Awaiting Fate by J.L. Sheppard is on SALE!!

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Awaiting Fate is on sale for $.99!

Fate Forgotten, Fated Immortals 2 will be released August 26! It’s your chance to buy Awaiting Fate, Fated Immortals 1, for just $.99 cents!

Awaiting Fate, Fated Immortals I
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Genre: Paranormal Romance

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Will Cain find Olivia before it’s too late or will their differences tear them apart?

Blurb:

Cain Thaler’s lived more than four hundred years fighting rogue immortals, avenging the family he’d lost. It’s all he’s needed, all he’s wanted. That changes the fateful day he lays eyes on his fated mate. Olivia Waden, a werewolf princess, is nothing like him. Unwilling to give her up, he sets a plan into motion: ignoring his need to claim her, he befriends her.

Despite Cain’s best efforts at friendship, Olivia has fallen hard for him. It is him she dreams of, him she wants as her fated mate. But she is sure he doesn’t feel the same way. In way over her head, she has no option but to run away from the only man she’s ever loved.

Will Cain find Olivia before it’s too late or will their differences tear them apart?

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Excerpt:

AF_Mine“What do you want most in the world?”

You, he thought but left the truth unsaid.

What could he say? He wanted to seek shelter in her arms and comfort in her touch. He wanted to come home to her face, her smile—her. He wanted her barefoot and pregnant with life they created growing inside her. He wanted her to love him so much she couldn’t fathom living and breathing without him. He was already there.

“I want a lot of things, too many,” he finally said.

A cop-out, so the moment he’d spoken the words, he regretted them. He needed her to trust him, but his situation made it difficult. He couldn’t tell her the truth, only a version of it without revealing too many details.

“I want my fated to love me,” he said it so simply.

He hoped she would respond. More than anything he wanted her to ask him if he’d found his. Because he knew if she did, he’d never be able to lie and, finally, she’d know. He waited for her to say something, but she never did, so he found himself gazing at the stars praying he could magically cure her sadness.

He didn’t get his wish, but he did sit with her for hours. He didn’t speak, only listened to the sounds of their breaths, wishing for more.

It was inevitable to want more, more of her, all of her, but for now, sitting in the dark, gazing at the stars was enough.

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Fate Forgotten, Fated Immortals II to be released August 26!

By: J.L. Sheppard

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Genre: Paranormal Romance

FateForgotten_w10675_750(1) Blurb:

Valerie Matlock’s life revolves around her coven. Young and naïve, she knows little about the immortal war brewing until the night her coven is attacked. In the blink of an eye, the family she loves is gone. Devastated, she lays eyes on the angry demon warrior, Jacob Rhodes. A Guardian, he means her no harm, but she fears him as deeply as she craves him. She has to stay away. She just doesn’t know if she can.

The pain of Jacob’s losses have hardened him. He lives for revenge and uses anger like a shield, keeping everyone at arm’s length. He can’t risk losing more. Tragedy strikes, again, and he’s left caring for his four-year-old niece, Annie. The bright girl deserves better than him. But he can’t give her up, not ever. When he sets his eyes on his fated mate, the powerful witch, Valerie, his life gets twice as complicated. Will she accept him, a demon she fears and his adopted child?

Excerpt:

A beautiful stranger sleeping on his couch.

FF_Fear2His heart pounded faster. His chest heaved. Rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans, a growl escaped his lips. A sense of possessiveness overwhelmed him.

Taking a step closer, he pulled in a breath. Shivers ran through his body. Holding back a groan, his jaw clenched.

Breathtaking.

Fascinating.

Marvelous.

And it was no longer a mystery. The haunting scent was hers.

And it wasn’t just her scent, it was her. Striking, everything about her drew him in. His body pulsed, desire to hold her, comfort her, protect her welled inside him. Powerful, confounding, and indescribable. Even now, staring at her he was drawn inexplicably. He couldn’t put it into words, but he couldn’t ignore it. He knew what it was and why he couldn’t control it.

She was his fated mate, the woman granted to him above all others, his other half. There was no question.

He couldn’t help what he did next. Ever so slowly, he drew closer. A mere few feet away, he held his hand over her face, craving with every fiber in his being to feel the softness of her skin against his.

Before he could, her eyes snapped open. Painful jolts shot through him. The pain so unbearable it brought him, a demon, to his knees. The current gone a moment later, but the pain hadn’t faded. Every joint, every muscle ached.

And still, all he could think: her eyes were the perfect shade—honey.

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BIO:

J.L. Sheppard was born and raised in Miami, Florida where she still lives with her husband and son.

As a child, her greatest aspiration was to become a writer. She read often, kept a journal DSC_6799and wrote countless poems. She attended Florida International University and graduated in 2008 with a Bachelors in Communications. During her senior year, she interned at NBC Miami, WTVJ. Following the internship, she was hired and worked in the News Department for three years.

It wasn’t until 2011 that she set her heart and mind into writing her first completed novel, Demon King’s Desire, which was published in January of 2013.

Besides reading and writing, she enjoys traveling and spending quality time with family and friends.

 

Other Books by J.L. Sheppard:

Demon King’s Desire, Elemental Sisters I: January 2013

Burdened by Desire, Elemental Sisters II: January 2014

Heavenly Desire, Elemental Sisters III: September 2014

Running Wild, Hell Ryders I: June 2016

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Beast of All by J.C. McKenzie — Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance Author!

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“Two months ago my world collapsed and the beast reigned.

Seven weeks ago the SRD captured me.

Nine days ago, they injected me with something vile.

Today, I break free.

And tomorrow?

I’ll make them pay.”

 Badass Shifter Andy McNeilly wakes up from a horrible nightmare, only to discover it wasn’t a dream, and she’s no longer quite so badass. Chemically curbed, Andy has lost touch with her feras and beast when she needs them most. Can she regain control of her supernatural abilities in time to reap retribution from her enemies, or will she fall as fodder in a power play for control of Vancouver’s seedy underworld?

EXCERPT:

image1 (1)No feras. No beast. Whatever they shot me with blocked my communication with the animals. Did it prevent shifting as well? I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to call a form and change. Only a headache answered. Dread flittered across my skin. Was this permanent?

As the Carus, the genetic throwback to the first demi-god progeny of the beast goddess, I caged a beast with rage and power rivaled by few, and possessed more than one animal familiar to shift into.

At least, I did until the SRD shot me full of chemicals. Would I ever regain my abilities? Hear the indignant screech of the peregrine falcon? Or the lusty purr of the mountain lion? Or soulful howl of the wolf?

My heart hammered, punching bone. A buzzing sensation filled my head. The “wrongness” of my condition grated against my nerves, slicing them into slivers like a planer shucking off wood shavings.

Something in my abdomen swelled, as if the beast pushed against whatever barrier caged and hid her from me.

I’ll get you out, I told her, not knowing if she could hear. We’ll make them pay.

MEET THE AUTHOR:  Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of View More: http://photos.pass.us/headshot2Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.

 

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Shift Happens (Carus Series, Book 1)

Beast Coast (Carus Series, Book 2)

Carpe Demon (Carus Series, Book 3)

Shift Work (Carus Series, Book 4)

The Shucker’s Booktique (Lobster Cove)

Be My Love (Candy Hearts)

Dangerous Dreams (Moon, Mist & Magic)

A Romance Caper Today @ 4 PM EST – Morgan and I are Guests! Come One, Come All!!!

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Authors Mary Marvella and MJ Flournoy host The Romance Caper today, a Facebook Event.  Drop by and play with Morgan (yes, he is real on the pages of his new novel!), Authors Tony-Paul de Vissage, and others, including Yours Truly.

Time is 4 PM EST, 3 PM CST, Lots of fun, books, prizes, and meet a few new faces on the publishing block.  Good way to spend a rainy afternoon. (It’s raining in Houston!)

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Its In the Blood by Juanita Aydlette — Come meet Juanita!

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Author Juanita Aydlette has graciously agreed to let me grill her…oops, I mean interview.  Sit back, read and learn a little about my guest.  On stage:  (Drumroll)

Tell us a little about yourself, Juanita:

I’m from Shreveport, Louisiana, the only girl with four brothers. I love music, plantingAydlette flowers and I’m a dog lover. I work at an animal clinic.

NOW FOR SOME QUESTIONS

What is your favorite book?

The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks.

What is your favorite movie?

I have several favorites, but to name two of them I’ll say, Meet Joe Black and Titanic.

Who is your favorite historical figure?

Princess Diana

What is your greatest temptation:  

In women: Not sure where you’re going there, but I admire The First Lady, Oprah, Ellen, and Beth Henley.  NOTE:  Juanita answered the Male Questionnaire by Mistake

In food: Almost anything, but Catfish and Mexican food are my favorites.

In clothes: Slouchy shorts and T-shirts, anything comfortable

What is your greatest weakness (example: Mine is cars)?

Ice Cream.

If you could have any kind of car, what would it be?

An SUV that I can program to take me places without me having to get behind the wheel.

Your dream home – mountains or ocean?

Ocean, just to listen to the waves and feel the breeze. **I agree!**

ON TO WHAT WHAT EVERYONE HAS BEEN WAITING FOR:

What inspired you to become a writer? To write this book?

I’ve have the desire to write ever since I spent some time as a military wife in the Republic of the Philippines. I started writing a book about the time that I was stationed there, but never got too far. Still might do it. I loved the Twilight Saga, even though it had already been out two years before I read the books. I just decided that, if Stephenie could do than so can I.

Do you have a daily writing routine?  Please share.

I kind of have to sneak time in during the week, after my husband and pets are asleep, because I work ten hour days. The weekend is when I have the most time to write.

Tell us about your hero.

He’s young, handsome, and head-strong. Very close to his only sibling, his sister.

Is there a heroine in your novel? Tell us about her.

She’s a couple of years older than my hero, but she’s pretty inexperienced at life and relationships.

What do you have out now?

IT’S IN THE BLOOD is my first novel.

What else do you have planned, writing-wise?

I am almost finished with part two to this novel and I have a paranormal mystery and two others in the making.

Where can we find you?  (Social media, web site, etc.)

My website is http://thesouloffiction.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/juanita.aydlette

Twitter: @Juanita Aydlette

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Please give an excerpt from your novel. (cover, trailer, links, etc.)

EXCERPT:

ItsInThedBloodChris swerved like a mad woman, following the narrow path. Then she made a quick detour off the man-made trail. Once again, my arms and legs were slapped mercilessly by overgrown shrubbery—fresh cuts appeared. There was no cleared path, but Christina didn’t falter reaching her destination. The four of us had ventured much farther into the jungle than I’d realized, and now she was going even deeper—but in a different direction.

Lord, please let me survive this and I promise I won’t do it again,” I whispered.

“We’re almost there. Take your feet off the pedals,” she commanded. We swerved to a stop and she got off of the bike.

“Get the flashlight from my back pack. We go on foot from here.”

“What? Where are we going? Josh told us to leave this place.”

“Just come on, Gabby. Hurry!”

I was horrified at the gall of this chick, but what could I do? I was totally helpless in a world that I knew nothing about—her world. “Josh is going to need more medicine.” She snatched the flashlight from my hand and yanked me forward by my wrist. My fingers grew numb from her grip. I was running on my toes like a three year old trying to keep up. We walked for about twenty minutes among flying bugs that struggled to get to the flashlight. I inhaled and coughed—nearly choking—hacking up something which had flown up my nose and down into my throat.

“God help us,” I said.

Chris snickered with amusement. “Look!” She directed the light straight ahead and we stopped. “The flowers open only at night, so you can see them if you’re brave enough to take the risk.”

“What about the medicine for Josh?” I frowned with dismay.

“This is it!” I focused upon this tree which was totally out of place among its neighboring giants. “It’s called ‘Ixcanan Aka,’ meaning Polly Red Heat. I call it “burning bush.” The leaves were lime green with crimson flowers extending from its smooth limbs. Small red berries in plentiful patches hung on the ends. It stood graceful in the light while surrounded by its towering cousins. The larger trees leaned their appendages over to shroud it like a wall of protection. “The leaves and berries are an antibiotic,” she explained. “We’ll make a compress with them, cover his wounds and wrap them in bandages. Let’s stuff as much as we can in my back pack and our pockets.” We hurriedly stripped the icon of its precious beauty. A sense of welcome radiated from the tree as though it was happy to be of service. Then it struck me.

“Wait, you mean we’re not taking him to the doctor?”

“No need to, we have everything we need right here. Hurry, we might be able to meet them back on the trail. He’ll be pissed that we’re still out here, but I know what’s best for him.”

“I don’t believe this.” I shook my head in total bewilderment as I followed my sister-in-law’s direct orders. Where was her head? I knew that, though medicinal plants have been used throughout the ages, the healing process is a slow one. The antibiotic properties in some plants are very minute and they require a lot more frequent and larger doses in order to work. Most plants, the leaves are crushed and boiled in water to make a tea.

After every storage compartment was full, we started walking back to where we left the bike. I held her hand with a solid grip. My fresh bug bites were giving me grief and I did everything in my power not to scratch. I was carrying the back pack by then.

Chris slowed her pace.

“Gabby, I think we’re in trouble.” She stopped in her tracks and called my attention to the flashlight. Its luminescence was slowly fading. As the light flickered out, I cringed at the sight of a different pair of yellow lights gleaming in the dark from behind her in the distance. My expression conveyed the unmistakable message—we were not alone.

In total darkness, a disturbing hush surrounded us once again. The feeding insects no longer buzzed around my head and the humid breeze stopped blowing. Dead leaves crunched as the closely-positioned lights moved near. Finally, a reverberating growl split the silence. The king had returned for his prize.

A shallow gasp escaped my lips. Christina pulled me closer for a last embrace. Our hearts thudded rapidly against each other and we leaned our heads together, waiting for the end. Then it happened. The pair of glowing eyes ascended into the air—then dove towards us, accompanied by an ear splitting snarl. They were met by a matching pair of eyes—head on, and an even louder, more terrifying roar.

“Thank, you Jesus,” Christina whispered.

What?”

We listened to the sounds of massive beasts, tumbling, growling in the dark. I couldn’t even scream for I knew this was our last day on earth—and what was the meaning of her remark? We didn’t heed the warning as we escaped death an hour earlier, and the yelping of one injured animal let me know that it would be over soon. The winner would be coming for us—served on a platter, just as Josh said. I hoped it would be a quick death.

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The Adventures of Anabel Axelrod — Welcome Tracey Ellen

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Blurb:

Come discover the romance book world of Tracy Ellen! If you enjoy the crazy, humorous action of Janet Evanovich, the alpha sexiness of Kristen Ashley, the snarky comedy of Robyn Peterman, and the quirky intelligence of Penny Reid, you might have another favorite author!

Laughter, suspense, and smexy hot love–The Adventures of Anabel Axelrod Box Set is this summer’s most imperfect beach read!

What do you get when a brainy, blonde bookseller who is a magnet for trouble meets a not too tall, deliciously dark, and definitely not handsome new man in town operating under his own secret agenda? The Adventures of Anabel Axelrod ongoing series! Join Anabel’s world as she banters, spars, and drags her heels down the sometimes hilarious, sometimes treacherous, but always twisted path towards true love with the mysterious, seductive Luke Drake. From the first sparks of explosive attraction to the dreaded exclusive relationship, happily-ever-after has never been so elusively fun or so excitingly dangerous! Earning hundreds of 5 STARS reviews, pick up The Adventures of Anabel Axelrod Boxed Set today and fall in lust this summer, too!

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Excerpt Chapter One…

When agreeing to go on a first date with a man, I always avoid being without a getaway car. I have gratefully escaped early from many brutally boring date nights with this sensible rule. I thought of my day ahead and took a few steps back into the dining room. Luke was at the screen door in the living room and had it opened.
“Let’s make it eight. Oh, and I prefer to meet you, Luke. I may want to have your children, but I don’t really know you, right? So where shall we meet?”
Luke gave another crack of laughter like I had said something hilarious. “Anabel, I’m picking you up. Eight is fine.” Across the room, he gave me that appraising look again while his fist tapped out a quick, staccato beat on the wooden door frame. Brow creased, he said, “Listen, I’d really like it if you wore a dress tonight.”
Seeing my surprised wary look at his clothing specifications, a huge grin transformed his harsh face with boyish charm.
He snapped his fingers. “Oh yes, I almost forgot. Tiny pink panties are optional.”
It was extremely difficult, but except for a small moan of agony and squeezing my eyes so tightly shut I saw stars; I stifled my mortification knowing he had seen my bare ass within five minutes of meeting me. These aren’t just tiny pink panties I’m wearing, but a butt-flossing thong.
I opened my eyes to frown very sternly at his smiling face. “Look, Luke, if I break my rule about being picked up can you promise not to dismember me on the first date or worse yet, bore me?”
Pushing the door open, Luke casually shrugged a shoulder. “I never make promises I can’t keep. You may prove irritating.”
I blinked in disbelief. By the time I recovered to retort, I was talking to the screen door.

Stunned, I realized Luke really had left. After a moment of taking this in, I started laughing in rare enjoyment. This first date could prove very interesting indeed. I went out on the front porch to the top of the stairs. He was almost at his truck.
I called out, “You didn’t even ask me where I live, Mr. Will-of-the-Wisp. You’d better show up!”
He opened the truck door and called back, “Somehow, I don’t think finding you will be difficult.” I could see his confident grin. “You’d better be ready when I get there.”
I have to get in the last word; it’s a failing and a gift. “Let it be on the record; I am very disappointed you have something against tiny pink panties!”

Meet The Author…

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Tracy Ellen was born in Indiana to middle-class parents, the third out of five hellions. She often used her supernatural powers to compel her family members to listen to her talk and tell stories. When that tough crowd laughed of their own free will, Tracy knew the world would someday, somehow be her stage. Now she’s a full-time writer living her dream. Tracy’s resided in the Midwest her whole life–in a small town, on a farm, and in the big city. Currently, she lives in the suburbs of St Paul, Minnesota with her husband and family. Stay in touch by checking out Tracy’s website, and then signing up for her monthly newsletter to be notified of new books coming your way, giveaways, and exclusive content. She also has a fetish about giving fun surprise gifts to her lovely newsletter members every edition. (Hint: She hopes that entices you to her website.)

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DRAGON KNIGHT’S RING by Mary Morgan

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Release date: August 12, 2016!!

 

 

Blurb:

Death destroyed their love. Yet, can a trio of Fenian warriors roll back time to reunite two lost souls?

Crusader, Adam MacFhearguis is on one last quest to the standing stones in Scotland where he seeks to bury the past. However, a silent prayer sends him to an unknown future and to his beloved Meggie. When he uncovers a shocking revelation, Adam questions everything about the woman he thought he knew and loved. He may have traveled the veil of ages, but time is now his enemy.

Margaret MacKay lives a life in the future without the memories of her past—her death. When Adam arrives at her door confessing he knows her, she is confused and wary. With each passing day, she yearns to learn more from this stranger. Yet, when a truth is revealed, can she trust the man to unlock the chains from her mind and heart?

Will love free the bonds to unite the two lovers who were doomed centuries ago? Or will evil finally claim victory over the Dragon Knights?

Excerpt:

DragonKnightsRing_w10768_750 Meggie brushed her fingers over the leather pouch. “It feels empty.”

“Are you not tempted to take a wee look inside?”

She snatched her hand back. “I’m not peering inside the man’s belongings. As soon as he wakes, he and his horse can leave.” Giving the horse a firm pat, Meggie walked out of the stall and away from her smirking cousin—only to run smack into her other cousin, Lena.

“Blast,” snapped Meggie, grabbing her cousin by the arm to help steady them both. “Sorry, didn’t see ye,” Seeing the excitement in Lena’s eyes, she stepped back. “What?”

“I hear you have a Highlander in the guest room,” she replied, giving Meggie a wink. “Are you going to share?”

Meggie placed her hands on her hips. “He’s not my Highlander. Feel free to have him, though as soon as he wakes he’s gone from here.”

Lucas strode out of the stables, wiping his hand on a cloth. “I think I’ll go introduce myself, since I think this man bothers you. You keep stating he must leave as soon as he wakes.”

Lena pushed her cousin aside. “No, Lucas. I will go check on him.”

“Ye are both crazy,” protested Meggie. “He’s just a man.” Stepping past them both, she marched away from the stables.

Approaching the entrance of the castle, her nerves tingled and the air cooled. Halting on the gravel courtyard, she slowly glanced up at the guest bedroom window. Gazing down at her was the dark Highlander. His hands were braced on either side of the glass, and Meggie could swear for an instant, she recognized him from somewhere. A dream, perhaps? The look he gave her pierced her soul, and she shivered.

“Impossible,” she muttered. “I don’t dream. And ye are leaving now.”

Breaking from his stare, Meggie entered the castle, almost running up the stairs. By the time she reached the guest room, her hands were shaking. Not even bothering to knock, she pushed open the door and stormed inside.

Her mouth became dry, unable to form the words to order this giant out of her home. His bulk blocked the light from the window as he leaned against the ledge staring at her. She was not one prone to swoon at men—any man, but this one made her a jumbled mess. Moving to the table, she picked up his sword and took it over to him. His eyes widened as she approached and she fell into their dark blue depths.

“I…um…” she stammered before continuing. “Ye should leave.” There, she got the words out.

Instead of reaching for his sword, the man lifted two fingers and caressed her cheek. She gasped, the touch searing her skin, and she took a step back. She could see the look of shock pass over his features, as if he felt the same reaction.

Meggie shoved the sword into his arms and ran for the door. Yet, when her hand touched the handle, she heard him speak.

“Dinnae leave me again, Meggie.”

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dragon-Knights-Ring-Order-Book-ebook/dp/B01HDWY8S2/

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MORE ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  Scottish paranormal romance author, Mary Morgan resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, duringMary Morgan her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.
Mary’s passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn’t until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling–writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.

You can find more information about Mary Morgan here:

WEBSITE  http://www.marymorganauthor.com

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Readers & ‘ritas – Allen, TX – November 11-13, 2016! Come visit!

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Fresh Fiction’s annual weekend event, Readers & ‘ritas, will be held on November 11 – 13, 2016 at the Hilton Garden Inn in Allen, TX. Enjoy author parties, fun panels, and delicious meals at Readers & ‘ritas, all included in the ticket price. Play all day and party all night!

Join authors like Rachel Caine, B.J. Daniels, Rachel Van Dyken, and me!RnR16-AuthorsLindaNightingale

Readers & ‘ritas 2016 theme is Make Me a Match! Will you be the hopeless romantic or the cool headed mystery solver? Find your book genre match at Readers & ‘ritas and meet authors who match you. My genre is Paranormal Romance but I write anything that captures my imagination–dark fantasy, sci-fi romance, fantasy romance, and at the moment I’m working on a contemporary romance.

Register today, space is limited: https://2016readersnritas.eventbrite.com

Without the Piano – the World would BƄ

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I love the piano, and so does Morgan, my hero in my new release.  He’s a classical pianist,

Portrait of woman with grand pianoI love the piano, and so does Morgan, my hero in my new release.  He’s a classical pianist, but has been known to play Mr. Piano Man, in a low-rent piano bar in Charleston, SC while customers too drunk  or too sad to listen stuffed money into a fish bowl.

Now, we all know what the piano is, but I thought I’d collect a few facts about the struck string instrument.  The exact time the piano was invented is uncertain, but its birth dates to the 1700s, in Italy.  The term piano is a shortened form of pianoforte, Italian for the instrument, which in turn derives from gravicembalo col piano e forte and fortepiano.

An acoustic piano usually has a protective wooden case surrounding the soundboard and metal strings, and 88 black…

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Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders by M.S. Spencer

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Mystery Romance: M.S. Spencer

Thank you so much for having me, Milo, and Tristram and my new mystery romance, Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders on your blog today, Linda.

Artful Dodging brings together a cast of eccentric characters, from Milo the heroine, a needlepoint artist, to Tekla, ebony-tressed Russian sculptress, to Jacob, the fanatic environmentalist, to Archie who literally lives in the art center, to the statuesque harridan, Ursula, and finally to handsome lawyer Tristram.

Blurb:

Milo Everhart is waiting out the rain in a pub when she is captivated by the handsome man next to her. Blocking the road to romance are two mysterious corpses who turn up in the tower of her Torpedo Factory Art Center. As if that weren’t enough, a second crisis erupts–a proposal to gut her beloved Art Center.

Tristram Brodie, hard-driving lawyer and former Marine, is focused on his plan to convert the Torpedo Factory into a box store. He is drawn to the beautiful Milo, but their mutual Torpedo Factory Art Center on the waterfrontattraction will be frustrated by both the murders and his intentions. As they edge closer to love, they must find a way to overcome not only their differences but also the still-fresh memory of her late husband.

Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders

Wild Rose Press, 7/20/2016;       Imprint Crimson Rose

Theme(s): Mystery/Cozy Mystery
Contemporary romantic Suspense, M/F, 2 flames

Ebook, 66,830 words; Print 268 p.

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Artful Dodging is set in Old Town Alexandria, an historic cobblestoned city on the Potomac River. Winter there can be quite dreary, but my hero and heroine manage to make their own heat. Although Milo has misgivings about betraying the memory of her dead husband, she allows herself to get a bit carried away in this scene.

Excerpt (R): Milo Takes a Hand (R-RATED)

ArtfulDodgingTheTorpedoFactoryMurders_w10624_LGAll right. Fine. I can see I have to take a hand. So she did. One finger crept down her thigh unobtrusively and walked itself over to the still bobbing cock. She tickled the tip then drew her finger down the shaft to his balls. He said nothing, but from the deafening stillness, she knew he concentrated all his synapses on her finger. He’s not even breathing. She added three more fingers to the mix, two on each side, squeezing and tugging. Tristram arched his back and stared at the ceiling, pretending he hadn’t noticed. Oh yeah? We’ll see how long that lasts. She ran her palms down to the root and bowed over his abdomen. Her tongue flicked out, barely brushing the crown, licking up the drop of semen that had escaped the hole.

Tristram let out a soft “Uhhhh.”

Milo smiled. I’ve got him. She kept a tight hold on him and began to lick up and down, squeezing gently whenever she reached the top and releasing as her fingers slid down the shaft.

Tristram writhed. “Milo, Milo. Don’t—”

She pulled away. “Don’t what?”

He grabbed the back of her head and urged her back down. “Stop. Don’t stop. God, you make me crazy.” She obediently began to suck. He pressed into her, molding her lips. She could feel the pent-up pressure growing. Finally he shouted, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” They both heard a yowl and a bang as Pinkie hit the floor.

Milo rolled onto her back and started to giggle. “Poor Pinkie. This is not what she bargained for when she signed on.”

Tristram straddled her, an arm on either side of her face. “She’ll get used to it. At least she doesn’t stare at us like the dog does.”

“Speaking of, have you returned Yum-yum yet?”

“Uh uh. I’ve been too busy. Besides, I like having him around. He’s so cute and fluffy.”

“I’m not enough for you?”

“Well, you’re cute. But you’re not fluffy.”

“I suppose I could wear a pink satin bed jacket and have my hair permed. Would that help?”

He dropped his head and kissed her hungrily. “No. I don’t want you fluffy. I want you naked. And I want you now.” He kissed her neck and started down the path that led to orgasm. Milo lay back, soaking in the sensation. He reached her vagina and, lips still on clitoris, inserted a finger and rolled it around. She raised her hips to get closer. Taking one last taste, he raised a face suffused with desire. He murmured, “More?”

“More.”

He inserted one more finger. She didn’t know whether to react or lie there and revel in the glorious, slow-moving ascent to climax. He kept pressing in and out, in and out, his fingers palpating the soft inner flesh. She felt deliciously stuffed, like a warm yeast roll wrapped around a nub of melting butter. The pungent scent of sex filled her lungs. Oh baby, oh baby, gimme more. Take me there. Her body took over, and she bucked uncontrollably.

As she ground against the pulsating fingers, she could hear him whispering, “Come on, baby, come to me, let it go, let it out. I want you to come till the stars burst.” The words—echoing her own thoughts—dragged her to a height of passion she’d never known. Her body lifted off the bed and she drove herself onto his fingers, losing all control and demanding satisfaction. While she dangled in mid-air, panting, praying for the last step over the edge, he pulled the fingers out.

“Oh, my God. Tristram! Arrgggh. I’m so close. Let me finish. Please, honey, please.” In answer, he thrust her back on the bed and let his thick, hard, long prick find its harbor. He began to pump, staring into her face, love and desire etched in it. She met him, and they rode the crest like surfers, embracing the churning waves before finally rolling over and over in the soft sand. She lay, sated and complete. As she savored the peace, she rolled on her side. Tristram had fallen fast asleep.

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About the Author:

M. S. Spencer Author (3)Although M. S. Spencer has lived or traveled in five of the seven continents, the last thirty years were spent mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director, and parent. After many years and several degrees at institutions of higher learning, she worked for the U.S. Senate, the U.S. Department of the Interior, in several library systems, both public and academic, and at the Torpedo Factory Art Center.
Ms. Spencer has published ten romantic suspense novels, and has three more in utero. She has two fabulous grown children and an incredible granddaughter. She divides her time between the Gulf Coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.

Other Books by M. S. Spencer:

A Widow’s Walk: Catherine’s Dilemma

Dear Philomena: Love, Lust & Murder on Chincoteague Island

Triptych

Exquisite Christmas: 21 Romance Authors Share Holiday Stories & Recipes

Mai Tais and Mayhem

The Penhallow Train Incident

The Mason’s Mark: Love and Death in the Tower

Coming 2016 from The Wild Rose Press:

Whirlwind Romance (August 17)

Lapses of Memory

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