Friday, December 26, 2014

#NewRelease Circles of Fate by Pamela S. Thibodeaux

Blurb: Set at the tail end of the Vietnam War era, Circles of Fate takes the reader from Fort Benning, Georgia to Thibodaux, Louisiana. A romantic saga, this gripping novel covers nearly twenty years in the lives of Shaunna Chatman and Todd Jameson. Constantly thrown together and torn apart by fate, the two are repeatedly forced to choose between love and duty, right and wrong, standing on faith or succumbing to the world’s viewpoint on life, love, marriage and fidelity. With intriguing twists and turns, fate brings together a cast of characters whose lives will forever be entwined. Through it all is the hand of God as He works all things together for the good of those who love Him and are
called according to His purpose.


“What?” Todd Jameson’s hand trembled so hard the phone he held
threatened to slip through his numb fingers. He wiped a sweaty palm down his
thigh and grabbed the receiver then switched ears. The anguish in Mike Ferel’s voice
made the pleasantries they shared the first few minutes of the call seem like a
distant conversation.

“I’m sorry, Todd, to be the
one to tell you this, especially after what you’ve been through this last

He’d spent nine months at
war, nine months facing and dealing with death, but not even those things
prepared him for the death of his hopes and dreams in nine short minutes.

A heavy exhale preceded
Mike’s answer. “Margaret died six months ago. Shaunna married three months

She said she loved me. He hadn’t meant to utter the thought aloud, but
somehow the words slipped past the knot in his throat.

“She cried a long time after
you left, didn’t understand why you never wrote or called.”

Though his voice held no
accusation, Todd heard the chastisement in Mike’s tone. “I...”

He blinked hard and cleared
his throat. “What was I supposed to do, blurt out my feelings over the phone or
in a letter and ask her to wait? I thought she was too young to go through
that, especially with the war and all. Not knowing if, when, I’d get sent over there was hard enough on me; she didn’t
need that on her heart. What if I didn’t come back? I couldn’t fathom putting
her through such an ordeal. Not with all the responsibilities she shouldered
from her mother’s illness.”

“I’m sorry.”

Todd raked a hand over his
face. “Is she happy? Is he a good man?”

“Seems to be.”

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Pamela S Thibodeaux"Inspirational with an Edge!"

Best of luck on your new release Pam,



Monday, December 22, 2014

#HolidayRecipe and #Excerpt for Pirates, Sex, and the Sea by Jillian Brooks

Today, I'm hosting Jillian Brooks.

She is sharing her favorite fudge recipe.

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Blurb: A beautiful young woman, left with the burden of running her father’s pub after his death in the rough and dangerous sailor town of Tortuga has grown both tired and cold to those around her.

But, when a mysterious and intoxicating man asks for a place to lay low, she finds herself immediately attacked to the danger and release he promises. Will one night be enough to satisfy their cravings before he is back on the run?

Excerpt: He was close to her as she pulled a pan from the brick oven. She set it down on the wooden table and stood, staring at the cake for a moment, a small grin forming on her lips.

 “Sara, it smells amazing.” She felt his fingertips pull back her hair from the side of her neck. His cheek brushed against the now bare skin.

 “It looks absolutely…irresistible.” He began giving her small kisses at the bottom of her cheek, kissing down the side and back of her neck. Each spot where his lips touched burst like thousands of small electrical sparks. Her pulse immediately picked up and she became very aware of the hard-as-steel phallus pressing against her skirts. She knew she should refuse him, but perhaps it was the rum, or the deep need for relief, or both that caused her to push back against him.

 “I told you…no one wants to be alone.” His voice was low, husky, practically a growl.

 Sara turned to face him and locked eyes. “You’re right. No one wants to be alone. But sometimes, to be safe, it’s better to keep locked away.” Her own voice was dripping with desire, folded with intensity. “You can trust me. I always keep treasures safe.”

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Author Short Bio: T.J. Smith, writing as Jillian Brooks, is an accomplished writer and writing instructor. She holds an M.A. in English and is a current doctoral candidate. She is also a member and volunteer of the RWA and NCTE. In addition to short stories, she has written and published several articles and is currently working on paranormal romance/erotica novels.

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Thanks for sharing Jillian,


Friday, December 19, 2014

Chicken and Broccoli Braid #HolidayRecipe and #Excerpt from "Son of Dragons"

Hi everyone, To day I have Andrea R. Cooper sharing her favorite recipe with us.

This recipe is really versatile – don’t like almonds? Leave them off and it tastes fine. Don’t have any red bell pepper? Leave it out. Want to save time? Use precooked diced chicken and frozen broccoli


Chicken & Broccoli Braid

Curtesy of Pampered Chef – notes/changes are my own


Chicken & Broccoli Braid

1 cup (250 mL) chopped broccoli florets

2 cups (500 mL) chopped cooked chicken breasts (see Cook's Tip)

1/2 cup (125 mL) diced red bell pepper

1 cup (250 mL) shredded sharp cheddar cheese

1/2 cup (125 mL) mayonnaise

2 tsp (10 mL) Dill Weed

1   garlic clove, pressed

1/4 tsp (1 mL) salt

2 pkg (8 oz or 235 g each) refrigerated crescent dough (or just 1 if you want less breading)

1   egg white, lightly beaten

2 tbsp (30 mL) slivered almonds



Preheat oven to 375°F. Chop chicken and broccoli; place in  Bowl. Chop bell pepper; add to Bowl. Press garlic over vegetable mixture


Shred cheese and add to vegetable mixture; mix gently. Add mayonnaise, Dill Mix and salt; mix well.


Unroll 1 package of crescent dough; do not separate. If you only want a bottom/pizza type crust, go on to the next step below. If you want the braid effect – open 2nd can of crescent rolls. Peel off triangle and arrange larger portion to the bottom of the first flat square at the bottom of the pan, repeat. You should have a base, and triangle top ‘ends’ hanging over the back of the pan.


Spread filling evenly over middle of dough. To braid, lift two opposite strips of dough up, twist once, then lay over filling so that ends meet at the center. Lightly pinch ends together. Continue alternating strips to form a braid. Tuck ends up to seal at end of braid.


Brush egg white over dough. Sprinkle with almonds. Bake 25-28 minutes or until deep golden brown.

Cook and chop 3 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves to get 2 cups of chopped cooked chicken.

It's best to keep crescent roll dough refrigerated until ready to use. Once the dough is warm, it becomes soft and sometimes sticky, making it difficult to work with.


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Son of Dragons Book 2 Legends of Oblivion series
Blurb: In a time of false peace, the dead rise as soldiers for the Warloc’s scheme. For thousands of years he has stood ready for the final battle. Though the witch and her cursed Elvin have destroyed his physical body, now with his protégé, he has honed a new way to wage war.

Shunned by her own people and weary-hearted from centuries of lost loves, Elvin warrior Mirhana scours the land to silence the undead. Her heart has turned as cold as the sword she wields, until a prince seeks her aid.

Never has Prince Landon met a woman like Mirhana. Both beautiful and deadly, she haunts his dreams. The battle at hand becomes more enchanting than fighting to remain true to his unseen betrothed.

When a traitor emerges, new alliances are tested and the only remaining hope is to follow the prophecy and find the ... Son of Dragons.

Clean from the bath, Landon let the air from the open window dry his hair. Dressed only in trousers, he leaned against the windowsill.
He thought he smelled the hint of roses and heat on the breeze. Movement from the street below caught his eye. He leaned out, squinting into the night.
Torches lined the cobbled street corners. A cloaked figure waited. Then the innkeeper rushed outside. His hands flew in gestures as the figure nodded.
Then he pointed to the window where Landon watched. At the same instant, the cloaked figure followed his finger’s path to Landon. Green eyes that seemed to glow met his.
Landon jumped up and cursed when his head hit the bottom of the window. When he looked back, both figures were gone.
Thinking the innkeeper would send guards, he waited with his sword in hand and his stare riveted on the door. No one came. He must be getting paranoid, thinking there was a ghost or enemy around every corner. His eyelids grew heavy as he waited for a fight that failed to materialize. Finally, he rolled his shoulders back to ease out the tension.
Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about those piercing emerald eyes. They’d belonged to a woman; he could tell. There was intelligence and cunning in them. Her stare felt as though she saw through the façade he often wore as prince and to please others, and into his kajh.
A woman who was not afraid, but used to being feared. It unnerved him, yet excited him. His pulse quickened and his loins tightened at the thought of those eyes filled with passion for him.
Better get some sleep before the night was gone. Tomorrow, he’d tell Gillespie about what he saw. He doubted he could explain those captivating green eyes that continued to haunt him even now.

Legends of Oblivion series:
The Garnet Dagger – Book 1 in the Legends of Oblivion series
Cursed – Book 1.5 in the Legends of Oblivion series
Son of Dragons – Book 2 in the Legends of Oblivion series

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Andrea’s Bio:  Andrea has always created characters and stories. But it wasn't until she was in her late twenties that she wrote novels.
Divorced, and disillusioned by love songs and stories, until she met her husband and realized, yes love and romance are exactly like the songs and stories say. She is now a happy wife, and a mom to three kids (two boys and a girl).
She believes in the power of change and counting each moment as a blessing. But most importantly, she believes in love.


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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

#HolidayRecipe for Fastest Cake Ever and an #Excerpt from "To Save a Lady"

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3-Minute Cake in a Cup

You'll need one box of Angel Food Cake Mix and one box of regular cake mix, any flavor. (I have used chocolate as well as pineapple)
Mix entire contents of each box together and pour in a storage container. You will have plenty of mix to keep on hand for when you want to make a dessert.  You can also put some of the mix in a pretty jar for a quick Christmas gift. 

To make a serving of cake, use three tablespoons of the dry mix and 2 tablespoons of water. That is all. 
Using a large coffee mug, pour mix in it. DO NOT oil or spray the mug. Microwave for 1 minute. This is the fastest cake ever! 

Note: I poured chocolate syrup in the bottom of the cup before I added mix. So I had hot fudge cake! I've also put brown sugar and pineapple tidbits in bottom of cup for pineapple upside-down cake. Worked great!

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Now for "To Save a Lady"

A move from Paris to New Orleans brings disaster to Elise Plaisance’s predictable life as a lady’s maid. The son of her grief-stricken mistress disappears, and Elise becomes involved in a web of deceit when she turns to a cunning gentleman for help finding the missing boy.

Captain Jesse Cross has journeyed to New Orleans with General Jackson’s army, but his biggest battle is one of the heart when he falls for a French girl cloaked in mystery.
With the city on the brink of war, their romance is born in the darkness of a moonlit courtyard and never meant to last forever.


Deceived by an adversary and haunted by her tragic past, Elise must risk everything to rescue her mistress’s son before all is lost, and Jesse knows he has to stop her even if it means sacrificing his life to save a lady.


He tugged her onto the banquette where a street lamp hung from a rope suspended across the street. A haze of light shimmered through the fog. He stepped back to get a better look at his quarry.
A black hooded cloak, with beaded trim, shrouded her from head to toe. An excellent garment for pursuing a man in the dark. The deep hood obscured her face, except for the half mask she wore. The sparkling gemstones scattered across her silver mask winked at him.
He couldn’t believe a woman was out at this late hour following him.
You could expect anything to happen in this bizarre city.
He shoved his pistol in his waist belt. He figured he knew who was behind this caper. “Bonnard hatched this little plot, didn’t he?”
His cousin, Lieutenant Bonnard Reid, had been enthralled by the numerous whorehouses in the city. Bonnard acted like a kid running from one candy shop to another. He visited a different whorehouse every night and returned bragging about how the women were so adept in the art of pleasure.
Bonnard had begged Jesse to join him on his escapades, but Jesse had been too busy setting up the general’s headquarters. He figured his cousin had taken the matter into his own hands.
“Wait until I see him tomorrow. He won’t pull a stunt like this again.”
“I do not know the man you call Bonnard.” She repeated the name awkwardly.
He frowned. “But you are here intentionally?”
Oui.” She stepped forward, closer to him.
The seductive scent of flowers and musk intoxicated him. Like her face, her body was hidden. It was all shadows and secrets beneath the cloak except for the flirty mask with its twinkling gems, but his imagination pictured her as a beautiful woman. Nude, of course.
“I am your liaison.” Her sensual voice was a mere whisper carried in the wind.
“Liaison?” The implication was so intimate that it aroused him. He reminded himself she could look like a toad for all he knew. She could have a husband and ten kids waiting at home for her.

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Patricia Preston is a Southern author who writes historical and contemporary romance as well as humorous Southern fiction. Her publishers include New Love Stories, True Romance, Affaire de Coeur, Cloverdale Press, The Blue and Gray Magazine, Sea Oats Review, and Carina Press. She won William Faulkner Award for Short Fiction, the Lone Star Writing Competition for Historical Romance, and Harlequin’s World’s Best Romances Short Story Competition.

Her current titles include a historical romance, To Save a Lady, two humorous short stories, “The Yard Sale” and “Laid to Rest” available on Amazon, and a historical novella, Almost an Outlaw.

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Thanks Patricia for sharing, Wow my diet is so toast.


Monday, December 15, 2014

A #HolidayRecipe Ambrosia and an #Excerpt for Slivers of Glass


A very popular dessert in the 1950’s, served at the famous Coconut Grove in Los Angeles. The “Grove” was known for its great cuisine. The Coconut Grove is featured in one of the scenes in Slivers of Glass, a Noir murder mystery.


2 oranges or tangerines
2 bananas
shredded coconut, unsweetened


Peel the oranges or tangerines. Pull the pieces apart; cut the pieces across the middle. Peel the bananas and cut them into thin slices.
Cover the bottom of the bowl with orange pieces. Sprinkle 1-2 teaspoon sugar over oranges (depending on the sweetness of the oranges/tangerines). Put some banana slices on oranges, and then sprinkle a little coconut over bananas.

Do the same thing for the next layer, first the oranges, sugar, bananas and coconut. Make more layers, using all the fruit.

Sprinkle coconut on top. Cover with plastic wrap, refrigerator for 1 hour. Serves 3-4

Slivers of Glass
Janet Elizabeth Lynn
Will Zeilinger

Summer 1955: The body of a woman thought to be killed three years earlier is found behind a theater in Hollywood.  Movie stuntman Skylar Drake, a former LAPD detective, is dragged into the investigation. He can make no sense of the crime until he discovers a dirty underworld and unearths deep-seated… greed.  
The hunt takes Drake to places he’d never expect.  He’s anxious to close this case and get back to his business in L.A., but he’s constantly haunted by the memory of his wife and young daughter, killed in a mysterious house fire.
With more than enough dirty cops, politicians and crime bosses to go around, Drake can trust no one including Martin Card, the cop assigned to work with him. 
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There were a dozen other things I could’ve been doing besides standing in line at the drug store listening to Bill Haley’s “Rock Around the Clock” piped in overhead.  Though, it was a treat to watch the cashier move behind the counter in her form-fitting white smock. I shook my head and plopped a tube of Pepsodent and a couple of toothbrushes on the pharmacy counter.
She looked up and said, “That will be seventy-five cents, Mr. Drake.”
I dug in my pocket and dropped three quarters in her hand, “Thank you, Miss Abernathy.” She placed my items in a small white paper bag and folded over the top. “Here you are, and quit calling me that.  My name is Emily. Anyway, this should keep you smiling brightly. I only wish I could see yours sometime.”
In all the times I’ve walked to this drug store, I couldn’t remember a day she didn’t smile at me. Too bad there was a ‘y’ at the end of Emily’s name. Women with names like Sandy, Cathy or Abby were bad luck. Those ‘y’  women were always trouble and it would be dangerous to get mixed up with another one now.
“Thanks,” I tipped my hat, "When I have something to smile about, I might just show you.” I knew Emily pretty well since this place was only a couple of blocks from my apartment, an apartment I lived in because a fire took my home along with my beautiful wife Claire and Ellen my little girl.
As I turned to leave, I winked at the two little old ladies behind me.  They stepped back and stared as if I’d just sneezed in their faces. I turned and waved goodbye to Emily only to see her pointing behind me in horror. I followed her gaze and saw a dark green car hurtling toward us - right through the huge windows at the front of the store! The gigantic crash at my back sent shelves, boxes and cans hurtling in our direction. I turned around as glass, smoke and debris seemed to explode in a cloud around us. At that moment my training from the Marine Corps took over. I instinctively swept up the two ladies and Emily and pushed them to the back of the store. The other customers ran screaming out the huge opening where the storefront windows used to be. I shielded the women against the back wall with my body all the while knowing that my weight could suffocate them, but what else could I do? The ceiling could come down on us at any moment. I held them against the wall while listening to my heart pound.  Slowly the tinkle of glass subsided and I released them. Tiny slivers of glass and wood had embedded themselves in my sweater and trousers. “You’d better be careful,” One of the little old women chirped, “Your backside looks like a pin cushion.  Best not to sit down for a while.”

JANET ELIZABETH LYNN was born in Queens, New York and raised in Long Island, until she was 12 years old. Her family escaped the freezing winters and hurricanes for the warmth and casual lifestyle of Southern California.
Janet has always wanted to write and made it a quest to write a novel. Ten years later, with much blood and sweat, her first murder mystery novel, South of the Pier, was published in 2011. She has since written seven more mysteries. Miss Lynn has traveled to the far reaches of the planet for work and for pleasure, collecting wonderful memories, new found friends and a large basket of shampoo and conditioner samples from hotels.
At one time Janet was an Entertainment Editor for a newspaper in Southern California.
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WILL ZEILINGER  has been writing for over twelve years. During that time, he took novel writing classes and joined writer’s groups, but what has helped the most are published authors who mentor, encourage, critique  and listen to him while he continued to learn the craft.  At the time of this writing, Will has published three novels (Ebooks.) The Naked Groom,  Something’s Cooking at Dove Acres, and The Final Checkpoint (also in print). 
As a youth he lived overseas with his family. As an adult he traveled the world. Will lives in Southern California with his wife Janet Elizabeth Lynn, who is also an author. Will says that finding time to write while life happens is a challenge.

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Friday, December 12, 2014

Christmas Salad #HolidayRecipe by Jana Richards and #Excerpt from First and Again

#HolidayRecipe Christmas Salad

1pkg. raspberry Jell-O dissolved in
1 c. hot water (I use the bowl that I intend to serve the salad in)
Add: ½ cup cold water.
Refrigerate and allow to thicken a bit, just enough so all the fruit doesn’t settle to the bottom of the bowl.

Fold in:
-          One orange cut in pieces (I usually use a Mandarin orange)
-          ½ cup pineapple tidbits
-          2 cups cranberry sauce (I prefer canned whole berry sauce)
-          ½ cup chopped walnuts (optional, but gives a lovely texture and flavor)
Chill until firm.

Bridget Grant is back in Paradise. Paradise, North Dakota, that is.

She’s swallowed her pride and moved back to her hometown with her daughter after her divorce and the loss of her catering company. Now she’s trying to navigate the strained relationships she’d left behind – including her first love, Jack Davison.

Jack never forgot Bridget, or the day she left town – and him. When Bridget caters a lunch at Jack’s tourist ranch, old flames reignite. They have more in common than ever – Jack’s also a single parent. Though they both try to keep things casual, Bridget, Jack and their girls are starting to look a lot like a family.

But Bridget’s only planning to stay in Paradise until she’s saved enough to relaunch her business. Jack’s invested too much in his ranch to leave. And with their daughters involved both have a lot more at stake than heartbreak. How can they risk falling in love?

She climbed into the cab, slammed the door shut, then buckled her seat belt. She smoothed the apron over her lap, suddenly feeling stupid and regretting her decision to accept the ride. Jack probably thought she was crazy, or at best, unbalanced. There was no way she could explain the fear that had controlled her life the last two years. 
“I have a punching bag,” he said, his eyes on the road ahead.
“Excuse me?” she said, confused. Had she missed part of this conversation? 
“When I can’t get things or people to do what I want them to do, or when I’m just plain pissed off, I go down into my basement and beat the hell out of Bozo the Clown.”
She stared at his profile. “Bozo the Clown?”
“I have an old Bozo punching bag, you know, one of those toys that’s weighted on the bottom so it keeps popping back up. Bozo takes a licking and keeps coming back for more.”
“Oh, I see,” she said cautiously.
He turned and flashed a dazzling smile. “No, I’m not crazy. At least no crazier than you. Everybody needs some way of getting out their frustrations or they’ll eat you alive. Mine happens to be beating the crap out of Bozo, and I suspect that yours is walking briskly down country roads.”
She relaxed against the seat. “Maybe.” 
“Next time lose the apron. You can’t pretend you’re a serious jogger if you’re wearing a frilly pink apron.”
“No, I suppose not.” She grinned, the weight of embarrassment lifting from her shoulders. Jack’s quirky sense of humor had always intrigued and delighted her. “Next time I feel the urge to take a hike I’ll throw on some jogging pants and tell everyone I’m training for a marathon. That ought to stop the gossiping.” 
 “Sorry to disillusion you, but nothing’s likely to do that. Gossip and Paradise go together like peanut butter and jam. Most of the time it’s harmless, but if you’re smart you’ll try not to draw too much attention to yourself.”
“Trust me, that’s the last thing I want to do.” She untied the apron and pulled it over her head. “Doesn’t it ever get to you? The life in the fishbowl? Are you and your wife happy living in Paradise?”
He glanced at her, and she saw a momentary look of surprise in his expression before he turned his attention back to his driving.
“I’m happy enough. The fishbowl thing doesn’t bother me.”
“That’s good.”
“But if you’re going to live in a small town, you’d better get up to date on your gossip. I’ve been single the last ten years.”
The news took her by surprise. Was he single because of divorce or because his wife had died? “Oh, I’m sorry. Celia didn’t tell me.” She wondered why her sister hadn’t filled her in after all this time.
Jack shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”
He offered no further information and she decided not to ask any more questions. After all, she barely knew him anymore.

Jana Richards has tried her hand at many writing projects over the years, from magazine articles and short stories to full-length paranormal suspense and romantic comedy. She loves to create characters with a sense of humor, but also a serious side.  She believes there’s nothing more interesting then peeling back the layers of a character to see what makes them tick.
When not writing up a storm, working at her day job as an Office Administrator, or dealing with ever present mountains of laundry, Jana can be found on the local golf course pursuing her newest hobby.
Jana lives in Western Canada with her husband and a highly spoiled Pug/Terrier cross named Lou.

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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

A #HolidayRecipe Jam-filled Crescent Rolls and an Liberty by @KimHeadlee

Jam-filled Crescent Rolls  Ingredients:
  • 1 tube of pre-cut crescent roll dough
  • Your favorite jam(s)
  • Melted butter (optional)

  • Preheat oven as directed on the package for the type of baking sheet or pan you plan to use.
  • Open tube and unroll each triangle.
  • Spread a small amount of jam across the base of the triangle, no more than halfway toward the point. This is the tricky part, because the jam can ooze out and burn during baking.
  • Roll the triangle loosely and place on baking sheet.
  • Brush with a little melted butter (optional).
  • Repeat for the remaining triangles, leaving at least 2 inches between crescents.
  • Bake as directed on the package, and do not over-bake!
  • Cool before serving. The jam can get very hot.

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TITLE – Liberty, second edition
AUTHOR – Kim Iverson Headlee
GENRE – Historical Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – December 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 462 pages/118K words
PUBLISHER – Pendragon Cove Press
COVER DESIGNER – Natasha Brown

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print the legend.”

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They hailed her “Liberty,” but she was free only to obey—or die.

Betrayed by her father and sold as payment of a Roman tax debt to fight in Londinium’s arena, gladiatrix-slave Rhyddes feels like a wild beast in a gilded cage. Celtic warrior blood flows in her veins, but Roman masters own her body. She clings to her vow that no man shall claim her soul, though Marcus Calpurnius Aquila, son of the Roman governor, makes her yearn for a love she believes impossible.

Groomed to follow in his father’s footsteps and trapped in a politically advantageous betrothal, Aquila prefers the purity of combat on the amphitheater sands to the sinister intrigues of imperial politics, and the raw power and athletic grace of the flame-haired Libertas to the adoring deference of Rome’s noblewomen.

When a plot to overthrow Caesar ensnares them as pawns in the dark design, Aquila must choose between the Celtic slave who has won his heart and the empire to which they both owe allegiance. Trusting no man and knowing the opposite of obedience is death, the only liberty offered to any slave, Rhyddes must embrace her arena name—and the love of a man willing to sacrifice everything to forge a future with her.


Paperback edition forthcoming!


The warrior-woman looked heavier by at least two stone, but Rhyddes pinned her chest with her knee. She dropped the pitchfork and grasped her dagger, yanking it free. Grabbing a fistful of limed hair, she wrestled the woman’s head to one side to expose her neck.
The Pict bucked and twisted, trying to break Rhyddes’s grip. ’Twas not much different than wrestling a fever-mad calf.
Rhyddes’s deft slice ended the threat.
Blood spurted from the woman’s neck in sickening pulses.
Rhyddes stood, panting, her stomach churning with the magnitude of what she’d done. ’Twas no suffering animal she’d killed—and it could have been her lying there, pumping her lifeblood into the mud.
Bile seared her throat, making her gag. Pain lanced her stomach. Bent double, she retched out the remains of her morning meal, spattering the corpse.
After spitting out the last bitter mouthful and wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she drew a deep breath and straightened. As she turned a slow circle, her senses taking in the sights and sounds and stench of the devastation surrounding her, she wished she had not prevailed.
The news grew worse as she sprinted toward the lodge.
Of her seven brothers, the Picts had left Ian and Gwydion dead, her father and Owen wounded, the lodge and three outbuildings torched. She ran a fingertip over the crusted blood of her scratch, and she couldn’t suppress a surge of guilt.
Mayhap, she thought through the blinding tears as she ran to help what was left of her family, ’twould have been better had she died in the Pict’s stead.
The surviving raiders were galloping toward the tree line with half the cattle. The remaining stock lay stiffening in the fields, already attracting carrion birds.
Three days later, the disaster attracted scavengers of an altogether different sort.

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