinn Books, Mundania Press, Double Dragon Press, Eternal Press, Noble Romance Publishing LLC, Moongypsy Press, Secret Cravings Publishing and Sweet Cravings Publishing. Watch for Julie’s Tarlisian Sagas. Legacy of the Black Dragon, and Elven Magic, and the re-release of The Cross of Tarlis, Book 1 and 2 and The Realm of the Wolf. Her single titles include: Silverdawn, Night’s Eternal Promise, Whisper of Yesterday, Face of a Stranger, Whisper on the Wind and short story, The Siam Encounter. Julie’s hobbies include reading, gardening, oil painting, making fantasy pottery and greeting cards, creating video clips and book covers for other authors. She loves to hear from people who have read her books.

 

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Ten Moments that Changed My Life by Andrea Downing – And her Western Historical Romance, Loveland

Please help me welcome Andrea Downing, who is sharing a Wild Rose Press Western Historical Romance and 10 moments that changed her life…

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New Releases from The Wild Rose Press plus Fun Facts & Fave Lines

I am proud to share some of the latest releases from The Wild Rose Press… Please check out the books and follow these authors on Twitter and Facebook, etc.

Enjoy the wonderful stories, fave lines, AND the fun fact tidbits…

 

Frances Evesham with An Independent Woman, Historical (Victorian) mystery romance Novel

Northanger Abbey meets Downton in Victorian England

Fun Fact: One day, my mother took me to the old Post Office in a tiny English Cotswold village where she grew up. There, I met Great Aunt Annie, a maiden Victorian lady, almost a hundred years old. Tiny and neat, with cotton-wool hair styled in a careful bun at the back of her neck, Aunt Annie bustled about, making cups of tea and cutting slices of fruitcake.

Aunt Annie lived quite alone, content, full of lively interest in the world and its news. She would have adored the internet.

Philomena, the Independent Woman of my novel, is, like Aunt Annie, a Victorian woman: self-sufficient, spirited and capable. The Victorians invented and built things. They engineered steam trains, bridges and factory machinery. Their photographs suggest they were solemn and unsmiling, but that was because they had to keep still for 30 seconds for every shot.

I believe the Victorians were like us inside, nursing their own hopes and dreams of adventure, love and happiness. I’m having fun writing their stories.

A few lines from the story:

Philomena leaped in the air and turned, terrified.

Lord Thatcham, tall and menacing, glowered at her from the doorway, his eyes ablaze with fury.

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Click HERE to order from The Wild Rose Press and to order from Amazon, click HERE

Webpage: http://francesevesham.com/an-independent-woman-coming-soon/

Find Frances here:

Website and blog: www.francesevesham.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/francesevesham

Facebook: www.facebook.com/frances.evesham.writer

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Marilyn Baron with Homecoming Homicides A Psychic Crystal Mystery Book Two, Mystery and Suspense Novel, Dark romantic suspense with a humorous twist 

Psycho Meets Miss Congeniality 

Fun Fact: When my daughter was a homecoming contestant at her university in a small North Florida town, I attended the pageant and noticed a man approach each contestant for her autograph on his pageant booklet. That sparked my imagination and was the inspiration for this story. I wondered what would happen if that man was a serial killer. The fictional college town, Graysville, was patterned after the town where I went to college, Gainesville, Florida.

A few lines from the story:

“All right, you immature rat bastard, listen up. I am going to pick up the phone and have you reassigned. It’s obvious we can’t work together if you can’t get over yourself. Okay, we had sex. Let’s just get that out on the table.”

 

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Click HERE to order from The Wild Rose Press and to order from Amazon, click HERE

Find Marilyn here:

Blog: Petit Fours and Hot Tamales www.petitfoursandhottamales.com

Web site: www.marilynbaron.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MarilynBaron

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Marilyn-Baron/286807714666748?fref=ts

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4722647.Marilyn_Baron

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Diana Rubino with A BLOODY GOOD CRUISE, paranormal novel 

“How would a ship swarming with vampires liven things up?”

Fun Fact: My husband and I are hooked on cruising, and my very first cruise was on the Eastern Mediterranean, beginning in Rome and ending in Istanbul. The ports of call included Rhodes, Cyprus, Santorini, and Egypt. Because I love Italy and cruising, I wanted to combine those passions with a humorous story about vampires and how they face prejudice in the human world. I met an Italian woman named Fausta in the mid-80s and always loved that name–I always planned to use that name in one of my books someday. I finally got the chance with Fausto, close enough!

A line from the story:

“All the blood has drained from your face, and not in a good way.”

 

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Find Diana here:

www.DianaRubinoAuthor.blogspot.com www.DianaRubino.com

https://www.facebook.com/DianaRubinoAuthor https://twitter.com/DianaLRubino

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Heidi Wessman Kneale with AS GOOD AS GOLD, paranormal historical novella,

What would you pay for the chance at love?

Fun Fact: In the Seventeenth Century, gold and silver were the standard coinage throughout Europe. However, each country minted their own coins. Even these changed from time to time, often depending on the whimsy of whoever was king at the moment. Our Heroine Daywen Athalia, had she been wealthy enough (she isn’t) to deal with gold coins, she would most likely have been familiar with British Guineas. 

Our Hero Bel MacEuros is fond of stealing foreign gold. Here, he has stolen some Bavarian Guilders. It was entirely possible he could have also stolen some Florins, depending on where he was thieving in the German States. 

The Gypsy woman Alishandra doesn’t care if her gold is Guineas or Guilders. For her, gold is gold and rather fungible–she’ll take it in any form, unless it’s cursed. Like this gold was. 

A few lines from the story: 

“Lachlan,” she said, her voice quivering ever so slightly. “Would you marry me?”

He studied her for a moment, then sucked his teeth. “I’d hate tae break your heart. I dinnae want tae marry ya.”

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!!!Currently on sale from The Wild Rose Press and Amazon, $1.99!!!

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Find Heidi here:

Heidi Kneale blogs at http://romancespinners.blogspot.com

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Lynn Shurr with A Wild Red Rose, Contemporary Western Novel

As a rodeo bullfighter, Clint Beck is unafraid of wild things, but can he tame a beautiful gold-digger and win her heart?  

Fun Fact: When I began to do research on bull riders for The Convent Rose which preceded A Wild Red Rose, I often watched the Professional Bull Riders on TV and attended rodeos. While I admired the courage of the bull riders, I was even more taken with the bullfighters who put their lives on the line to save a downed rider. They are heroes, too. Those who read the first book know Renee will not be easily tamed. I thought a rodeo bullfighter just might be up to the task.  

A few lines from the story:

“But people like us don’t deserve true love.” Renee Niles to Bodey Landrum

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!!!Currently on sale at The Wild Rose Press for $2.50!!!

Click HERE to order from The Wild Rose Press and to order from Amazon, click HERE

Find Lynn here:

www.lynnshurr.com

http://lynnshurr.blogspot.com and www.romancingthejock.com

Friend Lynn on FaceBook at Carla Lynn Shurr Hostetter

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Cait Jarrod with Entangled Love, Romantic Suspense novel 

In the question of love and death, where does the truth lie? 

Fun Fact: My family and I took a trip to California a few years ago. When I started writing the story, the sunny setting came forth as a perfect location for the characters to move forward with their relationship. Santa Monica beach is beautiful. 

3 of the author’s favorite lines:

 “I’ve wanted you since we were teens” ~ Ryan

He’s making me say it. “I want you.” ~ Emma

“Now that’s settled, I have a dumpster to see about suitcaes.” ~ Niles, Ryan’s Butler

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Find Cait here:

Webpage: caitjarrod.com

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Cait-Jarrod-Author/500705936640529?ref=hl

Facebook Profile: https://www.facebook.com/cait.jarrod

Twitter: http://twitter.com/CaitJarrod

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6966274.Cait_Jarrod

Google+:https://plus.google.com/u/0/+CaitJarrod/posts/p/pub

Email: cait.jarrod@aol.com

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/caitjarrod/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Visiting with Cynthia Woolf

Today I would like to welcome author, Cynthia Woolf, as my guest. Cynthia is talking about her latest release, Redeemed by a Rebel. AND…she will give a FREE book to one luck commenter. (U.S. Residents will receive a print copy, while out of the country residents will receive an ebook)

Where did you get the idea for Redeemed by a Rebel?

I was watching the HBO series Deadwood and became enraptured with the time and the place. I thought it would make a great place to put a western romance. And, of course, I had to make a research trip. Unfortunately it rained, hard, the whole three days we were there, so I didn’t get to see as much of the old town as I would have liked. They do have a couple of really nice museums though.

What book have you read that you wish you would have written?

Any and all by Johanna Lindsey or Julie Garwood or any of my other favorite authors.

What’s the main thing that you could get rid of in your life that would give you more writing time?

Cleaning house. I hate it and finally have hired Merry Maids to come in twice a month. It’s wonderful.

What do you want readers to come away with after they read Redeemed by a Rebel?

I want them to feel good. Know that the good guy won and the bad guy lost. Know that the hero and heroine are going to be happy together.

Would you rather have a bad review or no review?

In general no review because a bad review will bring down your overall rating. Although I’ve seen some one star reviews that weren’t that bad, but I still wouldn’t want them on my book.

If you could change something about one of your books that’s already released, what would it be?

I am changing them. My first books didn’t have proper editing and I’m redoing them. Although they are my most popular, there are some things I’m changing about them. Clarifying the story line, that kind of thing.

Thank you for joining Cynthia and I. We hope you enjoyed learning more about her. Now, for a little more about her book. (quite frankly, I’d like to get to know the shirtless hottie on the cover a little better ;))

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Blurb:

Jake Anderson killed a man defending his fiancée from a brutal attack, but lost her and his freedom in the process.  Now he’s on the run, tormented by the need for vengeance.

Becky Finnegan will do anything to escape her drunken father’s fists, including slave away at their mine.  Her only hope is to strike gold and make a new life for herself somewhere far, far away from Deadwood.  But then Jake arrives and does the unthinkable…forces her to feel, to hope…and to love.

Jake would give his life to protect Becky, but all he can offer her is a broken heart, a criminal’s life, and a past haunted by failure.  How can he save her when he’s already lost himself?  Will he destroy everything, or can the beautiful rebel redeem Jake’s lost soul?

 Excerpt:

April 1876

St. Louis, Missouri

The iron pressed against Jake Anderson’s back was almost as cold as the rain pouring out of the night sky.

“Knock on the door,” demanded his brother Zach, his voice angry and on edge.

Jake did as he was told and pounded on the front door, hard enough to be heard over the din of the rain.

“What the hell?” said his eldest brother, Liam, when he opened the door. “Jake? Zach? What are you two doing here? It’s the middle of the night.”

Zach growled from behind Jake. “Are you going to let us in or make us stand in this rain all night?”

“Come in. Zach, put that gun away.”

“Can’t until the kid here,” he poked Jake in the back with the gun, “is inside and we’ve talked to you.”

Jake walked into the foyer of the house his oldest brother owned in St. Louis. Steamer trunks and carpet bags lined the hallway down to the parlor.

“Sorry to do this to you, Liam. I know you’re leaving tomorrow,” said Zach, laying his hat on one of the trunks.

Jake threw his hat on the trunk next to Zach’s.

“Yes. At first light. Now, tell me what’s going on and why you brought Jake here at gun point,” said Liam.

“Only way I could get him to come.”

“And?” Liam said, exasperated. “Don’t make me beat the story out of you word by word, little brother. Just tell me the problem.”

Liam pointed at the two chairs in front of the fire, then went to the fireplace and stoked the banked coals to life. He added a piece of wood to the tiny flames before he turned once again to face them. “Jake. You first,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument.

“I killed an army captain,” Jake said, refusing to sit. He couldn’t sit. Couldn’t be still. He wanted to scream at the injustice, shout at God for his betrayal.

“Why’d you do a damn fool thing like that?”

Jake shrugged. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice,” countered Liam.

Zach put away his gun. “No, there’s not,” said Zach. “There was reason for it, but he did kill the man. I use the word ‘man’ loosely.”

“Damn it, Jake. They’ll hunt you down and hang you for this.”  Liam had been a colonel with seventeen years service, Jake knew he was familiar with military justice.

“The son of a bitch deserved to die. And as soon as I can, I’m going to kill the other bastard, too.”

“He’s mine,” snarled Zach.

“Who?” asked Liam.

“The colonel.”

“Jesus!  You two had better tell me what’s going on. Start at the beginning.”

You can find Redeemed by a Rebel here:

Amazon – http://amzn.com/B00I1GZAU0

B&N – http://tinyurl.com/kh8da53

Kobo – http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/redeemed-by-a-rebel

Apple – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/redeemed-by-a-rebel/id806815888?mt=11

Google Play – https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Cynthia_Woolf_Redeemed_by_a_Rebel?id=OXGpAgAAQBAJ

Website – www.cynthiawoolf.com

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