Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Stacy Renee Keywell shares Poppies For Christmas

by Stacy Renée Keywell

Genre: YA Romance

A celebration of love without labels. It’s easy to be brave with you by my side!

Popular DJ Dexx finds himself positively smitten by the precociously pristine Poppy Paris. Too bad she’s already taken by an older boy, Declan Davies, a beautiful model with a thriving career, and a perfect family. By a dreamful stroke of chance, Dexx finds himself invited to spend Christmas at the Davies home by a gorgeous girl, granting him the opportunity to pursue the precious Poppy. But in his quest to win her over, he unlocks a world of imperfection and insecurity, where people are picked on for their disabilities, speech, appearance, and eccentricities. For Poppy and her friends, love trumps labels, and everyone deserves a brave friend to stand by their side. What gifts will Dexx discover this Christmas? Will he ultimately find true love, or will he discover something even greater?

You are invited to read a powerful story about living with autism, but not letting it define you, about being bullied, but carrying on with determination and grit, and about having dreams, but not giving up in the face of adversity. Come celebrate something beautiful with Poppies for Christmas.

The Science of Baking

I read somewhere once that cooking is an art. It takes imagination and flare. But baking? Baking is a science. It takes exactitude and precision. It requires patience. It requires dedication. It requires love. A whole lot of love. And well…that’s what I’ve got…love…love for a girl, a special one, one who deserves dedication. So what do I choose to prove my love? I choose baking.

Chapter One


Deep inside my tote, my hand grazed against my faithful sketchbook before I removed it. The metal spirals comforted my fingers as I dragged them across the row of sharp-edged rings. Firmly gripping the book, I flipped it open to a blank page near the middle. I smoothed out the slightly texturized, eggshell white page. I bent down and buried my nose in the crease, inhaling the faint lead pencil scent. It calmed me, readying me to add another chapter to my visual saga.

Spreading my tools around me, hard and soft pencils, a ruler, several firm erasers, and a small metal sharpener, I steadied my hand and cleared my mind, inviting in only the most blissful images of my fantasy. With a soft lead pencil, I constructed an oval blank for the face. Art classes definitely assisted in perfecting the technique, but dedication and talent trumped instruction.

I used the ruler to estimate the proper dimensions. I added eyes, a nose, some crazy-hot lips, all his beautiful features. I gave him expressive brows. I sketched his glossy dark brown hair, shaggy bangs flopping over to the side, covering his ear, exposing that sarcastic, twisted grin on his lips, the same way he looked when he joked around with his friends in the corner of the library during study hall.

A trusty eraser mopped up all of the stray, miscellaneous marks. I blew away a couple gummy shreds before I shaded in his taut jawline. I wiped up the last scattered pieces left behind on the page before I started on adding myself to the portrait. Duplicating the process, I gave myself a hipper, manga-esque look, allowing for a more whimsical likeness of myself.

Poppy and Kit sat at the same long, wooden table, on the opposite side of me. Kit swiped through the pages on her tablet, desperately trying to find the right page number, since she had neglected to tap the bookmark before closing out her chapter the previous night. Nervous oohs and aahs escaped her lips. Poppy, sitting with her legs crossed, jiggled her feet beneath her chair, shaking the table, creating a rattling earthquake under my artwork.

I shot a glare in her direction. “Would you please stop? The both of you! You are driving me crazy, and ruining my picture.”

Poppy and Kit stopped suddenly. They looked at each other, wide-eyed and innocent, two does in the midst of a meadow. Unaware! Clueless! Oblivious!

“I can’t think when you moan that way,” I snapped, addressing Kit. She squirmed underneath her oversized flannel shirt and baggy jeans.

“And, you,” I turned to Poppy. “You are going to smudge my drawing with all of that wild motion going on underneath the table. Can it!”

Their jaws dropped. They both stared at me, wordless.

“Please.” I hugged my journal protectively. Softening my voice, I turned to Poppy and asked her again. “Please?”

“Sorry,” they announced in simulcast, sighing, shrugging their shoulders, lost together in the great woods of their minds.

They looked back down at their own musings. I continued to draw.

In this picture, the two of us relaxed together on a chaise lounge, him with his large, bulbous headphones, and me with my skull and crossbones ear buds. Our eyes drifted in the opposite direction, lids almost closed, in a sleepy trance. My arm draped across his chest until our fingers entwined, intimately. We zoned out to his simpatico beats.

Born with the passion for storytelling, Stacy Renée Keywell spends time stargazing, daydreaming, and creating adventures for her family to conquer. Being an educator for over twenty years, Stacy enjoys studying and sharing her knowledge of culture, philosophy, language, and the humanities. She loves the human spirit, appreciates profound humor, and dreams about the mysteries of the spiritual unknown. Besides following her whimsical dreams, Stacy’s hobbies include singing off tune, dancing oddly yet awesomely, reading as much as possible, and traveling around the globe with gusto. Stacy lives a life of fabulous clichés. Stacy works hard at telling bad joke, and making up amazing new words in hopes that they will one day find their way into the dictionary. She strives to love without labels with her nonprofit movement Project Love Without Labels, which tackles social stigmas and takes on bullying. She vows to bravely stand by the sides of those who need her, especially her two daughters. Stacy, her husband, and her children, live in Michigan in a quaint house in the woods.


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Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Dealing with the Viscount by Clair Brett

Improper Wives for Proper Lords (Book 1)
by Clair Brett

Genre: Regency Historical Romance

Does she dare gamble on the one man who wants her to go all in, or risk losing her most important hand yet?

After making a wager of marriage to settle her father’s gambling debts, Ella Bowen-Thorn Renwick escaped the husband she foolishly began to fall for and disappeared into the Scottish countryside carrying a secret. Four years later, and the owner of her own bakery, she is still not free of the demands of men when a violent and anonymous blackmailer threatens her, her livelihood… and her daughter. And then, there is him…

Viscount Renwick still mourns the wife he began to love before her untimely death-- that is, until he discovers her alive and well living in Scotland. Now, Devon’s face to face with the wife he thought he’d buried and the daughter he never knew existed. He’d like nothing more than to welcome Ella back into his arms, but mysterious and troubling incidents and a history with an unloving father have Ella trusting no one.

Now he’ll do anything, even make a wager he isn’t sure he can win, to reclaim what he lost.

But, if Renwick convinces his wife he’s the husband she always dreamed of and the father their daughter deserves, will the scandalous secret the blackmailer is holding threaten their future together once more?

When he was finished he stood, swept her up into his arms and sat in the rocking chair with her in his lap. She only wiggled her complaint for a moment, then seemed to think better of it and rested her head on his shoulder. He drew his arms around her and just basked in the feel of her warmth, her life. Until a month ago, he thought this an impossibility. He refused to lose it again. Once in a lifetime was all a man could take.

In that instant, he understood his father. He knew why the man had never divorced and remarried. He loved her and the thought of losing another love was too much to bare. It made sense now. With Ella in his arms, her soft breaths warming his ear, everything in the universe made sense. Unwilling to let her go, he gave himself a few more minutes before Ella broke free to leave a note for Penny about what happened, then they made their way outside to his mount and made for the manor. He would be returning early and would explain things to Penny then.

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Dragon keeper and historical romance author, Clair Brett lives in NH with her hard working husband, and two teenaged daughters. Her office staff during the day consists of Cinta, a black cat and the matriarch of the fur babies, Mojo, a yellow kitten who spends his day holding Clair down in her seat to get her word count in, a boxer/beagle mix puppy named Willow, who sleeps next to her chair to make it hard to do an Oreo run without doing a pee run as well, a hermit crab who keeps to himself, and a bearded dragon, who is kind of upper management.

A former middle and high school English teacher, Clair has had a lifetime love affair with reading. Once she read Pride and Prejudice as an extra read in high school, she was hooked. Clair began pursuit of publication when she was a new mother in need of a hobby. Her oldest daughter will be graduating in 2017, so you do the math. Clair is a firm believer that a reader finds a piece of who they are or learns something about the world with every book they read. She wants her readers to be empowered and to have a refreshed belief in the goodness of people and the power of love after reading her work.


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Sunday, November 13, 2016

Melissa shares a missing scene from Coming Home from the boxset Cowboy, Yours

Thank you Liza for having me over today. I want to give your readers a special treat. I’m sharing with you a prologue which was written for Coming Home but wasn’t put in the book. This gives the reader a chance to see Jackson’s high school summer job.
Misssing Scene from Coming Home….

Liza: That sounds fun. Jess! Make me some popcorn! Oh, and for the record, I had nothing to do with the missing chapter.

July 2006
The lightning struck brightening the night sky and highlighting the cows and calves feeding in the field. Jackson sat on his Roan, Windwalker and studied the animals. Tonight he had first watch. His summer job as a ranch hand was a dream come true. After Amherst high school let out on June 5th, he packed a bag of clothes, loaded his car and didn't look back. He'd always wanted to be a Wild-West cowboy. He'd gone so far as to wear cowboy boots and western shirts to school. Out of place in small town, Amherst. But in Montana, he'd come home.
Jackson tugged his jacket tighter around his shoulders and wrapped his bandanna around his neck. The wind had picked up sending a chill through his bones. July in the mountains was very different from summer in Ohio. He'd have been in beach shorts and t-shirts, hanging out at Lakeview, and checking out the bikinis on the sand. Not in jeans and flannel, on top of a mountain.
He inhaled, catching the scent of grass, his horse, and the herd in front of him. Twenty-six heifers and their calves fattening up to replace the older cows which were headed off to the meat plant. The circle of life. Never get attached to the food. Jackson learned the lesson his year in 4-H when his prize sow became someone's rib dinner. It had felt like losing a pet, but he never named another animal again.
Each streak of lightning gave Jackson a chance to keep an eye on the herd and search for predators. Yesterday, another guard had fought off a pack of hungry wolves who'd gone after one of the calves. Luckily, a round of pellets to the alpha's ass sent the rest of the pack looking for another meal. He tapped the butt of his shotgun, comfortable with it close by. The cows were his meal ticket and keeping them safe—his job.
A gritty, dirty job but one he'd dreamed about since watching shows like Bonanza and Gunsmoke on television. A chance to pit himself against Mother Nature and live off the land with good friends. His family didn't understand but they'd been supportive, which was more than Jackson could say for his girlfriend, Stacey. She'd sent him a goodbye text when she realized he'd been serious about his summer job. He'd heard from his sister that Stacey was now dating the star quarterback. Knowing she found someone else relieved Jackson. He knew she'd never fit in on a ranch. If only he didn't have to return to Amherst for his senior year.
Jackson lifted his face and searched the sky. Rain was desperately needed. Many of the creeks had dried up a few months ago, forcing the ranchers to seek out other water sources for their stock. Luckily, the Sweet Spot Ranch had a spring fed pond on their property, but the lack of water had brought the surrounding wildlife in closer. The wolves hadn't been the only animals seeking an easy meal. Rabbits, elk, and deer could also be found around the pond. Thankful for the fresh meat, the ranch hands had taken to rigging traps for the rabbits.
He glanced over at the dozen rabbit skins drying on the homemade rack. Jackson hoped he'd be able to use some of the fur to line his boots before the early snow came in August and before he'd be back in high school. Fur lined boots would keep his feet warm against the cold Ohio winters as well as they did in Montana. Just one more year of school and he'd return, maybe save up some money to buy his own small spread. He sighed.
Another shot of lightning lit the sky. This one was so close, it sent a sizzle down his neck. He grabbed the reins and dug his heels into WindWalker's side, moving him closer to the cows. Strange noises reached his ears. The herd jostled and moved. A soft light glowed behind them. He edged his mount over for a closer look. The smell hit him. Smoke. Not the smell of food over the fire or a good cigar, but the smell of grass burning.
"Wake up, guys!" He hollered as his horse galloped toward the herd. Using his voice and herding skills, he forced the heifers and calves to move away from the flames—to safety and the pond. The herd panicked unsure of where the danger was coming from. They needed guidance.
As other ranch hands joined in, moving the herd, other men started a bucket brigade desperate to put out the fire. Jackson leaped off WindWalker with his gun in his hands, determined to create a break before the fire could get closer to the herd. Using his gun and his boots, Jackson carved out a deep line in the grass.
Suddenly, he heard a loud cry. A shrill noise of fear. He headed in the direction of the sound. As he rounded the hill, he saw a brown calf trapped between the fire and a pack of hungry wolves.
Jackson shook his head and slid a shell into his gun. He lifted it to his shoulder and took aim on the wolf closest to the calf. He wasn't about to leave one of his animals behind. He took in a deep breath, then slowly released it as he pulled the trigger. The kick on the gun sent his shoulder reeling. Keeping his gaze on the wolf, he saw his pellets hit it on the nose. It screamed and turned tail, taking the rest of the pack with it into the woods.
He jumped over the flaming grass and ran to the calf. Unharmed, she quieted when she saw him. Slipping the bandana from his neck, he looped it over his face, covering his nose. He needed to get her back over the fire and return her to her mother. Unable to carry the almost two hundred pound animal, the only way Jackson would get him through the heat was with the help of WindWalker. Whistling for his mount, he smiled as the horse dashed toward him. Lifting the calf's front legs and positioning it over his horse, he lifted the calf so it hung over the neck of WindWalker. He leaped into the saddle and grabbed the reins. Jackson stowed his gun and kept his free hand on the back of the crying calf, hoping to calm it. Leading the calf toward the line of flames, Jackson said a prayer that they'd both get through this. He'd never tried it before but had seen it done on one of his shows.
At the line of flames, the calf balked and almost slipped off WindWalker. Jackson kept his grip firm on it's back. He shrugged off his coat and laid it over the calf's head, with a kick to his horse's flanks, they surged forward. Before the calf could register the heat, she'd gone through it. Jackson leapt off onto the ground and tugged the calf down to the ground. He removed his coat from her head and ran his hands over her shoulders and legs, making sure it wasn't injured. Just then, the skies opened up. Torrential rains fell causing the fire to sizzle and disappear.
"Hey. Is that you, Jackson?" A voice called out.
He turned to see the foreman and a ranch hand riding toward him. Slipping his jacket back on, he led the calf over to the men.
"What happened? We heard a shot." Removing his hat with one hand, the foreman pointed at the calf with his other.
"She got separated from the herd, then trapped by the fire and wolves. Forced to shoot the wolf pack again, I still needed to get her back across the fireline." He unwound his scarf from the calf. Finally released, she cried out. With the returning call of her mother, the calf took off toward the herd.
"Everyone else safe?" The foreman turned to the rest of the group, mounted and waiting with the herd.
"All cows, calves and ranch hands accounted for." One of the hands replied.
"Let's get everyone back to our home pasture. Move them out." Turning to Jackson, the foreman patted him on the back. "If you ever give up ranch life, you'd make a good fireman. Cool thinking under fire."
Jackson wiped at his face and forehead with his bandana. "Thank you, sir." He slung his shotgun over his shoulder and strode over to his horse. Slipping his foot in the stirrup, he slid into the saddle and took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart.
As you can see, Jackson loved living as a cowboy but sadly, he needed to return to Amherst, Ohio when his parents died. He became a fireman and meets the baby of the Wilder Sisters… But you can find out more in the Cowboy, Yours box set available now for only $0.99.

Cowboy, Yours
Make him all yours….
From the best-selling authors who brought you Cowboy, Mine… Fall in love again with six sexy cowboys who know how to make a woman smile.
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Ryelee's Cowboy by Kathleen Ball:
Ryelee Snyder is pregnant and alone. Fortunately, she finds a job as a nanny. Rancher Clint Maloney needs help with his daughter but he never bargained on Ryelee Snyder. Secrets, misunderstandings, and cattle rustling put an increasing strain on their relationship. Will they part or will love allow them to turn to each other?

In a Cowboy's Arms by Krista Ames:
Growing up on a farm with three brothers, Lacey Connelley was not attracted to Cowboys in the slightest. Wannabe cowboy Jordan Cross is the glitch she never expected and he's determined to prove her wrong about him.

The Secret Truth at Dare Ranch by Cheryl Gorman:
A woman struggling to save her failing ranch, overcome the tragedy of her brother's death and one man's determination to preserve his best friend's memory.

Coming Home by Melissa Keir:
Fate threw Shevonne and Jackson together in a desperate search for her missing father. Can a blind woman and the womanizer rely on each other to rescue Mr. Wilder or will insecurities and stress cause their blossoming relationship to self-destruct?

A Totally Different Life by Lyssa Lane:
Queen of Country Music, Miranda Wallen, has been divorced for almost two years with no love in sight. Finn Lindemann loves his job at Happy Trails R&R Ranch. Neither expect the relationship that ensues and both are scared of what it might lead to.

Cooper’s Redemption by D’Ann Lindun:
Elizabeth Adams’ mother travels to Colorado to sell her inherited ranch…and vanishes.
There is no proof JB Cooper murdered his neighbor, but the people of Salt Lick, Colorado believe him guilty. Can Cooper help find Elizabeth’s mother in time? Or will the dark eye of suspicion on Cooper tear them apart?

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Melissa Keir- Bio

For my wedding in Vegas, my books and computer came with me but there wasn't enough room for my wedding shoes. It’s all about priorities! As an avid reader, I was probably born with a book in hand. Luckily my mom was also an avid reader, so it was easy to "borrow" her books when my books were finished.
I was reading from an early age about dashing men on horseback riding to the rescue of strong willed and capable women who didn't really need rescuing. I came to expect that women in fairy tales should have fought their own battles. When I was older, I found Margaret Atwood and realized that women could re-tell history in their own way and I experimented with changing those basic fairy tales.
Fortunately for me, my husband allows me the opportunity to be myself (spend my salary on books) and still takes care of the really important things for me like killing spiders and opening jars. As an elementary teacher, teaching children about the many worlds inside of books is a gift that I’m lucky enough to do for a living. Teaching the next generation to love reading is a lot of fun! Reading the right book can make a new world come alive!
Currently living in the suburbs of Ann Arbor, Michigan with my darling husband, way-too-grown-up children and spoiled dogs, I enjoy getting away through a book to escape the harsh winters or summer road construction.

I’d love to hear from you!
Other Books by Melissa Keir
Wilder Sisters Series:
Charming Chances:
Pigg Detective Agency:
Magical Matchmaker
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Thursday, November 10, 2016

Melissa Foster shares Tru Blue, a sexy stand-alone romance

a sexy stand-alone romance 
by Melissa Foster

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Imagine falling in love with a man, then finding out he was a killer...TRU BLUE is a sexy, dark stand-alone novel written in the same loving, raw, and emotional voice romance readers have come to love, and the deeply emotional literary prose women's fiction readers have come to expect, from New York Times & USA Today bestselling, award-winning author Melissa Foster.

He wore the skin of a killer, and bore the heart of a lover...

There's nothing Truman Gritt won't do to protect his family--Including spending years in jail for a crime he didn't commit. When he's finally released, the life he knew is turned upside down by his mother's overdose, and Truman steps in to raise the children she's left behind. Truman's hard, he's secretive, and he's trying to save a brother who's even more broken than he is. He's never needed help in his life, and when beautiful Gemma Wright tries to step in, he's less than accepting. But Gemma has a way of slithering into people's lives and eventually she pierces through his ironclad heart. When Truman's dark past collides with his future, his loyalties will be tested, and he'll be faced with his toughest decision yet.

"Several emotional topics -- such as drug addiction, abandonment, infertility and unexpectedly becoming a parent -- are easily woven together without making the story feel crowded or overdone. Foster writes exceptional characters that keep readers thinking long after the book is finished... The dynamic members of the Whiskey family are the foundation that holds the group together and they are exactly the reason we're taught not to judge. Let's hope we hear more from all of them!" RT Book Reviews

"Sexy and Heartbreaking....I simply adored this beautifully written romance." Tasty Book PR

"Ms. Foster, went for the gut with Truman and Gemma. Tru Blue is more than a romance, it is a story of love, a story of hope and a story of courage. 10 + stars." Night Owl Reviews

"With her wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read author!" New York Times Bestseller Julie Kenner

"Melissa Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!" New York Times Bestseller Lauren Blakely

"You can always rely on Melissa Foster to deliver a story that's fresh, emotional and entertaining. Make sure you have all night, because once you start you won't want to stop reading. Every book's a winner!" NYT Bestselling Author Brenda Novak

TRUMAN GRITT LOCKED the door to Whiskey Automotive and stepped into the stormy September night. Sheets of rain blurred his vision, instantly drenching his jeans and T-shirt. A slow smile crept across his face as he tipped his chin up, soaking in the shower of freedom. He made his way around the dark building and climbed the wooden stairs to the deck outside his apartment. He could have used the interior door, but after being behind bars for six long years, Truman took advantage of the small pleasures he’d missed out on, like determining his own schedule, deciding when to eat and drink, and standing in the f**king rain if he wanted to. He leaned on the rough wooden railing, ignoring the splinters of wood piercing his tattooed forearms, squinted against the wetness, and scanned the cars in the junkyard they used for parts—and he used to rid himself of frustrations. He rested his leather boot on the metal box where he kept his painting supplies. Truman didn’t have much—his old extended-cab truck, which his friend Bear Whiskey had held on to for him while he was in prison, this apartment, and a solid job, both of which were compliments of the Whiskey family. The only family he had anymore.

Emotions he didn’t want to deal with burned in his gut, causing his chest to constrict. He turned to go inside, hoping to outrun thoughts of his own f**ked-up family, whom he’d tried—and failed—to save. His cell phone rang with his brother’s ringtone, “A Beautiful Lie” by 30 Seconds to Mars.

“F**k,” he muttered, debating letting the call go to voicemail, but six months of silence from his brother was a long time. Rain pelleted his back as he pressed his palm to the door to steady himself. The ringing stopped, and he blew out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d trapped inside. The phone rang again, and he froze.

He’d just freed himself from the dredges of hell that he’d been thrown into in an effort to save his brother. He didn’t need to get wrapped up in whatever mess the drug-addicted fool had gotten himself into. The call went to voicemail, and Truman eyed the metal box containing his painting supplies. Breathing like he’d been in a fight, he wished he could paint the frustration out of his head. When the phone rang for the third time in as many minutes, the third time since he was released from prison six months ago, he reluctantly answered.

“Quincy.” He hated the way his brother’s name came out sounding like the enemy. Quincy had been just a kid when Truman went to prison. Heavy breathing filled the airwaves. The hairs on Truman’s forearms and neck stood on end. He knew fear when he heard it. He could practically taste it as he ground his teeth together.

“I need you,” his brother’s tortured voice implored.

Need me? Truman had hunted down his brother after he was released from prison, and when he’d finally found him, Quincy was so high on crack he was nearly incoherent—but it didn’t take much for f**k off to come through loud and clear. What Quincy needed was rehab, but Truman knew from his tone that wasn’t the point of the call.

Before he could respond, his brother croaked out, “It’s Mom. She’s really bad.”

Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance (M/F, M/M, F/F), romantic suspense, thrillers, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented. Her books have been recommended by USA Today's book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café. When she's not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success.

Melissa has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Her interests include her family, reading, writing, painting, friends, helping others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod.

Melissa is available to chat with book clubs and welcomes comments and emails from her readers. Visit Melissa on Facebook or her personal website.

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Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Liza shares her plans for 2017 and invites you to help on some of her photos.

I've decided to share with you 
my 2017 planned Publications

Technically, the first book will be published 12/30/16 but in my mind, it's the first 2017 book

Scavenger Falters
Sci-Fi Romance
Book 2
Alisha Kane, the Corps’ best flier is promoted to Colonel, in charge of teaching the Corp’s SkyRyders her extraordinary flying maneuvers. The man she loves, Logan, continues to place the Corps first and insists they both remain focused on their work. For Alisha, this means ferreting out the best fliers in a Corps that has systematically forced great fliers into mediocrity. Logan focuses on learning Alisha’s flying techniques so that he can become the hero that the East Coast desperately needs. The result includes fractured ribs and broken hearts, but through it all they never relinquish their love of the Corps. 

Scavenger Vanishes
Sci-Fi Romance
Book 3
Stationed on opposite coasts, Alisha and Logan must each face their own demons and challenges. On the West Coast, Alisha loses her rank for butting heads with her General and soon discovers the life of a private can be utter hell. On the East Coast, newly promoted General Logan discovers his soldiers do not recognize his authority to command. In an effort to retake control of the East Coast Corps, Logan authorizes unthinkable actions. When Alisha faces a life-threatening crisis, will Logan rise above his own troubles or will she discover love and rescue with her best friend Jack? 

Luck be an Angel
A Valentines Special 
Sweet Contemporary Romance with an Angel

Reporter, Ethan Long, is sent into the backwoods of Arkansas to investigate a woman who claims her sixteen boys were born by Immaculate Conception. Not believing in divine intervention, Ethan plans to uncover the identity of the man who continues to impregnate Sara Smith every year, leaving her to raise her sons on nothing but luck and love. He enters their home as a tutor and eventually discovers the truth, but not before he has fallen in love with Sara and her wonderful boys. Now he must face his own crossroad in life and decide whether to follow his heart or his professional obligations.

RANA: Teenage Queen
Young Adult
Rana was only sixteen when she became queen. Her first challenge was quelling an internal coup while a massive army stormed the gates of her castle. Her enemies thought her a child, but she had powers they never suspected. She also had great dreams for her people, and she would do whatever was necessary to make them happen, even marrying a prince she did not want.


Western/Bull Riding
New Adult

Davy Hill goes from obscurity to fame by riding the rankest bull alive. Coming from a life of poverty, the young cowboy expects his life to change for the better now that he’s a successful professional bull-rider. Yet, with every occurrence of good luck comes an equal dose of bad. He suffers a potentially career-ending injury, a string of betrayals, and the shocking deaths of both his parents. Despite all the brutal slams he takes, he keeps getting up, because he’s a bull-rider and they never give up. 

Six Sisters of Shame

Victorian Historical

London, England January 1892
In his second marriage, a marriage of true love, Douglas Marsh has acquired six identical beautiful daughters, who have made a pact to never marry. All are a challenge to the strict mores and interests that young ladies of Victoria England should have, but all are uniquely wonderful.  He strives to match his new daughters to men who can appreciate each girl’s talents and interests. Only one of his daughters wishes to choose for herself, and her choice sets off repercussions that could destroy them all.

Ancient Love
A ghost story spanning centuries

Alice has no idea that a deadly danger follows her through every life she lives. All she knows is for the first time in this life, she is happy and with purpose in a quaint museum located in an ancient castle. Only Rainier, a ghost from the past, knows the complete truth, and a curse prevents him from warning her of the dangers that will end her life, as it has ended all her lives before. But this time, a man of his bloodline has entered the battle, so Rainier is not alone in his fight to keep Alice alive and well from the demon of their past.

Angel of Mercy 
Contemporary Romance with Suspense

Carla Jones accidentally runs over and paralyzes a policeman. She ignores her lawyer's advice and pleads guilty to the charges, and accepts the judge’s ruling ‘that she broke him, now she has to fix him.’ Trying very hard to ignore his outrageous and frequently hateful behavior, she takes the handsome officer into her home and dedicates her life to one goal: making him walk again. She never imagines the twists and turns her life and heart will take the day she brings him home.

Plus, two other books, which I am currently writing.

Book 8 of 
The Adventures of Xavier & Vic


Requires Rescue Book 3
Saving Sentry

I wandered off for hours and worked on different options for Angel of Mercy and book two, Easy Love, but the picture for book two looks nothing like book one, so I'll have to start over or choose one of the pics and redo the other. I would love to know your opinion on which one to save, if any.

Here's the ones I made for book one, Angel of Mercy:

 The story begins with the heroine driving home with a migraine. She's taking back roads rarely used so car lights won't shine in her eyes. She takes a curve and super bright lights completely blind her. She loses her vision and before she stops, she hits something. She calls 911 and then blindly goes out searching for whomever she hit. She finds the guy, but he's at risk of freezing to death before the ambulance arrives, so she moves him onto an emergency blanket an then lays down on top of him with her fur coat over them both.

It saves his life, but he's paralyzed, possibly due to her moving him. He wants her sent to jail, so his buddy charges her. The judge who gets the case thinks it makes no sense to send her to jail and upon getting all the facts, decides since she broke him, she needs to fix him, and if she does, the judge will expunge her criminal record.

Steve is a good looking fellow, but he's a handful and a half, even when paralyzed.

My thoughts: I mentally liked the idea of light hitting her face, but my attempt (center one) doesn't work for me.  
I like the first one because it's really dark and it was really dark that night.
I like the last one because the face rather looks like light is shining on it.

Here's the pic I made for two, which fails to connect to any of the book 1 pics. But the question is, should I be changing two or one, or do you hate them all...

In book 2 Angel discovers the man she thought was her easy love isn't the man she knows at all. He wants a divorce, which she gives him, but he also wants her son, which is not his by blood. The boy is her first love's child who died saving her life. Theirs was not an easy love, but it was a strong one.

This image symbolically shows her drowning in depression. Her wonderful life dissolving before her eyes. She is heartbroken, her son hates her, her recently divorced husband is critical of everything she does and wants to take her son away from her.

I resonate to this pic, but then I'm weird...

So which of the four pics do you like most?

And for those pondering how I can possibly write ten books a year, well, I can't. However, I spent 10 years doing nothing but writing books, and I began to this journey with 130 books waiting to be edited and published. Still, publishing ten books a year is a challenge, and I'm not sure how long I'll be able to do it. But when it gets too much, I'll throttle back and do less.