Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Win a $25 GC: Falling for Sarah by Cate Beauman


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Widow Sarah Johnson struggled to pick up the pieces after her life was ripped apart. After two years of grieving, she's found contentment in her thriving business as photographer to Hollywood's A-list and in raising her angel-faced daughter, Kylee... until bodyguard and long-time friend Ethan Cooke changes everything with a searing moonlight kiss.

Sarah's world turns upside down as she struggles with her unexpected attraction to Ethan and the guilt of betraying her husband's memory. But when blue roses and disturbing notes start appearing on her doorstep, she has no choice but to lean on Ethan as he fights to save her from a stalker that won't stop until he has what he prizes most.

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“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay, kid. I’m trying my best here. You’re all right.” He moved the wipes over the baby’s bottom. “This stuff’s like cement. Man, I’d rather be in an alley with three UZIs pointed at my head.” With Kylee’s tiny baby butt clean, he clumsily placed the new diaper under her and swore again when he realized the tapes faced her stomach. Her legs moved about in her outrage, making it hard to flip the diaper around. “You’re not exactly helping me out, kiddo.” He adjusted the diaper and fastened the tapes.

“There.” He buttoned the onesie, muttering a curse when he mismatched the snaps. “Screw the pink outfit. This will have to do. You’re worked up. I’m worked up.” He placed his hand under Kylee’s neck and head, scooping her bottom up with the other, like he’d seen Sarah do earlier. Kylee’s cheek rested against his heart, and her cries turned to whimpers, then stopped altogether.

“There you go, sweetheart. That was pretty awful, huh? I don’t know about you, but I think I’m going to have nightmares for weeks.” He walked to the rocking chair with Kylee and sat down, sliding his palm along the peach fuzz on her head as he moved the chair back and forth. “I think I was about to cry myself, but let’s keep that between us, okay?”

“Here you are.” Sarah peeked in the room with her mass of blonde hair twisted up in a towel on top of her head. Her face was left unframed, showcasing big, exotic eyes, high cheekbones, and a lush Cupid’s bow mouth that smiled until she zeroed in on the mess on the changing table. “I see Kylee needed a change.”

“Don’t even ask. It was exhausting and traumatic for both of us.”

About the Author:
International bestselling author Cate Beauman is known for her full-length, action-packed romantic suspense series, The Bodyguards of L.A. County. Her novels have been nominated for the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, National Indie Excellence Award, Golden Quill Award, Writers Touch Award, and have been named Readers Favorite Five Star books. In 2015, JUSTICE FOR ABBY was selected as the Readers' Favorite International Book Award Gold Medalist, while SAVING SOPHIE took the Silver Medal. SAVING SOPHIE was also selected as the 2015 Readers Crown Award winner for Romantic Suspense and FALLING FOR SARAH received the silver medal for the 2014 Readers' Favorite Awards.

Cate makes her home in North Carolina with her husband, two boys, and their St. Bernards, Bear and Jack. Currently Cate is working on Deceiving Bella, the eleventh novel in her popular Bodyguards series.

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Thursday, May 26, 2016

Win a $20 GC: The Madness of Mercury by Connie di Marco


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Astrologer Julia Bonatti never thought her chosen profession would bring danger into her life, but her outspoken advice in her newspaper column, AskZodia, makes her the target of San Francisco’s recently-arrived cult leader, Reverend Roy of the Prophet’s Tabernacle. The followers of the power hungry preacher will stop at nothing to quell the voices of those who would stand in his way and Julia’s at the top of his list. She’s willing to bet the charismatic Reverend is a Mercury-ruled individual, and she knows all too well that Mercury wasn’t just the messenger of the gods, he was a trickster and a liar as well.

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I glanced down at the map with one eye on the road. I had covered a lot of ground. The turnoff to Ardillas was ten miles away. My cell phone rang and I glanced at the number. It was Don. I hit the button to answer.

“Julia. Where are you?”

“On the 101 about ten miles from Ardillas.”

“Listen. I’ve dug up some newspaper articles from the New Orleans area about a couple who got involved with the Prophet. Then I discovered they had written a book, an exposé really, about six years ago.”

“That’s great. I’d love to get my hands on that.”

“Julia . . .”

“Maybe I could locate them and talk to them.”

“That might be difficult.”

“Why?”

I was greeted by silence. “Don? You there?”

“I’m here, Julia.” Don was silent but I could tell the line was still open. “They were murdered about a year after the book came out.”

A cold knot formed in my stomach. “Murdered? How?”

“Home invasion, at least that was the official verdict. No one was ever charged. A lot of people still harbor the suspicion it was an execution for betraying the Reverend Roy.” Don was quiet for so long I wondered if I had lost reception. “I think you should turn back.”

I wasn’t used to being worried about, much less someone asking me not to do something. Don had a point, but I know what a stubborn cuss I can be. Just his asking nicely felt like an order and it put my back up. It’s not a trait I’m proud of, but I have an irresistible tendency to do the exact opposite of what I’ve been told to do. Sheer contrariness, I guess. Don’s pleas were falling on deaf ears.

“I can’t. I can’t see the point of turning around now that I’m almost there. Don’t worry. I plan to talk to the Sheriff and scope things out. Maybe I can get help from that quarter. Mostly, I just want to locate Eunice. And if I can get in and talk to her, then I can at least tell Dorothy where things are at.

I heard his exasperated sigh. “Stay in touch, okay?”

“I will.” I clicked off just as the sign indicating the town’s one exit sped closer. I flicked on my turn signal even though no other cars were near – force of habit -- and moved over to the far right lane. The exit appeared and I turned off, heading east onto a lonely two lane road.

About the Author:
Connie di Marco is the author of the upcoming Zodiac Mystery series from Midnight Ink featuring San Francisco astrologer, Julia Bonatti. The Madness of Mercury, first in the series, will be released on June 8, 2016. Writing as Connie Archer, she’s also the national bestselling author of the Soup Lover’s Mystery series from Berkley Prime Crime. You can find her excerpts and recipes in both The Cozy Cookbook and The Mystery Writers of America Cookbook. She is a member of Mystery Writers of America, International Thriller Writers and Sisters in Crime. You can visit her at her website or Facebook.com/ConniediMarco (Author) and Twitter: @askzodia.

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Win a $20 GC - Spirit of the Northwoods by Auria Jourdain

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MediaKit_BookCover_SpiritOfTheNorthwoodsStruggling to settle into a new school, junior Shannon Colfax finds herself entangled in a feud with popular football jock Brent Duray after he bullies her autistic twin brother, Shane. After an unlikely savior comes to her rescue—Brent’s friend, Cody Williams—the jock and his entourage devise an immediate retaliation plan: Duray promises to leave Shane alone if Shannon and Cody survive the infamous Paulding Light Challenge on Halloween night. Desperate for vindication, they take the dare...but are the local legends truly paranormal, or are they dealing with something more sinister?


















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“Bye Shanna!” Shane yelled again, looking at the ground as he waved at his sister.

“Bye, Shanna!”

Shannon whipped around, ready to throttle the sarcastic bully that dared mock her brother.

“What an idiot! Who the hell would tease an autistic boy?” Christa stood on her toes, her lips lifting into a sneer. “Idiot is right. Look who it is!”

As the culprit emerged from the crowd, Shannon glared at Brent Duray, the school’s most popular jock. His girlfriend, a petite cheerleader with blonde, blown out hair and a toothpick waist, walked next to him, smirking at Brent’s teasing. As usual, the arrogant football player’s entire entourage followed close behind—mostly members of the football team. Shannon balled up her fists and cursed under her breath.

Christa tossed her head, scoffing in derision. “Duray’s a jerk. Let it go, Shannon.”

The tall, blond boy sneered. “Yeah, Shanna, let it go.”

Shannon’s face flushed with anger as she glared at Brent menacingly. She and Brent had been oil and water from day one when she overheard him teasing her twin. The senior linebacker refused to back down, and they’d been mincing words ever since.

“Leave them alone, Brent. You are acting like an idiot.”

Glancing over Brent’s head, Shannon frowned, unable to recognize the voice that had called out from the back of the crowd. “Who is that?”

“Cody Williams!” Christa’s face lit up as Duray turned toward the dissenting voice, her excited whisper echoing in Shannon’s ear.

MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_SpiritOfTheNorthwoodsAbout the Author: An avid reader from an early age, Auria Jourdain has fond childhood memories of spending quiet afternoons with a book in her hand. She loved the "happily ever after" sweet teen romances, and when she came of age, she plunged into the world of historical romance with fervor, transporting herself to a bygone time. Her favorites were Regency, but as a girl brought up in a common home, she was disheartened that most of the novels of this era focus on the nobility and wealth. Auria set out to write her own romance, encompassing her passion for French Revolutionary history and her innate sense of goodwill for the common man. An idealist at heart, she writes heroes and heroines that struggle to find acceptance in their world.

To go along with this theme, two years ago, Auria wrote a Young Adult novel during NaNoWriMo for her 17 year old autistic son who is struggling to make his own way in the world. Looking to educate people about this mysterious disorder, she wrote Spirit of the Northwoods for him and set it in their hometown in the Upper Peninsula. Her release coincides with Autism Awareness month, April 2016, and all proceeds for this novel will be donated to the Autism Society of America. Auria hopes that someday we can break down the social barriers and forgo stereotypical judgments that harm our world so that people like her son can form positive relationships with others.

Auria lives in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan with her husband of twenty years, her four children (ages eight to eighteen), and two golden retrievers. A rather new transplant to the area, she loves the changing of the seasons, and she is currently working on a contemporary romantic suspense trilogy set in her rough and rugged homeland. Silence the Northwoods is set at a local ski resort in her hometown of Ironwood, Michigan—the ski capital of the Midwest. Silence the Waters takes place during the summer on the dangerous river ways that flow into Lake Superior in the Keweenaw Peninsula; and Silence the Birchwoods is an autumn tale set on Sugar Loaf Mountain, near Marquette, Michigan. All three involve murder, mystery, and romance, of course.

Auria spends her the long winters plotting and scheming her next book, and in the mild summers, she and her husband devote every waking moment hiking and kayaking the Northwoods. An amateur photographer, she lives fifteen miles from the shores of Lake Superior, and her muse has been piqued by the awe-inspiring beauty that surrounds her. Although she hasn’t officially acquired “Yooper” status yet, she can’t envision living anywhere else.

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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Win a $10 GC: Second Chances by Nancy Pennick

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Kate is ready to start a new life in a great city. Determined to follow her dream, she left college to write a book. Arriving in New York City, she vows to live in the present, not the past. Easy for most to say, except she has a secret. Kate is a time traveler. She met the love of her life back in 1927. But he’s here now. No looking back. No going back.

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Drew sat next to her and placed his arm around her waist. “You loved the canyon, Kate, sometimes more than this life. I feel bad because I still do, and you’re so sad. But I have an idea. Something I’ve been thinking about while you were gone. Let’s make a deal. I won’t mention time travel again and you think about going to Lucinda’s wedding. That gives you until September.”

Kate decided to play along. “I like the idea. Lucinda’s wedding was wonderful. I’m glad it still happens whether we’re there or not.” Good luck getting me there.

“I’m glad we learned the things we do leave memories.”

“And change history. No matter how hard we try not to.” She leaned her head on Drew’s shoulder.

“Didn’t you tell me long ago, that perhaps it was meant to be?”

“I stole Maya’s old saying, ‘what will be, will be.’ She gets all the credit.” Kate lifted her head to look at Drew. “Sometimes I think that saying is her excuse for going back in time. She was the first to go back, to change history.”

“Don’t you remember you also said, ‘maybe it was meant to be’? Carl Jr. wouldn’t have been born. I wouldn’t be here. I should be long dead and buried.” He laughed had a sarcastic tone. “Well, maybe only the dead part. They never found my body.”

Kate gasped. “Don’t tease, Drew. My dad did the right thing bringing you here. He knew I couldn’t live without you.

About the Author:
After a great career in teaching, Nancy found a second calling as a writer. She loves to travel, garden and have a good cup of tea nearby. She is the author of the young adult series, Waiting for Dusk. Those characters inspired her New Adult series, Second Chances.

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Thursday, May 19, 2016

Win a $50 GC: Take Me to the Willow by Shelly Brimley


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Creating Lily


When I think about what messages I want to convey when I write, I am compelled, for some reason, to write about struggle. The things that result from struggle are the things that make us real and raw, no pretenses, no façade. When you are wading through the mud, you go from wanting designer heals to wanting sturdy, water resistant boots. That’s what I like. I like to see people’s focus shift. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with liking nice shoes, I’m just making the point that necessity changes us. It makes us more aware of what really matters. Struggle forces us to think about necessity, and it motivates us to look for greater insight and answers. What that looks like for me is more sincere prayer and a deeper awareness that I am in need of divine help in order to handle well what comes my way. Lily is a woman who was acquainted with the true essence of struggle from the very beginning, and it left her a woman who craved depth and genuine love. She learned early on that things mean nothing and people mean everything, and what she wants more than anything is to create for her own family what was never provided to her as a child.

I believe that many people, if not most, are the result of their nurturing, or lack thereof. It is exceptional when you meet someone who defies the odds and does what is unexpected, one who decides she wants something different than what the psychology books predicts will happen based on life experiences. This is why I admire Lily. She is exceptional despite the fact that she’s not “supposed” to be. Lily believes that love is the answer to all of life’s problems, and even if it isn’t, it’s at least worth a try.

In defending his life-long friendship with Charlie, Will may have inadvertently had a hand in the growing chaos that leads to the horrifying night when his familiar world is shattered.

When Will Wright, the eighteen year old son of a small-town Arkansas sheep herder in 1905, begins reading his mother’s journal, he is inspired by its startling content to start putting his own experiences to paper for posterity. An unsophisticated but principled young man, Will is becoming increasingly aware of the hatred that exists in the world. When he begins his own journal, Will can’t know what events are to take place in the next five years – from his mother’s battle with a life threatening illness, to his embarrassments of learning how to be in love for the first time, to witnessing Charlie’s fate at the hands of the bigoted townspeople. While part of him wishes the pain in those pages didn’t exist, he knows that the original purpose for keeping the journal has been realized - to show his kin how he became the man he is. He will probably never go back through and read again the pages he’s written, but someday, someone will, and they will see that along with the hurt, Will’s life had been one that knew true joy, absolute love, and undying friendship.
Enjoy an excerpt: I’ve only been in this cell for three days, but it feels like a might lot longer than that. I know what I did wasn’t considered proper by most folks down here in the South, but I don’t regret doin’ it. And I’d do it again, if I had the chance. Charlie never did anything wrong. He’s just colored. Not much he can do about that, and even if he could, I suppose he wouldn’t want to anyhow. I didn’t feel it right that Charlie be ignored when all he came to do was buy feed and tools like the rest of us. So when Eli Carver said he don’t take no “colored” money, I thought it best to point out that he must be blind as a bat since Charlie’s dollar and my dollar are both the same shade of green. And when I held the two right in front of Mr. Carver’s face and politely asked him to show me the difference, he later told Sheriff Coleman I was threatenin’ and causin’ a disturbance. When I heard that, it just made my blood boil, and I decided Eli Carver needed to be taught a lesson. I went back to that store, although Charlie tried to get me to leave it be, but the next thing I knew, I was holdin’ Eli a foot off the ground against the door to his very own supply store. If Sheriff Coleman hadn’t been right there, I might have been able to argue my side, but there’s no point arguin’ against proof and common sense. Besides that, Sherriff Coleman is known for his feelin’s about colored people, so I knew I was beat before I started. I suppose I just didn’t care. About the Author:
Shelly Brimley was born in Flagstaff, AZ, where she lived most of her life until moving to Mexico to study abroad. After graduation, Shelly did some volunteer work in Africa and completed her graduate degree while working in an adolescent drug treatment center. After acquiring her Master’s degree, she worked as a counselor at a residential shelter for children who had been smuggled and trafficked into the USA from different countries around the world. She also taught English to adult refugees before resigning to raise her children. Shelly wanted to use her experience working with others as a source of inspiration in her writing, offering a voice for those who are not typically heard or considered.

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Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Win a $15 GC: Psychic Readings Done Here by Tanille Edwards


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Three young girls go to a psychic after pooling their allowance money together. It’s been thirteen years and none of the prediction have come true until today. They face turbulent times in their lives that will make them stronger and bring them back together. The power of true, unceasing friendship and love conquers all. And the help of a psychic along the way doesn’t hurt.

The predictions a psychic made thirteen years ago bring three young women at the height of the most critical moments in their lives back together. Through their friendship, these young women learn about love, life, and cherishing what matters most.

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Diane and a woman are sitting across from each other at a round table with a deep burgundy cloth on it. Diane, who is in her early fifties, and the woman, in her early twenties, are engrossed in a serious conversation with intense eye contact. Diane, who has short, gray hair, is trying to reach an understanding with the dark-haired woman.

I see the path people take during their lives as if they were movies on a screen. It could be the words spoken by one, a touch given, or a simple stare that gives me insight into a person's life. I try to be an adviser to my clients, but I can only tell them what I see, not what they want to hear. I have been in the same location, in the same small town, for over 20 years. I moved up North after my mother passed away. In her honor, the honor of the lineage I share, I continue our work. I come from a long line of healers. There was a time when our folks could not get to a hospital—we had to learn to heal ourselves based on traditions passed on from the motherland. My people used remedies from the earth, things like black tourmaline crystals, raw honey, herbal roots like John the Conqueror root, and plants like Rose of Jericho to heal. Sometimes we are healing life situations, sometimes we are healing health. We learned old wives’ tales and used our secondary vision to lead us to solutions for others. Along the way, I was taught something many grapple with. You see, people can change their short-run destinies, but they can never change their fate.

The woman leaves. Diane heads toward the curtain that covers the doorway of the back room. She pulls the curtain to the side and walks through the doorway. On the other side of the curtain, there is a small kitchen area and a table. On top of the stove sits a teapot. Diane, who is wearing a red apron, reaches in the cabinet and takes out a teacup and a saucer. She pours tea in her cup and has a seat at the table.

What has been disturbing me since I woke up this morning is a dream that I had last night. My dreams are like a compass. They tell me the direction things are going.

Diane moves her fingertip around the teacup rim very slowly and watches the tea steam.

Recalled to me was a reading I did for three young girls almost twelve years ago.

Twelve-year-olds Rachel and Vanessa are standing with eleven-year-old Cassandra at the door of the shop. Diane walks from behind the curtain of the back room.

“Hi, how may I help you young girls?” Diane asks.

“We want a reading,” Vanessa says. She has long, wavy brown hair.

“Yeah, the sign outside says a reading is ten dollars,” Cassandra says. She has long, dark curly black hair in ponytails.

“Calm down, Rachel. Just act cool,” Vanessa says.

Rachel, who has short blonde hair, puts ten dollars on the table. The money is in singles, quarters, dimes, nickels, and pennies.

“Well, I don’t usually do groups,” Diane says.

“Oh,” Rachel exclaims.

The young girls all look at each other.

“We can leave,” Rachel says.

“What?” Vanessa says. “Give us a moment,” she tells Diane.

The girls huddle together.

“Look, guys,” Cassandra says. “I need to find out my designer destiny. Will I grow up in the life of riches, wearing Gucci everything?”

Vanessa replies. “Even more important than your Gucci dreams is my career. At age twelve, I don't have a career yet. This is serious. My parents are all over me. All my cousins already know what they want to be when they grow up! Rachel, don't mess this up. This family holiday, I'm coming prepared with an answer for the career question.”

Vanessa approaches Diane as the group’s spokesperson. “So, can we still get a reading?”

About the Author: Tanille is the co-author and creator of the children's green book series "Jordan & Justine's Weekend Adventures." She is also the author of the new media young adult novels with music "Cameo by Tanille," and "Broken by Tanille."



The Undercover Starlet Journal is a title Tanille created to inspire young women and has extended Undercover Starlet into brand extensions that appear throughout her novels.

Tanille has been writing music and books since age 16. She earned an MBA at 21 and graduated magna cum laude.



Readers of her latest young adult romance novel "Broken by Tanille" get free music downloads of her new Pop R&B hits "All of Me," "Feel It," "Baby Comeback to Me," "It's Not Okay," and "What's a Girl to Do" all written, performed and co-produced by Tanille.



The Undercover Starlet Reading Project is a new project we've launched, tasked with inspiring young teens in urban communities to reads and express themselves. We are committed to going above and beyond to reach youth with inspiring messages.

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Win a $15 GC - The Secret Door by Stephanie Burkhart


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It's 1927 and Lord Zoltan Kristos, Hungary's Minister of the Interior, takes great pains to hide the fact he's a werewolf from the world. Despite his efforts, he's recognized when he goes to the Austrian-Hungarian border to inspect the area for damage from a recent rare earthquake.

Zoltan is accused of stealing Kurt Meklau's witch, Inna, and is recklessly followed to Volturn Manor, a residence belonging to another werewolf family, the Vargas. After a fight with Meklau, Zoltan barely escapes and his adversary is found dead.

Sophia Varga and Tomas Martin find Zoltan. Sophia is determine to attend to Zoltan's injuries and protect her home, but when Kurt's father, Marcus, comes seeking revenge, Sophia is tested like never before. As Zoltan and Sophia work together, attraction and desire flame between them.

Will the secrets Volturn Manor harbors offer Zoltan and Sophia the clues they need to defeat Marcus and give them the opportunity to explore their feelings for one another?


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He looked her over seductively. His heart skipped a beat with desire. She rubbed the lotion into her hands and placed them on his stomach. He groaned, reaching out with his left hand and threading his fingers into her hair, jerking her head back so they were eye-to-eye. She set her jaw. His pulse pounded. Something intense flared between them, yet she kept her hands on his abdomen. Encouraged, Zoltan tugged her toward him, pressing her chest against his. Her nostrils flared and her brow furrowed in confusion.

He stopped, reminding himself he needed to offer a choice. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

"No." The sound of her denial was weak. He held her close.

"Do you want me to release you?"

"No."

"How should I solve my predicament?"

"I don't know."

"I do." He leaned close, her sweet fruity scent sending his senses into overdrive. He placed his lips on her jaw and kissed her.

About the Author:
Stephanie Burkhart is a 911 dispatcher for LAPD. She was born and raised in Manchester, New Hampshire. She served 11 years in the US Army and currently calls Castaic, California her home. Stephanie was married in Denmark in 1991 and has two young sons. She adores chocolate and is addicted to coffee. She writes paranormal, contemporary, and steampunk romance and has two children's books published with 4RV Publishing.


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Friday, May 13, 2016

Win a $20 GC - Talisman by Colleen Charles


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Soul Mates


I recently read a blog post by one of my favorite coaches where he discussed the topic of soul mates. Many of us have heard the quote about how some people come into our lives for what seems like just a moment of bliss. Not because we love them any less but because love is meant to reflect our own imperfections back to us. These types of soul mates come to impart that knowledge and then they move on. And that is okay.

I’ll admit that it’s been a struggle for me to let go and allow people with which I share a soul connection to leave and just be grateful for my journey. To allow my heart to remain open. Sometimes, the heartbreak associated with lost love seems just too difficult to bear. I think that’s why I became a romance author where there will always be a happy ending to every story. You know when you pick the book up how it will end. Because of that knowledge, the reader can just enjoy and feel all the turmoil throughout because the emotional roller coaster will be worth it in the end.

What if we’re not meant to love only one person? Especially as women, it seems we’re taught to hold on to the love we receive in an iron grip and never let go. What if we’re supposed to let go of the outcomes? What if some of the people we love are meant to leave so they can gift their love to another even more deeply with the lessons they learned while loving us?

If you’re madly in love with someone for three days, three months or three years, that is special. It was meant to be. Instead of analyzing it, talking about it and judging it, what if we simply held space? Held gratitude for the gift? We all need to be joyous for the love we’ve organically shared with others, even when it ends. It’s ending for a reason and it just means something even better is waiting around the next bend, as long as the heart remains open to receive it.

I hope you enjoy my #1 paranormal romantic comedy, Talisman. The journey of Penelope and Luke is riddled with pitfalls, much like I’ve mentioned above. But this couple belongs together and nothing is going to keep them apart. Just one kiss to break the spell …

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Just one kiss to break the spell...

That's all she needs.

Cursed by a jealous witch, Penelope DeLacroix's spells are all going wrong and backfiring, creating havoc in town. The vengeful witch won't quit until she has all of Penelope's powers. And all it will take is one perfect, heartfelt kiss from Penelope's one true love to put an end to all this turmoil.

The only problem? Penelope has no idea that Dr. Lucas Collier, the compassionate local veterinarian, is in love with her. Nor does he know that she's in love with him. They're both too stupid to figure it out.

But I know.

And I have to do something about it.

But what can I do?

I'm only her cat.

What?

Every witch has a cat.

I'm hers.

I'm Talisman.

And I'm going to fix this.


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“Jessie! It’s so great to see you,” Penelope exclaimed as she strode forward and enveloped the much older woman in a warm embrace. “I don’t think I’ve seen you since this summer when you were accepting your first place award for your apple pie at the Shadow festival. Did you bring one with you? I just love your pie.”

Jessie grimaced, her face a contorted mask of wrinkles and sadness. Maybe loneliness. I’m really smart and talented but I’m not a mind reader. Who knows what had prompted this surprise visit from the old bat.

Jessie padded her plump figure over to Penelope’s armchair in the receiving area of the shelter where Pen’s desk sat, all worn mahogany and ornate scrolls. She liked to spend quiet evenings there doing paperwork while she allowed the animals to roam free around her. She’d speak to all of us in her lilting tone not knowing that we understood her perfectly.

And we wanted to respond, we really did. Unfortunately, we could only communicate with each other and had to use gestures and actions to try to get through to our mistress. Even though Penelope was a witch from a long line of ancient witches, her powers didn’t involve any kind of telepathy as some other's did.

As Jessie sank in to the overstuffed chair, a whooshing noise exploded throughout the room when the air escaped from the cushions under her ample girth. Too. Much. Pie.

About the Author:
Colleen Charles is the pen name of Tami Stark, #1 Bestselling Author on Amazon. After 26 years in Corporate leadership at a Fortune 500, I discovered people within the organization lacked integrity. I'd always known deep in my soul that I was trying to fit a square peg in to a round hole since I'm the typical creative type. I miss my staff but I don't miss the corporate world. It's been said that the Universe will let you know if something isn't right for you. The first time, it will hit you with a pebble. Then a brick. Then a boulder. Let's just say that I got flattened. When my fifteen pound toy dog, Nigel, was threatened, I knew it was time to say goodbye.


It's sad but true.

Here's what I found within the first thirty days of being free. Writing stories from my heart that readers love means more to me than working myself in to an early grave for people who only care about their bottom line.


My heart has never been more full and my soul has never been more satisfied.

I've never worked so hard in my life but it doesn't even feel like work. It's worth it. All of it. Because it's about the joy that's found within the journey. The highs and the lows because I get to write stories for all of you.


Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading, enjoying and recommending the stories that I write. When you share my work with others, nothing is more rewarding. Your word of mouth is my very best friend ... that, and your reviews. There is nothing more important to me than all of you.


I love to hear from my readers and answer all communications personally.

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Win a $25 GC - Diamond in the Rough by Lori Robinett


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Ranch hand Aidan Brackston has built a new life at the Diamond J, and he keeps women at arm’s length to protect his secret . . . until he walks into the local scrapbook store on an errand for his boss. When he accidentally knocks Gina on her ass, she respond with a slap . . . and the fireworks begin.

Single mom Gina Montgomery has her hands full running a business and taking care of her little boy. The last thing she needs is a man in her life, but when a tall, dark and sexy cowboy strides into her store, she’s reminded that she’s still a young woman with hopes and desires.

Just as passion ignites between Aidan and Gina, her little boy is kidnapped by rustlers. Will the two of them be able to save her little boy . . . even if that means exposing Aidan’s secret?

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She gave herself a shake. Ridiculous. That’s what this whole thing was. How could she even think about being attracted to a man, much less some minimum-wage making cowboy? If she ever did allow herself to fall for a man, he would have to be perfect. A solid, respectable man with a good job, who was kind and caring and thoughtful. Preferably good looking.

Granted, this guy met the height and weight requirements.

But he looked dark and dangerous, which she didn’t need in her life.

She took a deep breath, gathered her thoughts and pointed to the display. “Here are some blank cards, or you could do something on 8 ½ by 11 paper. Do you prefer cards or flyers?”

He shrugged. She let her eyes wander up and down him one more time. Waves of dark hair peeked out from under his black Stetson, probably permanently curled around his hat. Yes, he definitely had the physical attributes her dream man would have, even the blue eyes, but cowboy didn’t fit into her equation anywhere.

She pulled a plastic bag from a hook and held it up. “A card would be my suggestion.”

He took the package of blank cards from her, and his fingertips brushed hers. His hands were rough and calloused, a working man’s hands, yet his touch was gentle. The cowboy turned the package over and looked at it from every direction, doubt clouding his tanned features. His hat dipped slightly on his forehead as his dark eyebrows pinched together in a frown. He glanced at her and asked, “What do I do with them?”

About the Author:
Lori is the author of four books, and serves as a mentor for aspiring writers. She is a creative soul trapped in a paralegal’s body. Several years ago, she discovered (and won) National Novel Writing Month and rediscovered the joy of escaping into a world of her own creation.

She lives in rural Missouri with her husband. One very spoiled Miniature Schnauzer and Miniature Beagle allow Lori and her husband to live in their house, and the outside is patrolled by BK (short for Barn Kitty) and Patches (a sweet tom cat stray that missed his calling as a lap cat).

Her novels cover everything from romance to thrillers, but mystery is the thread that binds them all together. Her favorite authors are Tawna Fenske, Tierney James, Colleen Donnelly, Allison Merritt, Lisa Medley, Lea Waite, Susan Mallery, Hugh Howey, HP Mallory and, well, the list goes on and on.

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Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Win a $15 GC - No Reason to Hide by P.H. Turner


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A Special Note from the Author:

Amazon's Kindle Scout program has accepted my latest mystery, No Reason to Hide. Kindle Scout is reader-powered publishing for new, never-before-published books. It’s a place where readers help decide if a book gets published by Kindle Press. Please click my link https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/3J7NFQQ1E13CJ and vote for my novel by clicking the Nominate Me button. My book stays in the Kindle Scout program until May 22.You're not committing to purchase the book. As a thank you from Amazon and me, you will receive a free ecopy of No Reason to Hide if the book is accepted for publication. Please share with friends and thank you!

Evil knows your name,

Navajo cop Jessica Akee finds the body of a young male sprawled in the weeds behind a convenience store on the Reservation. What at first looks like just another gang killing is a far more disturbing murder. On loan from the Phoenix PD, top cop Charlie Stone partners with Jessica to find the killer. She harbors a dark secret, but Charlie isn't going to let her keep it...

he extends his hand,

Jessica's younger brother runs with a Native gang, dabbles in rituals best left alone, and ignores Jessica's pleas for him to turn away from the razor's edge between good and evil.

and charms you into the abyss.

When her brother lifts the veil between the two worlds, the Shadow Warrior slips in seeking revenge. All that is human of Ricky is stripped away, and Jessica believes the last card has been played, but the Shadow Warrior turns his vengeance on her. Can Charlie save her before the demon claims Jessica as his own and returns to the bottom of the abyss?

Enjoy an excerpt:

My younger brother's grin was triumphant. "Don't play yourself or me for stupid. I'm a Cobra."

"Where were you last night?"

"Oh, so now you're not my loving caretaker. You're a cop." He jacked his pants up to his waist. Buttoning and zipping with only one good hand was hard for him.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that. Knowing where you were last night is caring for you. Answer me."

He barked, "I was home. Mom was there. She can vouch for me. She's working days."

If Mom was working day shifts, she could back him up—if he was telling the truth. If he wasn't, well, I didn't want to think about it. "I'll ask Mom."

"Yeah"—he sneered—"you do that. Check up on the little bro."

"Stop acting like a jackass. You have a family who loves you, and you have opportunities if you don't screw them all up. Here, throw your shirt around your shoulders. I'm taking you home, and then I'm going back to work."

"Is Mom going to be at home?" He sounded like a little boy, and his eyes were rounded with fear.

"Mom will be home after work. Would you like me to pick you up a burger? You can eat before you go to bed. I'll call and check on you until Mom gets home."

"Yeah, I'm hungry."

Still not a thank you, but less mouthy. He needed help getting up on the running board and into my police unit. I drove through Burger King and then on to Mom's house. She lived on the Nation in a weather-beaten single-wide where the three of us had grown up. I vividly remembered the day the front door banged shut behind my Dad. What I hadn't known was his back was the last I would ever see of him.

About the Author:
I call Austin, Texas home now after working on the East and West coasts, the Rocky Mountains, and an island in the Gulf of Mexico. I've come full circle to live and work close to the farm my family settled in the 1850's.

Truth is stranger than fiction, and years in the news business provided lots of peculiar characters and stories to write about. My books are set in my favorite places, the desert canyons and high mountains of the American West.

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Tuesday, May 10, 2016

The Writer's View by Michael Ross


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The Writer's View


My writing space is of major importance in my life.

Very much like the main characters in my novel Hand Over Fist, a few years ago I hit rock bottom in life, and have managed to climb back up. My house and my writing space are a comfort for me when I dwell on those former andbetter (financial) times. I was born and lived the vast majority of my life in Bristol, England, which is a vibrant and wealthy city. I owned and was involved with many successful businesses and turned over in the region of £300 million ($450 million.) After a destructive divorce I went from being a millionaire to insolvent within an eighteen month period. There was no way I could afford to stay living in my home city and was forced to move to the Welsh valleys, where property prices were less than a third of Bristol prices.

But although I now live in a redundant mining community I have a house and views that would be impossible to buy for any sort of price back in Bristol. I have the side of a mountain in front of me and rolling hills with sheep grazing at the rear. Internally I have a large room that takes up the third floor with skylight views from all four sides.

When an old friend disappears, Martin learns nothing is what it seems…

Martin Russell can barely face the future. With dismal life prospects and an estranged family, he is at the end of his rope. When an old friend, Hannah, elbows her way back into his life, Martin’s luck begins to turn around.

Hidden within the shadows of evil, there must be some good…

Ex-policeman Bobby Tanner lost everything one rage-filled night. Now he runs a reading group for alcoholics where he meets a young drug dealer, Zack, who disturbs him in a way that’s hard to define. Bobby soon discovers the teenager is in over his head and has been dealing with a despicable individual known as The Chemist.

The roots of evil run deeper than we imagine…

Martin’s lucky streak begins to unravel when Hannah suddenly goes missing, and he turns to a friend of a friend, Bobby, for help. Thrust into an underworld empire of corruption and half-truths, he learns his friend may not be who he thought she was.

In a shadowed world of deception, stalkers, and despicable drug dealers, Bobby and Martin must uncover the truth, and fast…

Several lives depend on it.


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A large part of The Chemist’s wealth came from something that started out as a petty sideline but now provided an ever increasing income—money lending, loan sharking, pawn broking. It served a double purpose. Obviously it created wealth, but it also increased the footfall of deprived humanity passing through the front door of Shortcross Drive. This meant that when the police did a stop-and-search on visitors leaving The Chemist’s house, all they found were small amounts of cash in new white envelopes. Positive feedback within the local police force went up the line, and it was duly noted that local drug related problems were on the decline. Statistics made fine reading at County Hall and everyone was happy. No matter how much Mario increased the interest rates to his borrowers, people paid their debts. It was an undisputed fact. No matter how much financial difficulty The Chemist’s borrowers were in, they always found a way to pay up. If anybody at County Hall had bothered to correlate the figures, they could

surely not have missed the numbers showing that criminal break-ins and burglaries within a twenty mile radius had increased even more markedly.

The largest amount Mario had ever lent to one person was £1,000. It went to a young local tearaway who was quite happy to agree to repay Mario the sum of £1,200 within three days. The young thug duly turned up on the Friday with the cash and a nice bottle of champagne to go with it. Next day, while Mario was sitting down with his copy of The Sun, he read that there had been a robbery at a Post Office in the Peak District, and that the Post Mistress was in a coma after being attacked with a sledge hammer. The paper stated that the thieves got away with over £6,000. Mario felt something akin to parental pride. Mario carried on lending monkeys and tons to his regulars until he received a phone call that came out of the blue. The request came as something of a shock, even to Mario’s fireproof ears.

“Hello, my name’s Jeremy. I’d rather not go into any more detail over the phone, but I was given your name by Eddie Parsons.”

Eddy Parsons, The Peak District thief.

The rather snooty voice continued, “I want to borrow ten-thousand pounds for ten days. I can pay you back the second of next month. Guaranteed.”

About the Author:
It was a strange and twisting road that led to the publication of my first novel. From my humble beginnings, as an office clerk, to ownership of a multi-million dollar business I always maintained my love for literature.

Born and raised in Bristol, England. I spent most of my life in business, my companies turning over in the region of $500 million. The majority of that time marketing cars, eventually owning the largest Saab specialist in the world, before a bitter divorce forced me rethink my priorities. Particularly between 2003 and 2005 when I had to accept that I was no longer a millionaire but literally penniless. I avoided bankruptcy by the skin of my teeth and slowly rebuilt my life.

This led me to the life changing decision to leave the bustling city and move to live halfway up a mountain in the Welsh valleys. At the same time I started a part time six year English Literature course at Bristol University, and attended creative writing classes at Cardiff University. I left school at sixteen and this was my first taste of further education and an immense challenge.

I eventually adjusted my thinking to the academic life, and on 30 June 2015 had confirmation of my 2.1(Hons) degree from Bristol University. At the same time I also won the prestigious Hopkins Prize for my essay on Virginia Woolf and the unsaid within her text. Now the university courses are finished it will, with any luck, gives me plenty of extra time that I can devote to my fiction writing.

Thanks to the university experiences, my interest in English literature has flourished over recent years. Hopefully I have evolved as a writer from my earlier work in short stories (over ninety of them.) Although interestingly my first three novels have all been developed from a long forgotten short story.

Life is, once again, very good, and I live very happily halfway up a mountain, in the Welsh Valleys, with my wonderful partner Mari, and our rescue dog Wolfie.

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Monday, May 09, 2016

Win a book: The Secrets of Flight by Maggie Leffler


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Estranged from her family since just after World War II, Mary Browning has spent her entire adult life hiding from her Jewish heritage. Now eighty-seven years old and a widow, she is haunted by a lifetime of secrets and fading memories of the family she left behind. Her one outlet is the writing group she’s presided over for a decade, but when a new member walks in--a fifteen year old girl who reminds her so much of her beloved sister Sarah--Mary is certain fate delivered Elyse Strickler to her for a reason.

She hires the serious-eyed teenager to type up her story of a daring female pilot during WWII who gambled everything for her dreams--and both their lives take flight in unexpected ways.

At times laugh-out-loud funny and at others heart-wrenching, this is a story of identity, betrayal, love, hope, and forgiveness.

About the Author:
Maggie Leffler is an American novelist and a family medicine physician. A native of Columbia, Maryland, she graduated from University of Delaware and volunteered with Americorps before attending St. George’s University School of Medicine. She practices medicine in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where she lives with her husband and sons. The Secrets of Flight is her third novel.
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Friday, May 06, 2016

Win a $50 GC: Nighthawks by Jeremy Flagg


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If you could have one paranormal ability, what would it be?

Teleportation. Hands down. The ability to fly would be great, but you’d freeze in New England, and reading minds would mean I’d spend a lot of time trying to cleanse myself from those thoughts. Teleportation, however, would cut down on my commute time, let me sleep in later, and make it easy to stop in and say hi to folks without the pain of getting to where I need to be. And depending on the range, it’d be nice to be able to just teleport somewhere warm for a little while and then head home without the hassle of planes, trains, and automobiles. It’s kind of the perfect superhuman ability (hence my main character.)

What is one thing your readers would be most surprised to learn about you?

I’m a high school art teacher. My background is in art and this is why the main character of my novel has a background in art. While he is not really me, he does have some of my personality traits. I think this simple thing, a background in art, makes both of us have a different perspective on the world. We see beauty in weird places and it creates a certain fascination. I also think in Children of Nostradamus it gives a lot of character to my protagonist in the fact he starts trying to achieve his dream, getting his work seen in a gallery. This is where things initially begin to go horribly wrong for him.

When writing descriptions of your hero/ine, what feature do you start with?

I generally start with what they’re wearing and hair. I do this less because of the physical description, but because they are two things people use to express themselves. We can tell a lot about a person who wears a soft gray cashmere sweater versus a guy in a battered black motorcycle jacket. I also like to take this to include piercings, tattoos and other elements of style people use to express themselves. I think this is essential, both because it allows you to help identify them in the mind of the reader, but also important because it gives pieces of their personality.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I have a general plot outlined early in the process. I know where they will start and how they’ll finish, and sometimes I even know some major points in the middle. Once I have that guide, the rest of my work turns into going by the seat of my pants. I let my characters do the work and tell me where the story will go. If they miss some of my plot then I’ll go back and write it later and just let them do the walking. However, I find most often, if I listen to my characters, they’ll come up with a better plot overall and help dictate how the book will end. Lately, though, I’ve been trying to write out the “beats” of my chapters before I write it, this way I can write at a faster pace. The more words I can write, the faster the novel happens, and for me, that’s when my characters shine the best.

Did you learn anything from writing this book? If so, what?

I think the thing I took away from Children of Nostradamus is that your characters are human. I’m writing in a superhero genre and you think from comic books that your heroes are always the good guys, but mine fell, faltered, and didn’t always do the hero thing. Just because they have abilities that make them more than human, they still have those dark parts of their personality. When confronted with dangerous situations, they don’t always do the “right” thing. I like this because even in their darkest moments we, the reader can see where they fall down and understand why they did. In the second book, it continues to explore this and we watch their descent even more so. I think this made my characters more believable and gives people a chance to connect with them and it helps separate them from their comic book counterparts. I only hope in the future novels they find a way to redeem themselves as the slope continues to get more slippery.

Twenty-six-year-old painter Conthan Cowan takes art to a shocking frontier…

His debut exhibit features the transformation of his high school friend, Sarah, as she went from a shy, soft-spoken girl to a Child of Nostradamus—an individual gifted with extraordinary abilities. Living in a society where the Children of Nostradamus are captured by the government, Conthan’s exhibit draws attention from officials and protesters alike.

A government psychic may be dead, but that doesn’t stop her from manipulating the future…

The deceased White House aide is only remembered for her failed assassination attempt on the president decades before Conthan was born. Foreseeing her own death, she scribed letters to bring together specific Children of Nostradamus on a mission that will change the world.

On the night of the gallery exhibition, Conthan receives one of those letters…

ispers from the past direct him to visit Sarah, the subject of his paintings, who like many Children of Nostradamus, is being detained in a government research facility. It’s there he finds himself aligned with a rogue group of Children on a mission to prevent a dark future.

As a dark future unfolds, there's only one hope to stop the destruction of the world...

The Children of Nostradamus.

Enjoy an excerpt:

Conthan Cowan,

As you ponder the situation laid out in front of you, it is clear that things will never be the same. Before you are many decisions, but alas, beyond this point I cannot see nor predict your future.

You are an element that seems to defy the strands of probability. I fear that before you lies a path that will test the fortitude of your soul. I wish I could give you more than a simple direction. I have done everything in my power to see you safe to this point. I wish I could tell you that somewhere on the other side of the darkness will be you, standing triumphant. However, I cannot. For that, I am sorry. What I can do is start you on your hero’s journey.

Go to Sarah.

With Regards,

Eleanor P. Valentine

About the Author:
I’m high school graphic design and marketing teacher, at a large suburban high school in Massachusetts. Working as a high school educator and observing the outlandish world of adolescence was the inspiration for my first young adult novel, “Suburban Zombie High.”

My inspiration for writing stems from being a youth who struggled with reading in school. While I found school assigned novels incredibly difficult to digest, I devoured comics and later fantasy novels. Their influences can be seen in the tall tales I spin.

I took the long route to becoming a writer. For a brief time, I majored in Creative Writing but exchanged one passion for another as I switched to Art and Design. My passion for reading about superheroes, fantastical worlds, and panic-stricken situations would become the foundation of my writing career.

I participated in my first NaNoWriMo in 2006 and continue to write an entire novel every November. Now I am the NaNoWriMo Municipal Liaison to the Massachusetts Metrowest Region. I also belong the New England Horror Writer’s Association and to a weekly writing group, the Metrowest Writers.

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Tuesday, May 03, 2016

Win a $20 GC - The Honorable Officer by Philippa Lodge

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Hélène de Bonnefoi’s spirit has been squashed by the ever-critical aunt and uncle who raised her. Serving as nanny and stand-in mother to her cousin’s child has saved her from the convent, especially after her cousin’s death. When suspicious accidents threaten the toddler, Hélène overcomes her near-blindness to seek the help of the child's father, a colonel in Louis XIV’s army.

Jean-Louis, Colonel de Cantière, has spent his life proving his worth, integrity, and honor, first to his family and now in the army. When his daughter’s caretaker appears in his camp during a siege, claiming someone is trying to kill the girl, his loyalties are sorely tested.

Hélène must convince Jean-Louis the threat is real. But the true danger is to the heart of a shy young woman who has always loved her cousin’s husband from afar and to the colonel’s desire to resist complicated emotions.


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His first view of Mademoiselle Hélène took his breath away. She was sitting in a beam of light, smiling, her hair glinting gold in the sunlight and her pink lips parting as she laughed.

“Mademoiselle Hélène, the Colonel de Cantière is here to see you,” said the woman.

Jean-Louis bowed deeply, then found his little girl staring at him, wide-eyed. Mademoiselle Hélène’s features blanked, erasing the sunshine he had just witnessed.

“Ondine, chérie,” she said to the girl who peered around her, “it is your papa, come to see us. Get up and curtsey, ma petite.”

The girl stood up on the bench and bobbed clumsily, clutching at Mlle Hélène for support.

Jean-Louis hadn't seen his daughter since his wife's funeral over a year before. He drank in the little round cheeks, the tangle of short curls—shouldn’t her hair have grown more?— her delicate skin, and the huge blue eyes wide in fear. Ondine likely had no memory of him, yet her mistrust cut him to the heart.

“Please, Monsieur, join us for breakfast,” said Mlle Hélène in that soft, shy voice that made him want to protect her.

He gritted his teeth. He was being ridiculous. There was no threat here. Leftover nerves from the battle. Lack of sleep. The argument with the Prince de Condé to get two days to solve the problem. The journey to the inn had sapped what was left of his strength.

He sat across the table from the lady and his daughter and waved Fourbier to a chair. The innkeeper’s wife bringing bread, jam, and sausage.

They ate in strained silence. It had been weeks since he had eaten properly, even though he ate better than his soldiers. “Well, Mademoiselle, I would like the rest of the story of how you came to bring my daughter to a war.”

About the Author: Philippa Lodge is author of the Châteaux and Shadows series of historical romance set in Seventeenth Century France.

Philippa Lodge has been an avid reader since she asked her mother to point out where it said "Ma" in Little House in the Big Woods. She read everything she could get her hands on until grad school in French Studies, at which time she lost her reading mojo.

Only through the twin discoveries of Harry Potter and romance has she gotten her groove back and gone back to the stuff she loved about seventeenth century France: kings, swords, opulence, and love.

She lives in the suburbs of Sacramento, CA with her husband, three children, two cats, and a head full of courtesans (Oo la la!). She edits the newsletter for her local chapter of the Romance Writers of America.

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