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Monday, June 30, 2014

Paranormal. Romance. Tragedy. Beyond the Reach of Judgement by Jo Bissell.

Today I’m thrilled to welcome over Jo Bissell, author of Beyond the Reach of Judgement, a paranormal romance; paranormal tragedy. 

Number of pages: 294
Word Count: 76K

Cover Artist: Char Adlesperger 
at Wicked Cover Designs 

Book Description

“Did we leave any sin out?” she replied with a forced weak laugh.

“No. Between the two of us, I think we have managed to cover them all,” he mumbled as that uncomfortable lump in his gut returned. 

Julien Rene Durant was once a good man. Born in France, he took the oath as a Jesuit Priest in the 1600s. He dedicated his life to spreading the Gospel. Now, he was a monster surviving off the blood of others; killing for survival even as he wished for nothing other than for his own extinction. After almost four centuries of guilt and hopelessness, he encounters someone who might just be able to rescue the good man trapped within the monster, but will his judgements deny him a second chance?

Mary Ruth Jacobson-Ryan is nothing special; a small town girl stuck in a rut. Married to the local Iraq and Afghanistan War Veteran and town hero who turned out not to be the perfect guy she fell in love with before the war, she is desperate for a way out. When things turn from bad to worse, she runs with plans to never look back. She quickly finds, however, that her search for a better future may lead her down a path with no future at all.

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Interview Time!

What inspired you to write this book?

My first experience with the genre of paranormal romance was reading the Twilight Saga many years ago. While I've ready many more since, I was immediately hooked with the concept of but found myself wishing for “more.” More romance; more sex; more darkness; more adult themes; just more. Initially, I filled this void by writing some bad fan-fiction and reading other Indie Author PNRs. Finally, in November 2012, I decided to do something original with National Novel Writing Month and the idea of Mary Ruth and Julien started to take shape. While I did not “win” NaNoWriMo that year, I did get 30K+ words towards the project and felt a real sense of accomplishment with creating something fresh which inspired me to see this project through to the end.

How did you come up with the title?

I knew I wanted something with a suspenseful and slightly religious connotation given Julien's background and internal conflict with his Jesuit vows, and Ruth's disenchantment with her own spirituality which in many ways brings them together and pulls them apart. I tested many titles based on the concept of sin and redemption and good vs evil. But the title goes deeper and more personal, in that its about living your life for yourself and not for what others expect from you, with which both characters also struggle.

What made you choose the main setting for your book?

Almost all the settings I write about are places I've experienced personally. I do this because I feel it makes them more real in my writing, especially considering the less believable aspects of my stories.

Tell us a little bit about the conflict in your story. 

The heart of  Beyond the Reach of Judgement is the concept of good people being forced by circumstances and poor options to make bad decisions. We all think we know what we would do when forced with certain moral choices, but what about when the alternative is even worse? Suddenly, it's much harder to judge that decision, but that doesn't make it any easier to make.

If you had to sell your book based on one run of dialogue (start quote to end quote), which would it be?

“A murderous vampire priest and an adulterous pregnant pagan prostitute... did we leave any sin out?”

Are you currently working on another story? If so, we’d love some details. 

Yes! My current project is an urban fantasy based on a black angel grave-marker over 100 years old located in Iowa City, IA that is shrouded in urban legends and mystery well known to the locals. Many of the urban legends involve harm coming to those who disrespect the monument and the heroine, Ingrid, is tasked by family heritage to try to prevent this harm.

Did you enjoy writing one scene above all the rest? If so, share.

My favorite scene to create was the scene in the steak house where Ruth hears Julien's story. I liked the flow of dialogue and the tension between them. This scene also sets the stage for the rest of their relationship, and really, the rest of the book.

Tell us about your favorite writing environment. Is it indoors, outdoors, a special room, etc.

I write pretty much anywhere I can bring my laptop. On the patio of my home, in front of the television watching the news, in my bed, in the car on roadtrips, coffee houses, libraries, and on flights. I think this is because with my “day job” as a full time physician, I have so little time to actually dedicate to writing. When I'm not at work I am either thinking about a current project, plotting a future project, or marketing an already completed project.


Alone in the stone cell, Julien paced the perimeter until finally sliding his body down the unforgiving wall opposite the cell door. With her final words still stuck in his head, he focused on the cracks in the stones and the number of blocks stacked to form his enclosure. He tried to memorize the angles and the dimensions of the space instead of allowing thoughts of her warm curves pressed against him to overcome his focus. When the vision of her bright blue eyes came into his head, he changed his attention to the ceiling, taking in the cobwebs in the corners, the dim bulb hanging above, and the smell of mildew hanging in the air. As his mind fell upon the memories of their final moments together, he ground his fingernails into the hard stone beneath him.

His concentration wavered as something slipped through the bars of the cell door. Even in the dim lighting, he immediately recognized the medical grade pint of packed red blood cells. Although freshly sated by the girl’s last remaining ounce of life, the blood still called to him. The more he tried to ignore its presence, the louder the call became. His eyes repeatedly drifted back toward the bag as his tongue ran over his teeth. He sniffed the air, relieved that the scent of the bag’s contents remained trapped by the sterile sealing process. 

His jaw clenched, and his fists tightened as the pain built in the back of his throat. Picturing himself back in France in the Church of Saint-Pierre de Montemartre, he swallowed back the saliva that collected in his mouth as he closed his eyes and began to chant. 

“AVE MARIA, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen. ” 

With his eyes closed, he chanted the words over and over, repeating them until they became senseless in his mind. Placing his head between his knees, he squeezed his eyes closed tighter. When he started to wonder what blood type was written across the bag in bold letters or about how fresh it might be, he changed prayers. When the memories of the sensation of his lips on warm flesh, the sound of a pulse echoing in his ears, or the taste of that first drop of blood on his tongue entered his mind, he changed prayers. When he remembered her scent in his nostrils and her flavor in his mouth, he changed prayers.

Recognizing her footsteps and her smell, Julien did not look up as Agent Wolf stood in the doorway. After a long silence, she finally spoke. “Mr. Durant, tell me, why should I spare you?” 

“You should not,” he said. 

“And why is that?”

“I am a monster. I deserve to be ended. I wish to be ended.”

“And why should I give you what you desire?” Her voice hinted at genuine curiosity. 

“You should not.” 

She said nothing else as her footsteps disappeared down the long corridor. Silence filled the cell once again.

He was alone, alone with the blood. 

Imagining himself back in the Spiritual Exercises, he started to chant again. He had conquered the evil and disorder within himself once so many years ago; it could be done again. Ruth taught him that. It took losing her to prove to him that he had the choice, and her loss gave him the strength to take it.

Even though he had witnessed her passing with his own eyes, her presence still haunted his every thought. He sensed her fear and despair as if she sat next to him now. But now she was dead, and he sat alone in the stone cell.

About the Author

Jo Bissell started writing in middle school with fantasy stories inspired by books such as The Hobbit, and in fact once turned in a journal project written entirely in Dwarfish Ruins. She then explored fanfiction and short speculative fiction writing. Now, after many years of study, she spends most of her time working as a full time physician caring for hospitalized adults. When she is not writing or doctoring, she enjoys reading, watching movies, traveling, archery, thrift store shopping, and snowboarding. She currently resides in the Iowa City, IA area with her husband and two cats.

Beyond the Reach of Judgement is Jo Bissell’s first original novel which evolved out of a 2012 National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) project. She also has a short speculative fiction piece, His Eyes, available for Kindle. Future planned novels include a sequel to Beyond the Reach of Judgement, other works of urban fantasy and paranormal romances, and a science fiction novel. She continues to participate in NaNoWriMo.

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Friday, June 27, 2014

Getting Close is Dangerous... Connecting Strangers by Rachel Carrington.

Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over Rachel Carrington, author of Connecting Strangers, Discovering Emily Series, Book 1, a Romantic Suspense. So cozy in and learn more about this book then check out a fabulous interview!

Date of Publication: July 21, 2014 
Word Count:  67,000
Cover Artist: Elaina Lee of For the Muse Designs

Book Description

Getting close is dangerous…

He’s too close, and I start to fidget, needing to keep my hands busy so they won’t grab hold of his shirt. Because that’s what they want to do. Draw him closer. So I can Inhale his scent. Taste his skin.

I didn’t run because I was in an abusive relationship; I ran because my soul was being crushed. I’d forgotten how to live, how to be happy. Running out of gas in a small town, I catch the eye of the local sheriff when the very last thing I want is to come under the scrutiny of the police. I left my boyfriend with blood on my hands, and I know as soon as the wound heals he’ll come looking for me.

Adam Madison draws me to him so easily I can’t even pretend to fight. And the closer we get, the more combustible we become.  I’ve never experienced such passion or power. My need is as great as his, but I’m sure he’ll walk away from me once he knows my secret. No other man would stay.

I’ve had enough complications in my life. I’m not looking for more, and that’s exactly what Adam is—a sexy, magnetic complication with secrets of his own. And with my ex on the hunt, I can’t risk bringing him down with me. But he won’t leave…even when vengeance could kill us both.

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Let’s interview!

If you had to sell your book based on one run of dialogue (start quote to end quote), which would it be?  

“So we’ll do this together because the only place I can imagine being is with you.”

Did you enjoy writing one scene above all the rest? If so, share. 

I did really enjoy writing the scene where Emily gets arrested. I tried to bring so much emotion into that scene, and I guess I’ll find out if I succeeded when the readers let me know!

Tell us about your favorite writing environment. Is it indoors, outdoors, a special room, etc.

On my bed. In my pajamas. With my laptop. I can write anywhere, but this is, by far, my favorite place. 

What sources do you use for research? 

For the suspense portions, along with the internet, I have scores of books on police procedure, forensics, and building a case. It helps that I’ve been a paralegal for twenty plus years as well, and I have a close friend (more like a brother) who is a former cop. 

I used to work for a criminal defense attorney so I have some background into setting up a criminal case. And I’m extremely fortunate to have a really close friend who is a doctor. She can usually answer any medical questions so I don’t have a victim die from something that wouldn’t kill her ordinarily. I want to make my books as realistic as possible so I draw from resources who won’t lead me wrong.  

I joke with my friends that I still haven’t used some of their careers yet, but I will eventually get to them in my writing.  

It’s time to promo. What is your favorite marketing tool?  

This one is so hard to choose because I love social media, but I’m also a huge fan of word of mouth marketing and what I like to call obvious advertising. That’s where I give out book bags with my website on them along with a catchy phrase as well as things I know others will use in public.  Business cards are great, but they’re easy to lose. I prefer to use something I know people will actually utilize because it gets my information in front of more people. 

Are your book/books available in audio? In other languages? If so, give us more details about where we can get them and what languages they’re in. 

Right now, I have seven books in audio which are available from Audible.com, iTunes, and Amazon. Another book is in narration right now, and Connecting Strangers will be made available, too. 

How long have you been writing? How long have you been published? 

I’ve been writing since I was sixteen (and that’s as much of my age as I’m going to tell). I’ve been published since 2002, and I’m happy to say that Connecting Strangers is my 50th published work. Several of those fifty are out of publication now, and when I read back over some of them, I see how far I’ve come.

What genre/genres do you prefer to write? Are there other genres you’d like to write in the future?

Once upon a time, I would have told you that I prefer writing paranormal, but over the last year or so, that’s segued to romantic suspense. I’ve written romantic suspense in the past, but, for the most part, I focused on paranormal like vampires. Now, I like creating the drama and suspense, getting inside the head of a creepy killer, and making sure the bad guy gets what’s coming to him. 

I’ve always wanted to try young adult, and I did write a novella in that genre. I’m not sure so I could tackle a longer story, though. For now, I think I’ll stick with what I love. 

Do you prefer to write short stories, novellas or novels? Why?

Definitely novels. I feel constrained when I’m writing a short story, and I’m always checking my word count to make sure I don’t go over. I recently wrote a novella for Still Hungry For Your Love, a zombie romance anthology, and it was difficult for me knowing when to wrap it up. There were scenes I wanted to put in, but then I worried I’d end up going over word count. 

Don’t get me wrong, though. I love writing novellas when I’m in the frame of mind to write them. My entire Spirit series are novellas. The stories just came to me, and I wrote those stories so fast. My novels usually don’t get written so quickly. 

Do you write books in series? If so, share a bit about the series you currently have published or are coming soon. 

I love writing books in series. I have the Vampires Destined series published, the first two books in the Spirit Series (Souls Divided and Sharing Our Souls) with two more books on the way. I also have the Hot Magic series from Ellora’s Cave.

Connecting Strangers is the first book in the Discovering Emily Series. I’m working on the next book now, and I anticipate at least a third book, maybe even a fourth, along with a novella or two for some secondary characters. 

If you could make changes to a story you’ve already written, which would it be and why?

I couldn’t just pick one story because I have several books out there where reviewers have picked up on something missing from the storylines, and I’d love to go back and change them. Unfortunately, if I did that, I wouldn’t have time to write new stores. 

Short Excerpt

I close my eyes and slowly squeeze the trigger. The shot sounds so loud I jump backwards. But the bullet hits its mark, tearing a hole through Mark's shoulder. With a curse, he falls to the ground. I know I haven't killed him because he's making so much noise and trying to scramble to his feet. So I snag the keys from the hook by the back door and run.

He'll come after me which means I don’t have much time to get a head start. The mud tries to suck my shoes off, but I clench my toes while Mark’s promise bounces around inside my head.  

You’ll always be mine.

At the time, I thought it was romantic, but I was only eighteen. What the hell did I know? It didn’t take me long to learn it meant Mark doesn't take no for an answer. In high school, his determination was a compliment. Nowadays, it would get him arrested...if we didn't live in a town that worshipped him.

Shaking so hard, I have a hard time jabbing the key in the ignition. Relief floods through me when I can finally start the 2000 Volvo my grandmother got me when I graduated from high school seven years ago. 

As I gun the engine, I see Mark's reflection in my rearview mirror. He's made it to his feet, and though blood is dripping down the front of his shirt, he’s running after me.

The Volvo kicks up plenty of dust and gravel when I stomp on the accelerator, showering Mark with enough pebbles to bring him to a halt. His loud curses follow me down the old, dirt road where our clapboard home sits. It’s the one his daddy built us once he knew Mark wouldn’t be leaving town anytime soon. 

Staying in rural Broomtown, Kentucky definitely hadn't been my choice. That had been all Mark. After my parents died, I wanted to get as far away as possible to start our lives fresh, but Mark, well, he figured since he was going to be trapped in a dead end job once his dreams of playing football were over, he might as well do it around family. 

I keep looking in my mirror to make sure he isn't following me, and I don't dare relax until I make it to the highway. Even then, the trembling continues. 

Ten miles down the road, I realize I left my purse on the kitchen counter, and I have no money and less than a half a tank of gas. In a car that chugs gas like this one, that isn’t going to get me very far. But anywhere is better than Broomtown with Mark. 

A tear trickles down my cheek, and I swipe it away. No more tears. I have cried enough for him. When I was still young and foolish, I thought Mark and I would be together forever. I know now that forever can be a hell of a long time when the love of your life morphs into a raving lunatic. 

My heart aches when I think about what we had once. We were the love story everyone dreams about. Me, the head cheerleader, and Mark, the captain of the football team. I still remember the night the Broomtown Broncs won the state championship. No one thought a team from the sticks could win such an important title. Mark had carried me on his shoulder through the cheers and the drums. Then he had to go and do something stupid for a senior prank that changed everything. 

I switch on the radio to drown out the memories, but they've always been louder. The thump of the wheels hitting pavement releases some of the pressure in my chest, and my shoulders begin to relax. I might not be free of Mark forever, but tonight I wouldn't have to listen to his drunken complaints. 

The Volvo's lone headlight illuminates the long, winding road ahead then bounces off the side of a white car heading in the opposite direction. I wish I could stop the person, warn them where there going. That road dead-ends in Broomtown. Hopefully, the driver doesn’t have plans to stay long. It’s the kind of place that sucks you in and while you’re there, it drains your soul a little piece at a time until you’re moving in slow motion. Just putting one foot in front of the other. 

My hand smells like gun powder, and though I wipe them one at a time on my jeans, the smell won’t go away. I still see the blood, too, even though none of it got on me. There’d been a lot of it, though. If I hadn’t seen Mark get up and walk with my own two eyes, I would be worried I’d killed him.

As much as I want to get away from Mark, I couldn’t kill him. It’s certainly not that I love him anymore, but taking a human life just isn’t in me. Hell, taking any life. Mark and his best friend always made fun of me when I wanted to set the mice free from the traps rather than kill them. Mark had better be glad that’s the type of person I am.

 Static replaces the low, monotonous voice of the town’s only radio broadcaster. I switch off the sound, and a flash of blue catches my eye in the rearview. I lift my gaze, and my stomach sinks. A cop is behind me, and the blue lights insist I pull over. 

Damnit. With one hand, I direct the car over to the side of the road while I reach for my purse that isn't on the passenger seat where I always drop it. Then I remember I left the house without anything but my clothes and keys. Double damn. 

I hear the squawk of the cop's radio as he approaches the side of my car. His long, black flashlight taps against the driver's window, and I sigh, knowing the only way out of this is to tell the truth...well, some of it anyway. 

Blinking rapidly against the glare of the light, I press the button to lower my window. My gaze tilts upwards and connects with hazel eyes. A sinfully handsome face causes my breath to stall in my chest. The man standing outside the window of my Volvo is a cop, and I should give him the proper respect, but finding my voice proves impossible. 

The darkness doesn't allow me much of a view, but it's enough to make my nerves dance. I glance at his full lips and realize they're moving. He's talking to me, and I blink several times in an attempt to regroup. My hand fumbles on the seat next to me.

"I-I'm sorry, Officer. I left my purse at home. I do have a driver's license and insurance, but I was in a hurry. I didn't even think about it, honestly." I babble on for a few more seconds until the cop interrupts in deep, throaty bass.

"Have you been drinking?" He shines the flashlight into the interior, and the beam slides over my denim-clad legs before sliding up my thin t-shirt.  I hadn’t had the time to grab a coat, and as cold as it is outside, it’s no wonder my outfit looks suspicious. His gaze pierces mine again while he waits for my answer.

I attempt to swallow, but the lump in my throat is the victor. "No, I haven't." But I don't blame him for asking. 

"Would you step out of the car, please?" He opens the door and takes a step back to give me room.

Trembling, I follow his command, closing the door behind me so I can lean against the coldness of the steel. A gust of frigid wind lifts the hair off the nape of my neck, and the trembles segue to shivers. 

The officer drags his gaze back to the interior of my car before fixing it on me again. He’s staring at me, and I don’t like it. I’ve had just about enough of me treating me like I’m a piece of meat. Of course, now isn’t the time to get defensive. Instead, I return his stare, but I have to look up, way up, to face him. "Do you mind telling me why you stopped me?" I silently congratulate myself on the composed question. 

He juts his chin toward the front of the Volvo. "You have a headlight out."

If only he could see how relieved I am…Something as simple as a headlight, I can deal with. "Oh, that. Yes, I know. I've been meaning to fix it, but it just keeps slipping my mind. I'm sorry." I lift my shoulders in an apologetic manner, but the stern look on the cop's face remains.

"What's your name?" The look on his face dares me to lie.

"Emily. Emily Murdoch." I accept the challenge by using my mother’s maiden name which is also my middle name. 

"Where do you live, Miss Murdoch?" 

Shit. The last thing I want is for him to know my real name. Living in Broomtown has taught me that cops cannot be trusted. As gorgeous as this one is, I still won’t let my guard down. I paste an easygoing smile on my face and lie again. "Juniper Springs."

His eyebrows lift, and my heart pounds. Did I say something wrong? Can he tell I'm lying now? "Really?"
I stick to my story, replying with only a stiff nod. 

"You mind if I take a look inside your car?"

“Not at all.” I move away from the door and wave my hand as though granting entrance to my minions. What else am I supposed to do? If I said no, he’d have come up with a reason to arrest me. That’s what all cops do.

His concludes his search quickly and straightens to face me. "It's too dangerous to be driving these dark roads with only one headlight, Miss Murdoch. I suggest you get it fixed first thing tomorrow morning." He switches off the flashlight. "Drive safely."

I watch him walk away while my legs threaten to collapse. Once back inside my car, I take in great gulps of air and lean my head back against the rest. But something tells me I shouldn't be relieved. The cop bought my story too easily. Which probably means he didn't just find me by accident. 

A sick feeling settles in the pit of my stomach. Mark is already on the hunt. 

About the Author

I started writing years ago, and my first attempt was a contemporary romance that will never see the light of day. I think I may even have thrown it away by now. It was absolutely horrific as I knew nothing about well…anything to do with writing.

After that, I started writing fantasy romances about wizards and wizards, and once those took off, I segued to paranormal romances (hello, vampires and ghosts) and romantic suspense. 

I also write articles for various magazines, including The Writer’s Journal, Writer’s Magazine, Writer’s Weekly, Writing for Dollars, Absolute Write, Freelance Writing.com, and Funds for Writers.

I’m fortunate to make my home in historical Charleston, South Carolina. Beautiful city. Beautiful people. When I’m not writing, I love to read, watch Bones, Castle, Blue Bloods, and Hawaii Five-O, create videos, keep Target in business, play visitor in my city, and drink lots of coffee.

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Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Secrets. Danger. Revenge. The Art of Love and Murder by Brenda Whiteside.

Welcome! Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over wonderfully talented author, Brenda Whiteside, who will be chatting about her latest release, The Art of Love and Murder. So sit back, relax and enjoy!

Brenda, the floor's all yours…

Thanks so much for having me today, Sky. I’m excited to have your readers learn about my latest release and the first book in my series. I also hope everyone enters my rafflecopter drawing for a $25 Amazon gift certificate. The more you enter, the more you win. Click HERE to view all the blogs on my tour.

Before I begin a novel, a character study evolves. My favorite part of writing is building characterizations. Some of what I know about my characters never makes the book. 

For instance, Lacy’s adoptive parents, Arlo and Sarah, are deceased when the book begins. What you won’t find out is that Arlo and Sarah Dahl were hippies in their younger days. They settled down in Scottsdale, Arizona but did volunteer work on the reservations near Flagstaff, Arizona. During one stay up north a small plane crashed killing everyone on board including Lacy’s parents. You will read that the baby girl, Lacy survived.

Chance Meadowlark, Lacy’s romantic interest, is a sheriff. What doesn’t come out in the book is the upcoming election has him worried. The man running against him plays dirty. Chance had enough trouble with Lacy, a pushy sometimes girlfriend and murder. I decided to leave out his election problems.


Lacy Dahl never questioned her past until the deaths of her adoptive parents and her husband. A husband who wasn't what he seemed. Her research uncovers secrets about the mother she never knew; secrets that dispute the identity of her father and threaten her life. 

Sheriff Chance Meadowlark is still haunted by the murder of his wife and the revenge he unleashed in the name of justice. When he meets Lacy he is determined not to become involved, but their pasts may make that impossible. As they move closer to the truth, saving Lacy may be his only salvation. 

Lacy begins to think the present is more important than her past...until Chance's connection to her mother and a murder spin her deeper into danger and further from love. Will the truth destroy Lacy and Chance or will it be the answer that frees them? 


Momentarily struck dumb by his eye color, she stared back. Why hadn’t she noticed until now? Although not as light as hers or her father’s, the professor’s eyes were a startling green shade.

His hand nudged her arm. “Lacy?”

She jumped. “Oh, yes.” She slipped the tissue from the half-carved wolf. Another glance at his eyes and goose bumps riddled her arms.

He lifted the wood close to his face, using both hands as if handling a delicate hummingbird. His thumb traced the neck of the creature to the juncture of where it emerged from the wood. When he brought the piece to his nose, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, Lacy wanted to turn away from the oddly erotic gesture. 

He swallowed, opened his eyes and set the wolf back on the tissue. His attention shifted to the photograph of the chest. He touched the photo, a smile on his lips. “Where is the chest?”

The chest. Like he knew it, had seen it before. “I’m having it sent. You’ve seen it before?”

He didn’t move, stared out the window as if deep in thought. “I’d like to show you something, Lacy.”

“All right.” She waited, watching his profile.

He turned and stared into her face a moment. “You’re so very lovely. A creation full of life and passion, surpassing any art form.”

His hypnotic voice floated on the classical strains drifting from the living room. She couldn’t speak. Didn’t know what to say. She’d been lifted upon a pedestal of admiration. With any other man, she might consider his words a means to a sexual end. The professor’s intentions, however, were crystal. He admired her like a work of art. 

Purchase The Art of Love and Murder  at The Wild Rose Press, Amazon and All Romance eBooks.

About the Author

Although I didn’t start out to write romance, I’ve found all good stories have to involve complicated human relationships. I’ve also learned, no matter a person’s age, a new discovery is right around every corner. Whether humorous or serious, straight contemporary or suspense, all my books revolve around those two facts. 

Visit Brenda Whiteside

She blogs on the 9th and 24th of every month at http://rosesofprose.blogspot.com
She blogs about prairie life and writing at http://brendawhiteside.blogspot.com/

Monday, June 9, 2014

Motorcycle Clubs. Shifters. Werewolves. The Secret Wolf by Ana W. Fawkes.

Today it’s my pleasure to spotlight The Secret Wolf, A Full Moon Mercy Novel, Book 1 by Ana W. Fawkes

Genre: paranormal romance, motorcycle club, shifter, werewolf

Publisher: Hundred to Home

Number of pages: 185
Word Count: 57,000

Book Description

Welcome to the world of FULL MOON MERCY.

This isn't just a book about a MC... this is about a brotherhood, a group of men who share a bond not just within the MC, but within their souls...

They're men. They're beasts. They are... FULL MOON MERCY.

Sitting next in line to run Full Moon Mercy Motorcycle Club, Lucas Trowwer has kept his fair share of secrets. Whether it's the cover up of murders in town or the fact that all the men that sit at the table are truly beasts on the inside, Lucas knows the line between paranormal and reality is very thin.

When bodies start piling up in town, the evidence points to a rival shifter crew looking to take down the MC, and the last thing Lucas needs is to save an innocent woman and fall for her. His trust must now reside in a woman who is beyond beautiful... and completely human. If things couldn't get any more confusing, a one night stand from Lucas's past comes forward with news that could change the path of Full Moon Mercy and Lucas is trapped within secrets, romance, and bloodshed.

There's a war brewing in the town of Mercy... and deep inside Lucas's beast of a heart.

Available at Amazon

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About the Author

Ana W. Fawkes is the best selling author of several series including, BY HIS COMMAND, WITH THE ROCKSTAR, and the new smash hit shifter MC romance, FULL MOON MERCY.

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Twitter: @AnaFawkes

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Friday, June 6, 2014

Passion Flares. Sparks Fly. Vow of the Highlander- The MacLomain Series: Next Generation.

Welcome! It’s hard to believe it’s almost officially summer. In my neck of the woods, leaves have sprouted, the grass is green and flowers are in full bloom. Inspired by watching nature come to life, I’ve spent the last few months writing the next installment in The MacLomain Series- Next Generation.

In Mark of the Highlander, we followed Colin MacLomain and McKayla but were introduced to several new characters. In fact, though they’d just met, sparks already flew between Bradon MacLomain and Leslie. Well, as you might’ve guessed, theirs was a romance that wanted to be told! I had a blast getting to know both better and discovering how they'd push past their differences to find true love. Allow me to share my latest release, Vow of the Highlander

A successful literary agent, Leslie has no desire to be part of the infamous connection between her Broun heritage and the MacLomain clan. But Fate is finicky and determined to thrust her through time into the path of the laird’s brother.

Bradon MacLomain made a vow to save his sister. Unwavering, relentless, he will travel the whole of Scotland to bring her home safely. When sharp-tongued, strong willed, Leslie ends up on his venture, he’s soon torn between his commitments and her distracting presence. Passion flares. Sparks fly. Truths are revealed. Only a sweeping journey into the rugged highlands will reveal if a modern day woman and a medieval Scotsman can see through promises made in, Vow of the Highlander.


Only five steps into the courtyard and already one clansman was circling her, a flirtatious grin on his handsome face. Somehow it was all infectious and as determined as she was to stay by McKayla’s side, she soon found herself in the arms of first one then another Scotsman. Some were her height, many taller, but none as tall as the man who she eventually ended up dancing with.

“I hear I had you worried.”

It took everything she had to look into Bradon’s deep, green eyes. She hated how aware of him she’d become. How her heart seemed to clench a little too tightly. “Don’t overthink it.”

“Ah, so I did have you worried. ‘Tis good,” he said softly. “Every lad should have a wee bonnie lass or two to welcome him home after a good battle.”

She arched a brow and found it easier and easier by the moment to look at him. “Or two?”

“Or three even,” he replied easily, an irritating grin on his face.

“What happened when you left us?” she asked, determined to steer the conversation away from him thinking her an easy target.

“They followed,” he said as if she should have that figured out. “And I evaded.” He shrugged. “Then I killed a few.”

“Why are you not covered in blood then?”

“Because I’m not brutal.” His eyes dropped to her lips before returning to her eyes. “‘Tis not a difficult thing to find water and bathe, lass.” 

He did seem rather fresh…in more ways than one. “So will the MacLeod’s be showing up at the MacLomain’s doorstep once more?”

His hand slid lower down her back and he pulled her closer. “Nay, lassie. ‘Tis time to relax.”

She pushed him back a fraction and frowned. “I can relax just fine without being up against you.”

“Can you then?” But he didn’t let her go too far. His hand cupped the side of her neck. “The muscles here.” His thumb ran around the back, giving her shivers. “As well as the muscles here.” He pressed slightly. “They are like stone.”

Her eyes dropped to his strong neck then the wide chest covered by his tunic. Being close to this man was a very bad idea. But for the life of her she couldn’t pull away. 

Find Vow of the Highlander at Amazon  and  Kobo.

Coming soon to Barnes and Noble, iTunes and Google Books. 

Wrath of the Highlander (Book 3), Faith of the Highlander (Book 4) and Plight of the Highlander (Book 5) coming soon!

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Son of Dragons by Andrea R. Cooper

Today it’s my pleasure to feature Andrea R. Cooper, author of Son of Dragons, Book Two in the Legend of Oblivion Series.

Book Description

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.

Crimson Romance     Amazon      BN     iTunes

Books in the Legends of Oblivion Series

The Garnet Dagger – Book 1

Cursed in Shadow – Book 1.5

Son of Dragons – Book 2

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Let's hear from Andrea!

They say you are only as old as you feel. I wonder if watching cartoons count as helping feeling younger?

If you enjoy your kids’ Disney movies, but wish they were more “adult”, then try Anime. And no, this isn’t your “Speed Racer” from the sixties (no offence, I watched that show in reruns when I was little).

Some of these are stand-alone movies, others are series, and a few have both a TV series and movies. All images are copyright free to share, use or modify, even commercially.

Warning - many of these are not suitable for children.

I would advise watching them without the kids first, and then use your own judgment.

10. PONYO this is a great movie for kids. This would be lower on the list if my kids did not watch it all of the time J



7. WITCH CRAFT WORKS – this series is refreshing in that it has the heroine rescuing the hero


5. SPIRITED AWAY – should be ok for older children, but watch first before showing them.

4. FULL METAL ALCHEMIST – this has series and movies.

3. GHOST IN THE SHELL – another one with both series and movies.

2. HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE this one might be all right for older children. (note: image is not official from the movie. I could not find a copyright-free image except this one)

1. INUYASHA – I have never wanted two cartoon characters to get their romance on more so than Inuyasha and Kagome.

How about you? Do you watch or have you watched anime? If you watch an anime for the first time, because I have listed it here, please let me know what you thought J


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.


“We are introduced to new and wonderful creatures, and meet up with those we know and love from the first book, as each character's unique role and journey begins to intersect... and each will have a pivotal role in the outcome of an epic battle that is about to take place. Deception, self discovery, and sacrifices will be made, as each character's true role is uncovered... and in these magical lands, nothing is at it seems…Still, the book builds on the last with new and enchanting worlds, exciting creatures, and breathtaking originality. ..A really fun read, and a complimentary addition to the Legends of Oblivion series!” 
-4 1/2 stars Moonrise Book Blog

About the Author

Growing up in Houston, Texas, Andrea has always created characters and stories. But it wasn't until she was in her late twenties that she started writing novels. 

What happened that ignited the writing flame in her fingers? Divorced, and disillusioned by love songs and stories. They exaggerate. She thought. Love and Romance are not like that in the real world. Then 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).

Andrea writes paranormal and historical romance. When not writing or reading, one may find Andrea dancing in Zumba. 

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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