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GENRE: Romance


“He’s back.”

Words Macy Donovan hoped to never hear.

Trace Cartwright was the maverick rodeo cowboy who broke her heart, leaving her on the steps of the church on the eve of their wedding. Now he’s returned to build his home and to lay claim to her heart … again. Macy barely survived the broken heart the first time. Does he think he can walk back into her life and take up where he left off?



Macy nodded and smiled along with her. There was a lot to miss about Gram, and a tight squeeze circled around her heart. A little more than a year had passed, but that wasn’t enough time to temper the loss. She doubted that even twenty years would alleviate the emptiness her grandmother’s passing had left.


About the Author:

Born and raised in the Lone Star state of Texas, Debra grew up among horses, cowboys, wide open spaces, and real Texas Rangers. Pride in her state and ancestry knows no bounds and it is these heroes and heroines she loves to write about the most. She also draws upon a variety of life experiences including working with abused children, caring for baby animals at a major zoo, and planning high-end weddings (ah, romance!).

When she isn’t busy writing about tall Texans and feisty heroines, she can be found cheering on her Texas Tech Red Raiders, or heading off on another cruise adventure. She read her first romance…Janet Dailey’s Fiesta San Antonio, over thirty years ago and became hooked on the genre. Writing contemporary romances, is both her passion and dream come true, and she hopes her books will bring smiles…and sighs…to all who believe in happily-ever-after’s.






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On Seas So Crimson by James Young


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GENRE: Alternate History

Before we have the intriguing blurb and excerpt, we have an interview.  And here’s James!!

What is your greatest temptation:
In food:  I would say it’s my incorrigible sweet tooth.

In clothes: I have a large an eclectic collection of fandom T-shirts.  Especially crossovers.  For example, right now I’m wearing a “Darth Nagin” T-shirt that depicts Darth Vader with a red kerchief and spiked baseball bat questioning two Rebel X-Wing pilots.  Things that make a person take an extra instant to make sure their eyes aren’t deceiving them are amusing to me.

What is your greatest weakness (example: buying shoes)?

My greatest weakness is procrastination.  I tend to wait until the last possible second to do something, and it has bitten me in the tail more than once.  “If you wait until the last minute, it only takes a minute…” does not always end well.

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

If gas were no object?  Some sort of off-road capable utility vehicle like a souped up Land Rover.

Your dream home – mountains or ocean?

Mountain.  You can do a good site survey and not build in an area prone to landslide.  One never knows when the ocean might up and decide to kill you.  “Huh, so this is why we couldn’t get tsunami insurance…” is not a thought I want to have.

What inspired you to become a writer?

Being an avid reader with hyperaggressive muses.  I’ve always had a vivid imagination, and it prods me with ideas on a regular basis.  Someday, hopefully, I’ll have enough time to hunt down and kill all the plot bunnies in my head.
Do you have a daily writing routine? If so, please share.

Not really, no.

What is your favorite book?

There’s a FB meme about this.  It ends with the writer’s brain short circuiting.  But, if I had a gun to my head, I’d say it’s a toss-up between The Big E (nonfiction) and Red Storm Rising or Alas, Babylon (fiction).

What is your favorite movie?

I haven’t watched it in forever, but the The Crow

Who is your favorite historical figure?

Genghis Khan.  There’s something to be said about nearly being executed by your family, recovering, then going on “a roaring rampage of revenge” pursuant to conquering most of Eurasia.

In your books, who is your favorite hero and please introduce him?

In all of my books, my favorite hero (please don’t tell the rest of them) is Adam Haynes.  He’s the scion of a wealthy family who so despises Fascists that he goes off to fight them in the Spanish Civil War.  Coming back to the United States, he watches in horror as the Germans initiate World War II and rushes off to join the RAF.  Just missing the First Battle of Britain, he is in England during the temporary truce that precedes the Second Battle of Britain in 1942.  Readers meet him at the start of Acts of War as London is burning, the Royal Family is fleeing to Canada, and England proper is getting ready to leave the war.

Who is your favorite heroine and please introduce her?

Commander Leslie Hawkins, captain of the Confederation Star Ship (C.S.S.) Shigure.  Leslie is a highly capable officer who has excelled in her jobs.  Despite this, she has somewhat low self-esteem and issues trusting those around her.  She’s the main character in “Ride of the Late Rain,” and will also make a lengthy appearance in the forthcoming Though Our Hulls Burn

What do you have out now? Excerpt, blurb, book trailers

Acts of War

Collisions of the Damned

On Seas So Crimson (a collection of the previous two novels)

Pandora’s Memories (a novella set in the Usurper’s War universe)

An Unproven Concept (novel)

A Midwinter’s Ski (novella)

Ride of the Late Rain (novella)

After the Scythe—a post-apocalyptic novella

Barren SEAD—a nonfiction work about Vietnam air combat.

Excerpts for Acts of War and An Unproven Concept can be found at my blog,

There is also a merchandise page where you can buy art related to my book universes.  The links therein will take you to Etsy.  Feel free to poke around, see if there’s anything you like.

New releases anytime soon?

At the moment I’m finishing my dissertation.  This means any new works will likely occur in the back half of this year.

Where can eager fans find you?In addition to my blog, I’m also on FB.


Adolf Hitler is dead.  Great Britain has fallen.  The Royal Family has fled to Canada, and the United States stands alone against the Axis.

On Seas So Crimson collects both novels of the Usurper’s War into a single package.  Acts of War (Amazon Bestseller in alternate history) begins this universe with London on fire, while Collisions of the Damned (recommended by Alternate History Weekly) continues it with the desperate defense of the Dutch East Indies.


“All hands, this is the captain speaking,” Gordon began. “Shortly we will be passing by the Hood. All available hands are to turn out topside to give three cheers for His Majesty. That is all.”

Eric stepped back from the sight, his face clearly radiating his shock. Gordon smiled as he came back up towards the front of the bridge with the officer of the deck.

“The King is going into battle?” he asked incredulously. “Isn’t that a bit…”

“Dangerous?” Gordon finished for him. “Yes, but much like your situation, circumstances precluded His Majesty’s transfer to another vessel.”

“What? That doesn’t make any…”

“His Majesty was apparently aboard the Hood receiving a briefing from the First Sea Lord when the Queen Mary was torpedoed,” Gordon said, his voice cold. “We were not expecting the German surface units to be as close as they were, and it was considered imprudent to stop the Hood with at least two confirmed submarines close about. Is that sufficient explanation to you, or would you like to continue questioning our tactics?”

Eric could tell he was straining his host’s civility, but the enormity of what was at risk made him feel he had to say something.

“I’m no expert at surface tactics…”

“That much is obvious,” Gordon snapped.

“…but the Hood is a battlecruiser,” Eric finished in a rush. “While I didn’t get a great look at the Germans before they shot up me and my commander, Rawles saw at least two battleships.”

“Your concern is noted, Leftenant Cobb, but I think that you will see the Hood is a bit hardier than a dive bomber.”

Okay, I’m just going to shut up now, Eric said. I may have slept through a lot of history, but I seem to recall the last time British battlecruisers met German heavy guns it didn’t go so well. A quote about there being problems with your “bloody ships” or something similar comes to mind. The Battle of Jutland hadn’t been that long ago, as evidenced by the Warspite still being a front-line unit. Eric sincerely hoped Gordon’s confidence was well-placed.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

James Young is a Missouri native who escaped small town life via an appointment to the United States Military Academy. After completing his service in the Army, Mr. Young moved to Kansas to pursue his doctorate in U.S. History. Fiction is his first love, and he is currently the author of the Usurper’s War (alternate history), Vergassy Chronicles (space opera), and Scythefall (apocalyptic fiction) series, all of which are available via Amazon or Createspace. Currently living in the Midwest with his loving, kind, and beautiful spouse, Mr. Young spends his time completing his dissertation while plotting new, interesting ways to torment characters and readers alike. As a non-fiction author, Mr. Young has won the 2016 United States Naval Institute’s Cyberwarfare Essay contest and the U.S. Armor Center’s Draper Award for a battle analysis of the Golan Heights. He has also placed in the James A. Adams Cold War History contest held by the Virginia Military Institute and been published in the Journal of Military History (“The Heights of Ineptitude”).


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The Unlikeable Demon Hunter by Deborah Wilde


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GENRE: Urban Fantasy Romance



Bridesmaids meets Buffy.

The ago-old story of what happens when a foul-mouthed, romance impaired heroine with no edit button and a predilection for hot sex is faced with her worst nightmare–a purpose.

Ari Katz is intelligent, driven, and will make an excellent demon hunter once initiated into the Brotherhood of David. However, this book is about his twin Nava: a smart-ass, self-cultivated hot mess, who is thrilled her brother is stuck with all the chosen one crap.

When Nava half-drunkenly interrupts Ari’s induction ceremony, she expects to be chastised. What she doesn’t expect is to take her brother’s place among the–until now–all-male demon hunters. Even worse? Her infuriating leader is former rock star Rohan Mitra, whose sudden retirement in his early twenties now seems a lot less mysterious.

Convinced that her twin still has a shot at his destiny, Nava hatches a plan to convince the Brotherhood to bring the other Katz sibling into the fold. It’s too bad Rohan’s guarding her so closely that she might not be able to put it into action.

And it’s really too bad Rohan’s exactly what Nava’s always wanted: the perfect bad boy fling with no strings attached, because he may also be the one to bring down her carefully erected emotional shields. That’s as dangerous as all the evil fiends vying for the bragging rights of killing the only female ever chosen for Demon Club–or the one demon in particular out for payback.

Odds of survival: eh.

Odds of having a very good time with Rohan before she bites it: much better.


The maybe-demon from Josh’s alleyway was back, having stopped about five feet away and triggering the motion sensor. What with Josh’s sister trying to kill me and all, he’dmediakit_bookcover_unlikable-002 fallen off my radar.

Aloe gooped over my fingers, having clutched the frond hard enough to break it, and my terror and an intense curiosity resurfaced. There was no denying his compelling presence. Plus, he had those long lashes that were my Kryptonite. I opened my mouth to scream. Or drool.

He held a finger up to his delectable lips to keep me quiet, circling me with lazy strides, checking me out.

I’d have been offended by the blatant appraisal except under his intense scrutiny, I lit up with an electric zing. I found myself stroking the aloe stalks in an obscene manner. Even knowing he couldn’t see my blush since I was in the shadows didn’t kill my utter mortification at jerking off plant life in not-so-subtextual yearning.

He stalked toward me, his leather jacket rustling with each step.

I held up a hand to stop him, the faintest electric crackle pulsing off my skin.

He didn’t stop, didn’t slow. In fact, he kept up his steady approach until his hand covered mine. My magic shocked us both at his touch. I gasped and shivered as pleasure, not pain, rumbled through me.

Hand still clasped in his, he stared at me suspiciously, instead of in fear, but had I wanted, I could have broken his hold. Not a demon, then? He fingered the thin silver necklace I wore with surprising gentleness, toying with the cute floral pendant dangling off it that read “I will kick you in the balls if I have to.”

“Should I be scared?” Given how he sounded like sex, sin, and salaciousness–the true definition of a triple threat–I decided that yes, he was most definitely a demon.

I met his mocking gaze, my rooted stance and beating heart placing me somewhere between morbid fascination and noping the hell out at warp speed.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

A global wanderer, hopeless romantic, and total cynic with a broken edit button, Deborah mediakit_authorphoto_unlikable-002writes adult urban fantasy to satisfy her love of smexy romances and tales of chicks who kick ass. She is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way. “It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.”





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Spear of Destiny by Paul McDermott


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Class Act BooksPaul McDermott is with me today and has agreed to sit on the hot seat.  Paul, are you ready to begin the interview. As my Brit ex used to say, ‘Are you sitting comfortably?’

What is your greatest temptation:

In women:

It wasn’t a gin-house in Chicago, but my Casablanca moment happened when I was far from home and SHE walked into the bar. Twenty-five years later she walked out of my life and I’ve never allowed anyone else to get close. Like everyone else, I only have one heart, I can’t afford to have it broken twice.

In food:

As I write it’s Chinese New Year’s Eve [Jan 27, Year of the Rooster about to begin]. I love ALL Chinese cuisine, and I’m pretty handy with a wok myself! Favourite recipes: anything Sweet ‘n’ Sour or Szechwan, usually based on Chicken or Prawns (or BOTH!)

In clothes:

“If you remember the Sixties, you weren’t there, Man!” I’m in regular contact with others from my Uni days: we call ourselves the “Baby Boomers”, so I guess that makes us Recycled Teenagers from the Woodstock/ Flower Power generation (and YES, I was there!)

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

I have to ‘fess up, although I’ve made several attempts to give up, I still smoke – but FAR  less than I used to! Sooner or later I expect our dear Chancellor of the Exchequer will add on one hike too many to the tax we pay on tobacco, which will probably persuade me to quit altogether …

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

“They don’t make them like that any more …” How many times have I heard that said? My father taught me to drive in a Saab V5: built like a tank and totally trouble-free. One feature it had (1967) was a form of Cruise Control which made it possible to get 80+miles per gallon on long journeys!

Your dream home – mountains or ocean?

“♫ Where the mountains of Mourne roll down to the sea …♫”                                      I’ve lived in towns & cities in several different European countries, and for the moment I’m happy “back where I belong” – or to quote another song, “In My Liverpool Home” Related image

My dream home (which I still think I might be able to achieve) would be to buy a traditional Gypsy caravan and wander at my own pace along the back roads and by-ways of Ireland at the steady five-miles-a-fortnight provided by my faithful horse.

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

I honestly can’t remember a time when I didn’t write: I believe my skull would burst from the inner pressure if I didn’t scribble my thoughts and ideas on paper. The family Gremlin [arthritis] decreed that I had to take early retirement from teaching, and that was when I decided to make my first attempt to have a book published. That was a childrens’ book, through a local Indie publisher. It sold reasonably well and I was encouraged to write a sequel. Unfortunately the publisher folded just as I finished writing the intended sequel … I have since written a third book in the series, but haven’t tried to find an alternative publisher yet.

My current book. The Spear of Destiny, was inspired by a combination of circumstances which were not ‘typical’ of my “general” creative processes. I lived in Denmark for a number of years and had the privilege of meeting people who had been active members Bundesarchiv Bild 183-H01758, Erich v. Manstein.jpgof the Danish Resistance Movement during WW2. The story of their brave deeds has never been given the recognition it deserves, and I wanted to redress the balance. When the Danish billionaire Carsten Ree had the wreck of U-534 refloated and it was installed as a permanent exhibit in Liverpool’s Maritime Museum, the story almost wrote itself. The basis of the story appeared as my NaNo entry in November 2010, the end result of 30 days of madness and strong coffee!

Do you have a daily writing routine?  If so, please share.

I always hope my daily writing ‘routine’ will begin before I get out of bed! Explanation: I keep half a dozen notepads and a plethora of pencils/pens at my bedside. I frequently wake during the night with the vestiges of a dream still circulating like morning mists on the very edge of consciousness. If I can scribble a few key words on paper, I will sometimes be able to build this into a coherent tale. This was what gave me the format I used in The Chapel of Her Dreams, first volume of a planned trilogy. I can also confirm the truth in what’s said about retirement: I was “never so busy when I worked for a living”. I seem to spend most of the day writing something or other; if I don’t get a minimum of 1500 – 2000 words written, I feel I’ve wasted the day. At the moment I have about 8 “Works in Progress”. This is my way of trying to avoid the dreaded ‘Writers Block’: if I ‘hit the wall’ with a story, I switch to something else until my Muse stops sulking and returns to my draughty garret.

What is your favorite book?

Favourite book – not counting the American-English dictionary! I used to have one of these when I worked for an International School funded by a US company  J        Writing about ‘what you know’ means I always read my local newspaper: I prefer to reflect Current Affairs in my writing whenever possible (the Liverpool Echo is available on-line for those unfortunates who do NOT live in the Cultural Centre of the Known Universe). I’ve read (and re-read) “The Lord of the Rings” so often, I’ve replaced my (paperback)Image result for lord of the rings copies at least three times! Just finished The Darkest Hour by another Liverpool author, Tony Schumacher who paints a gritty and very believable “What if …” scenario of GB following a German victory in WW2. Don’t read this in a dark room … I’m also struggling through a twin-language book of Celtic Fairy Tales in an attempt to force myself to learn Gaellige (research for another WiP)

What is your favorite movie?

I think I could probably recite from memory the script of The Italian Job – the ORIGINAL, with Michael Caine: the ‘remake’ was an insult to the original cast.             If I’m allowed a ‘second bite at the cherry’ I’ll go for The Rocky Horror Show,  BUT no film/DVD can compare with being in the audience at a live Stage performance

Who is your favorite historical figure?

I have to include two of my ancestors, Brian Ború and Cuchulain … what do you mean? How dare you suggest the Sí aren’t real? However, if you’d prefer someone you can put dates and recorded deeds on, I’ll go for Sir Robert Baden-Powell, founder of the Worldwide Brotherhood of Scouts. The basic survival tips I learnt from my years as boy and young man have proved very useful.

In your books, who is your favorite hero and please introduce him?

One of the most satisfying things I took from writing The Spear of Destiny was having the opportunity to honour the memory of a number of real people alongside my fictional characters. One such Hero is Captain Johnny Walker. Although he only plays a small role in my story, he was almost entirely responsible for the success of the Allies in the Battle of the Atlantic. General consensus is, he literally worked himself to death in the process.

Who is your favorite heroine and please introduce her?

Sally, main protagonist of Plague Sally [spoiler alert: sequel is half-finished]. She is a skilled healer/herbalist who uses natural medicines. Falsely accused of witchcraft, she must run for her life.

How about a blurb and excerpt from The Spear of Destiny?


In 1945, U-boat Kapitän Herbert Nollau must deliver a weapon which will turn the war in Germany’s favour. His orders are delivered verbally. There will be no written records… and no witnesses.

Alone, far from home, hunted by the Danish Resistance and the might of the Allied Forces, he must obey either his final Orders…or the inner voice of his conscience.


Überlojtnant Herbert Nollau stood with his Zeiss nightglasses glued to his eyes, impervious to the rain whipped across his cheeks by half a gale. This howled almost exactly at ninety degrees to the tide, which had just reached the full but had not yet begun its retreat. His command craft, U-534, sat uneasily at anchor, dipping at bow and stern in the current, yawing appreciably as frequent Force Ten gusts buffeted her broad flanks. Low, heavy rainclouds hunkered closer, seeming to settle on the upper branches of the natural pine forest which spread untamed, unculled, across the low hills of Schleswig-Holstein.

An identical pair of black Opel staff cars bracketed a canvas bodied Mercedes half-track transport wagon, all three vehicles picking their way carefully along an unmarked country road. The headlights were taped down to the size and shape of a feral cat’s vertical slits, acknowledging the strict rules governing all traffic during the hours of darkness. The road to the harbour just outside Lübeck was neither tarmac’ed nor enhanced with any form of lighting. The drivers were obliged to steer cautiously around every twist, using the gears and brakes more frequently than the accelerator.

“Amateurs!” he thought to himself, as the three sets of headlights crawled slowly closer.

He blanked the thought as soon as it intruded on his consciousness, forcing himself back into State-approved Wehrmacht thinking, based on purely practical matters directly related to carrying out current instructions, with maximum efficiency, without question. He pulled the collar of his oilskins closer around his throat in a futile attempt to prevent the rain from seeping through, soaking his uniform. Raising his night glasses once more, he cursed the weather, the Wehrmacht and the world in general, feeling more exposed and vulnerable with every minute that passed as he waited for the convoy of lights to crawl closer, carrying the equipment which he had been ordered to collect. It bothered him that he was expected to set sail immediately, and await orders concerning his destination by radio once he had cleared the bay and entered Store Bælt: technically, that section of the North Sea was neutral Danish waters, and if he were to remain on the surface for any length of time in order to receive orders …

As the lights snaked around another pair of curves and began their final descent to the shoreline and the jetty where U534 was waiting, Herbert Nollau realized that he had on board a much more powerful sender/receiver than any other U-boat: in fact, not just one but two radios equipped with the Enigma cryptographic programme had been installed, ostensibly for testing. With a sudden jolt, the deceptively young-looking Überlojtnant realized that this technology was far more sophisticated than that which had previously been regarded as the best in the world: apart from being guaranteed unbreakable as a code, it could also send and receive radio signals without his craft needing to surface.

He shook his head to clear the worst of the pools which had formed in the upturned brim of his sou’wester and made his way down the ladder bolted to the side of the conning tower, aiming to be waiting on the quay before the three vehicles wheezed to a halt. His mechanic’s ear analysed and diagnosed a list of faults he could clearly identify from the laboured chugging of each engine. Furious at this indication of inefficiency, a corner of his mind decided that he would have had the senior officer responsible for each vehicle court-martialed, if the decision had been up to him. In spite of the horrors he had witnessed in three years of naval warfare, he shuddered. His orders, distasteful though they might be, were crystal clear …

Two gaunt, silent shadows slid with simultaneous choreography from the rear seat of each of the Opels: their sleek black trenchcoats almost touched the planks of the jetty, glistening in the starlight as if the officers wearing them had been marching for hours in the rain rather than just stepping out of a warm, dry car. Nollau fired off his most formal salute: the four SS-officers responded with a world-weary, bent-elbow half-salute and pointedly refrained from returning Nollau’s “Heil, Hitler!” One detached himself for a moment and gave a hand-signal to the driver of the canvas-sided truck.  The driver immediately hammered his fist twice on the bulkhead behind his seat. Four soldiers appeared over the tailgate of the wagon and began to manoeuvre something long and heavy out of the cargo space.

Turning to face his command meant that Herbert Nollau had to turn his back on the four staff officers. Somehow he managed to do this with an insolence which stated quite clearly that, as far as he was concerned, they were barely worthy of his contempt.

He placed a small, shrill whistle to his lips and blew, one long (but not overloud) blast. Within ten seconds, the deck was populated by about twenty matelots, standing at ease, who somehow contrived to arrive from nowhere and in total silence. Close to the bows, and just for’ard of ’midships , cables were deployed from two small jib cranes. Within seconds, the submariner crew were on the jetty, taking the unidentified cargo from the shoulders of the four soldiers and hoisting it with ease onto the foredeck, thence by some lightningfast legerdemain out of sight below decks. The crew had followed, leaving Überlojtnant Nollau as the only member of the Senior Service still on the jetty. At a silent gesture from one of the anonymous black trenchcoats the four soldiers climbed back over the tailgate, into the truck. After about four attempts, the driver managed to coax the engine into life and began to back and fill, facing back the way he had come.

As he completed the manoeuvre and gunned the engine to set off up the hill, the four SS officers opened their trenchcoats to reveal the muzzles of rapid fire MP40 machine pistols. With one accord they raised their weapons and sent round after deadly round of ammunition into both the cab and the rear of the vehicle, holding the triggers steady. Before the hail of bullets ceased, the fuel tanks of the wagon exploded, sending flames soaring high into the night sky, setting small fires in the tree tops as they lost their intensity and curled back towards the ground.

Suddenly, Herbert Nollau’s orders seemed fractionally less dishonourable.

Having emptied their weapons, the four executioners appeared to have rediscovered some of their habitual swagger and pride. Crashing the butts of the now-empty weapons against the rough wooden planking of the jetty they raised their right arms to the fullest, and screamed: “Heil, Hitler!” as their heels crashed together in perfect unison.

Sick to his stomach at the pleasure his countrymen took from the callous murder of fellow Germans, it was all Herbert Nollau could do to raise his arm, bent-elbowed, in the less formal salute he would never under normal circumstances have accepted from others nor used himself.


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Born in the Year of the Tiger, Paul’s natural curiosity combined with the deep-seated feline need to roam has meant that over the years he’s never been able to call any one place home. His wanderlust has led him from one town to another, and even from one country to another.

“I can’t remember a time when I didn’t write – my father claims to possess a story I wrote when I was six, which filled 4 standard school exercise books! What I do remember from that time was being told off for doing the Liverpool Echo crossword before he got home from work!”

While Paul was living in Denmark, he allowed himself to be persuaded to write for a purpose instead of purely for his own amusement. Perhaps it was the catalyst of breathing the same air as Hans Christian Andersen.

Paul’s IT guru (aka his talented daughter!) has recently constructed a website for him:

Paul frequently lurks at:  (Sundays & Wednesdays)

The Spear of Destiny was released April 15 by Class Act Books.


Release Day for The Cowboys of Clark’s Folly – Yeehaw!


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Boots, hats and old saddles…four novellas by four authors of different romantic fiction, all focused on love and romance with, perhaps, a bit of lust thrown in for good measure, ahem, make that good time!  Available from Gilded Dragonfly Books at


Saturday’s Child


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I forgot the rest of the rhyme…oh well.

I’m looking forward to celebrating a friend’s birthday in Kemah today at a nice indoor/outdoor restaurant on the water.  I have that Margaritaville feeling!  I love sitting by the water.  I would post her birthday present here, but she might drop by and spoil the surprise…  🙂

Until 3:30 this afternoon – Departure time, I’ll be working on my galley for The Cowboys of Clark’s Folly, an anthology of four novellas about an imaginary town in Texas and the cowboys who live, lust and love in Clark’s Folly. Ride ’em, Cowgirl! Available April 16th on Amazon as an eBook. Print book to follow.Preorder your copy now!

The American Civil War – The Way the Brits Saw It by Linda Nightingale ~ New Release: Her General in Gray

Author Alicia Dean

Please help me welcome fellow AHA author, Linda Nightingale, with an intersting article & a new release!

The American Civil War – The Way the Brits Saw It

Brit’s Eye View:  The Northern States denied the right of secession, claiming that the union was a “federal” one, in which case the attempt at separation is rebellion. The Southern States claimed that the Union was a “confederation” from which any member is entitled to separate itself. The British Government under Henry John Temple (3rd Viscount Palmerston) declined to judge between them.

Yet, popular sentiment was passionately divided. The violent feelings against slavery won many to the Union cause, but the political advocacy of the right of self-government won sympathy for the Confederacy from many another. Since the South fought against heavy odds, the sporting British people were drawn to the Confederacy.

Palmerston’s government was determined to maintain a strict…

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Bed of My Truck by Megan Slayer


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GENRE: Contemporary LGBT Romance, Erotic



The one Carson never thought he’d see again could be the one to save his life.

Carson never expected to see his dog or a man from his past ever again. His ex took Dragon when he left, then carelessly lost the dog.  Dragon’s been found and in the last place Carson expected to find him—a vet’s office.

But, the surprises just keep coming.

Carson hasn’t seen Alec since school, but the feelings he had for the man haven’t abated.

When he’s reunited with Alec at the veterinary office, Carson’s got to face his feelings.

Includes scenes of spanking, oral sex, anal sex and male-male sex.




Copyright© 2017 Megan Slayer

The vet turned around and smiled. “You must be Carson Welles. It’s nice to see you.”

I clamped my teeth together to keep from drooling. Eyes the color of the ocean, just enough scruff on his cheeks to cause a light burn during a kiss and those lips. Good thing I had the dog to shield me. I had to get myself under control or he’d call the cops for indecency.

He stuck out his hand. “I assume you can talk.”

I shook my head. “No—I mean, yes I can talk.” My skin crawled. The last man who got to me was my ex, Leon. Fuck. This guy had me forgetting the very manners Mama took years to instill in me.

“I’m glad we got Dragon, here, in when we did. He’s malnourished and needs a dental cleaning.” Dr. Niemi hiked one side of Drag’s jowls up. “He’s been chewing on things he shouldn’t have. I’d like him to come back in for a cleaning and to make sure he’s up to date on his shots. Can you tell me why he was loose?”

I stared at the vet, deciphering his words. I knew he’d spoken English, but I felt so out of sorts. Cleaning… shots… why was he loose? Oh, hell. “My ex took him when we split. Leon wasn’t much for closing doors or gates. My guess is Drag saw an open door and made a break for it. He doesn’t mind being confined if he’s got something to eat or a chew toy to attack.”


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The Last Mayor’s Son by Leslie E. Heath


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CarbonLab joomla 1.7 Template Today, Linda is interviewing Leslie.  Oh dear!

What is your greatest temptation:

            In men: I’m a sucker for a man in uniform. That works well, since my husband spent more than twenty years in the Navy.

            In food: Cheese! I know it’s bad for me, but I’ll put cheese on absolutely everything, the more, the better.

            In clothes: Comfort and ease of use are my biggest requirements. If I have to iron it, I won’t buy it. I prefer dresses because they’re simple, comfortable, and look great, too.

What is your greatest weakness (example: buying shoes)?

I adore scarves. I probably have a hundred of them, and I’m forever buying more. I love how you can totally change an outfit by adding a scarf.

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

Hmm. That’s a tough one. Probably a convertible Mini Cooper. Those are so cute and zippy, I think they would be fun to drive.

Your dream home – mountains or ocean?

Ocean. I’ve lived near various oceans for the past eighteen years, and I can’t imagine a life where I can’t lose myself in the music of the waves and gulls whenever I wish. Even in the winter, the salt air soothes my soul and feeds my creative mind.

What inspired you to become a writer?

I’ve always loved to make up characters and imagine grand adventures for them. When I was a child, I made up thousands of stories for my dolls and stuffed animals, and that translated easily to writing when I got older.

Do you have a daily writing routine?  If so, please share.

I wish I did. I try to make time to write at least a scene a day, but my schedule is erratic at best. I’m a night shift nurse by trade, so some days I’m simply too exhausted to write. I usually manage at least five thousand words a week most of the time, though.

What is your favorite book?

The Mistborn Series by Brandon Sanderson. If I had to choose only one book, it would be the first in that series, The Final Empire. I’ve read all of them at least a dozen times, and I find something new every time.

What is your favorite movie?

Ok, I’ll admit it – I’m a Tolkien nerd. My favorite movie(s) of all time is the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. I can watch them back to back for days and never tire of it.

Who is your favorite historical figure?

I’d have to say Charlemagne. During his rule, he embodied nearly every type of ruler you can imagine, from the strictest Christian emperor to the leader of the Italian Renaissance. He united much of modern-day Europe under one government, though most of that was accomplished through violent, war-mongering means. The more I study the man, the more interesting I find him and the history of his rule.

In your books, who is your favorite hero and please introduce him?

Aibek is a twenty-year-old military cadet when he is summoned back to the village of his birth. Raised by his aunt and uncle in the city, he is desperate for word of his parents and the home he’s never known. Returning isn’t easy, though. He learns that his parents are dead, and now he is expected to step into his father’s role as the mayor as the small treetop village – a challenge for someone who grew up in the shadow of an overbearing uncle on a treeless plain.

Who is your favorite heroine and please introduce her?

Kiri is Aibek’s mother, or rather, her ghost. She’s just as strong-willed as she was in life, and now she has the added task of keeping her husband, Eddrick, in line. After he gets them in trouble with the ancients, she realizes this will be a more difficult task than she had anticipated.

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The Last Mayor’s Son was published by Class Act Books in December 2016.


Twenty years after the death of his parents, Aibek must return to the forest and lead his hometown to freedom.

Villagers summon him to be their new mayor after they overthrow the small group of soldiers the ruthless Helak appointed to rule them. They need someone to help them fight off the army that seeks to regain the enemy’s brutal control. Aibek has no problem with standing and fighting. It’s the leading that has him concerned.

Distracted by the problem of teaching a placid people to defend themselves, Aibek nearly overlooks a plot to overthrow the fledgling government. Will he figure out who in the village wants him gone before it’s too late?

As he struggles to learn to lead his hometown, Aibek’s confidence is bolstered by the closeness of the community and his parents’ friends, but will he find the courage to lead his people to freedom? Or will Helak forever rule the peaceful forest?


Aibek considered the implications as they walked between the scattered trees and into the forest. Why would the market road be abandoned? This led to another question in his mind. What kinds of things would the tree-dwelling villagers have to sell at market? He didn’t have long to wonder before the trees grew closer together and they stepped into the gloom of the forest.

At the edges of the trail, the trees and brush grew close and thick, obscuring most of the light from the bright sun above. Aibek stood blinking just inside the eaves of the forest for a moment, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the sudden dimness.

“We’ll move slower from here.” Serik gave a warning. “We need to watch where we set our feet. Beware of snakes on the path.”

Aibek cringed and leaned over to peek under the nearest bush, then stifled a relieved sigh. Nothing but brown leaves and a few beetles. He hadn’t even considered the dangers that might lurk within the woods. He wondered what Faruz thought of the warning, but couldn’t read any reaction on his face. Faruz was staring at a small branch that lay across the trail, perhaps wondering if it was a snake.

Aibek didn’t spend much time thinking of his friend. He was so nervous about returning to the village of his birth that he was more than a little afraid he might lose his breakfast. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, and thought he rather liked the earthy scent of the forest. He glanced around at the trees and brush, and thought he saw something move quickly behind a bush. He squinted into the dim forest, but whatever it was had been too fast. He could see nothing but the leaves swaying gently in the warm breeze.

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New releases anytime soon?  The sequel to The Last Mayor’s Son will likely be released by the end of 2017

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Thank you, Leslie, for a fun interview and your candor. Your book sounds well worth a read!  All the best!!  Linda