Cowboys and Confederate Generals – What’s Not to Love?

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This month I’m celebrating two new releases, one from The Wild Rose Press:

Autumn Hartley purchases Allen Hall at a steal, but the northern lass gets far more than a beautiful plantation in the South Carolina Low Country. The house comes complete with its own ghost, a handsome and charming Civil War General—for the Confederacy. The stage is set for another civil conflict.

John Sibley Allen died in battle from a wound in the back, the bullet fired by the turncoat, Beauregard Dudley. The traitor’s reincarnation is Autumn the Interloper’s first dinner guest. Sib bedevils her date and annoys her with fleeting, phantom touches, certain he can frighten her away as he did previous purchasers. As time marches on, her resident ghost becomes more appealing while her suitor, Beau, pales in comparison. Autumn finds her ability to love didn’t perish in the divorce that sent her south seeking a fresh start.

After over a century in the hereafter, Sib discovers he is falling for none other than the feisty Yankee girl, but what future could a modern woman and an old-fashioned ghost possibly hope for?

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Cowboys!! The Cowboys of Clark’s Folly from Gilded Dragonfly Publishing. Welcome to Clark’s Folly, Texas, a town where you will find cowboys to lust over. Each of the four novellas will make you fall in love. The cowboys are tough, but so are the women who tame them.If you love Cowboys, you don’t want to miss these sexy, sensual stories. Take a fantasy trip to Texas and find the cowboy of your dreams.

Michael D. Smith – CommWealth

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What is your greatest temptation:

            In women:

I’m still trying to figure out how to get out of answering this question, but my best bet—which also is clever marketing genius on my part, inserting my novel into the first question–is to look at my comically anti-heroic and extremely acquisitive Allan in CommWealth and his puerile fascination with the model Erica:

The front door opened to his ring. “Well… Allan,” Erica Thora said stiffly.

God, she’s a piece! Does she know exactly how much of a bastard I am? Guess the news is everywhere by now!

“Hey… yeah… is Richard in?”

“He’s in the living room. Look, it’s almost eight. I’ll be late for my tryout if I don’t get a move on.”

Allan sidled in. Okay, so she’s pissed. I admit the whole deal looks bad.

Erica stood six feet tall, with short dark hair, a round face, thick and kissable lips, deep brown eyes. She wore a tight red sweater outlining her enormous sensuous knockers. And tight black pants. Wasp-waisted to boot. A model. Allan couldn’t help but look her over. She put on a tight leather jacket, breasts thrusting everywhere, and zipped it up.

God, she’s fantastic! Richard’s so lucky!

            In food:

A huge plate of nachos with guacamole and jalapeños, and two very large and salty margaritas. Of course, I can’t remember the last time I had either of those.

            In clothes:

Are you kidding? I’m a guy. I just cover myself properly in public. Although maybe someday I’ll get a great big gray military-looking overcoat; I’ve always wanted one.

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

I hope this isn’t one of those job interview questions where you try spin your weakness into something you think will be of great advantage to your prospective employer, as in: “My weakness is that I write every night and produce novel and after novel after novel and I just can’t seem to stop …”

A weakness is the form of temptation/obsession to acquire might be flashlights, clocks, and wrenches. Don’t ask me why. I’ve learned to not buy these when I see them.

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

A 1973 VW Beetle engineered to 2017 standards, but still looking identical to 1973. It would be red-orange. Surely automotive engineers could do that if they really wanted to.

Your dream home – mountains or ocean?

Ocean, on the beach, with a disposable house on stilts which could be abandoned in the face of a hurricane. It would have minimal replaceable furnishings. I’d probably have one of my favorite paintings in there, but it would be small enough that I could stash it in the back seat of my 2017 1973 VW in the event of apocalyptic weather.

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

1950’s Grade B science fiction movies got me started in the second grade. Then fifth grade assignments to write short stories, based on the current week’s list of a dozen new words to master, really sparked an upsurge in creativity. But in high school the movie 2001 floored me and inspired me to take the writing much more seriously than I had before.

CommWealth came from a long detailed dream. I labeled the anti-hero “Allan Larson” in my initial write-up of the dream the next day, though of course it was the dream “I” experiencing this bizarre plot. Allan/me was thus demonstrating from the start his easy adaptation to the property-less society as he requested every object that struck his fancy and hauled it all back to the mansion he’d booted someone else out of. The dream was so complete and compelling that the first draft rolled out effortlessly.

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

If possible I prefer to work in the morning, especially for rough draft work, as I’m freshest then. A session of two to three hours is ideal. All other writing takes place in the evening after work. I always have something cooking as I navigate each day by what project appeals to me, which one has the most energy resonance. I write just about every day.

I do almost all my work on my laptop, though sometimes I cut up printouts and tape notes to notecards which I can physically sort across a large table. I have a 1940’s Royal manual typewriter I sometimes use to bang out early notes. If any prove useful I’ve found I can scan and OCR the results.

 What is your favorite book?

My favorite author/book is probably Franz Kafka and The Trial, which I’ve read several times and have also listened to as an audiobook. The fact that Kafka is more and more regarded as a humorist (especially in Europe) resonates deeply. His biographer Max Brod recounts scenes of Kafka laughing as he reads portions of The Trial to a literary group, whose members are also finding the book deliriously funny. To me there’s a psychological dimension of this humor that goes far beyond what we might now call “black comedy.”

 What is your favorite movie?

2001: A Space Odyssey. This film really jolted me when I first saw it in March 1969 (though it had come out a year earlier) and was a catalyst for deciding to become a writer; never mind that I’d been writing since the second grade–I just didn’t have the confidence to declare myself a real writer until 1969.

 Who is your favorite historical figure?

Abraham Lincoln fascinates me because of his rich psychological makeup. Ulysses S. Grant is also a fascinating figure to me because of the courageous, if also cold and calculating manner in which he prosecuted the end of the Civil War.

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

My favorite hero of this book is the completely over-the-top anti-hero Allan. The insanity of the six-month-old CommWealth system, in which all private property has been outlawed and citizens are required to share everything, finds its expression in Allan Larson as he glibly procures electronics and a Porsche in the first scene. Allan is a narcissistic playwright and actor who forces Forensic Squad to stage his mediocre play Cabaret. Supercilious, clueless, and manipulative, he’s claimed a mansion in Linstar Heights, surrounding himself with expensive cars and gadgets. He both needs friends and is quick to betray them. As a writer he thinks he should express his buried truths, but he’s too fearful to find out what they really are, and when crime tempts him, he sees it as just another avenue to fulfilling his needs. He considers himself too creative to be bothered making backup copies of his writing, and it’s only by luck that he gets a digital copy of Cabaret back after his laptop is claimed by another citizen along with all his wide screen TVs, sports cars, and motorcycles. Though he has a certain measure of charisma, he’s basically a loser, and the only way he can get his love object Lisa is to demand thirty days’ ownership of her as per CommWealth regulations.

 Who is your favorite heroine and please introduce her?

In CommWealth, Erica Thora, the beautiful model girlfriend of bicycle mechanic Richard, initially seems to be a two-dimensional background figure, especially when Allan, tired of the apparently brainwashed Lisa, begins cataloging his lust for the physical attributes of the exceptional six-foot beauty. Yet Allan is shocked to find out that the buxom model is really thirty-seven, six years his senior, and mature and decisive in ways that terrify Allan and in fact are unknown to her own boyfriend Richard. Erica’s father, a policeman, taught her how to shoot everything from hunting rifles to semi-automatic weapons, and it’s her courage and practical insight that finally challenge the folly of CommWealth. She would definitely be at home in a Robert Heinlein novel.

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

Summary:

The CommWealth system, introduced just six months previously, has created a society in which there is no legal claim to any kind of private property. Any object from your house to the clothes you’re wearing can be demanded by anyone, to be enjoyed for thirty days before anyone else can request it. As actors in the Forensic Squad theatrical troupe adapt to this giddy chaos, CommWealth probes their breaking of the Four Rules sustaining the system, and several members navigate a twist of betrayals, double agents, and murder to find themselves leading a suicidal revolution.

Excerpt, during which Richard’s secret writing, the object of a property claim by a mediocre writer, becomes exposed to the CommWealth inspector:

“Dammit…” Richard flung himself back into his seat. “So what do you want?”

“I’m sure you do know what I want,” Hardy said crisply.

“I sure don’t. Forgive me, most glorious sir, but I’m just so full of ungenerous greed that I just can’t think right these days, you know. So why don’t you lay it all out for me in all your compassionate wisdom?”

Jill sighed. Hardy pursed his lips. Jill saw he was suppressing a smile.

“Of course, it has to do with this,” Hardy said, pulling the newspaper from beneath his laptop and aiming his CommScan lens at it. “We see that this newspaper exists at the Cup of Fog at 208 North Carson Street on Monday, December 18, and was open to the page containing this particular full-page notice, strongly implying that all the persons in this room are familiar with the contents of the notice.”

“Jesus!” Richard said. “So you guys want it now! Sorry, but this other twit claimed it first.” He laughed bitterly. “Maybe you can get it thirty days from now!”

“You really don’t understand, I see. Are you aware that works of art, including writing, are of a different order than, say, coffee pots and tennis balls?”

“The thought had crossed my mind a few times.”

“I’m speaking of Modal Property Assignations, Mr. Stapke. CommWealth Central recognizes several grades of MPA’s, though not many people seem to realize this. Perhaps it’s our fault. People have been having so much trouble memorizing the Four Rules, that…well, life is complicated enough, you know.” He strained through an offensive little smile and then steeled his features at Richard’s frown.

“The MPA on works of art,” he went on, “is as follows: artworks are considered taxable property, and taxes shall be paid to CommWealth Central on a monthly basis.”

Taxable?” Richard exploded. “That’s insane! There aren’t supposed to be taxes! That’s the whole point of CommWealth! People just ask for what they need! So who needs taxes? Who needs money, for that matter?”

“But the point is, many people don’t realize they have certain needs. They spend their lives in ignorance,” Hardy countered. “So CommWealth determines what their needs are, and allocates resources accordingly. Thus we need taxes in certain cases. It makes distributing so much easier, you know.”

“You—you’re saying—I owe taxes on unpublished writing?” Richard said.

“Exactly.”

“What the hell would I pay taxes with? We don’t use money anymore—or at least, nobody has much of it anymore. Does CommWealth want some old bicycles?”

“Oh, no, you misunderstand completely. I see I’m not such a good explainer, Mr. Stapke. There’s a special MPA Writer’s Tax. You owe—let’s see, I would roughly calculate your output, based on this newspaper ad, at between one and three hundred pages per month—about—let’s see, seventeen percent. That’s not too bad.”

“Wait a second—I never said I actually had any writing. I was just being hypothetical. This Horranger guy assumes I have writing, you assume I do, but really—someone just made this up. I don’t write. I’m a bicycle mechanic.”

Jill put her hand to her mouth.

Oh my God! We agreed to lie—but—this is CommWealth! This is treason to CommWealth! Richard’s ruining my business! My life! What am I going to do?

No! You aren’t that sort of coward! Not anymore! Don’t let them hurt Richard! Follow the plan. No matter what. Burn your damn bridges behind you. It’s fate! Fate!

Mr. Stapke,” Hardy said, tapping something ominous into his laptop, “let’s assume that your entire last statement was hypothetical. In that hypothetical case, in which you are a mere bicycle mechanic, of course you owe no Writer’s Tax. But, since you do have writing, and since you are a writer, you owe seventeen percent.”

Richard opened his mouth and shut it. “Seventeen percent? Hypothetically speaking, seventeen percent of what?

“Of your output, of course. Let’s say you produce two hundred pages per month, maybe fifty-thousand words, as you do seem quite prolific. Of that, seventeen percent, or thirty-four pages, or eighty-five hundred words, would be sent to the CommWealth Central Tax Assessor’s Office.”

What?” Richard and Allan both cried.

“If you produce more than say, five hundred pages a month—if you’re a real barn burner, that is, it goes up to fifty percent. So, of course, it’s best to stay around two to three hundred. We know that nobody wants to lose half his writing.”

What’s coming?

In addition to several literary novels in various stages of development, I’m working on a science fiction series from another publisher, and I just released a fun experiment in which I took a sixth grade science fiction story that decades later sparked that series, drew sixty-five illustrations for it, and self-published it as a picture book. Somehow the ludicrous kid story works with the modern illustrations and comes off as an adult work. Though I never intended this as a serious writing project, I’ve never done anything quite like this before and the whole effort has been deeply satisfying.

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

Web site: www.sortmind.com

Blog: www.blog.sortmind.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/sortmind

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Michael.D.Smith.Writer

Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/author/smithmi

CommWealth is available at:

Publisher’s website: http://www.classactbooks.com/index.php/component/virtuemart/dystopian/commwealth-6022015-08-14-23-29-50-detail?Itemid=0

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/CommWealth-Michael-D-Smith-ebook/dp/B013YPU5D4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1478983628&sr=8-1&keywords=CommWealth

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/commwealth-michael-d-smith/1122537291?ean=2940152097313

SmashWords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/569160

Also available from amazon.uk: https://www.amazon.co.uk/CommWealth-Michael-D-Smith-ebook/dp/B013YPU5D4/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1478983892&sr=1-1&keywords=CommWealth+by+Michael+D.+SMith

 

 

 

 

 

 

Purr M for Murder by T.C. Lotempio

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GENRE:  Cozy Mystery

BLURB:

Sydney McCall left behind an ex-fiancé and a New York advertising job to return home to Deer Park, North Carolina and help her sister, Kat, run the local animal shelter, Friendly Paws. Determined to save the shelter from financial trouble, Sydney and Kat organize a cat café fundraising event at a local coffee shop. Things are looking up until their landlord, Trowbridge Littleton, threatens to shut down the event. When Sydney drops by his art gallery to make peace, she finds Kat–along with Littleton’s dead body.

Local homicide detective Will Worthington–who just happens to be Sydney’s old high school crush–is highly suspicious of the sisters’ involvement. Desperate to clear their names from the suspect list, Sydney pounces on the investigation. With the help of one of the shelter cats, a savvy orange tabby named Toby, Sydney begins poking her nose into other local businesses whose owners may have benefited from Littleton’s death–until the killer notices she’s pawing a little too closely at the truth.

Excerpt:

Will glanced up. “Pretty observant of you, Syd. The ME will determine the cause of mediakit_bookcover_purrmformurder-002death.” He tapped on his notebook with the edge of his pen. “Why don’t you walk me through what happened. How did the two of you come to be in Littleton’s shop so early?”

“We had something we wanted to discuss with Mr. Littleton, and we thought the earlier the better,” I said.

“I see. And just what was the nature of this discussion?”

I shifted my weight to my other foot. “Friendly Paws has teamed with Dayna’s Treats & Sweets for a cat café event to benefit the shelter. For a nominal fee, people can have their coffee and goodies in a room with shelter cats that are available for adoption.”

Will glanced up, and I could see a light of interest in his eyes. “I’ve heard of those cafes. They’re mostly in Europe.”

“There are a few in the States, big cities mostly. This will be the first event of it’s kind in North Carolina. We’re hoping to increase revenue for both the café and the shelter.”

“Let me guess. That idea didn’t sit well with Littleton?”

Kat and I both shook our heads in unison and Kat exclaimed, “I should say not! He was in the shop yesterday, and he made his feelings pretty darn clear. He thought having the cats around would be detrimental to business. Heck, he thinks-thought-the shelter in general was a detriment to the town.”

“A sentiment you two didn’t agree with,” he said slowly.

“I should say not!” Kat returned, her cheeks starting to flame. “Syd and I tried to reason with him yesterday but he dind’t want to hear it.”

“And that’s why you decided to come here this morning?”

I nodded. “Yes. I put together a pretty good argument of pros for the event. I was hoping to appeal to his sense of business acumen.”

“Why did you feel this was necessary? Had he threatened you?”

“Not in so many words,” I said carefully. “But he did say yesterday that he was determined to put a stop to the proceedings, and we hadn’t heard the last from him.”

“Um-hm.” Will murmured, scribbling some more.

“And Leila Addams – do you remember her, Will? She’s a reporter for the Deer Park Herald now,” Kat chimed in. “Leila said that she thought Littleton was inquiring about starting a petition against showing the shelter cats – and the shelter in general.”

Will made another notation in his book. “So when was the last time you saw Littleton?”

“Yesterday around one-thirty.” I cleared my throat. “If that’s all the questions you have, we need to get going.”

He snapped his notebook shut. “You’re free to go for now,” he said, “but I will probably need to talk to you some more later on.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “We’ll be here.”

The corners of Will’s lips twitched slightly. “Good to know.”

Once we were back out on the street, Kat hauled off and punched me in the arm – hard.

“Yow!” I cried. “What was that for?”

“For thinking that you could come here and face Littleton without me, for one,” Kat said. “I knew you had your fingers crossed last night.”

I rubbed at my arm. “Can’t put anything over on you, can I?”

She gave me a shrewd look. “So, how did it feel, seeing Will Worthington again after all these years! I heard he was back in town, but I had no idea he’d become a detective – homicide, no less.” She cut me a sidelong glance. “Funny, isn’t it, how you two came back to Deer Park almost at the same time. Like Karma, or something.”

“Well, I’d rather deal with Will than his partner, Colombo Junior,” I said. “Come on, let’s get my car and get to the shelter. I hope Maggie isn’t too worried.”

We walked through the alleyway and when we were almost at the spot where I’d parked, I suddenly stopped short. “Hey,” Kat cried as she ran full tilt into my back. “What’s wrong?”

I pointed to the empty space beside my car. “There was a white Lincoln there when I came, parked pretty badly. The license plate read TLITTLE. I thought for sure it was Littleton’s car, but if it’s gone…”

“A white Lincoln? That’s his wife Petra’s car,” Kat said. She glanced around, then pointed to the gym. “She must have parked it here instead of the gym parking lot, like she usually does. I wonder why.”

Another disturbing thought occurred to me as I slid behind the wheel. It would have been impossible for Littleton’s wife not to have seen the ambulance and police cars parked in front of her husband’s shop. Why hadn’t she come to see what was wrong?

Unless, of course…she didn’t have to. Because she already knew.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

mediakit_authorphoto_purrmformurder-002While Toni Lotempio does not commit – or solve – murders in real life, she has no trouble doing it on paper. Her lifelong love of mysteries began early on when she was introduced to her first Nancy Drew mystery at age 10 – The Secret in the Old Attic. She (and ROCCO, albeit he’s uncredited) pen the Nick and Nora mystery series from Berkley Prime Crime – the first volume, MEOW IF ITS MURDER, debuted Dec. 2, 2014. Followed by #2, CLAWS FOR ALARM. #3, CRIME AND CATNIP, is out this December. She, Rocco and Maxx make their home in Clifton, New Jersey, just twenty minutes from the Big Apple – New York. Catch up with them at http://www.tclotempio.com and http://www.catsbooksmorecats.blogspot.com

Where to find them:

ROCCO’s blog:
http://www.catsbooksmorecats.blogspot.com
Website:
WWW.tclotempio.com

Amazon- Purr M for Murder

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Ride ’em, Cowgirl! The Cowboys of Clark’s Folly (Texas) are Coming!!

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Love you some cowboys?  Here are 4 cowboy stories to touch the heart and the libido…


Cut ’em out, ride ’em in!!

Mount up girls!  Don’t get bucked off.

The Cowboys of Clark’s Folly is now available for pre-order on Amazon.  Will go live April 16th. Texas will never be the same…

 

A Human Element by Donna GalantI

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tourbanner_ahumanelement-002~~~~~~~~~~~~  GENRE: Paranormal Suspense  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

BLURB:

Evil comes in many forms…

One by one, Laura Armstrong’s friends and adoptive family members are being murdered, and despite her unique healing powers, she can do nothing to stop it. The savage killer haunts her dreams, tormenting her with the promise that she is next. Determined to find the killer, she follows her visions to the site of a crashed meteorite in her hometown. There, she meets Ben Fieldstone, who seeks answers about his parents’ death the night the meteorite struck. In a race to stop a madman, they unravel a frightening secret that binds them together. But the killer’s desire to destroy Laura face-to-face leads to a showdown that puts Laura and Ben’s emotional relationship and Laura’s pure spirit to the test. With the killer closing in, Laura discovers her destiny is linked to his, and she has two choices—redeem him or kill him.

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EXCERPT:

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The man could hear the child’s bellowing cries coming from underneath the blanket covering it. She pushed the child into his arms as if eager to be rid of it. He took the bundle and handed the nurse his packages. The nurse began to close the door when he

heard another far away cry.

The man wedged his foot in the door. “What was that?”

“N-Nothing.” The nurse looked up.

The man risked looking her in the eye.

“The girl is in pain and won’t keep quiet.” She clutched the envelope and folded her arms across her sagging bosom.

“It sounded like another baby,” he said.

“It’s just the whimpering slut. Now she’s paid double for what she’s done.” The nurse took a step back as if aware she had said too much already. She glared at him. “Now go on. You have what you wanted. And so do I.” She shut the door in his face.

The man in black stood there for a long moment, considering the woman’s choice of words. What if another child had been delivered and the frigid woman and country doctor kept it secret?

Fascinating.

He decided to keep this information to himself. He would find the opportune time to use it. He was a patient man. But first, he had to see for himself. He peeled back the child’s bunting and looked for the first time into its yellow eyes. For that moment, the baby fell silent.

“Welcome to Earth X-10.”

The baby resumed its wailing.

The man turned with his noisy package and melted into the darkness satisfied, as the doctor had been, that the night’s events had provided him with more than he had asked for.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Donna Galanti is the author of the paranormal suspense Element Trilogy (Imajin Books -http://www.imajinbooks.com/ )  and the children’s fantasy adventure Joshua and The Lightning Road series (Month9Books -http://www.month9books.com/ ). Donna is a contributing editor for International Thriller Writers the Big Thrill (http://www.thebigthrill.org/) – magazine and blogs with other middle grade authors at Project Middle Grade Mayhem (http://project-middle-grade-mayhem.blogspot.com/search/label/Donna Galanti) . She’s lived from England as a child, to Hawaii as a U.S. Navy photographer. Donna enjoys teaching at conferences on the writing craft and marketing and also presenting as a guest author at elementary and middle schools.

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Visit her at http://www.elementtrilogy.com and http://www.donnagalanti.com.

Connect with Donna:
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Purchase books 1 and 2 in the Element Trilogy:
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Lapses of Memory by M.S. Spencer!

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Love in the air

Thank you so much, Linda, for having me at your lovely site today to talk about my new romantic suspense/adventure Lapses of Memory.

Lapses of Memory follow the exploits of two journalists, Sydney Bellek and Elian Davies, as they travel the globe reporting on various world catastrophes. In one of their encounters they find themselves embroiled in the early stages of the revolution in Iran and only barely escape. A few years later we find them rivals in the search for a scoop on the Lebanese Civil War. At one point they are separated and Sydney finds comfort in another’s arms.

Having lived through some of the events that Sydney and Elian confront, I wanted to convey both the excitement and the fear you feel when enmeshed in a world-shattering crisis. As reporters, Sydney and Elian sensed that something important was happening, but couldn’t know the extent or the consequences of it. As lovers, their evolving romance was often interrupted by their ambitions or the vagaries of war.  Many times, a happy ending seemed far from secure. And yet…and yet…I hope you find the story as romantic as I do.

Lapses of Memory

Wild Rose Press, 3/15/2017, Imprint: Champagne Rose

Contemporary romantic suspense/Action Adventure; M/F; 2 flames

Ebook (70,560); Print: 296 pp.

Blurb

Sydney Bellek first meets Elian Davies in the 1950s when she is five & he is seven. While he knows from the start that she is his true love, she does not. Later, as rival journalists, they vie for scoops on international crises. The handsome and intrepid Elian beats her out at every turn, even while keeping his love for her secret.

Only after years of separation does she finally realize they are meant to be together, but, in a twist of fate, it is Elian whose memory of her is gone. Will he remember her before she loses heart or will their new love be enough to replace the old one?

Buy Links:

TWRP: http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/4896-lapses-of-memory.html

I Tunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/lapses-of-memory/id1196959922?mt=11

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Lapses-Memory-M-S-Spencer-ebook/dp/B01N5P9FTU

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As always with romance, there are hurdles to leap. Here is one:

Excerpt: Walker

He helped her into his car. “You still up for dinner at Luigi’s?”

“Are you kidding? I’m famished. This second trimester is making up for everything I upchucked in the first.”

“What a pretty picture. You’ve certainly become more graphic in your speech with this pregnancy, Sydney. It’s a wonder you even can blush.”

The maitre d’ saw them coming and had bread and butter on the table before they even sat down.

“Thank you, Luigi. How thoughtful of you.”

Luigi winked at Walker. “After this, your fourth visit to Luigi’s, I know that madame needs sustenance right away. The veal piccata as usual?”

“Yes, please.”

Walker ordered a salad. Finishing it quickly, he sat back to watch Sydney eat, an affectionate smile teetering on his lips. An hour later, she scraped the last droplet of chocolate icing from her plate and patted her bulging stomach. “That was delicious. Thank you, Walker.”

“I’m glad I can be here for you.”

Sydney fought her heavy eyelids back to the open position. “Speaking of, when do you have to go back to Turkey? You’ve been here over four months—I thought you were only assigned here temporarily.”

“Oh,” he said carelessly, “you know the military. Everything takes longer than they expect. Which brings me to tonight’s topic.”

Hmm? I didn’t see an agenda. Don’t we have to approve the minutes first?”

“Waived.” He pushed the candle aside and bent toward her. “Sydney? I’ve asked for a permanent transfer to the Pentagon.”

“Oh?”

“They’ve tentatively agreed but require proof that the grounds I gave are justified.”

Sydney stifled a yawn. It’s after eight o’clock, for heaven’s sake. I wish he’d get on with this. She thought of the hot bath waiting at home and forced a smile. “And what’s that?”

“That…that…” He pushed something toward her. Her eyes dropped to a small velvet box. “…that I’m getting married.”

Without thinking, she opened it. Long seconds clicked by. Sydney stared at the ring. Walker stared at her. The couple at the next table stared at them both. The waiter passed by their table and stopped to stare. Finally Sydney took a sip of water and whispered, “Oh, my.”

No one seemed particularly impressed with this response. The waiter raised his hand as if to suggest a more appropriate reply, and the woman at the next table whispered loudly to her companion. Sydney caught the words “milk” and “cow.”

As she opened her mouth again, praying that something sensible would issue from it, Walker as usual let her off the hook. “Look, take your time. I just thought…” He raised his hand to signal for the check and almost took the waiter’s eye out.

“I…I…” She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t answer him. Not yet.

They left a small crowd glaring at their retreating backs and muttering disgruntled objections. Walker drove her to her house in silence and left her at the door.

Sydney stumbled inside and collapsed on the couch. Something hard gouged into her hip. She pulled out the box. The diamond was quite large, the setting very simple. It is a beautiful ring. A long-lost memory rose like Venus from the sea, a memory of a plastic ring with a large pink crystal. Elian had found it on the beach in Tangier. He’d tried to give it to her, but she’d run off laughing. When he caught up with her, she had puffed, “I’ll wait for a real diamond,” and pushed his hand away.

Elian had tossed the child’s ring down and mumbled, “Okay.”

Should I have taken the toy? Something told her she’d still be wearing it. And I’d never be able to move on. No. She picked up Walker’s offering and slipped it on. Mrs. Walker Adams. The Adams family. Party of three. It just might work.

About the Author

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 in academia, 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 two 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.

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Her General in Gray – Release 4/7/17 – Pre-order – Virtual Book Tour Starts 4/6!!

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Goddess Fish Promotions is organizing a Name Before the Masses Virtual Book Tour for Her General in Gray, beginning April 6th, skipping May when I’ll be in England, and resuming in June!  My prize for the tour are black diamond earrings to one commenter and a copy of any of my backlist to a second. (Photo of earrings coming soon)

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A Northern lass gets more than she bargained for when she buys a plantation in the South Carolina Low Country. Allen Hall comes complete with its own ghost–a Civil War General–for the Confederacy!

Puppy Love by Kelly Moran

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tourbanner_puppyloveetal-002GENRE: Contemporary Romance

BLURB:

After a passionless marriage under the scrutiny of high society, Avery Stowe is taking back her life. All she wants is a little privacy and a quiet place to raise her autistic daughter, Hailey. Redwood Ridge, Oregon, seems to offer all the right ingredients. Except for the problem of the local sexy veterinarian. The last thing she needs in her life is to fall for his irresistible allure, even if he is a nice guy who keeps doing her favors. But the well-meaning patrons of her new hometown have other ideas, and it appears playing Cupid is one of them.

Cade O’Grady has never met a woman he couldn’t handle, but when Avery Stowe walks into his office late one night cradling an injured puppy, he’s struck stupid. Which might explain her total lack of interest in him. But now that she’s working for his family’s clinic, he doesn’t have to lust from a distance. He might just have a chance at convincing Avery—and her too-guarded heart—that falling for the right man isn’t a mistake . . .

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EXCERPT:

 Avery wiped her hands on a dish towel and went to answer the incessant knocking. Hoping it was the moving van, she pulled the door open to find Seraph’s vet. “Oh.” She took a step back and blinked. “It’s you.”

The Jerk, she’d begun to call him in her head.

Looking just as attractive as he had the night before, sans the irritation, his hands framed the doorway as he leaned into them, taking up the whole space. Sandy blond hair, a little on the longish side, curled around his ears and nape. Blue eyes damn near the color of the Pacific in June warily stared at her. A little gray mixed in to keep them from being too potent.

His jaw had a day’s worth of scruff and the man rocked a set of powder blue scrubs under an open leather coat.

God. He was an eye-gasm if she ever saw one.

When he didn’t say anything, her heart started to pound. “Oh, no. Is…Seraph all right?” She turned to peek at Hailey, who was doing a numbers app game on the iPad at the kitchen table.

“He’s doing fine. Recuperating very well.”

His voice had her pausing, just like the night before, but today it wasn’t as angry. It wasn’t quite coarse or too deep, but there was a melodic rhythm when he spoke. Great. So his voice was an ear-gasm on top of his too handsome looks. Crap on a cracker.

She caught herself wrapping the towel around her hand in nervousness and stopped. “Then why are you here?”

Pushing off the frame, he towered over her five-six height to what had to be six feet. “I came to apologize. May I come in?”

“Um, sure.” She held the door open wider and glanced at Hailey. If he got upset again or had a naturally loud voice, it could upset her. “Sweetie, why don’t you do that in your bedroom for a few minutes? I’ll be in soon.”

Hailey grabbed her device and headed down the hall.

“She doesn’t talk much, does she? For a girl, I mean. Thought they were all chatter boxes.” He laughed uncomfortably and rubbed his neck.

The guy had adorable charm in spades.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

3moran-kelly-002Bestselling author Kelly Moran says she gets her ideas from everyone and everything around her and there’s always a book playing out in her head. No one who knows her bats an eyelash when she talks to herself, and no one is safe from becoming her next fictional character. She is a Catherine Award-Winner, Readers Choice Finalist, Holt Medallion Finalist, and earned one of the 10 Best Reads by USA Today’s HEA. She is also a Romance Writers of America member. Her interests include: sappy movies, MLB, NFL, driving others insane, and sleeping when she can. She is a closet caffeine junkie and chocoholic, but don’t tell anyone. She resides in Wisconsin with her husband, three sons, and two dogs. Most of her family lives in the Carolinas, so she spends a lot of time there as well. She loves hearing from her readers.

Author Links:

Website: http://www.authorkellymoran.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKellyMoran/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorkmoran

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The Romance Reviews – The 6th Anniversary Party starts on March 1!!

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trrI’m on March 10, and my Q&A answer can be found on my website:  http://www.lindanightingale.com.  Browse around.  It’s easy to spot!

MorganDArcyAVampyreRhapsody_w10500_medMy prize is a lovely set of princess cut ruby earrings and an ebook copy of Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody.  Getting great reviews and even reviewed by RT.

Here’s the link to browse the authors and giveaways (and Weeks Prizes are given) on the TRR site:  http://www.theromancereviews.com/event.php

I’m in WEEK 2 with my Question & Answer, which is a multiple choice.

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Ghost Touch by LA Dragoni

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tourbanner_ghosttouch-002GENRE: Paranormal Romance

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BLURB:

For fifteen minutes each night a portal opens in Tamara’s barn and a horde of ghosts spills into her yard. She and Dex work together to find a way to help Cal and the thousands of spirits stuck in the void to cross over. When she learns she has the ghost touch—the ability to touch the ghosts as if they were corporeal—and she accidentally helps a little boy cross, she believes it might be possible. But not all the spirits play nice and when they learn they can sip energy from her ghost touch, they become greedy putting her life at risk.

Each time Cal has to pull her from the mass of ghosts, her touch restores him more and more until he is at danger of being stuck on earth—forever, which is very enticing to Tamara the better she knows him. Will she and Dex figure out how to help the spirits cross and if they do, will she be able to let Cal go?

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Excerpt:

An unnatural blue-white light spilled outward, making her squint. Blinding bright in the center, it faded to murky shadows in the corners. Tamara’s heart all but stopped when
shapes developed within the bright center. A crowd of people surged forward, scattering in all directions across her yard.

There were so many. Panic filled Tamara while she tried to figure out what to do, how to defend herself against so many. Who were all these people? Why had they been in her barn? Why is that man digging?

“Hey, stop!” she yelled.mediakit_bookcover_ghosttouch-002

A woman in a torn red dress stumbled up the hill reminding Tamara of herself in last night’s dream. The woman’s long blond hair streamed behind her in the windless night. She continually glanced over her shoulder, a terrified expression gnarling her beautiful face, though no one pursued her.

Then a single man sauntered forward, his attention intent on Tamara. The bright light behind him made it impossible for her to make out any detail, but his manner seemed equal parts commanding and relaxed. Her heart fluttered madly, and she felt the muzzle of the rifle dip toward the ground as she considered fleeing. A flat, wide-brimmed cowboy hat sat straight on his head. Well-worn leather chaps covered his bowed legs. Strange clicking noises accompanied him across the lawn. As he drew closer his image sharpened. When Tamara saw his face, she lowered the gun barrel. “Sheesh, I am dreaming.”

She looked into the skinless face of her latest nightmare.

“Ma’am, I can assure you, this is no dream.”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

img_5209-copy-002LA Dragoni isn’t too particular about who falls in love or where they fall in love. She simply considers it her job to capture the story about their love. Whether it’s paranormal, mythical, or time travel, LA will be there to divine their story for you. She lives in Central Oregon with her husband and children, but haunts ghost towns and cemeteries up and down the west, in search of the next adventure to sift through her storytelling brain.

Follow LA on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/ladragoni/and

Twitter https://twitter.com/LA_Dragoni

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and learn more about LA and her work at http://www.ladragoni.com

Available in ebook, and audiobook from Amazon, http://amzn.to/1G7ZpC4

and now available in print! https://www.amazon.com/dp/152052157X?ref_=pe_870760_150889320

Also available on Barnes and Noble, http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ghost-touch-la-dragoni/1122871133

Kobo, https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/ghost-touch-2

iTunes, https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1053760714

and other e-tailers.

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