Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Masked Hearts by Sarah Cass


Minnie Woodward lives a lie. After barely surviving the Bear River Massacre she’s lived in the white world of her guardian Mister Rawlins, her life debt keeping her tied there. The last thing she needs is Roy’s attempts to gain her favor. Her fate’s sealed. She’s never believed in hope, and not even Roy can make her start.

Roy Ornum saves Minnie every night in the traveling Wild West show. The job he took to break his gambling habit brought him a new addiction – her. He knows she doesn’t want to be rescued, but maybe he does. She’s the key to a past he lost, one he wants to find again.

As the two grow closer old wounds are reopened and their burgeoning trust is shattered. When lives hang in the balance of their choices they’ll need to work together. Otherwise everything will be lost before hope can be found.

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Minnie couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see anything but their linked fingers. A simple gesture, but one that could get them in so much trouble if seen not only by the crowd, but by Mister as well. Still, she couldn’t manage to pull away. All she wanted to do was stay right there. Or maybe even take it further.
She let her fingers move toward his and he did the same until their fingers laced together. Slowly she turned her head.
His light amber eyes twinkled, a smile lifting his cheeks until the corners of his eyes crinkled. “I thought so.”
The crushing pressure on her chest released, and the unfamiliar tension of a real smile pinched her cheeks. The rest of the world no longer mattered now that she could stare into the eyes of one of her own people. A giddy skip to her heart and she dared to lean closer to him, dared to let the smile remain when she should have tried to erase it. “I don’t know how it could be true. But yes, that’s what I called the boy. Called you. You’re him, you are White Tail.”
“And now my dearest charge, the young woman that’s like a daughter to me, will display her trust in my skills.” The unfamiliar words of Mister ripped at the fleeting sense of relief. His face held no hint of its usual patronizing smile when he approached. “Won’t you, Minnie?”
Minnie couldn’t manage to shove away the shock, she couldn’t even blink. Never had Mister used his sharpshooter skills with her as a target. That action was reserved for people he didn’t trust. She yanked her hand from Roy’s grasp, but she knew it was already too late. A fleeting, desperate idea to plead her innocence emerged, but she ignored it and pushed forward a smile as bright as she ever used for her white woman act. She gave the Mister a nod, even as John pulled her toward the post.
Carl came up moments later with an apple. “Foolish child,” he whispered. “Just close your eyes so you don’t see it, and don’t move. He’s using his long shot and one little move could get you hit instead of the apple.”
She refused to show him the fear threatening to rip her stomach right out of her body. Instead she grabbed the apple with a small nod. “I understand.”
John moved behind her and set his hands on her waist. He kicked at her ankles before pushing them apart. “Wider stance helps you stay more still. Head straight. This is his warning, he won’t hurt you yet. Trust that.”
The advice wasn’t necessary, but she appreciated the gesture. After a moment she managed to swallow down the thick lump in her throat. It would do no good to show them her fear. “I’m not an idiot. Go before they think I’m scared.”
Despite her harsh words, John squeezed her shoulder in reassurance. Then he and Carl were gone.
Mister stood far down the street, the farthest distance he could shoot straight from what she could tell.
Though she’d seen him take this shot many times, she’d never been on the receiving end.
Back straight, she lifted the apple to her head. In her mind she imagined the fantastical yelling of the Mister as he did before every shot. In reality she heard nothing but her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Slowly she dropped her hands to her sides, curling her skirt under her fingers. Despite her own internal promise she wouldn’t close her eyes, she did just that.

Through the rush of her heartbeat came the crack of the gun. Cool drops of apple and apple juices ran down her nose.

Sarah Cass’s world is regularly turned upside down by her three special-needs kids and loving mate, so she breaks genre barriers, dabbling in horror, straight fiction, and urban fantasy. An ADD tendency leaves her with a variety of interests that include singing, dancing, crafting, cooking, and being a photographer. She fights through the struggles of the day, knowing the battles are her crucible and though she may emerge scarred, she’s also stronger. Now officially multi-published, she’s still working on bringing new stories to fill out her year and your reading lists. While busy creating worlds and characters as real to her as her own family, she leads an active online life with her blog, Redefining Perfect, which gives a real and sometimes raw glimpses into her life and art.


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Monday, June 24, 2013

Tag Team Parenting

Taking care of an infant can be very demanding.

It takes a great deal of time. Even if you are not holding down a full time job, the challenge of trying to care for a baby and do all the other things you normally do can be a challenge.

This is why I feel tag team parenting is so important.

- it give each of you a break. She's fixing dinner, he's feeding the baby.

- he loads the laundry while she's washing the baby's bottles.

Sharing the chores help each of the baby's parents to not only spend time with him/her but also allows the other one a chance to achieve another task.

You also need a chance to rest.

Luckily, my husband got up early and took the early morning feeding so I could sleep in a few more hours. If he hadn't I don't know how I could have functioned.

A point I try to stress in my new book "CFO's Affair" coming out July 1.

Sylvia hasn't spend her days with a baby in years. Now, she is the sole provider for a ten month only. She is struggling and not sure what she wants to do about the future.

Find out what she does on July 1...




Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Writing Tip - Wordy Phrases

It is so easy to ramble on and on about things. Here's a few tips to cut your word count.

A large number of - Try many or the exact number

Here's some other examples.

on the order of magnitude of---about
in the nature of---like
in view of the fact that---since
give encouragement to---encourage
make an adjustment in---adjust
is equipped with---has
avail yourself---use
a majority of---most
take into consideration---consider

Found this list at

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Monday, June 17, 2013

Gearing Up

For the  release of the 3rd book in the Executive Wives' Club series. CFO's Affair due out July 1, I'm offering the first two book for $1.49 each.

Blurb -
Sylvia Sullivan is emotionally wounded from the unexpected death of her husband and still haunted by their last conversation: his request for a divorce and his confession of love for another woman.  Her husband gone, her only daughter off to college, Sylvia faces the challenges of learning to live alone and move on with her life.

Vince Wilshire, enchanted with Sylvia, is more than willing to do what it takes to capture the heart of the hurting and untrusting Sylvia.

Can he help her forget the past and make her believe in love again?
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Blurb -
Needing to revive her life and jump start her heart, Jennifer Larson is facing the biggest challenge of her life, moving into an unplanned future. While the rest of the Executives Wives' Club continue to mourn their husbands, Jen is tempted into the future by a sexy chiropractor, Hagan Chaney. 

But does he love her or her money?    

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 Blurb - Brie Sullivan has a new baby girl and there are a million things to do, but Brie doesn’t have the energy to keep up. Why? She’s still grieving for her husband and suffering from baby blues, but she won’t let that stop her. She’s come up with the answer--find a new husband to be the father of her kids.

Jason Clark has been doing everything he can to help Brie. He loves her but can he accept her proposal of marriage knowing she’s not thinking clearly about the future?  

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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Getting Married

But how do you do that on a budget?

Many moons ago, I had a very simple wedding.

We held the wedding in my aunt's backyard and bought the wedding cake at corner grocery store.

Now days, I'm not sure as many people would op for this option.

But there are still ways to cut cost.

First - decide how many people, you really need to invite.
This can make a big different on what you can afford to do -- just cake or a formal dinner.

Second - decide how much money you want to spend and keep to the budget.

Third - decide how much you want to do to make your wedding the day you wanted it to be.
Example - can you do the flower arranges, create party favors and print out the invitations on your computer.

Four - where are you willing to cut back on cost and where you won't. Example - the wedding dress-- Are you will to borrow one?  Or does it have to come from your favorite designer?

Five - What type of reception do you want?
Cake and punch or a five course meal.

There are a number of things to think about. Plan it out and you can have the wedding you always wanted. Even if you decide to elope to Vegas.


Monday, June 10, 2013

Daddy's Girl by @AuthorJMKelley

A daughter’s relationship with her father is a complicated mess. She spends most of her existence convinced he is out to get her, to ruin her life, to make her miserable for all eternity.

In my case, it started out well enough, so I am told. I don’t remember the early years, of course, but I’ve been told tales of my father wrapping rolled up towels around my middle so he could bounce me around rooms. Or, he would grab some rope, loop it through the mesh of a laundry basket and pull me down the hall at what I must have thought was breakneck speed. There were playhouses constructed from giant cardboard boxes. Magic tricks. Goofy jokes that made me laugh until my sides ached.

The earliest memory I have of my father is him tucking me into bed by pretending I was a leaf drifting down from a tree. I took great joy in being a leaf, and when he gave up after I begged him four or five times to do it again, I was sure he was the meanest father ever.

That’s the problem with daughters. We’re too busy focusing on what he doesn’t do to realize how much he does.

Granted, I had plenty of reason to take offense to my father’s actions. I mean, he expected me to clean my room. He would get angry if he discovered I’d taken every single possession and packed the underside of my bed, rather than put it all in its proper place. He would scold me for not doing homework, for getting a failing grade, for not listening to him or my mother. Honestly, the nerve of that guy.

The teenage years were especially angst-ridden. If ever that man didn’t understand me that was the time. He refused to bend to my will. He cruelly insisted I continue to obey him. He wouldn’t even buy me a car, insisting that if I wanted one, I’d better work for it. I knew, just knew, that if I could get away from him, my life would be so much easier.

I’d be able to drink, to party, to drop out of school and live a life of leisure. I’d travel the world and do what I wanted when I wanted. Problem is, I couldn’t get away from him. Now, if he’d given me some money, and that car, I could have, but he didn’t. So I was stuck with him.

As I aged, I realized later on, the contempt waned, though I can’t say I understood him. He did the weirdest things. This man—someone who was practically a pioneer of the computer age, considering his work experience—could barely handle the PC of the nineties. A man who once was able to work wonders with computers the size of your average living room was defeated by the buttons on a mouse. And when he did get on the computer, do you know what he did? He used a scanner to send an image of an unsatisfactory doughnut to Dunkin Donuts, and get a stack of coupons for free DD products. He was fascinated by this Hamster Dance site that featured….dancing animated hamsters. He’d scan and print photos of my nephews just so he could doodle cartoon bodies to attach to their photographed heads.

When he died in 2007, I found out he was still paying for an AOL account. Come on, Dad, really?

At any rate, I grew up, sort of, and we began to see eye to eye on more things. Not the computer. Not ever. But we bonded over oddball things like Jeopardy! and Everybody Loves Raymond. I wasn’t a tremendous fan, but you couldn’t help liking any show that cracked an old man up like that one did. He was responsible for the birth of my Gilmore Girls obsession. My dad. He was a Gilmore Girls fan. Go figure. His random musical tastes suited me. I gave him a Johnny Cash collection for Christmas. He was floored that I knew he loved Johnny Cash. I didn’t. I took a wild stab at it and lucked out. I didn’t admit that to him, though.

He liked to read the local newspaper just to pick out typographical errors. I found that hilarious.

He had the world’s largest and most un-valuable coin collection I’ve ever seen. I truly believe every coin he owned was only worth, at most and if he were very, very lucky, about a dollar more than face value. I went to Montana with an old boyfriend, and when I came back, the only thing he cared about was that I didn’t think to bring back any commemorative 50 state quarters stamped with the mark of the Denver mint—at least until I presented him with a sand art picture I bought from a Native American crafts shop in Wyoming. Then he was my best friend.

I guess I never noticed we were becoming friends, my dad and I. Not until he was so sick and fading away. The first time he forgot who I was, it broke my heart. I wasn’t prepared for it, even though I knew it was coming. The medication, the progressing illness, it was slowly chipping away at his cunning brain, and the day he didn’t know I was his daughter was the hardest day of my life.

Suddenly, I understood what it was to be cast adrift into a dark sea. No landmarks on the horizon, no hope of rescue. Suddenly, my daddy didn’t know me and I don’t think I’ll ever feel lonelier than I did that day.

Your father is your anchor. Through thick and thin, good times and bad, teenage hormones and early adulthood confusion, he is there. He guides you even when you refuse to listen. He teaches you even when you do everything in your power to tune out his lessons. He is there. Always. Until he isn’t.

And then you finally realize everything you ever had in the man. And how much you’ll miss it from that moment forward.

I miss my dad. I miss my friend. And most of all, I miss all the missed opportunities I had to truly see what he did for me.

Three years ago, native Pennsylvanian J.M. Kelley packed her bags and moved south. Now, the wannabe Carolina Girl can’t speak a single sentence without adding the word y’all at the end of it, and regards a blast of snow flurries as a doomsday-level event.  When the day job allows, and when she can pull herself away from George Takei’s Facebook fanpage, she likes to go on writing jaunts to her favorite lake, or a local coffee shop with delicious shakes and questionable Wi-Fi connections.

J.M. Kelley is a proud recipient of a Carrie McCray Memorial Literary award, and is a member of The South Carolina Writers Workshop and Romance Writers of America (PAN). Readers interested in more information may visit her website at







J.M. Kelley



Sometimes, returning home isn’t about confronting your past; it’s about discovering your future.

Janie McGee, the black sheep of her family, is free-spirited, uninhibited, and never one to stay in the same place for too long. When Janie learns her father, Joe, is gravely ill, she reluctantly returns home to rural Pennsylvania to care for him. Joe’s neighbor, David Harris, sports a pocket protector, collects coins, and is addicted to Antiques Roadshow. Everything about him rubs Janie the wrong way, from his nerdy wardrobe to his enviable friendship with Joe. And to make matters worse, her father thinks they’re perfect for each other, proof positive of how little Joe knows his own daughter…or so Janie thinks.  

A shared devotion to the elder McGee begins to close the gulf between Janie and David, but a burgeoning romance opens the door to new problems and unexpected consequences neither could foresee. Joe, however, remains steadfast in his resolve to show Janie that Daddy knows what’s best for his little girl. Can Janie finally open her heart to David while watching the first man she ever truly loved fade away?

Before he even opened the door, David knew something was off. Late night visitors, in his experience, rarely brought good news. When the visitor turned out to be Janie, his heart leapt into his throat. “Janie,” he said when he threw open the door. “What’s wrong? Is Joe okay?”

“Yeah. He’s fine.” Relief hit him so hard he took a step back and leaned against the doorjamb.
“You scared me.” 
“I didn’t mean to.” Janie rubbed her hands up and down her arms and looked over her shoulder. “It’s cold out here. Mind if I come in?” 
“Oh. Right.” David gestured for Janie to enter. “Come inside.” He followed when she slid past him and walked into the living room. 
“It’s late.” As if she needed to tell him. The atomic clock on the wall, a Christmas gift from his mother, showed the time at almost two in the morning. Janie stood in the middle of the room and focused her gaze on the bookcase in the corner. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” 
“I was reading. A little too wired to sleep, I guess.” David moved up behind her and raised a tentative hand to her shoulder. “Are you sure everything’s okay?” 
The sound of his voice jolted her out of her thoughts and she jerked her head toward him. Her movements were stunted. Wooden. “Ever have one of those moments when you’re convinced you may float away, and no matter what you do, you can’t keep yourself grounded? And you need to hang on tight to something until the sensation passes?”
Whatever was going on, he thought, she was not in a good place. David gently spun Janie toward him and gazed at her. “Tell me what you need from me.”

Janie closed her eyes and lowered her forehead to David’s shoulder. “Ground me, David,” she whispered and laid her hand on his chest.


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Friday, June 7, 2013

Master - @RavenMcAllan

Master Blurb


Caden McCourt did not expect to find his estranged wife Diana at a BDSM club. When he does, the renowned Master is determined to claim back his errant wife.
 When Diana left him fifteen years prior, she lost a part of herself. Seeing Cade again throws her into a tail spin.
She cannot be the sub he needs, but she can't walk away either. When she's challenged by Cade to face her demons, her old nightmares resurface. Can they overcome the chasm between them, or are the nightmares simply too strong?
She stopped speaking again. Bloody hell, we'll be here for a week come Tuesday if she doesn't get a move on. Cade held his tongue. He'd wait for a while.
"Um, okay, I've done a lot of thinking. And I know now, that it wasn't everything we did that I hated. In fact, quite a lot made me more than hot and bothered." She giggled, and Cade saw the younger woman she'd been, before she sobered suddenly. "And a lot made me feel sick. It's sorting out which is which that's difficult. Will you help me?"
She stared at him, and his body tensed as if he was waiting for a blow. That was stupid. It was Di … no, Anna, for goodness sake.
"Anna, love, I'd be proud to. Tell me what you need, what you want, and how I can serve."
His choice of words made her giggle—or something did. Yeah, that'll be the day. "Okay, I need to try to see what I can do. No worse than that. Oh hell, Cade, I need to see what would satisfy you. Therefore." She took a deep breath, and Cade watched as perspiration dotted her brow. "Um, I want … will you do things?"
How the hell could he answer that? "What sort of things, love?"
 Anna nibbled her nail. Cade forced himself not to grab her hands and demand she stop. This had to be her show.
"Well." She tucked her head to one side, something he remembered her doing when she was deep in thought. "Will you handcuff me and make me come?" she asked in a hurry, her words tumbling over each other. "I bloody loved that."
He waited to see if she would say anything else. She didn't, so it was all up to him.
"If I do that for you, what else?"
She stared at him like a rabbit caught in a trap. "How do you mean?"
"If I handcuff you, how do you want me to make you come?"
It was obvious she hadn’t thought that far. Anna stared at him and licked her lips. "I don't understand. I mean you'll make me come."
Cade closed his eyes so she wouldn't see his frustration. "Oh I understand that. But in what way? Tied?  Over a bench, blindfolded? Making you fuck yourself? You need to be more explicit, Anna. I don't know at which point the 'I loved it' became the 'I hated it'. If I'm to help you here, I need a little bit of direction."
Anna looked startled. "But you're the Dom. Don't you tell me?"
Oh shit.
"If I do, love, we might not get any further. What I want could perhaps be three steps too far. So you tell me. Do I shackle your handcuffs? What do you want?" He paused took out a bottle of water from his desk drawer and had a swig of water.  "This time, let's assume there's no Dom and no sub and only a beautiful lady asking her man to play." Would she go for that?
Anna wandered around the room, not really looking at anything, but he could sense her mind whirling. Then she stopped dead, swiveled, and walked to stand in front of him.
"If I cry ‘red’?" she demanded. "What then?"
"Then we stop. I'm past trying to persuade you. What I want here is secondary, I reckon. You know what I want. We need to work out what I need." Who the hell knew if that chasm could be breached? It seemed as unlikely as snow in the Sahara. Cade stopped talking. "It's up to you, love. We need to see what you want to give as well. I'm happy to follow your lead for now. But we both know, for me to meekly sit back and watch as you destroy anything we might have is so not going to happen. I want to fill you, bind you to me with more than physical ties, and hear you cry out for me. Can you cope with that?"
He watched her go through the colors of the rainbow on her skin, and swallowed. Hell’s bells, she does that a lot, and it sends my body to high alert. Promises, promises.
"Can you, love?" He pressed her for an answer, because he had to know. His skin was so tight that he thought if she touched it she'd bounce.
God almighty, even the air held its breath. It was getting to be a habit.
Slowly, Anna nodded. "I need to try. Hell, Cade, I love you, and I want you. Whether that's enough, who knows? But really, honestly, I want to try. So can we?"
His heart swelled, and he wanted to punch the air. Yes!
"I reckon so, love. I reckon so. Now, if I say assume the position, just for me, can you? Will you?"
 Ana smiled, the enticing smile of a siren home from the sea. With a graceful movement, she knelt in front of him, put her hands behind her back and dipped her head.
"Oh, I reckon…" The muscles in her neck moved convulsively. "Well, I reckon. Yes, Sir."
Cade thought all his birthdays had come at once. Surely, surely this was a good start. He hardly dared look at Anna in case he saw desperation or negativity on her face.
Come on, act the part. Look and help her, that's your remit. You're a bloody Master, for goodness’ sake, so be one. Cade gave himself a minute to collect his thoughts before he turned to the woman who kneeled in front of him. As he watched, a faint tremor shuddered through her. So she wasn't really comfortable. That little movement made him stiffen his resolve. He would push and prod, and see if they could come up with a compromise.

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Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.

Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

You can find out more about Raven here…        (my page)            (author page)

Thanks Raven for stopping by best of luck with your book,


Thursday, June 6, 2013

Summon Toren - @kenra_daniels

Archangels Creed #3

Summon Toren

The Mercury Warrior


By Kenra Daniels and Azure Boone


Coming June 6, 2013!


Toren, the Mercury Archangel, has been SUMMONED!


On June 6, 2013, he will arrive to complete his part of the ARCHANGELS CREED Mission!


Please join us in welcoming him at the SUMMON TOREN Release Party!


Beginning 8pm EST Jun 7 at the Archangels Creed Facebook Page.


The celebration will continue through 11pm EST Jun 8, with plenty of time to win the contests, eat the virtual goodies, have virtual drinks, ogle the chocolate covered dancers, pass out, sleep it off and do it all over again!


We’ll share excerpts, talk about what the Archangels will face next and answer readers’ questions. The next Archangel will also be summoned!

Prizes for the contests will include copies of all three Archangels Creed books, copies of both authors’ other books, book thongs and more.

We hope to see you there!

Kenra & Azure

Remember the Archangels' mission? Satan has found a loophole in the rules that govern his battle against Good. The Archangel Uriel sends twelve Warrior Archangels to Earth on a mission to even the odds.

Each Archangel has one month to find a couple, unite them, and use their union's power to create the Holy Warriors needed to defend the world against Satan's unholy creations.

But the mission isn't so simple when inheriting Humanity comes with challenges beyond the Angel's training, and every milestone in the couple's relationship effects the triumvirate's strength.

Kassern and Dorn have finished forming their triumvirates—oh wait, back up a minute—make that quadumvirates. Kassern had some difficulty dealing with his new human appetites and ended up taking a wife. Commander Uriel has decided Kassern's indiscretion upset the entire power balance. The only solution is for all the archangels to find wives.

And now it's Toren's turn, but the enemy is farther ahead than the archangels anticipated, so the archangels must accomplish the unthinkable in half the time.

True to his mercurial nature, Toren does things his own way and refuses to follow the formula. With his sights set on a lady rancher, he has his hands full studying to be a cowboy, wrangling his humans into the quadumvirate and hog-tying demons. He finds time to keep the arrogant foreign soldier in line and set a Rodeo Queen straight. All that’s left is to get them to fall in love in thirty minutes or less as all hell breaks loose. 

Here's a tiny little taste of Toren, just to whet your appetite:


Toren has just shaved his head because he had to shave part of Sam's hair away to treat a burn she received saving a newborn calf in a burning barn. Sam pretended cutting all her hair short meant nothing, but he knows it did. So he shows his understanding.

Sam was suddenly at a weird loss for words while standing there in the hallway feeling like she owed the man something more than her damn sarcasm. “Come here.”  

She walked ahead to the bathroom and looked back to ensure he followed, bristling at herself for the crass command like he was some subservient dog. Hell she didn’t talk to animals in the tone she used with him. 

He followed with a slight smile and she wondered what was going through that beautiful hairless head of his. She opened the bathroom door and turned on the light, then got the stool from next to the tub and set it in front of the mirror. “You missed a few spots.” She cleared her throat a little trying to soften her voice. “If you don’t mind…I’d like to get them for you.”
She fought to hold his gaze and not get all dizzy. Such beautiful eyes. Eyes that bore into hers without hesitation or inhibition. Bold and demanding. Devouring even. She released a breath when he broke eye contact but then he removed his shirt in one move. Lordy help her.  

Now she didn’t know where to look. Not meeting his gaze meant staring at his chest. Damn she’d never been so torn. His gaze, meet his gaze.  

When she did, she forgot what the hell she was supposed to be doing. She closed her eyes, focusing. 

“You okay?” Deep voice. Small space. Intimate as hell. 

“I’m fine.” Still not looking. “Just um. Thinking. Sit. Please.” 

“Yes ma'am.” 

Sam stared at the back of his perfect head and had the sense to get the razor. “Can’t have you halfass shaving your head now can I?” 

“No ma'am.” His tone vibrated through her womanly parts. 

“Whooowee, hot in this little box, told them they needed to put a damn window.” She stroked his scalp looking for those spots she’d seen. No sooner had her fingers touched his head than she got lost in the feel of him. So damn soft. Wow. She turned on the hot water and stood to his right and slowly ran the razor over his head. She methodically repeated the steps in a pattern to make sure she got every spot, pretending his head was just another animal she was shearing.
Finally done, she wet her hands and passed them over his head to make sure she got it all. He made a sound that resembled maybe a moan or a pained grunt and her fingers slowed. “Irritating?” 

“Hell no.” 

Her heart skipped several beats then raced to catch up. He turned his head and looked up at her. She removed her hands from his head, realizing she was done and had no legitimate reason to keep them there. He reached for one of her hands and before she realized what he was doing, he rubbed her palm across his chest. Drying it. She couldn’t take her eyes from his as he slid it slowly over his hard muscles. Warm muscles. She couldn’t keep from pressing her fingers either, to feel him. The man was damn immaculate. Very nice for touching. And hell, tasting. 

He stood up and she was suddenly swallowed by his towering frame. The man was…huge. Dangerous in so many ways. Especially those eyes right in that second. Hooded with…sex appeal.

 “Thank you.” 

She blinked several times at his strange words. “Thank you?” Whatever for? For touching him? For liking him? For wanting him? Wanting him to kiss her? In that very second? She wondered if he could read her mind with the way he suddenly stared at her mouth, contemplating. She licked her lips, oh my God, why? To entice? Yes, definitely. It worked.  

He slowly lowered his head, his brows drawn, his aim her mouth. She parted her lips, waiting for it. To be kissed. She closed her eyes and then opened them when his warm breath seemed to increase next to her lips. His brows were drawn hard, like something hurt.  

Worried he’d not do it, she reached up and stroked her fingers across his face. Then tip-toed and closed the distance, pressing her lips into his full soft ones.  

A guttural sound filled his throat and the next second he captured her face and neck in one large hand and plundered the hell out of her mouth with his skillful tongue. Sam inhaled as he boldly and hungrily invaded her, telling her just what he wanted from her. All and everything, right in that second.

His other hand was on the buttons of her shirt when Kassie’s scream pierced the air. “Shit!” Sam gasped and reluctantly pulled back with a moan that told of years of unmet need.
“Glory is delivering now!” Kassie screamed from the bottom of the stairs.
“Oh no!”
“What?” Toren demanded.
“My horse. She’s a rogue. She's genuinely tried to kill every human that gets within reach."
Toren flew down the stairs after her and they both ran to the barn. 


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Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Wanted: One Ghost - @LoniLynne1

Wanted: One Ghost
by Loni Lynne



Stuck in ghostly limbo for 238 years, James Addison can't move on to an afterlife. After being falsely accused of treason and executed, fate's cursed him to remain an earth-bound specter until he meets a historian sent to research his past.

Distrustful of fate, Dr. April Branford wants to be taken seriously, but her unique ability to divine history by touching objects seriously compromises her credibility. Her latest assignment? James Addison, a legendary colonial ladies' man with a shadowy past. Without much to go on, she doesn't hold out much hope to discover the man behind the legend until the day she accidentally touches him and brings him back to life.

With the help of family and ghosts from James’s past, they unravel the truth. But after falling in love and with time running out, it’s hard for April to believe in fate and a future where forever is now.


James Addison stopped in his tracks and turned around, sensing he wasn’t alone. A young woman dressed in leggings and woolens, her small, flat hat cocked jauntily over her eyes stood there, smiling at him.

Could she see him or was she looking at something behind him?

No. Impossible! No one could see him.

She examined the damn tree.

“Did you ever wonder what trees would tell us if they could talk?” She glanced towards him again. “Do you think James Addison hanged from these branches?”

James looked to the right of him, to the left. No one was there. Who was she talking to, the blasted tree?

“I wonder why he was never given a trial. Wasn’t the Treason Act of 1695 enacted at the time? James Addison should have been provided a counsel and jury for his crimes.” She turned towards him again. “Was he really executed for treason?”

“Was he really executed for treason?” James said, mimicking her feminine voice with his own British brogue. He walked toward the odd girl, wanting to shout in her face at the idiocy of her questioning the bloody tree. Didn’t she know how foolish she looked? “No, he wasn’t executed for treason. He was beaten to a bloody pulp and murdered!”

With eyes gone wide, the girl stared up at him.

“Murdered?” she asked back. “Are you sure?”

James stiffened. Dear God in heaven! Was she actually talking to him? He looked behind him to see if she might be addressing someone else. No one was there. Gathering his wits, he studied her closely. Could this girl actually hear him, see him?


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Loni Lynne is a stay at home mom, domestic goddess, U.S. Navy Veteran and lover of all things vintage/shabby-chic/Victorian and antique. From china cups and tea sets to lace doilies crocheted by hand (her grandmother made the best) she believes a touch of femininity never goes out of style.

Growing up all over the country she's been blessed with experiencing a good deal of culture and lifestyles. Much like her personality, she has eclectic tastes in what she likes to read and write. There is no 'one' genre in which she settles for.

God and fate have been big influences in her life. Both have taken her to places she never thought she'd be, both in the physical sense and in the spiritual. She wrote brief stories and snippets of life as it happened to her in her youth, and encouraged by her teachers, continued to write. Blessed with a loving supportive family growing up, she was able to explore her options which at times have been put into use in her stories. The Navy--and fate, afforded her the opportunity to meet her Army, "Annapolis-native" husband and team up with him to parent two beautiful daughters.

Years later, her husband gave her the best birthday present ever--a laptop, a membership to Romance Writers of America and a goal to complete a manuscript for submission by her next birthday. She did it. A few years later she was blessed with one of those novels, Wanted: One Ghost, as her debut novel.

Believe in Fate


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