19.6.17

Let's hug it out. #Giveaway


For the first time ever, all three books in THE IT SERIES
are priced at only 99c each!
FOR A LIMITED TIME

Let's follow up that hug with a kiss, eh? Below are three short "first kiss" excerpts from each of The It Series novels.

When It Hits You - First Kiss

“Do you really, truly, honestly believe an electronic device can replace having a man in your life?” He watched her with the same intensity she remembered from Indiana, the look she hadn’t been able to decipher when they’d been boiling corn at the farm. Now she thought she might understand where it came from.

“Afraid you might be replaceable?” she asked.

“I would be if I thought it was in any way possible—which it’s not.”

“I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree on that.” She looked down at her bottle, swirling it. “Do you want the rest of this? I’m not in a mood to drink tonight.”

Hayden shrugged and took the bottle, tilting it for a long pull before he set it next to the empty near his feet. When he straightened, his mouth flattened into a perfect straight line. He leaned back and turned his face toward her, resting his head against the half wall. His thick eyebrows lowered over his darkened blue eyes that glinted in the firelight. “Can I ask you something else?”

The tender earnestness in his voice inspired her to join him in reclining against the wall, mirroring him as she rested her head and tilted her face toward him. “When have I ever stopped you?”

“This little friend of yours…can it do this?” He lifted his arm and traced his fingertips down the side of her face before cupping her jaw. He kept his thumb at her cheekbone, lightly stroking.

If she hadn’t promised to maintain eye contact, she’d have shoved not only her eyes, but also everything else she had away from him. Alcohol had obviously inspired his open show of affection, but she was still sober and couldn’t as easily explain away the electrified thrill that ran through her at his touch.

He dropped his thumb to her mouth and tickled back and forth over her lower lip, daring her to hold strong. “Can it do this?” His mouth moved to hers, pressing against her lips in the slightest of kisses and pulling back just long enough for her to reluctantly acknowledge that she wanted him back on her.
"A quirky light-hearted romance written in a strong voice. A fun read from beginning to end."
~The Jaded Kat

When It Hooks You - First Kiss

She started at his touch and tilted her head to look at him. As soon as her eyes locked on his, he dropped his arm and shifted his gaze away from her to look across the wide deck toward the lake. The brilliant blue in the east had darkened to midnight. She turned her whole body to be front-to-front with him. Touching her hand to the side of his face, she brought his focus back to her. She was done waiting for him to make a move.

“I know you said it was best to not get physical,” she said, noting the faint press of new stubble against her palm. “But I hope kisses don’t count because I’m going to kiss you, Mr. Helms. If that goes well, I don’t plan to stop until your face turns purple and you’re gasping for air.”

He didn’t move or say anything to dissuade her, but a terrified flash raced across his eyes—now made coppery under the scorched heavens. Trish plastered her mouth against his. She’d take away his fear. She’d pull him up to the surface of his melancholy sea and breathe lightness into him.
"A refreshing contemporary romance. The twists and turns make this a page turner."
~Keep Calm and Novel On

When It Holds You - First Kiss

“So you’re actually a redhead, huh?” Cliff asked.

“I am tonight.” She prowled closer and pressed against him, holding two fingers to his lips. The tips of her long purple fingernails tickled against the bottom of his nose. “I’d rather not talk.”

She gave the side of his neck a tentative lick and then touched kisses up his throat and over his face until her mouth was against his. She dropped her hands to run along the sides of his hips, caressing and groping.

His mind sped. His heart galloped. The cool confidence he’d mustered before her arrival evaporated. He wasn’t sure he could do this. He didn’t know this woman at all and now she was feasting on him. He’d much rather have talked with her for a little while before jumping right into it.

Channeling his inner alpha, he forced himself to return the kiss. He slid his hands over the slick fabric of her cape to the small of her back and pulled her close. She was significantly shorter than him, even in the spiked heels. Her body felt so soft against his. Her lips tasted like strawberries.

I can do this.

He did know this woman. It was Claire, the willful strategist with whom he’d been rampaging the kingdomside. He noticed that though she’d been aggressive in her advance, she kept the kiss to lips only, almost as if waiting for him to take it to the next level. He liked this small show of submission.

I can totally do this.
"I can relate to these characters on an emotional level that has me up and down and turning the pages as fast as I can."
~Avonna at The Romance Reviews


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7.6.17

I Quit! #IWSG

Welcome to the June 2017 edition of IWSG. We're just trucking through the year, eh? I love this month's optional Question: Did you ever say “I quit”? If so, what happened to make you come back to writing?

Yes, I did intend to quit writing once. But I wasn't shouting it with a big exclamation point. I was whispering it to myself. It happened just a few months after I discovered my passion for writing fiction - when I'd learned how much time writing takes away from everything else. I had young kids at the time and a thousand-and-one other responsibilities  I told myself I had to stop.

That decision made me very, very sad. It didn't feel right, but while I was still trying to convince myself to stop, this song came on the radio.



I'd heard the song a hundred times before, but this time every single word zinged straight to my heart. The song was giving me permission to release my inhibitions and write my own story - figuratively as well as literally - rather than the story others would write for me.

Fast forward to 2017, and I'm struggling with the time thing again. I vowed to make June the month I kick my writing back into gear, and I know it's still early in the month, but last Saturday as I procrastinated getttng my butt in chair to write, I accomplished SO miuch! It has me tempted to stay away from writing a little longer. But I'll stick to my promise to myself to write something every day this month, and we'll see what happens  As Natasha sings, the rest is still unwritten...

This post is part of the monthly blog hop/therapy session known as Insecure Writer's Support Group, founded by the one and clonely Alex J. Cavanaugh. Click below to join the group!



2.6.17

Prepare for The Resurrection of Dylan McAthie


The Resurrection of Dylan McAthie
by Nancee Cain
Series: Pine Bluff, #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover DesignerShannon Lumetta
Release Date: June 1, 2017



At seventeen, music legend Dylan McAthie ran away from his Alabama home to chase his dreams. Years later, he’s forced to return—coming full circle to escape the nightmare his life has become. Hounded by paparazzi and plagued by the aftermath of personal and professional loss, Dylan craves some quiet anonymity so he can regroup and sort out what lies ahead.

Hired by his estranged brother, Jennifer Adams knows exactly who Dylan is. She grew up next door to his family and has followed his career. But the surly, overbearing man she’s caring for as a private-duty nurse is far from the charming boy she remembers. Nevertheless, she’s determined to be professional, do a good job—and not fail at her first time getting away from home.

As her patient heals, his demeanor softens, and their interactions grow less antagonistic. Soon their chemistry is undeniable—and inappropriate—leaving the inexperienced Jennifer thoroughly confused. Adding to the turmoil, scandal finds Dylan once again, threatening all the progress he’s made and putting Jennifer at risk as collateral damage.

It’s up to Dylan to fix what his fame has so easily broken and find a way to move forward with his life. But will his resurrection mean the death of any relationship with Jennifer?










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During the day, Nancee Cain works as a nurse/counselor in the field of addiction to support her coffee and reading habit. Nights are spent writing paranormal and contemporary romances with a serrated edge.

Authors are her rock stars, and she’s been known to stalk a few for an autograph, but not in a scary, Stephen King way. Her husband swears her To-Be-Read list qualifies her as a certifiable book hoarder.

Always looking to try something new, she dreams of being an extra in a Bollywood film, or a tattoo artist. (Her lack of rhythm and artistic ability may put a damper on both of these dreams.)












17.5.17

A HERO LOST Playlist #BookTour #Anthology

Yay! I'm so excited that I got to ask my favorite authorly question to a whole bunch of the fabulous authors with stories in the brand new Hero Lost anthology. Here is your awesome Hero Lost playlist:

The Question: If you had to pick one song that best captures the essence of your story in the Hero Lost anthology, what song would you choose and why?

Jen Chandler

The song I would pick that best sums up the essence of my story would have to be Sarah McLaughlin's song "Building a Mystery". When I first got the idea for "Mysteries of Death and Life", that song crept into my mind and never left. Honestly, the story that came to me was a lot darker than the one I wrote. I'd love to really dive deep one day, find the darker essence of my characters and their stories. Alas, word counts require condensing. Perhaps there's a novella here waiting to be written one day?

Renee Cheung

“Dust in the Wind” by Kansas is probably a good embodiment of “Memoirs of a Forgotten Knight”. The idea that time erases everything is prevalent in the story in many ways, from the ages of knight and dragons to the state Cormac finds himself in by the end of the story. The song itself has a bittersweet tune that befits the tragedy of this forgotten knight.

Erika Beebe

“Fortunate Son” by Creedence Clearwater Revival would be Ethan Klaussen's song, the main character in The Wheat Witch. It relates to his attitude for a great deal of his life about himself. He has very little faith in humanity or any form of desire beyond his immediate world of work, his mustang and his bar near his house until a moment in the bar redefines him.

Sarah Foster

This was tough because I didn’t really have any songs in mind while I was writing the story (which is actually weird for me). But I think “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons is a good fit, particularly for Mikah’s character in “The Last Dragon.” The band’s name is just a bonus. :)

Elizabeth Seckman

I'll go with "That Old Black Magic" by Frank Sinatra.

Yvonne Ventresca

“Hey Jealousy” by the Gin Blossoms because “The Art of Remaining Bitter” focuses on envy. The song is more about jealousy in a romantic relationship, and my story is about sibling rivalry, but there is a longing in both of them that is similar.

Tyrean Martinson

"How You Remind Me" by Nickelback ran through my head on repeat until I wrote "Of Words and Swords." I don't think it fits the story exactly, but the tone fits Maud, the main character.

L. Nahay

For "Breath Between Seconds," the song would be '"Doomed'" by Bring Me The Horizon.


Hero Lost
Mysteries of Death and Life
An Insecure Writer’s Support Group Anthology

Can a lost hero find redemption?

What if Death himself wanted to die? Can deliverance be found on a bloody battlefield? Could the gift of silvering become a prison for those who possessed it? Will an ancient warrior be forever the caretaker of a house of mystery?

Delving into the depths of the tortured hero, twelve authors explore the realms of fantasy in this enthralling and thought-provoking collection. Featuring the talents of Jen Chandler, L. Nahay, Renee Cheung, Roland Yeomans, Elizabeth Seckman, Olga Godim, Yvonne Ventresca, Ellen Jacobson, Sean McLachlan, Erika Beebe, Tyrean Martinson, and Sarah Foster.

Hand-picked by a panel of agents and authors, these twelve tales will take you into the heart of heroes who have fallen from grace. Join the journey and discover a hero’s redemption!


3.5.17

Insecure Writers Unite! #IWSG #amwriting

Hey, fellow insecure writers. How's it going?

My writing lately is mostly for the quarterly newsletter I write for my day job - but hey, writing is writing, right? And since space in the newsletter is limited and I have a LOT to cover in it, I get great practice at making every single word count. But it keeps me too busy, so this month I'll move right into the optional IWSG question:

What is the weirdest/coolest thing you ever had to research for your story?

Well, if you've read the blurb for my latest release, I ... uh ... yeaaah, forget that one. I'm gonna go in a different direction here. I'd say the weirdest research I've done for a story was to identify a tasteless poison that could be easily disguised on something like, oh, say ... Smarties.

Want one?


 

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5.4.17

Rain Rain Go Away #Giveaway Hop


Welcome to the latest giveaway hop hosted by The Mommy Island & The Kids Did It.

What's a great way to spend a rainy day? Why, curled up with a good book, of course! So the giveaway at my blog today is a $5 Amazon gift card. You'll find lots of great books there. ;)


What is it about rain that sparks the imagination? I'm not usually flowery with my writing, but while pulling excerpts from my newest series, I noticed that introducing rain into a scene seems to inspire fantasy-like imagery. Below are three excerpts to show you what I mean:


Rainy Day Excerpt from WHEN IT HITS YOU


Lyssa lay on the high, overstuffed bed with the blankets clutched to her chin, her heart thudding against her ribs. Pounding rain had started twenty minutes earlier, waking her from a light sleep. Every few minutes, an electric show of lights glittered through the thin openings on either side of the window shade. Each crack of thunder that followed was louder than the last.

When in her apartment, Lyssa enjoyed a good thunderstorm, but in this musty place where time stood still, it was pure Psycho. She shut out thoughts of shower stabbings and insane proprietors…only for abandoned hotels and Jack Nicholson axing down her door to take their place.

Grabbing the flashlight from the side table, she shot its beam around the room, hoping to amuse herself with its dancing pillar until the storm calmed. The light caught on the filaments of a web above the closed door. She hadn’t noticed it earlier. Focusing the beam there, she admired the glossy weave and thought about how charming it was to be sharing the room with a tiny spider. A shadow at one edge of the web intrigued her. Sitting up and leaning forward revealed that it was the webmaster. And it wasn’t little—it was huge and hairy…probably hairy, though she couldn’t make out that kind of detail.

She snapped off the flashlight, cutting the vision of the monster, but that only made it grow bigger in her imagination. She flicked the light back on to find that spidey was on the move. Still spinning? Yes, of course. That made perfect sense. It wasn’t a coincidence that the arachnid had set up camp above the door, and the reason she hadn’t noticed the web earlier was because it hadn’t been there. The creature had been lying in wait, biding its time until she was asleep so it could spin its trap over the door.

Good God. If this investment career doesn’t work out, I should try writing B horror flicks.



Rainy Day Excerpt from WHEN IT HOOKS YOU


Rain fell in slick, black sheets. Only the murkiest glimmer of moonlight soaked through the cloud cover, leaving the world in muted shadow. Two faraway streaks sliced through the black, casting a glare and igniting the magical realm surrounding them. Emerald occupants of the jungle stood with their heads forced down by the relentless pelting, bowing to the slate giants in the distance—majestic kings crowned in amethyst. The vision only lasted a few short seconds but stayed imprinted on Trish’s brain.

“Wow,” was her lame attempt to describe the scene. Adam’s awed silence did a much better job of it.


Rainy Day Excerpt from WHEN IT HOLDS YOU


The forest filled with screeches—coming from the humans who zoomed above it. A gazillion shades of green blurred below Cliff while feathery rain licked his face. His chest opened wide, soaking it all in and giving his wildly pumping heart room to dance. Moments after he landed on the next platform, Trish touched down with a delicate hop, her eyes sparking with exhilaration. Lyssa and Hayden also arrived flushed from the thrill.

They jumped again and again. Cliff found slower stretches of the rope course to be even more incredible than the fast ones, allowing him more time to admire the exotic, misty scene. Its serenity was electrified by darting birds shaded in all the colors of the richest rainbow in Oz. He was young and wild and free in the trees. Invincible.




How about you? Do you ever find that rain inspires you to new levels of creativity?



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Insecure Writers' Support Group #IWSG

The Insecure Writers Support Group has started a Book Club at Goodreads! The club is all about honing our craft as writers, so visit the page to learn more and join.

The 2017 A to Z Challenge is on - good luck to all of those participating!  This month's optional question for the IWSG is: Have you taken advantage of the annual A to Z Challenge in terms of marketing, networking, publicity for your book? What were the results?

I'm not participating in A to Z this year since I knew I couldn't commit to daily blog visits, but I've had great fun completing the challenge in the past. I have to be honest and say that I've never looked at A to Z as a marketing opportunity for my books or even as publicity to increase my blog following. I just did it because it was fun. I usually think it's a blessing to not take myself too seriously, but the flip side of that is I often don't take myself seriously enough, and I know that holds me back from achieving all that I could.

BUT I am totally serious about giving away my book for free later this month. If you'd like to help me spread the word, please join my Thunderclap. Thank you!

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14.3.17

March Madness #250 #Giveaway

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Score Big during the $250 March Madness Cash giveaway where you have the option of choosing between $250 PayPal Cash OR an Amazon E-Gift Card! This event was organized by The Kids Did It & The Mommy Island and sponsored by the awesome bloggers, authors, and Etsy shop owners listed below!

Give some love to the March Madness sponsors and follow them on social media:
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ONE entrant will be selected by the entry form to win $250 PayPal cash OR $250 Amazon e-gift card. Open for entry WW, 18 years and older from 03/14/17 thru 04/03/17 at 11:59pm ET. No purchase necessary. Void where prohibited. The winner will have 24 hours to respond to notification email to claim their prize or a new winner will be selected. See Rafflecopter for official rules.

The Kids Did It & The Mommy Island are responsible for sending the winner their prize via PayPal or Amazon. The winner has the option of choosing between PayPal and an Amazon gift card. Please contact Amanda (joyskidsdidit@gmail.com) if you have questions or you’d like an event organized.

10.3.17

Incense and Peppermints - a Blog Blitz with @cathconstantine #60s #contemporary #YA


I'm so excited to feature Cathrina Constantine's brand new release, Incense and Peppermints! 

Incense and Peppermints
Cathrina Constantine
Publication date: March 10th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult

Peace demonstrations, sit-ins, and burning the U.S. flag following the escalation of the Vietnam War are leading to a catalyst known to the world as the Sixties, and a musical revolution, flower power, hippies, marijuana, and drugs are carrying the generations—young and old—into a new decade. All the while sixteen-year-old Mary Monroe is caught between being an innocent good girl and an autumn of sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll. 
When her brother offers a solution to her dilemma in the form of a little pill, Mary ignores the rumba in her brain and takes a walk on the wild side. Plunged into popularity and a life she’s only imagined, she meets Michael Covington, the hot newcomer, and she’s instantly drawn in by his less than flawless exterior and bad boy sex appeal. Caught up in the danger and excitement as they drift from party to party, into underground fight clubs, and through a series of drug and alcohol fueled adventures, Mary follows her new crush into a world where young girls are never truly safe from the predators lurking in the shadows and young men are hiding from the harsh reality of war.
Feeling buzzed and as if her life is spinning out of control, Mary is assaulted by an unknown man at a party, and she’s left questioning if the enigmatic Michael is truly her hero or if he is the face behind the terrible attack. With every piece of information Mary learns about Michael, her doubts grow deeper, but with every minute she spends in his presence, so does her love.
With the war and her fear threatening to separate Mary and Michael forever, only the death of a friend, a crushing confession, and her own sensibilities can carry her over the threshold between adolescence and adulthood.


EXCERPT:

September 1969
The corners of my bedroom had dulled to a muddy gray by the time my brother leaned on, or rather wobbled against, my door. His glassy eyes floated in their sockets. Stoned, again.

“Whatcha doing, Sis?” Stevie, my older brother slurred.

My gaze slipped over his pasty chest, sprinkled with wiry hair, and past his jockeys to his stick-like legs. Did he realize he was only wearing saggy underwear? Normally, I’d say gross and mock him, but only because he normally treated me like a speck of toe scum.

“Nothing much.” I slipped my diary into my sock drawer, away from prying eyes. Our parents weren’t home, and our little sister was asleep in her crib on the other side of my room.
“You need to grow up,” he said. “Here, it’s party time.” Pinched between his thumb and finger, he revealed an ordinary aspirin as if he’d procured the magic solution.

“Uh… I don’t have a headache.”

“Hey, turd. It’s not an aspirin. Stop the nerd act and get with the program. Grow up.”

Our sibling behavior toppled into the belittling and ridiculing stage. Though I figured it was his way of helping me. Yet, staring at the pill, I was interested, but a hootenanny of cymbals clashed inside my head and my sensible side screamed.

You’ll puke! I hate puking. Wasn’t it only last week Stevie was tripping and heaving guts like a water hose?

Shaking my head, I declined his kind and strange offer and tried using simple logic to get rid of him. “Not tonight. Mom and Dad will be home any minute. Go to bed. It’s late.”

“They’ll be so-o plastered. I can’t stand them like that.” Dejected, his shoulders slouched, and his body seemed to deflate. Until he tossed the pill, saying, “Catch.”



Cathrina Constantine is the Best Selling author of Don’t Forget To Breathe. Her book won Readers’ Favorite International Book Award for 2015 and The Literary Classics Seal of Approval and Literary Classics Gold Award. Her Paranormal Fantasy, Wickedly They Come has been awarded the 5 Star Seal from Reader’s Favorite. Tallas from her dystopian series received Literary Classics Silver Award and Literary Classics Seal of Approval.
Cathrina resides in Western New York with her husband, five children, two Labrador Retrievers and her cat, Bones. Author @chbbpublishing. Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly. When not attached to her computer, she likes to take long walks in the woods with her dogs, drink way too much coffee, and is an avid movie watcher. She loves music and doesn’t need a dance floor to shake a leg.



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1.3.17

Aww, Maaaaaan! #IWSG

I swear I've had my latest insecurity picked out for the last month - and then I go and almost miss this month's meeting of the Insecure Writer's Support Group. I guess it's not all that surprising, though, seeing as my insecurity is that I've become awash in an utter lack of discipline when it comes to writing.

I've declared 2017 to be a Year of Writing for me - as in, a year of writing, writing, writing without a thought to the tasks that go into publishing. I'm, SO excited to go back into the writing bubble...it's just that I seem to have trouble getting myself in there. All of February has passed and all I've got is a rough outline of a novel and a first draft of a first chapter plus a few paragraphs into a second chapter.

My fear is that without any set deadlines, I won't make progress. So here's a deadline - entire first draft written by the end of September. No probs, right?

How do you keep yourself on task without a hard deadline?


This post is part of the monthly blog hop/therapy session known as Insecure Writer's Support Group, founded by the one and clonely Alex J. Cavanaugh. Click below to join the group!

16.2.17

FORBIDDEN: Book Launch Celebration - Excerpt: #Seduction

Welcome to Forbidden’s book launch celebration!

Better Wear Your Flak Jacket

Today, I'm happy to share my 5-star review of this wonderful book. Below is a snippet. You can read the entire review at Goodreads (and add it to your to-read list while you're there)


FORBIDDEN eBOOK IS FREE

February 14th to 18th at AMAZON

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Synopsis:

Year 2047, City of Samarra, capital of the Republic of Islamic Provinces & Territories Fifteen American travelers have vanished. Surrendering to Mayor Aamir's demands, Captain Sharif becomes the reluctant keeper of his city’s bloody secret – and the witness, Eliza MacKay. The devout Muslim is horrified to discover that if he exposes the cover-up, his family will suffer dire consequences.

The CIA has the lying Sharif in their cross hairs. Sharif’s only hope is to prove his country's government is free of guilt. Secretly, he hunts forensic evidence. Cryptic messages, backstabbing informants, and corruption threaten Sharif’s resolve to see justice served. When he discovers the shocking truth, he and MacKay become the targets of a ruthless killer.

 Sharif is tortured by his attraction to the impetuous Eliza MacKay. In spite of her struggle with PTSD, he’s drawn to her vivacious personality. Islam forbids the intimacy he craves. In desperation to save Eliza, Sharif plots an act most forbidden and fatal.

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Below is one of the author's favorite romance scenes.

Chapter 30

“Better have a seat, Sharif. Going to get rough. Buckle up your friend, too.” Buzz turned to check on Miss MacKay. “Shit, what is she doing?”

She stood at the tail section in the aisle, wobbling with the aircraft’s movement on the wind currents. Her bare back faced the men. She appeared to be looking for something in her backpack.

Sharif lunged to stand behind her back, blocking the pilot's view of the semi-naked woman.

“What are you doing?” he growled. “This is not permitted.”

“I spilled hot coffee on my shirt. It burned like crazy. Just give me two minutes to change into a clean shirt.” Eliza shrugged him off. “Turn around.”

“You’re indecent.” Sharif knew he should tear his eyes away, and turn around. The shape of her back, the soft shoulders, and her curves reminded him of the undulating terrain of the Sahara. The waistband of her pants rested low on her hips. Fighting his body's traitorous desires, Sharif growled, "Get into the bathroom."

"Too damn small." Eliza snatched a black lace camisole from her backpack and held it against her chest. “Go back to Buzz. I’ll be properly dressed in two minutes.” The plane lurched to the right. Eliza lost her balance and placed her feet farther apart.

Sharif grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back snug against his chest. He whispered into her ear. “Eliza, when are you going to stop tormenting me?” He half-hoped she didn't hear his confession above the roar of the twin engines.

“Do you want me to shut off who I am?”

He felt her body tense as if preparing to fight him off, then melt into his wall of muscle and bone.

The intimacy threw him into panic. In the span of one breath, he felt the old inclination to shun the pleasure, even to feel repulsed by the bliss. Allah forbids. But his drive to be honorable refused to allow the lie. He could no longer deny that Eliza, the impetuous and insane woman who had the audacity to expose his humanity, had become very dear to him.

“No, never," he said, placing a brief kiss on the corner of her mouth. Though he met her just seven weeks ago, he knew her as if they had spent a lifetime together. He knew the cadence of her voice, the swing of her stride, and the nuances of her moods. He marveled at the light that shimmered in her hair and lived in her eyes. He knew the capricious scent of her body, and could spy on her thoughts through the tilt of her head and curve of her mouth. He found it mystifying at the depth to which he understood this woman, like no other. Wanted her, like no other.

The warmth of her body spread like a warm breeze into his. Numbed by isolation and practiced sacrifice, fragments of his passion flared out of control. Hashim Sharif moaned. He couldn’t tell where his body ended and hers began. The dim light of the aircraft cabin sighed over her shoulders. If not for the lace camisole concealing her most alluring charms, his lust would have ruled his actions.

Over the years, the words “I love you” had become mute, lost under the weight of perceived duty and disconnection with his emotions. He was Captain Sharif, the noble Muslim warrior. He was not Hashim Sharif, the good man, worthy of Eliza MacKay.

Soft and warm, her hands covered his. Sharif shivered with need - to declare to man and Allah, Eliza was his. A violent shake of the aircraft shattered his lustful intentions. Sharif straightened, and wrestled his inner cop back into control. Love was for people not running for their lives.

She buttoned up a fresh shirt, turned to face him and flipped up her hair under the police cap. “There, no harm done.”

He lifted his cap and slapped it back down. “Around my family, we’ll have to maintain physical distance. No unnecessary conversation.”

“You’re the boss.” She smiled and patted his chest. “Anything you want, it shall be done.”

For the next hour Sharif and Eliza rested, fitfully sleeping, half relieved to be away from the terror in Samarra, and yet anxious about finding a resolution to the Sharif family’s safety. Sharif bolted upright in his seat when Buzz shook him awake.

“There’s trouble in Rumi, Sharif,” Buzz hollered. “Captain Khattab and his men are setup to meet you on the tarmac.”

   

Romance Under Fire

Author Feather Stone / F. Stone / Judy Weir

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On our cattle ranch, when an animal was in distress or injured, I was put in charge of nursing it back to health. Never mind that I was just a kid and hated the sight of blood, but I had to muster up the courage to apply home remedies. My survival rate was pretty good. It seemed like a foregone conclusion that I would progress to nursing – humans.

After one year into nurses training, I bolted. Bed pans and chronic diseases pushed me in different direction; a career of dealing with drug addicts, murder, suicide, fatalities, and biker gangs. In 1983 I graduated with honors as a paramedic and worked in the City of Edmonton’s Emergency Services. For the next twenty years, I came face to face with scenes most people would rather not think about. I loved it. Having experienced life in the most deadly and gut wrenching events, and work alongside the police service, I gained the fodder for creating intense novels.

 My first novel, The Guardian’s Wildchild, was published by Omnific Publishing in 2011. The setting is on a naval ship, under the command of a surely man who is under suspicion of treason. When a battered woman is brought to his ship for execution, he has no idea that she is about to turn his disciplined life into chaos – and that she is no ordinary woman. The Guardian’s Wildchild has a rating of 4.1 at Amazon.

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February 13:

Review by Lily Eva Blake

February 14:

Guest Post with Pat Garcia
Review and Guest Post with Juneta Key

February 15:

Featured in OPAL Magazine
Guest Post with Lily Eva Blake

February 16:

Review and Showcase with Nicki Elson
Showcase with Jennifer Lane

February 17:

Showcase with Nancee Cain
Interview with Tyler Wiegmann

February 18:

Review and Showcase with Yolanda Renee
Showcase with Michelle Willms

1.2.17

That's Offensive #IWSG

Happy February, everybody! I hope you're all in for a great month.

Recently, I had one of my writing insecurities materialize and roar at me like a tiny little dragon. While posting on a Facebook business page for my day job, I used a phrase that I say pretty regularly. I think it's snappy and cute, but it turns out, one of the customers found it offensive. (The phrase was: "make like a baby and head out" - as in, make like a tree and leave.)

For the life of me, I still can't understand why she was offended, and this makes me wonder if there are parts of my published works that people find offensive, things that I would never expect to be interpreted that way. I often feel like we've become an overly politically-correct culture, so I don't mind offending people if I'm being intentionally offensive, but I don't want to unintentionally offend them.

I guess this is why we have crit partners and editors and eventually reviewers - to help us only be offensive when we want to be, hehe. Thank you for listening. :)


I answered this month's question (How has being a writer changed your experience as a reader?) in the course of answering last months question, so you can see that here.


This post is part of the monthly blog hop/therapy session known as Insecure Writer's Support Group, founded by the one and clonely Alex J. Cavanaugh. Click below to join the group!

17.1.17

Keep warm this winter with #LOVE. Jeepers It's January #Giveaway


Welcome to the 2nd annual Jeepers It's January Giveaway Hop hosted by The Kids Did It and The Mommy Island.  My theme for this hop is - keep warm this winter with LOVE.

Don't you just LOVE a new romance? Does it make you want to dance? Maybe it's because we know everyone has to overcome some sort of hurdle - whether external or internal - to be able to take that leap into LOVE. In the three stand-alone novels of The It Series, each main character is a young urban professional who pushes LOVE to the sidelines only to discover it's all that matters.

In WHEN IT HITS YOU, Lyssa Bates thinks she can replace men with electronic toys.
(Special release pricing of only 99 cents until Valentine's Day!)

In WHEN IT HOOKS YOU, Trish Cerise sets a 3-date limit on her LOVE life.

In WHEN IT HOLDS YOU, Cliff Walsh vows to keep his romances digital-only.

[Click the book titles above to read full blurbs & reviews.]


My prize is a $5 gift card to Amazon that you can use toward whatever you LOVE.

Also, everyone who enters by subscribing to my author e-mail list will receive a free e-single prequel to The It Series! 




4.1.17

The Rule I Wish I'd Never Heard #IWSG #amwriting

Hi friends! Welcome to the first Insecure Writers Support Group meeting of the new year.

What has me insecure this month is that I wasn't able to return any blog visits last month. Every day I expected to find time to do it, and every day ended in failure. You see the problem, right? I expected to "find" time - when does extra time ever just jump out and shout howdy? Never. I need to make time. And that's what I vow to do this year, starting...NOW.

I'm also in anxiety mode this month over my upcoming release. The It Series will be complete on January 25! I'd love some support on this Thunderclap if you're willing & able. Thank you! And now on to this month's question...

 What writing rule do you wish you’d never heard?

Hmm...I've thought and thought about this, and I can't come up with one that I'm not glad to have learned. Maybe I just haven't learned enough of them yet to have found one I wish I didn't know. But sometimes, when I'm reading for fun and a book is driving me bananas because of excessive adverbs or passive writing or using waaay too many words to get the frigging point across, I wish I could unlearn all the rules and just enjoy the dang book. How about you - do you ever find that knowledge of the "rules" detracts from your reading enjoyment?


This post is part of the monthly blog hop/therapy session known as Insecure Writer's Support Group, founded by the one and clonely Alex J. Cavanaugh. Click below to join the group!