Writing topic no-nos #MFRWauthor

Creating storiesThis week’s blog question is whether there are any topics you won’t write about. Sure. I won’t write about politics, religion, or another person’s spouse. One of my earliest pieces of advice came from my dad who lived most of his adult life in close quarters with a bunch of other men on naval ships. He said those three things were topics no one should ever discuss. I assume because they were hot buttons that would cause fights. I’ll take that to mean I shouldn’t write about them, too. They’re nothing but trouble.

There are also topics I won’t address because I simply couldn’t do them justice. Same sex romances, for example. I read them, and there are some Don't travel with petsgreat romances in that genre. But I know my limitations and I would not be able to write a same sex romance that would be good enough for anyone to read. This is also a problem with stories that have strong animal characters. I love dogs and cats but I don’t have all that much experience with them, sadly. Would I be able to portray them as main assets in a book? I fear not.

Burning Bridges by Anne KristOther than those things I should never address in writing and those I don’t think I can do well enough, I don’t think there is anything else I avoid—other than the things stipulated in every publisher’s submission guidelines, and you know what they are. For the longest time, I refused to write about anything having to do with Vietnam. The period of the war was just too painful. But I’ve gotten past that—I made myself get past it with a novella (Coming Home) and using it as part of the background in my book, Burning Bridges (written as Anne Krist).

What won’t you write about? Or as a reader, what won’t you read?

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Dee
Burning Bridges by Anne Krist: old letters put the lie to Sara’s life. Now, mending her past mistakes while crossing burning bridges will be the hardest thing she’s ever done.

One Woman Only
Only a Good Man Will Do
Naval Maneuvers

More magic! #MFRWHooks

Your Desire by Dee S. KnightBlurb:
Your Desire. Two stories about a mysterious shop that appears for one reason: to bring a special person the thrill of love and the spice of passion. Magic reveals the hidden, usually surprising, desires of the heart. Then the store fades from sight and memory, only to reappear somewhere else. Maybe in your town….

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MFRW Book HooksExcerpt:
“Here comes Allison now. We’ll ask her.” His voice was loud enough to be heard throughout the ER. She slipped through the opening to see Frank sitting on the edge of the bed. Walter Neeley, the ophthalmologist, stood in front of him. Mike stood apart, his arms crossed over the metal cover of the hospital chart held tightly against his chest. His face was serious but a look of mischievous glee colored his eyes as he observed the verbal sparring between the two men. Beside him stood Richard Matthews, head of neurology, who nodded a greeting to her.

“Ask Allison what?” She knew she’d have to referee something, based on the bull-headed expressions of both doctor and patient. Frank and Walt had already turned toward the opening in the curtains when she slipped in. This damn noisy dress.

“I want to hold Mr. Hughes overnight. He refuses. Says he’ll be all right at your house.” Walt Neeley arched a brow at her. “As he’s your friend, perhaps you can convince him that it’s in his own best interests to be admitted for the night.”

Unconsciously, she moved to stand beside Frank, touching his hand to let him know she was there. His head followed her every movement. “Actually he’s not my fr—”

“Tell him there’s no need for me to remain here overnight, Allison. If he’d give me something for this damn headache, I’d be fine. Well, if I could see, that is.” He practically growled out the last.

“They can’t give you anything that will make you sleep.”

“But it hurts like hell.”

“I know, but buck up,” she stage-whispered.

He snorted and turned away.

“Actually, Frank,” she stated in her most persuasive tone, “it is in your best interest to stay here. If anything should happen, the staff and equipment you need will be here.”

“No.”

Damn it! She couldn’t take him home. Besides the obvious medical risks, there was the unsettled feeling she experienced around him. It was unreasonable, but there, nonetheless. Why wouldn’t the obstinate man allow them to admit him so she could go home alone to her safe and ordered life.

“Mr. Hughes.”

Frank turned his head, his recalcitrant expression carved in stone.

“You don’t seem to realize the seriousness of your condition. You have a contusion, and as Nurse Hayes suggested, that’s bad enough. But if the swelling of your brain worsens during the night, you’ll need care she can’t give you at home.”

Frank seemed to consider this. “Dr. Matthews, is it?” He asked but continued without waiting for confirmation. “I think I do understand the seriousness of my condition. If you and the staff here haven’t explained it thoroughly enough, my own doctor, after examining the test results you sent, has told me plainly that I’m a jackass if I leave here tonight. However, he’s well aware of my nature and knows I’m a man used to taking judicious risks. I trust Ms. Hayes. She’s a well-trained nurse, is she not?”

“This has nothing to do with Allison’s capabilities,” spit out Walt Neeley.

“This has to do with your welfare and the liability of the hospital if you leave and something happens.”

She sighed, knowing the men could butt heads all night without resolution. “What about the blindness?”

Walt spoke. “As far as we can tell, the problem is trauma-induced and will resolve itself when the swelling goes down. Tonight he’ll have to be checked every two hours.”

“Allison will do that.” Frank didn’t give the slightest intimation that she might say no.

She looked at him, really looked at him. He acted the tyrant, totally commanding, used to having every whim fulfilled and order followed without question. But there was an odd hesitance under it all. She’d noticed the characteristic earlier, too, when they were making their way out of the pasture. Discomfort, almost fear.

His hands fisted on his legs, his brows puckered ever so slightly in worry. Other than those tells, no one would know he wasn’t the controlling force he pretended to be. Maybe only she saw he had the false bravado of a man used to being in charge, suddenly finding himself at the mercy of fate. If so, she might not understand his attitude but she wouldn’t betray him.

She tried one more approach. “What if I stayed with you? I’d be here each time the nurse woke you up.”

He shook his head. “If you won’t take me home I’ll call my assistant. He’ll come down immediately and we’ll drive back to DC tonight.”

Walt Neeley threw his hands up and snorted in disbelief. Frank’s lips turned up in a tiny smile, probably secure in the knowledge that he’d presented an alternative worse than going home with her.

Mike gave a one-shouldered shrug when she glanced at him. “I strongly advise he be admitted.” Frank opened his mouth to speak, but Mike cut him off. “If he insists on going, we can’t stop him. You’re one of the people I’d entrust him to. If you want him, of course.”

All four men waited to hear her judgment. “I suppose he could sleep on the sofa in the office. I wouldn’t want him climbing the stairs.” She spoke out loud, but more to herself, reasoning what to do. “I can get him back here very quickly if need be.”

“Good.” Frank spoke as though her decision had been a foregone conclusion all along. His hands relaxed on his thighs.

Dr. Matthews slid by on his way out of the cubicle. “You’ll have to sign an AMA form. That’s Against Medical Advice.” He turned to look sternly at Frank then at her. “I wish you’d reconsider, Mr. Hughes.”

“I appreciate your advice, Doctor, but get the form, please.”

“I’ll see to the rest of the paperwork so you can get home,” Mike said. He threw Allison a worried look before following the neurologist out of the cubicle.

Walt lounged against the wall, arms crossed, staring at her. “I assume you know who this is, Allison? If anything happens with someone of his position, I’d hate to think what the repercussions might be.” He studied her.

“I had no idea you were friends with—”

“She doesn’t need you telling her about her friends, Doctor. And I’d appreciate your restraint when it comes to the rest of the staff. No one needs to know what I do since it has no bearing on why I’m here.”

“Huh!” Walt pushed himself away from the wall. “Call if you need help tonight, Allison. And I hope you make sure he pays for the fence, and your hospitality,” he advised before leaving.

“What is it with you people and fences?”

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Shopping in a mallWhen the question arises of whether I prefer to drive to a mall to shop (or even down to my quaint little town) or let my fingers do the walking, there’s no doubt that I prefer to shop from home. It could be that I’m lazy but I don’t think that’s the whole answer. The fact is, I never really enjoyed going shopping, mostly because walking and standing have always given me trouble thanks to Mr. Polio. But I am kind of lazy, too.

Still, finding a place to park close to where I want to be is usually a pain—even in my small town. If I go to a mall, there are the crowds. The anchor stores are (duh!) at opposite ends of the mall, which can feel like miles by the end of the day. However, I get to try things on in a store. I can feel the fabric and find accessories easily. I used to enjoy shopping—when I was twenty. But now…?

In the time it takes to go to 2 stores and try on clothes, I can search 20 Shopping onlineonline. Of course, I admit that there are difficulties with shopping from a computer screen. The colors are not always true. The clothes don’t always fit and have to be sent back. Orders don’t always arrive and then there is the hassle with refunds. But for the most part, I’ve been pretty happy over the years, plugging my credit card into the slot on the side of the computer. (That is how it works, isn’t it?) And as stores continue to add online to their shopping options, I get happier and happier.

What is your preference for shopping?

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Dee
Burning Bridges by Anne Krist: old letters put the lie to Sara’s life. Now, mending her past mistakes while crossing burning bridges will be the hardest thing she’s ever done.

One Woman Only
Only a Good Man Will Do
Naval Maneuvers

Hurry!! The Woman Behind the Mirror–99 Cents, only for a short time!!

The Woman Behind the Mirror by Jan Selbourne

For the next three days (April 16-18), award-winning historical fiction writer, Jan Selbourne, is offering her newest book. The Woman Behind the Mirror for 99 cents on Amazon! That’s a real bargain for a book you’re sure to love! In fact, it’s my current favorite Jan book. 😉

You might know, Jan’s Lies of Gold won Coffee Pot Book Club’s Silver Award for 2019. With The Woman Behind the Mirror, I see more awards in her future. At any rate, that’s the future and Jan writes about history. The Woman Behind the Mirror starts in 1775 England, but quickly shifts to Boston where the American Revolution is rumbling into being. What happens to Sarah Forsythe has to be read to be believed!

The Woman Behind the Mirror by Jan Selbourne

Blurb

Betrothed by her father to a man twice her age, Sarah Forsythe does the unthinkable—she escapes her arranged marriage and runs away with the son of a Methodist minister. Not to Gretna Green, to colonial America—the New World. For Sarah, a “new world” of broken promises, abandonment, poverty and shame. Around her, the American Revolution is quickly developing and the siege of Boston worsens by the day. As British soldiers seek out traitors and treason, a desperate Sarah breaks open a safe looking for cash. Instead, she finds a box holding Bank of England documents. Through willpower, bitter determination, and lying through her teeth, Sarah manages to make her way home to England. What she doesn’t know is that two men follow, and they will do anything to claim those documents.

Bank investigator Neil McAlister faces an almost impossible task—to determine the true owner of the documents by deciding who is lying. Most of all, as danger creeps ever closer, he needs to know who wants the secretive, beautiful Sarah dead.

The Woman Behind the Mirror by Jan Selbourne

Excerpt

Legs shaking, Sarah walked downstairs to face her furious father and white-faced mother.

“I cannot believe your wilfulness, your complete lack of propriety,” her father said icily. “You deliberately encouraged”—he frowned at her mother—“what was his name?”

“David Langford.”

“You encouraged this penniless nobody behind my back, knowing I have approved and accepted Mr Gerald Whitehead’s offer of marriage.”

“Papa, Mr Whitehead is over forty years old!”

“A mature man of independent means with homes in Norfolk and London. Now sadly widowed, he needs the comfort of a wife and mother to his children.”

Sarah’s fingers clenched. “His children are almost my age.”

Her mother spoke. “Albert dear, I do think Sarah and Mr Whitehead should be given more time to become better acquainted.”

Her father pointed his finger at her mother. “I hold you responsible for giving the girl far too much freedom. I can only pray Mr Whitehead does not hear of this shameful cavorting while he’s attending to business affairs.”

“I was not cavorting with David,” Sarah said hotly. “We met at the church fair when mama presented prizes for the best puddings. We were never alone, not even when Eliza and I showed David and Freddie the country dances because the Methodists don’t approve.”

Her father’s eyes had turned slate grey, filling her with fear.

“I am sorry papa. I will do whatever you bid.” She held her breath waiting for a hand across her face or worse.

“You will not leave this house until the banns are read.” Albert Forsythe strode from the room, slamming the door behind him.

Her mother touched her arm. “You have made papa very angry.”

Sarah’s eyes met her mothers. “If he beats me again, I will leave, David or no David.”

“Sarah! You are under-age and cannot defy papa. You know it is his fervent wish to see you and your brothers well set up.”

“You mean Peter’s commission and Robert’s year in London will cost papa a lot of money. Mr Whitehead’s offer of marriage relieves him of more financial burden.”

Her mother’s mouth fell open. “That is a dreadful thing to say.”

“Mama, please, Mr Whitehead is ugly, and I cannot bear him near me.”

“Your father will provide a generous dowry,” her mother said quietly. “Do not defy him or we all suffer.”

“Yes mama, excuse me mama,” Sarah’s eyes blurred as she climbed the stairs again to her bedchamber. Closing the door, she sat at her dressing table and as she stared at her reflection her resolve grew. A glance at the closed door and she sharpened a quill and began to write. Signing the note S, she rang for her maid.

“Go to the Methodist manse. This letter must be handed to Mr David Langford and no one else.”

“Yes miss. I will, miss.”

Sarah put two shillings in her hand. “Not a word to anyone and you may have the rest of the day off.”

The maid blinked at half a week’s pay in her hand. “Thank you miss.”

When the door closed, Sarah’s knees turned to water. They’d talked about it, they’d held hands while declaring their love for each other, and now it was a frightening reality. She sat by the window as the minutes turned into one hour, then another hour and then her heart thudded in her chest. David, wearing a cloak and hat pulled low over his forehead rode past the front gates and placed a small sprig of leaves on the railing. He’d received her message.

Escape with a Jan Selbourne book!Jan

Jan SelbourneJan Selbourne was born and educated in Melbourne, Australia and her love of literature and history began as soon as she learned to read and hold a pen. After graduating from a Melbourne Business College her career began in the dusty world of ledgers and accounting, working in Victoria, Queensland and the United Kingdom. On the point of retiring, she changed course to work as secretary of a large NSW historical society. Now retired Jan is enjoying her love of travelling and literature. She has two children, a stray live in cat and lives near Maitland, New South Wales.

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Now! 99 Cents! Romances on the Range: A Cowboy’s Sweet Spot by Lorelei Confer

We welcome Lorelei Confer back to Nomad Authors! Her previous interview for her book A Deadly Gamble is hereRomances on the Range anthology: Lorelei Confer

A Cowboy’s Sweet Spot by Lorelei Confer is part of the anthology: Romances on the Range.

Blurb for A Cowboy’s Sweet Spot:
Janelle Franklin arrives in Saddle Creek, WY for a relaxing visit with her childhood friend and new mother. She also wants to fine-tune a secret passion, baking. But when she meets ranch manager, Carter Weaver, passion takes on a whole new meaning.

Carter excels at horse breeding but has a dark past that haunts him. When he meets Janelle, a woman he‘s comfortable with, sparks fly. But his past thwarts their future together and after a heated debate, Janelle leaves without a word taking his heart with her.

When she calls him out of the blue, he rushes to meet her. But will she accept him with his past? Or will they both have to sacrifice a loveless future?

Blurb for Romances on the Range:
Rough, rugged, and ready to ride.

There’s no denying it. Cowboys have a certain swagger about them. The way they move. Their walk. Their tough as nails way of life.

No matter how you like your cowboys, one thing’s for certain. They can sweep you off your feet and steal your heart quicker than you can say, “Yee-Haw”.

If you love the charming cowboys of Diana Palmer’s stories and can’t get enough of men on the range, then this collection is exactly what you need in your library.

Including stories from:
Desiree Holt
Nicole Morgan
Lorelei Confer
Milan Watson
Dawn Luedecke
RaeAnne Hadley
Taylor Porter
K.L. Humphreys
Krista Ames
Abby Gordon
Ava Bari
Breanna Hayse

Available now on preorder exclusive to Amazon for $.99 in KU/Amazon.

Lorelei, welcome back! Tell us about A Cowboy’s Sweet Spot.
A Cowboy’s Sweet Spot is kind of a spin off from the Saddle Creek series.

The premise for the Saddle creek series is based on a relationship my oldest son has with his longtime friends: four male friends grow up together in the small town of Saddle Creek, WY, located in the shadows of the Grand Tetons. They consider themselves brothers from another mother, sharing and helping each other through the growing pains of adulting after high school. They remain loyal to each other throughout, although they go their separate ways: one goes to college, another buys the horse ranch he’s worked/lived on since a young age, one joins the military, and the fourth becomes the local Sheriff.

Moonlight Kisses and Mug Shots is the fourth in the series, the story of Sheriff Mitch Rogers and his new Deputy Veronica “Ronnie” Travis, who is also the new owner of Travis B&B, located in Saddle Creek and where the Sheriff resides. And how or why did Ronnie from Miami, Florida become the owner of the B&B in Saddle Creek, WY? This book will be released early 2020.

Did you have to do much research for this short story, and the series?
I love the Jackson Hole, WY area. It is beautiful and I’d live there if winter wasn’t eight-nine months of the year. I’ve lived in Florida for forty years and it’s not gonna happen. But I can visit throughout the year and share scenes in my books.

I love Jackson Hole, too! What would you like readers to take away from your contribution to Romances on the Range?
There’s always a happy ever after, no matter what’s happened in your life, no matter how low you’re right now, your soul mate is out there. Be patient. He/she is out there.

Meet Lorelei:
Lorelei ConferLorelei Confer lives on a peninsula in the mid west coast of Florida with her high school sweetheart, now husband, and AJ, her long-haired Chihuahua.

In the fourth grade, she wrote her first story—something about getting a shot at the doctors—that was produced by the teacher for parents and students in an assembly. When she was older, she spilled her guts in a journal every night and wrote long newsy love letters to Viet Nam.

She is a multi-published author of romantic suspense with two series: The Deadly series and the Saddle Creek series. She also has written numerous novellas and short stories. She loves to hear from her readers so if you want to stay “in the know” visit her website, sign up for her newsletters and contact her.

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Regency Romance with a smile: the Ladies’ Wagering Whist Society by Meredith Bond

I’m looking forward to learning more about the next three books in this great series. Here are books 4-6! Welcome, Meredith Bond and The Ladies’ Wagering Whist Society!

Meredith BondWhen love is a gamble, place your bets on the Ladies’ Wagering Whist Society.

The women of the Ladies’ Wagering Whist Society gather every Wednesday for an on-going game of whist, but while most people play cards for money, the ladies of the Wagering Whist Society play for secrets. The person with the fewest number of points at the end of a game must divulge her deepest, darkest secret. Not a word of anyone’s secret may be shared outside of the group, but that doesn’t mean that the ladies can’t offer assistance to anyone who needs it—and they all do at one point or another.

This nine-book Regency romance series, spread out over three seasons, isDuchess filled with laughter, hidden identities, private fears, adorable children, secrets, and the sweetest Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Duchess.

Each book features one of the eight members. Book number nine will feature Joshua Powell, Viscount Wickford, owner of Powell’s Club for the Refined Gentleman. Every book is a stand-alone novel with at least one central romance and a secondary second-chance romance featuring an older couple.

Love is what the Ladies’ Wagering Whist Society does best. Whether it’s helping their own members or those close to them, the women of the Wagering Whist Society find that they’ve gotten quite good at helping couples arrange their cards just right.

A Trick of Mirrors by Meredith Bond

A Trick of Mirrors
~March 22, 1807~

Beatrice Kendrick crouched on the floor of the carriage as it moved through the streets of London. It wasn’t easy to keep her balance in the moving vehicle and pull on the maid’s cloak at the same time, but somehow, she managed. She pulled up the hood covering her tell-tale red hair and ducked her head down so no one could see her face, identical to her sister’s, who was sitting and staring out the window. They moved ever closer to their aunt’s Mayfair home where they would be staying for the Season.

Bee carefully sat back on the seat next to her maid, Annie, making sure to keep her head down, so her hood wouldn’t be dislodged. They couldn’t risk anyone even getting a glimpse of her.

As planned, Bee arranged herself so she couldn’t be seen when the door to the carriage opened outside of Lord and Lady Blakemore’s home. Her sister Bel and Annie got down, making a huge fuss over the beauty of the house and the number of footmen pouring out of the house to take in all of Bel’s luggage.

The door to the coach opened again, causing Bee to hold her breath and scrunch down even farther into the tiniest ball against the side.

“Ach, ye don’t need to check inside the carriage,” Bee heard the coachman scold someone. “Miss Kendrick only had a luncheon basket in there with her, and I’ll bring it round to the kitchen meself.”

The door closed again, and Bee allowed herself to breathe. If she were caught now, their entire plan would be jeopardized. Months of arguing back and forth between her and Bel, weeks of Bee trying to convince her sister that she did, in fact, need to be there with her in London and that, no, simply relaying information by mail about the men she met would not be enough. Days of swearing to her sister that she truly had no desire to subvert Bel’s debut into society for her own ends. She was going to happily enter society on her own the following year just as their parents had planned, but there was absolutely no way that Bee was going to allow her sister, with her cavalier attitude toward rules and proper behavior when she got an idea in her head, to come to London on her own.

Bee loved her twin sister, but they could not risk Bel getting into scrapes the way she did when they went out to parties and assemblies at home. She had to find a husband this season, so Bee could be presented next year. Their parents had been very clear that they could only afford to present one girl at a time. But no amount of love could change the fact that Bel was, well, flighty and not always the best judge of character.

It had taken months for Bee to show her sister this truth and weeks for her to agree that maybe it would be best if Bee were there to actually meet the men she might consider marrying. And now the time was at hand for them to put this plan into action, and it was vital that no one knew both twins were there. Bee could not risk getting caught. God only knew if they would get this opportunity again, were she to be found now.

A Bid for Romance by Meredith Bond

A Bid for Romance
~March 26, 1807~

Margaret started to return to the sitting room after seeing her sister-in-law off when she suddenly noticed the footman. She stopped. She didn’t recall ever seeing him before. She would most certainly have noticed such an Adonis.

All footmen were easy on the eyes. It was one trait which all employers looked for, although Margaret did have to admit that the duchess wasn’t especially particular in that regard. But this man… He was tall, blond, and blue-eyed, and the way he filled out his livery made it difficult for Margaret to keep her eyes above his shoulders—his very, broad shoulders. Somehow, they kept straying down his long regal neck, broad chest, narrow hips, and well-turned calves encased in white stockings.

Her eyes flew back up to his face. He’d raised an eyebrow at her inspection of him and seemed to be trying very hard not to smile. Just before her gaze met his, he quickly reverted to staring blankly over her shoulder as a good servant should. Margaret felt her face heat with embarrassment.

“Are you new?” she asked the man. “I’m sorry, but I don’t recall seeing you before.”

“Yes, my lady,” he said, in a soft baritone with a refined accent. What footman had such impeccable diction? “I started the day before yesterday, but today is my first day at the front door, er, the butler insisted. I believe he doesn’t like taking the position?”

“It’s difficult for him with his lame leg,” she explained briefly. “What is your name?” she asked because she always liked to address people by their correct names. She knew some people simply called all their footman the same name so they didn’t have to actually notice who was serving them, but Margaret thought that a horrid practice.

“James, my lady. My friends call me Jamie,” he added.

“James,” she said with a smile—she didn’t dare presume friendship. “It’s very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy working here.”

“Thank you, my lady.” He bowed slightly and continued to stare over her shoulder.

How odd it was that Margaret wished he would look at her instead. She shook off her fancy and turned to go back upstairs.

~*~

Jamie watched Lady Margaret slowly float up the stairs, her filmy sprigged white muslin gown flowing around her. Why didn’t he have his sketchbook when he needed it? On the other hand, he didn’t know if he would be allowed to have a sketchbook while on front door duty. He’d have to ask.

But my word, she was even more beautiful up close than he’d realized.

Mr. Holton had pointed the young lady out as he had been given a tour of the house and informed of all the rules and expectations. Holton had informed them that Lady Margaret was the duchess’s charge for the season and a guest in the house. She was to be treated with the utmost respect, they’d been told, as if she were a duchess herself, which made sense since she wasn’t too far off, being the sister to one.

Seeing Lady Margaret in passing through a doorway and having her stand directly in front of him couldn’t have been more different than sketching with a pencil to using a paint brush to create a portrait. Seeing her at a distance she could have been dull, one-dimensional, but in person, face-to-face, she was vibrant, beautiful, soft and—what really surprised Jamie—kind.

An Affair of Hearts by Meredith Bond

An Affair of Hearts
~April 21, 1807~

Everything sparkled. The chandeliers with their crystal droplets reflected the candlelight, the gilt-edged mirrors surrounded by wall sconces echoed the light, even the guests dressed in their finest glittered, laughed, talked, and danced with brilliance. Elizabeth, Countess St. Vincent, sighed happily as she turned to her friend and hostess for this evening’s soirée. “You have done such a magnificent job this evening, Lydia,” she said. Even Lydia was looking quite sparkling this evening with her bright green eyes shining, the color picking up the pretty green embroidery edging her pale blue gown.

“Indeed, Lady Welles, you absolutely have outdone yourself.” Mrs. Aldridge, standing on Lydia’s other side, agreed.

“Thank you,” Lydia said, giving them both a bright smile. “Elizabeth, your dress this evening is lovely.”

“Oh, thank you. It is one I brought with me from the countryside, but I think it’s holding up quite well here in London,” Elizabeth said. She’d only been in town for a month, but already she had a good feeling about this season, her very first since her disastrous come-out six years ago.

She had, of course, also dressed to impress, just like everyone else. Despite the fact she was still in half-mourning for her departed husband, her gown of pale violet with deeper purple ribbons and lace was in the latest fashion, even if the décolletage was a little lower than what she normally wore. It was still quite conservative for a lady of her age and stature, but Elizabeth, with her full figure, had always gone for a more demure look. Her dark brown hair was carefully tamed into a complicated coiffure with purple ribbons woven through and a few curls allowed to rest gently over her shoulder.

“I beg your pardon, Lady St. Vincent?” a footman asked, approaching Elizabeth.

“Yes?”

“Lord St. Vincent has requested your presence in the library,” he said with a slight bow.

“Oh. Tell him I’ll be right there,” she said.

“Is everything all right, do you suppose?” Mrs. Aldridge asked with a look of concern marring her motherly countenance. She was a kind, well-respected older lady who was a member of a very exclusive club known as the Ladies’ Wagering Whist Society, along with Lydia and six other prominent ladies of the ton.

Elizabeth didn’t know exactly what the ladies of the Whist Society did—they claimed they merely played cards together every Wednesday afternoon, but so far their influence seemed to be quite significant and growing. From what Elizabeth understood, they were responsible for no fewer than six prominent matches among the ton, including that of Elizabeth’s own stepson, who had just requested her presence. They also held an annual party to raise funds for the people of the Rookeries that earned a significant amount as well as being one of The Events of the season.

The ladies of the Wagering Whist Society were, in short, what just about every woman of the ton desired to be—well-respected, well-known, influential. They made a positive impact, helping those who needed it without asking for anything in return. If they had been accepting additional members, Elizabeth would have been first in line. As it was, she was proud to call its members her friends.

“I can’t imagine what St. Vincent wants. I’ll just go and find out. If you’ll excuse me?” Elizabeth gave the two ladies a nod and then went off to find the library.

Check out this collection by Meredith, too! Gotta love Regency Romance!

The Ladies of the Wagering Whist Society by Meredith Bond

New! The Risky Research series by Kim McMahill

A Dose of Danger by Kim McMahill
How far will a deadly group go to control the diet product industry worth billions, and can anyone stop them? Find out in the Risky Research Series by Kim McMahill.

A Dose of Danger (book 1)
When researcher Grace Talbot and her team discover a possible solution for weight loss they are targeted by a group dedicated to controlling a diet product industry worth billions. Her unsanctioned testing methods bring tragedy to the family ranch and the attention of the local sheriff’s deputy. With her colleagues either dead, missing, or on the run she soon realizes she must trust the deputy with her life, but can she trust him with her heart?

A Taste of Tragedy (book 2)
A Taste of Tragedy by Kim McMahillMorgan Hunter sacrificed everything for her career. She had yet to encounter anything she wasn’t willing to do to succeed…until now. When she uncovers evidence that the healthy foods she’s been hired to promote may be dangerous she must reevaluate her priorities. As questions mount and the body count rises, she finds herself caught in the crosshairs of an organization that will stop at nothing to hide its secrets and protect its profits. With no one else to trust, Morgan is forced to seek help from the man she drove away, but whom she never stopped loving.

A Dose of Danger series by Kim McMahill

A Foundation of Fear (book 3)
A Foundation of Fear by Kim McMahillFBI Special Agent Devyn Nash is obsessed with taking down Coterie, a deadly group out to control the multi-billion-dollar diet product industry. The FBI’s plan to expose Coterie places Devyn’s best friend and her partner’s fiancé in the crosshairs of this ruthless organization. Can Devyn protect her friend and bring the coldblooded killers to justice before they strike again while distracted by injury, a sexist bully, and a long-distance relationship with a handsome Wyoming sheriff?
Lobbyist and Coterie assassin Sofia Wilks wants nothing more than to regain control of her life. Sofia knows Agent Nash is nipping at her heels, but the FBI agent isn’t the worst of her fears. She is drawn to a man who has the power to destroy her.

A Measure of Madness (Book 4 – release date not yet available)
After a Washington, D.C. fundraiser exposes members of Coterie, a deadly organization that has been manipulating the diet and nutrition industries, the pursuit by FBI agent Devyn Nash heats up. The FBI locates the mastermind behind Coterie in Puerto Rico, but despite help from local agents, their attempt to bring him in results in a shootout that sends Coterie’s members scrambling for cover, and Devyn more determined than ever to bring them to justice. Devyn’s decision to pursue the head of Coterie to Brazil puts her job and her relationship with Wyoming Sheriff, Gage Harris, in jeopardy, but she is unwilling to allow those responsible for so much death to live out their lives in paradise.

A Formidable Foe (Short story series prequel)
University student Devyn Nash is frustrated. No one believes her theory that two unrelated off-campus student deaths are the product of a serial killer. Authorities disregard her concerns and dire predictions, but her gut tells her not to give up. Will she convince them to heed her warnings before the killer strikes again or will she be the next victim?

Check out the book trailer for the series or connect with the author at any of the links below.

About Kim:
A Dose of Danger by Kim McMahillThe series begins with A Dose of Danger, which is mostly set in Wyoming. Kim McMahill grew up in Wyoming which is where she developed her sense of adventure and love of the outdoors, and after traveling the world and living in six other states, she has recently returned home. Kim started out writing non-fiction, but her passion for exotic world travel, outrageous adventures, stories of survival, and happily-ever-after endings soon drew her into a world of romantic suspense and adventure fiction. Kim has just returned the first round of edits for the fourth novel in the series, A Measure of Madness, to her publisher and is working on the fifth, which will bring the reader full-circle back to Wyoming.

All books in the series are available in print, ebook, and audio and are currently enrolled in Kindle Unlimited. A novelette prequel, A Formidable Foe, is perma-free to download. You can find Kim’s books on Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, Kobo, and Amazon.

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Traveling on a whim #MFRWauthor

Are you the sort of person who plans every detail of a trip? Or one who takes off with only vague ideas of where you want to stay each night on the way to your destination? Do you even have a destination? Of course, traveling for fun and traveling for business are two different things. I want to talk here about vacationing.

When Jack and I were trucking, we had a given starting point and ending point, and a day we were expected to deliver. Other than those criteria, we were free to choose our own path. Of course, we paid for the diesel, so our “path” was generally as straight a line as we could make it. When we go on vacation now, we usually don’t even pack until the night before we’re leaving. Then we complete the trip as we want to at the time, stopping early in the day if we feel tired or see something we want to explore.

A couple of years ago, we drove from Idaho to Chicago and then came home through Iowa to see my mom and aunt. The only hotel reservations we made were in Chicago. Every other night, we chose a hotel that looked good at the time we wanted to stop. We had one thing we wanted to see specifically: The Iowa 80 truck stop—just to relive our trucking days. While in Iowa, we decided to drive back a different route, and it was fun living on the fly.

I knew a woman once who asked me about the things to see “out west.” We were living in Virginia but of course had trucked extensively in the western states she wanted to see. She pulled out a map and started at the Grand Canyon, then worked her way up through Utah, Colorado, and into the Dakotas. We worked at a school and had the summer off, so I said, “That will be a great month-long trip, You’ll have fun!” “A month?” she said. “We’re doing this in two weeks. I have every minute planned.” Wow! They came back exhausted but I guess had spent at least ten minutes at each attraction, lol. They had fun, and that’s all that really counted. But that’s not the way Jack and I roll. As they say, different strokes for different folks!

How do you travel for fun? Do you have reservations made for each night and plans for each day’s sightseeing? Or do you take the trip as it comes?

Read the next blog in the blog hop by going here.

Dee
Burning Bridges by Anne Krist: old letters put the lie to Sara’s life. Now, mending her past mistakes while crossing burning bridges will be the hardest thing she’s ever done.

One Woman Only, Book 2 of the Good Man series
Only a Good Man Will Do, Book 1 of the Good Man series
Naval Maneuvers

New! Don’t miss Alana Lorens and Tender Misdemeanors!

Tender Misdemeaners by Alana Lorens

TENDER MISDEMEANORS

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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Publisher (The Wild Rose Press)

Excerpt:
“Thanks for the flowers,” she whispered. “Very thoughtful.”

“Are you sure?” He still looked a little stunned at her outburst.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” She forced a smile. “Thank you. Where were you all?”

He walked to the edge of the porch. “We took a long walk along the perimeter. I felt a little stronger this morning, and I especially didn’t want the dogs to wake you.” He turned back to study her. “You needed the rest.”

She nodded. “I suppose. Although it looks like I’ll have plenty of time for that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sam called.” She wrestled with strong feelings that threatened to bring the tears again.

“News about the militia?”

His prompting didn’t help. “No. I’m officially suspended.”

He studied her face. “Because he saw us together last night.”

She nodded. “So I’ve got plenty of down time.”

His jaw tightened, pulling his mouth into a frown. “I’m sorry, Caryn. That’s my fau—”

Boiling frustration brought her to her feet. “No. No more ‘fault’ stuff. This isn’t your fault and it isn’t my fault, but by God it’s someone’s fault, and we’ve got to find out who!”

“We will,” he assured her.

His eyes were warm, and his arms were inviting, but she couldn’t find comfort there, not yet.

That’s what got you in trouble, Caryn Lyn.

She blinked, a cold chill running through her, even in the bright morning sunshine. Where had her father’s voice come from?

He might not have openly condemned her, but she didn’t need much imagination to visualize his blue eyes, pale with disappointment, his lips set tight against each other, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. She’d taken the career she’d fought so hard for and tossed it away on a chance at this relationship.Tender Misdemeaners by Alana Lorens

Let’s meet Alana:
NA:
 What sort of research did you do to write this book?
AL: I had studied up on ecotage for my elf series (The Clan Elves of the Bitterroot, written as Lyndi Alexander), and it is such an interesting concept that I didn’t want to leave it just yet. People are passionate about the old forests, and whether they camp in a tree to protect it, spike the trees or go for more dangerous measures, it’s admirable to see them standing up for what they believe in.

NA: What is the main thing you want readers to take away from your book?
AL: That choices have consequences—when you break the law, you have to pay for it. But sometimes, it’s just what you have to do.

NA: A fun fact about writing your book.
AL: I’d lived in Missoula, Montana many years ago, and I took my friend Kellie and my youngest daughter out there to gather intel for this story. We took a ski lift up to the top of Big Mountain—at the bottom of the hill it was 70 degrees, and we wore sandals and shorts. At the top there was snow on the ground!!

NA: Do you have a day job? What was your job before you started writing full time?
AL: I was a journalist for six years, then a family law attorney for 30 years before retiring. Now I can write full time, and enjoy reaching out to other authors and readers.

NA: What do your friends and family think about your being a writer?
AL: I think they keep wondering why I don’t have a “real” job. 😉

NA: The biggest surprise you had after becoming a writer
AL: What? You mean I don’t become a millionaire the first week my book is out??

NA: Do you outline books ahead of time or are you more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer?
AL: I’m a combination writer—I start out fairly loose, seat of the pantsish, until I get a solid beginning. Then I move on to map out a few chapters ahead at a time, until I hit the halfway mark, where I go ahead and lay out the plan through the end, to avoid plot bunnies.

NA: What has been one of your most rewarding experiences as an author?
AL: I love LOVE meeting readers at book signings. As a reader myself, it’s great to be able to chat about what we love.

NA: Which kind of scenes are the hardest for you to write? Action, dialogue, sex?
AL: I’m not a big fan of sex, sex, sex in romance books, tending to lean more to plot and suspense. So yes, I’d say writing action is easier for me than sex scenes. I do include physical affection, etc., and some teasers—but I let a lot go on behind closed doors.

NA: First thought when the alarm goes off in the in the morning?
AL: Crap.
No, really. Crap. LOL

NA: What errand/chore do you despise the most?
AL: Emptying the cat box. But since I love kitties, it’s a necessary evil.

NA: What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
AL: Robin Williams

NA: What are you working on now?
AL: A science fiction romance, ménage a trois story with a gender-shifting alien, and a high school reunion story about a mommyblogger made good coming home to her roots—and her ex boyfriend who dumped her at prom.

NA: Anything I’d like to add?
AL: I really appreciate all the readers out there—what we do, we do for you!

Author Bio:

Alana LorensAlana 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 Ridge 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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Southern charm! I love it! Emma Ames and Secrets, Lies, and Homemade Pies

Secrets. Lies, and Homemade Pies by Emma Ames

Secrets, Lies, and Homemade Pies
A Sweet Thangs Mystery, book 1

Blurb:
Not only does Tizzy Donovan think her cup is always half-empty, she’s pretty sure someone has spit in it. When she discovers a murder victim in the cemetery and lead after lead points to her as the culprit, her looming damnation comes in the form of handsome Texas Ranger, Ridge Cooper.

With pressure mounting, Tizzy uses her ability to communicate with the dead to help clear her name, but will their clues be enough to prove her innocence and solve the case?

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Excerpt:
By the time Tizzy and Rayann finished the dishes, swept the floor, and cleaned the kitchen, it was past six o’clock. They swung by Tizzy’s, picked up Gracie, and headed out toward the Philpot’s place with four dozen muffins. Frank’s family lived in the boonies down a dirt road about five miles outside the city limits. When they wheeled into the drive, the sun had set, and stars were appearing in the night sky. With no help from streetlights, darkness came earlier in the country.

Rayann unbuckled, opened her car door, and quickly closed it. “Do you smell that?”

“It’s a polecat.”

Rayann widened her eyes and fidgeted in her seat. “I don’t like them. They scare me more than anything. Even vampires.”

“You’ve been watching too much television. However, your fear is logical since skunks are real and vampires aren’t.”

“You don’t understand. If vamps were real, I’d still be more afraid of skunks. Vampires transform you, and you’ll stay young and live forever. But skunks make you stink, bite you and give you rabies. I don’t want to get out of the car. That stinker is somewhere close. What if it’s rabid? What if it bites us? We’d have to take those awful shots. I’m afraid of needles.”

Tizzy rolled her eyes and lowered her voice, “Let me get this straight. You wouldn’t mind a vampire sinking his long, sharp fangs deep into your neck and sucking out all your blood, but you’re afraid a skunk might bite you? This is only my opinion, but I’m sure you can outrun a skunk. They don’t move fast.”

“Okay, but leave your lights on. They hate light.” She eased the door open again.

Tizzy slung her purse over her shoulder and stepped to the back of the van, then spoke to Gracie. “Baby, we’ll be right back.”

She and Rayann picked up two boxes, approached the front and knocked.

No sound came from inside.

Rayann pressed her face to the front window. “I don’t think anybody’s home.”

“They have a screened-in back porch. If it’s open, we can leave the boxes inside.”

They made their way to the back, found the screen open, and placed the muffins on a small table. As they rounded the corner of the house, they stopped in their tracks at the sight of two glowing eyes. Rayann moved behind Tizzy. “Oh, no! It’s a skunk.”

“Don’t move. Once he sees we’re no threat, he’ll leave.” The creature gave a quick little nod, sniffed the air, and twitched his tail.

Rayann prayed. “Oh, Holy Mother. The Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Jesus, Jesus, bo-besus-banana-banta-bo-besus. He’ll bite us! We’ll get rabies!” She screamed and jumped on Tizzy’s back.

Tizzy’s purse catapulted into the air. The contents exploded and rained down. She fought to dislodge her friend, catch the purse, and keep herself upright, but lost her footing. Stumbling, she fell forward with Rayann riding her all the way to the ground.

The animal turned, lifted his tail and sprayed, hitting them dead center. A duet of blood-curdling screams echoed into the night. Rayann jumped to her feet and ran for the car. Tizzy quickly followed.

The skunk skittered away.

“I told you we shouldn’t get out! We stink! We’ll never get this odor off. I may throw up.” Rayann gagged.

“No. No. Don’t throw up in my car! Take some deep breaths!”

“Momma, somebody tooted.” Gracie said from the backseat.

Rayann gulped for air. “Hurry, start the car.”

Tizzy rested her head on the steering wheel and stared at her purse, spilled on the lawn. A large, mangy black dog appeared out of nowhere, lay down and chewed her wallet. “I can’t start the car because an insane person blaspheming the name of our Lord and Savior jumped on my back and caused me to lose my car keys. Damn, Rayann!”

“Damn, Rayann,” Gracie repeated.

“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t nice.”

“This is not my fault, Tizzy! I told you I was afraid of skunks. I gave you fair warning. You should have known I’d go a little crazy if I saw one.” Rayann fumbled with her purse, then pulled out her cell. She punched in the number and ranted, “Hello, Dwayne? Tizzy and I have a situation. I need you to come and get us! We’re out at the Philpot place. Bring your gun and at least two bullets.”

Let’s meet Emma:
NA: How did you come up with the idea for your book?
EA: While visiting the local cemetery to choose a family plot—that sounds like a fun trip, right? One member of the mowing crew working that day, knew my daddy and came over to visit with him. Everything the guy said was funny! Not the content so much, but the way he said it—in true redneck fashion! Later that day, I related that incident to an uncle, and he said, “you should write a book.” And, so it began.

NA: What is the main thing you want readers to take away from your book?
EA: Enjoyment. If the silliness in my books makes a reader laugh, then I’ve accomplished what I set out to do. Nothing makes us feel better than laughter. It reduces stress, lowers blood pressure, increases memory, learning and creativity, and boosts our immune system. It’s so important, they have laugh yoga clubs all over the world. I’m not making this up. People get together and practice laughing because it’s contagious and you reap the benefits even if it isn’t sincere. Because, it turns out, your brain can’t tell if you’re really laughing or faking it. I suspect women are better at that than men!

NA: A fun fact about writing your book.
EA: The town is real. It’s where I grew up. Much of the silly stuff in the book really happened. Dan, Saint, Nana, Pattiecake, and Sugarpie are all relatives. The name Saint was in my family long before Kanye and Kim used it! Pattiecake and Sugarpie are what our grandchildren call me and my sister. Since we both love to bake, it was a natural fit to make us owners of the town Bakery, Sweet Thangs. Of course, in the story, I made us younger and gave us bigger boobs! That’s the beauty of fiction.

NA: Do you have a day job? What was your job before you started writing full time?
EA: I currently work part-time as an assistant property manager for an apartment complex—120 units. Before that, I was a school secretary.

NA: What do your friends and family think about you being a writer?
EA: They are not impressed.

NA: The biggest surprise you had after becoming a writer.
EA: The second book I released, a YA romance caught fire and I sold thousands and thousands of eBooks—along with having almost half-million pages in one month! I still haven’t figured out how that happened. If I could, I’d sell the formula.

NA: Do you outline books ahead of time or are you more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer?
EA: Both. I start by the seat of my pants, but at some point, I make an outline—at least a loose one. I’ll make notes of funny scenes and even dialogue I want to include. I tend to write wayyy more stuff than is needed, so by the time I’m done editing a book, I’ve usually cut 10,000 words or more!

NA: What has been one of your most rewarding experiences as an author?
EA: Speaking events, and getting to judge writing contests. Some of those actually pay, so that’s just icing on the cake. Getting to do something I love (talking about writing and publishing) and making a few bucks.

NA: Which kind of scenes are the hardest for you to write? Action, dialogue, sex?
EA: All of them! Holy Moly, writing is not easy. I find every chapter and every scene a challenge, and I’m rarely satisfied with the end result. I always think it can be better.

NA: Why did you choose the shirt you have on?
EA: Well, actually, I’m currently wearing my pajamas. So, I guess I chose because I didn’t want to get dressed!

NA: First thought when the alarm goes off in the in the morning?
EA: I can’t remember the last time I used an alarm. I’ve always been an early riser so I’ve never needed one.

NA: What errand/chore do you despise the most?
EA: I HATE dusting. Maybe that comes from the years I spent cleaning houses and businesses. Even though I now live in a small apartment, and don’t have much to dust, I still hate it.

NA: What are you working on now?
EA: I’m currently finishing edits on the third book in this series, Pretty Bows and Turned Up Toes.

NA: What is any question we didn’t ask that you would like to answer?
EA: Probably what advice would you give to new writers? Which is, join a critique group. I’ve belonged to an online group for ten years and the feedback I get is solid gold. I have readers of all ages, ethnicity, and geographical locations. Some are doctors, lawyers, school teachers, ex-cons, etc. Not only do I get help, I’m able to offer help to writers just starting out, and that gives me great joy. I’m a true believer in paying it forward, so to know I might help someone become better, just as others help me do the same, is a wonderful thang!

Emma’s info:
Emma AmesEmma Ames is an alter-ego of Amazon bestselling author, Ann Everett, who is an alter-ego of a real person. All three live in Texas.

Find out more about Emma and her books at: https://www.anneverett.com/emma-ames-books/