Today's the day! Here it is, my new cover - isn't it gorgeous!
I can't thank Rae Monet enough for creating this, giving me exactly what I asked for - but even better than I imagined!
'My Family's Heart' which is organising my Cover Reveal tour today, has arranged a contest
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You can win a $5 Amazon voucher AND a pair of Swarovski crystal earstuds.
It will be a little while before 'Beloved Enemy' is actually published, but I'll keep you posted on its progress.
You can read an excerpt here: https://tonyaloveslife.wordpress.com/2015/06/17/coverreveal-belovedenemy-hywelalyn/
BOOK SYNOPSIS
Cat Kincaid is obsessed with killing the man she believes is responsible for the torture and death of her sister, but when she eventually catches up with him, survival becomes a greater priority than revenge.
Kerry Marchant, haunted by memories, regret and self-blame, shields himself from the pain of the past by committing himself totally to the starship, Destiny, of which he is part owner. However, the beautiful, red haired woman who reminds him of his lost love, and who he suspects is working for a corrupt regime, represents a possible threat not only to the ship, but to his heart.
Marooned on an inhospitable planet, they need to work together to stay alive, fighting not only unknown assailants, but their growing attraction. But how can they learn to trust each other when he has vowed never to get close to a woman again, and she made a solemn pledge to destroy him?
Welcome to my place in the blogosphere!
feel free to explore the Flight Deck and check out my books and website.
Then fasten your seatbelts, sip a glass of something sparkling and let's chat awhile!
I hope you'll stop by again for guest authors and spotlights from time to time.
Beloved Enemy joined Starquest and Children of the Mist to continue the Destiny Trilogy and I'm thrilled to announce was shortlisted for the R.N.A. RoNA Awards 2017, awarded 2nd Runner up in the RONE Awards 2017 and was the winner in the SF/Fantasy category of the 'Best Banter Contest'.
Wednesday 17 June 2015
Tuesday 16 June 2015
Your chance to get a beautifully haunting tale for FREE!
Light a Candle for the Beast is FREE on Kindle!!
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Light a Candle for the Beast
by Echo Shea
Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Keywords: Romance, Paranormal, Paranormal Romance, Fairy Tale, Beauty and the Beast
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: November 26, 2014
Description: If you’ve ever been caught in a riptide, pulled down into the water, then you know me. Or, more accurately, what I’m like when I’m angry.
Delia was beautiful, smart, and kind. He wasn’t. He said he loved her, but he didn’t know what love was. He was manipulative and cruel—more than a thief. A beast.
All she wanted was a rose…
These are the words on my sister’s grave. Her sadness, her obsession, forever a reminder I didn’t--couldn’t save her.
I’m not vindictive or cruel. I’m simply as the river--my memory is winding and my reach is long. I watched him steal her beauty, her essence. Watched him become a beast. He thought he'd get away with it, thought he'd go free.
I lay a rose upon my sister's grave.
Light a candle for the beast.
~~~OoO~~~
WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING ABOUT LIGHT A CANDLE FOR THE BEAST!
5 Stars! - Dianne's Reviews
In a dark and twisted tale, Echo Shea has given us, pain, loss, torture, revenge and finally emotional healing. Light a Candle for the Beast has depth, atmosphere and a dark fairytale feel that will hold you spellbound from start to finish. Not only does Ms. Shea know how to evoke connection and emotions, she has done it in very few pages. You will walk away satisfied, and slightly mystified at how this author could complete a novel’s worth of story in a short read that can be finished over lunch or when one has a few moments of quiet time to slip away into another world.
5 Stars! - Sweet N Sassy Book A Holics
A spectacular read! Yes it's short. but dynamite comes in small packages!! I read it twice just because I loved it so much. Yup, once and then turned to the beginning and started again!!
Monday 15 June 2015
Stardust Dreams - Spotlight and Giveaway by S B Redstone
STARDUST DREAMS
by S. B. Redstone
BLURB:
Lance Forrester is a dreamer. After a celebrated career as an astronaut and engineer, he and a friend build a secret spacecraft to seek their destinies in the stars. But his friend dies and Lance is diagnosed with terminal cancer. Desperate not to succumb to his fate, he convinces an acquaintance, ailing actress Sage Saint Claire, whom he hasn’t seen since high school, to join him on his quest to reach an advanced alien civilization which can heal them both. Unfortunately, true life is not a Hollywood movie, as much as Sage might want it to be, and problems abound. Mistakes in the past have turned Sage into a bitter old woman, and she turns out to be a less-than-perfect traveling companion which no amount of optimism, youth, or good health can cure. Can these two intrepid octogenarians-turned-immortals overcome the emotional scars of their pasts and achieve true happiness, or are they doomed to suffer for their mistakes, no matter how far from Earth they go?
EXCERPT:
I knew that the truth in my heart reflected in my old, weary eyes. “Yes, I do. Look, I’m no slick-talking salesman, as you can see. I’m just a scientist and engineer, but I truly believe there is a statistical probability of success. But even if I’m wrong, and our voyage ends up to be pointless, so what? Think of the fun you’ll have. Imagine the excitement and wonders of space travel that come before our long sleep.” I paused to dramatize my resolve and let a burst of quixotic energy erupt from me. “Cherish the adventure!”
It wasn’t her fears that I was battling against, but a lifetime of distrust. My confidence in a successful mission collapsed. “Of course, you have no reason to believe a word of what I’ve told you. You don’t really know me, except through my noted accomplishments. But I can’t disappoint you because I’m only offering friendship and hope.” I pushed my point harder. “Sure, we can die here on Earth. We can die in space. Or we can awaken on a remote and caring world that saves us! We are the captains of our fate, not the Grim Reaper—yet!”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Steven Rosenstein, penname S. B. Redstone, had a career as a school psychologist and private practice Licensed Clinical Social Worker on Long Island. Always seeking the truths of human nature, he wrote a personal improvement book, Taming Your Inner & Outer Bullies: Confronting Life’s Stressors And Winning, published by New Horizon Press Books. He has written articles on human nature and relationships, given lectures, and appeared on radio shows. Always having a vivid imagination, he first became a successful writer of short stories. His mystery thriller, A Sinister Obsession, was published by Black Opal Books. As an expert in the field of human psychology, he has an exceptional ability to develop realistic and exciting characters in his novels. Many of my characters have been taken from his clinical experiences. Stardust Dreams is his first romance novel, although romantic relationships stand out in his other works. He is a member of the International Thriller Writers Org and Romance Writers of America. He resides with his wife in New York and Florida.
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Amber Prelude - Spotlight and Review
I am excited to once again welcome Kevin Henry to the Flight Deck,. If you haven't read 'Amber Gifts', don't worry, this second book is actually a 'prequel' and I can guarantee if you read it you're likely to be 'hooked' and like me, will want to read the others in the series.
Amber Gifts
Prequel
Kevin B. Henry
Genre: Fantasy, Time Travel, Science Fiction, and History
Publisher: Burst/ Champagne Books
Date of Publication: June 01, 2015
Word Count: 20,000
Formats available: eBook, PDF
Cover Artist: Ellie Smith
Mitchell didn't really believe the story the Man told him, Just take a sip and speak a year. He whimsically chose a historic event to witness. Little did he know he would become part of that history. Faster than you can say Teithwyr Amser our man Mitchell is chasing a bona fide assassin not only across America but across time.
Amber Prelude will require Mitchell to travel from the America he knows to France and Africa. He will travel to decades and centuries he is unfamiliar with. Mitchell will chase authentic villains and make historic friends, all in an attempt to set history back the way he remembers.
Chapter One
1963: New Mexico
It had started simply. I uncapped the vial, drank the liquid, and spoke the year I had chosen aloud. The room spun. I dissolved.
I anticipated nothing happening. I began by sitting at the old wooden table feeling numb. My expectations extended to looking for shelter the following morning. Maybe I would move under a bridge for a short time; maybe I would do something much worse to myself.
I’d experienced severely morbid thoughts for months. Moving often transformed me. A nightmarish combination of a manic and depressed person was all I had been until the vial. It continued for months, and I expected it to continue forever. What I didn’t expect was a twisting feeling in my chest and lower abdomen. It wasn’t painful, just an unusual feeling. I didn’t expect the room to blur. I blinked several times, but it wasn’t my eyes; the room was blurry. Soon the room ceased to exist.
I had not spent long hours considering the year I would move to. I flippantly selected 1963. It would give me almost ten years before my birth moment and I vanished from the universe forever. The Man was specific about not existing past my birth moment. It would give me a chance to see some of the most tumultuous years in America, civil rights marches, hippies, the moon landing. My choice of year would give me a chance to stand at Dealey Plaza and personally see if there was a second shooter. It was a shallow choice, but it was the best I could come up with.
My first thought as the world congealed around me was that I had said something wrong. Had I said 1863? It was night. The stars above me were crisp and clear. Sagebrush surrounded me in all directions. Gone were the smells of the city. My senses absorbed a clean, fresh smell. This was how I remembered the world use to be. A scrub oak blended with the evening shadows just a few feet to my right. To my left was a light in the distance, a campfire. The flames created dancing shadows on the two trees surrounding the fire. Someone sat next to the fire, stirring the flames, sparks rising into the starry sky.
I walked toward the fire. I didn’t see that I had any choice; every other direction was pitch-black. Halfway there he rose from his place at the fire and raised his left hand above his head.
He sparkled. It wasn’t anything residual from the fire. His whole body twinkled and sparkled. It was disturbing.
“About time, Mitchell,” he yelled. “I’ve been waiting here for damn near three days.” “Come on in. I’m sure you have questions, son.”
I got over my initial anxiety of the twinkle man and sat on the far side of the fire. We had been sitting before the fire for fewer than five minutes. I was dazed, confused, and overwhelmed. Less than an hour ago, I was sitting in a dingy, two-bit hotel room.
Now, here I was, in some large expanse of desert in the company of someone who looked like Ray Teal, that quintessential sheriff on so many TV westerns and movies. He wore standard blue jeans, a simple button-front dress shirt, and a light-gray jacket. This twinkle man had a slouch hat, not exactly cowboy, but not a fedora either. He was half a foot shorter than me, stockier, and a minimum of twenty-five-years older, if I had to guess his age. There was salt and pepper stubble covering his face. His voice was deeper than mine, but not so deep that I envied it.
“Okay,” I began. “Where am I?”
“New Mexico,” he answered without hesitation. “You’re about three miles east of Tucumcari.”
I considered that answer. “When am I?”
“It’s November, 1963.”
“What’s the date, the day?” It concerned me I might miss my reason for picking this year.
“It’s the sixth.” A wave of relief swept over me. I wasn’t too late.
His answers were rapid-fire, no pauses or measurable moments that I would have considered creative thinking. He was either telling the truth or extremely well prepared for my random questions. I tried to think of the relevant questions I should ask. The standard ones, who, what, when, where, seemed a good place to start.
“How did I get here?”
“Well now, that’s an obvious answer to a poorly considered, ill-thought out question.” He shook his head. “You took a drink from that vial you have tucked away in your jacket pocket.”
A sudden gust of wind caused me to wrap my windbreaker tighter around my body. Maybe it wasn’t the night air. I was a little hurt. It wasn’t an attempt at sounding stupid; just understand what had happened to me.
“How did you know I was coming?” Maybe that question would seem less inept.
“Now that’s complicated.” He answered this question more slowly. He was thinking more and not just responding. “My name is Gil, Gil Seward. I got a letter just a few days ago. It asked me to come here and see if you’d appear. The letter said to just wait here a while and see if you drank from the vial or not. If you did, I’m supposed to help you out a little. Get you started and send you on your way.”
“Asked by whom? That guy who gave me the vial?”
“Yeah” was his only response. I hate one-word answers.
“Who was he? Why did he give me this vial?”
“He was someone I owed a favor. I haven’t seen him for a long time. He isn’t someone you need to know. Forget him. I don’t know why he decided to give you his vial. He just did.”
He paused for a while, stirring the fire with his stick, a small branch from one of the nearby trees.
“One last question for now,” he said. “Make it a good one.”
“Okay, Gil,” I said, using his name for the first time. “Why the hell do you sparkle? You look like some creation by Industrial Light, a special effect in a vampire or science fiction movie.”
“Forgot all about that,” he laughed. “You sparkle too. You just can’t see it. You started as soon as you drank from the vial. All Amser will sparkle.”
“What’s an Amser?”
“Sorry, Mitchell, You’ve reached your limit on questions for now. It’s my turn to ask some.”
I started to say something, but the look on his face made me stop. I hoped that ‘for now’ meant there would be more answers in the future.
“What made you pick this year?”
“It wasn’t a rational decision. Who would believe this would really work? I figured I’d see something special, something historic. Dallas and the Kennedy assassination was a significant event in my life. All the other conspiracy theories I remember while growing up could never surpass this one event. Standing on the grassy knoll and knowing beyond a doubt if there was or wasn’t a second shooter seemed as good an idea as any.”
“With all of history to choose from, you wanted to watch somebody die?”
“That wasn’t my motivation.” I said “I thought of it more as watching a documentary on TV.”
“We’ll see what you think of your documentary as you watch it live. Did you have plans afterward?”
“I don’t have many concrete plans. Just live out the next decade before I die.”
“Why would you want to die?”
“The Man said I couldn’t live past my birth moment. That was another reason I came here. That gives me several years to live before that time.”
“He didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“You have it all wrong, Mitchell. You can use that vial repeatedly. Just refill it. You can travel to any year, any time, as often as you want, as many times as you want. You’re not stuck in this year or decade forever.”
I’m not sure my mouth actually fell open, but that is how I remember it.
After reading the first book in the series, 'Amber Gifts', I was looking forward to the second (which as Kevin Henry says, is really the first) and I was not disappointed,
Again this was a fast read, with each chapter a page turner, each page impelling one to keep reading. Mr Henry certainly has an original twist on time travel. Unlike many time travel stories, Mitchell, the protagonist can only travel back in time. To travel forward past the time of his own birth would be fatal. This does not stop him from confronting dangerous situations and at times fearing for his life. There are some very interesting themes running through the story and if you should wonder how there could be any possible connection between the assassination of President John Kennedy, and the death of the painter, Vincent Van Goch, I suggest you read this story - it might change your ideas about those events for ever, but I'm not going to spoil it by giving anything else away.
There were some other delightful touches in the book, like a passing reference to Douglas Adams' 'The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy' and one of my own favourite singers, Don Maclean - my only criticism is that it was over too quickly - I'm looking forward to the next book in the series, Amber Legacy!
About the Author:
From an early age, Kevin B. Henry was a voracious reader. His collection of science fiction, fantasy and mystery books bring tears of envy to the eyes of many small community libraries.
Kevin has worked as an educator, technology specialist and day laborer most of his adult life. During all that time he lived the life of a frustrated author. That it took 30 years for him to piece together the series, Amber Gifts is a testament that the best meals need slow cooking to bring out the flavor.
The Amber Gifts Series begins with Amber Gifts. The second story, which is really the first, is Amber Prelude, and is available now. The third story, Amber Legacy continues where Amber Gifts left off. It will be available in November 2015. All are published by the wonderful folks at the Champagne Book Group. A fourth story is in the process of being written.
Kevin is a natural story teller, so it’s logical that he lectures occasionally. Topics range from the implementation of cutting edge technology hardware to the creation, modification and use of e-books within education. He constantly pursues research to expand his range of possible topics. His most recent research revolved around the aerodynamic properties of reindeer. He’s also been known to include little known facts and trivia within his presentations. Did you know just 146 years ago today the Union Army marched into Atlanta. It took longer than anticipated. They were delayed by a traffic jam on I-75 and the toll booth on Ga. 400
He continues to live in the Mid-West without human or domesticated mammal companionship.
Blog/Wesbite: www.ambergifts.blogspot.com
Twitter: @Kevin_Henry
Facebook: www.facebook.com/AmberGifts
Sunday 14 June 2015
Loving Red Cover Reveal
Loving
Red
Book
One
Alisha
Costanzo
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Transmundane Press
Date of Publication: 09/09/15
Number of pages: 183
Word Count: ~49,000 words
Cover Artist: Karri Klawiter
Book Description:
Everything about Sev crashes
through Kaia’s carefully placed boundaries, traps, and avoidances. Regardless
of her lack of interest in the majority of men, the ones that did catch her off
guard left a lot of collateral damage. Who better than a soldier to understand
that?
The problem is that she trusts
him. Just not with her heart.
Excerpt
From Chapter Twenty-Four
“Something feels
different about this place,” she said, voice soft but spreading across the
grounds like an earthquake.
“It’s protected.
That’s what you feel.”
A short,
frail-looking male swung open his front door and appeared on the square wooden
porch. His skin marbled like the bark of an old oak with tints of green. Long
and wide eyes assessed Severins and Kaia before his gaze slashed to Kaia’s
vampire friend, Kalib. The performance was rather dramatic.
“You said one—a
single, human female. Human. That is not human.” The dryad’s twig-finger
pointed to Severins with further flair.
“We were lacking
in our information. The wolf is no harm to you.”
“No harm. No
harm!” His hair sprouted green and miniature ivy fell around his ears. “At
best, he’ll piss on my plants. At worst.” The small man’s voice squabbled high
and fluttered through the leaves above. “At worst!”
Kalib rolled his
eyes, and Severins shook his head. Kaia, however, seem entranced with the
dryad’s tirade.“Eilon. Fucking
wood nymphs. Eilon.”
“Oh no, sir. You
can stay in your pretty little metal box for that.” Eilon slammed his door
again in a giant huff.
Kaia jerked and
came back to the small clearing. Her eyes took on a darker green in these
woods. “He did not like either of you very much.”
“Tree-folk
aren’t group friendly unless there’s a ceremony or an orgy, although they’re
practically the same thing to them.” Kalib pulled two long swords from behind
his seat—long enough they shouldn’t have fit back there. He strapped them into
holsters hidden beneath his loose cotton shirt. “I’ll take first watch.”
“Dryad’s don’t
like wolves too much—territorial and all that. Piss in the wrong part of the
woods once, and it’s like you killed their elder.”
“Did you tinkle
on one of his plants?”
Severins snorted
in delight at hearing the word tinkle come out of her mouth. “No, I’m house-trained,
beautiful.”
Her giggle
lightened up the small dark place, dancing along the trees as though they
responded to her presence. She certainly possessed some tie to the magickal
world. It explained why she attracted so much paranormal attention—his included.
Kalib hollered
through the door at the little man, and Severins leaned Kaia against the side
of the sports car.
“Before we go in
there with that dry, old lump, give me a kiss.” He leaned into her, moving in
at seventy-percent and leaving her the other thirty to come to him, but her
hands dipped across his chest and stomach as she examined his different
tattoos. Her touch stirred his raw need for her.
After a few
seconds, she lifted and closed the gap between them.
Opening to him,
her responses changed, shifting since their kiss in Wayne’s truck. He took
advantage, pressing her closer and stealing her breath.
She drew back
with a smile. “I think I’m beginning to like this lifestyle.”
Her nails
scraped down his flanks, and he fought his own arousal. Severins pressed into
her before backing away, slinging a shirt on to cover himself before following
her inside.
The dryad jumped
into the room from the kitchen, waving at them. “No, no, no. Shoes off!” Eilon
skidded to a stop with his hands out.
“You. Before you
enter here, you will make my pledge.”
The ends of
Eilon’s knobby fingers grew sharp, and Severins surrendered. “What kind of
pledge are we talking about?”
“You repeat
after me. I pledge
not to piss on any of Eilon Broaddock’s indoor plants.” The little man paused and snapped at him. “Repeat it.”
not to piss on any of Eilon Broaddock’s indoor plants.” The little man paused and snapped at him. “Repeat it.”
“I pledge not to
piss on any of Eilon Broaddock’s indoor plants.”
“I pledge not to
scratch, bite, or chew on any of Elion Broaddock’s precious house items.”
“I promise not
to destroy your home. I may be a wolf, but I am also a gentleman.”
“Repeat as I
said.” Eilon’s sharp fingers extended further.
Severins sighed.
Threatening a wolf with wood wasn’t the fae’s smartest move, but he repeated
the pledge instead of provoking his host further. The restraint took enormous
effort because the little drama queen was asking for it.
Eilon stepped
back and nodded, handing him a towel and returning to his kitchen. “And wolf
will not sully Miss Red.”
“You’re
venturing outside your jurisdiction, there, Oak Broad Oak.”
The vines of his
hair tangled and retreated to a brilliant golden brown. “My stuffed radish. You have your own red, and you’re not to touch Miss Red if yours turns you down.
She’s my bed guest, and I will not have her sullied.”
Eilon
disappeared into the kitchen, and Severins’ spine whipped straight. Kaia’s face
reddened, and she covered her mouth with her hand. “I like him.”
About
the Author:
Alisha Costanzo is from a
Syracuse suburb. She earned her MFA in creative writing from the University of
Central Oklahoma, where she currently teaches English. She's the author of
BLOOD PHOENIX: REBIRTH and BLOOD PHOENIX: CLAIMED, and co-editor of DISTORTED.
LOVING RED, a Broken World novel, is almost ready for its 2015 release. In the
meantime, she will continue to corrupt young minds, rant about the government,
and daydream about her all around nasty creatures.
Website: www.alishacostanzo.weebly.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AlishaCostanzo
Facebook: www.facebook.com/brokenworldauthor
Thursday 11 June 2015
Fairest of the Faire - Guest post by Susabelle Kelmer
- it's a real pleasure to feature a fellow Wild Rose
Press Author, Susabelle Kelmer on my blog today, and I wish you much success with 'Fairest
Of the Faire' it sounds like a wonderful read - and what a lovely
cover!
Good times.
I want to thank Hywela Lyn for hosting me on her blog
today. My debut novel Fairest of the
Faire with The Wild Rose Press was released on June 5th, and I’m excited to be
sharing that sweet love story with the world.
But first, I wanted to talk a bit about the English-to-English language
barrier. Sounds serious, doesn’t it?
Some years ago, when I was young-ish, I had a boyfriend from
York. We met on the Internet, but that
was the early days, when everything was Internet Relay Chat (IRC) rooms and dial-in
bulletin boards. The web was just
getting its start and was mostly full of government documents and university
white papers. We met in a chat room for
geeks like me. At the time, it was
pretty exciting to say I had a boyfriend overseas. You see, as an American, the thought of
having an out-of-the-country boyfriend was kind of titillating.
And Alex and I were great at communicating when we were
typing to each other. Then he called me
on the phone. I have no idea what
language he was speaking, but it wasn’t English! I think he thought the same thing about
me. While I’d envisioned the lilting
voice of Sean Connery, he sounded like there was a wood chipper in his mouth, spewing
out words that fell onto the ground as unrecognizable snippets of vowels and
consonants.
A York accent is a heavy thing, and it took me more than a
bit to get used to. It helped that he
started talking slower, and I did too.
But even so, there was a language barrier as well. A bonnet is something an American wears on their
head if they are working in the garden.
A boot is something we wear on our feet to keep the mud out. A Macintosh is a tart apple. English is not English when we’re talking
about the English language.
But oh, the fun we had.
We learned so much about each other, and finally got to meet in person
and spent a few weeks together. The
relationship was not meant to be, but we went our separate ways with great
affection for one another. He eventually
moved to Texas and married a nice woman, and we occasionally chat and catch up
on what each other are up to. I wonder
what the Texans thought of Alex’s accent when he arrived there. And I wonder if the Texan dialect has
infiltrated his heavy York accent.
Fairest of the Faire by Susabelle Kelmer
Tagline:
Book Information:
Theme: Second Chance Love
SubGenre: Contemporary
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Imprint: Champagne
Rating: Spicy (PG13)
Keywords: romance, contemporary romance, widow,
Renaissance Faire
Page Count: 296
Digital Price: 4.99
Print Price (if applicable): 15.99
Blurb:
Schoolteacher Connie Meyers is
suddenly a young widow, her husband killed in a horrific car accident.
Heartbroken to find out he had gambled away everything they had, she moves to
her sister-in-law's Midwest home to rebuild her life. A trip to the local
Renaissance Faire with her nieces leads to a summer job as a costumed
storyteller.
Avowed bad boy and fair performer
Gage Youngblood is infatuated with Connie at first sight. Despite his
deliberately commitment-free life, and Connie's don't-touch-me attitude, he
soon has her in his arms, realizing quickly she is also in his heart.
When she is threatened by her
late husband's bookie, he steps into the role of protector, his fate forever
sealed with hers.
Excerpt:
“Who
said anything about a relationship?” he said, standing up so he could tower
over her again.
“I’m just trying to have a little fun. You know, fun?”
“I’m just trying to have a little fun. You know, fun?”
If he’d
been an animal, she was sure he’d have had hair raised on the back of his neck,
he seemed so angry, and it struck her painfully. She hadn’t wanted to anger him
or hurt him. She turned away from him and closed her eyes to tamp down the
tears she knew would come if she let them. She crossed her arms over her chest,
to hold in the pain. Being tired made her much too vulnerable.
“Yes,”
she finally said. “I know about fun. Life isn’t always fun, though.”
“Princess.”
His voice was soft, tender. “I won’t hurt you. It’s not in my plan.”
Despite
herself, she felt the shivers of desire race down from her shoulders, down her
arms and legs, and back up to that secret, soft place at her core. She bowed
her head and gritted her teeth, hoping for the feeling to go away.
“And
what is your plan, Gage?”
“It’s a
simple plan. I want you to feel good. I want to feel good, too.”
Available
June 5, 2015
Buy at Wild Rose Press: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=6250
Buy at Amazon
About the Author:
Susabelle Kelmer is a wife and mother living at the base of the Rocky
Mountains in northern Colorado. She believes in romance, second chances, and
the magic of moonlight. When she isn't writing, she works with students with
disabilities in the college environment. http://www.susabelle.com
Website – http://www.susabelle.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/SusabelleKelmer
Email: susabelle.kelmer@gmail.com
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