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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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TWRP New Release Spotlight – PLUS Fun Facts and Favorite Lines…

I’m happy to share some brand new releases from The Wild Rose Press. Check out these exciting stories and be sure to follow the authors.

 

Ashantay Peters with Death Rub, a Mystery Novel

Class reunions can be murder, even after finding the perfect dress 

Interesting Tidbit: 

I was having a chair massage when the idea for this book niggled into my brain. My massage therapist didn’t seem as enthused as I was about the plot, however. Hmm…I wonder if she thought I was making a personal comment about her skills.  Not so! My fictional massage therapist, Maggie, is a true heroine – facing her past and working past her fears to reach a better future. But then, I think anyone who confronts their dark side is heroic.

Favorite Line(s):

“He tasted like cinnamon with a piquant aftertaste of dark chocolate.”

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Find Death Rub here:

Wild Rose Press – Click Here

Amazon – Click Here

Find Ashantay here: 

Web site –www.ashantay.com

Email – ashantay.peters@gmail.com

Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/ashantay.peters

Amazon Author –https://www.amazon.com/author/ashantaypeters

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Diana Green with Dragon Wife, Paranormal Romance Novel

Beware the dragon when he finds his mate.

Interesting Tidbit:

The idea for this story came to me from a dream. In it, I experienced being a woman with magical abilities, living in a medieval world. I encountered a dragon-shifter chieftain and became quite smitten with him, only to learn he was betrothed to my cousin.
The emotions in my dream were so compelling, as was the vividness of the setting and characters. When I woke, I knew I had the seed for a great novel. The rest, as they say, is history.

Favorite Lines:

“If  you’re fretting about those stories, where dragons carry off beautiful virgins, I can put your mind at rest. I haven’t done that in ages.”

Orwenna’s head snapped up.

“Since I’m not a beauty or a virgin, I won’t worry,” she said tartly. “I’ll just pray you can fly well enough not to drop me.”

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On sale for a limited time: e-book $2.50 through The Wild Rose Press: Click Here

From Amazon for $4.99: Click Here

Paperback $12.99

Find Diana here $12.99

Website http://www.dianagreenbooks.com

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Gail MacMillan with Heather for a Highlander, historical romance novel

Interesting Tidbit:

In reading a book about provincial history, I came upon a section listing home remedies in 1820 New Brunswick.  Some were bazaar such as the asthma cure that required eating field mice fried in butter.  Others , such as heating poppy seeds in milk as a cure for insomnia, had merit.  About this time, people of the First Nation were also introducing their own medicines such as the fox glove plant for heart ailments to the newcomers.  What about a doctor of that era as a hero?  The idea burst into my mind as I read.  But not just any doctor… a remarkable doctor, one who could separate  the ridiculous remedies from those with benefits, a doctor open the wisdom of the First Nation’s healers and shamans, a doctor bold enough to question long standing medical practices such as bleeding?   Thus was born Dr. William MacTavish and his rogue of a brother, sea captain James.  And as Dr. MacTavish’s practice in the backwoods of New Brunswick grew, he would require an assistant but when he sent his brother on a quest for such an individual he had no idea his unpredictable brother would return with Heather for the former Highlander Dr. MacTavish.

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On sale for a limited time: e-book $2.50 through The Wild Rose Press: Click Here

From Amazon:  Click Here

Find Gail here:

Facebook:  Gail MacMillan

Twitter:  @tollerbeagle44

Web site: http://www.gailmacmillan.ca

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Five Authors from Oklahoma – (Burdened, Vol. 2) Five Stories in One Boxed Set About a Cursed Doll and True Love

Last week I introduced a boxed set of 5 short stories from The Tales of the Scrimshaw Doll series. This week, I am featuring Burdened, Volume 2. 

A while back, a group of Oklahoma authors came together to write a series of short stories with the recurring theme of a cursed Scrimshaw doll. The curse began in the late seventeenth century when a father feared his daughter’s betrothed would betray her. A gypsy attempted to hex the girl with this spell: All those who betray you will suffer. Only true love can break the curse. As luck (or bad luck) would have it, the girl was holding a Scrimshaw Doll her father had made for her, and the curse went into the doll instead, and therefore, it carried on for centuries. Our first installment picks up with the young woman’s daughter, who has inherited the doll.  

These stories, in various genres, all stand alones, were published with The Wild Rose Press as individual releases, but have now been released in two boxed sets, each containing five stories.

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 *** ON SALE for a limited time for only 2.99. Click here to purchase… 

From Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Burdened-Tales-Scrimshaw-Digital-Boxed-ebook/dp/B00MNTXSF0/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1407933813&sr=8-9&keywords=alicia+dean

From The Wild Rose Press:

http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=195&products_id=5785

(Cursed, Volume 1, can be found here – and still on sale for $2.99)

From Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Cursed-Tales-Scrimshaw-Digital-Boxed-ebook/dp/B00MG8B940/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1407415923&sr=1-1&keywords=Cursed+tales+of+the+scrimshaw+doll

From The Wild Rose Press:

http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=234&products_id=5783

Take a look at the fun and exciting stories in Volume 2: 

 

Kathy L Wheeler with The Color of Betrayal, Contemporary Novella

He’d risk a broken nose for love

Factoid:

When I found myself stuck trying to determine artist Malia Kane’s sidekick, one of my very good friends began to speak—so what if he’d already passed from this world into the next—It worked. Charlie’s advice was perfect! And I was happy to bring him back to life as Malia’s agent. It was a fitting tribute for one of my best friends ever.

A favorite line:

“You went out with Hercules?”

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Find Kathy here:

http://www.kathylwheeler.com

facebook.com/kathylwheeler

twitter: @kathylwheeler

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Callie Hutton with Tessa’s Treasures, Contemporary Romance Novella

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Alicia Dean with Thicker than Water, Romantic Suspense Novella 

Some secrets refuse to stay buried

Factoid:

I almost always use celebrities as inspiration for my main characters in order to have a set image in my mind and to make them feel more real. In this story, it seemed to work especially well for me. I used Timothy Olyphant as Raylan Givens in Justified for my hero, Sheriff Jake Devlin, and the character really seemed to come alive for me. Another little tidbit; I almost always use fictitious towns in my books. In this story, I used Covington, Oklahoma, as a nod to Covington, Georgia, the real town behind fictitious Mystic Falls and where Vampire Diaries is filmed. I decided to use the same town in my upcoming Halloween short story, Caster’s Unfriendly Ghost.

A favorite line(s):

Julia stared at her incredulously. “You can’t possibly think that we deserve to be punished?”

Pam met her gaze. “I don’t think you do, but maybe the doll does.”

 

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Contact me…here! You’re on my website. 🙂

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Anna Kittrell with Skinbound, Romantic Suspense Novella

When Darcy falls for the town doctor, she finds herself at her wicked twin sister’s mercy, with nothing but the yellowed bones of an ancient doll to protect her.

Factoid:

Truth makes great fiction, and I infiltrate my stories with plenty of it. Take the following excerpt from Skinbound, for example: 

Once, as a young girl, Scarlett whispered Darcy’s name through the keyhole of her bedroom door. Darcy knocked, then twisted the knob. Finding it locked, she’d dropped to her knees, peering through the keyhole into the shadowy room. Puzzled, she’d raised her head—just as a straightened coat hanger plunged through the opening, nicking her cheek. 

The truth is, yes, I almost lost an eyeball. As a child, my sister plunged a straightened coat hanger through the keyhole, barely missing my eye. I moved just in time. Oh—I should mention one little discrepancy—she hadn’t called my name through the opening. I was just spying. Guess I deserved it.

A favorite line(s):

She dove for the cardboard box as if it were home plate. Blood oozed from her skinned elbows as she thrust her hands into her great-grandmother’s belongings, rescuing her scrimshaw doll.
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Find Anna here:

Website: http://annakittrell.com/

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/AKittrell

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KittrellAnna

Email: kittrellbooks@gmail.com

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Tamrie Foxtail with The Bone Bride, Romantic Suspense Novella 

Daira’s first love has returned to their home town. Is he the next victim of the scrimshaw doll?

Factoid:

I live in a small Oklahoma town. Our old home was a short walk from a haunted bridge, one that actually appears on a list of Oklahoma’s most haunted sights. I’ve always wanted to use the bridge in a story, and it seemed a perfect fit with a cursed doll.

A Favorite Line(s):

She turned to look at him. His nose was an inch from hers. She struggled to keep her eyes from crossing. “You think I don’t want you to kiss me because you dumped me twenty years ago?”

“You mean there’s another reason?”

“Yes! You’re little more than a stranger, now. I don’t go around kissing strange men.”

His smile deepened. He leaned closer, the tip of his tongue tracing the shell of her ear. She shivered.

“I’m not a stranger, sweetheart.” His hands slid down her arms and moved to her waist. “I’m the man who took your virginity in the backseat of my car.”

 

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