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NEVAEH

                                                               Halfway House Series book #3

   Author Dzintra Sullivan

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Hello, I’m Nevaeh. I’m only here at the Halfway House because Archangel Michael got his wings in a twist, said I had a bad attitude and threw me out of heaven.

A bad attitude? Me? How rude!

Now I have to save seven souls from imminent death as a direct result of the seven deadly sins, to gain my position back in heaven. Far out! Archangel Michael must have been really pissed to initiatesuch a difficult challenge.

While saving an abandoned bear cub, I encounter a huge and ‘rattle your bones’ sexy werebear,named Macht Claw. Now I’m not so sure I want to go back.

With Archangel Uriel in my corner and Archangel Malik not, a great battle of good vs. evil is bound to erupt. Not only is my soul in jeopardy, but also the seven souls I’m supposed to save.

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About the Author

Australian born and bred, happily married to a wonderful Canadian man, and we have been blessed with 4 amazing children. (Most of the time anyway) I love all things paranormal, my main attraction to it is the impossible being made possible. I am a hopeless romantic, and love a HEA in my books. If it has fangs, fur, wings, or halos I am all over it… (And anything in between) I am strange and weird and kooky, but in saying that I am loyal and lovable and honest. I hope you enjoy my books and look forward to meeting you all.

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Anthology Super Special

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What’s better than a monthly romance anthology boxed set full of tasty stories?

Getting volume #1 for $.99 of course! 99 cent sale Vol 1

Now through April 30th, get caught up on Sexy to Go by grabbing Volume #1 at $.99. We bet after you try us out, you won’t be able to read just one…

Luckily, Volumes 2 and 3 are already available to keep your e-reader company! Be sure to join us for Volumes 4-12 too. We’ll keep you reading all year long. 

SEXY TO GO VOLUME 1 includes the following stories. Please enjoy an excerpt from each:

Punishing the Messenger by Tara Quan

When her flighty cousin bails hours before the wedding, Kailee Chan is forced to deliver the news. The dominant groom punishes her instead, and her submission leads to a far more serious commitment.

EXCERPT:

With a low curse, he circled her waist with one arm and helped her into a seated position. “Under different circumstances, I’d order you to your knees and have you earn my forgiveness.”

Her breath hitched at the proposition. She couldn’t help but imagine herself at his feet, his hand clutching her hair, her fingers unbuckling his belt. The way he surveyed her sent a shiver down her spine. When their gazes met, she felt her pulse on her fingertips.

“I told you not to look at me like that.”

Fearing he’d somehow glimpsed her fantasy, she bent her head and examined the hands she’d interlaced over her lap. “How do I look at you?”

“Like a lover, daring me to take charge.”

Trio Concerto by Eva Lefoy

Casi suffers a scheduling mishap, but finds impromptu sex in the forest fulfills more than one personal fantasy. When the sexy shifters vanish, she’s left with an invitation to return. Does she dare?

EXCERPT:

“Well, what have we here?” Liam straddled her, pinning her to the ground. His hands rested lightly on her shoulders. Amusement flickered in his gaze. His damp mouth was generous and twisted in mirth.

A scream died in her throat. Casi ought to have been frightened, but wasn’t. He hovered above her, his eyes friendly with a hint of wicked. He didn’t seem angry over her transgression and though he was big, he wasn’t hurting her. She also kind of liked his large erection splayed over her belly for her perusal. As she watched, it twitched, bobbing up and down and aimed right at her. She licked her lips.

“You were watching us, weren’t you?” He raised a brow. “Did you like the show?”

She bit her lip and shook her head.

Liam snorted. “Liar.” 35c5c169c1a777602b2f9f3be5d93d0e

To Love Again by Allie Ritch

Kara is a reincarnated sorceress who has cheated death to return to her vampire lover again and again. She always comes back to Griffin. And she always leaves him, too. Now the anniversary of her first death has arrived, and she’s fated to die. Will she finally let Griffin turn her so they can be together forever? Or will she love him again in the next life?

EXCERPT:

Griffin’s gaze turned haunted. “I should have sensed them. I should have been more careful with you. We were outnumbered, and they were older, stronger. I fought as hard as I could.”

“You won. You killed them.”

“Only after I saw what they did to you.” He touched my breast where the sword blade had pierced it. “They spitted you, love. Madness gave me the strength to finish them off, but I was too late.”

I could still feel the agony of the blade inside me. “I was dying. You offered to turn me.”

“You said no.” Tears glittered in his eyes. “I should have turned you anyhow. I shouldn’t have asked. How could you choose death over me?”

“I chose death over undeath,” I answered. “And I came back to you.”

Faking It by Sofia Grey

Lucy can’t believe her luck. Upgrade to 1st class flight and a hot hunk in the next seat. He’d never be interested in a geek, so maybe it’s time to reinvent herself? Faking it has never been such fun.

EXCERPT:

His eyes darkened. “The music turned you on, huh?” His voice dropped to a sensuous purr.

“Completely.” Totally channelling my inner-erotic-author personality, I sucked one finger into my mouth, and then rubbed it back and forth across my lower lip. Jez couldn’t take his eyes off me. “Just thinking about the concert, I’m horny now.”

Surely he wouldn’t fall for my act? I was behaving more like a porn star with every passing minute.

He shifted in his seat. “On a plane?” He rasped the words. “Have you ever researched how to fuck on a plane?”

Assistant Seduction by Jocelyn Dex

When the temp agency sends Kyla a hunky male assistant, who looks as if he stepped out of one of her erotic stories, will she get more than she bargained for?

EXCERPT:

“So, Landen, did you read any of my stories?”

He nodded. “I did. I read your short story, “Bitches on Top”.

Oh, that was a good one to start with. One of her dirtiest, for sure. “And, what did you think?”

“It was…graphic.”

“By graphic, what do you mean exactly?”

“Sexually graphic.” Even after clearing his throat, the words came out raw.

“Were you shocked and appalled?”

“A little surprised but no, not appalled.” He openly readjusted his crotch. “Not at all.”

She smoothed her hands down her nighty suggestively. Her body burned for him and it was time to up the game. “Did it turn you on?”

Unconventional Spark by Allyson Lindt

If Jade can’t learn to balance business and pleasure, she’ll lose the best thing that’s ever happened to her—the unconventional spark she shares with her boyfriend, Brandon

EXCERPT:

He tore his dark gaze from the slowly inching line long enough to wink. “I’ve got a little bit of pent up frustration. What with my girlfriend being out of town for several weeks.” He turned his attention back to the traffic. A familiar, gravel husk lined his tone. “She’s got this amazing, breathy voice when she’s playing with herself, and the only thing more intoxicating than her moans over the phone is how much better she sounds in person.”

Speaking of irresistible voices, his had shifted to the one that gave me goose bumps every time we had one of those conversations. Inspiration struck, and I tried to keep my posture neutral, even though he was watching the other cars, and not me.

I rested my hand on his leg, and received a sideway glance and raised eyebrows in return. I smiled, thumb stroking gently but nothing more, until he looked away again.

He pulled up to the parking ticket window. While he exchanged pleasantries with the attendant, I made sure his T-shirt hid my actions. I glided my fingers up his thigh, hovered less than an inch from his crotch, and slid down his zipper.

Dancing in the Flame by Ann Gimpel

Keira’s an indentured hooker. Mired in the hopelessness of her dreams, she longs for more and finds it in Barrett. He’s not what he seems, but neither is she—except she doesn’t know it yet.

EXCERPT:

“Can I help you find something?”

Keira froze. It was him. She’d know Barrett’s voice anywhere. She heard it in her dreams and sometimes she imagined one of her johns was him. In her imagination, he crooned to her in that wonderful voice and…

He tapped her shoulder. “Miss. May I help you?”

Keira spun to face him. Her face heated and she knew she had spots of color high on both cheeks. “Uh, no. I’m just looking.” Responding to something, maybe a small spell, maybe just an invitation in those wonderful ice-blue eyes, she stammered on, “The rose quartz crystal—”

“I sold it. Just yesterday. It was one of my favorites as well. If you’re interested, I should be getting a new shipment soon, but the crystals are all unique. If there’s one you like, just let me know and I can see if it pairs well with your energy.”

“I, um, you see, I can’t really afford anything like that. I just like to look.”

“It’s okay. I get lots of lookers here.” Barrett smiled at her. Gazed into her eyes and smiled right at her. Keira’s heart stuttered. 

Skin by Leigh Ellwood

Skin – One needs a tough skin to endure an unpleasant situation. When Lt. Andromeda Kurn is sentenced for damaging property during a shore leave, the skin suit she must wear enhances the pleasure of her punishment.

EXCERPT:

She heard a rumbling and the Carsan female came into view, rolling a small table on which sat three objects. Captain Luther picked up the first, a feather, and approached.

“This will test the effectiveness of the skin,” he explained. “If you are unable to feel anything, you are to let me know immediately. I’ll advise you not to pretend any emotions during your punishment. The Carsans are very perceptive and unforgiving.”

“Yes, Captain.” The feather swept under her chin and across her collarbone, where the skin ended on top. It felt soft and lovely, not sadistic—unless the Carsans intended for the Captain to tickle torture her. Good luck, even with the enhanced skin. She was most sensitive in that regard on the soles of her feet, and she doubted Captain Luther intended to jump the borders of her punishment suit.

Right now, for instance, he swiped up her left arm and she shivered. What could his fingers do, dancing along her shoulders?

Meant to Be by Nerika Parke

A rock concert, a chance meeting with a sexy musician and a night on the beach turn Jessica’s unremarkable life upside down when she takes a weekend away for her birthday.

EXCERPT:

“You were amazing,” she said, then suddenly realized how that sounded. “I mean, the band was amazing.”

“Thank you, I’m so glad you enjoyed it,” he said, seeming genuinely pleased at the compliment.

“How did you know I was there?” Those amazing eyes must have had amazing eyesight.

“I saw you as I walked off stage at the end of our set.”

“And you remember everyone in the crowd?” she said, stunned that their eyes really did meet.

“No,” he said, smiling and looking down. “I only remember you.”

Dreamwalker: Key to Paradise by Pamela Moran

Pulled together through a world of dreams, Lena and Davis might have found the Key to Paradise. Can he convince her to take a chance, to believe in impossible possibilities, to hold on to their dream?

EXCERPT:

“We should probably talk about what happened last night.” He kicked at the snow.

“No. I really don’t think we need to do that.” And she usually didn’t run from issues, but this one needed some distance. Some major distance.

“During the night we shared a dream.”

No shit, Sherlock. “And that’s where it stops. Right there. A dream. Nothing more.”

“You know it was more. Much more.”

“No.”

“Are you always this obstinate?”

“Why does it matter to you?”

“You have to ask that?”

“Obviously I did.”

“Belle –”

“No.” She stopped again. Faced him. “You somehow invaded my dream. We had hot sex. End of story. Not going any further.”

For His Pleasure by Shiloh Saddler

A black slave and white plantation owner’s son narrowly avoid being separated when the estate is sold. Forced into poverty they must work hard to survive. But through the hardship their love endures.

EXCERPT:

James let out a needy moan and Daniel wrapped a hand around his head, holding him still while he plundered his mouth. Granting him entrance, Daniel’s tongue thrust inside, the two of them tasted each other, tongues dancing in a frantic rhythm.

Daniel broke the kiss, panting. James’ chest rose and fell rapidly as if they were breathing as one.

“I’ve been so worried,” Daniel said, “but after that kiss,” he caressed James’ cheek, “I realize you’re all I’ll ever need.”

“Yes,” James said, all other words escaping him. He’d do the work of ten men if he had to in order to take care of them both. Unable to think of how to express his feelings, he decided he needed to show Daniel.

Reaching for the placket of the man’s gray trousers, he was intent on freeing his bulging cock.

Daniel’s hand circled his wrist stopping him. “No. Tonight is for your pleasure.”

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Aleya Michelle – Two Fabulous Sales

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Roxy is a fighter, she is strong and independent. She knows exactly what she wants and is not afraid to go after it, especially when it comes to men. Roxy thinks she has men figured out, that is until she meets Kade. He storms into her life like a knight on a white horse to save her. He makes her question everything she ever thought she knew about life, men and herself.

With a past that keeps holding her back will Kade be able to break down her walls? Will he be able to prove to Roxy that everything she thinks she knows about men is wrong, or will he prove her right?

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Roxy is in a bind…
Should she stay true to herself or should she follow her wounded heart back to her first love?
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Who will be the one to help heal her heart?
Will it be Dylan, who started as her re-bound, but has become her strength and her life line over the past few months.
Or will it be Kade, the one who stole her heart and showed her the true meaning of love. Then showed her all the despair, vulnerability and pain a broken heart can cause.
Which path will bring her to her happily ever after?

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Tangled Duo

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Every now and then two brilliant authors get together and produce an even more brilliant work of art.
Mail Order Tangle by Caroline Clemmons and Jacquie Rogers is one of these works.
It is my pleasure to give you a peek into this fabulous book.

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Mail-Order Promise: by Caroline Clemmons

Ellie Dickerson and her sister are in desperate straits when she contracts to become a mail-order bride to a Texas rancher on the condition she can bring her sister. After her arduous trip from Virginia, she learns her fiancé has died. His brother is handsome. And single. And he doesn’t want her. But he has sworn to take care of her and see she has a home. Somewhere, but where? What will happen to her and her sister?

Kage Johanssen, co-owner of a ranch in Idaho with his cousin Matt, is forced to take over his family’s Central Texas ranch on the death of his older brother. Kage is in no hurry to get married, and when his brother’s bride shows up, she’s everything he doesn’t want in a wife—except she’s stunningly beautiful.  Despite his deathbed promise to his brother and his attraction to Ellie, he’s convinced she doesn’t have the grit to be a rancher’s wife.

When a greedy, sadistic villain attempts to take over the ranch and kill Kage, can Ellie save her true love?  What will it take to prove that she’s the only woman for Kage?

Mail-Order Ruckus: by Jacquie Rogers

Matt Johanssen returned to the ranch he and his cousin Kage started in Owyhee County, Idaho Territory, not knowing he took Laura Dickerson’s heart with him.  Now that her sister no longer needs her, Laura wants a home of her own and a family to put in it.  No other man would fill the bill as well as Matt, but he’s not interested.  Not wanting to live as a spinster aunt the rest of her life, Laura signs a contract with a marriage broker, choosing to go to Silver City, near Matt’s ranch, in hopes that he might come around.  But he’s not on the roster of eligible grooms!

When Matt sees Laura among the brides on display on the balcony of the Idaho Hotel, he feels gutshot. He’s in no position to take a wife, not with a ranch eating up every spare moment and dollar. But if he doesn’t step forward, the one woman he wants will be wed at the end of the week—and not to him.

Will Matt walk away from the woman who stole his heart or let go of everything he’s worked so hard to build in exchange for love?

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Excerpt:

When the luggage had been unloaded, she closed her door and took off her half boots and soiled clothes. After pouring water from a pretty ewer into a china basin decorated with a gold rim and tiny flowers, she washed away some of travel’s grime. She stretched before crawling under the covers.
No servants indeed. How prosperous could this ranch be with no servants? She needed to think, but first she needed to close her eyes.
Laura waked her. “I think the meal’s almost ready. The aroma is driving me mad. Imagine, real food and all we can eat. And not just potatoes and cabbage.”
“At least we shouldn’t always be as hungry for something tasty here as we were at home, although I hate to call that tiny house we rented home.”
“Not compared to where we lived before Daddy shot himself, but it wasn’t really so bad, was it?”
Drat, she’d hurt Laura’s feelings. “You made it as nice as you could, sister, but no money, no invitations because our friends shunned us, and no options made life grim. Can you blame me for visiting the mail order bride office?”
Laura opened the trunk and rummaged. “I know you only did it for me, Ellie. You pretend to be hard-hearted, but I see you for what you are inside.”
Ellie almost wept. Only her sister really knew her. But Ellie would not have Laura feeling obligated to her, not after Laura had taken care of her all these years since Mama died.
“Nonsense, you give me too much credit. There simply were no marriageable men for us in Richmond. I’m hardly the type to become an old maid or live my life as someone’s eccentric Aunt Ellie.”
She went to her purse and pulled out the broker’s contract and the letter from Erik Johannsen. She opened the letter and showed it to her sister. “See here, Laura. This says Erik is a prosperous rancher with extensive land and 30,000 head of cattle. Why would he say that if he couldn’t even afford servants?”
“There’s probably a very good reason. Perhaps this is prosperous by Texas standards.” Laura continued searching through the trunk.
“If that’s so, I’m in trouble. I don’t know how to do anything other than flirt and act the belle. And now I have to dress for dinner without a servant to iron my clothes.”
Laura pulled out a gown and shook it. “This will have to do. As far as I can tell, shaking didn’t rid my dress of any wrinkles but it’s all we have time for.”
Ellie pulled the dark green gown over her head. “I’m sure the Johannsens will understand. I do love this dress. Remember when I wore it to Cassandra Stanton’s garden party?”
“You were the prettiest woman there. And now the witch won’t even speak to us. Turn around and I’ll do the buttons for you.”
She turned so her sister could help. “Didn’t you sleep? I couldn’t wait to get my traveling suit and boots off and crawl under the covers.”
“I think the smell of food cooking awakened me. I have to admit I’m ravenous.” Laura handed Ellie her half boots.
She slipped them on and fastened them, but sat frozen. She needed a backup plan. On the trip she’d considered that she might reject her prospective groom, but never thought he might die. What could she do now?
Laura nudged her. “Hurry so we can find the kitchen.”
Ellie laid the buttonhook aside and rose to her feet. She stopped to peer in the mirror and sighed. No wonder Kage Johannsen was so disagreeable toward her.
“I look dreadful. What a bad first impression I must have made. Not that it matters. I fear we’ve gone from bad to worse.”
Laura tucked errant red curls back into Ellie’s hairdo. “No, I suspect this is as prosperous a ranch as we expected. It’s just a different life than we’re used to.”
“Humph, that’s an understatement. Do you think they’ll try to send us back?”
Laura sighed heavily. “I’m surprised they brought us here instead of sending us to a boarding house in town.”
“I hope one of them will offer to take the dead man’s place, and I hope it’s that Kage even if he is grumpy. He sure is handsome.”
Laura dropped her hands and her eyes widened. “You think he’s the best looking? I think his cousin is and Matt’s much nicer.”
Ellie tilted her head first one way and then the other examining her image. Had Kage disliked her as she believed? If neither one of the Johannsen men offered to marry her, she’d have to latch onto someone else quickly. At the first chance, she’d try to make herself likable to another man.
If that failed, perhaps she could even force Kage’s hand by pretending she believed he’d marry her. She sighed again. She suspected no one forced Kage to do anything without his approval.
Laura nudged her. “As usual you look gorgeous. Now, pinch your cheeks and press your lips. We need to hurry.”
Ellie grew impatient when Laura smoothed her own hair. “Sister, you look fine.”
Laura shrugged. “No one will notice me with you present anyway.”
“Of course they will. All I have going for me is my looks. Not only are you lovely, you’re the nicest person I’ve ever known. In fact, you’re by far the best woman in this or any other state.”
Arm in arm, they walked down the long hallway toward the main portion of the house.When the luggage had been unloaded, she closed her door and took off her half boots and soiled clothes. After pouring water from a pretty ewer into a china basin decorated with a gold rim and tiny flowers, she washed away some of travel’s grime. She stretched before crawling under the covers.

No servants indeed. How prosperous could this ranch be with no servants? She needed to think, but first she needed to close her eyes.
Laura waked her. “I think the meal’s almost ready. The aroma is driving me mad. Imagine, real food and all we can eat. And not just potatoes and cabbage.”
“At least we shouldn’t always be as hungry for something tasty here as we were at home, although I hate to call that tiny house we rented home.”
“Not compared to where we lived before Daddy shot himself, but it wasn’t really so bad, was it?”
Drat, she’d hurt Laura’s feelings. “You made it as nice as you could, sister, but no money, no invitations because our friends shunned us, and no options made life grim. Can you blame me for visiting the mail order bride office?”
Laura opened the trunk and rummaged. “I know you only did it for me, Ellie. You pretend to be hard-hearted, but I see you for what you are inside.”
Ellie almost wept. Only her sister really knew her. But Ellie would not have Laura feeling obligated to her, not after Laura had taken care of her all these years since Mama died.
“Nonsense, you give me too much credit. There simply were no marriageable men for us in Richmond. I’m hardly the type to become an old maid or live my life as someone’s eccentric Aunt Ellie.”
She went to her purse and pulled out the broker’s contract and the letter from Erik Johannsen. She opened the letter and showed it to her sister. “See here, Laura. This says Erik is a prosperous rancher with extensive land and 30,000 head of cattle. Why would he say that if he couldn’t even afford servants?”
“There’s probably a very good reason. Perhaps this is prosperous by Texas standards.” Laura continued searching through the trunk.
“If that’s so, I’m in trouble. I don’t know how to do anything other than flirt and act the belle. And now I have to dress for dinner without a servant to iron my clothes.”
Laura pulled out a gown and shook it. “This will have to do. As far as I can tell, shaking didn’t rid my dress of any wrinkles but it’s all we have time for.”
Ellie pulled the dark green gown over her head. “I’m sure the Johannsens will understand. I do love this dress. Remember when I wore it to Cassandra Stanton’s garden party?”
“You were the prettiest woman there. And now the witch won’t even speak to us. Turn around and I’ll do the buttons for you.”
She turned so her sister could help. “Didn’t you sleep? I couldn’t wait to get my traveling suit and boots off and crawl under the covers.”
“I think the smell of food cooking awakened me. I have to admit I’m ravenous.” Laura handed Ellie her half boots.
She slipped them on and fastened them, but sat frozen. She needed a backup plan. On the trip she’d considered that she might reject her prospective groom, but never thought he might die. What could she do now?
Laura nudged her. “Hurry so we can find the kitchen.”
Ellie laid the buttonhook aside and rose to her feet. She stopped to peer in the mirror and sighed. No wonder Kage Johannsen was so disagreeable toward her.
“I look dreadful. What a bad first impression I must have made. Not that it matters. I fear we’ve gone from bad to worse.”
Laura tucked errant red curls back into Ellie’s hairdo. “No, I suspect this is as prosperous a ranch as we expected. It’s just a different life than we’re used to.”
“Humph, that’s an understatement. Do you think they’ll try to send us back?”
Laura sighed heavily. “I’m surprised they brought us here instead of sending us to a boarding house in town.”
“I hope one of them will offer to take the dead man’s place, and I hope it’s that Kage even if he is grumpy. He sure is handsome.”
Laura dropped her hands and her eyes widened. “You think he’s the best looking? I think his cousin is and Matt’s much nicer.”
Ellie tilted her head first one way and then the other examining her image. Had Kage disliked her as she believed? If neither one of the Johannsen men offered to marry her, she’d have to latch onto someone else quickly. At the first chance, she’d try to make herself likable to another man.
If that failed, perhaps she could even force Kage’s hand by pretending she believed he’d marry her. She sighed again. She suspected no one forced Kage to do anything without his approval.
Laura nudged her. “As usual you look gorgeous. Now, pinch your cheeks and press your lips. We need to hurry.”
Ellie grew impatient when Laura smoothed her own hair. “Sister, you look fine.”
Laura shrugged. “No one will notice me with you present anyway.”
“Of course they will. All I have going for me is my looks. Not only are you lovely, you’re the nicest person I’ve ever known. In fact, you’re by far the best woman in this or any other state.”
Arm in arm, they walked down the long hallway toward the main portion of the house.

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HEART SONG -Re Release

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heartsongebookusatodayRelena wants freedom, depending on herself and not having to answer to anyone, but a betrayal takes that away. The last thing she expected was the incredibly handsome Marren to free her.

The catch?

She has to fall in love with him, fulfill a prophecy involving their heart song, and rejoin the two realms. But Jiren, the last Ancient of his kind, isn’t convinced and will stop at nothing to maintain his throne, even if it means breaking their most sacred law.

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Chapter 5, scene 2

“Spring is definitely in the air.” I giggled to myself as Marren’s arm tightened around my hand.

“It is, indeed.”

He led me down a path that forked to the right and opened into a small field of the most beautiful, tallest, red tulips bordered by trees, as if he had cut out a place for these flowers, and they grew with the magic that had won over my heart. I held my breath for fear that letting it out would make them fade.

“By the Gods, this is beautiful!”

“I thought you would like it. Go on.” He motioned toward the field.

I looked into his eyes, as if to make sure he wasn’t joking, and then stepped tentatively into the field of flowers. Their light scent danced in the air. It was sweet and mild.  At about the halfway point, I looked over my shoulder at Marren, still standing on the path. I smiled, facing him and cocked my head to the side. I wondered what was taking him so long to join me. He nodded toward me a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. I turned back around taking another step, finding a rock that rolled underneath my foot. I fell to the ground and started laughing.

I was pulled up by Marren so fast it took my breath away. “Are you okay?”

I nodded.

Slowly, he placed my hands on his shoulders then slid his down the side of my arms, along my back, and coming to a rest at my waist. He pulled me into him, pressing our bodies together. I took in a deep breath as a rush pulsed through my veins. The woods became silent, and the wind stopped blowing, as if the world stilled for us. We started to sway, slowly, from side to side. It was awkward, like he was nervous, which made a giggle bubble out of me, shaking my frame against his. He chuckled in response and started spinning me as we glided through the flowers, twirling one way and the other in motions that were graceful, magnificent, and magical. My feet barely touched the ground, like we floated in the air.

We dance in circles, through every inch of the flower field as we gazed into each other’s eyes, looking into forever. Eventually, we slowed, returning to the center of the field and shifting back into the sway before stopping completely.

“I want you to promise me something . . .” Marren said. I worried that there was something on his mind, a weight that burdened him.

“What?” I asked.

“Promise you’ll remember this day, no matter what decision you make.” His voice was sad and fearful.

“What decision am I to make?” I asked, twirling a strand of his hair around my finger and losing myself in his eyes.

He pressed his lips to mine. The sweetness in his kiss filled me, but his lips were almost too soft. “You’ll see . . . just promise me you’ll remember today.”

Giddy-Up!! Brand New Today

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COWBOY UP 2

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Saddle Up with the best-selling authors who brought you Cowboy Up… And fall for Six more Cowboys ready to steal your heart!

Good Ride, Cowboy by Allison Merritt
Sometimes all you need is one good ride to clear your head.

Cowboy in Waiting by Leslie P. Garcia
She’d buried a hero. She wasn’t looking for another. But her cowboy in waiting was far from a hero…

The Heartbroken Cowboy by Melissa Keir
Love isn’t found at the bottom of a bottle…

Cowboy in Trouble by Autumn Piper
A cowboy on the run and a girl on the rebound make for a messy fling.

A Cowboy’s Heaven by Sara Walter Ellwood
From the hell of lost love, can they find heaven together?

Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun
She left town to chase her dreams… He stayed and ignored his… Can they find their dreams together?

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Be Mine, Marshall – Part Four by Susan Horsnell

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Fireside

 

 

This is part four of a round robin western historical romance Free Read. To read part one to three go to:

Part 1  by Lori Connelly

Part 2  by Paty Jager

Part 3  by Julie Cerniglia Lence

 

 

Written Fireside: Be Mine, Marshal

(A Cold Spring Valentine Short Story)

Part Four

Near the Canadian/US border

East of Cold Spring, Idaho

February 1871

Marigold Fisher hid behind the mercantile and swiftly changed from dirty breeches, tied at the waist with a rope, and a shirt which was two sizes two big. The clothes belonged to her eldest brother, Lester. He was the instigator of the mischief, justice, he called it. Will, their youngest brother, and Marigold followed his lead. She pulled the dozens of pins from her long, auburn hair and allowed it to tumble in waves down her back. There was no need for shoes, she had been barefoot ever since ma and pa had been killed by some outlaws on their way into town. She still fumed at the thought that no-one in Cold Spring had bothered to look for the killers. After all, the Fishers were poor no-account farmers that no-one would miss.

The three of them had been living in the rundown farmhouse for almost a year now, alone, with nobody to care for them. Lester had said they didn’t need anyone but themselves. The townsfolk had proven how much they cared when they’d done nothing. They had Stargazer, their faithful steed, and each other. What they needed, they would ‘liberate’ from the town. They were owed, Lester said.

Marigold dashed around the corner between the mercantile and the doc’s office running slap bang into a solid wall. She stumbled backwards but before hitting the ground on her derriere, a strong pair of hands hauled her back upright.

Her eyes were level with a man’s chest, a hard wall of muscle was what she had collided with. She lifted her chin and tilted her head back. He was one handsome man. A shiver ran through her when she noted the badge on his chest and she frantically tried to pull from his grasp.

“Whoa there, young lady. Where were you headed in such a hurry?” Daniel glanced around. Why was this young girl coming from the alley between docs and the mercantile?

“Jumpin’ Jehoshophat, let go of me will ya?” She struggled against his grip but he refused to release her.

“Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said quietly.

Marigold glared up at him. “Let me go or I’ll scream.”

Daniel noted the fear in her eyes and released her. Lifting the skirts of her ragged blue dress, she took off, like a pack of coyotes were hot on her tail. She disappeared around another corner and he shrugged. “Crazy female, he said to Ranger who was peering up at him.” He continued on his way to the mercantile for salve to help heal Sophie’s cut, Ranger trotted alongside. Something niggled at the Marshall’s gut but he ignored it.

The bell on the mercantile jingled as he entered. He swaggered up to the counter and introduced himself to the balding, slightly overweight merchant. “Daniel Reid. The new Marshall. I met you briefly at Miss Carter’s place.” The men shook hands.

“Carl Boltz, the owner of this emporium.”

“I’ve been asked to investigate the fire and find out who has been causing the trouble here in town.  You wouldn’t happen to know anything about it would you?”

“The fire was the reason I was at Miss Carter’s.”

“Someone took a knife to Sophie, the dog.”

“Is she okay?”

“Yeah, Doc is stitching her up.”

“I bet it’s the same three ruffians that have been causing havoc around town.”

“Do you know who they are?”

“No, but if they come in here again I’ll bring ’em over to your office. A man has a right to go out back without his store being destroyed.”

“Did you see them in here?”

“No, but I saw them hanging around outside so I know it was them. They were waiting for the opportunity to come in here and trash the stands. Stole food from me too.”

“Hmmm, you don’t know for sure though.” Three hanging around outside docs, three outside the mercantile before trouble. Have to admit it’s awful coincidental. Why the hell is my gut roiling? I haven’t eaten anything that could disagree with me. He ran his hand in circles over his stomach in a fruitless attempt to calm it.

“I’d know them green eyes if I saw ’em again and so would Milie. Ain’t no-one else in town got eyes like them.”

Green eyes. Daniel jolted. The reason for his roiling gut was now obvious, the girl he’d collided with outside had the greenest orbs he’d ever seen. “Sorry, Carl. I have to get going. I’ll take a jar of salve.”

Carl handed him the jar, he paid for his purchase and hightailed it from the store.

Daniel dashed down the street in the direction the girl had headed. He knew he was too late but he would check anyway. When he rounded the corner, no-one was in sight. “Damn it,” he cursed as he strode back to docs.

Fannie was seated, Sophie was cradled in her arms. A large white bandage covered her freshly stitched wound.

“Sorry I was so long. I decided to ask Carl if he knew anything about the fire,” Daniel apologized.

“I’ve only just finished stitching Sophie’s wound so it’s fine,” Doc answered.

“Did Carl know anything?” Fannie asked.

“He mentioned the same three you did, doc. I think I ran into the one with green eyes when I was headed to the mercantile. It was a girl though.”

“A girl?” Fannie asked.

“Yeah, about fourteen, I’d reckon.”

“Don’t know any green eyed girls around that age. In fact, I can’t say I’ve seen any green eyed girls of any age.”

“I know one,” Doc said. I always wondered what had happened to those kids after their parents were murdered. I assumed some relative had taken them. It couldn’t possibly be them stealing and setting fires, could it? She was such a sweet young girl.

Fannie and Daniel turned to the elderly lady.

Written Fireside: Schedule:

Tuesday Feb.   3rd – Lori Connelly

Tuesday Feb.  10th – Paty Jager

Tuesday Feb.  17th – Julie Cerniglia Lence

Tuesday Feb.  24th – Susan Horsnell

Tuesday March  3rd – Aileen Harkwood

Tuesday March 10th – AJ Nuest

Tuesday March 17th – Mandy Baggot

Tuesday March 24th – Kathleen Rice Adams

Tuesday March 31st – Kari Lemor

Rules for Riders

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About The Author: NATALIE SCOTT HEADSHOT 1

Natalie Scott grew up in Melbourne, often referred as the cultural capital of Australia because of its great restaurants, trendy cafes and great shopping! Natalie developed a love of books when her fourth grade teacher read the book Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S Lewis.

In high school Natalie devoured the classics, her favorite being Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger. At University she studied English Literature and Communications, though she will openly admit to spending a lot of time at the college pub where she liked to make up outrageous stories before traveling extensively through Europe and the United States.

Throughout her travels, she fell in love with sunny California where she attended classes at UCLA Writer’s Program. Natalie also attended numerous writers’ conferences including Santa Barbara, San Diego State and Grubstreet. She was the recipient of the Outstanding Fiction award given at the Southern California Writers Conference. In her spare time, Scott worked as a spokes model for companies including the AMC Network,, We Entertainment, Hasbro, Adobe and Sony.

The Aussie gal is a foodie who loves Vegemite and currently resides in Scottsdale, Arizona where she enjoys sharing her passion for food, enjoys exploring new restaurants, happy hour, traveling, and a passion for books and fashion.

Rules for Riders, by Natalie Scott – her debut novel, was published in August 2014 and is available for sale on Amazon and Barnes & Noble in eBook and paperback. Genres: Young Adult / Romance 

Synopsis: RULES FOR RIDERS COVER

Rules for Riders is a fast paced coming-of-age novel set in the competitive world of equestrian riding.

After a near fatal riding accident, Bebe Barkley is banned from riding and sent off to boarding school. There, she meets her roommate and fellow equestrian rider, Finn Foxley. The girls devise a scheme to get themselves kicked out of boarding school in order to return to the world that they love. Once back on the circuit, former friends become deadly rivals.

Bebe’s handsome trainer, Billy O’Reilly, gives her seven rules to follow in order to successfully compete. Through a series of tragic events, both girls are forced to abandon their dreams of Olympic gold. Bebe ventures down a dark road of self-destruction as she breaks every rule Billy taught her, only to be forced to relearn them in order to reclaim her life. Rules for Riders is a tale of lost dreams and the struggle to create new ones.

Excerpt:

KING

CHAPTER 1 

I can still remember the first time I saw him…

He’s seventeen hands high, a dark bay, almost black, a white star on his forehead, and two white socks on his hind legs. I’m fifteen years old when I spy King bucking and rearing and giving the grooms a terrible time. I think he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I point straight at him, “I want that horse.”

My father (otherwise known as the Colonel) rolls his eyes. “No, he’s wild. You just want him because he’s difficult like you.”

We’re at our neighbors, the O’Rileys, on a crisp Sunday morning. Jim O’Riley owns Starlight stables and is one of the best horse trainers in Connecticut. Jim winks at me. “For God’s sake, Colonel, everyone knows you made a ton of money in the stock market. Let her have the damn horse.”

“I said no,” shrieks the Colonel, remaining unconvinced. “Besides, who’ll train her?”

“I will,” Billy O’Riley, Jim’s oldest son, steps forward. His clear green eyes stare straight at King. “He’s a warm blood, sir, from Holland. We just bought him.”

The Colonel growls at Billy. “Listen son, I don’t care if he’s from friggin’ Japan! For God’s sake you’re only a couple of years older than my daughter.”

We all stand there watching, while his face turns bright red with rage. There’s no way in hell he’s going to let me have this horse now. That would be too perfect. Instead, he shocks the pants off of me!

“Fine, but if you break your neck, don’t blame me.”

First thing the next morning I race over to the O’Rileys. By the time I reach the stables, I’m out of breath. Billy’s busy brushing down his horse, Stargazer. I walk over to King and stroke his mane. Then I pull a sugar cube out of my pocket. “Hey, boy.”

Billy looks up. “That’s funny, he doesn’t usually take to people so quickly. So let me guess, you want to take a ride?”

God, I’ve been riding since I was six! Okay, I admit it— Billy’s a hottie. I’ve had a crush on him forever. But it makes me crazy the way he still treats me like a little kid. He leans closer and places his hands firmly on his hips.

“Bebe, if I’m going to train you, there are rules for riders. The first one’s commitment. Without it, none of the other rules exist. If I agree to train you, you’ve got to give me 100 percent.”

I stare right back at him, giving him my best killer smile. “I’m all yours!”

For the next few weeks, he insists I do nothing but flat work. He hardly lets me ride across the yard without making sure I am doing it properly. Unlike the Colonel, Billy brings out the best in me and plays down the worst. Whatever I lack, he teaches me with infinite slowness; guiding King and I so we both gain confidence.

“That’s right. Keep your back straight, hold your head up, shoulders back.”

I learn from Billy that difficult horses become easy once you know how to handle them. With Billy’s training, I’m right on course. The Colonel’s threats don’t scare me. Instead, they fuel me, making me even more determined to succeed.

A few days later, I get to the stables early for some quiet time with King. Billy sneaks up behind me. I can feel his breath against my neck.

When I turn around, he has an amused look on his face. “So, do you finally want to take a ride? Isn’t that what you’ve been dying to do—jump every fence this side of Connecticut?”

I have this wild urge to hug him. Instead, I saddle up King. “C’mon, boy.”

King and I take off.

“Tell me what you’ve learned when you get back!” Billy shouts.

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Dances of the Heart – Andrea Downing

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Please welcome Author Andrea Downing who talks about her New release –Dances of the Heart. I asked how she was feeling?

┬®nathandehartphotography-andreadowningI’m excited and shaking at the same time.  Two days ago, Feb. 4th, my 4th book came out:  Dances of the Heart—but it’s my first contemporary novel.  Like my previous historical romances, it does take place predominantly out west, this time in Texas, but it’s very different from anything I’ve ever written before.

I was brought up on Long Island, New York, on a diet of television westerns.  I constantly envisioned myself as riding across the plains with The Virginian, being a sidekick to Smith and Jones, or ranching out on The High Chaparral or in Nevada  at The Ponderosa.  In my head, I put myself in various stories, which eventually translated into my writing.  For some reason, all that went out the window when, carried on the winds of Beatlemania, I moved to Britain to do my M.A.  But I’m back now, and I know the west is my true love…even if I can’t live there year round.

So how, after three historical western romances, did I get to write women’s fiction with a strong romance element that moves between my home state of New York and Texas?  Basically, it evolved from wanting to learn the Texas Two-Step.  Two-Step translated in my brain into two couples, and, as a mother with a close relationship to her then-twenty-something daughter, the what-ifs began.  What if we each fell for a father and son?  What about Texas?  I’ve never been to Hill Country…isn’t that where Luckenbach is? (That from a country song by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson)  Then there was the military aspect, brought on by so much talk about Iraq and Afghanistan, the men lost there, the families affected and so on.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch—er, apartment—my ‘mother’character had to be a strong foil against a hard-drinking Texas rancher, but also had to work at something she could basically do anywhere, to give her mobility.  The answer was in front of my nose, though I make no aspirations or claims to be anywhere near as successful as Carrie Bennett in my book.  I do know the areas in which she lives, however.  As for her daughter, Paige, my own daughter went to University of Pennsylvania as an undergrad so, knowing the university area of Philly fairly well, that was a good choice.  And so it went…and Dances of the Heart came out of all that.  I just hope I got it right!

Thanks, Susan, for letting me share these thoughts with y’all.  I think the themes of Dances of the Heart will connect with people wherever they live.

DANCES OF THE HEART

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AuthorAndrea Downing

Genre:  contemporary women’s fiction/romance

Publisher:  The Wild Rose Press

Blurb:  Successful, workaholic author Carrie Bennett lives through her writing, but can’t succeed at writing a man into her life. Furthermore, her equally successful but cynical daughter, Paige, proves inconsolable after the death of her fiancé.

Hard-drinking rancher Ray Ryder can find humor in just about anything—except the loss of his oldest son. His younger son, Jake, recently returned from Iraq, now keeps a secret that could shatter his deceased brother’s good name.

On one sultry night in Texas, relationships blossom when the four meet, starting a series of events that move from the dancehalls of Hill Country to the beach parties of East Hampton, and from the penthouses of New York to the backstreets of a Mexican border town. But the hurts of the past are hard to leave behind, especially when old adversaries threaten the fragile ties that bind family to family…and lover to lover.

Excerpt: Ray pointed to his pickup, smirking slightly with the knowledge of what her reaction would probably be.

“You must be joking.”

He could hardly hear the mumbled comment, but it was exactly what he’d been expecting.

She glowered, a brow definitively arched in query.  “What year is this thing?”

He attempted to wipe the amusement away from his face with a hand that rubbed his stubble in a satisfying scrape. “Sorry, I left the Cadillac at home this time.” A raised brow questioned if she took him seriously. “It’s an ’89, and still runs as smooth as the day I got it.”

“Which was, what? Last year?”

Ray shook his head and proceeded to the passenger door. “You have the key, sweetheart,” he said, patiently standing and waiting.

“Listen!” Carrie put her hands out as if to stop any further conversation. “First off, I am not your sweetheart. And second, if by any chance you think you just may have gotten lucky tonight–”

“Whoa, whoa now.” Ray was truly mystified at the turn events were taking. “Not that I wouldn’t be honored and damn well pleased, but I sure as heck wasn’t thinkin’ along those lines…and truth be told, you know, I’m hardly up to it.” He considered this for a second, a fog clearing for a moment’s view of the road. “And I don’t mean I need Viagra either.” He noted her staring at the key as if it might turn into something else. “No, it doesn’t open automatically,” he informed her at last.

She shoved the key into the handle and got the door open, climbed up into the cab and reached across to unlock the door for him. Her gaze ran over the dashboard, uncertainty scrunching her face like a bitter fruit.

Ray folded himself into the passenger seat and slouched back, tipping his hat over his eyes. “Just let me know when you give up. I’ll be right here, darl…” Yeah, better not. He could almost feel her indignation, listening as she squirmed around and adjusted the seat.

“It’ll be a cold day in hell, mister, before I give up!” The key turned and the truck sputtered to life, then died again.

“You ever drive manual before?” he mumbled from under his Stetson, and sensed Carrie eyeing him. “That’s what I thought,” he answered to her lack of response. “Put your foot on the clutch, move her into first, release the brake, and get goin’, slowly releasing the clutch.”

“Who the hell drives stick shift anymore?” she muttered as she followed his terse instructions. The truck lurched forward as she spun it off the grass toward the road.

“Right,” Ray directed, feeling suddenly nauseous with the pitch of the car. Bile rising, he opened the door and spat before yanking it shut again. “Can you get the damn thing into second? Foot on the clutch, move the shift and let’s go if we’re going.”

“Fine! You don’t have to yell at me.”

Ray sat up, shoved his hat back from his eyes and glared at her, reining in his frustration and anger. “I was not yelling at you, but you know dang well we’d be far safer with me drivin’. As it is, I’m gonna need a new transmission.”

The truck staggered again. “I know no such thing.” She bent forward to swipe at the windscreen to clear it. “We haven’t got seatbelts on,” she murmured.

“We’re not going fast enough to need them.”

Carrie ignored his last remark and appeared to concentrate on keeping the truck moving. It sputtered again, and Ray let out a sigh of resignation just as flashing blue lights appeared in the side mirror. She pulled over, and the motor unceremoniously died.

“Damn!” she cursed, reaching down for her bag at Ray’s feet. “Let me get my license.”

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An Anticipated Sequel

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Can an English aristocrat go against society and marry the daughter of convicts?

While helping Johnny Dawson escape from prison, Georgina meets and falls in love with a dashing English aristocrat, the Honourable Marcus Lindquist.

When the young outlaw is ambushed and killed, Marcus finally finds out what it is that binds Johnny and Georgina together.

Meanwhile, in England, Earl Darrington is plotting Georgina’s death to keep his dark secrets from ever seeing the light of day.

Will Marcus be able to save her?

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THE BEGINNING:

FALSELY ACCUSED

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On board the convict ship taking them to the penal colony of Australia, Maryanne Watson and Jake Smith meet and fall in love, but Jake hides a terrible secret that will take him to the gallows if it ever comes out.

On arrival in Sydney the lovers are separated. Maryanne is sent to work for the lecherous Captain Fitzhugh. After he attacks her she flees into the wilderness and eventually meets up with Jake who has escaped from a chain gang. They set up home in a hidden valley and Maryanne falls pregnant. Will Jake come out of hiding to protect his fledgling family? And how can love triumph over such crushing odds?

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