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#GuestPost #BookSpotlight – “The Moon Crossing” by Jan Selbourne and Eileen Troemel

Thank you for having me Amber,   

A few months ago, the wonderful sci-fi author Eileen Troemel hauled me away from my historical fiction books to co-write The Moon Crossing – a story of life on the moon after the 1969 landing.  It was quite a trip!

Here are a few words from one of the main characters

Hi, I’m Susan Cooper. My life was uninteresting and rather empty until I became aware of a huge conspiracy hidden behind the walls of a renowned philanthropic organization. To start at the beginning, my brother Micky, a well-known archeologist was the achiever in our family. I know now I used that as an excuse to drink too much and drift from one job to another until he was convicted of embezzlement and sent to the world’s worst prison, on the moon. Micky can be a mind-numbing nerd but he’s no thief and I wanted answers. That’s when I met Greg Tanner searching for his brilliant linguist cousin Samantha, convicted of treason and sent to the same prison. When it was obvious someone wanted us silenced, there was no option but take the shuttle to the moon. The dark side of the moon.

Here’s the blurb –

USA Today Bestselling Author Eileen Troemel and Coffee Pot Book Club Historical Fiction Silver Medal author Jan Selbourne present an alternate history, sweet romance of life after the Moon Landing in 1969. 

In 2030, World Correction Center – the Earth’s most secure prison – is a miserable place to land. Since it’s on the moon, it’s inescapable. It contains the worst criminals Earth has ever seen. So why are the brilliant minds across the globe being sent to this black hole of the justice system. When renowned archaeologist Micky Cooper is charged with embezzling, his sister Susan knows it’s a set up.  It’s up to her to prove his innocence. Susan thinks she might be paranoid but she swears she’s being followed and should she trust the nice man whose cousin has disappeared as well? Was it a chance meeting or is he against her too? Teaming up with Greg Tanner, a man equally resolved to prove the innocence of his cousin, Samantha Tanner – a word leading linguist – Susan and Greg seek clues wherever they can find them, but they’re barely keeping one step ahead of those who want them to stop.  They begin to unravel the web of lies, fraud and cover up. Just when they start to put pieces together, Susan and Greg are forced to run for their lives.  With a nudge from Samantha they find someone to help. Is this woman an ally? Or simply part of a greater conspiracy to hide the truth? What exactly is on the moon and why are the Earth’s greatest minds being sent there to serve time?

Buy links

Amazon.com: The Moon Crossing eBook : Troemel, Eileen, Selbourne, Jan: Kindle Store

https://books.bookfunnel.com/comingsoon-sep/7zyf50v78e

Jan Selbourne bio

Jan Selbourne was born in Melbourne Australia and her love of literature and history began as soon as she learned to read. After graduating from business college her career began in the dusty world of ledgers and accounting, working in Victoria, Queensland and the United Kingdom. On the point of retiring, she changed course to work as secretary of a large NSW historical society. Now retired Jan is writing historical fiction. She has two adult children, a lovable dog and lives near Maitland, New South Wales.

Jan’s links

Website: https://nomadauthors.com/JanSelbourne/index.html

Blog: http://nomadauthors.com/blog

Twitter: http://twitter.com/JanSelbourne

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jan.selbourne

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14661584.Jan_Selbourne?from_search=true

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Jan-Selbourne/e/B0184OSZ6E/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

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Eileen Troemel bio

USA Today Bestseller Author Eileen Troemel writes action packed and emotionally powerful fantasy, scifi, romance. She’s versatile and writes in many genres.  She’ll try almost any genre if it means she can tell a good story.  In addition to her writing, she loves to read, crochet, and research genealogy. Her best days are spent with her family of three adult daughters and her husband or writing.  

Eileen’s links

Website: https://eileentroemel.com/ 

Twitter https://twitter.com/EileenTroemel

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

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LinkedIn https://www.linkedin.com/in/eileen-troemel-6667825b/

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Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7868345.Eileen_Troemel

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#BookReview – “Heart of a Highlander” by Collette Cameron

Blurb

How can she love the man responsible for her husband’s death?

A lonely widow far from home… When Frenchwoman Giselle McTavish married a Scotsman, she never expected to be widowed and left to bring up their son alone. Nonetheless, she’s determined the next laird will be raised in Scotland. Even though Highlander Hugh Ferguson-the man she holds responsible for her husband’s death-also lives at Craiglocky Keep. As time passes, she struggles to overcome loneliness and homesickness as well as fight the warm feelings Hugh now stirs.

A warrior consumed with guilt… Hugh has loved Giselle almost from the moment he laid eyes on her. But as the wife-then widow-of his dearest friend, she’s forbidden fruit. He refuses to act on his feelings for her, especially since she’s never shown any romantic interest in him. But that changes one providential Valentine’s Day when he risks everything by using Scottish folklore and legend to at last proclaim his love…

Review

It’s Valentine’s Day in the late 18th century Scotland. Though Giselle McTavish misses her departed husband, the Laird of Craiglocky, she can’t help but fantasize about Hugh Ferguson, a chivalrous Highland warrior and her husband’s best friend. She’s raising her young son alone, but Hugh is a father figure to the boy. With a few Scottish traditions and shared, passionate yearning, Giselle and Hugh discover a love both wanted but never expected.

What a sweet story! The characters are likable and well-developed even though this is a short story. I’ll definitely check out more of Ms. Cameron’s work.

4 Stars

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#MFRWHooks #PreOrder – There’s been a slight change of plans.

Heat Rating – Sweet – 1 Flame
Regency Christmas novella

Blurb

A perfect Christmas wedding, a snowstorm, and a shocking secret. What could go wrong?

Susanna Lorican must marry the man she loves before the truth is discovered, or face the gossip of the ton. With an unexpected snowstorm injuring the minister, her future hangs in the balance.

Viscount Camden Beckinworth vows to keep his bride safe, even if he must betray her confidence. When their love is put to the test, how will he uphold her honor without jeopardizing his own?

Second edition. Newly revised and edited.

Excerpt

As he lifted his fist to knock, the door swung open, and the loveliest woman he had ever seen scowled at him. Then a shriek split her lips and damn near ruptured his eardrums.

She halfway closed the door and ducked behind it. “Camden, why are you here? Do you wish for bad luck? The blasted snow is already an omen!”

“Susanna! Language.” Lady Lorican hissed at her from somewhere in the room. Footsteps resounded, then she pushed opened the door and pursed her lips at Camden.

He fidgeted under her intense scrutiny and dropped his gaze. After she stepped back, he crossed the threshold and nodded his gratitude at the baroness. At least her presence established a semblance of decorum and would silence any wagging tongues.

“Now, Susanna.” He held up his hands to placate her as Lady Lorican closed the door. “Before a string of unladylike curses flies from your lips, allow me to explain. The—”

Susanna stomped toward him and poked him in the chest. Then she sniffed and wrinkled her nose. “You cad. Have you been drinking and smoking? You should not be here.”

Camden expelled a long breath. “I know, darling, but I’m relaying a message from your father. There’s been a slight change of plans.”

She rolled her dark eyes. “I already know we must have the ceremony inside. I’m not happy about it, but I accept it.”

“I see.” Camden arched his eyebrow. How was she so calm? His dear fiancée had been daydreaming about marrying him under the ivy-festooned latticework in the courtyard and even sketched how she imagined the scene to look. Lady Lorican had probably already pulled the younger woman back from the edge of panic. “There’s something else.”

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#NEBT – “What Happened in Bangkok” by Daryl Devore

Inspiration for a book can comes from unusual places and at crazy times. What inspired What Happened in Bangkok? A song on the radio.  Hubby and I were in the car on the way to visit with our daughter. Gloria Gaynor’s I Will Survive was playing and I turned around, grabbed my laptop, and wrote the first 3 chapters of a book that I had no idea I was going to write which turned into a trilogy.

If you are scratching your head thinking this sounds familiar – this is a re-release. I received my rights back from my publisher and decided these stories needed to be back out there. 

Blurb 

To save Darien’s life his brother asks, “Can you walk in high heels?”

Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now   he’s running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.

Disguised as a drag queen, he’s hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.

Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0984JP3NW

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Excerpt

“Simple.” He placed his menu on the table and picked up a chip. “Get one of each, but make sure there’s room for dessert. ‘Cause I want a Churro. Or maybe the Sweet Chimichanga.”

“Or both.” She popped a salsa-covered chip into her mouth.

“Awesome.” Darien dipped a chip and bit into it, trying not to look like he couldn’t tear his gaze from her. The elegance of her moves as her fingers unfolded and reached for a chip. The curve of her wrist as she scooped some salsa. The jolt in his body when she opened her mouth and licked her lips. Watching the chip disappear past her teeth was too much for his control. His cock sprang to life. He’d never be able to look at chips and salsa the same way again.

The waitress placed the tray of monkey wings on the table. Erika squealed as they both reached for one. The happiness spread from her face to her body. Her nipples were visible, pressing against her dress. The pressure in his slacks increased. Her lips parted. He stifled a groan. She slid the piece of meat into her mouth and lightly bit into it. Her teeth grazed against the chicken meat, pulling it from the bone. A dribble of sauce escaped. She flicked her tongue across her bottom lip, closed her eyes and heaved a delighted sigh. Sweat ran down Darien’s back. Yes, the wings were spicy. But the vision across from him was twenty jalapenos hotter. She picked up another wing. Darien trembled, grabbed his drink and chugged half of it. It did nothing to cool his soaring temperature or reduce the swelling in his pants.

The visual of her lips wrapped around the chicken wing morphed into her lips around his fully aroused cock. As she pulled the next wing from her mouth, he swallowed–hard. He wiped his brow. “This is hot.”

“Not too hot for you?” She placed her index finger in her mouth and slid it out, licking off the sauce.

“Not really, but I just might have to take a cold shower.” He grabbed another wing. She reached for one. Darien shuddered. He never knew eating Mexican could be so erotic.

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#AuthorInterview with Darlene Fredette

Let’s welcome Darlene to the blog! Thank you for sitting down with me. I love chatting with authors!

What kind of research did you do for Cherry Red? Did you travel, use the Internet, speak with experts on a topic, etc?

I used the internet for my research, which included firefighting terms as well as ice cream recipes. I must admit, the ice cream research was fun and made me hungry.

What process did you go through when you picked your characters’ names for Cherry Red?

I already had the heroine’s name ‘Carly’ picked as I plotted the storyline, but I was stumped for a strong hero name. I went on Facebook and asked my family and friends for name suggestions. I received many great ideas, and not only did I get the hero’s name ‘Noah’, but I also chose names from their suggestions for a few secondary characters.

Do any of your characters take over and write the book themselves sometimes? Who?

Both Carly and Noah are strong characters, and they took on a life of their own. Their story was fun to write, probably because they led the way. A couple of other characters also wanted their voice to be heard, such as Carly’s best friend and brother.

What do you prefer: ebook or print? Why?

I enjoy both. I mainly use my tablet to read, but on a warm summer’s day, I like to read outside but the sun casts a glared on the tablet screen, so a paperback is best for those days.

How long have you been writing? When did you decide to become an author?

I’ve been writing a long time, so long I can’t remember the exact date. I started writing during my late teens (well over thirty years ago). I wrote a young adult romance in a notebook. I never finished that story and I’m not sure what happened to that notebook. I’ve been writing ever since (though not full time), but thankfully I saved the rest of my stories.

Blurb:

This summer, ice cream entrepreneur Carly Redd’s only focus is expanding her business—until she’s coerced into attending her ex’s engagement party. Showing up without a date is unthinkable. She reluctantly agrees to be escorted by her brother’s co-worker, although doing so breaks her rule of not dating firefighters.

The daughter of the town’s fire chief should wear a Do Not Touch sign, but firefighter Noah Harding’s interest blazed the moment he saw Carly. Agreeing to be her fake boyfriend is a no-brainer, but convincing Carly to trust him with her heart is harder than extinguishing a fire.

Overstepping the platonic-only rule is as dangerous as fire and ice swirling into a tempting combustion.

Excerpt:

“This might seem like a strange question, especially since we’ve just met, but would you be interested in going out for a coffee? Or an ice cream?” Noah rested an arm on the bar.

Carly glanced down at her jeans and black T-shirt embroidered with the company name and logo…a cluster of red cherries. In a room full of women all dolled up in fancy—and some a bit scanty—dresses, why would this incredibly handsome man ask her on a date? “I appreciate the offer, but I’m not interested…”

Noah raised a brow. “I know you like ice cream, so is it the coffee, or me?”

“What? No. I mean, yes.” She took a second to collect her scrambled thoughts. “I like coffee. I just don’t hang out with firefighters.” Not that he was a real firefighter. Did impersonators count in her rules of men to avoid? She never dated a stripper, but she wasn’t sure she could have a relationship with a guy who was paid to take off his clothes and have other women fawn over him. Not that the guy asked her on a date…just a simple coffee. His frown made her feel badly. “I’m sorry. It’s nothing personal.”

“Burnt in the past? No pun intended.” He smiled.

She couldn’t help but smile back. “Something like that.”

Buy Links:

This link will bring you to my website which has links to all distributing sites for my books.

Universal Purchase Link: http://darlenefredette.blogspot.com/2021/04/my-books-purchase-links.html

Author Bio:

Darlene resides on the Atlantic Coast of Canada where the summers are too short, and the winters are too long. She writes contemporary romances with a focus on plot-driven page-turners. When not working on her next book, she can be found with her husband, her daughter, and her yellow Labrador.

Social Media Links:

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Blog: http://findingthewritewords.blogspot.com

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Darlene-Fredette/e/B005NAF660/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DarleneLF

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Forever Winter – New Excerpt

Blurb

A perfect Christmas wedding, a snowstorm, and a shocking secret. What could go wrong?

Susanna Lorican must marry the man she loves before the truth is discovered, or face the gossip of the ton. With an unexpected snowstorm injuring the minister, her future hangs in the balance.

Viscount Camden Beckinworth vows to keep his bride safe, even if he must betray her confidence. When their love is put to the test, how will he uphold her honor without jeopardizing his own?

Warning: this sweet, complete Regency romance novella features a brief scene where the heroine is assaulted.

Second edition. Newly revised and edited.

Excerpt

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Chapter One

Southern Derbyshire, England
Christmas Eve, 1834

“My wedding is ruined.” Susanna Lorican pushed down the ball of sorrow threatening to choke her. The wind buffeting her father’s manor blasted a barrage of snow flurries across her bedchamber window in wicked defiance of her hopes and dreams. Her knees weakened, and she clutched the sill to keep upright. Why now? What did she do to deserve this? She rested her forehead on the cool glass windowpane and inhaled a deep breath.
“Calm down. Fretting over things you cannot change is useless.” Lady Marie Lorican tsked from somewhere behind her. “The road is still travelable, so hope is not lost.”
She leaned back and peered through the glass to spot the long, winding dirt road cutting through acres of white, rolling pastures and snow-laden trees. The clouds shielding the early morning sun cast a gray, depressing pall over her father’s estate and billowed darker in the distance. A shiver snaked down her spine.
“Come. You must finish dressing.” Her mother wrapped her arm around Susanna and pulled her to the white-wood vanity.
The same old floral wallpaper, ivory furnishings, and short-thread rugs in her room mocked her. Would she ever become the mistress of her own home?
After Susanna plopped in the cushioned chair, Marie divided her thick, dark hair into two equal parts. “Do not let ill-timed weather crush your spirit.”
“Snow is so uncommon in December. The first snowfall last season was in January, so I expected the same.” She wiped a tear from her cheek. “All the planning, Mama—the greenery, the ribbons, the tulle. Months of preparation are ruined. The courtyard would have been the most splendid sight.”
“Pshaw. I’ve already instructed the servants to prepare the main hall, which will be just as lovely, but you could postpone for a church wedding. Perhaps for next week?” She pinned one section of Susanna’s hair back and forced a quill brush through the other section. “With your siblings and their families visiting for the holiday, there are more than enough people to make good use of the wedding breakfast. The pantry and stores are teeming with foodstuff, so Cook will have no trouble preparing another breakfast fit for a wedding.”
Susanna scowled at her mother’s reflection in the mirror. The woman’s high, hopeful voice skewered her already raw nerves. Would the disapproval never end? She’d begun her courtship with Camden in the courtyard last Christmas Eve. Why would she wish to have their wedding anywhere else or at another time?
Lady Lorican sighed. “So be it.”
As her mother brushed the long length of her mussed hair with short, hard strokes, Susanna bit her cheek to hold back her wincing and twisted her fingers in her wool day dress. Warmth wafted from the fire crackling in the hearth, but the icy dread churning her stomach nearly emptied the remains of her dinner from the night before.
She flattened her hand on her belly and blinked back tears. Was this her punishment for coupling with Camden outside of marriage, though he had already vowed to marry her before she surrendered to his fiery kisses? Her heart, soul, and body belonged to Camden Beckinworth, the fifth viscount of the Beckinworth estate, but the babe growing in her womb needed his or her father’s name to survive well and good in this world. If she shamed her family by becoming an unwed mother, she and her child would know nothing but gossip and heartache.
“Relax. You have always enjoyed the snow.”
“Not today.” Susanna forced a laugh as her mother braided her hair. Though her lady’s maid usually helped her dress, the girl was busy assisting with the wedding arrangements, so Lady Lorican took over the task. Should she tell her mother the truth?
Thank heavens for her stubborn nature. Everyone had tried to persuade Susanna to wait until spring, but she insisted on a Christmas wedding. If she hadn’t, where would that leave her? She could only conceal her condition for maybe another month before her belly grew larger and rounder like a melon. Would Camden welcome a child so early in their union?
Blast the snow. She’d planned everything to the last detail and fabricated the story she would tell about the woes of childbirth striking two months early, but now all that was for naught if she couldn’t marry sooner rather than later.
Her mother looped the braid into a fashionable style and pinned it in place. “There. I’ve done what I can with this wild mane you call hair.”
Susanna tugged lightly on an errant curl near her temple. Unlike her demure mother and two older respectable sisters, Susanna the Hoyden struggled to tame her sharp tongue and wild chestnut-brown locks. Her father had always claimed the Lord did her grave disservice by sentencing her to the life of a female. With her clever brain, accounting skills, and love of reading, she could have become a solicitor, a professor, or a physician like her brother Percy. But alas, she was born of the gentler persuasion with a less-than-ample dowry to her name—an unfortunate happenstance since she was the youngest of five children.
“I’ve waited so long, Mama. I want to marry the man I love.” She sighed heavily. Tonight, if everything didn’t fall apart before her eyes, she would no longer have to worry about bearing a child outside of wedlock. She would again succumb to Camden’s sensual touch and finally wear the lacy silk gown she’d secretly purchased in London a few months earlier.
“You will, my dear. I’ll make sure of it.” Lady Lorican grasped Susanna’s shoulders and met her stare from the mirror. Her cotton cap concealed the threads of silver in her blonde hair while the high waist of her beige dress lengthened her short, slight frame. “Of all my daughters, you are your father’s child the most. Even though I don’t need to waste my breath on preparing you for your wifely duties”—she paused as Susanna blushed scarlet—“come to me when you are ready to discuss other sensitive matters.”
Susanna stiffened under her mother’s firm hands. Oh, dear. Did she suspect the truth?
Not much escaped Lady Lorican’s watchful gaze.
She’d discovered Susanna and Camden in the compromising incident that now left Susanna on the verge of motherhood. Had she somehow discovered the knowledge of Susanna’s missed menses and the sickness her body had expunged each morning for the past two weeks?
Susanna cringed. Almost compelled to turn to her rumpled bed and give away her secret, she grabbed her elegant blue glass bottle from the vanity with shaky hands and dabbed a bit of cinnamon-infused perfume on her neck.
She’d hidden her chamber pot under the bed frame, which was filled with the proof of her condition. If only Etta could have absconded from her duties to dispose of the contents as she had been doing. Susanna had sworn her maid to secrecy, but Etta would lose her position and home if she lied to or upset Lady Lorican.
I must talk with Etta. She swallowed hard and smiled at her mother from the mirror. “Of course, Mama. I will when I need to.”
She would, but not right now. As long as the reverend arrived safely to perform the ceremony, nothing could truly ruin her long-awaited day.

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#BookReview – “Warrior Ascended” by Addison Fox

Blurb

Charming, proud, and impulsive, Leo Warrior Brody Talbot is fighting what may be his final battle. Enyo, the Goddess of War, plans to fulfill an ancient prophecy to destroy humanity by harnessing the dark power of the Summoning Stones of Egypt. There’s only one person who knows enough about the stones to help Brody stop her-beautiful museum curator Ava Harrison.

Never in all his centuries has Brody met a woman who enthralls him like Ava. But, bound to protect her, he struggles to deny his passion as they are drawn into a dark and dangerous final reckoning between good and evil.

Review

In the first Sons of the Zodiac novel, immortal warrior Brody Talbot is on an archaeological dig in Egypt. Ten thousand years ago, he swore to Themis, the Greek goddess of justice, to protect humanity, and in exchange she gave him a wide range of supernatural gifts, so he could serve as a Warrior. Now, he needs to discover the ancient prophecy that surrounds five mysterious, magical stones. After two people on the dig team are murdered, he finally uncovers the meaning of the prophecy and seeks out the Chosen One, the one person who can control the stones.

Museum curator Ava Harrison hates the Summoning Stones, especially the one in her exhibit. After she’s attacked and then rescued by a gorgeous man with lots of secrets, she knows her life will never be the same.

I couldn’t connect with Ava and Brody, but I enjoyed the secondary characters, especially Quinn—the sexy, stubborn computer guy who tries to run the Warriors’ operations. I didn’t notice any typos—that’s always a plus—but the pacing was slow at times, and some of the scenes needed more description. I think the book would’ve worked better as a novella. The plot about the magical stones was definitely interesting, but it just needed to be tighter.

3 Stars

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#MFRWHooks #PreOrder – When your perfect wedding goes wrong…

Heat Rating – Sweet – 1 Flame
Regency Christmas novella

Blurb

A perfect Christmas wedding, a snowstorm, and a shocking secret. What could go wrong?

Susanna Lorican must marry the man she loves before the truth is discovered, or face the gossip of the ton. With an unexpected snowstorm injuring the minister, her future hangs in the balance.

Viscount Camden Beckinworth vows to keep his bride safe, even if he must betray her confidence. When their love is put to the test, how will he uphold her honor without jeopardizing his own?

Warning: this sweet, complete Regency romance novella features a brief scene where the heroine is assaulted.

– Second edition. Newly revised and edited.

Excerpt

As he lifted his fist to knock, the door swung open, and the loveliest woman he had ever seen scowled at him. Then a shriek split her lips and damn near ruptured his eardrums.

She halfway closed the door and ducked behind it. “Camden, why are you here? Do you wish for bad luck? The blasted snow is already an omen!”

“Susanna! Language.” Lady Lorican hissed at her from somewhere in the room. Footsteps resounded, then she pushed opened the door and pursed her lips at Camden.

He fidgeted under her intense scrutiny and dropped his gaze. After she stepped back, he crossed the threshold and nodded his gratitude at the baroness. At least her presence established a semblance of decorum and would silence any wagging tongues.

“Now, Susanna.” He held up his hands to placate her as Lady Lorican closed the door. “Before a string of unladylike curses flies from your lips, allow me to explain. The—”

Susanna stomped toward him and poked him in the chest. Then she sniffed and wrinkled her nose. “You cad. Have you been drinking and smoking? You should not be here.”

Camden expelled a long breath. “I know, darling, but I’m relaying a message from your father. There’s been a slight change of plans.”

She rolled her dark eyes. “I already know we must have the ceremony inside. I’m not happy about it, but I accept it.”

“I see.” Camden arched his eyebrow. How was she so calm? His dear fiancée had been daydreaming about marrying him under the ivy-festooned latticework in the courtyard and even sketched how she imagined the scene to look. Lady Lorican had probably already pulled the younger woman back from the edge of panic. “There’s something else.”

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Do you want to win a gift card?

Great news! To celebrate the upcoming re-release of A Hero’s Heart–my spicy, second chance, romantic suspense novella–I’m giving away a $30 digital gift card to Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winner’s choice).

Sounds awesome, right? But what do you gotta do?

It’s easy-peasy. Fill out the Rafflecopter below, but to earn the most points, PreOrder yourself a copy of A Hero’s Heart. It’s only .99 cents. Grab it from any online retailer, and email me a copy of the invoice. That’s it!

The contest will end on November 9th. I’ll contact the winner soon after. Open Internationally.

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Blurb

Lies. Betrayal. A million-dollar bounty.

After an undercover mission goes awry, DEA agent Jarrett Brandt hides out in the last place he wants to be—his hometown. Now he’s stuck with his judgmental parents and the memory of his perfect brother hanging over his head. His one bright light? Marissa Reinn Brandt—his high school sweetheart and former sister-in-law.

Marissa lost Jarrett once before. No way will she let him back in; then her son offers him their guestroom. His wicked charm and smoldering stares are hard to resist, but she’ll make him work to reclaim his spot in her bed.

When his enemies close in, how will Jarrett keep Marissa and her son safe, or will he lose his shot at redemption?

Interested in an Excerpt? Here you go…

Jarrett seethed. Fuck it. He’d make peace with Joel’s death in his mind—no need to see the damn tombstone. He trudged back through a few inches of snow and strode down the cracked sidewalk. Rock salt crunched under his boots.

“Jarrett, wait!”

His heart somersaulted. He flipped around as the woman who haunted his dreams hurried down the hill. Her curly, snow-flecked auburn hair cascaded around her shoulders like silken strands. The grin splitting her face sucker-punched him. She jumped into his arms, and the impact knocked him back a few steps. The sweet aroma of sugar cookies filled his nostrils. Had she been baking that morning? Or maybe she’d bathed with dessert-scented body wash?

Idiot! He better not think about her bathing—or her naked flesh. Period.

She grabbed his back and burrowed closer to his chest.

“Marissa.” A shudder rolled through him. How many times had he dreamed about holding her again? He should have married her, fathered children with her, and lived his life to make her happy.

Instead, he’d chosen something just as intoxicating and beautiful to his ignorant mind and abandoned her on the curb outside his family’s home.

She leaned back with tears shining in her puffy, dark-green eyes. “It’s good to see you.”

“Likewise.” Jarrett licked his dry lips and released her. “It’s hard to believe so many years have passed. You still look eighteen.”

Marissa hid a laugh behind her hand. “You’re still a charmer. God, I’ve missed you. So much has happened here. What—where do you live now? How are you?” She shrugged as if she didn’t expect him to answer. “I mean, how long will you be in town?”

“Probably just today. My parents weren’t thrilled to see me.”

She flicked a button on her gray pea coat. “Your mom was, but this time of year is hard for them, for all of us.”

His cheeks burned. “Their opinion of me doesn’t matter—never did. All that really mattered was yours.”

“It was always high, but you still didn’t stick around.”

He flinched and backed up. “Marissa, I’m sorry. You remember how it was, right? I always butted heads with my dad. I needed to live my own life.”

“Harold Brandt can be hard to handle sometimes. It’s his way or nothing. In your father’s defense, though, you needed a firm hand.” She stumbled but righted herself as something bumped into her from behind. A pair of little arms wrapped around her legs. She smiled and half twisted to ease the child out from behind her.

What the fuck? Jarrett normally saw everything and everyone around him, but he hadn’t seen the child coming toward them. After everything he’d been through, he knew better than to lose sight of his surroundings.

“This is my son, Jason.” She ruffled his dark, damp hair and grabbed the fuzzy blue hat from his hands to stuff it on his head. “Sweetie, I’d like you to meet your uncle.”

Tension dug into his lower back as the kid clung to Marissa’s black slacks. The boy—no, he had to call him by his name—Jason, would be his son if he hadn’t run away. He definitely saw his brother’s eyes and nose—his eyes and nose—in the boy’s face.

“Since you found the obituary, I’m sure you know Joel and I married. Jason was two when we lost him.”

He nodded. Even though he had no right to bitch about who she dated after him, why did she pick his brother? And why the fuck did Joel cross that line and marry her? Marissa should’ve been off-limits. Wasn’t that part of the brother code?

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#AuthorInterview – Janice Seagraves

Let’s welcome Janice to the blog for a one-on-one talk. Thanks for visiting.

What kind of research did you do for Alien Desire? Did you travel, use the Internet, speak with experts on a topic, etc?

I took some road trips to decide where my aliens were living. It had to be California in the mountains. I finally settled on an area just above Hunting Lake California.

Sweet. What process did you go through when you picked your characters’ names for Alien Desire?

I have the Character naming source book by Sherrilyn Kenyon and get a lot of my character’s names from there. It’s a great book.

Are your characters based on anyone you know?

Yes, two of my daughter’s friends who were cutters. 

Do any of your characters take over and write the book themselves sometimes? Who?

Actually, I wrote Alien Heart before Alien Desire. This little half Japanese girl just marched into the scene and took it over. After I written the book, I kept hearing her voice asking when her book would be written so I had to write Alien Desire because of Saki. Her story happens earlier in the timeline, so I Indy published it first.

Haha. I’ve been there. The characters just take over sometimes. What do you prefer: ebook or print? Why?

I like both. I have a tablet with a kindle ap, but I still love the feel of a book in my hands, so I got a cover for my tablet that makes it seem move like a book than a tablet. 

How long have you been writing? When did you decide to become an author?

Off and on since I was twenty. I tried earlier but didn’t make it work.

What did you do when you received your first Acceptance Letter? 

In 2003. I feel kind of stupid now, but I when I got that first email, I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I called my husband over. He read it, kissed my cheek, and told me, “You got your first contract, congratulations, honey.”

Same thing with me! All writers suffer from writer’s block at least once in their career. What’s your go-to cure?

Sadly I’m suffering from writer’s block right now. Three years ago, I lost my uncle, my step-dad, and then a niece. After I moved my mom in with us, I couldn’t write a damn thing. Luckily, I have several finished manuscripts that just needs to be polished up to get published. That much I can do. And it has gotten a bit better. I started writing again. A story I stop writing the day I found out my step-dad had passed away. It’s slow going and the story is dark, but I’m getting there.

I’m so sorry to hear that, but hopefully you’ll find some light in your dark book. Sometimes the romance genre gets a bad reputation for being cliché and full of Fabios. How do you respond to that?

*shrug* It is what it is. Romance is offered up as a fantasy, a hope, and a dream. There is love out there somewhere for everyone. Isn’t that a wonderful idea?

We all need a little inspiration in our lives. What’s your favorite quote and why?

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” ~ Maya Angelou

I used this quote for a while for my website. I just love what it says. 

I love it! Any advice for the aspiring authors out there? Particularly those who are feeling a little discouraged?

I have this on a letter opener I got from my uncle who was in WWII: 

“Never, never, never give up.”
― Winston Churchill 

If you want to be a serious writer and have a career in this business keep in mind that a profession writer is someone who used to be an amateur but didn’t give up.

How do you market your books? What do you find more effective?

That is something I’m still working on.

Same here. What is your favorite book? Favorite author?

God Stalk by PC Hodgell.

Besides writing and reading, what are some of your hobbies?

Photography, gardening, and playing with my grandchildren.

What’s your most bizarre life experience?

I went on a drive with my mother on my birthday, and I swear this is true, we saw a coyote leap into the air and turn into a bald eagle then fly away. 

I talked to a native American about this experience and asked if it meant anything. He told me it could be just a trickster playing a trick on me and it meant nothing. 

Cool! Thanks again for visiting, Janice.

Blurb for Alien Desire:

The Arcons Tane and Brock Moonwalker are vacationing in the small town of Greenwood. Tane is dealing with agoraphobia, a condition worsened by the loss of their female. Brock and his friend needed to get away, but a tiny, gang ridden town is the last place they expected to find love.

Saki Starling had trouble on her heels and couldn’t catch a break. She lost her apartment and a local gang threatened her at every turn. With her week at its lowest point, Tane and Brock promised to brighten her darkening world.

Tane, Brock, and Saki must find a way to come together, if they have any hope of overcoming their past and heal their broken hearts.

Excerpt:

Brock did a final sweep of the hotel room to make sure they hadn’t left anything, and then called to cancel the shuttle pick up. Lastly, he turned in the cardkeys to Steve, the day manager.

“You’re leaving a day early?” Steve asked with a glance at the computer screen.

Brock nodded and hoped he wouldn’t be charged extra because Saki was with them. “Yes. We need to get back home.”

Steve brought out a receipt for Brock to sign. “We had some interesting visitors looking for you earlier.”

Brock picked up the pen and froze. The hoodlums? He pretended indifference. “Oh really, who?”

“Several young, badly dressed bald men.” Steve looked at him. “I told them, that there were no Arcons here. He acted like he didn’t believe me and promised to come back later. Our night manager told us he spoke to someone and told them you were here. I’m sorry that happened, your privacy is important to us.”

His mouth went dry, and his heart pounded in his ears. The urge to flee with Saki and Tane tightened his muscles. He quickly signed the paper and handed it back. “Thank you. It’s definitely time to leave.”

“I would say so.” Steve smiled. “I hope your visit here was a pleasant one.”

Brock waved at Saki and Tane who were both waiting for him. The couple wore matching wraparound sunglasses against the sun’s glare. Tane had an arm around Saki’s shoulders as they both leaned against the jeep. His best friend looked perfectly at ease, standing outside.

Brock smiled. “It was. Thank you.” He hurried to join his friends. We’re running out of time.

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Bio:

Janice Seagraves grew up with a deep love of science fiction and adventure stories. Always the consummate artist, she traded in her paint brush for a desktop to write breathless life-affirming novels that celebrate enduring love.

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