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#CharacterInterview – “The Captain’s Lady” by Robecca Austin

Let’s welcome the hero from The Captain’s Lady. Normally, I talk with heroines, so I’m always super excited when the men come in for a chat.

First of all, what’s your name?

“My name is Captain Nicholas Ferguson.”

What do you look like?

“I’m a brawny Scot, over 6 feet tall. There’s nae an English men yet who can look me in the eye. As I spend many a day at sea, the sun has toasted me to a find ruddy complexion, and I wear my hair tied back—partly because I cannae be bothered to cut it and partly because it sends tongues waggling at balls.”

Oh, my. Please, never cut your hair. I love long hair on men. What time period does your story take place?

“Prince George IV serves as his father’s proxy and warms the throne.”

What is your occupation? Are you good at it? Do you like it?”

“I captain of my vessel, Devil’s Pearl. She takes me across the sea to buy merchandise like silk and tea from as far as China. We could spend months at sea together. It is a glorious feeling being on the open waters. Storms, pirates, thieves… aye, I love it all..” Nicholas shrugged. “Aye, I am good at sailing. I’m a Highlander, we are good at most things.”

So I’ve heard. What did you think the first time you saw Lady Isabella?

“Aye, Lady Isabella captivated me the very first time I saw her. A ray of sunshine to warm my heart. Did ye know that the lass went out into the pond bordering her father’s property in a faulty boat?” He shook his head. “It took me a moment to realize she couldnae swim. She was deviant and bold, and I couldnae help jumping into the water after her.

“Though she may disagree, I saved my bonnie lass that day, and my waters have never been calmer since.”

Ah, young love. What is your family like?

My family isnae typical, but I wouldnae have it any other way. We can be a loud bunch but family comes afore all else. We are also a loyal lot. Our daughter Cassie even more so. I swear the lassie has Highlander blood in her veins.”

What is people’s first impression of you?

That I am nae but a brute. That’s to be expected as the Sassenachs think all Scots are uncivilized.

That’s an unfortunate belief. If you could go back in time, what one thing would you change in your life?

“My mother wouldnae have died without me by her side.”

I see. That’s very sweet of you. Thank you so much for joining me today!


Lady Isabella Pennington’s life is mired in scandal, but not of her own making. 

As London’s gentry bask in her heartache, she devises a plan to avoid another disastrous engagement. But those plans go awry as she struggles to forget the rogue Captain Nicholas years after the passionate afternoon they spent together.

Her intention to adhere to societal demands is admirable but short-lived when Nicholas shocks everyone by asking for her hand in marriage. What unfolds leaves Lady Isabella torn between societal expectations and her long-held desire.

Captain Nicholas is far from an aristocrat yet is held in high regard in some circles. With his attention focused on Lady Isabella, it’s all she can do to resist the handsome devil. Will a marriage of convenience be a means to a much-coveted end, or will it lead to another humiliating failure for Lady Isabella?

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“Are you drowning, Lady Isabella?” His Scottish accent was a bath in hot springs. His thumb brushed the tip of her nose. Lingered. Her nostrils flared and the scent of him invaded her senses. His hands snaked around her waist, guiding her closer.

“You,” Isabella whispered.

“Aye, me.” He kissed her cheek. “Is your nose still covered in freckles, lass?”


“Liar.” He brushed the tip of her nose with his. “Did he kiss you?” His lids lowered to watch her mouth. “I’ll be damned if I kiss you after him.”

“No.” She shivered, the sensation curling her toes in anticipation. “Emsley didn’t kiss me.” The man holding her in strong arms was something old, from her past, something forgotten. Isabella relaxed, molding against the captain. Oh, but she needed this, to feel like a woman again, alive and desired. His tongue brushed against her lips, not once but twice, tracing the outline of her mouth—a delightful distraction from her recent episode.

“Let me in, lass.”

His warm breath fanned her face. She had dreamed of this, years ago, when she was young and thought the world not full of danger but adventure. His gaze moved from her mouth, wet from the tantalizing brushes of his tongue, to her eyes. In the darkness of the night, his eyes were black fire. Hot. Wicked.

“What a bonnie reward for my second rescue.”

“You’ve botched your count, sir.”

“A new tally is in order, then.”


He smiled. His lips descended in slow torture, groaning his approval when his tongue brushed hers. All rational thoughts scattered. He explored her mouth. Heat pooled. Fanned out. The shudder that shook her was not from anger, but fear and desire.

The sea, that’s what he was. Raging waves that didn’t settle in the wee hours of dawn.


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#CharacterInterview with Jared from Gabbi Grey’s “If Only for Today”

I love when characters visit my blog for a meet-and-greet. Today one of the heroes from Gabbi Gray’s new MM romance is here. Let’s get started…

What’s your name?

Jared Langford

What do you look like?

Medium height.  Medium brown hair.  Blue eyes.  (I’ve been told they’re my best feature.)

What time period does your story take place?

June in Vermont.

What is your occupation?

Are you any good at it? Do you like it?   I’m a desk clerk at the Deerbourne Inn in Willow Springs.  I’m not just good at my job, I love it.  I get to meet people from all over the world who visit our sleepy town.  I’ve noticed a trend recently – many of them are falling in love with local townsfolk and choosing to stay in Willow Springs.  A bit of a population boom.

What skill do you have that you’re proud of? Why?

My hobby is photography.  My photos have been featured in the newspaper and some lifestyle magazines in Vermont.  My specialty is nature photography.  Xander Fortier, though?  His photographs of war zones are stunning.  He’s even won a few awards.  And he’s staying here.  At Deerbourne Inn.  And I’m trying to play it cool but it turns out he’s gay like me and, phew, there’s a bit of chemistry.  But this is new to me and he’s okay with taking it slow.  Plus, it’s not like he’s staying…

What was your dream growing up?

Did you achieve that dream? If so, in what ways was it not what you expected? If you never achieved the dream, why not?  My childhood was rough – which most people don’t know about me.  We were secure financially, but some stuff happened that made me really sad.  And my parents too.  In my sophomore year, I began auditioning for musicals.  I started in secondary roles, but by my senior year, I was the lead.  I headed to New York City with the dream of being a Broadway star.  I’m now a desk clerk in Vermont, so you can see how that panned out.  But don’t feel sorry for me.  I often play leads or secondary characters in the local regional theater company.  I might, in fact, be playing a central character in the next show they’re putting on.

What is people’s first impression of you?

I have a reputation as being the most cheerful guy in all of Willow Springs.  Well, okay, maybe not the cheeriest, but darn close.  I’m wholesome, happy, and everyone knows they can count on me.  And they can, to be sure.  But no one knows my secrets.  My life hasn’t been all sunshine and roses but I don’t share that part of me.  I mean, even my boss Nate doesn’t know.  I don’t want to disillusion people, you know?. Then I meet Xander and suddenly I feel I found someone I can open up to.  Share my burdens.

Why do you think your author chose to write about you?

Oh, that’s an easy one.  My author met me in the first Willow Springs book she wrote, My Past, Your Future.  She was smitten with me. (And who wouldn’t be?)  She wanted me to have my own happy ending.  She might’ve had to fight for that, but she’s a stubborn one and she got her way.  She gave me Xander and the rest, as they say, is happily ever after.  My own sweet gay romantic story.

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Jared Langford is a happy man. The desk clerk at the Deerbourne Inn knows everyone in his cozy town in Vermont. He is accepted and loved by the community, but he’s missing someone special in his life.

Devastating news has brought journalist Xander Fortier to Willow Springs for some much-needed rest. He’s photographed every major conflict in the world for the last ten years, but being stateside has forced him to reassess the solitary life he’s been living.

Something in Xander’s gruff demeanor calls to Jared’s caring nature. Soon the men are spending time together, but Jared’s kisses might not be enough to keep Xander from leaving. Can the men find a happily ever after if they only have today?


He came looking for solitude. He might leave after finding love.

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“Finnigan’s is a block from here. Do you want to grab a drink?”

Beer sounded divine, but he was flagging. He’d spent the entire day hunched over the keyboard, and he was more tired than he ever remembered feeling. He hadn’t felt this exhausted even after three days without sleep in Helmand Province. Of course he’d been running on adrenaline that time. When he crashed, he’d slept around the clock. Being safe had allowed him to sleep like the proverbial baby. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m going to take a rain check. I’m tired.”

“Of course, I understand.” Jared didn’t meet Xander’s gaze, instead continued walking toward the inn.

“What’s that tune?”

“Sorry?” Jared stopped walking and pivoted.

“That tune. What are you humming?”

Under the streetlamp, Jared’s pinkening cheeks were clear. The young man blushed easily. Prettily. Endearingly. 

“I, uh, well…” Jared gazed up at the streetlamp. “I was humming about dancing all night.”

Oh really. That was interesting. “Tell me more.”

“Well, I love Eliza Doolittle and I was thinking about, you know, the end of a nice evening.”

“Eliza…? Oh, right, George Bernard Shaw.”

“And Lerner and Loewe.”

“Ah yes, the musical.”

Jared’s gaze sharpened. “You don’t like musicals?”

“I do not not like musicals. I don’t do musicals, if you know what I mean.”

“I do know what you mean.” The hurt was obvious. Jared tried to school his expression, but he was definitely frowning.

Damn. “You know a guy can be gay and not love Barbra Streisand, right?”

Those blue eyes flashed. “Of course I know that. Just because she starred in several of my favorite shows doesn’t mean I expect everyone to like her. To like Broadway.”


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#CharacterInterview – “Targeted” by Beverley Bateman

Let’s welcome the heroine from Targeted, a new western romance by Beverley Bateman, to the hot seat.

What’s your name?

Janna Kincaid

What do you look like?

I’m five foot seven inches. I have long black hair and my eyes are a violet cover. My skin is pale, and I sunburn easily. I work out so I’m in fairly good shape.

What time period does your story take place?

It takes place during this time frame.

What’s your goal in this story?

At the beginning my goal is to become a producer but when I return to the ranch that was left to me. My goal becomes confused. How can I stay at the ranch and still work in Seattle?

What conflicts are you facing?

I’ve just inherited a ranch and have to return to the town where I was raised to settle the estate. I’m not sure if I want to sell it or keep it and the man I married, and left is still there, and I don’t want to see him again. Oh, and someone wants to kill me.

What is your occupation? Are you any good at it? Do you like it?

I’m a director at one of the largest television studios in Seattle. Yes, I’m good at it. I’m one of the top directors in Seattle.

I like it. I’ve worked hard to get to this position.

What did you think the first time you saw Kye Hawkins?

I was six years old when we met at school. He was smart, and there was something about him, a depth like he’d been here before. He was like a magnet and she’d fallen in love with him.

What is your family like?

I have my mother. She raised me on her own. I don’t have time to develop relationships and I don’t want marriage and family. I’m married to my work.  

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After an eleven year absence Janna Kincaid inherits a ranch and is forced to return to a town she only remembers with unhappiness, a man to whom she was briefly married and never wants to see again, and someone is trying to kill her.

Kye Hawkins has loved Janna since he first met her. They were married but a few weeks later she ran away, without an explanation. He still hasn’t figured out why. Now she’s coming back. Does she still love him? Can he rekindle the romance and also prevent her from being killed?

Janna doesn’t want Kye’s help in anyway, yet he always seems to be there when she’s in trouble. Can they work together to find a killer, save the Native burial ground and home of the spirits, and find romance again?

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Someone had shot her back tire. Janna gripped the wheel to keep the vehicle on the road. She debated whether to try and outrun the shooter, wherever he was, or find cover. The windshield shattered as a third bullet entered the passenger side.

So much for outrunning the shooter.

She scanned the area and spotted an outcropping of rocks a few feet ahead on her right. She aimed the vehicle in that direction.

Two more shots, and both the back tires went down.

Definitely find cover.

Janna ducked low behind the steering wheel until the vehicle reached the rocks. When the car stopped, she grabbed the keys from the ignition and her purse and dove out the door. Bullets bounced off the rocks behind her as she scrambled for cover. Whoever was doing the shooting was serous. Anyone of the shots could have hit her.

She reached the rocks, keeping low until she got to the middle where she curled up as tightly as possible, her back against a rock. Her heart pounded in her ears, her breathing came in gasps.

What the hell is going on? Why are they shooting at me? Was it the same person who shot at me in Seattle? That doesn’t seem likely, but who even knew I was coming here?

Yeah right, be honest, Janna, does this road look like many strangers came this way? And if they did, would they have a lot to steal? You really think this person selected a spot in the rocks where he would have a good shot at my vehicle. Coincidence? Not damn likely.

At least she’d worn boots and jeans—even if they were designer jeans. Now they were filthy, and so was her red sweater and jean jacket.

Another shot hit the rock behind her. She rolled over onto her stomach, shaded her eyes, and squinted into the sun. He must be up on the cliffs straight ahead. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she might have glimpsed a light, maybe a reflection off his scope.

Terrific! Now what? My gun is in my purse. I could fire back, but that would be a waste of bullets at this distance. 

She yanked out her cell and punched in 9-1-1.

Damn—no reception.

A pounding pulsed through the ground and came closer. Janna could feel the vibrations. It felt like horses. She glanced around, without raising her head, to see what was coming.

Suddenly there was a hand in front of her face.

“Grab it and jump on.”

The deep, rumbling voice was not asking. It was an order.

Janna grabbed the strong hand. In one smooth motion, she swung up behind a man on his horse. Seconds later, she had her hands wrapped around his well-developed, muscular chest, as the big chestnut thundered across the ground, out of the bullets’ range.

The man wore a leather jacket over a sweater. Her hands slid under the jacket for better grip. Even through the sweater she could feel sinewy muscles. She laid her head against his back and his braid. She took a breath in, inhaling the rich scent of leather, trying to calm her racing heart rate.

He had a familiar woodsy scent that made her think of sex under pine trees, not that she’d ever made love there. In fact, her sex life was pretty negligible these days.


Beverley Bateman is a Canadian author who now lives in Medicine Hat, Alberta, exchanging the Okanagan vineyards and orchards for ranches and farms.
She lives there with her husband and a Shiba Inu dog. Winters she’s a snowbird and heads south. She writes her latest romantic suspense in both places. Hunted, Missing and the newest – Targeted are part of her Montana, Hawkins Ranch series. She enjoys reading, watercolor painting and playing the Native American flute.

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#CharacterInterview – “Tender Misdemeanors” by Alana Lorens

Let’s welcome the heroine from Tender Misdemeanors to the hot seat with an exclusive interview with yours truly.

What’s your name? 

Caryn Orlane

What do you look like? 

Maybe 5’8” in my boots; blonde, shoulder-length hair, green eyes, pretty fit build. Gotta say I look pretty sharp in my uniform. *wink*

What time period does your story take place? 

Modern day

What’s your goal in this story?

Since I work for the Bureau of Land Management in Kalispell, Montana, my assignment most recently has been to track down cases of ecotage—people who are trying to sabotage legal cutting of the old forests.  But once I meet ecotager Levi Bradshaw,  my life turns upside down, and then I’m trying to stay alive, and keep those I love alive as well.

What did you think the first time you saw Levi Bradshaw? 

I was pretty sure he was going to shoot my ass. Or his big Rhodesian Ridgeback would eat me. One or the other.

What is your family like?  

My mother died when I was young, and my police officer father raised me and my younger sister Trescha. I really helped to raise my sister….she’s turned into a hippy-dippy pagan. I wish she’d just learn to be a real grown-up. Now that my father’s gone, she and I only have each other.

What was your dream growing up? Did you achieve that dream? If so, in what ways was it not what you expected? If you never achieved the dream, why not? 

I always wanted to be a member of the FBI. I studied real hard, and got right to the last rung before I failed the tests. I mean, my dad was an officer, and his dad was an officer, so I’d never considered anything else. After I got over that failure, I looked around for what else was available in law enforcement, and this job for the BLM popped up. I get to spent a lot of time out in the natural world, which I really love, so maybe this is where I was supposed to be all along.

Do you see morality as black-and-white, or with shades of gray?

Ha! That’s a funny question. For a long time, I would have told you I see things black and white. A lot of law enforcement types do. But after I met Levi, the question of who was right and who was wrong in this growing disaster certainly sank into a mass of gray tones. Truly, what is legally right may not be the moral choice, and when you have to do the moral thing, sometimes you end up breaking the law.


Caryn Orlane has law enforcement in her blood; her father was a cop, and his father, too. She’s a federal agent in northwest Montana, protecting the old forests and keeping the peace.

Levi Bradshaw also believes in protecting the forests, but has a very different MO. He’s the leader of a group of eco-warriors, determined to save the trees of the Bitterroot by legal—and illegal—means.

When they meet in the woods at gunpoint, their encounter ignites a spark of interest, despite operating on opposite sides of the law. When their worlds turn on them, they only grow closer. If they don’t work together, can either survive?


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Levi said, “All I’m asking is for you to bend a little. You try to keep an open mind. I know you do, because you didn’t shoot me yesterday. Not even in the kneecap.” A faint smile. “I guarantee you that if you leave this alone, right here, right now, that you won’t see us again in this area. And no one will get hurt.”

Now wait a minute. Was he dissing her lack of action? That jab about the kneecap. She could have winged him, sure, but he had his own gun. He might have shot her dead. Then what enforcement action would she have been able to take, hmm? None.

Indecision tore at her. Did he really expect her to believe his so-called ‘guarantee’? He’d violated a host of state and federal laws that she was duty-bound to uphold. So why didn’t she?

He leaned forward, studying her intently. “Look, I think my guys know who you are. Not like BLM and our groups are best friends, you know? Could be dangerous for us to be seen together, for both of us.” He reached for her hand, but she pulled back. He chuckled. “On the other hand, there’s just too few beautiful, intelligent women here on the mountain to let you just walk away. I want to see you again.”

And there she had her answer. As he kept talking, her insides melted like expensive chocolate in a fondue pot. Something drew her to this man, and until she could sort out her feelings, she wanted to believe what he said about this being the end of the violence here. 

She knew she couldn’t be dissuaded by his fancy talk, though. He had pointed a gun at her. He had to face consequences. She dug in her pocket for her cuffs, but he didn’t wait. He suddenly stood up, gathered his paper and his check. “I know where to find you,” he said, then he walked up to the counter, dropping the check and some paper money by the register. He was out the door before Caryn recovered her composure. 

She jumped up, catching the edge of the narrow table with her hip, knocking the glassware sideways with a loud clatter. Everyone turned to look at her. Embarrassed, her face a flush of heat, she maneuvered her way out of the crowded restaurant, even those waiting in line at the door to be seated blocking her, until she could get outside. 

He was gone. Again.

I know where to find you, he’d said. Was it fair that those words filled her with anticipation? And it had nothing to do with her job. Nothing at all.

“That’s it. I’m going straight to hell,” she muttered. She climbed into her truck and headed back to her office.


Alana Lorens has been a published writer for more than forty years. Currently a  resident of Asheville, North Carolina, she loves her time in the smoky blue mountains. One of her novellas, THAT GIRL’S THE ONE I LOVE,  is set in the city of Asheville during the old Bele Chere festival. She lives with her daughter, who is the youngest of her seven children, two crotchety old cats, and five kittens of various ages.





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#CharacterInterview – “Mistletoe, Mobsters, and Mozzarella” by Peggy Jaeger

Let’s welcome, Madonna, the heroine from Peggy Jaeger’s latest novella. I’m glad you stopped by today.

First of all, for the readers, what’s your full name?

Madonna Violetta San Valentino

What do you look like?

I’ve got my father’s Sicilian coloring: dark brown eyes, jet black hair, olive skin and a tiny dip/dimple in my chin. I’m five foot five, tend to the curvy side ( all those good old world Italian recipes) and my hair is naturally curly. It’s kind of a bummer when all 5 of my brothers got my mama’s Northern Italian genes of light hair, blue eyes, and fair complexions, when I got the lion’s share of daddy’s dark, dark, and darker DNA.

What time period does your story take place?

The Christmas holiday season in the here and now.

What is your occupation? Are you any good at it? Do you like it?

I manage our family deli along with my father. I never went to college, but I did take adult business classes at a local community college at night after working all day in the store. I hate to toot my own horn, but since everyone says I do my job well, I guess I do. Daddy has told me more times than I can remember that he couldn’t function without me. The store is his, but he says without me it wouldn’t be the successful establishment it is. As far as liking it, I relly don’t have much of a choice. I wanted to go to design school when I graduated from High School, but Daddy told me he needed me and depended on me to work in the store.  He couldn’t manage without me. Since I love my father to no end, I put my dreams of being an interior designer on the back burner and agreed to be his manager.

I’d really rather be helping people decorate their homes, though, if I’m being honest. It was never my plan to slice bologne and sell mozzarella to the neighborhood gossips for the rest of my days.

But…family. You know?

What did you think the first time you saw Tony Roma?

Tony was a year ahead of me all through school, but the first vivid memory I have of him is when I was in the second grade. I dropped my backback after someone banged into me in the hallway and Tony bent, picked it up and handed it back to me with a smile. I was literally paralyzed to the linoleum from that smile. He had the most perfect face as a 10 year old and I remember thinking he was the most beautiful human I’d ever seen – which was monumental since my mother resembles a screen siren of the 1930s and 40s. I lost my heart to Tony that day and I don’t think I got ever got it back again. 

What is your family like?

I have the quintessential big, loud, and loving Italian family. My father is the calm in any storm while my mother is guided by her emotions. My uncle Sonny has said my mother isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she’s loyal, and to coin a military term, she’s always got my six. My  5 brothers are the epitome of obnoxious. All they really care about is one-upping one another in the gym, their table conversation is only about sports, and they don’t know a thing about politics. Despite all that, I love them and would donate a kidney if any of them needed one.

What is the best piece of advice you ever received?

My Nonna Constanza told me to “Always trust your heart when it comes to making big decisions. Your heart knows the right thing to do, even when your head doesn’t. Trust it. It will never do you wrong.”

Wise woman, my Nonna.

What other character from your book do you think your author should write a book about? Care to tell us why?

My baby brother Raffale. He’s an up and coming businessman and has a heart of gold. He’s unlike my other brothers in that the world doesn’t begin and end for him with sports, the Jets, and going to the gym 7 days a week. He’s got a soul for loving and he needs a little HEA in his life and a woman he can partner for eternity with.


Finding a body in the freezer of the family deli isn’t the way Madonna San Valentino planned to start her day.

 Adding insult to injury, the investigating detective is the one guy she’s never been able to forget. After seven minutes of heaven in the back seat of his car when they were teenagers, Tony Roma skipped town without so much as a thanks for the memory.

Just when Madonna thinks the present situation can’t get any worse, Tony is ordered to go undercover at the deli to ferret out a killer. Forced to work together, she vows to keep their relationship cool and professional. But with the sexy, longing looks he tosses her at every turn, Madonna’s resolve is weakening.

With Christmas drawing closer and Tony’s investigation taking an unexpected turn, Madonna is at her wit’s end. Can she really be falling for him again? And will he wind up leaving her broken hearted and alone like the last time?

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I knew those eyes. 


When they weren’t filled with anger and pain, like they were right now, I knew how captivating they could be. The palest of blue and heavily lashed, they tilted up a tiny bit at the corners. Jealousy ramped through me. How unfair was it a man was gifted eyes like this when I’d been cursed with the most dull and boring brown color ever blended? 

Light hair, a mix of natural honey and wheat husks, straight and clipped short covered his head. Shoulders spanning almost as wide as the doorframe were covered by a dark tan sports jacket, the pants a deeper hue of the same color palette.

“Donna,” Angelo said, his voice thick with fear, “why’d you attack Detective Roma?”

 “I didn’t attack…wait? Detective?” 

I tried to lick some moisture back into my lips but my salivary glands had gone dormant during the flight or fight response. I glanced at each of the men standing in front me, stopping last on the one Ange had referred to as a detective.

With one hand still cupping his jaw where my knee connected, the man pierced me with his gorgeous gaze and just like I had when I’d been seventeen and climbed into the back seat of his brand new Z8, I lost what little sanity I still had.

“Hey Donna,” Tony Roma said, shaking his head. “Long time and all. I see you’re still as sweet and mild mannered as ever.”

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Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance writer who writes Romantic Comedies about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them. If she can make you cry on one page and bring you out of tears rolling with laughter the next, she’s done her job as a writer!

Family and food play huge roles in Peggy’s stories because she believes there is nothing that holds a family structure together like sharing a meal…or two…or ten. Dotted with humor and characters that are as real as they are loving, she brings all topics of daily life into her stories: life, death, sibling rivalry, illness and the desire for everyone to find their own happily ever after. Growing up the only child of divorced parents she longed for sisters, brothers and a family that vowed to stick together no matter what came their way. Through her books, she’s created the families she wanted as that lonely child.

When she’s not writing Peggy is usually painting, crafting, scrapbooking or decoupaging old steamer trunks she finds at rummage stores and garage sales.

As a lifelong diarist, she caught the blogging bug early on, and you can visit her at where she blogs daily about life, writing, and stuff that makes her go “What??!”

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#CharacterInterview – “Dark Energy” by Addison Brae

Gillian on her third fresh start in Dark Energy, Return to Becker Circle

Hello. I’m Gillian Davis from Sugar Creek, Missouri, outside of St. Louis. I turned 22 on September 21, barely a Virgo. I just graduated from Harvard last December and started over in Dallas with my own apartment in Becker Circle, the area they tell me is the “it” place to live. I call it home now.

Dallas girls put more effort into their appearance, so I’ve had to make some adjustments. I cut my long wavy auburn hair into a mid-length style and use a flatiron more often. With the warmer climate, my Greek olive complexion shows some sun. I’ve also gotten into a running routine. Between exercise and stress dieting, my clothes no longer fit. My stylish neighbor took me to her favorite store and helped pick out jeans and tops. I’m not used to showing off my curves, but that’s what works here.

What do you do?

I’m educated and certified as a CPA. After moving to Dallas, I needed extra money, so I got a taste of bartending. I also met Pinkie at the competing bar down the road and figured out I wasn’t cut out to be an accountant. He had enough confidence in me to manage his new bar, Pinkie’s Too. It’s a job I never imagined an accountant would enjoy so much.

How do you like this adulting thing?

I love being on my own. It’s hard sometimes to make myself do the basic home things like buy groceries and clean the apartment. Anything is better than being at home making excuses for my dad when he passes out every night. I learned to mix a mean Old Fashioned when I was 11 after making them for him every day after Mom got so sick.

Are you happy with where you are now?

I’m lucky to have a second chance—actually third. I worked hard to graduate Harvard early. It’s unbelievable that was only a few months ago. Here in Dallas, I work for a great boss and have better weather and an amazing boyfriend. I’d be happy anywhere but in Boston or Sugar Creek. Then there’s what Charles did on my last birthday. Boston isn’t big enough for both of us even though I miss Lauren like crazy. I’ve met amazing people and had three job opportunities in Dallas, but luck hasn’t been on my side.

What are your thoughts on love?

I thought I was done with guys after escaping an abusive college relationship and making a few romantic mistakes since moving to Dallas. Then I met Jon. It was one of the most stressful situations imaginable when one of the bar regulars died right in front me at the pub. I learned that night how Jon listens and is there for me. He has my back when things get really bad. Even better, Jon’s a good cook and makes his own money. He stole my heart when he wrote the song Dark Energy for me.

What’s the hardest part about managing a bar?

I’m learning the bar business from men who are stronger and tougher than me. If a patron starts a fight or gets rowdy in the bar, I have to jump in the middle to stop it. Where I lack in size, I make up in skill and badassery.

What’s one thing you want people to know about you?

I always keep my word, no matter what—even if it gets in the way of my happiness. That’s why rule eighteen of my new life is, “Never make a promise I can’t keep.”

What’s the funniest thing that has happened to you recently?

The same guy kidnapped me for the second time. Most people would have been terrified. Once I got my wits back after they drugged me, I was just annoyed. Read about my experience in the excerpt and you’ll get why this is funny.

Dark Energy blurb

Cybercrime doesn’t talk. It creeps in and destroys lives right under Gillian’s nose when a cryptojacking scheme lands her boss, Pinkie, in jail. Gillian had just started over with a new career, boyfriend, and confidence after escaping a vicious murder investigation that shattered her ability to trust. Then Pinkie’s arrest leaves her struggling to run his two bars while also unraveling the conspiracy.  

Gillian will not let her mentor and friend go down for something he didn’t do. Neither will Jon, the most talented musician on the bar’s stage and the perfect boyfriend…until his good fortune sends her reeling. Gillian forces herself to trust the cops, people who hurt her, and known criminals. Will it be enough to free Pinkie and save her life?

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You can find Dark Energy (Return to Becker Circle) on Amazon US, Amazon UK, Amazon Canada, Amazon Australia, Smashwords, Apple Books, Kobo, and B&N Nook. Author proceeds will go to Staff Meal to help provide meals and other aid to restaurant workers in need during the pandemic. 

Excerpt from Chapter 27

I lock the front door behind him, stash the cash in the safe, and log the receipts, just realizing how not enough rest has caught up with me. Sleep will be welcome after last night. I turn off the last light and head through the heavy back door to the parking garage when strong arms wrap around me from behind.

“No!” A rag covers my face, garbling my scream. Exhaustion converts to fear. All I see is cloth and concrete. I swing my body around with everything I have to escape my captor’s hold before everything goes black.

Time passes before I come to. How much, I have no idea. I struggle to break loose. My arms and legs are tied to a chair, and my face is covered. “Where am I?

Who’s here?” My heart might pound through my ribs.

“Hello, Gillian. Sorry to drop in uninvited.”

“It’s you. Again.” I’ll never forget the voice I heard the first time someone held me hostage after Bobby died.

“Indeed, we meet again. Trust me, this is a friendly visit.”

“Then why am I tied up and blindfolded?” My heartrate slows. For some odd reason, I’m not afraid I’m about to die.

“Please don’t take it personally. It’s purely so I can remain anonymous.”

“We have these things today called phones. Don’t you guys use burners so no one can trace the calls? Might try that next time.”

“You being here is much more personal.”

Then why can’t I see him? Footsteps travel across the room.

“You and Pinkie have a nice place here.” Carl’s pots and utensils clank together like off-tuned chimes.

“I heard about Pinkie’s misfortune. If you want to keep this nice place, we need to work together.”

“Why would we work with some guy who keeps kidnapping me?”

“I always like your spirit, Gillian Davis. Your question is smart. There’s someone new in town. He’s trying to control Dallas. Keep hard working entrepreneurs like Pinkie and me from running our businesses.”

About Addison Brae 

Addison Brae lives in Dallas, Texas on the edge of downtown. She has been writing since childhood and continues today with articles, video scripts, and other content as an independent marketing consultant. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary young adult fiction. When she’s not writing, Addison spends her time traveling the world, collecting interesting cocktail recipes and hosting parties. She’s addicted to reading and enjoys jogging in her neighborhood park, sipping red wine, binge-watching TV series, vintage clothing, and hanging out with her artistic other half and their neurotic cat Lucy.

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#CharacterInterview – “Tiger’s Last Chance” by Christina Lynn Lambert

Awesome news. The hero from Tiger’s Last Chance is sitting down with me for a Q&A. Let’s get started…

What’s your name?

Sean Whitman

What do you look like?

I have brown hair and brown eyes. I’m tall and broad shouldered. A fair amount of people have described me as a mean, hard looking man. I’m not a jerk or anything. I’m just quiet and not that sociable.

What time period does your story take place?

Present day

What is your occupation? Are you any good at it? Do you like it? 

I’m a private investigator. I specialize in surveillance and evidence collection. I used to be a detective for Seattle PD, but I like running my own business better than working for someone else. Fewer rules. 

What did you think the first time you saw Detective Nikki Jackson?

I basically couldn’t speak for a moment. I thought she was so beautiful it took my breath away. 

What is your family like?

I grew up in Boston but I don’t go home to see my family. Ever. My dad was an angry, hot-headed jerk. My mom was sort of just… there but not really there.

Do you see morality as black-and-white, or with shades of gray?

Nearly everything is colored in a thousand shades of gray. I don’t see many things as simple black and white. So many laws are unjust and harmful, I don’t feel bad about breaking them. 

What’s your quirkiest habit? 

I write poetry. For fun. I’m not any good at it, but it makes me feel better when I’m going through something or upset or trying to figure out how to deal with everything life throws at me. 

What other character from your book do you think your author should write a book about? Care to tell us why?

Trevor Ryland. When I first met the coyote shifter, I thought he was an asshole. After we went to Mexico to find a doctor we hoped could help us solve a serial murder investigation, I got to know him better. He’s a pretty decent guy. He’s a great partner to have on your side in a fight, plus, he had my back while we spent the night in jail. I was sick as hell after that soul stealer gave me some awful plague-like illness, and Trevor made sure no one bothered me. He’s got a huge crush on a woman who is psy. Shifters and psy have an uneasy alliance but he doesn’t trust anyone with psy abilities. Maybe, though, he could give her a chance. 

Book Title: Tiger’s Last Chance (Stranger Creatures book 3)

Genre: Paranormal romance, romantic suspense

Author: Christina Lynn Lambert


While working a case, Sean Whitman is tortured for information, drugged, and bitten against his will by a shape shifter. The fallout leaves him jobless, friendless, and dumped by his girlfriend. Needing a fresh start, he leaves town and opens a private investigation business. Learning to live life sober isn’t easy, but he makes it to the two year mark.

When Detective Nikki Jackson with the Great Oaks, Virginia Police Department calls him, accusing him of breaking into his ex-girlfriend’s house, Sean can’t help but like the sound of her voice, despite her ridiculous accusations. He’s shocked when she calls him back with an apology then asks for his help as a consultant on a case. On the phone, her sweet, slightly Southern voice captivates him. In person, she’s unlike any other woman he’s encountered, and nearly impossible to resist. But could the sexy detective ever want a man like him?

After Nikki’s last dating disaster, the mountain lion shifter has sworn off men. Then she meets Sean, and with every second she spends around the tall, dark-eyed man, her resolve crumbles. But for some reason, despite the undeniable attraction between them, Sean seems determined to push her away.

An investigation into missing refugees leaves Nikki with more questions than answers. Her refusal to let the matter drop leads her to the discovery of a radical political group’s horrifying plot for dominance. Traitors are embedded within the very organizations meant to keep shifters safe. As the list of people she can trust dwindles, Nikki calls on Sean to help her unravel a web of deceit.

As Nikki and Sean fight for survival, his fear of losing her could become a reality. Will he get one last chance to show her he loves her? 


For the briefest moment, Nikki felt the depth to which Sean might be capable of pushing her. His kiss was crushing and brutal. His tongue pushed past her lips and his grip in her hair tightened. If desire were a vine, it would have wrapped itself around her veins and encased her heart. The heat between them flooded her. There was a sweetness, too, in his kiss, and the sweetness made her burn hotter. 

A polite cough from inside the waiting car put a quick end to things. Sean pulled away and met her gaze. No words, but she got the message. She wasn’t alone. Comfort and friendship; he’d probably meant the kiss to comfort her and had gotten carried away in the heat of the moment. He’d carried her away with him, and she wanted to take him so much further into the unknown. 

With each second, each step towards the waiting car, she tried to find reasons and more reasons to ignore her growing attraction to Sean. The number one reason to forget about the kiss they’d shared—relationships were trouble. She had plenty of other amazing things in her life, including her career, her volunteer work, and her band, even though the band rarely played anywhere because the members had trouble aligning their schedules. She didn’t need a man. Besides, he was probably still messed up over Sydney. Also, he was a regular. Or mostly regular. Not to mention he lived over a thousand miles away in Texas. She should tell him the kiss was a mistake. One look at him and she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. The kiss they shared had been anything but a mistake.

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A few years ago, I read my first romance novel and I was hooked, so much so that I decided to give the idea of writing a story a chance. Love, courage, hope, and second chances are a few of my favorite themes. My stories include a fair amount of sarcasm, suspense, steam, and violence. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time outside and finding ways to avoid cooking. I live in beautiful Virginia with my husband, two daughters, and a sweet, hairy monster of a dog. 

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#CharacterInterview – “Amber Eyes” by Gabbi Black

The hero from Gabbi Black’s new book is chatting with me about his life and his proclivities. I’ll keep the questions PG since I’m in no mood for a spanking.

What’s your name? 

Gage Clayton

Love the name Gage. What do you look like

I have gray eyes and black hair.  There might be some silver threads on my temples, but I look pretty good for a guy who is forty-three.

Hmm. I like a little silver at the temples. Um, okay… What time period does your story take place

Autumn in Vancouver, Canada

I’ve never been to Canada. Maybe someday. What skill do you have that you’re proud of? Why? 

I am good with conflict mediation.  As a high school principal, it is often up to me to deal with recalcitrant students, uptight parents, and frustrated teachers.  I listen to all sides, and do my best to reach a solution where everyone is happy.  Of course if no one is happy then I’ve probably done a good job as well.

Haha! What did you think the first time you saw Rielle?

That she was as lonely as I was.

What’s the most terrible thing that ever happened to you? 

My wife died two years ago from a brain aneurysm.  I am still grieving losing her.  We never had children so basically, I’m alone.

Oh, I’m so sorry. That’s terrible. Hopefully Rielle is bringing light back into you life. Do you see morality as black-and-white, or with shades of gray? 

In my work as a high school principal, the world is very black and white.  There are rules and I have to enforce them.  Have I looked the other way a time or two?  Rarely.  I do my best to help students, but it’s always within the realm of the law.  Now my personal life is different.  In Canada, it is illegal to hit someone.  Pretty straightforward law.  But my proclivities make me a Dominant.  I have women asking me to hurt them.  Whether with a paddle, a flogger, a whip, or my bare hand, they ask for it.  So, yes, there are definitely shades of gray.

Ooh, I promised myself no naughty questions, so I’ll keep my word. I’m sure, as a Dom, you’ll appreciate that. Why do you think your author chose to write about you? 

She belongs to the BDSM community in Vancouver.  She’s met people like me.  People like my love interest, Rielle.  She wants an accurate portrayal of the lifestyle.

That’s so cool! Thank you for chatting with me today, Gage. I mean, Sir.

Amber Eyes Synopsis

School principal Gage Clayton is still grieving the death of his wife and submissive, yet he can’t ignore his Dominant needs. As he enters Club Kink, he’s inexplicably drawn to a newly released sub with an intriguing proposition and the most captivating amber eyes. But she has disturbing baggage and her expectations prove quite a challenge, one that would necessitate a commitment he’s not ready for.

Rielle Reid needs a Dom while she waits for her former Master to return. When she invites a handsome stranger to her home dungeon for a night of play, she’s surprised at his gentle dominance—and her response to it. But in the light of day, his demand for equal footing confounds her. After living four years as a twenty-four/seven slave, she has no concept of how to be anything other than property.

Gage must find a way to master Rielle to free them both from the shackles of the past.


She needs a firm hand.

He needs a challenge.


“Gage?” Her voice was quiet but questioning.

He pushed himself from the bed and padded to the bathroom.

She held up his phone. “It was ringing when I came in, but stopped.”

As he scrolled quickly, a cold dread enveloped him. A missed call from Jenna Lee at four a.m. on a Sunday could only portend bad news. Probably a break-in at the school, although in that case she’d probably have waited until daybreak.

“I’ll check my messages.”

“Of course.” Rielle was quick to assure, to offer unspoken support. “I’m going to have a quick shower.”

He heard her, but his mind whirled. Listening to Jenna’s message didn’t help as she implored him to call, stating it was an emergency.


His gut clenched. He and Jenna had lingo, an understanding. This word was to be used in the direst of circumstances. His unsteady hands hit the button.

It was answered on the first ring.

“Gage, thank God. You need to come down to the Mission City Detachment right away.”

“What’s going on, Jenna?”

“They won’t tell me, but Katie Rhodes has been arrested.”

He swallowed down a wave of panic. He barely knew Katie, as she was in the ninth grade, but an image of the diminutive girl with long dark brown hair and brown eyes flashed in his mind. Unremarkable except for her small stature. He doubted she topped five feet.

“Did they say why she was arrested?”

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#CharacterInterview – “Whispers in Washington” by Jennifer Wilck

The heroine from Whispers in Washington has made a special visit to my blog. Let’s make her feel welcome. She’s definitely been through a tough time.

Thanks for coming. First off, for the record, what’s your name?

Well, my married name was Naomi Adelman, but I’m happily divorced now, and I go by Naomi Reuben.

What do you look like?

When I was married to my ex, who was a politician, I looked like your typical DC political wife—conservatively dressed, neat brown hair, and trying to blend in while at the same time demonstrate my husband’s importance. Now, I’m much more comfortable being myself—brown hair with some lighter highlights, blue eyes, a few more wrinkles than I used to have, but I like to call them laugh lines since I laugh a lot more now. 

What time period does your story take place?

Current day Washington, DC, with a brief visit to True Springs, Pennsylvania.

What’s your goal in this story?

My goal is to rebuild my life after it was destroyed by my criminal ex-husband. And to make sure my girls are always safe. I’ll never again let them suffer as a result of their father’s activities.

What conflicts are you facing?

Well, let’s see. My mother wants me to settle down again and be happy, but I don’t think I’m ready for that. My neighbor, the incredibly nice and good-looking Max Bruder keeps making me rethink my plan for remaining single. However, once I find out what his profession is, and what HIS goal is, I want nothing to do with him. 

What is your occupation? Are you any good at it? Do you like it?

As I said, I used to be a politician’s wife, and believe me, that was a job in and of itself. I spent most of my days fundraising for causes near and dear to my husband’s heart, lunching with other political wives and raising my girls. Now that I’m divorced and my kids are both in college, I can finally go back to doing what I love, which is working in an art museum and curating exhibits. I love it. It’s what I went to college for, until I met Malcolm.

What did you think the first time you saw Max Bruder?

I’m always wary of strangers, especially now that I’m back in DC. My husband’s illegal activities made the news and the press hounded me and my girls for months. So when I first saw him, I was wary, despite his kind eyes and his overall helpfulness.

What is your family like?

I have a mother who was married to the love of her life forever and wants the same thing for me. She’s widowed now and I just travelled with her to this small town in the Poconos that supposedly has a magic fountain that makes people fall in love. Despite her best efforts, I refused to drink the water, until she guilted me into it. But who really believes in magic water? I have two grown girls, both in college, Beth and Arielle. They’re away at school, but I hope they come home for the Jewish holidays. I really miss them.

What’s the most terrible thing that ever happened to you?

Finding out my ex-husband was corrupt and stole millions of dollars from people he was supposed to help. He was arrested and the news was splashed all over the local and national media. Everyone assumed I knew about it. I’m not sure what was worse—people thinking that I was bad enough to know about his activities and stay with him, or the fact that I actually knew nothing about what he did and was duped like everyone else.

What is people’s first impression of you?

Well, I think there are three categories of people, and each group thinks something different. About half of the DC crowd thinks I’m guilty like my husband and evil. The other half of that crowd thinks I’m too stupid to live, since I was duped. Non-DC people think I’m polished and reserved. 

Do you see morality as black-and-white, or with shades of gray?

My life with my ex-husband has forced me to realize that there are shades of gray.

If you could go back in time, what one thing would you change in your life?

I’d skip the whole falling for Malcolm part, although it did result in my having two amazing daughters, and jump right to meeting and falling for Max.

Why do you think your author chose to write about you?

I have no idea. I’m tough to get to know, and she really had to work to get inside my head.

What do you wish your author had not told others about you?

I wish she hadn’t told them about my daughters. They were pursued relentlessly by the media as well, and I will go to any length to protect their privacy now.

What other character from your book do you think your author should write a book about? Care to tell us why?

Anna. She’s my best friend and she’s unlike anyone you’ve ever met. Trust me, the author needs to write about her next time.


Naomi’s life has been destroyed

When Naomi Adelman’s crooked politician husband was arrested, her life, and that of her daughters, was destroyed. Divorced and rebuilding her life, Naomi is wiser, stronger, and determined not to let anyone hurt her or her family again. Her new life doesn’t include falling for her charming and good-looking neighbor.

Max bet everything and lost…

Max Bruder bet his entire career on the Adelman story and lost everything. So, he figures that karma has smiled down on him when Naomi moves in next door. This is his chance to revitalize his career. Except the closer he gets to her, the deeper he falls for her. And soon, the line between interview subject and lover blurs.

If they fall for each other, they may jeopardize their chance at a future.

When Max’s true motive is revealed, will Naomi be able to forgive him? And will Max be able to stop the whispers to protect her before it’s too late?


Max shut his apartment door and leaned against it, eyes closed, heart pounding. The sweetness of Naomi’s lips, mixed with the flavors of cumin and cinnamon, and the spice of the wine, was a potent aphrodisiac. Her body had been warm and supple against his, and he’d reacted before he could stop himself. Her humor and personality were an added bonus. 

What he wouldn’t give to race next door, throw her onto her bed—or the sofa or hell, the floor—and make love to her all night long. He gripped the keys in his hand hard enough to cause the edges to make imprints in his palm. He took deep breaths to try to slow his heart rate and rein in his desire. 

No matter how attracted to her he was, sex wasn’t happening. 

She was drunk, and he never took advantage of anyone if they weren’t in complete control of themselves. 

And she was the subject of his story. While he would do almost anything for his job, sleeping with her was a line he wouldn’t cross. Bile churned in his stomach. She was exactly the woman he wanted, he’d searched for, and she was off limits. 

Plus, she was vulnerable. No matter how confident she might act, hints of old wounds escaped whenever she talked about her past or her family. There was a flicker of discomfort in those amazing blue eyes of hers, a slight twitch of a beautifully arched eyebrow, a hitch of her breath. Someone that exposed needed to be treated with care, especially when it came to matters of the heart. 

The heart? He wasn’t in love with her. He was in lust. There was a difference. Lust was what made it impossible for him not to kiss her. But he wouldn’t go any further. He wouldn’t make her regret anything later on. Because she would regret it and pull away. And he’d never get his story. And if he did succeed, she’d hate him.

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Jennifer started telling herself stories as a little girl when she couldn’t fall asleep at night. Pretty soon, her head was filled with these stories and the characters that populated them. Even as an adult, she thinks about the characters and stories at night before she falls asleep or walking the dog. Eventually, she started writing them down. Her favorite stories to write are those with smart, sassy, independent heroines; handsome, strong and slightly vulnerable heroes; and her stories always end with happily ever after.

In the real world, she’s the mother of two amazing daughters and wife of one of the smartest men she knows. She believes humor is the only way to get through the day and does not believe in sharing her chocolate. 

She writes contemporary romance, many of which feature Jewish characters in non-religious settings (#ownvoices). She’s published with The Wild Rose Press and all her books are available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

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