In the Lair with Mia Kerrick

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Mia Kerick has eight published books, and one short story in an anthology collection.

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Intervention 

As a musician at the popular college café Coed Joe’s, high school senior Kai Manter is never lacking for male attention. Out, proud, free-spirited, and sexually aware, Kai sets his sights on his darkly Gothic and undeniably bad-tempered co-worker, Jamie Arlotta, a freshman at the local arts university. Sporting long hair and alluring hippie style, Kai expects his interest will be reciprocated, with satisfying sex as the end goal. That’s what usually happens. But Jamie’s lessons in life have been harsher. Having been sexually abused by his older stepbrother for several years, Jamie has grown an impenetrable outer shell meant to keep the world at a safe distance.

Kai is angry at first when he takes the brunt of Jamie’s bad temper, but after Kai accidentally discovers the abuse Jamie has suffered, he wants to fix things. Kai’s plan is based on what he knows best—music—and he stages a “musical intervention” to let Jamie know he’s not alone and things can get better. When Jamie’s perspective changes and he emerges from his shell, Kai changes, too, gaining a whole new understanding of what sex can be when love is there too.

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Not Bent Just Broken

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Braving the start of high school, longtime childhood friends Benjamin Wells and Timmy Norton quickly realize they are entering a whole new world colored by their family responsibilities. Ben is trying to please his strict father; Timmy is taking care of his younger sisters. While their easy camaraderie is still comfortable, Ben notices Timmy growing distant and evasive, but Ben has his own problems. It’s easier to let concerns about Timmy’s home life slide, especially when Timmy changes directions and starts to get a little too close. Ben doesn’t know how to handle the new feelings Timmy’s desire for love inspires, and his continuing denial wounds Timmy deeply.

But what Timmy perceives as Ben’s greatest betrayal is yet to come, and the fallout threatens to break them apart forever. Over the next four years, the push and pull between them and the outside world twists and tears at Ben and Timmy, and they are haunted by fear and regret. However, sometimes what seems broken is just a little bent, and if they can find forgiveness within themselves, Ben and Timmy may be able to move forward together.

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There is a short continuation of Tim and Ben’s story in Grand Adventures called Water Under The Bridge

 

The Red Sheet:

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One October morning, high school junior Bryan Dennison wakes up a different person—helpful, generous, and chivalrous—a person whose new admirable qualities he doesn’t recognize. Stranger still is the urge to tie a red sheet around his neck like a cape.

Bryan soon realizes this compulsion to wear a red cape is accompanied by more unusual behavior. He can’t hold back from retrieving kittens from tall trees, helping little old ladies cross busy streets, and defending innocence anywhere he finds it. Shockingly, at school, he realizes he used to be a bully. He’s attracted to the former victim of his bullying, Scott Beckett, though he has no memory of Scott from before “the change.”

Where he’d been lazy in academics, overly aggressive in sports, and socially insecure, he’s a new person. And although he can recall behaving egotistically, he cannot remember his motivations. Everyone, from his mother to his teachers to his “superjock” former pals, is shocked by his dramatic transformation.

However, Scott Beckett is not impressed by Bryan’s newfound virtue. And convincing Scott he’s genuinely changed and improved, hopefully gaining Scott’s trust and maybe even his love, becomes Bryan’s obsession.

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With an awesome foreword by Cody Kennedy about bullying

 

Us Three  (I absolutely loved this book!)

Book Trailer:

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In his junior year at a public high school, sweet, bright Casey Minton’s biggest worry isn’t being gay. Keeping from being too badly bullied by his so-called friends, a group of girls called the Queen Bees, is more pressing.

Nate De Marco has no friends, his tough home life having taken its toll on his reputation, but he’s determined to get through high school.

Zander Zane’s story is different: he’s popular, a jock. Zander knows he’s gay, but fellow students don’t, and he’d like to keep it that way.

No one expects much when these three are grouped together for a class project, yet in the process the boys discover each other’s talents and traits, and a new bond forms. But what if Nate, Zander, and Casey fall in love—each with the other and all three together? Not only gay but also a threesome, for them high school becomes infinitely more complicated and maybe even dangerous. To survive and keep their love alive, they must find their individual strengths and courage and stand together, honest and united.

If they can do that, they might prevail against the Queen Bees and a student body frightened into silence—and even against their own crippling fears.

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Beggars and Choosers

After a hard life filled with experiences he’d rather not remember but can’t forget, Brett Taylor decides he doesn’t need anyone or anything. He gets a job at a bar in a nothing little town where he can fish and race dirt bikes and hide from the world. So naturally as he’s walking across the parking lot at his new job, reminding himself how self-reliant he is, he meets someone he can’t shove aside.

Brett can’t help but admire Cory Butana, the kid who lives above the bar where his father is the principal bartender. Unwanted by either parent, the sweet, personable Cory grew up neglected and hungry for affection. Now he’s determined to make something of his life, even if he has to work himself ragged to do it.

Cory shouldn’t have to suffer like Brett did, and Brett wants to lend a hand. But when their relationship evolves into something Brett isn’t ready to need, he reacts… and the consequences may destroy their fledgling future. With scars like theirs, forgiveness is never easy.

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Unfinished Business

Sequel to Beggars and Choosers

After struggling through dishonesty, betrayal, and the kind of pasts they’d like to leave behind them, Brett Taylor and Cory Butana are back together and starting to build a new life. Brett has a good job. Cory has started college. But not everything goes the way they planned.

Still recovering from the emotional and physical repercussions of a brutal assault, Cory finds himself trapped by his own insecurity and fear, unable to believe that his heart is safe with Brett or that his body is safe without him. On the other hand, Brett has total faith in Cory’s love and commitment, even though he still struggles with his own ghosts.

With girls flocking to Brett’s side and a wannabe-lover lab partner feeding his doubts, Cory can’t find a way to tell Brett about the unfinished business that haunts him. If Brett wants to save him, he’ll have to see through Cory’s deception in time.

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A Package Deal

Robby Dalton is the perfect all-American boy. He played the sports his father chose for him in high school, attended the college his father selected, and has worked hard to conform to his father’s macho views. But emotionally he doesn’t fit anywhere, and he can’t connect with a woman beyond a few uninspired dates. Robby’s not in the closet, because he’s never guessed he’s gay. Now he owns a small commercial construction company, and one night after work he runs into Savannah Meyers. He finds her fascinating and agrees to a date, thinking maybe this woman would be different.

But Savannah has her own agenda. She is looking for a love match for her roommate, Tristan Chartrand, whom she rescued from the streets years ago. He’s like a brother, and her only family, so she wants him safe and happy. Her plan seems to begin well, because when Robby meets Tristan, he’s surprised to find it’s Tristan he wants, not Savannah. But some people in Robby’s life don’t approve of Tristan’s lowly station in life, and some don’t approve of Robby being gay. Some people are full of hate and violence, and Robby and Tristan will need courage and strength if a loving future is to be part of the deal.

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Out of Hiding

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After graduating from high school early, twenty-year-old Philippe Bergeron spent the past several years lost among the stars while fishing off the New England coast. A shoulder injury ends his dream of living reclusively on the water, and he finds himself lost among the bright lights of New York City. His older brother, Henri, has asked Philippe to chaperone his seventeen-year-old niece, Sophie, on her tours of the city’s legendary dance programs.

Sophie meets with professional dancer and choreographer, Dario Pereira, to prepare a routine for her college auditions. Dario’s cool perfection and immaculate style contrast with Philippe’s awkward scruffiness, but it wakes desires Philippe thought he’d left behind. When the attraction is surprisingly returned, Dario’s confidence won’t let Philippe remain invisible. Unsure but curious, Philippe relaxes his rule of isolation, and as the summer progresses, his relationship with Dario leads him to a surprising discovery of his submissive sexual tendencies and a greater sense of self-awareness.

Tragedy threatens to destroy the connections Philippe has made and forces him to retreat into the shadows of his past, far from the radiance of Dario’s love. Ultimately, he must decide if it is time to stop hiding and set himself free.

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Each person who submits a picture of one of Mia Kerick’s books or book cover images on an eReader on Vacation or Staycation (a vacation at home) will receive a mystery swag bag with Mia Kerick Items. Maximum 2 pictures entries person. Please message Beckey, my assistant with your address.

The group for the event giveaway can be found here:

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Please post your pictures there in the group page.

There is also GRAND PRIZE giveaway for United States entries on the rafter that is pinned to the top of the group page.

The Grand Prize is Mia Kerick beach towel, Kerick Teddy Bear, Mia Kerick tote bag, and Mia Kerick Coffee Mug with Folger’s Hazlenut coffee. Be sure to look at the pinned  post at the top of the page for the raftercopter link.

Contest Ends on July 31, 2014.

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Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young men and their relationships, and she believes that sex has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press for providing her with an alternate place to stash her stories.

Mia is proud of her involvement with the Human Rights Campaign and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.

My themes I always write about:

Sweetness. Unconventional love, tortured/damaged heroes- only love can save them

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The Cat’s Meow –Project Fierce Chicago Charity hop!

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Hello! Thanks so much, Cathy, for allowing me to be a guest on your blog today. I wanted to talk a little bit about my story SAMMY in the Project Fierce Charity Anthology. Homelessness is a terrible aspect of society and I’m very glad to be able to help.

Less Than Three Press has done a few charity works in the past, mostly for relief efforts for natural disasters. It’s something they’ve always wanted to pursue further, but with more emphasis on the LGBTQ community, so when they were asked by one of the participating authors if they’d be willing to back an anthology for Project Fierce, it seemed like the perfect starting point to making a concerted effort in that direction.

 

Nobody deserves to be without a home. In collaboration with several authors, Less Than Three Press offers up an anthology of stories about young people who find that home and family are not always where you expect to find them.

All proceeds from this charity anthology will be donated to Project Fierce Chicago.

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Project Fierce Chicago’s mission is to reduce LGBTQ youth homelessness in Chicago by providing affirming, no-cost transitional housing and comprehensive support services to homeless LGBTQ young adults. PFC also aims to encourage community-building and civic engagement through cooperative living and youth leadership development.

LT3′s Project Fierce Chicago charity anthology includes 20 short stories from Aeris, Vicktor Alexander, Talya Andor, C.J. Anthony, Blaine D. Arden, Kayla Bain-Vrba, Sophie Bonaste, Kenzie Cade, Jana Denardo, Alessandra Ebulu, Dianne Hartsock, Leta Hutchins, Caitlin Ricci, Lor Rose, B. Snow, Rin Sparrow, Andrea Speed, Piper Vaughn, Layla M. Wier, and Xara X. Xanakas

Pairings: M/M, F/F, genderqueer

Content: Contains no explicit content.

Buy link: Less Than Three Press: http://www.lessthanthreepress.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_bookx_info&cPath=115&products_id=632

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In my story SAMMY, Sam is one of the countless homeless GLBT youth surviving on the streets in Portland, Oregon. At fifteen he inadvertently came out to his parents, and instead of the support he’d hoped for, they sent him to live with his uncle. Unfortunately, the man was even less tolerant of his penchant for wearing women’s dresses. Rather than change to please his family, feeling unwanted and misunderstood, he ran away to find a better life.

 

He spent three months living under bridges, hungry and lonely, until he meets Tad, a young man who gives him a spot on his floor to sleep when he needs one and shows him that by flashing a bit of thigh and his pretty smile at the local businessmen, he could make enough money to keep his stomach full and maybe hide away a little for his own apartment. He doesn’t dare dream of attending college one day.

 

When this story opens, Sam has been on the streets for several years when one of his ‘regulars’ begins to take more than a business interest in him. For the first time Sammy dreams of more than a bleak lonely future, but does he dare hope that someone like him could find their happily ever after?

 

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A familiar loneliness touched John. He’d been living in the city for sixth months but had managed to make only a handful of friends. And between work and school, who had time to find a boyfriend?  Sam stirred and smiled down at him and John climbed to his feet, self-conscious when Sam’s grin widened.

“What?”

“Weren’t you on your way somewhere?”

John blinked with surprise. “I forgot! Yes, and now I’m very late.”

He pushed through the bushes and Sam put a hand on his arm once they were free. “I’m going to go…”

John impulsively covered Sam’s hand with his own, hoping to spend a little more time with him. “I’m just going a couple of blocks to the shelter on Burnside. Walk with me. It’s a beautiful evening and we probably won’t have many more of them.”

Sam gave him a curious look, lifting an eyebrow. “You volunteer at the shelter on Friday nights? That’s kind of pathetic, John. A guy like you should be out partying.”

Heat rushed to John’s face and he looked away to hide his blush. “If you say so.”

He started down the bike path and Sam fell into step beside him. Evening sunlight glinted on the Willamette River when they reached the waterfront and they paused to enjoy the view.  John glanced at Sam. His white blond hair was cut into a bob and framed his sweet face and John liked how the sunlight glinted in the light strands. It was nice to have someone with him, even if it was only for a few minutes. Sam was right. He needed to get out more and meet people.

They headed north, John picking up his pace after glancing at his watch. He’d be too late to help with dinner at all if he didn’t hurry. The shelter always seemed understaffed in late the summer when the homeless started seeking food and a bed off the cold streets for the night.

John sighed when they reached the front entrance to the shelter and he saw the long line of people filing in. Sam gave him a sly wink. “Lots of customers tonight. Must be serving meatloaf.”

“Lasagna. Hey, thanks for walking with me.”

“Sure.” Sam tilted his head at the line. “I’m not kidding about the amount of people. Need some help inside?”

“You want to volunteer?”

Why not? I know some of these guys.”

John looked at Sam closely. There was more to this man than met the eye. “You have to fill out some paperwork before you can help, but that would be great.” He bit a lip. “Maybe come back in the morning when it’s not so busy…”

Sam grinned and said with a hint of laughter, “Goodnight, John.”

“Sammy.” John took a breath, nervous. “I won’t be here late. Could we get a coffee afterwards? I mean, if you’re not—”

Sam tilted his head, his look speculative. “Are you talking a couple hours or the whole night?”

Heat flushed through John. He winced at the dent to his savings, but he couldn’t face another Friday night alone. “How about a couple hours and see where it leads?”

Sam gave him a brilliant smile, snatching John’s breath. “Sure hon. I’ll see you later.”

 

 


In the Lair with Christina Cole Author of Keeping Faith

Hello everyone! Today we have Christina Cole in the Lair.

 

The Power of Love

 

Of all the characters I’ve created since I began writing many, many years ago, I think perhaps the one who’s come to mean the most to me is Tom Henderson, the cowboy hero of my latest western historical romance, Keeping Faith.

Tom has a lot of strikes against him. He’s not exactly the sort of man any girl would want to take home to Mama, if you know what I mean. Despite his handsome face – and those devilish dimples in his cheeks – he doesn’t have much to offer.

He was born in a barn. Literally. Tom’s a bastard, as well. His mother has lived her life as a drunken whore. At the start of the story, she’s recently been released from prison after serving a sentence for manslaughter.

To make matters worse for Tom Henderson, he’s never had any education. He can’t read, can’t write, and doesn’t know about ciphering. He’s got a past filled with shameful memories of childhood and no prospects for the future.

Throughout the story, people are quick to put Tom down.

“You’re nothing more than an ignorant, illiterate cowboy, and the son of a filthy, drunken whore,” one well-meaning woman tells him.

According to the ranch hands he works with, he’s “got no manners”, is a “low-down critter”, and “ain’t got a lick o’ sense.”

Even Lucille, the pretty, dark-haired girl he’s got his eye on, tends to look down on him. Her are a few of her thoughts:

 

First, he was hardly civilized. He talked too loud, sang those awful bawdy songs in an off-key voice, and he laughed at his own jokes. Second, he was irresponsible, a trait he’d no doubt picked up from his mother. Oh, what was the point in counting? Tom Henderson was a fine looking man, and if the feelings still stirring about inside her heart and soul were any indication, he sure knew how to please a woman. But Tom wasn’t looking for love, only for a good time, a one-night stand as the cowboys called it.

 

But love stories are about change, about the power love works in our lives in we’re willing to open ourselves up to it. Falling in love means taking risks. It means exposing our weaknesses, letting others get close enough to see our vulnerabilities.

Falling in love also means finding our own strengths. It means seeing not who we are, but who we are meant to be, and striving to become that person.

Keeping Faith is a story of Tom Henderson’s fervent desire to become a better man and to build a dream for himself, and for those he loves.

Yes, love is a powerful force. It can, indeed, change lives.

Keeping Faith – Currently #1 Best-selling Historical Romance

Love brings them together. Hatred tears them apart. One man. One Woman. Between them, a precious child whose future they hold in their hands

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Keeping Faith

 

 

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Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing

 

 

Release date: July 1, 2014

 

 

 

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Everything they say about Tom Henderson is true.  Born in a barn, the bastard son of a drunken whore, he’s got nothing to offer, and any dreams he might have are as far away as the distant snow-capped Rockies — and probably as unattainable. He’s long had his eye on pretty Lucille McIntyre, but that’s just one more impossible dream.

Lucille has always been considered the prettiest and most popular girl in Sunset, but her father’s sudden death has left her shaken and sad. Now, life seems to be passing her by.

When a prim and proper spinster arrives to deliver a squalling 3-month-old infant to Tom, his life and Lucille’s both change. His decision to keep the baby girl sets off a firestorm among the good ladies in town who don’t consider him fit to raise a child.

Together, Tom and Lucille will do anything in their struggle for keeping Faith.

 

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That squalling sound came again, and when Miss Christensen turned and opened the door of the coach, the sound grew louder. Louder, clearer, and too distinct to be mistaken for anything but what it was.

A baby’s cry.

“Your sister died in childbirth, Mr. Henderson. She left behind a beautiful little girl.”

“Can I see her?” Tom gestured for Lucille to join him. She’d heard every word, he suspected. Together they peered past the somber spinster, straining to get a glimpse of the infant.

Miss Christensen eyed him, checked Lucille over with an appraising glance as well, then turned and carefully removed the little blanket-wrapped bundle from the coach. Tom smiled, noting the wicker basket in which his little niece—his niece!—had made the journey from Denver to Sunset.

“It appears,” Miss Christensen said, holding the child up for Tom’s inspection, “that you’re the only family she has.”

Questions flooded his mind. He wasn’t sure if he should ask any of them.

Lucille stepped up and asked for him. “Her father? Where is he?” She reached out to touch the baby’s cheek.

“Terrible tragedy.” The woman closed her eyes as if offering a silent prayer. When she opened them again, she turned to face Tom. “The child’s father took his own life, I’m afraid. Grief sometimes makes men crazy.”

Lucille gasped, a cry of utter, heartfelt dismay. Tom felt it, too, but no sound came out when he opened his mouth. Too much bad news was coming at him all at once.

“I’m from the Children’s Foundling Home,” she explained. “The father, your sister’s husband,” Miss Christensen added, “brought the child to our doorstep, left her there, then disappeared. Although we tracked him down…” Her voice trailed off.

“What’s her name?” Tom leaned closer. Soft, crooning sounds came from his throat.

“Lafferty. Baby Girl Lafferty.”

He blinked. “What sort of name is that?”

“Her father’s name was Samuel Lafferty.”

“Yes? So, what’s the baby’s name? Her given name,” he pointed out. The thought that this innocent babe was nothing more than baby girl to the people who cared for her brought a surge of emotion so powerful it frightened him.

“It’s not our place, Mr. Henderson, to—”

“Well, whose place is it?” He reached for the infant, his movements so swift and sudden, the protective woman had no chance to put up a defense. “She deserves a name. Every baby deserves a name.”

“Once she’s adopted, her new family will decide what to call her.” A stricken look appeared on her face. Obviously she didn’t trust Tom with her precious responsibility. He understood, but he was kin. Nobody needed to adopt her. She had family.

“What of Mr. Lafferty’s folks?” Lucille asked. “Do they know about his daughter?”

“He had no family that we could find.” The woman sniffed again, then held out her arms. “I’ll take her now, Mr. Henderson.”

Tom took a step back, clutching the baby more tightly. “She’s got an uncle.” He looked up and smiled. “She’s got a grandmother, too.” Ordinarily he wouldn’t go around calling any attention to his mother’s existence, but this was far from an ordinary event. After all the hardships, all the horrors, all the sufferings and shames of Charlotte Henderson’s life, this one singular moment could change everything. What was that crazy story Ma used to tell him, about some bird rising up out of the fire? As a boy, he never understood it, but suddenly its meaning came clear in his mind. Bad things happened, but good things could still come of it. Instead of wallowing in ashes, you could look up, see the sky and choose to fly.

“Please, Mr. Henderson. It’s plain to see that you’ve got no way to provide for your niece. I suppose I should have taken time to make the trip on my own to assess the conditions, but I was hopeful you’d be in a position to take her. Optimism is one of my weaknesses, I daresay.”

She didn’t look too optimistic in Tom’s eyes. He couldn’t imagine her ever having a positive outlook about anything.

But this child! She needed hope. She deserved bright blue skies and sunny days. She deserved butterflies and flowers, and the sweet promise of spring. Not some strait-laced, tightly-corseted old biddy who thought of her as nothing more than baby girl.

Tom looked down at the tiny bundle he held in his arms. So tiny, yet so perfect. He marveled over the little fingers, touching each one by one. When the baby’s hand closed around his big thumb, he felt a tugging at his heart so real, so undeniable, he suddenly couldn’t find his breath.

“Excuse me, Mr. Henderson.” Edith Christensen’s nasally voice grated on Tom’s nerves. “I have to leave now. It’s a long trip back to Denver. You need to give me the child.”

“Not yet, ma’am. She’s my niece. I want a little time with her.” He stroked one soft, pink cheek and was rewarded with a gurgling, cooing smile. “She likes me,” he said, glancing toward Lucille.

And he liked her. No, he loved her. This precious life wrapped in a thick gray blanket was kin. Not his own child, but a child who shared his blood, all the same. She was Sally’s daughter, and Sally was gone now. This sweet, nameless angel was all that was left to him of his sister’s kindness, her goodness, her own innocence.

He wished he could have taken better care of Sally, could have helped her and given her all she needed, but he’d failed her. Too young, too mixed-up, and too bitter about his own life, Tom hadn’t been able to save Sally from the wretched evils of their childhood.

But he’d damned sure save this baby.

“I’m not giving her back,” he said in a quiet voice. “I’m going to keep her.”

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Not the Marrying Kind – Book 1, The Sunset Series

 

Here is a little about Christina

Christina Cole will always be grateful to her grandfather who patiently held her on his lap and taught her to read. He also told her stories of his own childhood and stirred her imagination with scenes from days gone by. From him, she developed not only a love of words and story-telling, but a deep appreciation for history and a longing to learn more about the past.

Today, she still loves reading, and loves sharing her own stories about men and women and the romance of an earlier time.

Her romantic stories have been published online and in print, and she’s also published inspirational pieces, poetry, and essays.

She is happily married to the love of her life, and lives a simple, uncomplicated life in a small mid-western town.

You can stalk–OOPS–Follow Christina at

Official website: Christina Cole Romance

Website for “The Sunset Series”

 

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Other novels by Christina Cole

Irresistible

Happily Ever After

Summertime

The Wrong Woman

 

I hope you enjoyed the post. I think I will add both Keeping faith and Not the Marrying Kind to my to buy list. Did you see one you would like?  What do you think is the power of love?

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The Cat’s Meow ~~~reviews that purrr~~Wrecked by Anne Conley

Wrecked

BOOK INFORMATION

Wrecked - Book CoverTITLE – Wrecked


SERIES – Stories of Serendipity


AUTHOR – Anne Conley


GENRE – Contemporary Romance


PUBLICATION DATE – June 10th


LENGTH –26 pages

PUBLISHER – Anne Conley

COVER ARTIST – Vanessa Booke

A little about the book…

Welcome to Serendipity, Texas, where the days are hot and the nights are steamy. Meet real people with real problems, as they live life and find love in a small town.

One moment of distraction, and Renae causes Jason to wreck his motorcycle, setting into motion a love affair that could be her undoing.

She has big plans for her empty nest, but one night of passion changes everything. He’s perfect. Too perfect, but her own stupidity entwines their lives together forever. What if she finds out he’s gassy, doesn’t like kittens, has a terminal illness, or…hates babies?

Jason is just visiting his dad in Serendipity, not staying. But his plans change when things with his dad are worse than he thought. Renae is a pleasant distraction, and the more he gets to know her, the more she becomes another reason to stay.

When their lives entwine, they both have choices to make, hurts to get over, and ideals to let go of. Is it possible for them to do it, in order to get their happily ever after? Or will things be wrecked?

 

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She started out watching the movie on the opposite end of the couch, but pretty soon she found herself flush against him, needing to feel human contact. They shared her blanket, but it wasn’t a sexual thing. It was comforting to feel his warmth pressed against her body. To her delight, he jumped when she did, but when she looked at his face to see if he looked scared, he showed very little emotion. Only his eyes held the fear that she knew her entire face was projecting.
At some point, one of his arms crawled around her shoulders and he pulled her close to him. At another point, she reached for his other hand, holding it to her chest and squeezing it when she closed her eyes against the soggy girl in the movie. His warmth and comfort was something she had never experienced, though had often wished for. She tried not to dwell on that thought too much. In Renae’s experience, dwelling on the positive was inevitably a mistake. It always set her up for a let-down.
After it was over, Jason let out a pent up breath. “I forgot how freaky that damn movie was.”
“Not me, I remembered. I won’t be sleeping tonight.” She laughed nervously and unfolded herself from the ball she’d curled up into on the couch, standing and stretching.
Jason stood too. “I guess I should go. As much as I would like to stay… I don’t think you want a repeat performance.”
He sounded hurt, and she wanted to reassure him. He’d been so agreeable all night, and they’d gotten along so well. Renae touched his arm. “It’s not that I don’t want that, Jason, I do. As long as we’re talking about that amazing night we shared.” She watched as he nodded. “But I was really drunk that night, and I want a real relationship with you. Not like a marriage or anything, but I don’t want something based on great sex. Does that make sense?”
He nodded soberly, waited a beat, then his face cracked into that grin that made Renae willing to do anything. “Great, huh?”
She laughed. “Stud-muffin caliber sex.”
He stilled, a perplexed expression on his face. “I don’t know what that means.” She answered with a shrug, secretly amused by his confusion. “But sex in the future is still on the table, right?”
Renae nodded. “Yes, I think so.” It was something she’d considered, repeatedly. Especially at night when she was supposed to be sleeping.
“Good.” He lowered his head to hers and kissed her. It was such a sweet and tender kiss, considering they’d just been talking about how great the sex between them was, that Renae was caught off guard. She’d been preparing for a conquering kiss of triumph, since she’d just agreed they might have sex someday. But this kiss was a consuming kiss, his warm lips softly nibbled on her lips and when she opened, he slowly swept his tongue inside, softly overwhelming her senses, until yet again she was a trembling mass of nerves. He seemed to sense it, and his hand came to her lower back where he supported her. He didn’t pull her closer, or press himself against her, he just held her, kissing her softly. When his other hand reached for her face, she couldn’t stop herself from melting into him.
Her own hands tugged on his hair, adjusting the position of his face so she could deepen the kiss. As much as she loved the tender kiss, Renae wanted more. She whimpered into his mouth as she pulled his hair, and something seemed to snap inside Jason. He hauled her against his body and a primal sound came from the back of his throat. He trailed kisses across her cheek and down her neck, whispering about her smell and the things she did to him.
“No control around you… so fucking perfect… want more.”
She pulled his head back up to her face to keep kissing him and wrapped one arm around his neck while her other hand snaked down his chest. She felt like a volcano had erupted inside her and her veins were filling with molten lava. The only thing to quench it was Jason.

 

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AUTHOR BIO:

Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the last four years. Currently she is writing two romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.

 

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 MY REVIEW

: I loved this story. Even though this is book eight, it stands alone fine. This is my first book in the series and I had no problems following along I will say now I need to go get this first seven.

 

Renae is a single mom that has spent her life raising her daughter after the tragic death and scandalous gossip it cause 17 years past.  She has just dropped her daughter off at college and is heading home with a sad heart and thoughts of what will she do all alone now. She wasn’t paying attention and nearly hit a man on a motorcycle.

 

Jason is in a rush to get to his dads. His brother called and said he has been having a lot of issues and since Jason’s job isn’t as demanding and he is single he is the one to go take care of him.  He only plans to stay a couple weeks, but when he gets there, he finds his dad is worse off than he thought. When he meets Renae and their first night together is explosive he finds that he may not mind living in Serendipity after all.

 

This is a fabulous story of two middle-aged people that’s lives have just taken a drastic change.  There is lots of emotion on both characters parts. I loved the caring family bonds each character has and I loved the comradery of  Renae’s friends. Heck, I loved everything about this story. Renae has many trust issues and is very wary of any man and her new predicament really causes her to be cautious. Jason is more carefree and has a very short temper but is a very loving and caring man.  I also loved Les, and he is the reason I am going to have to get the rest of these books to see his story. I hope there is another book to come soon.

 

If you like a great romance with a lot of angst and passion, small rural towns, tight friendships, middle-aged characters, caring families, and some hot sex, this is for you.  Shoot, I highly recommend this to anyone that loves steamy contemporary romance with a happy ending

 

 

 

 

 

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The Cat’s Meow Reviews that Purrr–Walls for the Wind by Alethea Williams

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Title: Walls for the Wind by Alethea Williams

 

Genre: Historical, Western

 

Length: 300 pages

 

ISBN: 978-1-61160-800-7

 

Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press LLC ( April 1st 2014)

 

Purrs: low  Meows: ♥♥♥♥

 A little about the Book

Can an angel survive Hell on Wheels? Kit Calhoun leaves New York City with a train car full of foundlings from the Immigrant Children’s Home. Her assignment is to sever ties, so she has no idea of the tangled threads of connection that await her in Dakota Territory. First is what to do with the leftover children who simply refuse placement. Second is handsome Patrick Kelley, continually managing to distract Kit from her task. Third is the demented gambler who fastens deadly attention on Kit and keeps turning up everywhere from Julesburg to Cheyenne.

Forced to leave behind everything familiar, is it possible for a company of New York City castoffs to learn to fight for their hopes in the raw new American West?

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  My Review:

Walls for the wind is a lovely, poignant story. Kit is an orphan raised in a children’s Asylum, that after reaching 18 went to school and felt called to came back to work with the reverend who is like a father to her. As his assistant and working for food and board she soon finds that she wants more of her life, a husband and children of her own. Circumstances land her on an orphan train west to place a load of older children in homes to work and learn to farm in exchange for food, clothing and shelter. She has an 8-year-old and 2 year old she is set on keeping together in one-home and a 15 year old boy that is headstrong that she doesn’t want to find back out on the streets.  Her friend Connie from the Asylum that is a few months from 18 that wants to go west to find her future husband and setup her own sewing shop convinces Kit to take her along also.. Not able to find suitable homes for these four children and news of the passing of the Reverend, Kit finds herself stuck in the wild west with four children she had to adopt, faced with the weather, little money, a handsome shop manager and a scary mysterious Gambler.

I will say for me the story started out a bit slow while Kit was learning her way in the orphanage but once they hit the rails for the west the story picked up and got very interesting.  I love a story with good characterisation.  I loved both Kit and Connie. They are both strong women. Connie knows exactly what she wants, Kit is learning as she goes as fate forces her hand along the way.

The gambler is mysterious. He gave me the chills. The story does switch views a lot from character to character, but it was easy to follow .

EXTRA.

 I have this in paperback and my husband read it. Here is his comments. He says he really liked the story. It was interesting. He liked the characters and the settings were very realistic.  He also rates it a four.

If you like stories of the old west, strong female leads, Orphans, gamblers,  and a budding romance this is for you!
* I received a copy of this book free-of-charge from the author in exchange for my honest opinion. All opinions expressed are my own*

 

A little about Alethea: 

Alethea Williams writes historical novels set in Wyoming. WILLOW VALE is the story of a Tyrolean woman who escapes the devastation of WWI and finds new hope in America for herself and her little daughter. WALLS FOR THE WIND features a group of New York City orphans bound for the end of track and a test of survival in Hell on Wheels, Cheyenne, Dakota Territory.

 

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In the Lair with Joe Shwartz Author of A Season Without Rain

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Hello everyone!  Today  we are on tour with Joe Shwartz.

JOE SCHWARTZ

A St. Louis native, I write exclusively about the Gateway City. I prefer the style of fiction deemed transgressive fiction. That is my stories protagonists generally find a solution to their problems through either illicit or illegal means. I personally prefer stories told through a criminal’s point-of-view. It is never the crime that fascinates me so much as the motivation to do it and the terrible, almost predictable outcomes to such actions. Just as I have an expectation of writing to be read I believe that it is as important, if not more so, that you as a reader should have the expectation of being entertained as you read. Anything less is such a disappointment.

Life is short. Stories are forever. -Joe

 Writers, by nature, are lay philosophers mining their own lives looking for some kind of universal truth. The old saying write what you know is exactly what every writer is hoping for no matter what it is they’re trying to accomplish. As a writer I know this: The more truthful I can be, the more honest  and emotionally open I am willing to expose myself, the better my writing will be to read and consequently the better I will feel to have purged my subconscious.

It never occurred to me how cathartic writing could be until I stopped trying to write for the entertainment of others and finally began to write for myself. In ‘Joe’s Black T-Shirt’ I first discovered my words could heal me. Six years ago as I struggled with sobriety I realized I had never written a story for myself. I began innocently enough to write a short story called Father’s Day in which a man coincidentally enough called Joe is attending the funeral of his long time absentee father. In it this Joe receives an inheritance in the form of a letter from his deceased father briefly explaining why he left and that he has never forgotten him. After I wrote that letter, which was really to myself, I did something sober that I thought impossible, I cried. That letter, those simple words on a page, healed a pain in me I’d been carrying around since I was eight years old. Truth, I discovered, was the most important and powerful ingredient any author could possess in creating good fiction. It occurred to me immediately that what I had done for myself, maybe I could do for others. That is why I now realize I wrote A SEASON WITHOUT RAIN. Dudes don’t talk. We are taught as boys not to cry. As men we learn to turn off our emotions. This is where women are a thousand times better off than men. If you see two women embrace, you think nothing of it. But if you see one man kiss another man, I promise you one of those men are about to die. It is rare we men can be emotionally honest. We have this tendency to stuff our feelings down using drugs and alcohol to numb the pain. It becomes so habitual to the process it eventually comes to the point we no longer realize we’re even doing it. As men we wear our pain as a badge of honor. Scars and tattoos are merely skin deep compared to the pain they represent, reminders of how much we need to keep it to ourselves. As I wrote this novel it occurred to me wouldn’t it be nice, refreshing even, to write something that revealed all that manly bullshit for what it really is? A devil’s mask men wear to protect themselves, men who are scared to death to let anyone see the real fragile person hiding inside.

As a writer, I am fascinated by stories: These simple devices through which we can see society as a whole. A story can simply entertain its reader or be something bigger. The one thing we all occasionally think about but rarely talk in depth about is death. It is like to talk about it is to jinx ourselves; even worse than that is that we never discuss suicide. I have never owned a gun because I believe if I had one, I most likely would kill myself with it. Say something like that in a casual conversation at the next family bar-be-que and I promise you will instantly know the definition of silence. Ten seconds later it will be like you never said it. No one likes to acknowledge mortality or the fact it is truly a choice to live. In lieu of death; that final, permanent, irreversible step men choose self-destruction. If some guy deliberately jumps off a bridge and lives to tell about it, nobody is going to casually dismiss it, but consistently getting blind drunk, fighting with your friends, pissing in public, driving home drunk or high and living to tell about it and your considered a warrior, mildly courageous, likely to be praised by your friends for such asinine exploits. Take a bottle of pills, get rushed to the hospital and have your stomach pumped – pussy. Drink a liter of whiskey, smash your truck into a tree or a fence or your own goddamn house and live to laugh about it – hero. It’s a completely fucked up sense of machismo we dudes have invented to erase the shame we feel no matter how ridiculous or disingenuous the source.

I invented Jacob initially as a key to get to the source of my own bullshit. A device to excommunicate a lifetime of self-loathing for things that were absolutely not my fault like my father and eventually my step-father leaving and no matter how much biochemical crazy glue I poured inside my body that old familiar pain kept returning as senseless and stupidly as someone hitting themselves in the head with a hammer then having the balls to bitch about having a headache. I hope this book, this story, can do for dudes reading it what it did for me writing it, that is explain to them they can change, that there really is a God, that things can get better but it is up to them. If a dude can learn to embrace the possibility of living and quit trying to prove how brave he is by confronting death, exploring self-destruction until it eventually, almost shockingly works, then there is an amazing gift waiting for him called peace which is as immeasurable and precious as life itself.

A SEASON WITHOUT RAIN is that story about a young man, who if you were to know him, be a friend to him, you would think has a good life. As amazing as how false that assumption is in reality, it is more potent when revealed in fiction. As a reader you are allowed to follow Jacob into his darkest depths hoping he will eventually change. If some dude reading this story sees some of his own story inside this one and decides not to get divorced, or put a shotgun in his mouth, or simply give up on himself then I will be deeply satisfied. That is what I hope anyway, that by sharing a story, by reaching out to a fellow dude in pain, he will be able to do likewise and maybe that is the beginning of the end for a million others.

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Title: A Season Without Rain

Author: Joe Schwartz

Genre: Fiction

Length: 348 pages

Release Date: November 2013

ISBN-13: 978-1493513390

Imprint: GMTA Publishing

A little about the book:

: Jacob Miller is angry with himself, the world, and God. Life seems so unfair, so cruel, that he can’t imagine why anyone even tries. After having a nervous breakdown, selling his business, filing for bankruptcy, having a baby, and finding out he owes over twenty grand in taxes, he is hardly happy to be alive.

In the span of a year, Jacob will discover three very important things about life. Things can always be worse. There really is a God. And if you wait long enough anything can change.

A Season Without Rain explores that gray area between poverty and middle class life, the struggling underclass for whom there are no advocates. A powerful story told in a modern, everyday voice that will entrench readers in Jacob Miller’s black world of anger, hate, resentment, lies, and violence.

A Season Without Rain is Joe Schwartz’s first novel. His previous short story collections Joe’s Black T-Shirt, The Games Men Play, and The Veiled Prophet of St. Louis have been acclaimed vulgar as Bukowski and visceral as Carver. Joe lives and works in St. Louis happily writing stories exclusively about the Gateway City.

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Cat’s Meow~~Reviews that Purrrr–O’Captain My Captain by V.L Locey

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Hello everyone! Welcome to another special edition of The Cats Meow. This week I would like to Spotlight one of my Favorite Authors and a favorite Series To Love a Wildcat by V. L.Locey. Even though I am not a big sports fan I absolutely loved this series. If you’re looking for something , sweet, fun, humorous and sexy you should try this one out.

This week  the Third book of the series O’Captain My Captain released on  July 9th. Here is a little about it and my review.

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Title:O’ Captain! my Captain!

 

Series:To love a  Wildcat book 3

 

Author:V.L. Locey

 

Genre: Contemporary,  M/F,

 

Length: 59,252

 

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A little about the book: Being a single working mother isn`t easy. Just ask Maggie Charles. She`s juggling a job she hates, a rebellious teenage son, and the aftereffects of an abusive first marriage. There isn`t room in her life for a love affair, not that anyone would want to romance someone her age anyway, right? So why, after all these months, when she runs into the strapping Wildcats` captain at a charity event, does the sight of Derrick Andersson leave her so breathless once again? Is that really desire burning in the captain`s green eyes when he looks at her? Is it possible for a couple of been-there-and-done-thats to find love the second time around?
Published July 9th 2014 by Secret Cravings Publishing

My review:

O’ Captain! My Captain! Is the third book in the To Love a Wildcat Series. It does work fine as a standalone but I think you would enjoy it more if you have read the other two books,to get a bit more information of the characters.

I think Maggie and Derrick are my favourite characters. Maggie is a great, strong female lead, but as we all do we long for a partner, for another’s touch, someone to share our troubles with. Maggie is the perfect example of this. She is independent, has a sad past, but overcame it, handles all the trouble life throws at her and yet has a softness for a handsome hockey player.

Speaking of handsome hockey players. Derrick is most women’s dream man. He is big, strong, handsome,and yet a caring, compassionate man.

This story has lots of emotion. Maggie is struggling with a troubled teen, her new relationship and her job. Derrick is facing hidden injuries and the worry of being replaced by a new franchise owner. The story is interesting , fast paced, with a touch of humor and also some tragic twists and a real shocker near the end. There is also plenty of really hot sex and sexy hockey players and fabulous friendships.

If you like a really good contemporary romance, hot sexy men, tight friendships, real life issues, troubled teens and steamy hot sex I highly recommend this book and series!

 

A little about the Author

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Rumors are circulating widely that new Wildcats owner, Isabelle Lancourt, has the hots for the big Russian, Petro Shevenko. If I were her, I’d be waving a waiver paper under Derrick Andersson’s busted nose. The ’Cats would benefit greatly from a young stallion on that first line center position. I love the grit the fort- year-old Andersson shows, but let’s face facts. There is no way Andersson can handle our man, Jacques Martinique, am I right Drew?”

 

All eyes moved to Derrick. He lowered his glass from his mouth.

“You don’t got to worry, I’m not going anywhere. This here is our second chance to hoist The Cup. This year, it’s going to happen. I can feel it in my bones. I ain’t missing that unless I’m dead. So yeah, no worries. I’ll be there when we win.”

He sounded so sure, so confident in not only his team, but in himself that it was nigh onto impossible not to feel the same. No wonder he had been chosen as the captain so many years ago. No one on that team was more loyal or more determined then Derrick Andersson. Or so it seemed in my tired eyes. I smiled over at the man. He gave me a smile in return. Then I promptly fell asleep. Out like the proverbial light was I. My son calling, “Goodnight,” as he climbed the stairs roused me from my slumber. My feet were on Derrick’s lap. His hands rested on them. I blinked at him stupidly with gummy eyes.

“I fell asleep,” I said, like he didn’t know that. He nodded then began rubbing my feet. My bones turned to putty. “Who won?”

“Yah, I saw that. Damn rude of a man to keep a woman up all night long,” he said with a wink. My eyes remained on him as he lifted my right foot to kiss the bottom of my arch. Fire raced up from my foot to my core then shot out to my extremities. “Pittsburgh.”

“It’s okay. Keeping a woman up all night, that is,” I replied, and then bit down on my bottom lip. He had run his tongue over the top of my foot. “Good for Pittsburgh. Mmm, God that is arousing,” I whispered as he nipped at my anklebone. His beard hair tickled slightly. My breasts grew heavy, my vaginal muscles tightened. His tongue was hot, moist, tantalizing as it lapped over and between my toes. I began to wiggle in need. Trevor was still fiddling around upstairs. Derrick’s fingers slid up my leg, lifting it higher so he could taste more. His mouth roamed over my calf. He shifted on the sofa, turning his big body to face me. My fingers were now deeply embedded in the somewhat flattened cushions. I saw over the top of my calf that his jade eyes were heavy-lidded. His fingers began to skitter over my thigh. They would dance dangerously close to my crotch, then slither back down to my knee. He never stopped tasting the leg. With a word of sensual encouragement, he straightened my leg. I pointed my toes to the ceiling. His rough fingertips slid into my shorts. I threw my head back as I clamped my mouth tightly shut.

“So wet,” he said in voice deepened with lust. His finger slid under my damp panties. They moved between my slippery petals. He rested my leg on his wide shoulder. There I lay, with his hand in my pants as my son bounced around above us to music that sounded like an acid-laced funeral dirge. “You want me to stop?” he asked when I groaned.

“Don’t you dare!” I panted then let my other leg drop to the side to give him more access. He smiled as two thick fingers entered me. My backside bucked off the couch. I flung my head to the side to bury my face in the cushions. His fingers went deep inside me, rubbing, stretching, and abrading deliciously. My back bowed off the couch. I cupped my right breast, found the aching nipple, and then pinched it through my shirt. Derrick made a sound of distress.

He began working those long fingers of his in and out of me faster. I was one strong plunge from coming when he extracted his fingers slowly. I grabbed his wrist. My fingers were not even close to spanning it. The TV was still playing. My son was still jamming. I was quivering on the cusp of a lovely orgasm. Derrick moved quickly. My shorts were tugged down, my panties were removed, and I was hoisted up to sit on his lap. I grabbed his head, and then plunged my tongue into his mouth. He grunted. I heard the quick zip of his fly. We both hurried to extract a condom from his wallet. I got the pleasant task of rolling it down over him. Once we were safe I threw a leg back over his thighs then gyrated my hips until I found the round head of his prick. I inhaled shakily then sat down on him

If you want to read books one and two first,  here ya go! Just click the cover for the Secret Cravings link:

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If you’ve read any of V.L Locey’s books I would love to hear what you think!

See ya Soon!

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Cat’s meow ~~Reviews that Purrr~~Hell’s Hilltop by J.A. Dennam

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Hello everyone! July is hotter than a firecracker  and it seems there are lots of hot releases as well , so I am going to do some extra meows this month. I hope you find some really great hot summer reads,and perhaps a new author or two. I am Kicking it off with J.A. Dennam’s Hell’s Hilltop, the explosive finale to her award-winning Captive series.

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Title: Hell’s Hilltop

 

Author: J.A. Dennam

 

Genre: Action/Romance

 

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Here is a little about the book:

The fiery Captive Series conclusion that has fans diving for cover:

Burning out of control, Rena Hellberg has rightfully earned her reputation as a maniacal loose cannon. Her checkered past is riddled with holes, and as she faces life in a maximum-security psychiatric ward, fate grants her a second chance. Now she’s free, an escaped convict who is searching for the answers that could either prove her innocence or her guilt. When her murderous journey lands her in bed with the man she’s labeled a traitor, Rena faces her biggest fear of all: losing her heart to the enemy.

As a fireman, Ty Ferguson lives to help those in need. Captivated by Rena’s natural elegance, contradictory attitude, and hidden vulnerability, he can’t deny his building attraction for her. But when he puts it all on the line, the beautiful fugitive proves to be even more sensuous, more unpredictable and more dangerous than originally thought. Is her illness catching up with them both? Can he save her from herself? Or is there more to a story that is bound to end with them both go.

Here is my review. Hell’s Hilltop

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Meows/heat level: hotter than hell * sorry I couldn’t resist*   Purrs: ♥♥♥♥♥

This is book four and the finale to the Captive Series  and you really need to read them in order.

I didn’t think Between Faith and fear could be topped but oh  wow was I wrong. Hell’s Hilltop  exceeded my expectations.

I was in tears after reading Crystal Mac ( you can grab a copy free) so I dived right into this one.

A quick rundown: Ty finds himself captive to Rena who is on the run after being freed from prison in an institution for the criminally insane. Rena believes Tyler is responsible for killing Derek. She is summoned to her Ex-fiance’s home and faced with more ghosts than she had expected. She arrives to find her sister dying .She  has to deal with her ex-fiance’s new wife and the man she now finds her heart captive to. Will Rena be able to stay lucid enough to find her way to Hell’s Hilltop and right the wrongs she unintentionally started so many years ago?

 

This book will take you on one hell of a roller coaster ride(read the book to see why this is a pun I just couldn’t resist). It opens with a shocker, and down-right sexy scene and proceeds with page after page of twists and turn right up to the very end.

 

The characters are very complex and each one develops so much from being introduced in each book. I was in love with Derek from book one on. Some of the characters will shock you, each book will  make you cry to have tissue’s handy. One thing I really loved about his series is  that even the bad guys manage  tug on your heartstrings. I also love the hint of a paranormal twist too.

J.A.has done a fabulous job tying up all the loose ends in the epilogue to bring  satisfying conclusion t such a fantastic series!

I will warn you, once you start you will not want  put it down, its real nail-biting, page-turner!

 

I highly recommend this if you like romantic suspense,hot a steamy romance and shocking twists you would never expect!

 

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FREE ON SMASHWORDS:  Crystal Mac (Prologue to Hell’s Hilltop

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 Here is my review fo Crystal Mac:

Crystal is the only female ghost  the IGP created. This is  a special ops organization, basically hired assassins. These assassins are created with a special drug that gives them extraordinary hearing, smell, speed, super-strength and healing powers. I can’t really say much more without spoilers for the first two books.

Crystal is a very complex character. In the last book  I was torn to hate her or like her. I will say she redeems herself In this  one and I really like her. She is spunky and tough on the outside, but soft and sweeten him inside. She wants only what most of us want and that’s to be loved.

The story is action packed with some twists and turns, full of nail-biting suspense, and some hot sex too.

I can’t wait for Hell’s Hilltop. I wonder if Rena and Ty will be able to redeem themselves?

 

Did you miss the first two books?

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Book #1  Truth and Humility 

 

Book #2 Between Faith and Fear:

 

Here is  a little about  J.A. Dennam:

J.A. Dennam

 

J. A. Dennam, an award-winning author and member of Romance Writers of America, resides in a small Kansas town with her husband and four children.   Besides her great love for literary arts, her passions include fine art, culinary art and music.

 

Storytelling has been a part of her life since childhood, when insomnia forced a young girl of six into counting popcorn on the ceiling in the dead of night.  Confessing her problem to her older sister, the two girls decided to tell each other stories to entice sleep; however, the inevitable snore always tore through her sister’s nose before she could utter the words ‘Once Upon A Time.’  So, the stories began to flow in silence, her imagination taking her to quiet, private places so enthralling, the trick was suddenly to stay awake.  Each night, she went to bed anticipating the continuation of the adventure that had been interrupted by sleep the previous night.  Soon, insomnia was no longer a problem and the stories would sometimes take months to complete.

Those habits carried on to adulthood until the need to purge her stories demanded she put them in print.  Her fascination with romance, fast cars and adventure films is what structures her stories today, making Romantic Suspense the genre she was simply born to write.

For over twenty years, Ms. Dennam has been ensconced in her career as a painter of Western art.  In the meantime, however, she managed to complete three novels: FLESH OF ANGELS, FLESH OF THE FATHER, and TRUTH AND HUMILITY.  The recent decision to forgo her fine art career in lieu of her writing career was a simple one.  Her passion for writing far outshines all other passions and she has only just begun to build her list of achievements by entering writing contests, joining local writer’s groups and stocking local bookstores with her titles.

Ms Dennam is proud to announce that she is now represented by Marisa A. Corvisiero, Esq. with the Corvisiero Literary Agency.

You can stalk–ooops-Follow  J.A. Dennam at 

Website: http://www.jadennam.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jadennamauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JADennam

I’m not done yet! here is a special excerpt of Hells Hilltop

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Ty turned her by her shoulders. “Look at me.”

 

No.

 

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

 

When she did, the tears that had been building behind her lids made two warm tracks down her cheeks. “I don’t want to,” Rena ground out.

 

He grabbed her neck and pushed her chin up with his thumbs. Two denim blue orbs bore into hers. “Tough shit.”

Her shoulders sagged as she let her hands drop to his chest. The man wasn’t going to let her crumble. It was as simple as that. “I used to be stronger than this,” she confessed with a tearful sniff.

“You will be again. It’ll take time.”

He really believed that. The proof was in his eyes, so full of strength. Burning with encouragement. She needed that strength. Needed an outlet for the angst that threatened to rip her sanity to threads.

Reading her thoughts, he frowned a little. “You look like you want to tear into me.”

Her lips parted as she studied his mouth. “No. I want you to tear into me.”

What?”

“I need you right now. More than ever.”

The curved muscle beneath her hands hardened like rock. “Last time you said that,” Ty replied with caution, “I walked into a trap.”

“Last time I said that,” her lips grazed the coarse edge of his jawline, “I didn’t know what I was missing.”

 

WAIT! There’s more!  A give away!

There will be 3 lucky winners!

Grand Prize: Complete “Captive Series” Paperback Collection (Truth and Humility, Between Faith and Fear, Crystal Mac, and Hell’s Hilltop), SIGNED by J.A. Dennam

1st Runner Up: Complete “Captive Series” E-book Collection

2nd Runner Up: Crystal Mac and Hell’s Hilltop E-books

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one last tease!

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Hurry and  add all four of these to your to read list to heat up your summer!

See ya soon!

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Its a Manic Monday!—The winner is…

Hello everyone!  It’s Monday again. So far so good, but I feel like I’m heading out for  a 5gillion k marathon, I have so much to do this month.

AND THE WINNER IS!!!!!

I would like to announce the winner of my gift card room the Freedom hop! Thanks to all who stopped by and commented! It was fun and I found some interesting looking new books to add to my ever-growing  to read list. Congratulations Kristen!

I got the edits back on Sunday for My Ghost story submission and First Bites. The submission is due by July 31 so that’s the first priority.  Today I plan to get that cleaned up and sent to one last beta reader to help me on the sex scenes, then I can send it to someone to make sure is formatted to the guidelines and it should be off by next Monday or  Tuesday.  As soon as is off ill be getting  to Bites

Getting so much closer!!

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. I want to get these two  done  so I can get back to my mm alien, humorous story, since I am having so much fun with that.

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See why I’m having fun????

 

I won’t be doing much blogging,so I set up some special reviews and new releases. I am going to try to get back to blogging next month. Please don’t give up on me!

See ya soon!

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In the Lair With Alethea Williams

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Title: Walls for the Wind

Author: Alethea Williams

Genre: Western historical

Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press

Date of publication: April 2014

 A little about Walls for the Wind

Can an angel survive Hell on Wheels? When Kit Calhoun leaves New York City with a train car full of foundlings from the Immigrant Children’s Home, she has no clue she might end up as adoptive mother to four of them in rip-roaring Cheyenne, Wyoming. Kit has spent her life in the Children’s Home and now she rides the Orphan Trains, distributing homeless children to the young nation’s farmers as fast as the rails are laid.

The first time handsome Patrick Kelley spies Kit in Julesburg, Colorado Territory, he wants her. But circumstances, and a spectral-looking demented gambler as well as Kit’s certainty no one in his right mind would want her cobbled-together family, conspire to keep them apart. As Patrick and Kit and her brood ride Hell on Wheels into their destiny, they’re all forced to leave behind everything they knew and forge new lives in the raw American West.

 

Want a little more?:

“Frau Goff, you must listen,” she said softly. “Your son was arrested by the constable. Helmut will not be coming home. Reverend Howe is trying to convince the magistrate to release the boy into our custody, rather than have him spend ten days in the public Juvenile Asylum under the influence of the older, hardened hooligans incarcerated there. It was Helmut, Frau Goff, who told us where to find you.”

At the news, the woman’s hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes distant now even though they never left Kit’s face, she moaned, rocking the little girl back and forth. “Ah, Gott in heaven, what shall we do now?” she pleaded under her breath.

“You need to go to the hospital, Frau Goff,” Kit urged, even though she knew the charity wards were full to bursting with sick and dying immigrants. Reverend Howe, however, was prepared to use all his considerable influence to convince the Baldwin sisters to take just these three more into their already overburdened care.

“I cannot go to hospital.” The woman covered her mouth, throat rasping as she coughed up more blood. Twin spots of fever-induced color suffused her sallow cheeks. “Then Hannah would have no one.”

The woman’s hands lovingly kneaded the little girl. Kit waited, fingertips resting on the woman’s arm. Puffs of vapor escaped the child’s rosebud mouth, freezing as her warm breath hit the cold air. Hannah’s eyelids drooped as she lay quietly now in her mother’s arms, and she blinked sleepily.

“It makes no difference if I agree, yah? All you have to do is wait. When I die,” the sick woman said in a dull rasp, “my children will truly be left all alone.”

Kit swallowed the reply that wanted to spill from her lips, words of false hope and promise that the woman would recover. Perhaps, with time, good food, rest and a change of climate, there might have been a chance. But as it was, destitute and starving and already ravaged by her illness, there was in truth little the medical profession could do for Helga Goff.

“Will you sign?” Kit asked in German, fingers tightening on the woman’s skeletal arm. Educated at the asylum in languages, as well as painting and piano, at least some of her training stood her in good stead this day. “Will you give us the opportunity to shepherd your children toward a better life?”

The widow Goff studied Kit with burning eyes. “You will keep Helmut and Hannah together?” she pleaded, also in her native tongue. “Brother and sister always. You will not separate them? Make your solemn pledge to me now, before Almighty God.”

“I assure you the asylum will educate them and find them a home.”

“No! To you! To you alone will I give up my children. Promise me they will be together. Always.” Her voice fading, the woman’s last word ended on a sigh. Her small strength in defense of her children spent, her head drooped toward her chest.

Kit craned her neck, looking frantically over her shoulder to Reverend Howe for guidance. He held out his hands, palms up. “You have chosen to do this work, Katherine.”

Finding no help from the bear of a man in the massive greatcoat, Kit turned her gaze back toward the woman and child. Looking down on the little girl’s soft, golden curls, she said, “Very well, Frau Goff. I promise you that Helmut and Hannah will remain together.”

The sick woman raised her head. For an instant she searched Kit’s face. Then apparently reading truth there, she reached unsteadily for the pen that Reverend Howe had already dipped in ink. Her lips moved as she struggled to read aloud in English:

This document certifies that I am the mother and sole legal guardian of Helmut Goff, age eight, and Hannah Goff, age two. I hereby willingly agree for the Immigrant Children’s Asylum to provide them a home until they are of age. I further promise never to interfere in any arrangements made on their behalf.

Once more she raised fever-bright eyes to Kit’s, as if seeking a way out of signing away her children. But both of them knew it was too late. There was no rescue in this world for Frau Helga Goff. Shoulders rounded in defeat, she lowered her eyes to the release form and signed in a spidery European hand.

 

You can buy it here!

Whiskey Creek Press http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1207&zenid=a205121bb3b209561e127de92501aa88
Kindle

http://www.amazon.com/Walls-Wind-Alethea-Williams-ebook/dp/B00JFIW2ZE/

Nook

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/walls-for-the-wind-alethea-williams/1119074637?ean=2940149284443

My husband read this book and he really liked it.

Alethea has a few questions for her characters:

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Alethea Williams:

Hello, I’m happy to be here today. Even though I wrote Walls for the Wind, I still have a few questions for some of the characters. Let’s try to interview the newspaperman and photographer for the Evening Post who came west from New York City with the orphan train, Mr. Henry Rawlings and Mr. Joshua Simpson. Gentlemen, let me start by asking if you feel you present a true picture of the West for your readers?

Joshua Simpson:

Photographs don’t lie, Mrs. Williams.

Alethea:

Perhaps. But they can be staged. And the words that accompany them can be slanted in whatever direction the writer wishes the reader to lean.

J.S.:

I think we’ve just been insulted, Henry.

Henry Simpson:

Are you referring to anything in particular that I have written, Mrs. Williams? Or do you just enjoy indulging in general character assassination?

Alethea:

I had no idea your feelings were so easily bruised, gentlemen. I just wanted to know if you dressed up your reports a bit, in order to attract readers or perhaps even to assist the government in its efforts to settle the vast interior of this continent. Do you confess to smoothing the rough edges sometimes?

H.R.:

I usually do the interviewing, Mrs. Williams. I never realized until this moment that I don’t much like being interviewed.

J.S.:

Nor I being put in the glare of the footlights.

Alethea:

“All the world’s a stage,” as has been noted.

H.R.:

And you think we serve up the news As You Like It, eh, Mrs. Williams? All right, I acknowledge that upon occasion I leave out the ugly bits in order to polish up the bright spots. Didn’t you do as much with your little book?

Alethea:

My book is fiction, sir. I tried to show the bad as well as the good of a train of orphans leaving charitable institutions for distribution to settlers.

H.R.:

Yes, well, we haven’t the luxury of thousands of words like you. Newspapers measure words by column inches, and we have a deadline. If there is a certain point I wish to make, I must make it in a few hundred words. I haven’t the freedom to invent the facts, as, for instance, fiction writers are permitted to do.

J.S.:

And just one picture can convey in just the briefest glance the feeling, background, and circumstances of a situation that would take many hundreds of words to describe.

Alethea:

Do you ever consider that your words inspire people, especially young people, to come west with unrealistic expectations?

H.R.:

Don’t all words inspire expectations of some sort in the reader? Whether that expectation is to be instructed, inspired, or merely entertained, there is a definite bargain struck between the writer and the person who takes the time to read and digest the writer’s words.

Alethea:

Well said, Mr. Rawlings. I can see that’s as far as we’re going to get on this subject today. So on that parting note, I thank you gentlemen for bearing with me and my questions as much as you have done. And thank you to readers from all of us connected with Walls for the Wind!

A little about Alethea

Alethea Williams

Western history has been the great interest of my adult life. I’ve lived in Wyoming, Colorado, and Oregon. Although an amateur historian, I am happiest researching different times and places in the historical West. And while staying true to history, I try not to let the facts overwhelm my stories. Story always comes first in my novels, and plot arises from the relationships between my characters. I’m always open to reader response to my writing.

Website: http://aletheawilliams.weebly.com/

Blog: http://www.actuallyalethea.blogspot.com/

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Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Alethea-Williams/e/B0077CD2HW/

The Romance Reviews author page: http://www.theromancereviews.com/ActuallyAlethea

Thanks for stopping by I hope you enjoyed the interview and check out the book!!

See ya soon!

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