A Visit with Paige Tyler

Seal for her Protection COVERWhat genre(s) do you write in and why?

In the past, I’ve written erotic, sci-fi, time travel, western, contemporary, paranormal, and suspense. But these days I’m focused on romantic suspense and paranormal romantic suspense. Most of my stories have a military or law enforcement feel to them and blend in a good mix of romance, action, and intrigue.

Tell us about your current series.

As I mentioned, I write a lot of romantic suspense, much of it with military and action themes. But out of deference to my husband—a 20-year Army veteran—I’ve always refrained from writing anything in the Navy SEAL world. I typically lean on him for the guy’s perspective and military expertise in my suspense/action stories, and he was never thrilled with writing about something so far outside his wheelhouse, but then Cat Johnson (she of the Hot SEALs fame) asked me to write a story in her HOT SEALs Kindle World Series and that changed everything!

Cat has helped me out with so much, from boxed sets to promo suggestions, to the best way to increase my indie sales, I simply couldn’t say no when she asked me for a story. Besides I’ve wanted to write something involving SEALs for a while and this seemed like fate calling.

So I plied my husband with compliments and pizza until he agreed to help me, then dived into the world of the Navy SEALs. In between my other book commitments, I knocked out MY SEAL BODYGUARD and had an incredible time writing it. Once I got hubby involved in the research and action sequences, he started enjoying it too (though I’m sure he’ll never admit it).

When I got done writing with that first SEAL story, I knew I couldn’t stop. I was hooked! So I thought about it for a while and came up with the SEALs OF CORONADO, a series featuring the guys on SEAL Team 5 in San Diego and the women who fall for them. I figured everyone was showing all kinds of love to the SEAL guys on the East Coast, so I decided the ones on the West Coast should get the same attention. The first book in the series—SEAL FOR HER PROTECTION—hit the shelves on April 12th and I’m stoked!

 How has your experience with self-publishing been?

Generally good. For me, self-publishing is an ongoing learning process. You get to figure out what themes sell, what book lengths work best, what kind of promotion might help you sell, and what vendors do better than others. I’ll admit that sometimes I’ve written books that haven’t sold a lot because of the subject matter, but that’s part of the learning process.

 How likely are people you meet to end up in your next book?

Very! I meet so many amazing people at conferences and they all love to talk about the books I write. One of the joys of writing a long series (both my New York series X-OPS and SWAT, and the indie series I write, SEALs of CORONADO and DALLAS FIRE AND RESCUE, are all multi-book series) is that you have a chance to incorporate people you meet into the books. I wrote X-OPS Book 4 (HER FIRECE WARRIOR) with one very perfect real-life cover model in my head—even the hero’s name is the same as his. I have a fan who fell for a certain hero in SWAT, so I used her name for his heroine. I had one fan who wanted to be someone’s mother and another who wanted to be a bad guy in the X-OPS series. Another fan even pointed out something I hadn’t even thought of in a series, so I rewrote an entire future arc to include that storyline.

 Was your road to publication fraught with peril or a walk in the park?

I started out writing by hand, in a notebook. When they were ready, I typed them up and sent them to agents, but I rarely heard anything back.

Then when the internet came on the scene and I stumbled over a member’s only site that paid people chapter by chapter for erotic romance stories. I said to myself, “I could do that.” I ended up writing something like twenty books for that publisher. I grew and developed along with the digital press explosion, writing for three or four different publishers, getting better and better at my craft as I did.

Wanting to get to New York, I started doing the pitch thing at conferences and book signings. Those were tough and even though I had some really good books, I couldn’t get any traction with agents or publishers. By this point, I’d been writing for seven or eight years and was starting to think that maybe New York just wasn’t going to happen. But my husband, who’s my biggest cheerleader, kept me going and urged me to keep pursuing my dream.

Following the advice of a few fellow authors, I finally wrote a story that was completely different than anything I’d done before, a paranormal romance suspense with shifters paired with military/cops and a focus on action and danger. It was a great book. I simply had to find an agent who believed that as much as I did.

I went through 174 agents before I found a person who believed in that story as much as I did. That agent got me a New York deal for that book—HER PERFECT MATE—and the follow-on books (X-OPS). I just finished writing Book 6 in that series and am working on Book 6 of another series (SWAT) with the same publisher (Sourcebooks).

It took a long time to get where I am, but it was worth it.

 Tell us about your hero.  Give us one of his strengths and one of his weaknesses.

The hero is Petty Officer Chasen Ward. He became a Navy SEAL after 9/11 when someone close to him died because he wanted to do something to make sure that nothing like that ever happened again. Because he’s so dedicated to his team, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for them. He would die for any of those guys. While that makes him a perfect SEAL, it also wreaks havoc on his love life because it terrifies every woman he’s ever gotten involved with. He’s dedicated to his Team and has faced danger countless times as a SEAL, but the thing that scares him the most is falling for a woman who leaves because she can’t handle what he does for a living.

 Tell us about your heroine.  Give us one of her strengths and one of her weaknesses.

Hayley Garner is an investigative journalist with a nose for news and a desire to uncover the truth. That means going where the story is, even if it’s in the crappiest hellholes in the world. Like Chasen, she’s used to putting herself in danger on a regular basis for her job. Her strength is her fearlessness. She doesn’t let anything get in the way of going after a story, but it’s her weakness as well because it sometimes it puts her in situations that are dangerous not only to her, but the people around her.

 What are you currently working on?

Right now I’m working on STRONG SILENT SEAL, the second book in my SEALs of Coronado Series, which releases June 27th, as well as Book 6 in the SWAT Series.

 Please tell my readers a little bit about your book. 

 SEAL FOR HER PROTECTION

 When investigative journalist Hayley is kidnapped by terrorists, she’s sure they’re going to kill her. But in sweeps handsome Navy SEAL Chasen to rescue her. After getting her to safety, he disappears into the night before she can even thank him.

Weeks later, while covering a story on the local navy base, Hayley runs into Chasen again. Even though she didn’t see his face that night he rescued her, she can’t forget his beautiful blue eyes.

The attraction is immediate and intense…and Hayley finds herself falling into a fiery romance with the hunky hero out of her dreams. Guys like this aren’t supposed to really exist, but Chasen does…and dang is he hot.

But ever since she got back home, Hayley has had the feeling someone’s been watching her. Is it post-traumatic stress or does she have a reason to be afraid? Good thing she has a Navy SEAL there to watch over her!

 What is your writing routine like?

 I write like a psycho pretty much 7 days a week/365 days a year. I allow myself a little off time on Christmas and other big holidays, but I really try to write every day. I seriously have to because I’m on contract to publish four New York books a year and four to five indie books. It’s a stressful schedule that requires my fulltime commitment. I get up early (five in the morning), get hubby off to work, then start writing. With short breaks for eating and exercise, I usually work nonstop until going to bed every night.

 Having achieved your goal to be a published author, what is the most rewarding thing?   

 Having a fan come up to you and say they loved your story so much they couldn’t go to bed until they finished reading it. Oh, and seeing your book in the bookstore? Yeah…that’s kind of nice too.

Will you share some encouraging words for authors still struggling for that first contract? 

 Write because you love writing and have stories inside you that have to come out. Read reviews, but only to see if there’s anything valuable you can use to make your writing better. Forget the rest. Be willing to write stories that are unique and different and personal to you. They may not sell like hotcakes, but those stories will allow you to stretch and grow and find your voice.  Find a few fellow writers to lean on and learn from, and be willing to put yourself out there to learn your craft because it really is a process.

 What’s next for you?

 Right now, I’m working on STRONG SILENT SEAL, the second book in my SEALs of Coronado Series, which releases June 27th, as well as Book 6 in the SWAT Series. In addition to that, I’m launching my DALLAS FIRE & RESCUE Kindle World in October. If you’re not familiar with Kindle Worlds, it’s a platform where authors can legally write books in another author’s series. ABLAZE, Book 2 in my DALLAS FIRE & RESCUE Series releases in conjunction with the launch. As for other upcoming releases, readers can look for TO LOVE A WOLF (SWAT 4) June 7th, HER ROGUE ALPHA(X-OPS 5) September 6th, and WOLF UNLEASHED (SWAT 5) December 6th. All of them are available for pre-order.

He saved her from danger once before. Can he save her again, this time from danger he doesn’t even see coming?

When investigative journalist Hayley Garner is kidnapped by terrorists, she’s sure they’re going to kill her. But in sweeps handsome Navy SEAL Chasen Ward to rescue her. After getting her to safety, he disappears into the night before she can even thank him.

Weeks later, while covering a story on the local navy base, Hayley runs into Chasen again. Even though she didn’t see his face that night he rescued her, she can’t forget his beautiful blue eyes. The attraction is immediate and intense, and Hayley finds herself falling into a fiery romance with the hunky hero out of her dreams. Guys like this aren’t supposed to really exist, but Chasen does, and damn is he hot.

But ever since she got back home, Hayley has had the feeling someone’s been watching her. Is it post-traumatic stress or does she have a reason to be afraid? Good thing she has a Navy SEAL to protect her.

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BIO

Paige Tyler is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy, romantic suspense and paranormal romance. She and her very own military hero (also known as her husband) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their adorable fur baby (also known as their dog). Paige graduated with a degree in education, but decided to pursue her passion and write books about hunky alpha males and the kick-butt heroines who fall in love with them.

She is represented by Bob Mecoy.

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Wedding planner Felicia Bradford is in trouble. Mercenaries are holding her sister hostage and threatening to kill her unless Felicia helps them steal top secret information from the Navy’s Special Operations Headquarters. Having no other way to access the base, she pulls a gun on the first man in a Navy uniform she finds, demanding he get her through the gate.

Navy SEAL Logan Dunn just got back from a mission in Syria and is looking for a little down time to relax. That plan goes out the window when a beautiful woman shoves a gun in his back and begs him to do something he can tell she doesn’t want to be part of. Logan does what any Navy SEAL would do in the same situation—he saves the girl and takes out the bad guys.

But their actions that day kick off a crazy chain of events, including a fast-burning whirlwind romance, an out-of-control sister, an insane covert plot involving a defecting Russian pilot, a mercenary bent on revenge, and a sunrise wedding for a bride who never wakes up before noon.

Getting through her sister’s kidnapping will look like a piece of cake compared to what comes next.

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A Visit with Judi Lynn

CoockingupTroubleHow did you get started writing? 

When I was knee deep in diapers with my second daughter, my husband surprised me by paying for me to take a continuing education class at our local college:  Writing For Fun and Profit.  He babysat so that I could get out of the house and do something he knew I’d enjoy.  (Yes, he’s a keeper).  When I turned in an article for an assignment, the teacher told me that she thought I could sell it to Byline magazine.  I sent it and got back a check for $25.  I looked at my husband and said, “This is easy!”  Little did I knowJ

Tell us about your current series.

I wanted to write a small town romance.  I’d tried a romance bundle before, The Emerald Hills Collection, that included seven, short romances, one “lunch hour read” for each day of the week.  It was so much fun, I wanted to try a long version with the same feel, so Mill Pond was born.  Everyone knows everyone else, and there’ll be lots of happy ever afters.

What is your favorite part of writing?

I love the first gush of words when I start a book.  The whole first fourth is fun for me.  That’s when I introduce the characters, build relationships, and describe the setting.  Everything’s new.  My characters start walking and talking.  They come to life and surprise me sometimes.  It sets up what the book’s about and where it’s going.

What is your least favorite part of writing?

The middle muddle.  I’m a plotting nerd, but even with a plot point for each chapter, the middle starts feeling unwieldy, like the whole thing wants to sag.  I spend a lot of time trying to prop it up and make it keep moving, to add depth and complications.

What is your next project and when will it be released?

My second Mill Pond romance comes out in July.  When my critique partners read COOKING UP TROUBLE, they talked about Ian’s brother, Brody, as much as they talked about Ian.  One of them even told me she’d kick Ian to the curb and run away with BrodyJ  I thought that made him worthy of a book of his own.

What is most difficult for you to write?  Characters, conflict, or emotions?  Why?

Emotions.  I started out writing short mysteries—and those were plot driven.  They were more about clues and suspects than feelings.  Then I switched to urban fantasy—and those have lots of conflict, one small battle leading to a bigger battle until the big, bad battle at the end of the book.  There are more emotions than in the mysteries, but external forces drive the story more than internal ones.  When I wrote romances, I had to concentrate on internal conflicts, nuances, and internal dialogue.  It took me a while.

Was your road to publication fraught with peril or a walk in the park?CookingUpTroubleTour copy

My road was twisty and winding, and I think I walked from the East Coast to the West.  It was long!  That’s why I share what I’ve learned with my writers’ club.  I tell the new members, “Don’t do what I did.  Learn from my mistakes.”

Do you write under a pen name?  Why or why not?

I use a pen name for Kensington.  I self-published (with the help of Dystel and Goderich, because my agent’s awesome!) all of my urban fantasy bundles and novels under my name Judith Post.  Most romance readers aren’t into urban fantasy, and maybe vice versa, so I use Judi Lynn (Lynn’s my middle name) for the romances.

Do you have any rejection stories to share? 

I collected so many rejections over the years that I could have papered my writing room with them.  But oddly enough, to me, each rejection was a badge of honor.  It meant I finished a story and I sent it out.  I’ve watched quite a few really talented writers crumple under rejection, but when an editor passes on a story, it can be for a variety of reasons.  Maybe—which really happened to me—they just sold a mystery that hinged on Tarot cards.  Maybe they have so many stories waiting for slots, they just can’t buy any more.  And maybe—which I’ve been guilty of, too—you sent them a wonderful story that’s not the type they buy.  But the truth is, you can’t please everyone.  Writing’s subjective.  One person might love my story and the next person hate it.  Don’t take it personally.  It’s part of the profession.

Cooking Up Trouble Blurb:  Tessa Lawrence swore off men when she found her fiancée in the arms of another woman.  These days, she concentrates on caring for her small farm and running a bakery and farm stand out of its barn.  Ian McGregor moves to Mill Pond to build a resort on the property next to Tessa’s.  Tessa’s fine with that.  Mill Pond’s trying to attract more tourists.  The problem is, Ian understands business, but he’s never changed a tire or pounded a nail.  She finds herself helping him more than she expected, and spending time around Ian is a dangerous proposition.  The man’s far too good-looking and fun to be around.

Cooking Up Trouble by Judi Lynn Excerpt:

Grams raced into the barn on Friday morning and grinned at her.  “The news is all over town.”

Tessa shrugged.  “Mill Pond needs to find more to talk about.”

“Did you really dance, cheek to cheek, with Chase Carlton?”

“No cheeks were involved.  My boobs were smashed against his chest, and his hands groped my ass, but we never made cheek contact.”

Grams laughed.  “It’s about time!  No one knows what to think.  Chase told everyone he’d asked you to marry him.”

“I’m not sure shacking up is the same as marriage.”

Grams loved it.   “What a way to let the world know you’re ready to spread your wings.  I couldn’t have done it better myself.  Rumor is all the single guys in Mill Pond are ready to start courting.”

Tessa groaned.  “That’s not what I had in mind.”

“Oh, hell, enjoy it.  Tarnish your reputation a little more if you can.  It’s been spotless too long.”

Tessa shook her head and walked to the door to turn the sign to Open.  People rushed into the shop.  One of them was Ian.  He glared at her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to one side.  Not one person went to the glass cases.  They all milled around, looking innocent, trying their best to overhear their conversation.

“Is it true you’re going to marry Chase Carlton?”

“What?”  Tessa stared at him.  “Where did you hear that?”

“I drove to Garth’s Gas station to buy gas for the riding mower this morning.  Garth said the rumor’s flying all over town.”

Tessa sighed.  “He only gave me a friendship ring.  We thought we’d fool around first to see if we’re sexually compatible.”   Mouths dropped open and when Ian growled, Tessa laughed.  “Don’t believe everything you hear.  I danced with Chase last night.  That’s all.”

P1030252Judi Lynn bio:  I started out as an elementary teacher because I love kids.  When I had two daughters of my own, though, and stayed home with them, I couldn’t get my old position back.  Rules had changed.  No one would hire a teacher with a Master’s degree—they had to pay us more—so I turned to writing.  Not exactly a get-rich-quick scheme either!  I sold short stories to mystery magazines and anthologies, and then got brave enough to try writing novels.  The journey’s been fun!

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Excerpt from THE REPLACEMENT BRIDE by Cynthia Woolf

9781938887734CHAPTER 1

March 15, 1873

Jesse Donovan read the letter from his fiancée Rebecca Jane Flynn twice and still didn’t believe it. Finally he read it out loud.

March 6, 1873

Dear Jesse,

I know we were planning on being married when I came out to Hope’s Crossing in a few weeks. But, I can’t. I simply cannot give up living in New York City for some tiny town in the middle of nowhere in the Montana Territory. Do stores exist there or do you have to grow your own food? Can you actually see me scratching around in the dirt trying to plant seeds?

I’ve decided to stay in New York and marry Simon Coleridge. He may not have as much money as you now do, but he can keep me in the style I want to be kept. I hope you’ll find some nice woman who won’t mind living in a little town and getting her hands dirty.

Perhaps you can get a mail-order bride. Several agencies here in New York provide that service. The best known one is Matchmaker & Co. I’ve included a clipping from the newspaper with their advertisement.

Good luck, and have a happy life.

Rebecca Jane

Jesse crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it across the room. Then he slumped down into his chair and covered his face with his hands. Anger pushed through. He stood up and kicked the chair. Love isn’t real. Didn’t Rebecca Jane just prove that? He loved her and she dumped him like so much trash. That would never happen again.

He looked down at the clipping that had fallen onto the table when he opened the letter. He still needed a wife and a hostess. A mail-order bride? Him? He wouldn’t have to worry about love and Sam Longworth, the sheriff, had done all right. Jo was a beautiful woman who could cook, clean and hunt with Sam, both people and animals. Jo was a bounty hunter before she married Sam but she didn’t tell him until she had to when one of her bounties escaped and came after her.

Seems, if he remembered correctly, Sam had used this same mail-order bride company but not the one out of New York. Guess he better go talk to Sam…or Jo. She might be the one to ask about the brides that these places have.

With a shake of his head, Jesse picked up and read the advertisement.

Are you lonely? Looking for a wife to help you and care for you. Someone to have your children and keep your home. Apply at Matchmaker & Co. 221 Baker Avenue, New York City, New York or 467 10th Street, Golden, Colorado. Send your inquiries to the attention of Mrs. Maggie Black.

The office in Golden was closer, so Jesse would write to that one…after he talked to Jo.

He walked down to Sam and Jo’s house, next to the jail. Jesse heard a commotion on the other side of the door and wondered if he should knock but he did anyway.

Moments later the door opened and Jo Longworth stood there with a crying baby in her arms.

“Oh, Jesse. Just the person I need.”

She thrust the crying baby at him then hurried into the kitchen.

Jesse jostled the infant to quiet his crying. “Shh, now you’re fine.”

The baby stared wide-eyed at him.

Jesse followed Jo to the kitchen. “Hello, Paul.” Jesse crooned to the baby. “What’s the matter? Is your mama being mean to you? Hmm?”

“No,” came the reply from the kitchen. “I’m not being mean to him. He needs changing, and I have to get the clothes off the line before he can have a clean diaper. Hold him for a bit, will you?”

“Sure. Holding him reminds me of caring for my baby sisters and brothers.”

Jesse sat at the table and held little Paul with his hands cupped around the baby’s head and the child’s feet at Jesse’s elbows, His body cradled and protected from the hard wood by Jesse’s arms.

Jo came back inside with a basket full of clean dry clothes. Her pretty blond hair in a bun at her nape, but wisps of hair escaped framing her face in long curls. She was tall and had pretty blue eyes. If he found someone as pretty as Jo, he’d be a lucky man.

“I’ll take him now. As soon as I change him you can have him back. He does seem to love you so.”

She pulled two diapers off the top, and laid a towel on the table. Then she came over to Jesse and Paul, picking up the baby and changing his diaper on the towel.

“I have a way with babies and small children.” But not with women.

“Indeed you do. But you didn’t come all this way to take care of Paul for me. What can I do for you? Would you like a cup of coffee?” She jutted her chin toward the stove.

Jo gave Paul back to Jesse and then tackled the folding of the clothes in the basket.

“Yes, coffee would be good.”

With the baby in his arms he angled his head and looked at Jo.

“Why did you become a mail-order bride? You’re a beautiful woman. You could have your choice of men.”

“I take it you think I’m not good enough,” said Sam as he entered from the living room.

“No, it’s not that.” He didn’t want to tell them but he decided he should. “You might as well know. Rebecca Jane has decided to marry someone else and stay in New York City. She didn’t want to come to the wilds of Montana and Hope’s Crossing.”

Jo came over and hugged him around the shoulders, while he sat holding her son. “You deserve better than some rich hoity-toity woman, but I’m so sorry anyway.”

Jesse shrugged. “Don’t be. I’ll just get a replacement.”

Sam, tall, with brown hair and mustache, raised his eyebrows. “A replacement…bride?”

“That’s right. I’m sending for a mail-order bride. Like Jo.”

“Like…Jo?” repeated Sam, glancing toward his wife.

“Yes.” Jesse noticed a disbelieving tone to Sam’s voice. “Is there something wrong?”

“You do realize how lucky I was to get Jo?” asked Sam.

“He can be just as lucky,” said Jo as she went back to folding her laundry. “Are you using the same company? Matchmaker & Co? Mrs. Black is very good and she’ll make sure you are who and what you say you are before she sends one of her ladies.”

Sam grinned. “She’s not as cautious with the girls.”

“Not true.” Jo shook her head. “She knew I was a bounty hunter, knew everything there was to know about me and accepted me anyway. She said I was exactly what you needed.”

“Sounds to me,” Jesse put the baby up on his shoulder and stood, “like this Mrs. Black knows more than what we tell her.”

“She sends a man to screen you before she accepts you as a client,” said Jo.

“I guess I better write her then.” He handed little Paul back to his mother. “If I expect to get married any time soon.” Regardless of what I think of her process, it’s a necessary evil and she does get good results. He looked over at Sam and Jo. Sam was holding Paul now while Jo finished with the laundry. If only I could get as lucky, I’ll be a happy man. Won’t I? And what about Harry Smith? Is it fair to bring a wife here when Harry’s threatening to get even with me for firing him?

March 16, 1873

Dear Mrs. Black,

My name is Jesse Donovan. I’m six feet tall with brown hair, brown eyes and all my teeth. I’ve included a recent photograph. I am a miner who struck the big one and am now quite wealthy. I am in need of a wife who can serve as my hostess and give me children. My former fiancée decided to remain in New York and marry someone else, rather than venture to Hope’s Crossing. I’m looking for someone who will not be put off by living in a small town. I’ve built a new house, the nicest in town, and need someone to help me care for my home and fill it with children.

I’ve been referred to you by Jo Shafter, now Longworth. She said that you have the extraordinary ability to pick the right woman for each man, or perhaps I should say the perfect man for each of your ladies.

Yours Sincerely,

Jesse Donovan

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A Visit with Kate McMurray

Ten Days In AugustWhat genre(s) do you write in and why?

I am undoubtedly a romance author (I’ve been drawn to love stories my whole life, and I find a great deal of comfort in the HEA, as a reader and as a writer), though I dabble in a few different genres. Most of my published books are contemporary, though I have also written what I think of as light paranormal stories (books that are largely contemporaries with some paranormal elements) and now historicals.

What is your next project and when will it be released?

The current book is Ten Days in August, a historical romance set in NYC during a heat wave in 1896. This summer, I also have a category romance called The Greek Tycoon’s Green Card Groom coming out, part of Dreamspinner Press’s Dreamspun Desires line (gay romances in the mold of old Harlequins, a project that I, as a longtime Harlequin reader, am delighted to be a part of). I also have two backlist reissues out this year: Out in the Field, a romance between two major league baseball players, will be out in May, and The Boy Next Door, my take on a contemporary small-town romance, will be out in August.

Tell us about your hero.  Give us one of his strengths and one of his weaknesses.

Ten Days in August has two heroes. Hank Brandt is a no-nonsense police detective. He’s clever and willing to take risks, but this sometimes means he prioritizes justice over practicality and his own career. He’s a little sloppy, too, preferring his own comfort over protocol, as demonstrated in the excerpt. Nicky Sharp sings and dances at a club for men seeking men, and he usually does his act in drag. Nicky is friendly and loves his family, but he doesn’t trust easily and tends to keep people at a distance. For both heroes to get their HEA, they have to overcome a lot of their own limitations to be with each other.

What genres are you drawn to as a reader?
I read a little of everything, although I love in particular historical romance (I like binging on Regencies), contemporary romance (especially if it’s a little edgy or different), and romantic suspense.

Do you prefer to read in the same genres you write in or do you avoid reading that genre? Why?

I tend to read in the same genres I write. I draw inspiration from good writers, and I write books that I’d want to read. I also like a lot of edgier books that deal with heavy issues I don’t see myself writing, although who knows?

Has your muse always known what genre you would write and be published in?

Probably. I’m not sure that I did. True story: when I was in sixth grade, we read a short story in my English class, and one of my assignments was to write an alternate ending to the story. It seemed obvious to me that the big warrior and the princess from the story were going to fall in love and get married. Apparently I’m the only one who thought so; my teacher told me I was a romantic. Then I graduated from college with a literature degree and thought I was writing mainstream literary fiction for awhile, but after a hiatus from reading romance, I got back into it and realized it was what I’d been wanting to write all along.

What are you currently working on?

TenDaysinAugustTour copyI have a bunch of projects in various states of completion, including a romance between a second-chance romance fashion designer and a photographer, a series about the lawyers who work in a well-respected law firm with lots of political intrigue, and a series about cops in the 80s that is really at its beginning stages. (I always work on 2 or 3 things simultaneously. It’s just how my brain works.)

Do you have any words of inspiration for aspiring authors?

My advice: believe all things are possible. I think writers get in their own way a lot, thinking they aren’t good enough or that their work doesn’t have value. I know a couple of writers who are brilliant but not published yet because they keep holding themselves back. Readers aren’t interested in what they write, they tell me, or they’ll never get an agent, or they’ll never sell more than ten copies. But I’m here to tell you, nothing will happen if you don’t start shopping that story around. It may just be the next big thing.

What did you want to be when you were a child?
I’ve wanted to be a teacher on and off over the years. I never really pursued it, but have found a way to incorporate it into my career in other ways. (I work in educational publishing, writing and editing textbook content mostly, and I teach classes at writers conventions, which I find really rewarding.) When I was a teenager, I really wanted to be a fashion designer. I took fashion drawing classes and made a scrapbook of looks cut out from the catalogs my mother got in the mail (which is essentially how I use Pinterest now; that scrapbook is a digital compendium of pretty clothes), and I had notebooks full of sketches of my designs. I chickened out and didn’t apply to art school, but I think it’s always been clear I’d end up doing something creative when I grew up. If I hadn’t become a writer, I would have gone into art or music.

 Do you or have you belonged to a writing organization?  Which one?  Have the helped you with your writing?  How?
I’m currently president of the New York City chapter of Romance Writers of America. I ran for president because I wanted to give back, because I’ve gotten a lot out of my membership. I’ve met so many wonderful people, gotten lots of good advice and encouragement, networked with people who have helped my career. I really do think it is absolutely worthwhile to join if you’re a romance writer.

Blurb

From the Lower East Side to uptown Manhattan, a curious detective searches for clues on the sidewalks of New York—and finds a secret world of forbidden love that’s too hot to handle…

New York City, 1896. As the temperatures rise, so does the crime rate. At the peak of this sizzling heat wave, police inspector Hank Brandt is called to investigate the scandalous murder of a male prostitute. His colleagues think he should drop the case, but Hank’s interest is piqued, especially when he meets the intriguing key witness: a beautiful female impersonator named Nicholas Sharp.

As a nightclub performer living on the fringes of society, Nicky is reluctant to place his trust in a cop—even one as handsome as Hank. With Police Commissioner Theodore Roosevelt cracking down on vice in the city, Nicky’s afraid that getting involved could end his career. But when he realizes his life is in danger—and Hank is his strongest ally—the two men hit the streets together to solve the crime. From the tawdry tenements of the Lower East Side to the moneyed mansions of Fifth Avenue, Nicky and Hank are determined to uncover the truth. But when things start heating up between them, it’s not just their lives on the line. It’s their love…

 

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Nicholas Sharp—stage name Paulina Clodhopper—stood outside Club Bulgaria in his street clothes, smoking the last of a cigarillo. It was doing nothing to calm his nerves. He tossed the butt of it toward the street and rearranged the red scarf draped around his neck. It was too hot for such frippery, but he had an image to maintain, and besides, the police were on their way. He wanted to look somewhat respectable. Really, though, Nicky would have much preferred a long soak in an ice bath while wearing nothing at all.

The sun blared down on the Bowery and it smelled like someone had died—which, Nicky acknowledged, had happened in truth—and it was nearly unbearable, but he couldn’t stand inside any longer. Not with Edward laid out on the floor like… well. Nicky didn’t want to think of it.

A man in rolled-up shirtsleeves and an ugly brown waistcoat, his hands shoved in his pockets, walked down the street toward Nicky. The man beside him must have been boiling inside his crisp police uniform.

The man in uniform looked Nicky up and down with an expression of deep skepticism on his face. “Are you Mr. Juel?” His tone indicated his real question was, Are you even a real man?

Nicky bristled. “No, darling. He’s inside.”

The man in shirtsleeves said, “You work here?”

“Yes.”

This man was really quite attractive, in a sweaty, disheveled way, though Nicky supposed there was no way around that in this weather. The man pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and then pulled the dusty bowler hat off his head, revealing dark brown hair cut short. He wiped his whole face from his damp forehead to his thick mustache before he dropped the hat back on his head. There seemed to be a strong body under the wrinkled clothing, but it was hard to tell. Still, this man intrigued Nicky. His companion in the uniform was blond and bearded and looked considerably more polished, but in a bland way. The disheveled man was far more interesting.

“I’ll take you in to see Mr. Juel,” Nicky said. “That is, if I could have your names.”

“I’m Detective Stephens,” said the uniformed man briskly.

“Hank Brandt,” said the man in shirtsleeves.

“Acting Inspector Henry Brandt,” Stephens said. “Honestly, Brandt, there are protocols.”

Brandt grunted and waved his hand dismissively at Stephens. To Nicky, he said, “And you are?”

“Nicholas Sharp. Come with me.” He led the police officers inside.

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Kate McMurray is an award-winning author romance author and an unabashed romance fan. When she’s not writing, she works as a nonfiction editor, dabbles in various crafts, and is maybe a tiny bit obsessed with base­ball. She is currently president of the New York City chapter of Romance Writers of America. She lives in Brooklyn, NY.

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A Visit with Kathryn Jordan

FlickersI’d always wanted to be a writer ever since I was a child. I must have been 8 years old when it finally dawned on me that actual people wrote books. They didn’t just magically appear in the library – some person wrote them! Why couldn’t I learn to do that? But it took me many years to realize that dream. My first novel, DAGGERSPELL, was published when I was 42.

What got me started was, oddly enough, a negative example.  I read a story published in a national magazine that was so bad that I thought, “I can do better than this!”  Of course, I couldn’t on the first try, but I kept at it and improved. The first novel I wrote was horrible. I’ve never shown it to anyone but my husband.  He was kind about it.  The second one was the first version of the book that became FLICKERS, the book that’s coming out now, 36 years after I started writing it!

Although that version never sold, it did get me my agent. I’ve been with the same agency since 1981, longer than some people stay married. At various times in the past years, I’d revise FLICKERS some more, and Elizabeth would try to sell it, but we never found a publisher for it.

In the meantime,  I wrote 29 other books under my married name, Katharine Kerr.  These all fall into the science fiction and fantasy genres, but they differ from most because they emphasize character as much as action.  I should point out something about the name Kathryn Jordan, come to think of it.  Jordan was my grandmother’s maiden name. I wanted a new name for FLICKERS, because I figured that people who liked my other genre work might not care for this book. And vice versa – someone who loved historicals and love stories might be disappointed by bloody civil wars in an imaginary medieval kingdom or space ship chases!

What I didn’t realize was there’s another author named Kathryn Jordan who’s published several category Romances. So I hope readers will be able to tell us apart!

Eventually, however, I revised FLICKERS one last time, and it finally found a home with the Lyrical line of Kensington Books.  I’m often asked if I have any advice for new writers.  Based on my experience with FLICKERS, I’d say, “Never give up! But be willing to postpone.”  It’s a lot of work to write a full-length book. It takes a full year’s time to write a 500 to 600 page novel properly.  When a lot of writers fail to sell their first book to a traditional publisher, they give up in disappointment – or else they refuse to write another and self-publish what they have without fixing its problems.

Out of all the self-published novels, only a very few have ever sold well.  This isn’t because of self-publishing itself, but because most of these novels just aren’t finished yet.  Some were never worth publishing in the first place, true, but of those I’ve sampled over the past couple of years, many have promise. They could be good with the right kind of work.  And what is that work? Revision.  Finding problems, the scenes that drag, the character that no one will ever believe, the ridiculous hole in the plot, and then ruthlessly cutting and rewriting until everything works.

Lay your  first book aside and write another.  Then return to that first project, and most likely you’ll see what it needs. Every book you write will teach you something. I have no patience with writers who refuse to revise.  No one can write a solid, well-crafted book in the first pass through.  It’s like that old joke, “How can I know what I mean until I hear myself say it?” Once you hear it, then you can work on saying it properly.

If you have some trustworthy friends who also write, you can set up a critique group and meet regularly to discuss your work.  Just make sure you do a little research about running a group so you can avoid some of the problems a badly-run group can create.

What am I working on now? Another Katharine Kerr book, a fantasy set in my imaginary world of Deverry.  It doesn’t havein love black bg a title yet, or I’d tell you.  The publisher disliked the title I had for it, and when it comes to marketing, publishers rule with an iron fist. But I hope to eventually return to the world of FLICKERS, to Southern California and the silent movies, as the film industry consolidates in Hollywood for the Roaring Twenties.

Blurb:

Set in the dynamic years leading up to the Roaring Twenties, Flickers turns its lens on California’s glamorous silent film era, as Victorian civilities are swept away by a bold new century . . .
Violet Winters is the daughter of one of California’s wealthy robber barons.  Jack Sutter is the gardener’s son.  In their youth, the two were inseparable. But in 1913 everything is changing, and despite their feelings for each other, adulthood has come between them. Their vastly different social positions leads Violet to marry the aloof but socially perfect Maury Rediston. Jack vows to win Violet back while carving out a new life for himself in the burgeoning motion picture industry.  Tip Rediston, Violet’s brother-in-law, also gets drawn into the bohemian world of the flickers. As handsome as he is troubled, Tip starts his climb to stardom despite his family’s disapproval.  But as social changes, political upheaval, and war change the world around them, Violet, Jack, and Tip learn that things are never as easy as they seem on the silver screen. . .

Excerpt:

Nineteen-year-old Violet Winter’s wealthy family has quietly but firmly pressured her into marrying the respectable Maury Rediston, rather than the working-class boy she really loves, Jack Sutter.  Although Vi has always had doubts about her marriage, the doubts turn to near-panic when it’s too late for her to back out: during the ceremony itself.

On and on they marched, one slow step at a time, until at last Violet and her father reached the altar steps, where Father Strout, resplendent in white and gold, waited for her. Josiah kissed her cheek below the veil, then handed her over to Father Strout. The priest’s hand was cold and moist, as reassuring as holding a frog. When Josiah turned away, taking the page boy with him to their seats in the front pew, Violet wanted to cry aloud for him to come back.

The ceremony broke over her like an ocean wave. They had rehearsed it so often that her body went throught the motions perfectly, her mouth spoke the responses, her eyes saw every detail: the priest’s calm eyes, the white roses at the altar, the solemn line of bridesmaids and ushers. Yet all that she was truly aware of was her hand moving back and forth between Maury and Father Strout. At last her hand came to rest in Maury’s for the last time. The best man, Tip Rediston, stepped forward and held out the ring-box, where the thin gold band glittered on white velvet. Father Strout picked it out and held it up for the blessing. When Violet caught Tip’s eye, he winked at her. This touch of human feeling made her come to herself. As Maury slipped the ring on her finger, No, Violet thought, no, I shouldn’t be doing this.

“Repeat after me,” Father Strout said. “With this ring, I do thee wed.”

Maury smiled like a man closing a trap.

“With this ring,” he said. “I do thee wed.”

When they knelt for the Lord’s Prayer, Maury squeezed her hand so tightly that her fingers ached. The ceremony boomed on, a prayer at a time echoing through the hushed church. Violet hardly heard the blessing. When she rose, Maury smoothed back her veil and leant down to kiss her in front of God and man. His eyes were full of longing, so deep, so sexual, that she was frightened, her hands shaking on his chest. As he stepped away, Rosie came forward and handed her the bouquet; the bells began to peal; the congregation was rising and filing out. Maury took her hand and squeezed it again.

I’m married, Violet thought.  Jack, Jack, I’m sorry.

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Kathryn Jordan lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband, two cats, and a vagrant skunk.  Although she spent her childhood in a Great Lakes industrial city, she became a confirmed Californian at age nine, when her family relocated to Santa Barbara, the “Santa Luisa” of the novel.  All it took was one winter without five feet of snow turning into black urban slush to convince her that the move had been worthwhile.  FLICKERS, her first historical novel, is a new departure for her career. Under the name of Katharine Kerr, she’s also the author of the Nola O’Grady series of light-hearted urban fantasy novels.

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Excerpt from DEADLY REBOOT by CJ Matthews

CJMatthew_DeadlyReboot_2500pxGinger Odom tapped a finger on the steering wheel, impatient for the red light to turn green. From out of nowhere, a Peachwood PD patrol car loomed in the rearview mirror and rolled to a stop behind her. “Not tonight,” she groaned and blotted the perspiration from her upper lip. She’d never put much stock in the concept of Karma. Instead her life fulfilled the adage that no good deed went unpunished.

Earlier today, in a marshmallow moment, she’d agreed to cover for a fellow waitress with a sick kid. Ended up working a full second shift at the Shamrock Café. Besides helping a friend, the extra money would add to her growing savings for nursing school. The fulfilling career of her dreams, especially now that she lived alone. Just after 2:00 a.m., her feet screaming in protest, she’d stumbled out to the café parking lot. Only to discover the air-conditioning in her late husband’s old pickup had chosen tonight to completely conk out.

Now a traffic cop was stopped right behind her? Head throbbing in time to her heartbeat, she chewed on her lower lip. Maybe she’d expire from heatstroke before he figured out a reason to write her a ticket.

The signal turned green. Ginger winced as her aching foot pressed cautiously on the accelerator. She prayed the old clunker wouldn’t decide to act up now. The fact the rusted heap was paid for didn’t begin to make up for its history of sudden backfires, puddles of dripped oil, or frequent burping billows of smoke.

Strictly adhering to the posted speed limit, she approached her turnoff and once again checked her rearview. Thank heavens, no exhaust smoke. Plus, no blue flashing lights. A flicker of hope dared to tease her until the police car followed into the turn, staying right behind her.

She could barely make out the patrolman inside his automobile. On this dark stretch of road, even the street lamps seemed dim and too far apart. Ginger tilted her head and enjoyed the slight breeze from both the open windows. Almost home, she consoled herself, where the new AC unit in her small mobile home worked great. The deserted street wound through graded but otherwise undeveloped land. As she passed the neighborhood’s solitary construction site, Ginger relaxed her grip on the steering wheel.

Suddenly blue-and-red flashing lights filled the mirrors. Her heart thundered. What had she done wrong? Damn. A traffic ticket definitely had no place in her already anemic budget. She pulled over until half the truck was on the dirt shoulder, turned the key to shut down the engine, and dug for her wallet. Driver’s license and car registration in hand, she waited.

After several long minutes, the uniformed patrolman slowly approached her side of the truck. From a cautious angled position at the open window, he tipped his head slightly. “Do you know why I pulled you over?”

She gritted her teeth but managed a pleasant voice. “No, Officer. No idea.”

“Your right taillight’s not working. License, please.”

“Sorry.” She extended the laminated document through the open window.

“Stay right here, Ms. Odom.” Head down, he strolled back to his police car. Sliding behind the wheel, he pulled his door closed.

While the oppressive Georgia heat made her aching body reek of fried grease and her deodorant fail, he sat in air-Knights chessconditioned comfort. Did he have to keep those lights flashing? Talk about humiliating. Twin beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. How much did a ticket for a burned-out taillight cost? More than she’d made in tips tonight?

A new unbudgeted expense meant she’d need to pick up yet another extra shift. No way was she dipping into her nursing school tuition savings. Tears burned at the back of her eyes. She had no one to blame. Since her husband’s death, the responsibility of maintaining the truck fell to her.

Headlights from another vehicle appeared in her side mirror. Then just as quickly clicked off as the new arrival pulled to a stop behind the patrol car.

Ginger’s self-pity evaporated. Replaced by hot indignation. She gritted her teeth. The uniformed traffic cop checking her license had called for backup? For a routine traffic stop? At what point had she or her crap pickup truck presented a threat?

Squinting at the rearview mirror, she couldn’t see anything but the garish colors of the pulsing lights. She switched back to her side mirror. Through the strobe effect, she watched a dark outline step from the newly arrived car. Was it an unmarked vehicle? Maybe the patrolman’s supervisor checking up on him? Somewhat comforted at the thought, her anger ratcheted down a couple of notches.

The shadowy figure crossed behind the patrol car and moved along the passenger side. The dark outline finally stopped in her blind spot near her truck’s tailgate and right rear fender. She recognized the positioning from TV police shows and movies.

No doubt in her mind, the new arrival was here as backup. Jeez.

Finally, the uniformed cop stepped out of his car and approached her window. She strained to hear any sounds, voices. The two didn’t exchange a greeting that she could hear. Apparently full of newfound bravery thanks to backup buddy, this time the officer stood squarely in her window frame. Bent forward a bit, and she could see his face.

“I cited you for the nonfunctioning taillight.” He eased a metal ticket holder toward her. “You need to sign at the bottom.”

Ginger thought she heard a faint crunching sound. Footsteps in the dirt. Approaching the open window of her front passenger door. She started to turn, to check it out, when the cop with the ticket said, “It’s not an admission of guilt.” Readjusting her gaze, she looked him square in the eye.

“You’re simply agreeing,” he said, “to appear at—”

A gunshot exploded across the inside of the truck. The deafening sound reverberated through the interior. Ears numb, she screamed but couldn’t hear her voice.

The ticket holder and a pen dropped into her lap. Grabbing for his neck, the traffic officer made a horrible gurgling sound. Warm blood spurted through the window, splattering on her face. Ginger froze in horror.

A second shot blasted through the car. It drove the patrolman back with one staggering step. He wobbled, pitched backward, and landed flat on his back in the road.

She gasped for air. Screamed again. Her heart thundered in her chest. She had to help him. Gripping the bloody door handle, she craned her neck to see out the window. The top half of his body was visible. But it was enough.

Blood from his neck wound drenched his shirt. Stained the pavement around his head. A dark circle, the bullet hole in his forehead slowly oozed blood. Lifeless eyes stared up at the night sky. He was dead.

Ginger screamed again and again. Gagged as her dinner rose in her throat. She swallowed fast. Dipped her head to fight the blackness and nausea. That’s when she noticed his ticket holder in her lap. Her driver’s license clipped to the corner. Everything was spattered with the dead policeman’s blood.

He’d been murdered. A new fear clenched at her chest. Was she next? She whipped her head around, searching for the backup guy. The killer.

Shadow man had disappeared. The only thing framed in the open passenger window was darkness. Her startled gaze dropped to the passenger seat. Her purse was gone.

In its place, on top of her grease-stained work apron, was a big gun. Like the one Dirty Harry used in the movie. Next to the gun sat two crumpled latex gloves.

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Ginger Odom has sworn to become self-reliant…

Until she is arrested in a small town and framed for the murder of a police officer. Seems everyone in the community wants her behind bars, regardless of the truth, so her aunt enlists the help of the Paladin Group. A team of wounded former military men and woman, now civilian lawyers and investigators, they rescue people in serious trouble.

Hale Peters is determined to ignore his knee injury…

The former Air Force Pararescueman, wounded during a rocket attack on Bagram Airfield, Afghanistan, accepts his first reboot for Paladin. His mission—keep Ginger safe until he can prove her innocence—becomes a bigger challenge than expected when he and Ginger clash over who’s in charge.

The Devil Dogs just want to help…

The group of older veterans steps up to assist, but when Ginger’s life is threatened by the real killer, Hale and Ginger need to work together if they hope to stay alive.

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CJ at DellCJ Matthew grew up in an Air Force family traveling and living all over the US and around the world. It proved to be the perfect experience for gathering ideas and material for future books. And for meeting real heroes and heroines in uniforms or flightsuits.

When she isn’t writing or reading romances, CJ enjoys spending time with her two grown children and their spouses, her brilliant grandson, and feisty cat, Max. Schedule permitting, CJ loves to travel, to discover new favorite places as well as meeting new friends in both the US and around the world.

Max flatly refuses to travel.

CJ also writes a paranormal romantic suspense series. The Dolphin Shore Shifters features dolphins capable of shape shifting into human form. Posing as humans, they are committed to protecting the oceans at any cost through their high-profile conservation corporation, Save Blue Water, based in Santa Barbara, California.

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Laced by Love by Linda Carroll-Bradd

 

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The empty space looked out onto a gentle incline down to a bend in the river. A variety of trees lined the moving water, and dried grasses waved along the ground.

“Park facing outward between the saloon here and those shops down there.” He pointed toward the fork in the road. “Flynn, the equipment wagon goes closest to the saloon. There’s a slope on the back side so don’t forget to set the blocks on the wheels.”

“Really?” Nola scoffed. “Doesn’t he realize we’ve done this enough times and in all types of terrain to know the routine?” She shook her head as she angled the wagon to the uphill side of the road.

Dorrie and Cinnia hopped to the ground to perform their roles as parking guides. They walked near the front wheel and shouted instructions as Nola cajoled the horses to back the showman’s wagon into position. Each driver repeated the action, making sure to allow walking space between the wagon wheels. Soon, the six wagons stood in a straight line, tongues facing the street. This time, their lavender wagon was positioned next to Mr. Thomas’s, who had parked close to a building that looked like a newly constructed shop of some type.

Within minutes, the area was a beehive of activity. Sturdy rope lines strung between the trees and square wooden posts the men hammered into the ground created a temporary corral. The horses were unharnessed and let loose into the grass-covered space.

With a long-legged stride, Nola walked Captain and Skipper down to the river to let them drink their fill after the day-long journey. Other drivers followed her path with their horses. Whistled notes of an unknown tune floated on the late afternoon air.

Arney, the juggler, joined them, rolling a wheelbarrow for collecting rocks to create the fire pit for cooking. Others opened windows to air out the wagons or set out folding stools for evening use.

Dorrie and Cinnia unclamped a roll of wire netting and poles from the underside of the wagon. Working together like they had many times in the past, they set the poles and then wrapped the netting around the outside. Simple cord ties secured the netting to the uprights, and when they finished, a rectangular pen for the dogs stood only a few feet away from the wagon’s filigreed metal steps.

Gigi and Queenie rolled in the grass and chased each other, happy for the freedom after being cooped up in the wagon or restrained by leashes for hours.

Tasks that were everyday and routine to the troupe seemed to be of interest to the townspeople. As Cinnia set out their three folding stools, she heard whispers from the front of the wagon. When she leaned over and looked underneath, she saw five or six sets of small-sized feet. Good. Children were often the best ambassadors of advertisement for the shows, because they pestered their parents to attend. Families always had an enjoyable time because of the variety of the acts—an entertainment for everyone.

What she hadn’t expected was the tall blond-haired man who leaned against a clapboard building just past Mr. Thomas’ wagon. Dressed in a buff-colored shirt and denim trousers held up with suspenders, he looked like a shopkeeper, rather than a miner. But, even from twenty feet away, she could feel the intensity of his gaze as he watched her movements. Different from the leers she often had to endure, she sensed this man’s scrutiny was more curious, like he wasn’t sure what he observed.

The long day of travel undoubtedly had taken a toll on her appearance. Being in the direct sunlight had probably increased the number of freckles dotting her cheeks. Encountering a steady breeze while traveling on the prairie was a given. She slipped a hand up her neck to check for any stray hairs coming loose from her bun. Maybe not too much fixing would be needed to make herself more presentable.

“Who are you primping for?” Nola nudged her with an elbow as she passed.

Cinnia stumbled off-balance then clamped her jaw tight. Leave it to her older sister to be obvious and obnoxious. She picked up a stool to relocate it, taking a peek over her shoulder, only to spy the bare plank wall of the building. Her shoulders slumped.

Her mystery man had disappeared.

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As a young girl, Linda was often found lying on her bed reading about fascinating characters having exciting adventures in places far away and in other time periods. In later years, she read and then started writing romances and achieved her first publication–a confession story. Married with 4 adult children and 2 granddaughters, Linda writes heartwarming contemporary and historical stories with a touch of humor from her home in the southern California mountains.

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An Interview with Lee Prescott

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Thank you, Cindy for welcoming me to your wonderful blog. This is one of my favorite places to search for great books! I am pleased to highlight my romantic suspense series, The Roger and Bess Mysteries in this post. There are three books in this series with the fourth coming in fall of 2016.

What genre(s) do you write in and why? ?

I write the books I love to read — contemporary romances, mysteries (three different series), and YA fiction. I enjoy reading biographies, but I doubt I will ever attempt to write one! I’ve published three nonfiction books in my field of literacy education.

Tell us about your current series.

The first Roger and Bess mystery, A Friend of Silence, was written twenty eight years ago. I wrote the second and third titles, In the Name of Silence and The Silence of Memory, more recently, and I am drafting book #4 right now. The setting is a New England coastal village, where Bess teaches at a Quaker School, hence the silence in the titles. Sergeant Roger Demaris, Bess’ former lover, investigates a vicious murder at Old Harbor Friends School and the two reunited after twenty years. Their developing relationship forms the heart of this series as they work together to solve murders and other crimes.

What is your favorite part of writing?

Getting carried away by my characters. A cup of tea, a story unfolding before me, and I gleefully step into my fictional worlds. I also love revising, but am a terrible proofreader.

What is your least favorite part of writing?

Rereading one of my published books and finding typos despite expert copyediting and proofing. I feel like I’ve let my readers down and they deserve a clean, perfect book every time!

What is your next project and when will it be released?

My next projects are book #4 in the Ricky Steele series, book #4 of my Morgan’s Run, contemporary romance series, (for those of you who know the series, this will be Sam and Rose’s story) and the fourth Roger and Bess book. All three aforementioned books are in early drafts. If I had to guess, I’d say the Morgan’s Run title will be published first, in late summer and the others in the fall of 2016. If you sign up for my newsletter or push the yellow “follower button” on Amazon, you’ll have access to my updates as publishing dates draw near.

How has your experience with self-publishing been?

Terrific from day one! The best part is hearing from readers who love the books and want more. I am so grateful to them, one and all.

Give us an elevator pitch for your book.

Full of suspense, danger and romance, the Roger and Bess Mysteries are peopled strong, deeply human characters who will make you smile, laugh, cry and care. The stories will touch your heart, keep you on the edge of your seat, and have you guessing right up to the end!

Tell us about your hero.  Give us one of his strengths and one of his weaknesses.

Rough around the edges, the darkly handsome forty something, Roger Demaris’ possesses a smoldering anger tempered with mindfulness as the series progresses. An acute listener and keen observer, he heads a team of fiercely loyal detectives. He does anything to shelter and protect the people he loves – his team, his family and Bess, whom he has loved since their high school romance.

Tell us about your heroine.  Give us one of her strengths and one of her weaknesses.

As the series opens, forty something Bess Dore still grieves the death of her beloved husband, Mac. Soft around the edges, the shy, lovely schoolteacher’s quiet presence presents a sharp contrast to that of her fiery former lover. Readers find her interesting, but wish she had more of a backbone. They also wish she would take a more active role in solving the mysteries. I’m happy to say that she does in book #4!

Please tell my readers a little bit about your book.

 A Friend of Silence

What safer haven could there be than a Quaker boarding school in a tiny New England coastal village?  What secrets lie beneath its serene and quiet beauty?

Out of the blue, the campus is laid open, the peace of Old Harbor Friends shattered by the murder of lascivious, comptroller, Milt Wickie.  Wickie is discovered in his office, a scrimshaw knife protruding from his chest, a knife belonging to beloved teacher and grieving widow, Bess Dore.

Initially a suspect, the forty-two year old, Bess is soon exonerated and jumps headlong into a murder investigation along with old flame, police detective, Roger Demaris, and Harry Winthrop, an amateur sleuth, prolific writer, and the son of the school’s wealthiest patron.

Will Bess find romance along the way, giving her heart to the gruff police officer, who still adores her, or to the fly-by-night, but charming Harry who is clearly smitten?  Will the killer strike again?  Will the silence and calm of the 200-year old Friends school ever again be restored?

In the Name of Silence

A shocking murder on the eve of a wedding sends Roger Demaris, and his elite homicide team to the village of Old Harbor where the son of the village’s wealthiest citizen is found dead in the woods with an arrow through his heart.

No hunting accident, Demaris’ team pursues a ruthless killer as they delve into the victim’s past and what lies beneath the silence. Six weeks away from marriage to Bess Dore, a local teacher and old flame of Demaris, the deceased has left a string of women who loved him and a village mourning a popular, generous citizen. What lies beneath the silence? What or who hides behind a name?

 The Silence of Memory     

Once again the quiet, seaside village of Old Harbor is shaken by a series of murders. Someone is killing members of a women’s mystery book club and all clues lead back to lothario, Dennis Harrison, who appears to have slept with half the women within a ten-mile radius. When a child goes missing and a woman’s body is found in the woods zipped into a golf bag belonging to Harrison, Roger Demaris, head of RHD, an elite regional homicide team, is yanked from his honeymoon to investigate.

As newlyweds Roger and Bess move into their new house and anticipate the arrival of his children for a visit, RHD races to find a killer before he or she strikes again. Then, another member of the book club is killed, a third viciously attacked, and two villagers vanish. Will Roger, Pete, Greta and Brendan find them in time or has a stealthy predator slipped the noose again?

Excerpt from Book #1: A Friend of Silence

Chapter 6

School comptroller, Carol Richards, turned on the junior officer. “This is ridiculous.  How long must we stay cooped up in this room, for goodness sakes?  Garrett and I have checked our offices.  Nothing’s out of place, so what is the point?  I ask you, what is the bloody point?”

When these words had no effect on Pete Dugan, she strode up to him, her face inches from his freckles. “Officer, you know perfectly well where I live. Why the bloody hell can’t your high and mighty Sergeant what’s his name come up to my apartment when he finally decides to show up?”

“Sorry, miss,” Dugan mumbled for the tenth time. “Won’t be much longer now.  He’ll be along directly.” Carol resumed her pacing. Dugan stepped back, perhaps fearing the stiletto heels were coming a little too close.

Bess wondered why the business manager had bothered to dress in heels and a silk suit to come out in the middle of the night. She had seen Carol earlier in the day and she had not been wearing the black and white checked suit with flaming red, gossamer-thin blouse and two inch, black patent leather heels she wore now. I’d have remembered that outfit, Bess thought, her head beginning to pound to the rhythm of the relentless clicking heels. Turning back to the headmaster, she was embarrassed to find he’d been talking to her.

“What do you think, Bess?”

“I’m sorry Peter, I’m afraid I wasn’t listening.” She blushed, pushing strands of hair from her face. Desperately tired, she longed for the warmth of her bed, piled high with eiderdowns, a pot of herbal tea on her bedside table and an hour to lose herself in her Anne Greyson mystery. “I’m just a little tired, Peter, forgive me, you were saying?”

“Do you suppose they’ll question us en masse or one at a time?”

“I haven’t any idea.  I….”  Her voice trailed off, as the door opened and Roger Demaris stepped into the room. Of course, it would be Roger, who else would they send?  Why hadn’t she thought of it before?  The detective’s eyes scanned the room, resting briefly on her own before moving on.

“Well, it’s about bloody time.”  Carol stalked up, confronting the short, stocky sergeant. “Now, see here, you. I insist upon being questioned first. I’ve got nothing whatsoever to do with this matter and I’ve had a very long day, not to mention a busy day tomorrow.  I have absolutely nothing to contribute to this inquiry, so, if you would just —”

“Take a seat, Miss?”

“Richards, and I will not take a seat.”

Demaris regarded her, anger flashing for an instant in the icy blue eyes.  “Miss Richards, please take a seat.” His voice was calm, soft. “We’ll get to you as soon as we can.  We’ve all had busy days and no one wants to keep you here a minute longer than necessary. I’ll be talking with the children first, if you don’t mind.” As she opened her mouth to speak, he added, “And, we’ll be the judge of what you might contribute, thank you. Pete, did you find us a place?”

“Yes sir. Next door, janitor’s put on the lights. Do you want to go upstairs first?”

“Already seen him [murder victim], thanks. Now, then, Mrs. Dore, why don’t you bring the two girls and follow me. That’s right, you can come with them. Come on.”

Like he’s talking to a two-year-old, Bess thought, rising obediently. As they followed the sergeant out of the study hall, his hand grazed her back sending shivers up her spine. She dared not glance in Carol Richards’ direction.

 

About Lee

M.LeePrescott-author-SMALLLee Prescott is the author of dozens of works of fiction for adults, young adults and children, among them The Ricky Steele Mysteries (Prepped to Kill, Gadfly, Lost in Spindle City), The Roger and Bess Mysteries (A Friend of Silence, In the Name of Silence and The Silence of Memory) Jigsaw, Song of the Spirit, and her newest contemporary romance series, Morgan’s Run Romances, (Emma’s Dream, Lang’s Return and Jeb’s Promise). Three of her nonfiction titles have been published by Heinemann and she has published numerous articles in her field of literacy education. Lee is a professor of education at a small New England liberal arts college where she teaches reading and writing pedagogy. Her current research focuses on mindfulness and connections to reading and writing. She regularly teaches abroad, most recently in Singapore. Lee loves to hear from readers. Email her anytime at mleeprescott@gmail.com, and visit her website to hear the latest and sign up for her newsletter.

 

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An Interview with Alison Aimes

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000039_00009]How did you get started writing?

I started out as a graduate student of European historian, but my imagination kept getting the better of me—as did my urge for a happy ending. So, while at home with my newborn, I decided to give it a go. I had so much fun. My first romance novel was a historical regency, but soon enough I was branching out to contemporaries and science fiction romance. I’m so glad I did. 

What genre(s) do you write in and why?

I am currently writing a sexy sci-fi romance series called The Condemned. Book One, TRAPPED, is available for  pre-order now. Book Two, TAKEN, will release in August. The series takes place on the brutal prison planet Dragath25 and is chocked full of sexy convict bad-boys and equally tough resourceful heroines. Full of raw lust, love, and danger, the post-apocalyptic series is amazing to write.

I also have a hot new contemporary coming out with Entangled this summer. A smoldering story about a cynical businessman and the ex-con artist framed for a crime she didn’t commit, Belong To Me is filled with romance, drama, and a dash of suspense as well.

I truly love writing in different genres. Though I usually write one book at a time, shifting between genres allows me to stay fresh and engaged. Plus, sometimes I want to revel in the drama of the present day and sometimes I need the dark thrill of a post-apocalyptic era. 

Tell us about your current series. 

My current series is centered on the Condemned, humans from Earth who have been sentenced by the Council Command to live and die on the notorious penal planet Dragath25. Though most of the Condemned are brutal rapists and murderers, some are not. Some were once honest men and women. Some were liars and criminals who skirted the law. Some were decent people twisted by their current brutal existence. None deserve to end their days on Dragath25, fighting to keep themselves safe from vicious criminals, dangerous local predators, and vicious threats. But sometimes salvation is possible. Sometimes lust and raw need can lead to far more. And sometimes redemption, healing, and even love is achievable, even on Dragath25.

In the first book, TRAPPED, when Bella West crash lands on penal planet Dragath25, the only thing standing between her and a mass of brutal criminals is one of their own, a ruthless loner known only as 673. But what starts out as a desperate trade based on protection and raw lust soon blossoms into a scorching need that will push them both to the edge.

In the second book, TAKEN, Ana Davies is abducted and imprisoned within a labor camp deep within Dragath25’s core, a sweltering maze of caves overrun by brutal prisoners-turned-slaves. Her only chance for survival? A fellow-prisoner with his own reasons for wanting her dead. But raw, blood-pounding need is a potent force. And even the best-laid plans can be laid to waste, especially on Dragath25.

Though the third in the series is still in the early stages, I have many more characters demanding their due. Then, there’s Earth, a post-apocalyptic planet plagued by famine and blight where the corrupt Council Command reigns supreme. Suffice to say, there are numerous conflicts, love interests, and sexy heroes and heroines I can’t wait to explore.

What is your next project and when will it be released?

My next project is a contemporary romance to be released this summer through Entangled’s Indulgence line. Full of emotion, drama, and passion, BELONG TO ME was pure pleasure to write. I can’t wait to share it with everyone.

What is your typical day like?

I’m part mom, part author so I spend my day trying to balance both. I get the kids off to school and then settle down to write for a few hours. Then, it’s back to chauffeuring and trying to interpret teenage grunts.  I feel truly lucky to have the time to do both, though there are many days I’m certain I’ve done neither well. Case in point, there are many, many jokes in my house about trying to talk to me while I’m staring blankly into space. And the number of times I’ve burned a meal? Too high to count.

How much time do you spend promoting your books?  What works best for you?

Since I’m a relatively new author I don’t spend a lot of time promoting my books. I’ve been told by authors with far more experience that the best use of a new authors’ time is to write, write, write and so that’s what I’m doing. Of course, that doesn’t mean I’ve done nothing promo-wise. I’ve posted information about my books releases on my own facebook and twitter feeds, posted on a few free facebook promo sites, done a blog tour (including coming here today J ), and put my first book in the Condemned Series up on NetGalley for review.  I suspect when I have more books under my belt, I will experiment with free and reduced price promotions as well.

But my favorite non-writing activity is interacting with my readers. I don’t think I could ever have predicted how their passion and enthusiasm would fuel and inspire me. I’ve been awed by how generous my readers are with their time and their encouragement and when I hear that someone couldn’t put my story down or fell hard for one of my heroes or can’t wait to read what’s coming next, I feel energized to keep going, even through the hard writing days.

 How has your experience with self-publishing been?

I’m new to self-publishing and some times find all the details—from writing, to marketing, to promoting and everything in between—to be daunting (especially as my tech skills are far from impressive), but it’s also incredibly liberating to be able to be involved in everything from the cover look to the blurb to how the book is categorized in the bookstore. And though I have had plenty of stumbles already (I somehow made my book go live when I was only trying to set up the pre-order), I learn from each mistake. It’s also the case that the self-publishing community is one of the most helpful, open, supportive communities I’ve been lucky enough to be part of—and that is always energizing and comforting.  

Do you have a view in your writing space?  What does your space look like? 

I don’t know if it’s good or bad to admit, but my most common morning writing space is my bed. It’s been that way since elementary school. There’s just something about settling into my cozy pillows that allows me to both focus and take creative risks. Plus, my dog snuggles right up to my side and allows me to pet him when I need to feel as if I’m doing something while mulling over a plot point. However, if I’m able to get some writing time in the afternoon, I usually gravitate toward the kitchen table or the sunny windows in the living room. Wherever I write my uniform is always the same: pjs. I can only imagine what my mailwoman thinks I’m doing with my days.

What genres are you drawn to as a reader?

I’m as all over the map in the books I read as those I write. I read literary fiction, thrillers, mysteries, historical fiction as well as non-fiction, but I read romance the most. Contemporary romance, historicals, science fiction romance, fantasy romance, romantic suspense, new adult, erotica, western romance—I love it all!  If the story grabs me, I’m sold. No matter the genre. And the same goes for my favorite authors. I don’t care what genre they write in. If I love them, I’ll read it. I know and trust their stories, their characters, and their instincts—and I’ve never been disappointed yet.

What’s next for you?

More books. More romance. More chances to engage with readers and give them the kind of stories for which they’re looking.

Thank you all for letting me come and talk with you today. If you have any questions or comments, please feel free to get in touch through one of the myriad of links below. And I sincerely hope that if you do decide to read one of my books, you’ll get in touch to tell me what you think. I’d love to hear from you.

 I also want to thank Cindy too for letting me come and blog about myself today. I’m a big fan of her western romances and it’s always an honor and a great thrill to ride the blog coattails of someone you respect and admire.  All the best, Alison

Release date: March 1, 2016

Sub-genre promoting: SciFi/Fantasy Romance

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Website Link: http://www.alisonaimes.com

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Recently Awarded Top Reader Pick by Night Owl Review….

A tale of unbridled desire, stunning sacrifice, and unwavering love, Trapped is an action-packed, sexy sci-fi romance that takes you to the brink of oblivion on a prison planet where only the strong survive….

Cadet Bella West has one simple objective when she joins the scientific mission to Dragath25, the notorious penal planet housing Earth’s condemned. Earn the credits necessary to save her family from starvation. But when her shuttle crashes and the majority of her crew perish, her simple mission becomes complicated fast. Now, to stay alive she’ll have to depend on one of Dragath’s own. But such protection doesn’t come free.

Convicted of a crime he didn’t commit, 673 has become more beast than man after eight grueling years on an unforgiving, hazardous planet of dirt and rock—and even more treacherous inhabitants. He doesn’t look out for anyone but himself and he certainly never grows attached. So when the bold female offers him pleasure in return for protection, he takes the deal without hesitation. He never expects how her touch will alter him. Or the growing realization that saving her may be the key to his own salvation.

But as dangers mount and their ‘simple’ deal unravels will he prove to be her surprise savior or her ultimate downfall? Because caring for someone on Dragath25 may prove the greatest hazard of all.

The first book in the Condemned Series, Trapped has a HEA and can be read as a stand-alone.

EXCERPT

A splash sounded. Powerful ripples washed against her back like a surging tide. He was coming for her.
She whirled and discovered small bubbles on the surface of the water. An inky cloud of red and brown streamed in all directions followed by foamy white. Then a dark head broke the surface and he was standing before her, waist high in the water, a mud man no more.
Her mouth opened on a tiny o.
Without the dirt, dark, thick hair, shorn close to his scalp, was now visible. Along with olive skin, a wide forehead, low brows, firm lips, and a square jaw. Tiny droplets left his long lashes spikey while rivulets of water tracked over chiseled cheekbones down his sculpted chest and abdomen to a small trail of dark hair that snaked from his belly button to disappear into the water. Scars of various length and width tracked across miles of pure, hard muscle.
My God, mud man was a flesh and blood man—an incredibly masculine one. If she’d met him at the Academy or the barracks on Earth, she would have been unable to stop staring. He was that beautiful.
Then his hand shot out and her daze shattered.
With a hiss, she stumbled back.
One dark eyebrow rose. “Here.”
She looked down to see a small white bar in his hand.
“It’s soap.” His tone was brusque. “The drones dump trash from Earth. Use it.”
“Thank you.” It took all her courage to reach out and take the bar from his hand. “I—I’ve never used it before. The Academy only allows lasers for cleaning. The use of water was banned a long time ago.” She stopped short. 
Of course, he knew that. He wasn’t from some distant galaxy. He was from Earth. He just wasn’t welcome there anymore.
His lips flat lined. “I’ve been here a while, but not as long as that.”
Was that a joke? His expression offered no clue.
“Of course.” Hands shaking, she took the soap and rubbed it against her arm. The blood stayed put. She rubbed harder.
She hadn’t expected this…this talking. Or the kindness of a bath—with soap. It was confusing.
“You need the water to make it work.” Rough hands reached out and took the soap, dunking it under the water, making that same foamy circle she’d seen before.
“Turn around.” His voice had gone husky again.
That overworked heart of hers started up double time once again. Her feet remained planted where they were.
He waited for longer than she would have expected before he spoke again, his jaw locked tight. “Anything?” It was a reminder. A reproach. A challenge.
And her last chance to change her mind.
Her eyes sunk shut.  I can do this. I need to do this.
She whirled around, bracing for a grab. A strike. But the deliberate slow glide of a calloused fingertip down the bumps of her spine slammed through her with more force than any blow.
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About the Author

Alison Aimes is the award-winning author of the sexy sci fi romance series the Condemned as well as the sizzling contemporary romance Billionaires’ Revenge series. A sci fi fanatic with a PhD in Modern History, she’s an all over the map kind of woman whose always had a love for dramatic stories and great books, no matter the era. Now, she’s creating her own stories full of intrigue and passion, but always with a happy-ever-after ending. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two kids, and her dog. When not in front of the computer, she can be found hanging with family and friends, hiking, trying to turn herself into a pretzel through yoga, listening to a fabulous TED talk, or, last but not least, sitting on the couch imagining her characters’ next great adventures.

Alison can be found on line at www.alisonaimes.com

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Anson’s Mail Order Bride by Kit Morgan

KitMorgan_AnsonsMailOrderBride_HRWhat an honor and a privilege it was to be able to write a story for Debra Holland’s Montana Sky Kindle Worlds! I first met Debra at a writer’s conference in 2014. She’s a wonderful person, not to mention a fantastic writer! If you love the books in her Montana Sky Kindle Worlds, and haven’t read the actual Montana Sky Series, then you’re in for a real treat! I’d read several before being invited to work on this project, so was somewhat familiar with Sweetwater Springs, but Morgan’s Crossing was a little new to me, and it was even more fun getting to know the town and the characters before introducing Anson Jones and his mail-order bride Zadie Barrett to the little community.

As to Anson and Zadie, here’s a little more about their story: When Anson Jones discovers one of the men who embezzled money from his family’s company hid the loot near Morgan’s Crossing in Montana Territory, he leaves Oregon and travels there under the guise of setting up a horse ranch. Then all he has to do is wait for the culprit to slink into town, dig up the money, and have him arrested. There’s only one problem. Anson just sent train fare to the Pettigrew Bridal Agency for his mail-order bride! He can’t bring a woman into such danger and telegraphs the agency to stop everything. But when his message to Mrs. Pettigrew is altered, she thinks he wants her to send his bride to Montana! Misunderstandings, a loony villain, plenty of romance and a few surprises make for a fun romp.

For a taste, here’s an excerpt!

“I have a list,” Anson said and pulled it from his shirt pocket. “Would you mind filling it while I go pay a visit to the bathhouse?”

Ralph’s bushy brown mustache twitched as he took the list and scanned it. “Sure. Oh, and ya got a message here.”

“I do?”

Ralph went to the other end of the counter where a small pile of mail sat and snatched an envelope off the top. “El Davis dropped it off when he came to town yesterday. I told him I’d give it to ya the next time ya came in.”

“Much obliged,” Anson said and took it from him. It was probably a letter from his father or uncle. But no, it couldn’t be – the envelope had just his name on it. No address at all, not even the name of the town. “That’s odd.”

“Maybe it’s from someone in Sweetwater Springs. Ya got more horses comin’ in?”

“No, not yet. A lot depends on how sales go the next few months.” Not bothering to wait and read it in private, Anson tore the envelope open and … “Great Scott!”

Ralph’s eyes widened. “What?”

Anson slapped his forehead and pulled his hand down his face, but his shocked expression remained. “I have to go!”

“Go? Ya just got here.”

“I mean I … I have an emergency!”

Ralph’s face twisted up in confusion. “What kinda ‘mergency?”

“I … well, I sent for a mail-order bride a while back, and …”

Just then several women entered and went straight to where the fabric was hung. “You were saying?” Ralph urged. “What about your mail-order bride?”

“Mail-order bride?” one of the women said, turning to them with a smile. “Oh, how lovely!”

Anson shook his head in panic. “No, not exactly …”

“What do you mean?” another asked. The two began to approach.

Anson started to sweat. No matter how small the town, if there was one thing he’d learned over the years, it was that a woman about to be added to the ranks always caused a stir.

“Is your bride on her way?”

“What?” Anson said, his thoughts racing around in his head like a whirlwind.

“Your mail-order bride,” the first woman repeated. “If she’s here, we’d like to meet her.”

For the first time, Anson noticed her Southern accent. As thick as it was, he should have caught it the first time she spoke. Clearly he was rattled. “Uh, well …”

“Good grief, does that letter say she’s in Sweetwater Springs?” Ralph asked. He noticed Anson’s horrified expression, slapped the counter and laughed. “Now don’t that beat all! Ha! You didn’t know she was comin’, did ya?”

Anson swallowed hard. He was sinking deeper into the pit of raging gossip, and quicker than he could climb out. If he didn’t do it, though, he’d drown in a growing sea of whispers as it spread all over town. (Or worse, get caught in the riptide of his own tortured analogy.)

It didn’t matter that there were farms and ranches all over kingdom come between here and Sweetwater Springs – folks would eventually find out he had a bride. In fact, all they’d have to do was attend church in Sweetwater Springs and that would be it. Any chance of quietly sending his bride to Clear Creek to wait things out would be lost. And he needed to send her away, because if Mortimer Penworthy came sniffing around after the stolen money, he might figure out who Anson really was and high-tail it out of Montana altogether.