Friday, May 04, 2018

#FridayFeatures Celebrating Southern Magic Authors #Romance #MakingMagic

Author: Bambi Lynn

Title: Mask of the Highlander

Released: February 8, 2018

Blurb:

Once she was afraid to touch him. Now she's afraid to let go.

Forced to marry to avoid war between clans, Kenna Cleary endured three days of her new husband's painful brutality, unaware of his demon heritage. Leaving her for dead, he rode off to battle the English. In the five years of his absence, she bore him a daughter, increased his holdings, and gained the love and respect of his people. Now he's home. Must she and the clan learn to endure his cruelty once more?

Can an ancient Celtic god find peace in the mortal world?

The Laird of Domhnul has returned from war a changed man--moreso than his wife can possibly know. Now the warrior faces a new battle, one for his wife's heart, and his people's trust. He must walk the knife's edge of deception and danger, all while learning to manage the supernatural power flaring inside him and discovering a heritage he never imagined.

But when his father embroils both them in a deadly plot, can the couple find a way to prevent war between their clans?



About the Author:

Yes. Bambi is my real name.

I grew up on a farm in South Georgia. My high school was very small with a graduating class of less than 100 people. Shortly after high school, I met my wonderful husband who took me to Belgium, where a three-year tour turned into fifteen. While living in Europe, I nurtured my love o all things medieval. I often get homesick for Belgium, but with the world wide web, I'm home with the click of a mouse. I now live with my husband and son in the Deep South.

When not plugging away at my keyboard, I teach World History and English Literature. I love to ride my big black Tennessee Walker, Jamaica. My husband and I each have a Harley to go with our collection of classic cars and hot rods.

Bambi Lynn graduated from the University of Maryland European Division with a bachelor's degree in English and History. She writes Historical and Contemporary Paranormal Romances set in Scotland, England and Ancient Rome.


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Friday, April 27, 2018

#FridayFeatures Celebrating Southern Magic Authors #Romance #MakingMagic

Author: Jillian Chantal

Title: Captain Vane's Daughter

Released: February 6, 2018

Blurb:

Lydia Vane has been told all her life that she is the illegitimate daughter of the savage pirate, Captain Charles Vane. Her mother perished in childbirth, leaving her with a cruel grandmother. As soon as her evil grandmother died, Lydia, along with her faithful companion and freed slave, Benedict, set sail for the West Indies to find the truth of her parentage. Immediately upon their arrival in Jamaica, Lydia encounters a privateer who offers to help her.

Leo Mountbank, a privateer being threatened with the noose for piracy, believes the lovely Lydia is misguided and foolish in her quest. Drawn to her, he agrees to join the search. Benedict doesn't trust the scalawag, but Lydia is set on doing things her way. Fearing for her safety and virtue, Benedict resolves to be vigilant in protecting her. But then Lydia leaves with the pirate and Benedict fears all is lost.



Excerpt:

A young man in a black frock coat came striding across the grass, which was quickly turning to mud. He was soaking wet as well, although the rain seemed to bead up on the great coat rather than soak through the material. I had a fleeting thought that the wool coat seemed out of place on this island where the temperature was quite warm. The man's hair was plastered to his head and I realized mine had to look as bad as his.

"I'm Leo Mountbank." The man held his hand out as if he were in a formal parlor. I took hold of it. "Lydia Vane."

"Oh ho, Miss Vane. It is Miss, right?"

"That's right. I'm not married." Could this evening in the cemetery get any odder? I can't believe we're standing here chatting as water runs down our necks, ruining our clothing.

Leo nodded at the tombstone. "Any relation to that old pirate?"

I wasn't about to tell this stranger that I was in Jamaica for the sole purpose of learning about this very pirate who was hanged in 1721, the year I turned two. Rumor had it he was in the Carolina about seven months before my birthday in March of 1719. The official story was he was there in order to coax Blackbeard to help him retake Nassau form the English.

My grandmother's version was that he was there in order to seduce young ladies. She'd always said he fathered me while he was there and that was the great shame of my mother's short life. A price she paid in full, it seems, by dying giving birth to me. My grandmother never forgave me for not obliging and doing the same. After a long childhood of being my grandmother's whipping post, as soon as she herself was in the ground, I booked passage away from home, planning to never return. I had a burning need to leave that place.




About the Author:

Jillian Chantal is the nom de plume of a lawyer moonlighting as a    writer of romantic fiction. Most often she can be found either at her
keyboard banging out words, working on a legal issue or just surfing the web and calling it research. Her other guilty pleasure is her one-sided love affair with the actor Alan Rickman. She owns all his movies and would probably give away her cat for a chance to meet him. She'd keep her children, though. It would be a sacrifice, but she would be brave.

Jillian lives on the Florida Gulf Coast where she bemoans the
humidity most of the year but she's otherwise charming and
engaging (at lease in her own mind).


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Friday, April 20, 2018

#FridayFeatures Celebrating Southern Magic Authors #Romance #MakingMagic

Author: Hildie McQueen

Title: Brash: Frederick

Released: January 28, 2018

Blurb:

Brash hero meets methodical beauty...

Loner Frederick Edwards is dispatched to fetch his sister's groom after running him off. When he stops at a ranch along the way as a favor to a friend, he ends up accepting a job as a ranch hand. Now he has two problems, fixing the wedding mess he created and staying away from the enticing ranch owner.

Kennedy Brooks is stuck. Although she loves her ranch, it's too much for her to handle alone. Between selling the ranch, a persistent ex, and her unruly pet goats, there is enough turmoil in her life without the added distraction of the drop-dead gorgeous new ranch hand.

A sexy holiday story of attraction, realizations and sugarplum fairies.



About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling author Hildie McQueen loves unusual situations and getting into interesting adventures, which is what her characters do as well. She writes romance because she is in love with love! Author of Romance in Highland historical, Western Historical and contemporary, she writes something every reader can enjoy.

Most days she can be found in her pajamas hiding from deliverymen while drinking tea from her David Gandy coffee mug. In the afternoons, she browses the Internet for semi-nude men to post on Facebook. Hildie's favorite past-times are romance conventions, traveling, shopping and reading.

She resides in beautiful small town Georgia with her super-hero husband Kurt, an unruly boy Chihuahua Pepito and a spoiled rotten girl Chiweenie named Lola.



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Friday, April 13, 2018

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Author: Nancee Cain

Title: Loving Lili

Released: January 22, 2018

Blurb:

Their lovemaking is hot and dirty. Their breakups are nasty and epic.

Tired of taking the blame for every wicked thing that happens on earth, fallen angel Luc DeVille decides to write a tell-all book exposing The Boss.

Sharing a long and passionate history, Luc is shocked when Lili Nix arrives to interview for the job as editor. Immediately the verbal sparring begins, but the sexual chemistry remains combustible. Fascinated by his heavenly creature, Luc changes his home game plan. After all, she's the only angel who has ever held his attention and understood his intentions.

Being in this world, but not of this world, is a lonely business. Can two lost angels connect and make it last this time?


Excerpt:

     Luc chuckles. "What's on the agenda today? Aside from kinky sex and working on my book?"

     "Kinky sex is not one of the services you are procuring. Just editing and probably ghostwriting, judging by what I've read."

     "My, my, aren't we touchy this morning. You need caffeine, my dear. And my writing isn't that bad."

     I raise one eyebrow. "It reads like a pedantic textbook and put me to sleep in no time."

     "Ah, that accounts for the lovely lavender circles under your eyes." His blue eyes twinkle with devilment.

     "Smart ass." I gratefully accept the coffee he hands me. "Do you want breakfast?"

     "Depends on what you're offering. You with some chocolate and whipped cream would be delightful."

     I roll my eyes. "You're just full of cliches."

     "I aim to please."

     "Don't you have some clueless human you can use these pathetic pickup lines on?"

     "Always." He stares out the window, not speaking for a moment. "I'm tired, Lili." His voice sounds uncharacteristically soft, his look pensive.

     I put my cut down. "Tired? You can go back to bed if you'd like." I quickly add, "Alone."

     "Not that kind of tired. Just..." He shrugs. "I don't know."

     I stare at him, trying to stay one step ahead. I think I need more coffee before trying to figure out this angel's angle. As if reading my mind, Luc refreshes my cup, and I instinctively step back. It's eerie how he knows me.

     "I want to propose an idea."

     I wait for the punch line. With Luc, nothing is ever as it seems. There are always strings attached.

     "You said last night we could be friends. Could we give it a try?" His gaze holds mine.

     Here we go.

     "With you, being friends means benefits. Not no, but hell no. I'll work with you on your damn book, but that's it."

     "I don't care about the book. I just want...never mind." He turns his back to me and hangs his head, his arms outstretched, gripping the counter. His fiery wings droop and disappear.

     Curiosity gets the best of me. "Want what?"

     He looks over his shoulder at me. "Twenty-four hours to just be with me. No hidden agenda, no games, it will be a true vacation. I just want to relax and be myself with someone who understands me."

     I laugh at his preposterous proposition. "No sex. No flirting. Just hanging out together?" I laugh so hard my coffee sloshes in my mug. When he doesn't immediately respond, my laughter dies. An awkward silence lingers.

     "Yep. Let's pretend we're boring humans. They seem happy enough at times. Maybe a little flirting; I'm not a monk."

     "You're kidding me. You sneer and make fun of humans."

     Luc nods. "I did and still do. Not many of them are worth anything, but then one comes along and surprises you."

     I cock my head to the side and study him. "Did you love her? Or him?" I ask softly.

     My gut clenches at the thought. I know he's not celibate; he isn't wired that way. And I'm fine with him having one-night stands, but...

     He frowns and rubs his finger over the granite counter. "I don't know. I don't know that I'm capable of love. She was intriguing, for sure." He looks at me and my toes curl. "Jo reminded me a lot of you. She didn't take shit off anyone. And she truly cared about me."

     Ah, he's talking about the human that won the heart of Raphael. I heard all about it from Madge. A tinge of jealousy zips through me, but I push it aside. I'm surprised by his self-awareness. He's right. Being incapable of love is his problem. And it's my problem because I do love him.

     "So, you're proposing a truce?" I'm not one hundred percent sure I can trust him, but I want to. And he's right; it's exhausting not being able to show your true self. This is exactly what I've missed, connecting with other angels.

     "Yeah. For twenty-four hours. Unless you're too chicken to try."

     My feathers ruffle before settling. I know what he's doing. He knows I won't back down from a challenge.

     "Fine." I hold out my hand, sure he's going to either kiss it or yank me closer. At this point in time, I'd be fine with either. I'm hopeless where he's concerned.

     To my surprise, he gives it a firm handshake. "Good. I'm going for a run, be thinking about what you want to do today as we explore being human." He whistles for Black Shuck, who follows his master out the door.

     This strange turn in our relationship feels surreal. Twenty-four hours. As friends. It's never happened before.

     I give him twelve hours to fuck it up.



About the Author:

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

Authors have always been her rock stars, and she's been known to stalk a few for an autograph, but not in a scary, Stephen King way. Her husband swears her To-Be-Read list on her e-reader qualified her as a certifiable book horder.

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


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Friday, April 06, 2018

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Author: Hildie McQueen

Title: The Duke's Fiery Bride

Released: January 22, 2018

Blurb:

Reputed to be ruthless and feared, pirate Captain Dorian Lyon McAlpin rules over the seas along with his crew of cutthroats aboard his ship, The Mawdelyn. When he chances being caught to see his dying mother, his life takes a drastic turn. Fate brings him face to face with the one woman who destroyed his life. It seems the opportunity for revenge is sometimes served on a silver platter.

Running for her life with her infant son, Ileana MacTavish is forced to depend on pirates of all people in order to stay alive. With the future uncertain, she demands an audience with the captain of The Mawdelyn. What she doesn't expect is to find the man who not only hates her but also is more lethal than the danger she's running from.




About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling author Hildie McQueen loves unusual situations and getting into interesting adventures, which is what her characters do as well. She writes romance because she is in love with love! Author of Romance in Highland historical, Western Historical and contemporary, she writes something every reader can enjoy.

Most days she can be found in her pajama hiding from deliverymen while drinking tea from her David Gandy coffee mug. In the afternoons she browses the Internet for semi-nude men to post on Facebook. Hildie's favorite past-times are romance conventions, traveling, shopping and reading.

She resides in beautiful small town Georgia with her super-hero husband Kurt, an unruly boy Chihuahua Pepito and a spoiled rotten girl Chiweenie name Lola.


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Friday, March 30, 2018

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Author: Christine Glover

Title: Falling For Her Bodyguard (Brotherhood Protector's Kindle World Novella)

Released: January 11, 2018

Blurb:

They'll risk their lives---and their hearts---in order to survive...

After he's medically discharged from the Marines, ex-sniper Ethan Walker joins the Brotherhood Protectors as an elite bodyguard. Returning to Montana forces him to face his troubled past... and to make matters worse, his first client is a sexy, gorgeous actress who's way out of his league.

Delaney Lawson returns to her hometown to catch up and have fun with her girlfriends. Everything changes when she almost dies in a car accident and discovers it was definitely not accidental. For her safety, she hires Ethan... a muscular, powerful, hot bodyguard who watches her every move. But he's doing more than keeping her safe from the stalker's escalating threats---he's sparking all kinds of naughty thoughts she yearns to act on. Unfortunately, he's determined to keep his hands off her.

Despite their attemps to maintain a professional distance, heat flares between them and their sexual chemistry spirals into an intense connection. But when the stalker's threats against Delaney escalate, Delaney and Ethan must choose between saving themselves... or saving each other.



Excerpt:

"Can it wait until morning?" She lifted her head, her beautiful green eyes glittered with unshed tears. "I just want one night where I can pretend no one is after me. That no one wants to hurt me. Please, Ethan. Just hold me. Don't let me go."

"You're tired." He didn't break their fagil contact. But he should. He really needed to create some distance between them. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from acting on every wild impulse he had about being with her. "You need to get some sleep."

"I'm afraid. What if Joh comes here?"

"Don't be. I'll be right outside your bedroom door." Fuck. She looked so damn vulnerable, but he couldn't take advantage of her fear. "He'd have to get through me first."

"I don't want you outside my bedroom door." She stroked her hands up his back until they reached the base of his neck. "I can't stand the idea of being alone tonight."

He shouldn't. No. Nada. No way should he agree to be with her. There had to be some code in the Brotherhood Protectors's manifesto against crawling into bed with their clients. But he understood all too well the aftereffects of dodging danger. The adrenaline rush fllowed by the realization that death nearly caught you in its snare.

"I'll stay with you," he said. "Hold you. But nothing more. I won't take advantage of you."

"That's okay, as long as you don't stop me from taking advantage of you," she said, kissing his jaw and moving her lips closer, closer still to his mouth.



About the Author:

Christine Glover is the author of sensual, smart, emotionally satisfying comtemporary romances. She loves discovering how her determined heroines and super sexy heroes with heart journey toward their own happily afters. Her characters are real people from all walks of life who embody classic love stories with a modern twist.

Born in the Netherlands, Christine's parents immigrated to Canada where she spent her formative years. After meeting her own real life hero, she married her Texan Alpha man and moved to the United States where she's lived both north and south of the Mason Dixon line. Now Christine lives in Alabama with her husband the Physicist, a wild and crazy cat, and spends way too much time FaceTiming her daughter in Texas. She enjoys finding the silly in the serious, making wine out of sour grapes, and giving people giggle fits along with heartfelt hugs. When she's not writing, you can find her traveling the world, cooking gourmet food, and desperately seeking a corkscrew.


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Friday, March 23, 2018

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Author:  Hildie McQueen

Title: Broken: Taylor (Laurel Creek Series)

Released:  January 9, 2018

Blurb:

Ex-detective Taylor Hamilton is broken. After the devastating loss of his children and parents, his marriage crumbled and fell apart. Besides the grief, he is tortured daily by intense pain after a job related shooting. Not willing to face the reality of what his life has become, he finds a way to deal with it that could make everything worse.

Allison Brennan has one huge reason for returning to her childhood home of Laurel Creek, Montana... Taylor Hamilton. Looking for a fresh start after a failed relationship, Allison opens a flower shop and sets her sights on the ex-detective she's loved since high school. Unfortunately the main obstacle in the way is none other than Taylor Hamilton himself.

Do Taylor and Allison have a second chance at love, or will they destroy each other in the process?


About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling author Hildie McQueen loves unusual situations and getting into interesting adventures, which is what her characters do as well. She writes romance because she is in love with love! Author of Romance in Highland historical, Western Historical and contemporary, she writes something every reader can enjoy.

Most days she can be found in her pajamas hiding from deliverymen while drinking tea from her David Gandy coffee mug. In the afternoons she browses the Internet for semi-nude men to post on Facebook.
Hildie's favorite past-times are romance conventions, traveling, shopping and reading.

She resides in beautiful small town Georgia with her super-hero husband Kurt, an unruly boy Chihauhua Pepito and a spoiled rotten girl Chiweenie named Lola.


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Friday, March 16, 2018

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Author:  Alexandra Rushe

Title:  A Meddle of Wizards (Fledging Magic)

Released:  January 9, 2018

Blurb:

Welcome to Tandara, where gods are fickle, nightmares are real, and trolls make excellent bakers...

Raine Stewart always thought she would die young in Alabama, alone and miserable from her chronic illness. Until a man in a shabby cloak walked in through her mirror and demanded help to stop a bloodthirsty wizard who worships a mad god.

Raine is sure she's hallucinating, just one more insult from her failing body. But she refuses anyway. So he kidnaps her, launching her into a world of utmost danger--and urgent purpose.

Tandara is fresh and cruel as nature itself, ruled by unpredictable gods and unstable nations. Shapeshifters and weather-workers advise queens and legends. Giants and trolls patrol unforgiving mountains. Riverboats pulled by sea-cattle ply trade down broad waterways. And creatures of nightmare and farce stalk Raine herself, vicious in the pursuite of her blood.

It's lucky, then, that she's been kidnapped by a bad as resourceful as it is odd: a mage-shy warrior, a tattered wizard, and a prickly troll sorceress. They swear she has power of her own, too. If she can stay under their protection, she might just live long enough to find out...


About the Author:

Alexandra Rushe was born in South Alabama, and grew up climbing trees, searching for sprites and fairies in the nearby woods, and dreaming of other worlds. The daughter of an english teacher and a small-town judge,  Rushe developed a love of reading early on, and haunted the school and local libraries, devouring fairy tales, myths and tales of adventure. In the seventh grade, she stumbled across a copy of The Hobbit, and was forever changed.

When not writing, Rushe is the pastry chef at Jabberwocky Cafe, a local eatery that caters to magical folk. Her gnome nut bars, pixie palmiers, and wizard struesel are popular favorites, but her pound cake is the bestseller. As it happens, the rolling hills near Rushe's home are filthy with trolls, and pound cake is an excellent way to tame them... unless the trolls live under a bridge, in which case, Rushe recommends goat puffs.



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Friday, March 09, 2018

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Author:  Katherine Kobey

Title:  A Playful Journey

Released:  January 3, 2018

Blurb:

A yearlong love affair comes to a shattering halt and rocks Aubree Sellers world. She is blindsided by Marshall Keller's admission...
"I'm happily married Aubree, we can't go on like this."

Her thoughts scrambled to understand. Heartbroken, ashamed, and afraid, she reaches out to the only one who has always been easy to talk to. Her prim and proper grandmother Rosalie. A Godly woman like her Grammy couldn't possibly understand what Aubree is going through, but she has no one else to turn to.

Or could she?

With a warm and sympathethic smile, Rosalie touches Aubree's heart with her own surrendered heartbreak. As the story unfolds, Aubree rushes to a conclusion and knows exactly what she has to do. Confront Marshall. Rosalie doesn't stop her.  Will Aubree's spontaneous decision have her missing out on the rest of the story?


Excerpt:

"For starters, it's probably a complete waste of time even talking about him," Aubree said, turning the volume of her voice upward. "Oh, Grammy, I'm so heartbroken. We've been seeing each other for almost a year and I had no idea. I feel like an idiot." She rose from her seat and shuffled across the creaky wooden porch to the railing where she could see her grandfather, Warren, on his knees digging intently into the soil around the rose bushes. "All I've ever wanted is someone just like Grandpa," she said, pointing across the yard. "He is the perfect man," she said, affection in her voice.

At thirty-years-old, she wondered if she would ever find Mr. Right.



About the Author: 

Recently retired, traveling, and enjoying life, Katherine Kobey hung up her career after over thirty years in the healthcare industry as a corporate executive to pursue her lifelong love of the literary arts. She is an avid reader and writer of short stories and poems. Now, as a first time novelist, she contributes her achievement to the many women who have shared their personal experiences from the heart. The emotional transformation of their stories to words has been the inspiration of her literary work. Katherine believes as music is to the ears, so is  writing to the heart. When she is not traveling, she spends her time in Birmingham, Alabama, with her family.


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Friday, March 02, 2018

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Author: Sherry Fowler Chancellor

Title:  Cowboy Boots on the Ground

Released:  December 23, 2017

Blurb:

New York heiress Olivia Jacobs flees from her stepfather who's trying to kill her in order to obtain her trust funds. Eventually landing in Texas where she buys a country bar she names Ollie's, Olivia believes herself safe. Then one night in the bar, some thugs decide to rob the place. Olivia pulls out her Stillson wrench and ends their plans. Unfortunately, the event goes viral on the internet, and the media surrounds her home the next day. Her cover is blown and her face is all over the tabloids. Now she must run again.
Rocky, a rancher living in the same town, offers to help her escape. Not quite trusting him, or the attraction she feels for him, she's reluctant--that is, until her stepfather's minions show up and she realizes she's out of options. Now both she and Rocky are on the run from one of the most powerful men in New York, and things are about to get ugly...

Excerpt:

He wanted to help, and he probably could--if she could trust him...

Olivia picked her chair up and sat. Sipping her coffee, she watched him a few seconds. "Okay then. Talk," she finally said.

"I was military intelligence for a number of years so,  it's something where you need help in that direction, I'm your man. If you need someone with weapons skills, I'm your guy there, too."

"Why would you think I need that type of help?"

"Since you got so offended when I made the comment about your mother's illness, my training tells me there's something else going on here than a mere fear by a daughter of being held back by her mother's issues. Why don't you tell me what is going on and let me see if there's any way for me to assist you."

"Answer one question first."

"What's that?"

"Why? Why are you so gung-ho to help me? We've never really hit it off and, all of a sudden, you're being kind and want to act like the Boy Scout who helps the old lady across the street."

The phone started ringing again. They let it pay out. Rocky picked up where they left off. "I want to help you because I'm a nice guy, no matter what you might think, and I see you need it. There's a mob outside your door who would eat you alive if given half a chance. You could call Sharon to assist you but I'm quite sure my skill-set is a bit better at handling those people out there than hers."

"You're probably right, but can you blame me for doubting your motives?"

He shook his head. This was getting ridiculous.

"You're right. I'm done. Have a nice life." Rocky rose from his seat, shoved the chair under the table and turned toward the back door.

In the moment his hand touched the knob, she said, "Okay. Okay. Sorry. I do need help. Please come and sit. I'll tell you everything."



About the Author:

Sherry Fowler Chancellor is an attorney in her day job which is a wonderful and rewarding career. At nights and on weekends, she is a writer. This career is also a rich and rewarding one. Sherry has a number of romance novels published under her pseudonym. She also has many short stories under both her real name and per pen name.
Sherry Fowler Chancellor is the name Sherry is using for her mystery stories.
S. F. Chancellor is the name Sherry is using for her YA fiction in order to provide less confusion to the reader as to which audience she is trying to reach.
She is a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution but is an Anglophile at heart. Reading Agatha Christie novels and Sherlock Holmes stories as a kid made her want to run away to England and she hasn't gotten over that desire yet. On her visits, she feels like she's come "home." Perhaps in another life, she was a chamber made or a duchess

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Friday, February 16, 2018

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Author:  Susan Carlisle

Title:  Christmas With the Best Man

Released:  December 1, 2017

Blurb:

A kiss, a fling…a wedding ring? 

Dr. Helena Tate still believes in love, despite her past heartbreak, and that one day she'll have a baby of her own. Her gorgeous but brooding colleague Dr. Elijah Davenport, however, is not the man to pin her hopes on. He's no longer interested in long-term relationships.

But being maid of honor and best man at a wedding in snow-covered Central Park heightens their attraction. Soon their Christmas fling becomes so much more! Can Helena tame Manhattan Mercy's playboy—so they both get the love they deserve?



Excerpt:


Dr. Helena Tate knew what a madhouse the ER could be like during and after a major nor’eastern but to experience it first hand was always a draining experience. Not only was snow piled everywhere, the wind was howling and the temperature teeth clatteringly cold.
            Injured people filled the chairs and any extra space in Manhattan Mercy Hospital’s Emergency Department in New York City. Even though the department might be the most modern and efficient ER in the world, it had still been all-hands-on deck for the last couple of days. Inside was at least warm and cheerful. Being a week before Christmas and the nurses had banded together to decorate the department. Garland hung around the unit desk, wreaths adorned each trauma room door, and there was even a Christmas tree in the corner of the waiting room.
            Despite the festive time of the year the sick and injured just kept coming. Thankfully the flow had started to ease. She must be out of here in an hour if she had any hope of making Grace and Charles’s wedding on time. A must since she was the maid of honor.
            Grace and she had been friends and roommates during medical school and had stayed in touch. When Grace had mentioned needing a change from her overseas work, Helena had told Grace about a position becoming available in the ER and had offered her the extra bedroom. Grace soon learned Charles Davenport would be her boss and talked of canceling the interview. Helena had encouraged her to come on anyway having no idea there had been something between Grace and Charles during their medical school years.  
Helena smiled then sighed. Now, they were getting married just a couple of weeks before Christmas. She was thrilled for them.
Finishing with her latest patient, Helena headed to the ER doctor’s on-call room to shower and change. It wasn’t the perfect place to dress for a formal event but unusual circumstances called for flexibility. If anything, she’d learned long ago as an unwed pregnant teen to adjust to what life threw her and move on.
The pain of finding out that her boyfriend wanted nothing more to do with her, and especially the baby, had been horrible. More devastating had been the loss of the child. Seventeen was too young to become a mother, but the guilt she carried over not wanting the baby was what had stayed with her all these years.
She had survived with the love and support of her family. That’s what mattered now. The part of her personality that made her think positive had made being an ER doctor a good fit professionally for her. Days like the last few only proved it. How she was holding her love close. She wanted a man who wanted her forever. Some might think she was too old to believe in happily ever after but she was still going to hold out for it. Grace and Charles were proving it could be had and Helena had to believe Prince Charming was somewhere out there for her as well. 
She stepped out of the examination room and was sideswiped by a blur of white. “Ho.”
            Dr. Elijah Davenport, Charles’ twin, glanced over his shoulder. “Hey Helena, can you give me a hand in Trauma Four? A kid just came in with a broken leg and the father’s having trouble breathing.”
            She hurried to keep up with him. “Is Jim seeing them? I saw him coming in a few minutes ago. You’re off the clock. Shouldn’t you be thinking about getting ready for the wedding? After all you’re the best man.”
            “Yeah, but there’re also patients to see. When Charles left me in charge I promised not to let the place fall apart.”   
            Like Elijah would ever do that. He might be the quintessential playboy doctor but Helena never doubted he was a dedicated physician. Truth be known, she thought him the best doctor in the department. But no way would she tell him that. His head was already big enough where women were concerned. It would only add to his already over-the-top ego.
            Still he had earned it. Elijah was beyond good-looking. From his dark brown hair, charmingly out of place most of the time, to his tall, buff beach boy physique and his ‘Davenport blues’ that sparkled when he laughed, Helena easily understood why women were agog over him. She might be as well but she wasn’t interested in anyone who worked their way through the nurses. Nor in the heartache he would cause if she lost her heart to him. She wouldn’t accept anything but true love.
            Helena’s attention went to Elijah who had paused at the door to the patient’s room. “I’ll take the kid and you see the father.”
            “Okay.”
            She covered it well but no matter how much time had passed since she’d lost her baby the young patients still got to her on occasion. Sometimes a look or a laugh from a child triggered something in her that sent her emotions spinning out of control. During those moments, the pain was so harsh her chest felt like it might explode. The what questions came flooding in. What would she have looked like? Would her child be acting the same as this one? The list and the pain went on. Thank goodness it didn’t happen often. But when it did…
            “Done.” Elijah walked into the room.
A boy of about eight lay on the exam table with his face contorted in pain while a tight-lipped father holding his side paced beside him.
“Mr.,” Elijah looked at the clipboard he held, “Kakasides, I’m Dr. Davenport and this,” he nodded his head toward her, “is Dr. Tate. Why don’t you have a seat and tell us what happened.”
“I’d rather stand. It hurts worse when I sit. We were sledding in the park. Like an idiot, I tried to catch Louis when he came by me going too fast. I fell on him. I think I’ve broken his leg. I hit the edge of the sled and messed up my side.”
Elijah glanced at her with a ‘are you believing this look’ and then said to the father, “I’m going to check out your son while Dr. Tate does the same for you, okay?”
“Why don’t we step right over here?” Helena indicated an area off to the side.
The father glanced at his son, nodded. “Louis, I’m not going far. Hang in there, buddy.”
“Before I have a look at your side I need to listen to your heart and check a few more things.”
Again, the father dipped his head but his attention remained on his son.
With vitals completed she said, “I know this is going to hurt but I need for you to take a deep breath.”
The father winced but did as she asked.
“Now Mr. Kakasides, I have to look under your shirt. Can you raise your arm?”
He hissed as he brought his arm up. Moving the shirt away Helena could see a dark blue hematoma spreading out along his left side. The fall had defiantly been hard.
“I’m going to need to step out and have a look at your chest X-ray,” she announced. “At the least you’ve broken a few ribs but I need to make sure there isn’t more. Unfortunately, there isn’t much we can do for broken ribs. They’ll have to heal on their own. You can take an anti-inflammatory for the pain.”
They rejoined Elijah as he was saying, “Okay Louis, I need to have a look at your leg. I see the nurse has already done her worse with your pants.”
The material had been cut away so that it flapped back exposing the leg. There was a large bump with redness and bluing around it.
“Yep, that looks like a broken leg. You and your father sure know how to have a good time in the snow.”
The boy gave Elijah a weak smile. “He fell on me but I know he didn’t mean to.”
Elijah patted him on the shoulder and a wink. “I’m sure he didn’t. Maybe next time you can save him.”
The boys smile was brighter this time.
Good with kids, Elijah would make a great father. But he was also ‘good’ with women which would not make him a great husband. Fortunately, that wasn’t an issue. He’d never approached her and that suited her fine. Just watching him in action with the other female staff was enough for her to know he wasn’t what she was looking for in a man.
Elijah gave a reassuring smile to the boy’s father. “Radiology should have sent the pictures over by now. Let us review them. Dr. Tate and I’ll be back in soon.”
“Thanks.” The father looked at her and then at Elijah. “To both of you.” 
On their way back to the ER desk Elijah was stopped by one of the nurses with a question. Helena didn’t wait on him. At the desk, she pulled up the X-ray for Mr. Kakasides. His eight, nine and tenth ribs were cracked. He would be in pain for a few weeks but would recover. She had the x-ray Elijah needed to review up on the screen by the time he arrived. He slid into the chair beside her.
“Thanks Helena.”
“No problem. As Maid of Honor, I think it’s part of my duty to remind the best man he needs to get out of here as soon as possible.”
He studied the computer screen. “Well, Joe has a break to his femur.”
“His father is going to take it hard. He feels bad enough as it is.” Helena stood and checked her watch. “I’m going to give him instructions about his ribs and get ready for a wedding. You need to do the same.”
Elijah rolled back his chair. “Yes, doctor. I’m right behind you. First, I need to call Lloyd up in ped ortho and have him come in on the case. The boy will need surgery to put a rod in.”
“Then I’ll let the father know you’ll be in to speak to him. I’ll see you in the Park.”
“Yeah, in the Park.” There was a dry note in Elijah voice.
“Don’t sound so excited.” Helena grinned back at him as she circled the desk and headed down the hall. “Remember weddings aren’t contagious.” 

Elijah sure hope they weren’t. He wanted nothing to do with one.
Forty-five minutes later, he left the ER station desk and headed down the hall toward the doctor-on-call room. There a shower and his tux waited. He had plenty of time to get dressed and make it to the park. At least the hospital was just across the street, but Central Park was a huge space. Just to walk to the Shakespeare Garden would take time.
            Charles would never let him forget it if he was late to the ceremony. Grace would be in tears and nothing Elijah said would make that okay in Charles’s eyes. The ER had been so busy Elijah had seen two more patients before he felt he could call his shift done. It then took another fifteen minutes to bring the doctor taking over for him up to speed on the patients being seen.
            Elijah admitted to himself that he was dragging his feet about the whole wedding thing. It wasn’t he didn’t want to be there for Charles or that he didn’t like Grace. He did. He wished them both the best. Was truly happy for them. It was just that the ‘wedded bliss’ idea didn’t appeal to him much. He’d seen little of that in his parents’ marriage. Knew he wouldn’t be good at it. 
            He was halfway down the hall when one of the two swinging doors at the end opened. Helena came toward him. Elijah stopped dead in his tracks. She was a vision of loveliness like he’d never seen. Her curly, shoulder-length, auburn colored hair was now pinned up, the waves flowing randomly about her head. A red poinsettia bloom was fixed behind her right ear. She wore a long forest green dress that hugged womanly curves usually hidden by loose scrub shirts. The top of the dress dipped, giving him a hint of cleavage that only made him want to see more. Small short sleeves cupped her creamy shoulders. The skirt swirled about her legs as she came toward him drawing his attention to her hips.
His heart picked up a beat. Not to mention the stirring south of his beltline. Heaven help him, Helena was breathtaking. Why hadn’t he noticed before?
            They had been working together for a couple of years. More than once she and a few other of the staff had gone out to eat as a group after a shift but he’d never thought of her in any way except as a colleague. She’d always been pleasant but seemed closed off somehow. She gave off the vibe that she wasn’t someone who played around. With her wholesome southern drawl and gentle smile, she wasn’t one of those women who gave him a come-hither look he had no trouble obeying. Everything about her said serious, down to earth, love me forever. That was the type he stayed clear of. Maybe that’s why it never registered Helena could be so completely stunning.
Whatever the cause it had been lifted from his eyes. He was noticing her now. Big time.
            He needed to snap out of it. Had Helena said something to him? He blinked.
            “Elijah, are you just now going to get dressed? You have less than an hour before we’re supposed to be walking down the aisle. Grace is going to have your hide.” She stepped closer.
            Her wonderful aroma filled his nostrils. Nothing like the antiseptic smell of the hospital but something warm and earthy, intriguing. He was acting like a fool. Working to get a grip on himself, he grinned. He focused on a point just over her shoulder to get beyond how enchanting she looked. “It’s a good thing you’re a doctor. At least you’ll be able to patch me up.”
            She lowered her chin and gave him a speculative look. “I don’t think I have enough medical training to save you from Grace’s wrath if you’re not there on time.”
            He laughed. Helena did too. It had a sincere ring that sounded as if it came from her heart. He’d always liked that about her. She had a sense of humor. “Then I guess I need to get moving.” He started down the hall.
            “That would be my suggestion.” She headed the other way.
            Elijah stopped and looked back, his attention drawn to her hips. It was a shame her scrubs had been disguising those full curves for so long.
            Minutes later he was under a hot shower. He was surprised he hadn’t needed a cold one after seeing Helena. How spectacular she looked still amazed him. At least he’d managed not to make a fool of himself. This sudden interest, no, infatuation, with Helena was crazy. He’d seen many woman in formal clothing yet had not reacted this way.
It was probably being overtired from covering for Charles when the ER was impossibly busy. Or maybe it was due to the wedding hoopla he normally stayed clear of. There was something out of cynic with the universe for him to have had such an intense reaction to Helena. Especially when she was clearly not his type.    
            Half an hour later he shrugged into his black overcoat adjusting it over his tuxedo. Wrapping his groomsman’s gift, a scarlet red scarf securely around his neck, he popped a short black top hat on his head. It might be the silliest thing he’d ever worn if it wasn’t for the fact that it was so cold and not wearing a hat was even more ridiculous.
            He received more than one interested look and a few grins as he made his way through the older part of the building to the lobby and out the front entrance of the hospital. His idea of dressing up was putting on a pair of slacks and a collared shirt. Causal was his style, less dog and pony show. He worked hard and liked to relax and have fun when he was off. Only when he couldn’t avoid it did he put on a suit for a medical meeting. To be wearing a tuxedo was taxing. The only reason he was doing so was because he loved his brother. Elijah wished him well. It had been hard on Charles when he lost his wife and was left with two small sons to raise. Elijah was glad his brother had found love again, happiness.
Elijah pulled on his black gloves as he went down the stone steps to the street to catch a cab. It would get him to the closest park entrance nearest Shakespeare Garden and then he would have to walk from there. Just as Helena told him more than once, he’d be cutting it close on time. 
The taxi driver put him out at the curb and he hurried down the path. Thankfully having grown up in New York he knew Central Park well. He’d heard of people getting lost in the massive acreage. As a child, he and his brothers and sister had played there. More than once they had picnicked in the Shakespeare Garden area among the trees and large foliage. Those were sunnier days both literally and figuratively. Ones from a long time ago. 
He hurried up a slope and made a left turn at a sign reading ‘Grace and Charles’ with a large red bow on it. Up another rise he followed another path into an open area surrounded by snow-tipped trees. Smaller trees in the area were decorated in white lights that were shining bright in the diming light.
An arch made of red poinsettias blooms and more white lights were at one end of the field. Facing it were rows of white chairs with red bows tied to the ones closest to the aisle. A few people were already taking their seats. Tall portable heaters were stationed around the ceremony area. At the other end of the field was a huge enclosed tent with four low round fires pits that glowed. His family was standing around them.
Elijah took a deep breath to fortify himself for what was coming.
As he approached Charles left the group and walked toward him. “I thought I’d have to send Zac after you.”
“I told you I’d be here.” Elijah grinned at his brother. As twins, they had always been close. It wasn’t until they were eighteen that they’d had secrets between them. Elijah carried that guilt and regret to this day.
“Yeah, but I know better than most that you’re always five minutes behind.”
Elijah gave him a wry smile. “Funny big brother. I’ve heard it all before. Just because you were born before me doesn’t mean I’m one step behind you.”
“About following in my footsteps, how’re things at the hospital?” Charles asked as they continued toward the tent.
“Under control. We managed to get the patients waiting down to a reasonable headcount before I left.” Elijah couldn’t fault Charles for his dedication to his job even on his wedding day. “What you need to be worrying about is that beautiful bride of yours. I’ve got the ER covered. Enjoy the day, your honeymoon and let me handle the rest.”
“I’m trying. I guess most of my worrying has to do with nerves.”
Elijah didn’t doubt that. The thought of a wedding made him edgy as well and he wasn’t the one getting married. He looked around. “So where are the Rugrats?”  
“Max and Cameron are with Grace. They’ll be coming down the aisle ahead of her.” 
Elijah gave him a brotherly pat on the back. “I hope you have them bundled up. It’s cold out here.”
Charles laughed. “I know. But this is what Grace wanted. I love her so that’s what we’re having.”
That kind of love Elijah didn’t comprehend. He’d never felt that for a woman. Didn’t think he ever would. He understood wanting, enjoying, appreciating a female but loving one the way his brother did Grace wasn’t something he’d experienced. More than that, Charles had been able to find it twice. Elijah didn’t plan to have it even once.     
They approached the group of people creating a semicircle around one of the fire pits. His mother and father were there standing close but not too close. His two younger sisters, who were dressed the same as Helena had been, except for white capes over their shoulders, stood off to the side talking to Zac, his other brother, who was dressed like Elijah down to the red scarf and hat.
This was his family. The one he loved and betrayed. He’d kept an ugly secret from them that he had no right to. Had hurt his mother who had done nothing but love and support him to protect his father. He blamed himself for the farce they all were. And for the horror of the media circus they became.    
He took his sister Penny in his arms for a hug. “Hey, sis. You look great. Big change from that flight suit I usually see you in.” Turning to the other woman, he gathered her to him. “Good to see you, Miranda.”
“You look nice, Elijah,” his half-sister said. “Love the bowler.”
“Thanks.” He slapped Zachary on the back and stepped over to his mother. The harsh look she’d worn as she watched he and Miranda embrace turned to one of warmth as she gave him a tight hug. His father came up beside them and extended his glove covered hand. Elijah hesitated a moment before taking it. “Father.”
It was still difficult for Elijah to face him. The years had gone by and the pain had eased but all that had happened still hung like a bad smell between them. It couldn’t be erased. Elijah glanced a Miranda. The issue was a living breathing person among them.
He’d been eighteen when he was on his way to meet a high school friend in the Hell’s Kitchen area of New York City. Passing a café, he’d glanced in the window to see his father sitting at a table with a woman and a girl of about twelve. Elijah didn’t recognize them. He stopped and stared. It wasn’t the type of a place Hugo Davenport of ‘The Davenports’ would frequent. Not thinking twice, Elijah entered the café and approached the table.
“Hey Dad. It’s a surprise to see you down here.” Elijah stood there grinning.
The shocked then stricken look of his father’s face had created a sick feeling deep in Elijah’s middle. His father had been caught. That was the moment Elijah grasped he’d stepped into something dirty. He glanced at the woman. She wore a worried look as she glanced between his father and him.
“Uh, Elijah. I hadn’t expected to see you,” his father stammered.
He gave his father a pointed look. “I hadn’t expected to see you either.”
Elijah watched the woman lift fear filled looked focused on his father.
“Daddy, can you pass me the ketchup?” the girl asked.
Elijah’s attention whipped to the child. Daddy! What was going on here? Yet he already understood too clearly. Apparently, something had been going on for some time. His stomach roiled. He had to get out of here.
His father quickly stood. “Eli, it’s not what you think.” Panic filled his voice.
Elijah didn’t wait to hear more. He made it to the sidewalk before his arm was caught and he was turned to face his father.
“Son, I never wanted you or anyone else to find out like this. Think twice about what you’re going to do. This could destroy your mother. The rest of the family.”
His father should have been the one to think about that. “So what do you want me to do?” He was yelling. His heart was pounding. All he desired was to run.
“Calm down. We don’t want to make a scene.”
How like his father to worry about the family name while he was out ruining it. Protect the family name at all cost Elijah had heard all his life.   
“I want you to keep quiet about this. The affair ended long ago but…I do have a responsibility to Miranda.” 
Elijah leaned toward him and all but spit the words, “You have a responsibility to Mom, to me, Charles, Penny. Your other family.”
“And I’m meeting that responsibility. What would be gained by telling everyone about Miranda? Hurting your mother?”
Stepping back, Elijah glared at his father then turned and walked off. The event changed his life and his relationship with his father forever. For over the next five years Elijah carried his father’s secret. It’d gnawed at him like a rabid dog all that time until the day came when the media found out and all hell broke loose. But with that Elijah found relief yet he still carried the weight of having known and not said anything. Blamed himself for the lack of strength to tell everyone that the head of their perfect family was not perfect.
Elijah was taught not to show emotion. His family was so well-known the media was interested in them. If he displayed his feelings they could be used against him or his family. Elijah had perfected concealing how he felt over the years of keeping his father’s secret. The skill had served him well when it came to his personal relationships also. 
By all appearances his parents, his father in particular, went on as if nothing had ever happened. His parents’ marriage had been one to admire by anyone looking from the outside but Elijah knew better. After the media had gotten involved and all the smoke had cleared his parents had remained married but it was just for looks. His father did his thing and his mother hers.
They remained devoted to the hospital and fundraising that went along with the Davenport legacy. For generations the Davenport family had been associated with the hospital both as physicians and philanthropists and his parents wouldn’t let that change for any reason. Now his parents showed up as a couple and smiled for the pictures but there was nothing real between them anymore. Everything looked all clean and shiny on the outside but was rotten to the core on the inside.
Elijah wanted nothing to do with that kind of relationship. How could he ever trust anyone on an intimate level? His father had been bigger than life in Elijah’s eyes until he’d tumbled far and broke. It was safer not to get involved with anyone. Caring too much hurt. Going from one woman to the next meant his heart never became entangled and that suited him just fine. Appearances meant everything to his parents. Their example of love was a hollow thing. Nothing he was interested in being a part of.
As the years passed he’d learned to first accept then love his illegitimate half-sister. What he hadn’t been able to set aside was his father convincing him to keep the ugly secret from his brothers and sister, especially his mom. Elijah wasn’t sure who he was more disappointed with himself or his father.
These days his father and he managed to remain civil, just barely.
“How’re things in the ER?” his father asked sounding genuinely interested.
At least they had that in common. His father had been the head of the ER before he retired and Charles had taken over after him. Elijah only wished his father had given his family as much attention as he had his patients. “Busy as you can expect during a storm.”
“I remember those days.”
“Hey Eli, it’s time to go to work,” Charles called. “The bride said I was to be up there waiting on her at six o’clock sharp.”
“Then we should be headed that way.” Elijah started around the fire pit toward Charles, tugging at his scarf. Whoever came up with the idea to wear this get up and have a wedding in freezing weather must be crazy. Or in love. That was Charles. And he was so in love that he would agree to anything 
Miranda and Penny had already disappeared. He assumed they had joined Grace. The chairs had filled up while he had been greeting his family. The wedding wasn’t a large one but a number of important people in the city were attending. He recognized some of the staff from the hospital as well. Each was bundled up as they waited on the ceremony to begin. They would be as relieved as him to get inside the tent for the reception dinner.
Minutes later Elijah took his position beside Charles at the front of the ceremony area near the arch of bright red flowers including greenery and lights. Snow drifted down as the harpist began to play a Christmas carol.
Who in their right mind got married outside in the middle of winter in New York? Elijah tried not to make a show of stomping his feet but they were freezing. This couldn’t be over soon enough for him




My love affair with books began when I made a bad grade in math in the sixth
grade. Not allowed to watch TV until I brought the grade up, I filled my time
with books. I turned my love of reading into a love of writing romance. If the
hero is a smart, sexy and sinfully rich alpha male, he can be found in my books
along with a strong heroine that captures the hero's heart.

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Friday, February 09, 2018

#FridayFeatures Celebrating Southern Magic Authors #Romance #MakingMagic

Author:  Katherine Bone

Title:  My Lord Rogue (Daring A Rogue to Love Anthology)

Released:  November 28, 2017

Blurb:


Indulge in Daring A Rogue To Love: Six tales of unrepentant rogues and the women who win their hearts. These scoundrels don’t stand a chance!

NEVER TEMPT A ROGUE by CHRISTY CARLYLE
An infamous rogue meets his match in a feisty chaperone who has all but given up on love.

Felicity Beckett’s uncle has tasked her with one goal for Lord and Lady Forsythe’s country house party. Keep her innocent cousin away from the notorious rake, Lord Lindsay. Unfortunately, no one warned Felicity how irresistible a rogue can be.

STOLEN BY MY KNAVE by DAWN BROWER
As a child, Lady Elizabeth Kendall glimpsed fantastical images in a mirror of a handsome man. Imagine her surprise when years later she meets a duke who bears a striking resemblance to her imaginary suitor.

MY LORD ROGUE by KATHERINE BONE
A masterful spy in disguise reunites with a noble rogue from her past. Espionage, secrecy, and thwarted assassination attempts. The only thing more dangerous is being in love…

CAPTIVATED BY THE CAPTAIN by AMANDA MARIEL
What happens when an American shipping company heiress crosses paths with a domineering pirate? Can two people whose life paths are at odds find common ground?

SHUNNED NO MORE by CHRISTINA MCKNIGHT
Lady Viola Oberbrook longed for a quiet life in the country, far from London and the society who'd shunned her during her first season. She never expected to come face-to-face with Lord Haversham, the only man who had every right to despise her.

THE EARL AND THE HIGHWAYMAN'S DAUGHTER by MAGGI ANSERSEN
Eugenia Hawthorne, daughter of a deceitful highwayman, saves the life of the Earl of Trentham after he’s deposited at her door suffering from a bullet wound. Outsmarting her father, the earl becomes her guardian and takes Eugenia to live as his ward in his beautiful country estate, Lilac Court. But what does he really want from her?



Excerpt:


“Why are you here?” he finally asked. Taking a deep breath to regain control, Simon swallowed back his amazement at how quickly his desire for a woman he couldn’t have had risen to the surface. It was a rush of passion so brutal and all-consuming, he could barely withstand it.
She didn’t answer.
A gamut of conflicting emotions assailed him. “Why are you here, Baroness?” he asked again, abiding by her wishes. “Has something happened?”
Gillian stepped backward and peered down at the assembling crowd, as if searching for someone in particular. If not for Chauncey, then for whom?
“’Tis no concern of yours . . . for now,” she confided. Her voice held an undecipherable edge. What did she know? What had occurred that made her come back to London? To Simon’s knowledge, she’d sequestered herself in Kent for the past five years. She wouldn’t return unless there was justification to do so.
He was determined not to be put off. “You once swore you’d never return to the theater, and you are dressed in widow’s weeds . . . Why?”
“For reasons I cannot explain at this moment. Now, if you don’t mind, I have been long without culture, and Holcroft’s Deaf and Dumb is about to begin.” She smiled coquettishly, once more dismissing him.
“I’m disinclined to believe that is the only reason you are here.”
She forced another smile. “You may presume whatever you like. What you believe is none of my concern.”
“It should be,” he said firmly.
Her eyes narrowed into slits. The air around them charged like brilliant light crisscrossing a fused sky. Oh, how she must hate him.
He made every effort to remain calm, to prevent her from seeing how deeply wounded he was by her insolence. “When have you ever seen a widow at the opera? If you intended not to draw attention to yourself, you have failed. Black attire is an unusual choice. It leads me to recall one particular time your masquerading as a widow earned a disagreeable end . . .”
“How dare you remind me of Sarah Siddons,” she said, her tone carefully controlled. “I worked extremely hard to portray Lady Macbeth. If not for my father . . .” Gillian turned away from him. “I cannot go on. Leave,” she whispered. “Before it’s too late.”
“Too late?” He huffed. “What has taken hold of you? It’s unlike you to be so nervous.”
“I am not nervous. I am all anticipation,” she said. Her words wavered slightly as she stepped farther into the shadows. “It has been too long since . . . I’ve attended a production.” She stared strangely at her hands, making him wonder what was fascinating her. She glanced up, her eyes sullen, transformed. Was it because she still hated him?
“Time has never been on our side, Simon.”
Lucifer take it, she’d finally used his given name. A disemboweling dagger couldn’t have done more damage. If he didn’t do something soon, he was going to bleed out. And that simply would not do. “Gillian,” he said, unable to control the passion that crept into his voice. “Something is wrong. I can feel it. I assure you, I can give you—”
“Nothing,” she said with split-second timing. She turned back to look at him, a forlorn smile on her face. “This is something I must do.”
Did she hate him that much?
“You aren’t going to tell me why you are here, are you?



Katherine Bone has been passionate about all things historical since she was an Army brat traveling all over the world. As a budding artist, she met and fell in love with her own Prince Charming, a dashing lieutenant vowing duty, honor, and country. Whisked away to more Army bases, castles, battlegrounds and cathedrals, it was during this time in her life that the muse called with abandon, introducing her to swashbuckling characters promising adventures that would ease the lonely hours Charming was called away on duty. No longer nomadic, Katherine and her rogue have raised four children and set down southern roots with their fluffy Maine Coon, Christine Daae.



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