I thoroughly enjoyed this book of novellas which lives up to its name of Hunks to the Rescue. The gents in these stories will keep your attention and libido on peak. One of my favorites was Breaking the Rules by Katie O’Sullivan. I liked the writing style. There were interesting turns of phrase that built both the character and the tone of the story. Jake, the hero—an undercover cop—is quite the hunk coupled with a spunky heroine. I found O’Sullivan’s setting in detail in the restaurant trade refreshing and different. I learned a bit about the hierarchy that achieves those beautifully presented dishes. This romantic suspense is spicy and intriguing enough to please Abbie’s ideals. You can watch the hero Jake overcoming a few blots on his reputation, and you just get the feeling he’s a good cop—but not your average guy! This book of novellas resided on my bedside table for a short time—I just couldn’t put the book down!
Nell has graciously agreed to answer a few questions you might find interesting. Nell,
What is your greatest temptation?
In men: After 24 years of marriage, I’ve learned to ignore temptations. But if you’re asking what qualities I find most attractive: I like a man with a good laugh.
In food: Bread, cheese, and wine. And I give in to them all the time.
In clothes: Dressing like a homeless person.
What is your greatest weakness? Being nice to people who are jerks. I wish I’d speak up more and lose the reflexive smile.
If you could have any kind of car, what would it be? A flying car.
Your dream home – mountains or ocean? I love them both, but if push comes to shove, I’d choose the ocean over the mountains. Watching the tides roll in is my favorite activity on earth.
What inspired you to become a writer? Opening up books with bad prose and realizing their authors were making money. That helped to vault me out of my insecurities and give it a try. Since I was a kid, I’d dreamed of writing a book and was waiting for the perfect inspiration. It wasn’t until I gave up on the idea of writing a great novel that I was able to complete an entire project.
Do you have a daily writing routine? Until I went back to graduate school in the fall, my routine was to write first thing in the morning in the nook off our kitchen, watching the squirrels jump back and forth from the dogwood tree to the eaves of the garage. Whenever I reached an impasse, I’d walk my dogs and wait for inspiration, which almost always came. I’d go back to writing a couple of hours more and then get ready to meet with my students (I teach kids with dyslexia). I’m looking forward to a 2-month break from classes so I can get back to my work in progress.
What is your favorite book? I can’t give you less than five. Anna Karenina, Madame Bovary, Cry, the Beloved Country, The Corrections, Invisible Man. I majored in English literature and love reading as much as I love my children, so this is a difficult question to answer.
What is your favorite movie? Another tough one! Room with a View, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Pulp Fiction, Fiddler on the Roof.
Who is your favorite historical figure? Flawed as he was, Thomas Jefferson remains a man whose intellect, energy, and vision inspires me. I absolutely love the portrayal of his character in Hamilton, even though it’s not too flattering.
In your books, who is your favorite hero and please introduce him? In my new release, Turning the Tides, my “hero” is first seen sneaking, hungover, out of the bed of a woman he met the night before. After creating a stainless hero in my first novel, A Leap of Faith, writing a more flawed character was a lot of fun.
Who is your favorite heroine and please introduce her? My favorite heroine is generally the one I’m currently writing. Right now, I’m enjoying being in the head of the heroine of my WIP: a successful stylist to the stars who is forced to return to her small town and face the secret she left behind.
What do you have out now? My debut novel, A Leap of Faith, released last June with The Wild Rose Press. I think of it as an old-fashioned love story, where both of my protagonists are pure of heart.
My new novel with The Wild Rose Press, Turning the Tides, is a bit of a departure from the traditional love story: (blurb)
Ever the black sheep of her adoptive family, Lee Cooper has finally buckled down to a responsible job as a social worker in Southwest Florida. Defending her client against charges of child abuse awakens buried memories of her own abandonment in a Korean orphanage. Can she remain objective for the sake of a child?
Bricker Kilbourn, the court-appointed guardian, doubts Lee’s judgments–and his opinion might determine the little boy’s fate. He’s got his own family issues and haunting secrets to keep. Falling for a woman is not part of his plan.
He’s running from his past. She’s searching for answers. Will their resolution to protect a child bind them together or wrench them apart?
Lee took a deep breath. Time for the sales pitch. “Amber’s been learning appropriate expectations for a child Kaleb’s age. I’d like to see her visitations increased while he’s in custody.” If the guardian ad litem was really so influential, maybe he could pull some strings.
Bricker frowned. “The nursery school teachers report Kaleb plucked at his hair after her visit.”
Great. I wonder if Amber knows and just didn’t tell me. Lee hoped her face was impassive. “Sometimes kids act out when they’re separated from a parent.”
One eyebrow rose high, and the corners of Bricker’s mouth lifted. “He doesn’t pull out his hair after his dad’s visits.”
The man seemed bent on disagreeing with her. Lowering her head, she forced a smile before raising her gaze. “But his dad sees him more often than his mom does. If Kaleb visited with her more often, he might be less traumatized when she left.” She didn’t know if that was true, but she hoped it sounded convincing.
Bricker scratched his chin. “Kaleb seems a lot more comfortable with men than women. A little unusual for a three year old, in my experience.” He shook his head. “Makes me wonder what, exactly, goes on at home.”
Low blow. Her nails biting into her palms, she fired him a look of pure venom. “Are you a psychologist, too, Mr. Bartender?” she snapped. “Otherwise, it’s not your job to psychoanalyze my client.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly are your credentials? Since you’ve diagnosed Kaleb with post-traumatic stress disorder.”
Lee’s pulse thumped in her throat. “For your information, I studied psychology. In a real college. Not Bartending School.” The nasty words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. What was she doing?
He raised his palms, twisting his lips into a mocking smile. “A psychology major! You should have said so,” he drawled. “Maybe you can diagnose me next.”
Lee scrabbled for the door handle with her right hand. If she didn’t get out fast, she’d slap his arrogant face–and ruin Amber’s chances of regaining custody of her son
Nell Castle grew up in western Pennsylvania and graduated from Temple University in Philadelphia. Since then, she’s lived in Key West, Anchorage, Sarasota, and Virginia Beach. She moved back to northeastern Ohio to raise her kids closer to the family homestead but looks forward to moving back to a gentler climate. Until then, she revisits white powder beaches and mountain streams in her writing. Turning the Tides is her second release with The Wild Rose Press.
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What is your greatest temptation:
In men: an accent, usually British/Scottish/Australian
In food: sugar (and in drink: coffee of any kind!)
In clothes: mary-jane shoes – so comfy and cute
What is your greatest weakness (example: buying shoes)? My children. Okay, that’s the mom answer, but it’s true. Also flowers – for my perennial gardens. I love flowers. I will spend my entire IRA on them, if it means a gorgeous garden of lilies and lupine! Flowers bring sunshine to my days.
If you could have any kind of car, what would it be? Red Jeep Wrangler (which is the same answer as my teen self who loved to watch MacGyver; yes, yes, his was not red, but a gal’s gotta stand out!)
Your dream home – mountains or ocean? Mountains, with a lake. Or at least a meadow of…flowers.
What inspired you to become a writer? My love of the hero’s journey, the hope of a happy ending, and my tendency to get lost in daydreams. My mother was also an artist and poet.
Do you have a daily writing routine? If so, please share. Nope! I write in nooks and crannies and around family and work and life schedules. Sometimes I can write for hours on end for days in a row if time (and life) permits; sometimes in the wee morning hours. I would love to write daily. Eventually!
What is your favorite book? Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. Two words: Jamie Fraser.
What is your favorite movie? The Princess Bride
Who is your favorite historical figure? Jacques Cousteau and Eugenie Clark, pioneer marine biologists
In your books, who is your favorite hero and please introduce him? Well that would be Sir Alasdair Montgomerie, a man carrying pivotal information for the Scottish Cause against England, but who travels under the guise of Aleck Stirrat, a trader. He’s got a dark past and a baron hunting him.
Who is your favorite heroine and please introduce her? That would be lovely, but cursed, Lady Deirdre MacCoinneach, an enchanting woman with a magical ability to sense the lifebloods or auras of others.
A Hundred Kisses from The Wild Rose Press and Jean M. Grant!
Two wedding nights. Two dead husbands.
Deirdre MacCoinneach wishes to understand her unusual ability to sense others’ lifeblood energies…and vows to discover if her gift killed the men she married. Her father’s search for a new and unsuspecting suitor for Deirdre becomes complicated when rumors of witchcraft abound.
Under the façade of a trader, Alasdair Montgomerie travels to Uist with pivotal information for a Claimant seeking the Scottish throne. A ruthless baron hunts him and a dark past haunts him, leaving little room for alliances with a Highland laird or his tempting daughter.
Awestruck when she realizes that her unlikely travel companion is the man from her visions, a man whose thickly veiled emotions are buried beneath his burning lifeblood, Deirdre wonders if he, too, will die in her bed if she follows her father’s orders. Amidst magic, superstition, and ghosts of the past, Alasdair and Deirdre find themselves falling together in a web of secrets and the curse of a hundred kisses…
She sensed no colors in the murky, lifeless water, and it was freeing. All breath escaped her. Muted visions passed before her eyes—her mother, her father, Gordon, and Cortland. Just a moment longer, she thought…
Suddenly, a burst of warm light invaded her thoughts as air filled her lungs. Red-hot hands burned her shoulders and ripped her from her icy grave. She breathed life into her body. She coughed, gagging on the change.
Muffled words yelled at her.
Oh, God, so hot. His fingers were like hot pokers. Her head pounded as she slowly returned to the present. Heat radiated from her rescuer. Somebody had pulled her from the water.
“Hush, lass. You nearly drowned.”
His voice was as soothing as a warm cup of goat’s milk on a winter’s day. A red-hot glow emanated from his body. Never before had she felt such a strong lifeblood, and it nearly burned her. She struggled in his arms to get free. She blinked, only seeing a blurry form before her. “Release me!”
She splashed and wriggled, and he did as told. She clambered to the shoreline. Numb and shaken, she began to dress. It wasn’t easy as she fumbled with slick fingers to put dry clothes over wet skin. She instantly regretted her naked swim. She pulled on her long-sleeved white chemise first.
She faced the forest, away from her rescuer. He quietly splashed to shore. His lifeblood burned into her back. He wasn’t far behind, but he stopped. She refused to look at him until she was fully clothed, not out of embarrassment of her nudity, but for what had just happened. He released a groan and mumbled under his breath about wet boots. His voice was not one of her father’s soldiers.
When she put the last garment on, her brown wool work kirtle, she squeezed out her sopping hair and swept her hands through the knotty mess. She fastened her belt and tied the lacings up the front of the kirtle. Blood returned to her fingertips, and she regained her composure. Belated awareness struck her, and she leaned down and searched through her bag for her dagger. She spun around.
She gasped as she saw the man sitting on the stone-covered shoreline, his wet boots off. Confusion and the hint of a scowl filled his strong-featured face. She staggered back, caught her heel on a stone, and fell, dropping the dagger. Dirt and pebbles stuck to her wet hands and feet, and she instinctively scrambled away from him.
His glower, iridescent dark blue eyes, and disheveled black hair were not unfamiliar. Staring at her was the man she had seen in her dream—it was the man from the wood.
Jean is a scientist, part-time education director, and a mom. She currently resides in Massachusetts and draws from her interests in history, science, the outdoors, and her family for inspiration. She enjoys writing non-fiction articles for family-oriented and travel magazines, and aspires to write children’s books while continuing to write novels. In 2008, she visited the land of her daydreams, Scotland, and it was nothing short of breathtaking. Jean enjoys tending to her flower gardens, tackling the biggest mountains in New England with her husband, and playing with her sons, while daydreaming about the next hero to write about…
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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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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.
Wild Rose Press, 3/15/2017, Imprint: Champagne Rose
Contemporary romantic suspense/Action Adventure; M/F; 2 flames
Ebook (70,560); Print: 296 pp.
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?
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As always with romance, there are hurdles to leap. Here is one:
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?”
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.”
“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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GENRE: Contemporary Romance
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 . . .
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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Bestselling 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.
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GENRE: Paranormal Romance
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?
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.
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.”
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LA 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.
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Hi, my name is Katelyn Devereaux. Maybe you’ve heard of me, or at least my dad’s advertising agency, the Devereaux Agency. I guess I should say my advertising agency, but I’m ahead of myself.
Up until last Thanksgiving, I had a pretty cushy life. I had to parents who loved me, or so I thought. I lived just outside of Denver in a converted barn, and I had a job I loved with clients I worked well with. You see I went to school to be graphic artist, and if I do say so myself, I’m very good at it.
Of course, everything changed when my folks were returning from a post-Thanksgiving trip to California. My dad was a pilot and he was flying his own plane when something went wrong and it crashed. In an instant, I was an orphan, or so I thought. I was also the sole owner of the Devereaux Advertising Agency.
It was around the time of my birthday when I finally went through some of my dad’s papers and learned I was adopted. You heard me right. I was adopted and never knew it. I no sooner found the papers when I got a call from the adoption agency saying my birth family wanted to find me. Well, believe you me, I didn’t want them to find me.
Finally, my friend Katie told me I needed to get away from everything, including the man who wanted to marry me, Martin. Of course, he’s another story. He’s a lot older than me and although I know my dad would approve of him I can’t see myself married to someone who could be my father.
Everything hit the fan when I went to Wisconsin with Katie and met her neighbor, Seth Miller. It wasn’t a great meeting. I was on the dock drawing a picture of a Mallard Duck when he came up the beach and called me by someone else’s name.
I think you get the picture, it was a case of MISTAKEN IDENTITY, but he scared away my duck and I was quite upset about it.
If you want to find out what happened next, please read my story in MISTAKEN IDENTITY by Sherry Derr-Wille and published by CLASS ACT BOOKS.
Thank you for letting me tell you my story.
About the Author:
Sherry lives in a mid-sized Southern Wisconsin with her husband of 46 years, Bob, whom she deems a saint for putting up with a crazy writer.
With three children, seven grandchildren, more book signings than she can sometimes handle, she puts out four to five books a year and loves writing in her hot pink office.
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Katelyn Devereaux needs a vacation. More than a vacation, she needs to put Denver behind her as well as the man who wants her as his wife and the birth family who is insisting on finding her.
A secluded cottage on a lake in Wisconsin sounds like the perfect spot to get away—or is it?
Seth Miller knows the reason that he mistook Katelyn for Genean is his knowledge that his best friend’s wife was adopted by strangers at birth. Of course he can’t change the facts that Genean and Katelyn are sisters, especially after he learns that the company she wants to visit in Wisconsin is owned by Genean’s brother, Randy, and her husband, Brad.
I wrote a sequel to Love For Sale (The Wild Rose Press) sometime ago, but the editor didn’t particularly like it. I have since returned to the Black Rose line and my original editor, Callie Lynn Wolfe–Love her! While Love for a Song sat in my computer, the story started to change in my mind.
The book belongs to Daniel, a secondary character in Love For Sale. It’s his love story and furthers the world of the androids themselves, introducing new characters–steadily growing as the plot changes in my head. I also changed the name to Life For Sale. Hopefully, I’ll be ready to send this book to Callie by end of next month. The original will need a lot of work before it is morphs into my new vision of it. The book will definitely be darker than the original concept, but I think more believable.
Love For Sale was the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewers’ Choice in Sci-Fi Romance in 2015. You can pick up a copy on Amazon or at The Wild Rose Press website.