New Sci-Fi! Codename Salamander by Herbert Grosshans

Codename Salamander by Herbert Grosshans

Codename Salamander, Book 1 of the Operation Stargate series

Blurb:

Xenologist Bret Grayson was hired to make contact with one of the indigenous tribes roaming the savannas on the planet Salamander. He soon finds out the real purpose he is on Salamander. His uncle, the legendary Master Scout Terrex Stonewall, also has a hidden agenda, but even he doesn’t know about the secret that lies beneath the original military outpost. It seems every species living in this part of the Galaxy has a sudden interest in Salamander and they are willing to risk a war to keep the secret from falling into human hands. Grayson and Stonewall have no choice but to form an alliance with representatives from the Spiders, the Anorians, and the Accilla. The motley group embarks on a journey that takes them to regions unknown. They face dangers they can only overcome if they set aside their prejudices and work together as one unit.

Excerpt:
There was a time when everyone who knew Phillip Lacrosse considered him a handsome man. Handsome and young. Now he was neither. Now he was just a lonely, crabby old man who should have retired a long time ago. That had been his plan, but what does a man do with his time after losing his wife and two daughters?

Lacrosse studied the picture of the woman and the two girls at her side, the only piece of memorabilia left of his family. Everything else was destroyed when a pirate ship attacked and blew up the transporter that was supposed to take them to one of the newly established colonies.

The pirates had been members of the reptilian species known as Mollard. It didn’t matter to Lacrosse which one of the Dragon races had been responsible. He had little love for any of the scaly races. Even the fact that a Union Battle Cruiser hunted and obliterated the pirate ship did nothing to appease Lacrosse and to change his attitude toward the Dragons.

After the mishap with his family, his plans changed. He had no reason to retire and spend his time feeling sorry for himself. When Salamander Mining Ventures offered him the position of Supervisor of Salamander Town he accepted. The planet was far enough from civilization and established trade routes to make it the ideal place for a man like him. Of course, his loneliness was not the only reason he accepted the offered position. The people he worked for urged him to forget about retirement, because he was the ideal candidate for that job.

Salamander Mining paid him a salary he would have died for years ago, but now it meant nothing. He would probably die a rich man. Without heirs, all his wealth would go to the Agency, but that was okay.
He stopped contemplating and looked up when the door to his office opened. A man wearing the brown uniform of the Scouts entered. Behind him stood four humans he had never seen before. At least, he didn’t remember them.

“Master Scout Stonewall, what can I do for you?” He scanned the faces of the strangers. Two men and two women, dressed in primitive clothing fashioned from swamp grass.

“I just returned from a training exercise,” Stonewall said. “We ran into some people you may want to meet, sir.”

Lacrosse wasn’t aware of a ship carrying civilians landing on Salamander, not in the recent past anyway. The only ship he knew of was the one that arrived only a couple of weeks before, but that one had landed by the original outpost.

“Where did you find them?” he asked.

“Actually, they found us. They’re not really people, by that I mean they’re not humans.”

Lacrosse looked past Stonewall. “They look human to me. Are they androids?”

“No, sir, not androids.” Stonewall smiled thinly. “They’re Accilla.”

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Let’s meet Herbert:

NA: Herbert, welcome and thank you for being here.
HG: Thank you for having me and giving me the opportunity to tell readers about myself.

NA: How did you come up with the idea for your Codename Salamander?
Codename Salamander is actually the fifth book in a series I originally called ‘The Spider Wars’, which started with ‘Outpost Epsilon’, the precursor of the series. The main character in that book was a man by the name of Derek Stonewall, a young Scout in the Solar Union. The next 3 books in that series were published under ‘Lizard World’. Outpost Savanna takes place 15 years after the events in ‘Lizard World’. To avoid confusion and allow me to write more books in the ‘Lizard World’ series I dropped ‘The Spider Wars’ and changed the series name of the first 4 books to ‘The Stonewall Chronicles’ and created another series which takes place in the same universe. The new series name is ‘Operation Stargate’, of which Codename Salamander is the first volume. I’ve always liked reading stories about outposts, so I created a planet with an outpost. Derek Stonewall, one of the characters, already existed, but he was getting old and that’s why his nephew appeared. The other characters came into existence as they were needed.

NA: What sort of research did you do to write this book?
Not much. The universe in which the planet Salamander exists was already there. The aliens featured in the book also existed already. I brought one of the characters, Scout Derek Stonewall, to the outpost and went from there.

NA: What is the main thing you want readers to take away from your book?
I want them to travel with me to an imaginary world, experience and enjoy the excitement of meeting peoples different from us humans on the outside, but realizing that even if they don’t look like us, inside they are just like us. They have desires and aspirations the same as ours. Even though they may be more advanced technologically, they still have faults and are not perfect. I want my readers to see that it is possible to get along with others, no matter how different we all may seem. That getting along is the only way to a peaceful existence here on our own planet and in the rest of the universe.

NA: Do you have a day job? What was your job before you started writing full time?
I am retired. I used to be an electrical contractor before I retired. Writing isn’t my full-time job. I have many other interests which I pursue, but writing stories is my main hobby.

NA: What started you on the path to writing?
Even as a kid I told stories and to start writing them down was a natural progression. I’ve always had a fertile imagination and I want to share the adventures I dream up in my head with others.

NA: What do your friends and family think about your being a writer?
Without making this a religious thing, I’d like to quote something from the Bible. Mark 6:4. ‘Then Jesus told them, “A prophet is honored everywhere except in his own hometown and among his relatives and his own family.”
I’m a writer not a prophet, but that quote pretty much answers the question. I read one time about Arnold Schwarzenegger, who, besides being a super-movie-star, became the governor of California, but in his hometown he was still the local yokel.

One of my friends once said to me, “I’m not going to pay to read your books.” Most of them don’t read Science Fiction, if they read at all. My wife reads my stories only because I ask her to.

Even though my sons are avid readers, I don’t think they’ve read any of my books. [I share this with you! I write erotic romance. I realize it’s not for everyone, but it’s not for anyone–apparently–in my circle of family or friends. It’s a bit annoying, isn’t it?]

NA: Do you outline books ahead of time or are you more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer?
I am more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer. If I get an idea for a story, I jot it down, but then I wait for inspiration, not really knowing where I’m going with what I wrote down. One of my stories started with ‘She had emerald eyes.’ I heard that phrase in a song and it intrigued me. Then I sat there and stared at the page thinking, ‘Okay. I established that. She has emerald eyes. Now what?’ Then I wrote down another sentence and another until I had the first paragraph. I wrote more and more and I had the first chapter, still not really knowing where it would lead, but now my imagination began to work and ideas popped into my head. A story began to develop. I ended up writing two books from that one sentence. Eden’s Gate and Hell’s Gate. I called the series Seeds of Chaos.

Once I’m deeper into the story, I will try to write an outline, but that is only there as a guide. My characters usually don’t follow that outline and take me into a completely different direction. I’m always amazed how things fall into place in the end.

NA: Which kind of scenes are the hardest for you to write? Action, dialogue, sex?
I have to say action. I have no problem writing dialogue. The easiest scenes for me to write are sex-scenes, but since I try to keep those scenes out of my stories now, I have to work a little harder with the other two.

NA: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I listen to music. I work in my garden in the summer. I have a couple of aquariums with fish, which I take care of. I enjoy fishing and hunting. I belong to a hunting and fishing club where I am the membership chairman and I enjoy that. I write articles for our newsletter. I make my own fishing jigs and I built bird houses and other projects. I fix things around the house. I make soups. I like to blog and read other blogs. I read news articles on line. I go shopping with my wife. I spend my evenings with my wife watching TV. We like movies, comedies, and many of the action shows. We never miss the news. The list is endless. Let’s put it this way: I’m never bored. In fact, there isn’t enough time in a day for all the things I like to do.

You may notice that reading books isn’t on the list. That’s because I rarely read books anymore. I used to be a bookworm and spent much of my time reading. Now I can’t find the time to invest in a long story. I’d rather write my own. I have an extensive library and I have read all the books. I wish I had the time to read many of them again, but now I look at them fondly, remembering the pleasure they brought me when I read them. My hope is now that I can bring the same joy to readers with my stories.

NA: What are your top three favorite books of all time?
That is a tough question for me to answer. There are so many. Perhaps I should tell you who my top three favorite authors are. Let’s see: A. E. van Vogt. Philip José Farmer. Leigh Bracket. I could go on. The list is long. All of them influenced my writing.

NA: A pet peeve.
Women wearing ripped jeans. Honestly. I wouldn’t even wear those when I work in the garden. When I grew up, people, especially girls, dressed in nice clothes. Even poor people that couldn’t afford new clothes didn’t walk around in rags. My wife tells me to get over it. [LOL!]

NA: First thought when the alarm goes off in the morning?
I wonder what the weather will be like today.

NA: What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
God. I would ask him why the Hell He created this insane, violent, and destructive race and let it loose on a beautiful planet like Earth.

NA: What are you working on now? Book 3 in my series Operation Stargate. The working title is The Aregon Files.

NA: What is any question we didn’t ask that you would like to answer?
How do you keep track of time-lines, your characters, and the places and locations your characters visit?

I create charts and I make maps. Drawing maps is part of the enjoyment I get while writing a story. Sometimes, just looking at the map gets my creative juices flowing. I also make lists of the characters. At first, they are just names, but as the story develops, I flesh out the characters and write backgrounds for them, like their age, appearance, place of birth, parents, brothers and sister, and any other relevant information I may need or not.
To make sure I don’t screw up the time it takes between one scene and another, I make a list of dates and events.

Here’s Herbert:

Herbert Grosshans was born in Germany. Even as a young boy he was already a voracious reader. He read every book in the small School library at least three times. His teacher gave him even a few books from his own private collection. His favorite books were stories about heroes and gods. He loved the old legends. At age fourteen, a friend gave him a Science Fiction book and he fell in love with that genre, saving his allowance to buy every SF book he could find, but he also loved Westerns and Mysteries. Later he became a member of the Science Fiction Club Deutschland (Germany) and began writing his own stories. One of his short stories was made into a play and broadcast via radio to schools in Germany.

In his early twenties, he emigrated to Canada. He began reading books written in English and studied to become proficient in this new language. And there was no better way to learn than to also write. Writing became his passion and he enjoyed making his fertile imagination come alive in his stories. During his lunch hour, he wrote into a scribbler and at home he pounded away on his manual typewriter whenever time allowed. The majority of his stories were science fiction.

With the arrival of computers and the internet it suddenly became a lot easier to write, and, most importantly, to get published. His first full length novel Daughter of the Dark, Book 1 of his ‘The Xandra’ series was published in 2006 by Midnight Showcase. Then followed Book 2, Mother of Light, and Book 3, Goddess of Life. The series has since grown to eight volumes. So far, Herbert has published more than 30 books in different genres. Most of Herbert’s stories contain erotica and are for adult readers. His books are available from his publisher Melange Books, LLC, but also from Amazon and other outlets. To find out more about Herbert’s books, please, visit his website and his blog.

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Out Now! Moonstone by Lucy Felthouse

Moonstone by Lucy Felthouse

Moonstone (@cw1985)

Do you love reverse harem romances? Love Christmas books? Then check out Moonstone!

Moonstone is a standalone, contemporary, reverse harem romance, which is part of the Jewels Café series—all of which can be read as standalones.

Blurb:
Christmas gifts aren’t the only surprises Ginny is going to get this year.
Moonstone Guinevere ‘Ginny’ Miles is in Silver Springs visiting her parents for the holidays. They moved to the town five years ago, and adore their new life here. Used to the hustle and bustle of London, England, Ginny isn’t convinced at first—what’s so great about a small town in Upstate New York, anyway? Despite her own opinions, it’s clear to Ginny the move has done her parents the world of good—they look years younger. There’s clearly something magical about this town.

Following some exploration of her own, Ginny discovers Silver Springs has its charms—Jewels Cafe is amazing, for starters, as is its pumpkin spice latte. Ginny’s drunk a lot of lattes in her thirty-three years, but nothing quite like this.

Her taste buds are still tingling from the tasty treat when she comes across a broken-down truck on the way back to her parents’ place. And when she spots the three gorgeous guys with the vehicle, it’s not just her taste buds that are tingling.

Is Ginny’s vacation in Silver Springs about to get a whole lot more interesting?

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Excerpt:
Moonstone Guinevere Miles—known as Ginny to people who didn’t want to incur her fierce and everlasting wrath—heaved her suitcase off the luggage reclaim belt with an “Oof!” and placed it on the floor, a sigh of relief escaping her. At least the thing had wheels—she didn’t really have the energy for carrying a heavy suitcase all the way through Customs and out to Arrivals. The long, tiring flight had seen to that. No matter how much she tried, no matter how exhausted she was, she simply could not fall asleep on a plane. Ever. Eye mask, ear plugs, meditation, bloody whale music—nothing helped. She’d long since resigned herself to staying awake while snores from other passengers emanated around the cabin. At least it had only been about seven and a half hours since taking off from Heathrow—she couldn’t imagine what state she’d be in if she ever flew any longer than that—to Australia, New Zealand or somewhere.

Doubtful that would ever happen, though. It had taken long enough for her to get her backside out to the east coast of America, where her parents had been running a retreat since retiring five years ago. But then, things were different now, weren’t they? Which was why she was even here in the first place—it wouldn’t have been possible otherwise.

Thinking of her parents brought an inevitable smile to her face, and inserted a little more spring in her step. Despite the energy and mood suck that had been the flight, she was excited to be here. She was eager to see her parents, and to find out exactly what they’d built up over the last five years. She’d seen photos and videos, but it wasn’t the same as actually being there.

When they’d first announced they were using their retirement nest egg to open a retreat in Upstate New York, she’d been floored. Who the hell retires, only to take on a massive project like that? Surely the whole point of retiring is to wind down, enjoy some free time, relax? But no, her mum and dad—who, to be fair, had never been what one would call conventional—had set their hearts on it. They’d had a huge purge of their belongings, sold their cars and house, and jetted off across the pond, leaving Ginny shocked and not a little bereft. She’d been so used to having them close by and had quickly realized just how much she’d taken that for granted.

At the same time, her own career had taken off and she’d become so busy that her parents’ sudden distance hadn’t made the blindest bit of difference. She barely saw the inside of her own flat, never mind her friends and family. This was the first Christmas she’d had off work since then, too, and she was looking forward to spending it with her parents more than she could put into words. They’d been big on the festive period ever since she was a baby, and as such, Ginny’s brain was stuffed full of warm, fuzzy memories of Christmases past. They’d been useful to get her through the last five crappy ones, too, where a microwaved ready meal was the best she could hope for, if she hadn’t managed to wangle a free meal from the place she’d been working at at the time.

Her smile widened, and she walked faster still—God, just how big was this bloody airport?—desperate to see her mum and dad and start the Christmas holiday with a bang. Anticipation rushed through her. They’d have turkey and roast potatoes, pigs in blankets, mounds of vegetables, desserts laden with enough calories to last them until Valentine’s Day, Christmas carols, amazing decorations, a beautiful tree, fairy lights…

And Santa Claus. Two of them, in fact, jumping up and down enthusiastically and waving wildly at her, with not a rotund belly in sight.
Ginny was so excited, she couldn’t even be bothered with the embarrassment she might have felt at being greeted in a public place by her parents dressed up in Santa outfits. Plus, nobody knew her here anyway, so who cared?

She scurried around the barrier, almost flipping her case in her haste to turn a corner, then covered the remaining distance between them in seconds flat and released the handle of her suitcase. A series of squeals and exclamations went up—from all three of them—and then everything went dark as Ginny was enveloped in a warm, fluffy embrace, her face crushed up against what she suspected was the white fur trim on her mother’s jacket, and kisses rained down on her. It was all she could do to suck in oxygen as she was squeezed and squeezed them right back. She was assailed by the scents of clean clothes, shampoo, perfume, and cologne—all perfectly lovely smells by themselves, but somewhat overwhelming all at once. Unintelligible murmurings reached her ears, but she didn’t bother to reply since she had no idea what was being said. And she didn’t need words, anyway. All she needed at that moment in time was to soak up the enormous outpouring of love she was experiencing.

She was so bloody happy, she thought she might pop.

Eventually, her parents loosened their hold enough so she could step back and actually look at them. She took in her father’s handsome face, his steel-gray hair—or what she could see beneath the hat, at least—his wide grin, and her mother’s long, light gray, waist-length plaits, the glint in her eyes and the glow of her skin.

“Guys, you look fantastic! If this is what retirement does for you, I think I might sign up now.”

Her mother, Deborah, gave a nonchalant shrug—which, given her attire, was way more amusing than it should have been. “What can I say, sweetheart? I feel fantastic. I’ve got so much more energy than I ever had in London, even when I was much younger.” She shrugged again. “It’s the retreat, I’m sure of it—the moment your father and I first set foot there all those years ago, I felt there was something magical about it. Silver Springs is the most wonderful little town, and we’re lucky enough to live and work in the most spectacular part of it—though it hardly feels like work.”
Ginny gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, then turned to her father, Charlie. “And you, Dad? You look twenty years younger, but how do you feel?”

His face took on a beatific expression. “The same as your mother, kiddo. Exactly the same. If I’d known just how wonderful it would be, I’d have thrown in the towel and moved out here years ago. Decades, even.” He grabbed the handle of Ginny’s case in one hand, then looped the other around her neck and pulled her in to drop a kiss on her chin-length blonde hair, which he then ruffled. “I’m so thrilled you’re here, Moony. You’re going to love it in Silver Springs. Just love it! Come on, let’s get going. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, and the weather’s on the turn.”

Ginny bit back comments on both his use of her childhood nickname, and his messing up of her hair. She didn’t want to dampen the almost euphoric mood that seemed to float between the three of them—a combination of being pleased to see each other, and her parents’ obvious appreciation of their new home. Though five years was hardly new anymore, was it? She really should have visited before now, but the circumstances had been impossible. Now they weren’t, and she was here, in the bosom of her family, at Christmas time, and it was going to be magical.

And, at some point, she’d enlighten her parents about the fact she had nothing in particular to rush home for, either. But that could wait. No need to burst the happy, everything-is-perfect bubble just yet. She’d let them all enjoy their first Christmas together in years before thinking about that.
They made their way out of the airport building. The cold air slapped Ginny in the face, momentarily taking her breath. Her slight gasp drew her mother’s keen eye. “I hope you listened to me, sweetheart, and brought warm clothes with you. It’s even colder up in Silver Springs, you know.”

“The car’s not far,” her dad piped up. “I’ll get the heating on as soon as we’re inside, and we’ll soon have you snug as a bug in a rug.” He tipped her a wink, and warmth flooded her veins. She hadn’t realized until now just how much she’d missed her wacky yet lovable parents. They might be unconventional, but they’d given her a wonderful childhood. When she’d reached adulthood, they’d remained incredibly close, with them managing to achieve the perfect balance of loving and supportive without being controlling. They’d let her forge her own path, make her own mistakes, and had been there to help pick up the pieces without uttering so much as a “I told you so.”

They’d definitely earned this idyllic new life they’d carved out for themselves, and she couldn’t wait to experience it for herself, if only for a little while. Though she wasn’t sure how much fun there was to be had in the back end of beyond. It was hardly going to be lively. Perhaps it was a good thing she was only here for an extended holiday.

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Moonstone by Lucy Felthouse

Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and The Heiress’s Harem series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here.

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Snowy, blowy days #MFRWauthor

SnowSince it’s snowing as I type this and is supposed to be for part of every day for the next 10 days, I feel qualified to describe what I could do on inclement days like these. I could paint a masterpiece, sew a glimmering ball gown, sculpt a museum-worthy bust of Alfred E. Neuman, or compose an opera in Italian.

Actually, I couldn’t. Don’t know masterpieces from Paint-by-Numbers, or how to hem a skirt, much less sew a ball gown. If I tried to sculpt I’d probably cut my hand with the little thingy you use to chip the marble or make a mess of the clay, and it will make me sound kinda red-neck, but I’m a fan of George Strait, not opera. Realistically, I will write and read. Or maybe read and write. We don’t have children to blast out of bed or grandchildren to find entertainment for, and I don’t have to trudge through a foot of white stuff to get to work. The only thing I have to do tomorrow is prepare dinner, and even then, for a tip, Pizza Hut will trudge through the white stuff. So, I’m even off the hook for that.

Don’t judge me. 😉

I take heart in the fact that I’ve worked a bunch of years to get to this point, and I am going to enjoy it for all it’s worth. For many of those years, I didn’t get time off when it snowed, even though we lived in Virginia where whole towns shut down when a few flakes fall from the sky. And in all fairness, sometimes getting a couple of new chapters written feels like work, even though getting through them will be joyful. You know what I mean!

What do you do on those days when the white stuff is falling? Please don’tBaking say you do stuff like bake bread, organize a caroling group to appreciate the snow with song, or anything like that. You’ll just make me tired and I’ll have to slip in a nap between reading and writing.

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Dee
One Woman Only: The Good Man Series, Book 2 Jonah’s story! Can a simple mechanic rekindle with his high school love? She says no, but Jonah loves a challenge!

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One Woman Only by Dee S. Knight

One Woman Only is a story of second-chance romance and a love that lasted despite a broken heart at the tenderest of age. This is a blog hop. After reading my post, please click the link at the end to see other posts!

Blurb:

As one of a set of triplets, Jonah Goodman has always stood out as the least academic—and the last one to take the world, or commitment, seriously. Thing is, that’s not really who he is. But who can he convince of that? Not his family, who see him as they always have. And maybe not his one love, the sweetheart he left behind in high school but with whom he is now sharing an erotic holiday. Will he get his second chance to prove to Kelly that he is a loving man who wants more than a sensual few days, but a real relationship with the woman he lost once and doesn’t want to lose again? With that chance and Kelly’s love, Jonah knows that a “good man” can become a better man.

Excerpt:
“May I have this dance?”

Kelly turned at the sound of Jonah’s voice behind her. Dinner had ended. All three of the boys had given best man speeches and Eve had even given a very creditable matron of honor speech, considering she had only known Marilyn and Caleb a short time. Lots of toasts had been raised and finally the live band had struck up the music. Caleb led his bride onto the floor for a foxtrot—a dance more than half of the guests had no idea how to do, including her.

Facing Jonah she sighed inwardly at how scrumptious he looked. Sure, his face was pretty much displayed on his brothers’ heads, too, but there was something different about Jonah. His nose was just a little crooked from when Bobby Hendricks had broken it in ninth grade and his eyes held an especially bright sparkle in his eyes when he smiled. Maybe… Well, she didn’t know what caused the difference between Jonah and his brothers. Whatever it was, she had never been fooled by the so-called identical nature of the identical triplets. She’d wanted to be his girl since elementary school. Thought she would be in high school. And then forced every last thought of him from her mind from senior year on.

Until now.

“I don’t know how to foxtrot.”

He shrugged. “Who does except those over fifty?” He glanced at his folks, still alone on the dancefloor, although a few couples were wandering out to join them now. “We can pretend.”

She mentally compared standing on the sidelines alone now that Mama Rio left the party, or being held in Jonah’s arms. Smiling, Kelly held out her hands. “Just don’t step on my toes, Jonah Goodman, or there’ll be hell to pay.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Together they walked onto the dancefloor. He took her right hand in his left and placed his right hand on her waist. Fortunately for them, the music changed to a slow tempo. Kelly laid her head on Jonah’s shoulder, and he tugged her closer as they swayed to the music.

“This is nice,” he murmured.

“Yes it is,” she replied. So very nice. He smelled good. Beneath the light citrus fragrance of his aftershave was a slight whiff of pure man with maybe a twinge of motor oil or something so Jonah it brought tears to her eyes.

He rubbed a path up to her shoulder blades and gave a squeeze. “You fit me perfectly, Kelly.”

“I do?”

“You sure do. I think our hearts can feel each other beat.”

Kelly chuckled. “Smooth talker. Face to face like this our hearts are on opposite sides.”

“Hey! I’m trying to be romantic here.”

She sighed. “Keep on. It’s appreciated.”

“You smell…good.”

She felt his smile. Raising her head she gave him a mock glare. “Watch it with those pregnant pauses, buster.”

He used his hand to press her head back to his shoulder. “You do smell good, though. This isn’t the same perfume you wore in high school. That was—”

“Lilac,” they said at the same time. Once more she raised her head to look at him. “How did you remember that?”

“I remember much more than you might think.” He turned her and moved her closer to the door onto the patio. “Each spring when lilacs are in bloom memories come flooding back. Does that surprise you?”

“More like shocks me,” she said, grinning. And then she laid her head on his shoulder once more, finding she liked it more and more there in his arms. She stepped slightly closer and his arm tightened about her.

“Well, after a while I thought lilac seemed too girlish. I like the vintage scents, so in college I wore Wind Song. Then Shalimar was the scent Brad liked me to wear.” She felt Jonah stiffen when she mentioned her ex, and really she didn’t blame him. “But when I grew up enough finally to take charge of my own life, I started wearing Chanel No 5. A complex fragrance for what I hope is a complex woman.”

“It suits you. Complex and beautiful.” He kissed her temple. “Want to step outside for a minute?”

“Sure. It is a little warm in here.”

On the patio, they could hear the sounds of the people from the television networks packing up equipment, chatting and laughing. Stars shone brightly in the clear night sky. Wood smoke from someone’s fireplace wafted through the air and static electricity fairly crackled in the crispness of the autumn air.

“This is my favorite time of year,” Kelly said. “The heat of summer is gone and winter nights curled up with a hot drink and blazing fire are ahead.”

“Not me. I’m a summer boy all the way.”

“A hothead you mean?” she teased.

“Oh, I’m hot all right.” He waggled his brows at her. Kelly laughed.

“I do seem to remember that about you.”

“You used to be pretty hot yourself. Still are.” He leaned in. His eyes flicked down to her lips. Kelly sucked in a breath. She should stop him, she really should.

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A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That’s how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she’s lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. For romance ranging from sweet to historical, contemporary to paranormal and more join Dee on Nomad Authors. Contact Dee at dsknight@deesknight.com.

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New Release! The Cat’s Out of the Bag: Cynthia Terelst

The Cat's Out of the Bag by Cynthia Tereist

One van. Two hearts. Thousands of kilometres.

Jesse’s a self-made billionaire who yearns to get away from his empty life and the money-hungry parasites who inhabit it. The plan? Go to Australia, tell no one about his money and find himself. Instead of finding just himself, he finds Evie, who is everything anyone should aspire to be. Now, what he aspires to be, is hers. But to be hers, he needs to tell her everything.

Evie has left her past behind. She has rebuilt herself, and her life, into one of happiness. After she meets Jesse, while volunteering at a cat shelter, memories of her past filter back in. She is stronger now and wants to trust him. But after all she has been through, is trust even possible?

The quest to find a cat a forever home leads them to travel across the country together. Can the close quarters drive them to open up to each other? Or will it drive them apart?

Excerpt:

Jesse
I woke up with Evie still wrapped in my arms. Her smell, her touch, the sound of her soft breathing, the peacefulness on her face. It invaded my senses.

I’d never felt so in touch with someone in my whole life. Every day we opened ourselves up a little more, sharing another part of our souls. I couldn’t live my life without her now.

Evie stirred in my arms and settled again. I kissed the top of her head and tightened my arm around her. Opening her eyes, she looked up at me and smiled before closing her eyes again. Not wanting to disturb her peace, I relaxed into the pillows and closed my eyes.

Her hand found my face and trailed down my neck to my chest. She moved her body up so her lips could meet my jawline. Her breasts pushed up against my body. They were perfectly rounded. I wanted to caress them and feel their softness in my palm. I became hard. It took all my self-control to keep my hands still. Her lips found mine, and she kissed me tenderly. As her lips drew away from mine, I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me.

I wanted her. I should have dragged her lips back to mine. I should have held her close, taken charge, kissed her, loved her. Instead, I watched her as she moved away.

The Cat's Out of the Bag by Cynthia TereistBuy link: https://www.amazon.com/Cats-out-Bag-billionaire-international-ebook/dp/B07ZC2Y2PG

Let’s meet Cynthia:

NA: How did you come up with the idea for your book?
CT: I saw that billionaire romances were very popular and decided to write one. But I didn’t want it to be like the others I read. It is not primarily about money; I added a couple of twists in there. I like to include social issues in my stories and this one touched on domestic violence.

I decided the characters would go on a road trip because road trips are fun and it also throws the characters in close proximity to each other which adds some conflict.

NA: What sort of research did you do to write this book?
CT: There wasn’t much research required as my daughter and I travelled around Australia for three years and visited many of the places in the book. For places I wasn’t familiar with I did some Googling, looked at photos and went from there.

I decided to write contemporary romance because I knew a lot of research would be required for a historical romance and I was worried about getting facts, mannerisms, speech, etc. wrong.

NA: What is the main thing you want readers to take away from your book?
CT: I think this statement from the book sums it up:
I know it’s hard to trust again when you’ve been hurt so badly. But you need to try. Otherwise, you will miss out on many of life’s joys.

NA: A fun fact about writing your book.
CT: I am a foster carer for a cat rescue, which helped me relate to the cats in care and their personalities.

NA: Do you have a day job? What was your job before you started writing full time?
CT: I am a project officer by day and a writer by night. I much prefer to write. As a new writer I need to build up my back list and earn a sustainable income, before I can make writing my full-time job.

NA: What started you on the path to writing?
CT: I have always loved writing. I wrote my first novel at the age of sixteen. I’d put writing aside for over 20 years. When a friend I work with told me she was working on a novel, it inspired me to start writing again. I found my manuscript and rewrote it. It is not a published work, yet.

NA: What do your friends and family think about your being a writer?
CT: I think they are proud and excited.

NA: The biggest surprise you had after becoming a writer
CT: I have been surprised with how helpful other authors are. They are always willing to share their experience and offer their advice. I find them inspiring.

NA: Do you outline books ahead of time or are you more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer?
CT: I know where my books start, where they finish and some of what I want to happen in between. After that I just write. With my second novel I have tried using the index card method to plot, but found that I stray away from what I planned. I do refer back to the cards though when I get stuck.

NA: What has been one of your most rewarding experiences as an author?
CT: I told my author friend in July that I would write and publish a book by the end of the year and that is exactly what I have done. I am proud of my effort.

NA: Do you have quirky writing habits?
CT: I write my first draft by hand. I feel that my ideas flow easier that way.

NA: Which kind of scenes are the hardest for you to write? Action, dialogue, sex?
CT: My sex scenes were pretty terrible to start with. I think they have improved. One beta reader said my dialogue was like it was in a vacuum, I have worked hard to fix this. Sometimes I would tell and not show. I appreciated when my beta readers would point this out.

NA: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
CT: Relax and do nothing 😊

NA: What are your top three favorite books of all time?
CT: Oh, that is a hard question. When I was younger, I loved The Outsiders. I recently read the Darkest Minds series, which I enjoyed. I can’t decide on a third.

NA: Why did you choose the shirt you have on?
CT: I’m wearing a dress because it is comfortable.

NA: First thought when the alarm goes off in the in the morning?
CT: No. Arggh. And then I hit snooze.

NA: What errand/chore do you despise the most?
CT: Cleaning. I actually pay someone to clean now.

NA: What are you working on now?
CT: My second novel, Let Sleeping Dogs Lie. It is a second chance romance.

NA: What is any question we didn’t ask that you would like to answer?
CT: I can’t think of any. Maybe my favourite food? I would say everything, which would then explain why I am wearing a dress, weight gain due to eating. Lol.

Cynthia:
Cynthia TereistCynthia Terelst is a project officer by day and a writer by night. She is a contemporary romance writer who likes to share a little bit of history, some Australian scenery and a whole lotta love. Cynthia does not shy away from difficult topics, as she feels that they should not be ignored.
She lives in Queensland, Australia, where the sun shines at least 283 days a year.

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