Charity Sunday: A Tribute to Volunteers

Charity SundayHow Charity Sunday works: for every comment made on this blog post, I will donate money to a charity found in this article. The same promise is made for every blog site listed in the group–click the link at the bottom of this post to see the list of participants and read/comment on any of them to see a donation go to that blogger’s charity. We’re all different! Thanks for your help and your participation!

Note: I posted this first on Friday, December 20 because I couldn’t wait to say something. Please consider this an early Charity Sunday!


Fire in AustraliaVolunteer: a person who freely offers to take part in an enterprise or undertake a task.

Whether they volunteer with world-wide organisations such as Doctors Without Borders, environmental conservation programs, caring for refuges, wildlife conservation, local welfare groups and mums preparing lunches at the school canteen, we cannot put a price on their contributions to our communities. We thank our military, and now I’d like to thank our volunteers, also.

Never has that one word been as important as it is now in Australia.Firefighters
This week we said thank you and farewell to the New Zealand firefighters and welcomed teams from Canada and the United States. These wonderful people willingly travelled thousands of miles to join our firefighters battling massive blazes in New South Wales and Queensland. Approximately 1,618,700 hectares, or 4 million acres (give or take an acre) have been affected and more than 1,000 homes across NSW and Queensland have been destroyed. We’ll never know how many homes and lives were saved by the courageous dedicated fireys facing these massive walls of flames. In broad terms, each state’s Rural Fires Service is the volunteer arms of the Fire and Emergency Services. New South Wales Rural Fire Service is the largest volunteer fire service in the world, and right now they, and our interstate fireys are stretched to the limit by the enormity of this disaster. So, thanks again to our Kiwi mates and the Americans and Canadians for giving us their time and invaluable help.

However, these men and women couldn’t keep going without the back-up Fire Service volunteers, the Salvation Army, the Red Cross, the Country Women’s Association, St Vincent de Paul, and Lifeline, to name a few. In good times and in bad times, they are always here when we need them for financial help, food, clothing, household goods, emergency accommodation and trauma counselling. In every city and town, volunteers run Opportunity Shops (Thrift stores) selling second-hand goods for charities. One small Op Shop in Tuncurry, on the NSW coast, supports the local disabled children as well as the fire brigade, the rescue helicopter, the Royal Flying Doctor Service and other community services. This year they also donated $12,000 to Rural Aid to help drought-stricken farmers and water transport to country towns running dry. Multiply this by the countless donations and services provided by volunteers around the world and we must ask ourselves ‘where would we be without them?’

Fire rages in AustraliaVolunteers from WIRES (Wildlife Information, Rescue and Education Service) and other similar groups have been facing these fires to rescue our unique wildlife. Sadly, many of these defenceless animals have perished but a lot are now receiving treatment and care, often in volunteers’ homes. Bear the Dog, a canine volunteer, is doing his best to find and rescue burned and injured koalas.

So, to all volunteers, the words ‘thank you’ are very inadequate. Indeed, we’d be lost without you.

Before I close, I want to share this heartwarming news item from Queensland.

Wishing you all a very happy Christmas and a wonderful, safe new year. And… Please send rain!!

[Note: Jan wanted to share this post with us because her country is burning all around her. She is not asking you to contribute anything. However, should you wish to donate–whether to support the firefighters, to help groups who are helping those who have been left homeless, or to support wildlife rescue–I (Dee) ask that you please see the links in this article. And thank you! –Dee]

Jan Selbourne

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I hope you will visit the other bloggers joining today’s Charity Sunday blog hop. You’ll find links to their posts here.

Thank you!

New release! Cherry Pie and Mistletoe: Lisabet Sarai

Cherry Pie and Mistletoe
A mature holiday romance

Cherry Pie and Mistletoe by Lisabet SaraiSome Christmas traditions improve with age!

Blurb:
At ten thirty on a stormy Christmas Eve, I really didn’t expect any business, but the sign for our diner out on the highway reads “open until midnight”, and I’m a woman of my word. Good thing I didn’t close; the half-frozen long haul trucker who wandered in really needed some hot coffee, not to mention a slice of my luscious cherry pie.

Something about the grizzled, bear-like man with the chocolate-brown eyes and ready laugh spun me back to my scandalous, sensual younger days. I hadn’t wanted anyone in years, but I wanted Dave Driver. Was I brave enough to act on my desire? And would he flee, screaming, from the amorous attentions of a white-haired little old lady?

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Excerpt:
Before he could mention it, I refilled his empty mug. What was it about this guy? Ants crawled along my skin. Butterflies danced in my stomach. My nipples felt heavy and hard as polished stones and a hungry void pulsed between my thighs.

Our eyes met. Heat flickered through me. I held my breath.

“You got any cherry pie?” he asked at last. Had he wanted to request something else?

“Um—yes, yes, of course,” I gasped. Disappointment and relief warred inside me. After all, I wasn’t a girl anymore. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. “Best cherry pie in three counties, in fact.”

“And would you happen to have something to do with that, Marnie?”

“I certainly would. It’s my mother’s recipe—by the way, what’s your name?” I winced at my own boldness. “Since you know mine.”

“Dave,” he replied. “Dave Driver.”

I giggled. “You’re joking, right?”

“Nope. Guess I was fated to be a long-haul trucker.” Sadness tinged his smile. “Anyway, Marnie—how about that pie? It’s great talking to you, but I’ve got to be in Nebraska by Thursday morning.”

“Coming right up.” I cut him a more-than-generous slice and topped it with a scoop of homemade vanilla ice cream. Ruby-red fruit oozed from the flaky crust. Fingers of creamy white dripped over the top and pooled on the plate. I garnished the whole thing with a sprig of fresh mint and presented it to him with a flourish.

“Very Christmas-y,” he said. “Looks delicious, too.”

“It is.” I watched him devour a big, gooey chunk.

“Wow! This is amazing!”

“Thanks.” It felt so good to be the cause of his innocent delight. “Glad you like it.”

“Why don’t you join me? Have a piece of your own?”

“I shouldn’t. It’s bad for my cholesterol.”

“It’s Christmas Eve, and you have to work. You deserve some compensation!” He held out a moist forkful of cherries and cream. “Here, take some of mine, then.”

Giving in to impulse, I leaned over the counter, opened my mouth and let him feed me. Flavors exploded on my tongue: the sweet-tart burst of the fruit, the richness of the ice cream, the buttery lightness of the crust. Dave scrutinized my face as I chewed and swallowed, savoring every moment. I couldn’t stop licking my lips. His eyes followed my every move. A blush climbed into my cheeks, even as I chided myself for being immature and overly sensitive.

“See?” he said gravely. “You should listen to me. Go get yourself some of your incredible cherry pie.”

I didn’t resist any more. I wanted the pie. I wanted him, too. Not much I could do about that second desire, but I could certainly fulfill the first. Hard as it sometimes was to believe, I was sixty four. Did I think I’d live forever?

With my pie and ice cream (a somewhat smaller piece than I’d given him), I perched on a stool inside the serving area. Facing each other across the counter, less than a foot apart, we ate in silence.

I tried without success to concentrate on the exquisite taste of the dessert in front of me, as Dave seemed to be doing. Instead, I was intensely aware of how close he was—and how paradoxically attractive. I watched his sensual mouth opening and closing around forkfuls of pie, the flick of his tongue over his lips as he gathered stray crumbs, the shift in his throat as he swallowed a mouthful of coffee.

He drained his coffee cup. He’d nearly finished. When he was done, he’d disappear into the winter night. He had a long way to travel before morning. His job probably depended on providing a reliable delivery schedule.

I was just a stop along the way.

About Lisabet:
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

Fantasy Island #MFRWauthor

Great Britain: my fantasy vacationFor those who remember that TV show from decades ago, you know that everyone who arrived on Fantasy Island always left happier than when their flight landed. If they were lonely, they left with a love by their side; if they arrived to take advantage of someone, they were caught but their supposed victims were saved; if they came despairing, they left with newfound hope. Fantasy Island cured all ills. So what better fantasy vacation than Fantasy Island? Except, I’ve been to the LA arboretum that served as the outdoor FI set and know that it was after all, just a show. My real fantasy island, and where I’d go back if I could, is Great Britain.

I’ve been lucky enough to go to Great Britain three times, once with my mom and aunt, once to combine a driving tour through Scotland with my college roommate, to visit my mom and aunt who were living temporarily in York, and finally to attend an Oxford summer program, and once to spend a week in London with hubby. I enjoyed it each time.

A year before my first trip, I borrowed multiple issues of In Britain Piper in Scotlandmagazine to read about a country I had no working knowledge of. So much of what I saw in the magazines I wanted to see for real but of course there was no way. Still, I had a good idea of what was available and sights that might interest me but not my mom and aunt. Nothing disappointed!

But even with all my planning, I still haven’t seen any of Wales. Nothing of Cornwall or Norfolk or Devon, or any number of other places I’ve read about in literature all my life. I haven’t seen the corners of Scotland or the far Highlands, or any of the islands, other than Skye, which in itself is magnificent. There’s still so much I want to see and do, but it’ll have to wait to be addressed in further dreams. That’s why Great Britain is my fantasy island and dream vacation spot.

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

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!

Mystic Desire
Only a Good Man Will Do
Naval Maneuvers

Lies of Gold takes SILVER: Best Historical Book, 2019!!

Lies of Gold by Jan Selbourne

Coffee Pot Book Club awarded Lies of Gold and our Jan Selbourne SILVER place in the Best Historical Book Awards, 2019! If you’ve ever wondered if a book deserved an award, put your doubts aside for this novel. Here are just a sampling of Jan’s reviews:

“Just finished Lies of Gold and was completely blown away.” Author Judith G White

“Lies of Gold is not only an absorbing and heart-warming romance, but it is also a grand adventure, filled with deplorable villains and likeable rogues. I cannot praise this book enough. I enjoyed every minute of it.

If you are looking for your next Historical Romance read, then do yourself a favour and check out Lies of Gold. You won’t be disappointed.

I Highly Recommend.” Mary Anne Yarde, The Coffee Pot Book Club

“I loved this fast paced, edge of your seat murder mystery romance combination page burner of a read. The emotions the characters depicted were outstanding. The hero and heroine without a doubt compatible. The story line flowed brilliantly. It was as if you were watching in on a big screen. Lies of Gold is an absolute must read!” Tricia Davis. Historical Romance Addicts

“I was truly drawn into this story of romance, adventure and suspense. The characters were rich and deep and the storyline was captivating. Lies of Gold is a the best historical romance novel I’ve read in years! I look forward to reading more of Jan Selbourne’s books in the future. Well done!!!” Betty Ann Harris

“I didn’t want the book to end I wanted more time with the characters. That to me is. the definition of a fantastic book.” Carol Rising

“IF ALL HISTORICAL FICTION WERE THIS GOOD, I’D NEVER READ ANOTHER GENRE!… This is top-notch writing by a gifted writer who has an undying fan in me. Bravo Jan Selbourne.” Viga Boland, author No Tears for my Father”

And there are many more reviews equally as sterling. Trust me, no one gets reviews like this unless their writing is tight, their historical reference is accurate, and their storytelling is superb!

Christmas gift Lies of Gold

I asked Jan about winning the SILVER award.

NA: Jan, how did you feel when you discovered you’d been nominated for Best Historical Book?
JS: Stunned. No other word for it. Last March the Coffee Pot Book Club gave Lies of Gold a fabulous review and I was thrilled to bits Mary Anne Yarde liked my story enough to award it Book of the Month. I thought that was the end of it until her email last month telling me Lies of Gold was a finalist in her book of the year awards.. I had no idea it was considered for any award.

NA: What about the morning the awards were announced?
JS: I’ll be honest, I hesitated opening my Inbox. To read I’d been awarded the Historical Book of the Year’s Silver medal was incredible I stared at the email in awe.

NA: What do you think it was about Lies of Gold that fascinated readers and won the award?
JS: I wanted my characters to be real people with flaws, who’ve made mistakes and have to live with them. In Lies of Gold my main characters had a brief torrid affair in their twenties, they parted in anger and the consequences were harsh. When they met again ten years later they were, like all of us, very different people. When writing historical fiction, I believe authors should try to provide an accurate as possible background of their era of choice. We can’t drop our hero and heroine into the Tudor period, or the Regency period and hope for the best. We must portray those eras warts and all. For instance, the Regency period was a renaissance of architecture, culture and fashion – and rigid class distinction, poverty and brutal penal system. In Lies of Gold I highlighted the unjust marriage laws of that time. A woman was the property of her husband with very few rights.

Jan, I’m incredibly happy for you and proud of you! Congratulations on your award!

Best Historical Book Silver medal

Blurb:
Their love affair ended in anger and painful consequences. Lady Katherine Ashford has guarded a secret through years of abuse. Fighting wars and hard living has numbed Julian Ashford. Then fate steps in. A traitor is smuggling gold across the Channel to Napoleon Bonaparte and Julian is ordered back to Halton Hall and Katherine. It’s her secret and the increasing danger that rekindle the love they once shared, then a murder reveals the shocking truth of the gold smuggling. However, nothing could prepare them for the devastating betrayal when they finally face the mastermind behind this sordid operation.

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Excerpt:
Julian walked out of the drawing room and felt a sliver of shock when he opened the door to his bedchamber. He couldn’t remember how he got here. Swearing softly, he walked to the window overlooking the front courtyard and rested his head against the glass. He’d fathered a child, a daughter. For nine years, his daughter had lived in this house as Charles’s daughter. His vision blurred. Ten years of hard living had buried those deep painful scars and all it took was one look at Katherine and that small girl’s face to peel it all away. Like peeling an onion, his eyes were stinging like hell.

He remembered the night he met Katherine as if it were yesterday. Charles was in France and he was in London attending a debutante’s ball. Bored out of his head with the simpering young females and strutting males he was looking for an excuse to depart when his cousin’s tall, elegant wife, Katherine was introduced to him. The orchestra began playing and he asked her to join him on the floor. It was a waltz; he took her in his arms, her eyes met his and he knew he’d met the only woman he’d ever love. They’d set off murmurs behind fans for dancing twice and they didn’t leave each other for a week. They’d made intense, passionate, love, they’d laid in each other’s arms and talked for hours, they were as one. She’d confided Charles was a hard, brutish man but she would not leave him because she’d lose all rights to her four years old son. He’d begged her, made promises he knew he couldn’t keep. She’d shaken her head in despair. As soon as Charles returned to London they would go home to Halton Hall.

He’d prayed Charles’s ship would sink to the bottom of the Channel. She’d cried in his arms; he’d cried in her arms. The day before Charles was due to arrive in London they became tense with each other and finally, distraught, he’d accused her of selling herself for the title and privilege. She’d thrown a heavy teapot at his head. When it struck, he’d seen stars for several seconds before shouting more insults. She’d furiously told him he couldn’t afford to keep her on his army pay. He’d walked out.

Julian barely remembered the following months of heavy drinking and angry self-pity until the army knocked his arrogance and selfishness out of him and saved his sanity. He knew damn well his army pay wouldn’t have kept her and he knew damn well she’d have lost all rights to her son. Knowing Charles, he would have demanded she be brought back to him and the law and the church would have supported him. Her life would have been worse than hell. Now this, Christ, never in a million years did he expect this. He wanted to walk away but he couldn’t because the whole damn top secret investigation would crumble or blow up in his face.

He sat down by the fire and put his head in his hands. He didn’t know it then, but that night fourteen months ago, changed his life. Benjamin Bloomfield, aide de camp to His Royal Highness, the Prince Regent, had ordered Brigadier Sir Ian MacDonald, Sir Henry Whitton and himself to meet at a nondescript location on the outskirts of London. On their arrival, they’d been momentarily lost for words to find a sober and serious Prince Regent waiting for them. Senior government officials had drawn the Regent’s attention to the alarming amounts of gold leaving England. Well-placed sources in France had reported English gold was being smuggled across the Channel to help finance Napoleon Bonaparte’s army. Intensive investigations along the east coast had failed to find any solid evidence but the Regent was not satisfied. He and Bloomfield were convinced someone in the upper echelons of power and influence was behind it or protecting the smugglers. That night the five men present decided that from now on the Prince Regent would shrug it off as rumors and lose interest.

That night MacDonald, Whitton and Julian agreed to begin their search for the source. The Prince Regent named the secret investigation Spider’s Web. The three men thought the name childish but they dutifully indulged His Royal Highness. Not one word of the meeting was recorded and at the conclusion the Prince Regent instructed the three men to meet on the first day of each month and report their progress to Bloomfield the day after. Their investigations were secret and painstaking and gradually they began to close in on this part of the coast. They had observed from a distance, they had moved a little closer and then, as with every other investigation, the scent disappeared. However, they were convinced and MacDonald decreed Julian was the only suitable person to come and go around the Ballingford estates and the coast without raising suspicions.

Julian stretched his feet towards the fire, remembering his furious refusal to return to this place he despised intensely and how he nearly resigned his commission when summoned to a private audience with the Prince Regent. High Treason was involved and as an officer of the Crown he was expected to do his duty. He’d reluctantly bowed to HRH’s orders and it was agreed that to be convincing he’d have to be in dire straits to return. His debts, scandals and fistfights were carefully and authentically orchestrated culminating in him being bawled out by Ian MacDonald who’d conveniently forgotten the raw young corporal and scandal loving clerk in his office. Then their one reliable informer, who’d only agreed to meet him under strict conditions of anonymity, was found with his throat cut. He and Baker had arrived at Halton Hall with no idea of where to start or where to look for the needle in the haystack of boats and fishermen and identify whoever was behind this well organized group of traitors. When he did find evidence, his orders were to send a coded message to MacDonald and Whitton and the net would close in.

No matter what was thrown at him now, he could not walk away. They were so close and if the web was broken it could not be repaired. Nor could he let down Ian MacDonald, his uncle and mentor, to whom he owed so much.

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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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Older romance #MFRWauthor

Freedom to love whom we wantWhat an interesting topic this is. Since we are in this category, I asked hubby what he thought the secret of keeping love fresh in old age is. He said staying alive. Okay. I have to admit, staying alive helps if you’re going to stay in love. Or maybe…he means that staying alive IS staying in love. That as long as he breathes, his heart is mine. That each morning that he opens his eyes I am the sunlight in his day!

I swear, a bluebird just landed on the windowsill and starting singing.

Now he thinks I’m overthinking the whole thing. “Typical woman,” he says. “The secret is hand a guy a beer and show him something naked.” Yeah, right. Jack doesn’t drink alcohol and “something naked” with a chunky waist, cellulite in the thighs and breasts that hang closer to the knees than they did 20 years ago won’t do the trick—unless you’re really in love. Like all things in marriage and in life, keeping the flame burning takes some work.

  • Never forget the other person. When we first got married, I resolved to always put Jack’s needs first. I grew up in the age where the wife served the man’s dinner first and then she ate. I didn’t quite go that far, but I did try always to pay attention to things he wanted and needed, and fortunately, he did the same for me. As we’ve gotten older, our needs have changed but we still try to watch out for each other: helping when stepping off the curb, reading a menu when we’ve forgotten our glasses, accompanying each other to doctor appointments.
  • Love is more than sex. It’s no secret that sex isn’t as randy at 60 as it is at 20. That doesn’t mean it’s Touchingnonexistent, and when it does happen it’s sweeter than ever. More than sex, touch is so important. When cuddling is as satisfactory, and touching his face is as magical as orgasms, you know that the romance is still strong.
  • The unexpected is still unexpectedly wonderful. Just The unexpectedlike the rose he brought when you were dating, or the love note you tucked into his lunch, surprises are still a sign that the other is in your heart and on the mind. And age has noting to do with that sort of thing. Who doesn’t appreciate the idea that their loved one kept up the romance of life by showing how much they’re thinking of you?
  • Keep doing things together. You wouldn’t have married someone you have noting in common with, would you? So it’s important as you grow older to keep doing things with each other. Exercise the body and mind, and laugh. What’s sexier than finding things to laugh at with the person you love?
  • Find time for yourselves. This is more for your younger years when you might have children at

Do things together

home, but even if you have a houseful of kids, you and your husband need time just to be alone. Having children can wear you out and capture every waking moment. But for love to stay alive, you need to recharge your batteries with your lover, refresh your conversations and just breathe in sync for a bit. The same goes for when you’re older. You might not need a babysitter, but you still need to spend time together. No reading all the time if he wants to go for a walk. The book will always be there later. No golfing for him if you want to go antiquing. Time spent together is time you share and will never get back. Each minute is a memory.

Really, the physical part of love does change with age. But when you have grown older with the man you’ve given your heart to, when you have a history and build memories together, love itself only gets deeper and better. Caring means more than saying, “I love you.” It means showing it–just like when you’re young–in the things you say and do each and every day. And to the best of my knowledge, that’s the best way to keep love alive into the golden years.

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

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!

Mystic Desire
Only a Good Man Will Do
Naval Maneuvers

Temptation is relative #MFRWauthor

TemptationI remember my Catechism classes often mentioned temptation. We had the picture of the snake wrapped around the Tree of Life on the wall, tempting Eve who then turned around with an apple pie and tempted Adam. Of course, like many men he couldn’t resist a piece of pie and the rest is history. Temptation, we were taught is the thing of the devil and must be avoided at all costs—or we would be sorry. But is that true? In my life, I’ve given in to temptation lots and been happy about it. I believe that temptation isn’t always a bad thing. Am I wrong? Do the women on the Titanic regret not giving in to the temptation of that French pastry after dinner? I’ll bet they do, and really where was the harm, in the overall scheme of things?

Temptation, like many things in life is a balance. Of course none of us wants to “give in” to serious temptation—we don’t want to kill or harm anyone, steal, lie if it will hurt another, or any of those kinds of things. There lies a problem because often, we don’t know if what we want to do will cause harm to someone else. You want to go out partying and then drive home? You could end up killing someone in an accident, though when you gave in to the temptation of having that extra tequila, killing someone wasn’t your intention. And that’s why I think accepting the temptation of doing something requires thought. Reason, not emotion.

Hubby went to two different military schools—a high school and college. He maintains that the first thing to do is read the rule books thoroughly, so you knew what the rule was and the penalty for breaking it. Then you could decide if the punishment was worth the joy of breaking the rule. He never did anything that made someone else get into trouble–though he did sometimes join someone else if he liked what they proposed and could march the penalty tours. He actually did quite a bit of marching, but most always he decided ahead of time that doing so was his decision to make. He wasn’t an emotional rule breaker, he carefully considered what he wanted and what he was willing to pay for it. Had Jack been in the Garden of Eden, he would have baked the pie, eaten it himself and not gotten Eve involved. And he certainly would have had some chocolate confection while on the Titanic.

Put in our terms, we’re all acquainted with what is generally accepted by publishers and editors. If we want to write a first person POV novel but obey the rules by not writing in first person and we are accepted by an agent, then avoiding that temptation was a good thing. If we give in to the temptation of writing in first person and are not accepted, then at least we knew the penalty of being a free spirit. But what if we give in and are then accepted by an agent, and are published and become a NYT best selling author? Then breaking the rules paid off.

So is temptation a good thing or a bad thing? I maintain, ifTemptation--good or bad? you’re rational about it, it’s a relative thing. Accepted after weighing the negative and positive sides, temptation is not always a bad thing. And it can be fun!

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

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!

Mystic Desire
Only a Good Man Will Do
Naval Maneuvers

New Arrival! Not You Again: Patricia Elliott

Welcome, Patricia Elliott!

Not You Again by Patricia Elliott

First, I just want to thank Nomadauthors for hosting me on their blog today to talk about my new book, Not You Again.

Blurb:

Emma Praught has everything a woman could wish for: a house, a husband, and a teen daughter who she wouldn’t trade for the world. But when she receives that fateful call, everything falls apart.

Her husband is dead. The life she knew is over. And before she has a chance to make sense of it all, death threats roll in and so does a man from her past. One she never expected to see again.

Devon Matthews, in the stupidity of his youth, broke the heart of the only woman he ever loved. Something he has never gotten over. Now he has a chance to make it up to her by protecting them. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll find it in her heart to forgive him. If he can keep her alive, that is.

Will they make it through this unscathed, or will Emma’s stubborn nature make it difficult for them both?

One way or another, he’s not giving her up this time.

Excerpt:

He sat there, outside Emma Praught’s house, with his hands on the steering wheel as he stared at her. The tan curtains in her living room were pulled back, and he had a clear view of her and her daughter.

He could take her out right here, right now, if he wanted to. But no, he was going to wait. Torture her a little before making his final move. She deserved it. They all deserved it. Everything was going fine in his world until they botched it.

Looking down on the seat beside him, he let his fingers roam over his sniper rifle. It wouldn’t take much to lift it up, aim it, and fire, but where was the fun in that? He much preferred to watch them slowly come to the realization that someone was coming for them.

That’s what he did to his cheating ex-girlfriend, too. The thrill that had raced through him when he haunted her, stalked her, and finally tortured her to death was like a drug and now his body was crying out for more, for another. He loved watching their eyes glaze over as their spirit left their body.

And his dad was none the wiser to his activities. Man, if he found out, his dad would throw a god-damn fit, and he’d really be up the creek without a paddle. While home, he played the duty-bound man, the ever loving son. But he found that boring. Why would anyone decide to live that way?

He was born to be a hunter. Not of animals, of course, but humans. It just took his girlfriend screwing around on him to find his calling in life. He was going to make them all pay for their indiscretions and have fun while doing it.

And this time his prey was that damn woman and her daughter. There was nothing that could stand in his way and no one to save them. They were alone and vulnerable. His favourite type to hunt.

When they moved away from the window, he got out of his car and stretched out the kink in his back. Running a hand through his freshly cut hair, he shoved a hat onto his head. As he walked across the street, he eyed the garden planted along the wall of the house.

Carefully making his way across the grass, keeping out of sight, he dragged his feet through her flower bed, crushing marigolds, sunflowers, and tulips in his wake. Grabbing a blue tulip, he quietly walked up the steps and left it on the front porch before disappearing back into his car.

Phase one of his plan was complete. Now he’d let her mull over that one for a while before making his next move. His phone vibrated on the passenger seat and he looked at the caller I.D. It was his mom. He wanted to stay and watch Emma’s reaction, but he was being called elsewhere.

And like a good son, he’d be there for her. He turned the engine on and pulled out onto the road. “I’m coming, Mom,” he said into the phone before tossing it on the passenger seat.

Glancing out the rain covered window, he flicked on the wiper blades. The rain filled the air with ominous music as the smell of wet musty dust floated through the slightly-open window.

When he could no longer see her house, his fingers tightened around the steering wheel. He hated leaving a job incomplete, and he ached to return and do what he knew was right. But it couldn’t be rushed. When you rushed, you screwed up. He had to plan it right to the smallest detail or things would go belly up.

And he had no plans on being the one in the coffin anytime soon. “Bye Emma. I hope you enjoy my calling card.” Flowers. They were right up a woman’s alley.

Buy link: Amazon

NA: How did you come up with the idea for your book (which sounds really exciting, by the way!)? What is the main thing you want readers to take away from your book?
PE: I’m not sure about you, but I love stories that revolve around second chances; whether that be high school sweethearts reconnecting or people who choose to give love another chance after being devastated by their last. I feel that these stories fill us with hope for the future. That no matter how dark the way is now, better things are coming. Nothing stays the same forever.

And I think just about everyone has a story of the one that got away. What would you do differently if you got another chance?

NA: A fun fact about writing your book
PE: Unlike many, I do not have a writing space at home. Sure we have three computers, but my house is usually to noisy to write. My two older boys who love video games tend to make it difficult to concentrate, if you know what I mean—“stupid internet is too slow” *lol*

So my entire story was written at work during any quiet time I had at my desk. The best thing about it, it’s like being paid to write full-time. 😉 Shhhh, don’t tell my boss I said that.

NA: Do you have a day job?
PE: Yes, I work full-time as a security guard (concierge) at an office building. They have been an amazing support system throughout my time there. It’s not unusual for my book to get passed around the office.

NA: What started you on the path to writing?
PE: When I was younger, I was bullied relentlessly at school. It wasn’t unusual for me to be hiding in the library, reading some of my favorite books(Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, Sweet Valley Twins). Writing and reading gave me an escape route into another world; one where I could be anything or anyone I wanted to be. I didn’t have to be shy or scared. I could swim into the deepest sea or fly high into the sky away from the bad guys.

My love for writing continued as I got older, and I finally finished my first novel when I was 26 (Her Lover’s Face), which BVS published last year. I want to create stories that allow other people to escape, even if just for a while. Life gets too hard sometimes. We need the freedom to fly.

NA: What do your friends and family think about your being a writer?
PE: They have all been extremely supportive and have been a blessing to me throughout the process; of course, my parents would prefer me to write more inspirational romance, but I tend to delve a little more on the naughtier side. I might have to think of a pen name in the near future if I release some of my more current work.

I do want to thank Heather Teston, though. She’s the one that encouraged me to send my first novel into BVS. Without her support, I don’t think I would have ever taken the chance.

NA: Do you outline books ahead of time or are you more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer?
PE: I usually start off with an idea and run with it. The only thing I outline are my two main characters, but that’s not to say that some things about them don’t change along the way—like their past once it comes to light in the story.

I feel that being a pantser gives you more freedom and it’s almost like you are reading the story, too. The only problem with not having an outline is that you have to consistently write the new information down as it is revealed, or you might run into consistency problems, like a black leather couch in one scene and a brown leather couch in another.

NA: What has been one of your most rewarding experiences as an author?
PE: Having a reader message you and tell you how much they loved your story. That it kept them up all hours or made them laugh or cry out loud on a train ride home, making everyone look at them funny. One girl apparently got kicked out of class for laughing out loud while reading my book.

I love hearing from my readers and touching base with them. They are my motivation to get up and write every day. One of my favorite experiences was getting a story of mine featured on Wattpad and watching the reads roll in until the total surpassed 1m.

NA: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
PE: When I’m not writing, you can either find me curled up on the couch reading a book or watching Netflix, while peeking at my phone during more boring TV moments. I think I’m addicted to the internet(*lol*), but aside from sitting on my fanny, I love getting out for a walk in the evening with my neighbour. We tend to play Pokemon Go while we walk through the park near our complex. It has been a real life saver over the last few months.

NA: A pet peeve
PE: I think my biggest pet peeve has to be people who overuse their car horn. After four car accidents, horns make me jump big time and I end up thinking that an accident is going to happen. The most annoying thing is when they honk at you because you came to an actual stop at a red-light. It’s like hello…red means stop. Some seem to think that red means slow down and then keep going if it looks safe.

NA: First thought when the alarm goes off in the in the morning?
PE: I set two alarms every morning, so my first thought is, ahh, five more minutes. That usually turns into another ten or fifteen until I can’t stay in bed any longer or I’ll be late. Second thought is surfing social media, wondering if anything interesting is going on today.

NA: What errand/chore do you despise the most?
PE: That would be a toss up between doing dishes or cleaning the bathrooms. Both are like a never ending job. You could do all the dishes, but somehow more magically appear after five minutes. What I wouldn’t give for a real clone…the four mini clones I did have must be defective because I still end up doing them the majority of the time. Dishes are a mother’s curse.

NA: What are you working on now?
PE: I currently have numerous projects in the works. Some steamy, some sweeter than others, but almost all of them are of the romantic suspense genre. However, my most recent story in the works, far from being ready to get published, delves into the post apocalyptic genre. In a way I guess you could say it is related to my story, “Love Knows No Apocalypse,” which has been recently featured in the Mystic Desire Supernatural Anthology.

But for those who don’t quite like zombie stories, have no fear. I have many other stories coming your way, too.

NA: What is any question didn’t we ask that you would like to answer?
PE: You’re going to make me think now are you? I think I’d ask, “If you could write for any television show, which one would it be?” I’d love to hear what your answers would be in the comment section below.

For me, I’d love to be a screen writer for The Walking Dead. Can you tell I’m a bit zombie crazy? I’d love to be able to watch something I created come to life. Wow, I didn’t expect to add a pun in there (Haha).

Have a great day, everyone!

Patricia, we hope you’ll come back anytime to visit, and especially with your next book!

Giving Thanks #MFRWauthor

The question asked is why we should be grateful. My question is why shouldn’t we? Even in the worst of times there are things to be grateful for. And what does it hurt to look for a reason? Either you think you have nothing in life to be grateful for and you feel miserable, or you find a reason to give thanks and maybe feel a little uplifted. It’s a matter of deciding to be happy or not.

InternetHere’s a very small reason to be thankful: if you are reading this, you either own or you have access to a computer and the Internet, one of the most powerful forces on earth. With the Internet, you can change your life—find a job, find a wife (or husband), shop for a new dress or a new car, check the news, check the stock market—virtually (literally) anything you want.

Another reason to be thankful: most of us live in free nations where we can succeed if we work hard, stay positive, make good contacts, and (more importantly) make good friends. We are free to turn our hobbies and passions into a profession. Sadly, we’re also free to do nothing with our lives if we choose—though that seems like a waste of freedom.

We can have as many children as we’d like, marry whom Freedom to live where we wantwe like, live where we like (for the most part). In the States (unless you’re on a college campus), you can speak your mind, vote for the candidate of your choice, attend church where you want. Here we live in a vertical society, where—again, with hard work—we can rise in the world “above our station.” We aren’t restricted to a class. If we aspire to become billionaires, we have the opportunity—and lots of us have succeeded.

If all of this isn’t enough to be thankful for, take it to a more personal level. Most of us have someone (or more than one someone) to be thankful for. Even if we’ve had the very worst home lives possible, we have a friend, a teacher, a coach who cares what happens to us. Even in the darkest night, most of us have a candle within reach. I’ll always be grateful for the people in my life who helped me grow and learn to love unconditionally.

I do hope this post doesn’t sound sanctimonious–I don’t mean for it to. Years ago I was told that everyone makes their own happiness, and I’ve found that to be true. We wake up each day with the choice to make the best of life that we can, or not to. It isn’t up to anyone else to make us happy, we have it within ourselves. Some of us have to look harder than others to find things to be grateful for, but there’re always reasons. Once you start recognizing those  reasons, it will get easier and easier to keep finding them.

Freedom to love whom we wantEach and every day brings new reasons to give thanks. I don’t have a hard time finding them, whether it’s the beauty of a field of golden wheat or a star shooting across the heavens or rolling over in bed to snuggle up to my special person. I hope you find thousands of reasons to be thankful, too, not only in this season but all year long.

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

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!

Mystic Desire
Only a Good Man Will Do
Naval Maneuvers

Meet Laurie Keck and Winter Tales!

Winter Tales (Forget-Me-Not, Oregon Book 3)

Winter Tales, Forget-Me-Not, Oregon, Book 3
When chaos descends, the battle between nature and witch begins…

The universe always demands payment for magic. When a group of naïve teenage boys experiment with elemental magic, the citizens of Forget-Me-Not face a winter storm unlike any other. Chosen for their skills, three witches go head-to-head with nature, teaming with the men from myths and legends who are fated to fight with them.

Winter of Her Discontent
The sea had brought him. The sea could take him away…

Winter Tales--As water witch Roane Donnelly faces the biggest challenge of her life, she is unprepared for a man who brings the promise of heartache. Conal Ferguson follows the seven tears to find the sad, lonely woman that will be his. As the ocean water freezes, Conal’s secret brings them together, but will it ultimately tear them apart?

Whiteout
Magic has to be believed to be seen.

As a rancher and author, earth witch Hailey Vose believes she has all she’s Winter Tales--Laurie Keckever wanted. Jesse Thorn has left all he knows behind, disappearing from his world to spare his people all-out war. Yet, when he finds Hailey and they collaborate during a crisis, their true natures are revealed. But is there more here than meets the eye?

Snowfire
She’s a fire witch. He’s a dragon. Can their love ignite a miracle?

Winter Tales--Maggie McBayFlannery Bishop’s fire ability can certainly warm things up for the Forget-Me-Not community, but she could use a little help. Drayce Olden is a dragon shifter that has undergone the mate quest, a strenuous test of courage and endurance to assure only the strongest survive. Together, fire witch and dragon forge an unbreakable bond of love until a secret from Flannery’s childhood threatens to tear her newfound happiness apart.

Excerpt:

Hailey asked, “You don’t want me to go with you?”

He gave a flirty smile. “And have to explain a beautiful maiden suspended in air?” He tilted his head. “Though from what I’m noticing on this peninsula, that may not be a stretch.” He leaned in. “Is everyone here a witch? Magical?”

“Many, but not all. It’s one reason why I and two others were tasked to lead this. Fortunately, there are elemental committees, and they are working to assist.”

“Then you’re clearly one of the most powerful. Doesn’t surprise me. You’ve been able to do what many women have tried to do and failed.”

“What’s that?”

He kissed her on the forehead. “Another time.”

He flashed her a smile, and her heart nearly melted. No, not going to fall for him.

They turned toward the ocean when a loud, melodic sound could be heard emanating behind them. They moved closer and watched as a pod of whales, with calves in their midst, happily traveled through a narrow break in the ice. They exchanged glances when what looked to be a seal seemed to be orchestrating their passage.

Jessie smiled enigmatically. “That’s not an ordinary seal.”

“No?”

He shook his head.

Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out and read what had been a delayed, yet urgent, text to both her and Flannery from Roane. She wanted any water or fire witches they encountered to come to Daisy Summers’ cove. They were conjuring a containment system for marine mammals. Hailey made a quick reply and turned to Jesse.

“I think I know where they’re going.”

She showed him the text, and after he read it, he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Okay, my turn to help again. Meet you back here?”

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Winter Tales--Devin Govaere, Laurie Keck, Maggie McBay

Let’s meet Laurie!

Laurie, welcome to Nomad Authors! I’m so happy to be visiting Forget-Me-Not again!

NA: How did you come up with the idea for your book?
LK: We knew we wanted to do a winter storm and bring in mythical beings as the heroes in the tales. The heroine whose story I wanted to tell, Hailey Vose, had already been established in a prior story as living on a ranch. When thinking what mythical being would go with a ranch, I knew just what I wanted my hero to be, what to me was the obvious choice. I also wanted him to have an edge to him that one may not associate with his kind, and hope that is conveyed.

NA: What sort of research did you do to write this book?
LK: I looked into some ways one might protect crops and land, as well as the behavior of horses, and refreshing myself on some mystical creatures.

NA: What is the main thing you want readers to take away from your book?
LK: We’ve all had events in our lives that have had influence, which have either enhanced us or we are working to overcome, a backstory if you will. Things are not always as they seem, and people are more complex than a first impression.

NA: Do you have a day job? What was your job before you started writing full time?
LK: The last job I held was as a Congressional employee at the U.S. Capitol. I worked in the tour industry for over twenty years, guiding visitors through the building and speaking of its rich history and, in later years, was in a management capacity for the same.

NA: What started you on the path to writing?
LK: My sister Devin. She had been writing for many many years, is an accomplished author, and also a professional editor. She was about to start a new anthology with two other women and asked if I would like to try my hand at it. I was nervous, but decided to give it a try. It was a great opportunity she presented me.

NA: The biggest surprise you had after becoming a writer
LK: How much I love it. Prior to my first story, like many others I’m sure, I had only ever written poetry to express myself, since the time of my youth. To then be able to come up with characters, ones that I like, that I may wish to be like and would like to have in my own life, and also create an environment, it is purely magical.

NA: Do you outline books ahead of time or are you more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer?
LK: Definitely a by-the-seat-of-my-pants writer. I have very few concrete ideas of where I am going with something aside from the concept. Once I have my two main characters, usually inspired by a photograph, and have them in my head, they just evolve from there and then they are so much fun to get to know.

NA: Do you have quirky writing habits?
LK: I don’t know that it is, but I think it is. I tend to write scenes on a separate open page, mainly if they aren’t in sequence. So, I do a lot of the main manuscript with lots of little sections on another. I have open notes of research and highlighted sections. The other thing I do is when I get to a point where I don’t know where I want to go with the story, come to a lull, I go out on my back porch for a break. I no sooner do than suddenly dialogue or a scene comes to mind, and I go back in and write it.

NA: Which kind of scenes are the hardest for you to write? Action, dialogue, sex?
LK: Writing sex is the hardest. I enjoy writing affection and dialogue where the characters express feelings to one another, flirty banter, but the act itself, I would prefer not to write.

NA: A pet peeve.
LK: I really don’t like things out of place for any length of time. Papers strewn about, receipts lying around, are probably the worse for me.

NA: First thought when the alarm goes off in the in the morning?
LK: My dogs. I have two small dogs presently. Usually one is at the side greeting me when I wake, and it is such a wonderful waking.

NA: What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
LK: Singer/ songwriter Roch Voisine. What can I say? I write romance, and to me, he is romance personified. So, to spend any time with him, let alone a dinner, would be a dream come true.

NA: What are you working on now?
LK: More stories to take place in the town of Forget-Me-Not. A wonderful town, so many great characters, so many stories to tell. I hope this series goes on a long time. I feel such an affection for this town, and the characters that have already been written by the three of us in this series, that I know there are many more to tell.

NA: Is there anything else you’d like to say?
LK: I would enjoy hearing feedback from readers as to how they feel about the town, the characters, the stories. I would particularly like to hear what they might want to read about in this created town of Forget-Me-Not. Is there a particular holiday or event they would like to see take place in the town? A particular character they might like to see emerge onto the scene? Write us, and we can make that happen.

Meet the authors

Devin Govaere is a freelance editor and fiction writer. She has published over a dozen novels and fourteen novellas, writing under her own name as well as several pseudonyms. She lives in North Carolina and can be contacted at dgovaere@gmail.com.
https://www.devingovaere.com/

Laurie Keck has a passion for writing stories about true love. She enjoys quiet time in natural surroundings with her two small dogs. Laurie lives in North Carolina, and as much as she enjoys the ocean, she is equally fond of the mountains. She can be contacted at laurieKeck@hotmail.com.
https://www.lauriekeck.com/

Maggie McBay enjoys writing paranormal stories filled with romance and suspense. She has published several novels and novellas, writing under her own name as well as several pseudonyms. Touched with a bit of wanderlust, she’s lived in several states over the years and looks forward to traveling in the near future. You can contact Maggie at maggiemcbay@gmail.com.
http://www.maggiemcbay.com/

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New Arrival! Callie Carmen’s Joseph is finally here!!

Joseph by Callie Carmen

Callie, it’s always a pleasure having you on Nomad Authors! And especially now that you’re here to talk about Joseph! I’ve been anxiously waiting on him, I don’t mind saying.

Dee, I always enjoy reading your latest blog. I am thrilled that I am a guest with you today. Thank you so much.

NA: Tell us about your hero.
CC: Joseph is an auto executive for one of the big four auto industry giants. Sometimes he has to travel which can be difficult in a new relationship. Joseph is a sexy Italian and is gifted in and out of the bedroom. He drives a truck and a HOG and owns a lovely home. He has the hots for someone, but so far there are roadblocks in the way. So, he hasn’t been able to make that relationship happen.

NA: Tell us about your heroine.
CC: Violet is a major romance book reader and she makes sure her friends read some of her favorite novels. She works as a dental assistant and lives with her sister. She has lost many loved ones in her past and she longs for a love that will stay with her for the rest of her life. She is in love with Joseph, but he belongs to her friend Bella.

NA: How important are character names to you in your books? Is there a special meaning to any of the names?
CC: I have to laugh at that question. I had used a few relative’s names in my first novel The Enemy I Know as part of the Crave Loyalty Anthology, all of which were already deceased. But in my Risking Love series, I started out using a few family females’ names, two of which were my sister’s daughter’s names. She was having none of that. She said there is no way I want my daughters in a sex book. I explained it was a love story, and she could have cared less. I ended up changing their names. Since then, I only use names that are family members that have passed away, so they can’t complain. Lol.

My latest novel is named after my father. I would like to share the dedication that I placed at the front of the novel, Joseph.

Dedication

The real Joseph--Callie's dad
The real Joseph–Callie’s dad

My father was the hardest working man I’ve ever known. He would also give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. Even though he worked three jobs, he was still the person relatives and friends called when they needed help with just about anything.

One of the moments in life that will always be a cherished memory for me was on my wedding day. Dad had had an emergency operation that morning and hadn’t told anyone except my mother. He told the doctor after the surgery that he had a wedding to get to. No matter what the doctor’s concerns were, Dad told him that I would think that he didn’t love me if he didn’t make it to my wedding. He demanded that they check him out of the hospital immediately. He made it to the church on time and very slowly walked me down the aisle.

During the father-daughter dance, the photographer took our picture. I turned to my father and saw his lips were in a straight line. I asked, “Dad, aren’t you happy for me? Won’t you please smile for the picture?” He tried but could only get the edges of his lips up a tiny bit. It wasn’t until after my honeymoon that I found out that my father had been rushed back to the hospital after I left the wedding reception. I still have that picture, and it is precious to me.

Dad passed away some time ago, but not a day goes by that I don’t think of him, and I tell him I love him. His name was Joseph, and this book is named after him.

NA: Your dad sounds like a wonderful man! I’m sure he’d be head over heels proud of you.

Joseph by Callie CarmenJoseph

Excerpt

Wedding party pictures were finally finished, and everyone was having a blast at the reception. Jaq and Patrick were on the dance floor with friends and family members. We had all formed a large circle and were having fun taking turns in the center showing off our dance moves.

When it was my turn, I moved my hips in such a sexy way that all the men started to make wolf calls. One spin around had me catching the smiling eyes of all my friends and their men. Then I looked into Joseph’s darkened eyes. I instantly became embarrassed and had to end my turn. I reached over and grabbed his hand and pulled him to the center for his crack at it.

As I started for the spot he had vacated he reached out and grabbed my hand from behind. With my hand in his, he moved me back to the center.

It had been a while, but I had been in the Swing Club in high school, so the answer was yes, but all I could manage was a nod.

“Good, then let’s have some fun.”

I placed my right hand on his broad shoulder, and he put his hand on my shoulder blade. It set my body on fire, and I thought I might pass out from the heat. He started with the simple rock step, triple step, triple step. Our rhythm was quickly in sync, so he began to use the kickball change step. He turned me and even did the change behind the back type moves. Everyone started to clap along to the beat, and Bella, Jaq, and a few others yelled out, “Go, Violet.” The fluid movement of his hips and the pressure on my back had me wishing we were alone. After that fun display, everyone joined in and began dancing together.

In my peripheral vision, I saw Bella head toward Joseph. She took his hand, said a few words to him, then they left the dance floor. I turned in their direction, so I could see what happened next. She led him toward the back exit, and they disappeared outside. She must have decided that it was late enough in the evening to give him her break up news.

Poor Bella and Joseph. Wait—poor Joseph and Bella; that meant he might get in his car and leave and I might never see him again. That felt like a stab to my gut. I knew now he had some interest in me. The scene that had played out during the ceremony and the look in his eyes while I danced were proof that he at least lusted after me. That was a start. I hoped I could build on that if I were given a chance.

It can be read as a standalone or as part of the series.
Paperback JOSEPH
Ebook JOSEPH (book three in the Risking Love series)
Book set: Patrick and Nicolas by Callie Carmen

NICOLAS (Book Two)
PATRICK (Book One)

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MYSTIC DESIRE A Supernatural Anthology from Black Velvet Seductions is now available in ebook and paperback.
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Here is a video of my story, Dream Catcher, in this supernatural romance anthology.

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