***New Release – Persephone***

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From the Bestselling Author who brought you the Award Winning Paranormal Romance Once Bitten, Twice Shy (Wolf Smitten book 2) comes a new Fantasy Paranormal Romance!
 
Author Phoenix Johnson is thrilled to introduce her next title, Persephone!
 

 

The beautiful cover, by the talented and lovely Fiona Jayde!

 

In this sweet fantasy, Persephone must overcome her abusive past and the alluring call of the Darkness to discover her destiny and the truth about her heritage. 

 

Released August 1, 2015, Persephone is the sweeter side of fantasy, much like the books Phoenix grew up reading. She thoroughly enjoyed writing this delightful tale, and sincerely hopes that those who purchase and read Persephone get as much satisfaction from it as she did. 

Blurb

Persephone takes her future and heart into her own hands when she meets a mysterious man on a sweet summer day. However, when tragedy strikes, Adrian begs her to follow one request: head to the sea. 

Determined to honor his request, she begins a journey where she discovers her true heritage and family. The problem is, a dangerous past is nipping at her heels every step of the way. Will she make it to the sea and find her destiny? Or will she lose everything she fought so hard to find?

Excerpt

A kindred spirit. His warm brown eyes seemed to glow in the muted forest light, and the sun coming from behind hit his hair and it shone brighter than before, almost creating a halo. She shook her head lightly, berating herself for her fanciful thoughts. He was just an ordinary man. An ordinary man who was now a lot closer and stretching out his hand in greeting.

“I’m Adrian,” he introduced himself. “I’m from Adiron, just north of the forest.”

Persephone took his hand and a small bolt of electricity ran through her arm. Her eyes widened and she saw Adrian’s do the same.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m not sure what happened there.”

Persephone smiled softly, though her heart still pounded from the shock. “That’s okay.” They looked at each other and laughed as they realized they’d repeated their first words to each other almost exactly. “I’m Persephone.” She chuckled, delighting in the merry sound of his deep laugh and the way his warm eyes seemed to dance, slightly crinkled at the corners from his mirth. “I’m from Mythosandria, just through the trees to the east. To be honest, I’m also trying to escape for some peace.”

Adrian nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. “I’ll share my story if you share yours.” He suddenly grinned devilishly.

She couldn’t help but flash her own grin in response. A deep breath sent sharp pain through her ribs, reminding her of why she was out here. She grimaced in pain, holding her hands to her side.

Adrian stepped forward, concern deepening his voice. “Are you all right?”

Persephone nodded, pain straining her voice. “I will be. Just some bruised ribs, courtesy of the drunkard I’m supposed to call Father.” Slowly straightening her stance, she took shallow breaths as the discomfort subsided. She glanced up at Adrian, who stood a head taller than her, despite being rather tall herself. His eyes had darkened and were almost black. She noticed his eyes scan her face, pausing on her cheek, and she guessed that a bruise was starting to show where she’d been struck. Adrian reached up his large hand to gently brush the tender flesh and Persephone flinched as a small stab of pain radiated from her cheek. He paused, his hand hovering over the skin but not touching while his eyes, still dark with anger, seemed to search her own, looking for what she didn’t know.

“Your own father did this to you?” he demanded quietly, his voice steady but his growing fury imminent. All she could do was nod and look down. His finger hooked her chin to force her to look up. “You do not look down in shame. You have nothing to ashamed about. He’s the brute who should be ashamed. I have half a mind to tell him as such.”

As he turned in the direction of her village, Persephone grabbed his arm. “No, please don’t!” she cried, hating herself for sounding so weak. “It’s not all the time; he just has bad days, that’s all.”

“And that gives him the right to lay a hand in anger on you? You should not be defending him. You’re the one who needs defending.”

His words pricked her pride. “Like I’m a defenseless, helpless maiden in need of rescuing? I can defend myself, thank you.” Anger flooded her where fear had been only moments before. “I won’t be standing idly by for much longer, I’ll have you know. I don’t care that they have plans for me to marry that pig the mayor calls a son,” she spat. “I just need to find somewhere to go when I leave.”

Adrian stood back and looked her up and down. She watched him take in her fiery stance and nod. “Glad to hear it.”

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Persephone is available in ebook at All Romance eBooks, Amazon, Naughty Nights Press, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and on iTunes, as well as in paperback at Amazon, CreateSpace, and Barnes & Noble. 

About the Author

Phoenix Johnson has always been intrigued by the written word. Even when she was a young girl, she usually had her nose stuck in at least one book, and her need to read would drive her to peruse the back of the same cereal box each morning at breakfast.

Paranormal and fantasy captured her heart, with tales about dragons, magic, and fanciful creatures sweeping her away to a wonderful new world where she felt she truly belonged. While she dabbled in writing while in primary school, it wasn’t until high school that she decided she should try her hand at writing her own book, and even gave poetry a try.

She wandered away from writing for a few years, but was soon encouraged to return and, within months of picking up the proverbial pen, Phoenix’ first story, The Wolf In The Neighborhood, was accepted for publication by Naughty Nights Press. While working on the rest of the Wolf Smitten Trilogy, Phoenix decided to take on a university degree, and is now in the final stretch of her Bachelor of Art’s degree in Professional Writing and Publishing, with plans to continue on to her Master’s degree.

In early 2015, Phoenix was thrilled to discover she’d made two Top 5 lists with three entries in the 2015 Easychair Bookshop Awards. In June, it was announced she had placed first in Best Paranormal with Once Bitten, Twice Shy, the second instalment in her Wolf Smitten Trilogy, while The Wolf In The Neighborhood and Wolf Smitten placed third in their respective categories of Best Paranormal and Best Series. With her inclusion in the Alphas on the Prowl Box Set in 2015, Phoenix hit the top 100 bestsellers lists across numerous distributors, number 1 bestseller on several Amazon lists, and this was quickly followed by the announcement of her achievement of number 1 bestseller for her publisher, Naughty Nights Press, for the full second quarter of 2015. The awards and achievements have only served to strengthen her ambitions, and she is now aiming at reaching the bestseller lists for USA Today and New York Times.

Phoenix has been working hard to make 2015 her year, and has been busy organizing paranormal anthology Twisted Tales with seven other authors. Its release at the end of June was greatly anticipated, and she is extremely excited to see where her writing career takes her next.

To follow other projects by Phoenix Johnson, please visit her website here. She can also be found on Facebook, where you can sign up to her newsletter, The Nest. She is also on Twitter.

 

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***New Release from E.E. Burke***

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My guest today is E.E. Burke.
She has a New Release which I am proud to promote. I have not yet had the pleasure of reading this book but if it is anywhere near as good as the others she has written, it will be fabulous.
Here is a little about this delightful lady and her latest book Enjoy!
EE Burke -croppedWeave together rich historical detail, passionate romance, add a dash of suspense and you have books by E.E. Burke. Her chosen settings are the American West, and her current series takes place during the tumultuous era of America’s steam railroads. 
Her writing has earned accolades in regional and national contests, including the prestigious Golden Heart®. Over the years, she’s been a disc jockey, a journalist and an advertising executive, before finally getting around to living the dream…writing stories readers can get lost in. 
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Blurb:

“Sheriff…I just killed my husband.”

Hotel owner Claire Daines is a respected member of the community. Until she shocks the entire town by rushing into a saloon wearing only her nightclothes and confessing to very inebriated lawman.

Is she a killer? Is she crazy? Or is she covering up something worse?

For years, Claire hushed up her husband’s dangerous condition to guard his reputation. When tragedy strikes, she puts her own life at risk when she vows to keep another terrible secret.

Sheriff Frank Garrity must get to the truth, although the tough, hard-drinking lawman hides his own secrets and would rather walk a lonely path than face his demons. But as Frank unravels Claire’s subterfuge and unlocks her heart, he’s torn between his desire to save her and his duty to bring her to justice.

Excerpt:

Parsons, Kansas, March 3, 1874

“Sheriff…I just killed my husband.”

Her honeyed voice sounded familiar, but what she said sounded like pure nonsense. That or he’d misunderstood.

Frank Garrity raised his head from where he’d laid it on his arms after he got tired of holding it up. He dragged open eyelids as heavy as wet canvas and squinted at a fuzzy feminine image clothed in pure white.

God above. An angel.

He tried breathing. The smell of cheap cigars and even cheaper whiskey convinced him he was still in the saloon, therefore amongst the living, which meant he’d slipped into another drunken delusion. He only thought he saw an angel standing there, confessing murder.

This specter looked more substantial and far more pleasurable than the others that haunted his dreams. A wealth of dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, past the point where the scarred tabletop concealed her lower half, keeping the rest of her a tantalizing secret. If inebriation brought on angelic visions like this one, he’d have another drink.

He curled his hand around an empty whiskey bottle, but couldn’t recall finishing it. Regret flickered. Normally, he didn’t drink this much. Only on days when guilt overcame his good sense and there was no other way to obliterate the pain. God might’ve sent an angel to warn him not to overindulge.

“Did you hear me?” The angel’s dulcet voice wavered. “I shot Frederick.”

“Who?” Frank blinked, bleary eyed and confused. The only Frederick he knew lived next door with his wife. Claire.

The whiskey-drenched fog cleared. So did his vision. Frank jerked his attention to her face and shock struck him square in the chest.

No angel. It was the owner of the hotel, Mrs. Daines. He hadn’t recognized her right off because she didn’t have on a dress.

He closed his eyes and then opened them to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Nope, still there, in her nightgown and wrap, although the proper lady he knew wouldn’t be caught dead in a saloon, much less looking like she’d just crawled out of bed.

Her hair hung loose, in disarray. Her face had an unhealthy flush and she had a wild look in her eyes. She thrust her arms out at him, turning up delicate wrists, pale and blue-veined. Her slender fingers curled inward as if cradling something fragile. “I-I’m turning myself in.”

Surely, the poor woman’s mind had snapped.

Frank came to his feet so fast his chair flew back. It clattered to the floor, all the louder because the noise broke a hushed silence that had fallen over the crowded barroom. No tinkling piano, no clinking glasses, no catcalls, not even a giggle from the scantily clad serving girl a few feet away, wide-eyed and stock-still.

He stumbled against the table as he wheeled around to where the crazy woman stood, holding her arms out in that ridiculous position like she expected him to slap manacles on her. Determined to get her home before the whole damn town saw her in her unmentionables, he stripped off his heavy overcoat—which he’d kept on because the thin walls didn’t stand a chance against the freezing temperatures—and flung it around her shoulders, hauled her up against him and made for the door in as close to a beeline as he could manage.

Not too roostered. He hadn’t fallen over and only weaved slightly.

The next instant, her arm slipped around his waist to steady him.

“Dang it, woman, let me do the rescuing.”

He swept her up into his arms as he reached the front of the saloon, where a soot-faced railroader opened the door as courteously as a butler.

A frigid blast struck Frank in the face. He sucked in a sharp breath. That cleared his head.

The fragrant, feminine bundle in his arms started squirming. “Sheriff Garrity, put me down! I said you should arrest me, not accost me!”

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A Dangerous Passion
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****New Release – A Time For Everything****

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ATimeForEverything 500x750The war might be over, but their battle has just begun…

Hiya!! I’d like to show you a bit about my new release, A Time for Everything. It’s a Civil War/Restoration era novel about a Confederate widow and a Union veteran who find love while trying to survive in a country that’s still reeling from the aftermath of war.

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After losing her husband and only child to the ravages of the Civil War, twenty-five-year-old Portia McAllister is drowning in grief. When she sees an ad for a live-in tutor in another town, she leaves everything behind in hopes of making a fresh start. But as a Confederate widow in a Union household, she is met with resentment from her new charge and her employer, war veteran Beau Stanford.

Despite their differences, she and Beau find common ground and the stirrings of a second chance at love—until his late wife’s cousin, Lydia, arrives with her sights set on him. Burdened with a farm on the brink of bankruptcy, Beau is tempted by Lydia’s hefty dowry, though Portia has captured his heart.

In another time and another place, his choice would be easy. But love seems impossible amid the simmering chaos of Reconstruction that could boil over at any moment into an all-out battle for survival. Will Beau and Portia find their way into each other’s arms, or will they be swept away by raging forces beyond their control?

Publishing Date: 7/7/15

Print Length: 335 pages

Publisher: esKape Press

ASIN: B00ZFUKEC4

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Profile Pic 2015 150x226Mysti Parker is a wife, mother, and shameless chocoholic. While her first love is romance, including five published books and an award-winning historical coming this summer, she enjoys writing flash fiction (the weirder the better) and children’s stories. When she’s not writing, Mysti works as a freelance editor, serves as a mentor in a 7-week writing course (F2K) and reviews books for SQ Mag, an online speculative fiction magazine. She resides in Buckner, KY with her husband, three children and too many pets.

 

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***Tex – A Beautiful Lady***

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71I6s4sZffL._UX250_Kathleen Rice Adams is a lady I met online and I now regard her as one of my friends.

She is a talented, award winning author who spins a great tale. Her books should be on your to read list if you have not already read them.

It is a pleasure to have her here today and the pie recipe is a definite must!!

BowlWhiskEggsThe Pie Who Loved Me

By Kathleen Rice Adams

Writers play all sorts of funny games with ourselves when a story isn’t moving along as smoothly as we’d like. Some swear taking walks energizes the body and mind. Some swear a household cleaning binge sweeps the cobwebs from dusty creativity. (I assure you I am not among that bunch.) Some swear music is a foolproof cure.

Some just swear.

I do my share of swearing, but usually I rely on a long shower to get my sluggish brain back on track. Standing under a stream of water never fails to jar things loose in my head. As often as the gears grind to a halt in there, I may be the cleanest person I know.

One can only take so many showers, though, before she begins to resemble a prune. At my age, I don’t need any help with that.

Fortunately, I have a second weapon in my brain-jumpstarting arsenal: baking. Bread, cakes, pies, cookies… There’s something immensely gratifying about creating a work of art from ingredients that, unlike characters in stories, don’t fight you every step of the way. I’ll admit flour sometimes can be a challenge, prone to flying all over the place as it is. As a general rule, though, sugar, butter, eggs, milk, and other components behave as the baker specifies with a minimum of backtalk.

Compared to writing, baking is a cinch. If nothing else, baking bolsters my confidence in my ability to outmaneuver inanimate objects. Sometimes.

I’m an adventurous baker—a trait I’m certain I inherited from my grandmother. Granny was justifiably famous for her ability to whip up a mess of mouthwatering goodness from whatever she had in the pantry. The tomato cake episode continues to live in infamy, but for the most part, whatever Granny baked was a monument to innovation and deliciousness.

I felt my beloved, departed grandmother peeking over my shoulder not too long ago when I was overcome with a desperate urge to exert some small measure of control over my environment. A quick glance in the pantry nearly destroyed my ambition. No flour. No sugar. None of the usual baking suspects. My worst nightmare stared me in the face: I was on the verge of outdoing the tomato cake, possibly with green beans.

Fortunately, whatever horde of locusts invaded my house overlooked a single can of condensed milk. With that and a few items smart enough to hide out in the back of the fridge, I whipped up a pie that—if I do say so myself—turned out downright scrumptious.

It was so good, as a matter of fact, that I made it again this past weekend. The recipe is below—and not a green bean in sight, thank goodness.

I hope you enjoy it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chocolate Coconut Pecan Custard Pie

9-inch unbaked pie shell
3 eggs
1 egg, white separated from yolk
14-ounce can sweetened condensed milk
1 1/4 cups hot water (not boiling—from the tap works fine)
2 T. melted butter
1 tsp. vanilla
¼ tsp. salt
1/8 tsp. nutmeg
2 cups shredded coconut
¼ cup pecan pieces
½ cup chocolate chips (dark or semisweet)

1. Heat oven to 425 degrees.

2. Prepare your favorite pie crust. Whisk together egg white and 1 tsp. water; brush over entire pie crust surface. (Coating pie crust with egg white prevents sogginess.)

3. In large bowl, beat 3 eggs plus additional yolk with a wire whisk or fork until well combined. Add sweetened condensed milk, hot water, melted butter, vanilla, salt, and nutmeg. Mix well.

4. Stir in coconut, pecan pieces, and chocolate chips. Pour filling into prepared pie shell.

5. Bake 10 minutes at 425 degrees, then reduce heat to 350 and bake an additional 25 to 30 minutes.

6. Cool at least 1 hour before serving. Refrigerate leftovers.

Another delicious event took place in my life this past weekend: the release of two new books with my name on the cover. Can you say “excited”? One book at a time is thrilling. Two books at once? Let me just say I needed that pie. I’ve almost eaten the whole thing by myself, and I’m not the least bit ashamed.

If you’ll indulge me, I’d like to share a little information about the two new releases—because, you know, a proud book momma has to brag on her children.

The Dumont Brand

Two short novellas in one book.

On the eve of the Civil War, family secrets threaten everything a ranching dynasty has built…until one son finds salvation in the wrong woman’s love. In the aftermath of battle, a woman destroyed by betrayal brings peace to his brother’s wounded soul.

The Big Uneasy: To escape the unthinkable with a man about whom she knows too much, New Orleans belle Josephine LaPierre agrees to marry a Texan about whom she knows nothing. Falling in love with his brother was not part of her plan.

Making Peace: After four long years in hell, Confederate cavalry officer Bennett Collier just wants to go home—assuming home still exists. Widowed Jayhawker Maggie Fannin will hold onto her home at any cost…even if she must face down the imposing Rebel soldier who accuses her of squatting.

The Dumont Brand is the first in a trilogy about a Texas ranch whose residents hide enough skeletons in the closets to shame a dinosaur museum. It’s available at fine e-bookstores all over the web, but you can find it on Amazon here: http://amzn.com/B0120S7L0G

The Last Three Miles

When an accident leaves Hamilton Hollister convinced he’ll never be more than half a man, he abandons construction of a railway spur his lumber mill needs to survive. Believing no woman shackled by social convention can be complete, railroad heiress Katherine Brashear refuses to let the nearly finished track die.

The magic of Christmas in a small Texas town may help them bridge the distance…if they follow their hearts down The Last Three Miles.

Also available at fine e-bookstores all over the web, The Last Three Miles is on Amazon here: http://amzn.com/B011SB2912

Thank you for hosting me today, Susan. Even though you live in Australia, please consider yourself an honorary Texan. With your big heart, you’ll make a fine one.

Thank you Kathleen. I look forward to meeting you the next time I’m in Texas.

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Jake Lanza is one of Riverdale New York’s favorite sons. He owns a tattoo parlor in the small upstate town and prides himself on being a fun-loving, live by the seat of your pants type of guy. He has everything he wants in life, a thriving business, a great family and a best friend with whom he could never live without.
Cara Sloane weaved her way into Jake’s life when they were fifteen years old. After her life fell apart at such a young age, Jake helped her heal, and began to pick up the pieces of her fallen life. His unconventional ways slowly had him becoming the anchor in her life.
Now fourteen years later Jake begins to see Cara in a new light. The things he thought he never wanted, he suddenly began to yearn for. The only problem was they were both too frightened to lose the greatest love either of them has ever known. Can Jake convince Cara there is more for them than just a friendship? Is he willing to take that gamble himself?

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Nick Foti left Riverdale New York, seven years ago, leaving his dreams and the only family he ever knew behind. Most of all he left the one girl that managed to completely unravel him. Samantha Lanza was his best friends little sister. She wasn’t meant to be his, she was his to protect like a sister.
When he finally decided he couldn’t fight his attraction to her, events unfold that force him to leave her and the only life he has ever wanted behind. Forced to work for his father in Seattle, Nick is miserable. He spends most his time in the boardroom playing the corporate mogul. The rest of the time he loses himself in a bottle and random woman that will never compare to the one he left behind.
One day Nick hits rock bottom and decides he’s had enough, he hangs up his suit and tie and sets out to reclaim the life he was meant to have. He heads back to Riverdale just when the family he has always loved as his own needs him the most. Everyone welcomes Nick with open arms, except Sam. She wants nothing to do with him. Can he convince her he’s a changed man who wants nothing more than to have her in his arms forever? Or has is the betrayal she feels too great to forgive.

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You’ve laughed with them. You’ve cried with them. Now it’s time to say goodbye to the Lanza Family, in the final installment of The Riverdale Series.
Luke Lanza is a man who has always done the responsible thing. He has faced a lot of challenging obstacles in his life; from raising his daughter on his own, to building a successful business, even being the only viable donor that could save his brother’s life. Knowing this about his brother and knowing that he was going to die, Jake asked him to look after the love of his life. Now Luke is torn between the promise he made to his brother and the pull of something he’s never known before.
“Promise me, I need to hear you say it, Luke.”
Luke swallowed. “I promise I’ll take care of Cara, you don’t have to worry about her.” A tear slipped down his cheek as he finished his vow to his little brother.
Jake smiled slightly and closed his eyes. “I could always count on you.”
Cara Sloane is struggling with the loss of her first love and the power of addiction. Jake had been her rock for so long, with him gone she realizes how broken she is. She doesn’t want to feel anything, least of all the emptiness in her heart.
“I know you’re at peace and I should be thankful for that, but I can’t be. I never realized what a selfish person I was. You were suffering and all I could do was pray for you not to leave me.”
A tragic accident leaves Luke and his family pleading with Cara to change the course of her life. Can Cara face her demons and learn there is life after Jake? Can she learn that she can hold onto to the beautiful memories they made together and still live her life?
“I don’t want to fix her because she’s broken.” He said with his own voice sounding a bit broken. “I want to help her because losing her too isn’t an option.”
Individually they try to heal, together they wonder if they can fit the pieces of their broken lives.

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In honor of the one year Anniversary of the series you can now read Jake’s Journal.
If someone would’ve told Jake Lanza, he would have ever kept a journal, he probably would’ve laughed in their face. Journals were for females. His sister had a journal. He would know, being as he stole it once and read all her deepest darkest teenage secrets. Yet, to his surprise when Nick gifted him a blank journal, he decided to give it a try.
Dear Diary,
Fuck. That don’t sound right. In fact it sounds kind of gay. Why don’t these books come with instructions? You know what? Fuck this.
Jake
(Because I think I’m supposed to sign my name)
During the most the darkest days and most trying times, Jake used his journal to expose the deepest thoughts, he wouldn’t allow himself to say out loud. In this journal you will read the thoughts of a man fighting for his life. Read his letters to Cara as he pours out his heart and soul to her, through his works and drawings he wished to create. Discover the plans he had for his loved ones and the promises he left behind. Enjoy the legacy Jake Lanza left behind.

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RELEASE DATE

28 JULY 2015

**New Release – Nettie’s Love**

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Today my guest is Patricia Carroll and she is a fascinating lady as well as a fabulous author.

So thankful to Susan for welcoming me to her blog. My name is Patricia PacJac Carroll and I love to write. The PacJac comes from my initials and my husband’s. I am blessed beyond my imagination. I live in Texas with my wonderful husband and son and our ornery lovable Papillion, Jacs. Who was a co-star in my last book ~ The Lady and the Scamp. 1It’s a fun story with twists and turns as my characters discover who they really are. It is the 7th book in my Mail Order Brides of Hickory Stick series.

Stories stalk me. I’ll be working on one and wham! Another one slips into my mind and demands to be written. I am working on so many right now, that The Ends barely have time to be written before a new starts. But I love it.

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***Now for my newest release. Nettie’s Love is available for Preorder and will release on August 6, 2015
2My newest is the first in a series set in Texas. Nettie’s Love is about a 40-year-old spinster in Minnesota. She’s known only life on the farm and now that her father has died, everything is sold out from under her and she’s to live with her brothers and their families.
In the 1867, many states reserved virtually no protection for women. They couldn’t own land. Sad but true. Texas and California were different because of their Spanish heritage. But for Nettie, she had nothing but the promise of more back-breaking work.
She finds an ad in the paper for a sheriff wanting a mail order bride in her forties. He’s 45, and the town is retiring him. Reed Andrews doesn’t like the idea of retiring but has little choice. To make it tolerable, he sent off an ad for a mail order bride, holding little hope of a woman wanting to come to Bluebonnet, Texas.
I think you’ll enjoy the story. There is sweet romance, a mystery, and wild west adventure as Nettie and Reed fall in love and set up Misfit Ranch in Bluebonnet, Texas, where in later books, Reed will help misfits find themselves and Nettie will find them brides.
Here is an excerpt of the first chapter.

Minnesota, 1867
Nettie Wellesley picked up a handful of the dark, rich soil and let it fall through her fingers to her father’s casket. He’d loved the land. More than her mother, her brothers, or her. Arnold Wellesley had been a farmer first. Now, he was gone and in the soil that he’d loved so dearly.
The spring wind blew against her face as she gazed at her brothers and their families. She was alone. She always had been. The only girl. Even her mother sided with the boys. It was as if at birth, Nettie, formally Annette, Wellesley was born to serve.
A worker bee. She did the dishes. Milked the cows. Collected eggs. Helped make dinner. Harvested the crops. Yes, the boys worked hard, too. It was a farm. All of them worked sunup to sundown. Nettie shoved aside the nagging sense of duty to milk the cows, reminding herself the barn was now empty.
The brothers had seen to it that as soon as Pa was in the ground, the farm changed hands. They’d arranged to sell everything out from under her sleeping father. Stroke, the doctor had said. After slumbering for a week, he’d slipped into the next world and the farm into the hands of strangers.
She accepted the pastor’s condolences and well-meaning words from neighbors who couldn’t even look her in the eye. Seems they had all profited on the demise of her farm. Her brothers had their own places. She, the only daughter and her father’s caretaker, was left with nothing and nowhere to go.
David rested his big hand on her shoulder. “Nettie, we, Jack, Bill, and I, decided you would come and live with me first.”
She stared into the image of her father in his younger years. David, the first-born. The dutiful son. With nothing of her own but the few clothes in her satchel, she nodded. They had decided. No one had seen fit to ask. Nor had any of the funds from the sale made it into her hands.
David shrugged uncomfortably. “It’s the way of the law, of family. We promised Pa to take care of you.”
She de-petaled a rose and threw the stem to the ground. “Of course. When do we go?”
He stared back to his family. Or more specifically to Annie, his wife. She stood with arms folded and lips set in a stern line on her already unfriendly face.
David turned back to face Nettie. “When you’re ready, we have a room for you. Off to the side.”
Wooden. It’s how she felt. As if she were already in her coffin and unable to stretch, breathe, or live. He wanted her to accept her fate graciously. Truth was, after taking care of an invalid mother for ten years, the farm, and then her father, she was just, God forgive her, plum out of grace.

**A Very Special Story of Love**

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Today my Guest is Kirsten Lynn and boy does she have a story to tell! This is one book you will not want to miss reading.

KirstenLynnA big ol’ Wyoming sized thank you to Susan for hosting me today and allowing me to share a bit about my latest release, RIDIN FOR A FALL.

This story was a true labor of love as the heroine Lena is inspired by my great-grandmother, Lena. My great-grandmother never really had the happily ever after she deserved. She worked hard raising six children on her own after her husband abandoned them. So, I gave this Lena a better man and though she has to work hard for it, too, a happily ever after.
My great-grandmother was a trick rider as was her brother. Her brother, Morton “Alt” Boden went on to star as a rough rider in the Buffalo Bill Cody Wild West Show. So, without further ado let me introduce you to Kyle Allaway and Lena Gowan. A couple so strong, their story will launch two new series.

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He’s the All American Cowboy…
Kyle Allaway is riding tall as one-half of the greatest act in Frank Perry’s Wild West Show. He’s his own man far from Big Horn, Wyoming and the family who betrayed him driving him from his fondest dream…well at least one of his dreams…

She’s the Sweetheart of the West…
Lena Gowan is barely holding onto the reins. Tired of constant travel, the applause of the crowd means nothing to her. She longs to return to the ranch co-owned by the Gowan and Allaway families. To leave Kyle would mean walking away from her dearest friend and heart’s desire.
Together they’ve been a team since childhood…
When a surprise lands in Kyle’s arms, he’s forced to become two things he swore he’d never be… a father to a child born outside of marriage and Lena’s husband. His world continues to tumble when he takes his new family to the one place he both loves and hates … the A&G Ranch. As the world erupts in the Great War, the Allaways and Gowans face a battle years in the making. Kyle and Lena must hold tight to each other and fight internal questions and doubts and external forces seeking their destruction, or risk a fall that will knock them out of the saddle for good.
Sometimes the safest place to fall…is in love…

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KYLE didn’t know what the hell he was gonna do. His gaze fell to Katie. He didn’t doubt for a second she was his. If the black thatch of hair didn’t prove it, the deep blue of her eyes branded her an Allaway sure as any hot iron. But this was no life for a baby. Hell, when he wasn’t thanking God, he was cursing himself for ever letting Lena follow him into this crude life. And he made his decision.
“I’ll try to find her a home, Frank. I’ll put ads in the papers over here, and I’ll have her a home in no time.”
A small gasp brought his attention to Lena. “You’d give her away, Kyle? But your mother…”
“Has nothin’ to do with this.”
“That’s all well and good, but what ya gonna do ‘til then?”
“I’ll help him, Frank. When he’s performing, I’ll watch her, and I’ll help other times, too.”
God bless Lena Gowan. Kyle’s shoulders dropped as the weight lifted.
“And need I remind you, you perform with Kyle during a couple acts?”
Alt gave a short nod to Katie. “I’ll watch the tyke then…while the young’uns entertain the folks.”
Kyle couldn’t drag in a decent breath. “Thank ye, Alt. I’m sorry…”
The older cowboy waved him off. “I know your temper by now, boy. Plus I’m doin’ it for Lena. Tryin’ to earn me a kiss on the cheek.” He sent a wink toward Lena.
Lena didn’t hesitate, but stepped forward and brushed a kiss on Alt’s weather-hardened cheek.
“As touchin’ as all this is, ya need to get your ass…”—Frank’s gaze shot to Katie and he cleared his throat—“…your backsides ready; show starts in ten minutes.” Their boss stomped from the tent, barking at the showmen eavesdropping outside.
Cool, damp air entered on Frank’s exit, and Kyle tugged Katie’s blanket more securely around her. He smiled into wide blue eyes searching his face, probably as confused as he was about how they fit in each other’s lives. He traced the curve of one smooth cheek with the tip of his forefinger. When he lifted his gaze from the baby it met Lena’s, but he looked away from the honest, green gaze begging him to reconsider his decision.
He swallowed “She’s cute.”
“Yes. She looks like you.”
“Lena, she don’t belong in this life. I’ll make sure she ends up in a fine home…the best.”
“Kyle…”
He took Katie from Lena’s arms and transferred the baby to Alt. “Come on, we’ll talk later. You better get ready for your introduction, and I gotta check on the horses. Thanks again, Alt.”
Lena’s forehead scrunched into a frown as her arms dropped from the loss of Katie’s weight. Kyle braced for the tongue-lashing, but instead, she turned and followed Frank’s footsteps out.
“That’s a good woman there.”
“The best.” Kyle didn’t look back at Alt or Katie, but snatched up his rope and headed into the night.
RIDIN’ FOR A FALL by Kirsten Lynn (Copyright 2015, Kirsten Lynn)

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I’m so proud that Destiny’s Journey, Book 2 of the Wheels of Destiny Trilogy was awarded Best Western in her first annual Easychair Bookstore 2015 Competition.  That story is about the secondary character, Glen Herrington introduced in Book 1, Trail To Destiny.

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 TRAIL TO DESTINY  Book 1 of the Wheels of Destiny Trilogy 

Blurb:

Laura Westbrook expected to face her share of challenges crossing the continent on a wagon train.  But when she saves the life of the courageous white warrior, Grey Wolf, she finds the pathways between pride and prejudice, love and loyalty far more difficult to travel.

Having buried deep within him the horrific memory of his family’s massacre at the hands of a rogue band of Pawnee, young David thrives under the care and tutelage of his rescuer, Cheyenne Chief Black Arrow.  Trained to become the proud warrior named Grey Wolf, he finds his life changed again by the beautiful and strong-willed Laura, who encourages him to reclaim his forsaken heritage and face the secrets of his haunted past.

From the rugged Nebraska plains to a Cheyenne village, from an army fort to a small town in California, destiny leads Laura and Grey Wolf on a trail of passion and danger that culminates in an astounding revelation.

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Laura reveled in the exhilaration of riding Sonny at a full run. The wind whipped past her face and threatened to pull her long hair from its combs. Laughing, she stole a glance behind her. Lucky rode fast at her heels, his blue roan about to overtake the Morgan.
“Laura, stop!” Lucky yelled. He leaned over and grabbed her reins, yanking both horses to a jolting halt.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she railed.
Lucky raised an arm and pointed. “Look what’s coming down that hill. The way you were riding, you’d have been on top of them.”
“Oh, my stars, is that … are they …” Her heart lurched with a giddy flutter. “Indians?”
Lucky squinted his eyes. “Cheyenne, I’d say.”
Three Indians made their way down the slope, their horses’ legs completely hidden in the tall, swaying grass. A riderless horse trailed behind the leader.
Lucky twisted in the saddle and looked back. “Here comes Dan. He’s good at parleying with the Indians. Knows how to use their sign language.” He eyed Laura sternly. “You better go on back to the wagons.”
Laura caught the way he fingered the handle of his holstered gun while he followed their progress down the hill. “Do you think there might be trouble?”
“Ain’t enough of them to take on a whole wagon train, so it’s not likely. Then again, you never know what goes through those savages’ minds. They’re not exactly pleased with us tramping over their hunting grounds.”
Laura gripped the reins tighter, restraining Sonny’s skittish prance as Dan halted his horse close by. “I’m surprised to see the Cheyenne this far east,” he said. From the even tone of his voice, he didn’t sound worried.
Reaching the open road, the Indians veered in their direction. “Looks like they’re pulling a travois with somebody on it.” Dan gestured with a jerk of his head. “Laura, you go on back. Lucky and I’ll see what they want. I told the folks to circle up for the night. Couple wagons need repair anyway.”
Telling Lucky to stay behind him, Dan urged his horse forward. He halted in front of the lead Indian who wore a tanned-hide shirt, heavily fringed and decorated with an elaborate design of colored beading across the shoulders and down the sleeves. More beads ran the length of his fringed leggings and covered his moccasins. A wide breastplate made of bones hung from his neck. At the end of each long, black braid of hair, two large white and black-tipped eagle feathers were tied. But it wasn’t just his colorful clothing and ornaments that marked this Indian a chieftain; more evident was the stoic pride chiseled on the Indian’s face.
Mesmerized by what she saw, Laura had no intention of turning tail and running. These weren’t some glorified pictures in a book, but real-life Indians. She eased Sonny closer, wanting to hear their conversation.
“I meet as friend,” Dan said, his English words pronounced slowly in conjunction with the movement of his hands. He waited for the Indian to indicate his acknowledgment, and then continued signing. “I lead my people north to flat river and west over mountains,” he said, lowering his hands to his sides.
Lacking any facial expression, the Indian made several motions with his hands and fingers, then spoke in what must have been his native tongue. He slid from his horse, his look indicating he expected Dan to dismount, too.
They walked past the large pinto and knelt beside the travois. The Indian continued to talk and gesture with his hands.
Lucky turned in his saddle and glared back at Laura. “Confound it, Laurie, get back to the
wagon,” he said under his breath through clenched teeth.
“Why?” Laura demanded, her eyes boldly meeting his.
“Because Dan said to. It could be dangerous.”
“They don’t look dangerous,” she whispered. She stood up in her stirrups, stretching to
see past the two other Indians astride their horses. “There’s someone lying on that litter. Do you suppose the person’s sick?”
Lucky frowned. “How should I know?”
Laura dismounted and started toward the travois. She’d taken only a few steps when the
two Indians vaulted from their horses and leaped in front of her, their long lances braced
horizontally across their bodies.
“Laurie!” Lucky jumped from his horse, grabbed her arm, and swung her around. “For
God’s sake, girl, haven’t you got a lick of sense?”
“Let go!” Laura pried his fingers from her arm.
“Just where in blazes do you think you’re going?”
She turned to Dan who’d stepped around the pinto. He looked a bit bewildered, while the
older Indian seemed to glare right through her. “All I want to do is take a look at him. Maybe
there’s something I can do.”
Dan signed to the chief. “She means no harm. She—”
“Dan,” Laura interrupted. She tried sidestepping the two Indians, but they countered her
every move. She sighed with impatience and looked between them. “Dan, why don’t you tell him I’m a nurse?”
Dan walked around the Indians whose eyes remained riveted on her. “Listen, Laura,
you’ve got to understand how unusual it is for them to see a white woman …” he hesitated,
frowning, “especially one with your looks, sashaying around them and speaking out like you’re doing!”
He turned to Lucky. “We could have a problem on our hands. That man lying over there
is Chief Black Arrow’s son. He’s badly injured, and the Indians think white man’s medicine can heal him.”
“Then why don’t you tell the chief there might be something I can do for him?”
“It isn’t that easy. Once you touch the man, it means I’ve agreed to be responsible for
what happens to him.”
“How was he injured?”
“He was mauled by a grizzly.”
Laura inhaled sharply. “My Lord,” she said, darting past Dan and
Lucky before they could stop her.
Just as the warriors lunged for her, Black Arrow’s stern shout stopped them. Knowing
she’d have to get past the chief, she cautiously stepped up to him. She pointed her thumb to the middle of her chest and said her name. Boldly determined, she pointed behind the big pinto, and then waited, her eyes seeking his for permission.
For the longest time, Black Arrow watched as the wind blew long strands of her hair
about her face. Laura supposed its bright auburn color held his fascination. He reached out and fingered a lock of it. After his gaze roamed over her from head to toe, he spoke, the words rolling off his tongue in that rhythmic high-low pitch. Then he moved aside for her to pass.
Laura lowered her eyes, sensing it was the respectful thing to do. Relieved she’d met with the Indian’s critical inspection, she stepped around the pinto.  As she knelt beside the travois and looked at the man, she gasped aloud. A dark beard and mustache covered the man’s pale, white face. Long, golden-brown hair brushed the top of his shoulders with a few damp strands straying over his forehead. Nothing about him resembled an Indian except for a red-beaded band circling his head.
“Why … he’s a white man!” she exclaimed.

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 DESTINY’S JOURNEY  Book 2, Wheels of Destiny Trilogy

 Blurb:

Family deception kept Jennifer O’Malley from marrying her first love ten years ago, West Point officer, Glen Herrington.  Now a Civil War widow, she leaves war-torn Richmond, determined to find her destiny.  She makes the long journey west in search of Glen, only to discover he is a notorious outlaw with a price on his head.

At the end of the war, Glen Herrington musters out of the U.S. Cavalry and hires on to Wells, Fargo & Company as an undercover agent.  When Jennifer confronts him locked in a jail cell, the embers of a love too long denied burn deep inside them both, yet Glen is honor bound not to reveal his true identity.

As life-long secrets and life-threatening dangers abound, Glen and Jennifer fight to reclaim their destiny in each other’s arms.

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61q2Y6wCMqL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_Nettie Clayton’s well-planned life is stolen in a few moments when Josh McClintock mistakes her window for that of her carousing neighbor. Never mind that Nettie’d had a crush on Josh since they met. Because of his carelessness, she loses her coveted teaching position, the community’s respect, and her father’s high opinion of her.
Josh McClintock’s free-wheeling life comes to an abrupt end after his birthday celebration. He works hard by day on the family ranch; he plays just as hard on weekends. He loves being single to play the field of willing females and has no plan to marry for five or six years. One drunken mistake alters his life and Nettie’s forever.
While Nettie and Josh struggle to deal with an unwanted marriage, a crazed villain planning his revenge against the McClintock family targets Josh and Nettie. Can a reluctant bride and groom conquer the odds to discover a love that will last through all time?

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KDP CoverThank you so much for hosting us as we celebrate the release of Twisted Tales, A Paranormal Anthology. It features Phoenix Johnson, Stacey Jaine McIntosh, Gina A. Watson, Cherie Nightingale, Jordanne Fuller, Sandra Wiltjer, Liz Butcher and Carole Weave-Lane.

Witches, ghosts, fae and demons. These are just a few of the paranormal creatures that lurk within these Twisted Tales.

Eight talented authors from different writing backgrounds have come together in this anthology to spin stories of beings we find only in our deepest dreaming. Can you handle the power of the Twisted Tale?

Excerpts:

The Flight of Phoenix by Jordanne Fuller
I open my eyes to see my seemingly very worried mother looking down at me.
“Oh my god! Honey, are you okay?”
“What happened?”
“Um, so you passed out.” My dad obviously tries so very hard to hold his laughter in. He fails miserably. The man chuckles out a few low sounds before he continues. “We rushed you to the hospital. The nurses couldn’t find anything wrong. We told the doctor what the teacher said happened. Doctor. Blake assumed you passed out from the sight of blood.” Doubling over in a fit of laughter, my loving father was gone from the world.
“Oh dear, don’t listen to him. I’m sure it was very frighting. The doctor cleaned you up so he could look at you and make sure there was no sign of trauma. You hit your head pretty hard and he wants to keep you for a few more hours to make sure you don’t have a concussion. It looks very positive though. There are no signs of damage so far. They just want to supervise you while you’re awake.”
Oh how embarrassing. Welcome to my first day of High School ladies and Gentlemen. I wonder how Caellum is doing. He may be the biggest jerk in the world, but he is so damn pretty.

The Summer Girl by Stacey Jaine McIntosh
The ground was fast becoming slick with blood that poured out from the wound in the girl’s chest. It’s then that Tristan realised his mistake. Taking the arrow out now would kill her as surely as it would if it stayed where it was.
“Standing before one of your own,” the wolf scoffed. “How noble.”
Tristan whirled around, pulling an arrow out of the quiver and setting up the bow. “She’s not—”
Tristan’s voice got carried away with the wind, and his eyes too got swept away by the sight before him.
The wolf shifted before his eyes, where there once was a man, was a wolf in his place. He darted forward his jaws clamped around the girl’s neck, shaking his head in a wild frenzy.
Tristan turned away. It was too late to save the girl but perhaps he could at least see that she had a decent funeral. Perhaps Gloriana could help.
Unlike her mother the Queen, the Summer Princess was more generous when it came to granting favours. Favours which he had no right to ask for in the first place.
Putting the arrow back in the quiver he ran through the woods towards the Summer Palace.
“Tristan you shouldn’t be here!” Gloriana hissed. The alarm was clear in her voice. “Mother will—”
“Mother will what Gloriana?” Queen Odessa materialised before them as if plucked out of thin air.
Gloriana bowed her head. “Nothing your Majesty. I-I spoke out of turn. Forgive me.”
“Then perhaps Tristan can explain his sudden appearance in court when he should be out on the battle field, fighting. After all it’s an honour to be fighting out there against those,” the Queen turned her nose up a little. “Those dogs.”
“Your Majesty, forgive me,” Tristan said bowing low at the waist. “But there’s been an accident. A stray arrow shot a human girl in the chest. I was about to assess the situation when a werewolf… tore her to shreds. I thought you might consider arranging a funeral on her behalf. Nothing elaborate, just something simple. I’d hate for something to—”
“For something to what Tristan?” Queen Odessa asked. “Out with it boy! I don’t have all day. My time is precious as you should well be aware.”
“Yes Your Majesty. I’m sorry Your Majesty,” Tristan bowed his head. “As I was saying, I’d hate for something to happen. I mean if word got out that a human stumbled into Arcadia and then died…

So Mote It Be by Phoenix Johnson
“Hecate, Dark One, hear my plea.
Bring justice now, I ask of thee!
Right the wrongs that have been done,
Avenge me now, Oh mighty one.
Turn misfortune back to those
Who cause my problems and my woes.
And heap upon them karmic debt
Lest they all too soon forget
Their wrongful actions, words and deeds
Don’t let them get away scot free.
Bring them forth from where they hide
Bring swift justice-wield your knife.
Hasten, Dark One, hear my plea, do what it is I ask of thee.”
The sudden silence was almost painful as the chanting of those around her halted on her last word. The quiet stretched out and Siobahn threw her head back, arms wide as she allowed herself to feel at one with the night. Her thin white shift flapped around her slim frame and her long red hair took on a life of its own, dancing in the wind. Although her eyes were closed, she could sense her sisters around her swaying and moving to the beat of an unheard drum. They were all connected and were, in fact, dancing to their heartbeats, the music of the earth beneath them and the trees and sky that were over them. Chills scurried across her skin as the moment continued, unbroken by the outside world.
The caw of a raven startled her out of her reverie. Siobahn opened her eyes and was stunned to see a pure white bird perched on the headstone of her love, Pascal. Her breath caught in her throat as the message sunk in. Hecate had heard her prayer, and here was her answer.
She held her arm out and the bird fluttered over to her as though it had always known her. In a way, she supposed, it had. Pascal’s surname literally translated to white raven. There was no way that this was just a coincidence. Siobahn ran her finger down the raven’s soft feathers, and she felt an incredible calm and peace come over her that she hadn’t felt since before Pascal’s untimely death. The raven reached towards her and nibbled on the neckline of her simple dress, then rubbed its head against her shoulder. Her heart ached as she gently patted the bird. A tear slowly travelled down her cheek and she whispered to the raven. “I miss you, Pascal. You were my everything. Why were you taken from me?”
The bird had no answers. It merely leaned against her cheek as she allowed herself a moment to mourn her lost lover.

About the Authors:

Phoenix: Phoenix Johnson is an award winning, bestselling Australian author who has always had the passion for the written word. She had her nose in at least one book ever since she could read and would even scrutinize the back of the cereal box every morning at breakfast. It was only natural she take up writing. Her debut title, paranormal romance novella The Wolf In The Neighborhood, was published in January 2013. The Return of Their Master followed in April 2014, and Easychair Bookstore Award Winner Once Bitten Twice Shy was released in January 2015, with many more to come.
She currently lives in a small rural town west of Ipswich, Queensland, with her partner, their daughter, cats Flash and Sirius, and their red cattle dog x Rusty.
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Stacey: Stacey Jaine McIntosh was born in Perth, Western Australia where she still resides with her husband and four young children. Although her first love has always been writing she once toyed with being a Cartographer and subsequently has a Diploma in Spatial Information Services. In 2011 she had her first short story Freya published in an anthology, since that time nine more stories have followed. Stacey dedicated her novel Solstice to her mother who passed away unexpectedly in 2008, and she is currently working on several other novels simultaneous. When not with her family or writing she enjoys photography, genealogy, history, Arthurian myths and witchcraft.

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Gina: Gina A. Watson is an Australian writer who has always loved to tell a story. She started writing her first book in 2012 and has enjoyed writing ever since. Gina currently studies a Bachelor of Writing and Creative Communication at the University of South Australia in Adelaide. Her favourite genres to write include Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, Young Adult, and she loves to read in those genres as well. Gina’s life now revolves around her boyfriend and family as well as studying, writing and trying to squeeze in time to read.

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Cherie: Cherie Nightingale is an Australian author making her publishing debut. While this is her first story to be published, it is the third anthology that she has worked on. With a passion for words she worked her way towards a Bachelor of Arts in Professional Writing and Editing and is hoping to cross the stage and graduate in September this year. Her passions outside of writing are Tae Kwon Do, yoga and gaming; none of which she does very well, but does so enthusiastically. Cherie currently lives in Melbourne with two close friends and a cranky, spoiled, old cat, but admits she misses her dog.

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Jordanne: Jordanne Fuller is a mishmash of creative talents whirling into one another, solidified into a woman. She has been writing since she can remember, but didn’t realize how much she enjoyed it until her poetry explosion at the age of sixteen. At twenty, she wrote her first unfinished novel that will likely never see the light of day. Now that she is thirty(ish), Jordanne has finished Night, a novel that she hopes to publish in the near future. Although Dusk (the stand alone prequel to Night) is her first work to enter the hands of a publishing company, Troy was her first work to be released as a contribution to the Love Sucks Anthology, published by Crushing Hearts and Black Butterflies. When she’s not writing, Jordanne likes to do various arts and crafts, but most of all enjoys spending time at home in Toronto, with her son, fiancee and four cats.

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Sandra: Sandra Wiltjer was born and raised in The Netherlands. She switched to writing in English somewhere in her teens. She considers herself to be just another ‘endangered Dutch redhead’, who belongs to the freckled minority and wears glasses.
Sandra owns over five hundred books; a collection which is slowly growing. Her favourite genres to read and write are post-apocalyptic romance stories featuring zombies, vampires, and other paranormal activities with a twist of dark humour.
Currently she is trying to make Japanese her trilingual language of choice.

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Liz: Liz Butcher resides in Brisbane, Australia, with her husband and two cats, Pandora and Zeus. While writing is her passion, her love of psychology, history, astronomy, reading, art and music, help feed her curiosity and fuel her imagination. She also loves being out in nature, whether it be walking through the trees or relaxing at the beach. Liz has previously published ‘Wrath’ in the “Lurking In The Deep” anthology and currently has a number of projects in the works.

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Carole: The pull of the imagination has always gripped Carole. Stalked her, in fact, until the trembling words beneath her fingers lift her into unimaginable realms .So the words become images and she dances with them. The genres that attract her include past lives, historical periods, the mystical realms and the faery tale concept of good triumphing over evil.
Carole lives amidst tall trees, a large garden and she is close to the river. Her companions are birds, a chook , a cat named Dumbledore and a piano. She has written “The Hidden Parchment”, now published and is currently working on ‘Enter the Fey’ and ‘When the Sidhe Cat Beckoned.’ She is delighted to be included in this Anthology.

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