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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Bringer of Chaos @kayelleallen #FreeBook #ColoringForAdults

In this scene from my new science fiction book, Bringer of Chaos, Pietas recalls a poignant interaction interaction with his father. As young children, Pietas and Dessy suffered extreme isolation. There had never been naturally born children among their people. They were a race of slaves created for specific tasks. Pietas and Dessy were hidden to protect them. This scene begins after Pietas has been exiled to Sempervia, far across the galaxy from Earth.

Bringer of Chaos Excerpt


Lying there, sheltered, clean, warm, not thirsty, not hungry, Pietas let himself drift toward sleep.

The sudden thought that he had done nothing to find and reconnect with his family or his people jerked him awake. Guilt crashed over him in a tidal wave.

He had given his mother not one thought. He had sacrificed everything for her, and now that he was free, he hadn't considered her safety. What kind of son was he? What kind of brother? His family was on the planet, and he had ignored them.

As soon as Six came back, he'd ask him to explore. Surely, his family and the others were close. No hint of emotions had reached him, but in his depleted state, he couldn't even sense the emotions of Six, right next to him.

Perhaps all he needed was rest. Yes, that was it. Rest. With rest, he'd be fine. Back to one hundred percent. His old self. Perfect.

Pietas tried to push himself up, but his arms and body refused to cooperate. That failed, so he tried turning onto his side, but could not force any part of himself off the blanket. Helplessness made him flail mentally. He panted from exertion, as ineffective as a slug.

The shame of being incapacitated stung worse than any punishment his father had ever meted out. No battle wound had ever been so mortifying. His body had been ruined, and his abilities as well. The most powerful and gifted of all the Ultras rendered helpless. Impotent. Useless as a--

Pietas stopped himself from even thinking the word.

His father's voice came to him as if in a dream. Mahikos had been talking to Helia, referring to Pietas and Dessy. Had he thought they could not hear? Or had he not cared?

"If anyone finds them, they'll be destroyed, Helia. We'll be destroyed. They have to be hidden. Kept out of sight. You can't take them outside!"

Huddling in their bedroom, Pietas and Dessy clung to one another. They were no more than three years old. "Don't listen, Dess. I won't let anyone hurt you." He covered his sister's ears with his hands.

In an outer area, their mother argued for their freedom. "Mahikos, our children need sunlight. The books say children won't grow without fresh air and sunshine. We have to risk it."

"We don't know anything about children except for those books you keep reading. They were written for human children, not Ultras."

"There are no Ultra children! Mahikos, please. They need this."

"It will endanger everything we've worked for."

"But they need it. I need it. Please, Mahikos. Let us see the sun."

"These children will be killed, and all we've fought for will be gone. They'll destroy us! We'll both be killed. These children are useless! Worthless as mortals."

How many times had Pietas spouted that same rhetoric? Useless as a child. Worthless as a mortal.

He hated and despised his father. How had he become him?
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Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas

Two enemy warriors: one human, one immortal. Different in belief, alike in spirit, marooned together on an alien world.
Imprisoned and in isolation over a year without food or water, the immortal Pietas survives. Though broken in body, his intellect and will are intact, thanks to Six, the special ops warrior who captured him, but kept him sane. The warrior had no hand in his deprivation and, like Pietas, was betrayed by his own kind. When Pietas is abandoned on an alien world with nothing but his honor--and Six--he must find and rejoin other immortal exiles. After centuries of war, Pietas detests humans and kills them on sight, but he is too damaged to continue on his own. Though he despises needing help, he allows Six to nurture and restore him to full strength, and then accompany him. As they cross the planet together on foot, the immortal begins to wonder if he has found his first human friend, or if Six is loyal only because Pietas could keep the others from tearing him to shreds. This human will either be his closest living friend, or the one whose betrayal will trigger all-out vengeance by the most powerful immortal ever born.
Immortal. Warrior. Outcasts. Traitors took everything. Except their honor.
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Read now in print on CreateSpace http://bit.ly/boc-origin-csp

Adult coloring book, banner, and bookmarks by The Author's Secret

Download and print three PDF bookmarks featuring Bringer of Chaos characters. The first features Six, the human warrior. The second is Pietas, the immortal warrior. The third is the two, back to back. They are drawn to scale. Six is 6' (1.8m) tall.
Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-six.pdf
Pietas https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas.pdf
Pietas and Six https://kayelleallen.com/media/boc-bookmark-pietas6.pdf
Download a free adult coloring book you can print and share. Relax and color with friends. It's fun! https://kayelleallen.com/media/pietas-coloring-book.pdf

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Kayelle Allen is a best selling American author. Her unstoppable heroes and heroines include contemporary every day folk, role-playing immortal gamers, futuristic covert agents, and warriors who purr.
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Monday, May 23, 2016

Portals: Volume One


Greetings fellow earthlings and fellow readers living in the 21st century 
The first of the Portals has landed in your galaxy.
Enter the portals and 
Blast into the future and into other worlds 



It's here
It's free


It's an amazing gateway to the worlds of Science Fiction Romance
And it's only the first of four.



Enter, to be transported to worlds beyond imagining, with heroes & heroines who dare to take it to the edge and beyond. These futuristic and out of this world adventurers take their best shot … at their enemies and at romance! 

Portals One is packed with 10 first chapters from some of your favorite Science Fiction Authors, with links to purchase any or all of the complete books, if you want. 

Portals Volume One

Lyn Brittan - Vin's Rules
Marcella Burnard - Enemy Within
P. J. Dean - The Felig Chronicles (Book 1)
Donna S. Frelick - Trouble in Mind
Athena Grayson - Hot Pursuit
Laurie A. Green - Inherit the Stars
S.J. Pajonas - Removed (Nogiku Series #1)
Veronica Scott - Mission to Muhjundar
Greta van der Rol - Morgan's Choice
Sandy Williams - Shades of Treason



 The SFR Brigade is an awesome community of Science Fiction Romance writers who have created four portals, box sets of  Science Fiction Romance beginnings ~ and only beginnings ~ of 40 books by 40 different authors! 



Portals two and three are coming soon! Look for my tale, A Woman of Intellectual Means in Volume Three. 


Sunday, May 22, 2016

HOOK ME UP, A Firefighter Romance

Hook Me Up by Adele Downs

The iconic image of a firefighter rescuing a kitten from a tree has endured through generations. Cats are very good at climbing trees, but their physiology prevents them from climbing down. They have to be carried to safety, and who better to do that than a caring firefighter with a solid grip and a sturdy ladder? Our pets are family, and first responders care about the families in their communities. These days, however, the demands of their job prevent them rescuing cats trapped on tree limbs. That responsibility remains with the pet owner.

What would happen, I wondered, if both the cat and the pet owner got stuck during a failed rescue attempt? That question prompted my sweet but sexy firefighter story HOOK ME UP.

The story heroine, Lexi Wentworth, takes her responsibility to her kitten seriously. When Ginger slips out of the house at dawn and runs up an apple tree in the yard, Lexi chases after her. How far can a kitten climb, anyway? Havoc erupts when Lexi discovers the answer to her question. She gets hurt, and then trapped, leaving them both stuck. Lexi is bleeding and losing consciousness, and no one knows where they are. Who will save them? And why the hell did she have to be wearing a sheer nightie and a thong that day, of all days?
  
Hook Me Up by Adele Downs

Firemen don't free cats from trees anymore—until a pretty schoolteacher gets trapped on a limb with her kitten and the county's hottest firefighter comes to their rescue.

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Adele Downs is the best-selling, award-winning author of more than 20 romance titles, including those written under another pen name, and a former journalist with hundreds of articles to her credit. When not writing in her home office in rural Pennsylvania, she can be found reading a book on the nearest beach, taking photographs, or riding in her convertible.

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Saturday, May 21, 2016

The wolves have come out to play! #menage #shifters


I'm so thrilled with the response to Ethan, Noah, and Hannah's book, Shared for Love. These three dominant shifters bugged me for months to write their book. With a 4.9 rating on Amazon and reviews like these, I'm so glad I broke out of my M/F comfort zone and let them tell their story the way they wanted it told. 


  • "Once again, Nancy Corrigan is shattering the myths and legends of shifters as she places them in very realistic situations and supercharges their senses with sexual chemistry, the mating instinct, duty and love...Another stellar tale from a stellar author." - 5 stars - Tome Tender, reviewer. 
  • "I'm so hooked on series. I can't get enough." - 5 stars - the Jeep Diva. 
  • "...a fantastically unique read for anyone who enjoys shifter romance." - 5 stars- Pure Jonel, reviewer. 




Their bond is heaven on earth...but it could tear their pack apart.


Ethan Jager is forced to hide behind a false identity as his pack mates suffer under Michael Tanner's rule. It's not his choice; he was born broken, without the primitive urge to breed driving him to pick a mate.



While his wolf sleeps, his heart has chosen for him: Noah, widower and fellow pack dominant.

Everything changes the day Hannah Kagan smiles at him. Lust awakens his wolf--a first. Hannah is beautiful, loyal, kind, everything an alpha male should want. And mating her will allow him to reclaim his pack. It will also leave his soul with a giant hole when he's forced to rip Noah out of his life.

Hard choices are required of alpha males, but choosing which lover to let go is one Ethan refuses to make. The alternative will not only change the pack, but transform their world...if he can keep his mates alive long enough to claim them both.

Warning: Contains an alpha male whose wolf doesn't like to share his toys, a dominant female who's nobody's plaything, and a beta male who doesn't roll over for anyone. Also: speed dating, werewolf style. Band-Aids required.

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Friday, May 20, 2016

Cover Reveal: Waylaid ARE's Fearless Line

Good morning everyone, I'm TL Reeve!

Today is an exciting day for me. First, Tina invited me to join you all here at, Sweet and Sexy Divas, and I've graciously accepted. Plus, ARE is revealing my cover for their Fearless line. Waylaid is a sexy, menage, sci-fi adventure, that will be released in July. I am in the company of some awesome authors for this series and I can't wait for you to read Les, AuVen and Lyna's story.

Blurb:
Les-Tar Nar is out for revenge. After watching his brother compete and die in the IGVRG, (Intergalactic Virtual Reality Games) he’s ready to kick ass and take names—as the humans would say. Armed with his military training, the Venusian doesn’t want or need a team.

Auven, Cyborg from the planet Kapor 9, is aware of how the game is played, and he’s ready to bend it to his will. Anything a human makes, he can destroy. When he is paired up with a Venusian and a human, he knows his chance of winning grows exponentially. With Les-Tar’s muscle, even a human who has no skills won’t hold them back.

Hacker Lyna Hiat isn’t interested in the games. As a small time video game de-constructer, she spends her days finding flaws in the systems and improving games—showing gamers just how inferior their products really are.

When the IGVRG begin, a glitch in the system transfers the game and gamers from the virtual level to reality, leaving them on the run with no true winners or losers. The only way to survive: get off the planet. Where they’ll end up, no one knows. All that’s important right now is survival.






Thursday, May 19, 2016

Romance is in the Air~ Sexy Over 50

I love a sexy, steamy story and Tiara's Golden Submission fits the bill. Romance after 50 is nothing to be ashamed of and when you got it....flaunt it!

As a woman over 50, I love myself even more now than I thought possible. I'm secure in my life, family & love and everyday brings a new adventure. 50 is the new 40 and you're only as young as you feel.

When I wrote Tiara's Golden Submission, I wanted to give this sassy Latina flair and panache and I believe I succeeded. Tiara is strong, flirty and sexy~ much like the women in my life, whether they be twenty or sixty.One can never hold down a strong Latin woman.

Check out Tiara and Julian and I think you'll fall in love.
Hugs~ Evelise

On the cusp of turning fifty, Tiara, a submissive without a Dom or husband, desired to return to the lifestyle. Placing her destiny in the hands of Madame Eve and the 1Night Stand Service, will Tiara find all that she seeks? Or will a past love interfere with her future plans?

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Writing Companions! ...and WINNER

It seems many of us have writing companions. From kitties, to pups, to birdies. I have Django, you might have seen him on Facebook and Instagram :D He was a stray that showed up at Meat Man's house almost two years ago now. We tried to find his home, but he wanted to stay. He has become my cat.

I split my time between MM's house and mine. He's doing a fair bit of traveling into NC so I've brought Django back to my house. I'm not letting him outside like he's used to because we're a bit too wild here. So he's adjusting to the indoor life.


This is Emma, our wonderful Golden. She is so patient.


Django got a little dolled up while I was cleaning. Is he a diva or burlesque kitty?
 And when he decides it's nap time. Usually when I'm writing.


I have put a pet in Passion Cowboy Style, my cowboy book. The pups is a Chocolate Lab like I had. Mollie left us about five years ago now and it was heart wrenching.



Tell me about your pets? Do you like to read stories with pets? A pet loving hero can warm anyone's heart.

And now last months winners!
Debby, Tina, Fiona and Sandra. I need your email address and I'll send you a copy of After The Hurt!

https://www.amazon.com/After-Hurt-Shana-Gray-ebook/dp/B010ZXQA96?ie=UTF8&ref_=asap_bc

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Tuesday, May 17, 2016

New Knights of Stone Release

This month I have exciting news to share--the third book in the Highland Gargoyles series came out. I love writing this series, which centers on five gargoyle shifter brothers who share a Scottish island with tree witches and wolf shifters. This series is my main priority in 2016 and I'm finishing the first draft of the fourth book now. I have at least six planned. Since there are only five gargoyle brothers, hmm... what could that mean?  

Read more about the series 

Knights of Stone: Bryce

What happens when love interferes with plans, during the most unfortunate of times?
Gargoyle shifter, and the last of her clan, Mairi, is running for her life, desperate to keep hidden. When she spots two winged creatures flying high above her in the Highlands of Scotland, she momentarily panics, thinking they’re the same beasts who murdered her family along with her entire clan. Realizing they’re gargoyles like her, she takes flight and discreetly follows them to an island.
Bryce, beta of his clan and drummer for the Knights of Stone, senses something is amiss on the Isle of Stone. At first, he believes he’s merely discomfited by the rumors of atrocities occurring in the Highlands. However, he discovers an intruder on the magically-concealed island home. Once he ascertains that the flame-haired beauty is the sole survivor of a traumatizing attack, he returns to the Highlands to warn his former clan.
Somewhere between cautioning the clan and realizing the necessity of destroying the beasts that threaten them all, Mairi and Bryce discover an attraction that quickly evolves into a consuming passion. A problem even greater than the murderous fiends becomes apparent – the love they share may not survive the battle.
For a unique shifter romance series with hot men in kilts, read about the brothers in the Knights of Stone today!
Buy now!

Monday, May 16, 2016

Fun with gender

Well, not exactly fun, but some interesting observations.

I sub during the day for teenagers in high school, but late afternoon-night, I tutor younger kids.  They like to tease me, so when I recently addressed a group of boys and girls sitting at my table as "guys", the girls pointed out that they weren't "guys."  I agreed with them, but pointed out that English is predisposed to considering maleness to be default, and female is "different."  How so? 

If I address a mixed group, saying, "How are you guys today?"  the girls will know that I'm including them in that question, and no one will take offense.  But if I was to address the group saying, "How are you girls today?" the boys would feel excluded.  Or worse yet, they'd be insulted.  Um...why?  Why is it OK for girls to be called "guys", but if boys are called "girls", it's an insult?  Why is tomboy a good thing, but the boy equivalent is sissy, which is not? Why is "Daddy's girl" a good thing, but "Mama's boy" is not?  My husband says I analyze things too much, but I point out to him that I'm an English teacher, and that's what we are trained to do.  Plus I think issues like this are fascinating. And being a feminist, I'm always ready to argue about how even our language enforces artificial rules that I don't agree with.

I thought about all of this after renting a cute movie last night.  I totally enjoyed watching it, and it was only this morning that I thought of the fact that there was only 1 female in the movie, and she only has a bit role.  It's called Big Game, and stars Samuel L. Jackson as the President of the United States. He's on his way on Air Force One to a conference in Oslo, but when there is plane trouble over some mountains, he is stuffed into an escape pod and shoved out of the plane. In the meantime, a young Finnish boy, Oskari, is turning 13 the next day.  His father and all of the men in their village, who are all hunters, accompany him to the edge of the forest, to wish him well as he has to spend the night alone.  He is to return the next morning with a trophy of what he hunted during the night, to prove that he is now a man.

Of course there is betrayal of the president involved, by multiple people.  And there is a deranged man who intends to hunt him, thus he is the "big game."  The boy finds the president, and the rest of the story involves how they learn to trust each other, as the boy uses his innate knowledge of the forest and his bravery and intelligence to keep the POTUS alive. And when he turns up the next day at the prearranged place, all of the village men are kneeling in front of the US SWAT team holding rifles on them, since they have no idea what each other are doing there. But the "trophy" the boy brings in impresses everyone.

When I commented to my husband that the paucity of females was a bit disturbing, he reminded me that it was a "coming of age" movie about the boy, so of course, there wasn't any need for any female characters.  I asked if he could remember us ever watching any female "coming of age" movies.  We were both hard-pressed to think of any.  So why is it expected and usual for a movie to have only male characters?

Have you ever heard of the Bechdel Test, invented by lesbian cartoonist Alison Bechdel? To pass the test, a work (novel, story, play or film) has to include at least two female characters who talk to each other about something other than men. So few movies pass this test, that if you were to use this as your criteria, you wouldn't get to see many movies at all!


This is why I write my books with strong female characters.  I won't even read, let along write, a story about a simpering young innocent with no ability to take care of herself.  So if you want to read about strong females who are busy leading their own lives, who meet equally strong men who are attracted to strong females, then please head to my website: http://www.fionamcgier.com

My female spy story, Secret Love, has had its final edit.  I'm just waiting for the expected publishing date for this, one of my favorites, to be re-published in a new, improved form.  Maybe next month I'll have more news?  Until then, what do you think of the Bechdel test?  Have you ever heard of it?  Do any media presentations you watch pass it?

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Fire and Snow - An Interesting Combination

Fire and Snow, the fourth Carlisle Cops story really touched close to home for me.  You see Fisher had a mental illness, he's bi-polar, and he's bene struggling with it for some time.  I know first hand that this particular disease doesn't just affect the person afflicted, but the entire family and everyone around them.  the rollercoaster of emotions can be overwhelming to almost anyone.  So when I developed Fisher, I tried to be realistic and genuine.  JD has his own issues, but he's strong, independent, understanding and has a huge heart.  The perfect man to love Fisher. 


Fisher Moreland has been cast out of his family because they can no longer deal with his issues. Fisher is bipolar and living day to day, trying to manage his condition, but he hasn’t always had much control over his life and has self-medicated with whatever he could find.
JD Burnside has been cut off from his family because of a scandal back home. He moved to Carlisle but brought his Southern charm and warmth along with him. When he sees Fisher on a park bench on a winter’s night, he invites Fisher to join him and his friends for a late-night meal.
At first Fisher doesn’t know what to make of JD, but he slowly comes out of his shell. And when Fisher’s job is threatened because of a fire, JD’s support and care is more than Fisher ever thought he could expect. But when people from Fisher’s past turn up in town at the center of a resurgent drug epidemic, Fisher knows they could very well sabotage his budding relationship with JD.

Releasing May 20:  http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=7745

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Falling in Love with your own Book!

As a writer I find myself falling in love with some of my books every time I look at the cover or remember it. Falling For the Bride, is one of those books.  This book is on pre-order at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/622414

Due out the end of August

Here's an excerpt:

     "Don't worry about it, Joe, I got her…" came a slow drawl from just behind her. Priscilla whirled on her heels and stared into the eyes of a tall stranger, dark blue eyes that twinkled like diamonds.
Eyes shaded by long lashes that took her all in with one swoop.
     It was the way he stopped at different points of interest that had her blushing despite herself. No one had ever regarded her like a side of beef in a butcher shop before.
     She stared at his slicker as though she couldn't believe a man would wear such a thing on a hot day like this. "And you are?" She turned her nose up at the man for being so presumptuous.
     "Quinten Hadley ma'am. But you can call me Quint. You are headed for the Bar 7 ranch?" the handsome stranger asked.
     Handsome in a strange way, his light brown hair was way past his shoulders, but it shone in the noonday sun, as though he kept it very clean. She'd never seen pretty hair on a man before. She somehow had the wrong picture of a typical cowboy. She thought most would wear sweaty, clothes, with worn out hats and tobacco oozing down his chin. Not so this one.
     Unaccustomed to a man with such dangerously good looks, she squinted from the sun once more. "Yes, do you work for Nigel?" she wrinkled her nose as her eyes traveled him with vague interest .Even his clothes were clean, and surprisingly, he didn't reek. Well dressed for a ranch hand, but then what did she know of ranch hands. At least he appeared clean. Perhaps Nigel insisted on cleanliness when picking her up. That stood to reason.
     "Nigel?" the stranger's nose wrinkled too now.
     "Oh, I mean Jeffrey Banks?" Her cheeks colored against the sun. "He told me to call him Nigel. But I'm told he goes by Jeffrey out here."
     "Out here?" The stranger questioned his brow arching.
     "In the west."
     The man nodded dully, his mouth hanging open in a gape. "The west. Excuse me ma'am. Where you from?" He asked reaching for her bags.
     "Philadelphia, of course."
     "Really…" he shook his head. "I'd have never guessed."
     "Are you making fun of me, sir?" She asked, her voice conveying her displeasure.
     "Nope!" he drawled effectively. "Wouldn't dare."
     "Quinten is an unusual name. I've never heard it before."
     "Yes ma'am, my mother was right fond of it. She read it in some book."
     She looked at him and smiled.
     "What's the smile for, ma'am." He asked out curiosity.
     "You mother liked to read?"
     Again his mouth hung open.
    "Is that so astounding? We might have been poor but we weren't raised ignorant."
    "Oh, you read too?"
    "When I get the chance…" He drawled slowly.
    When she stared but didn't say anything he leaned on one hip. "I'll take you there," he rasped with a hint of humor to his mouth.
     He cast her a quick appraisal and tied his horse to a buggy on the side of the building. She noticed he was wearing a gun. Nigel told her that most men wore guns on their hips out here. It was fascinating. She was riding with a real cowboy.
    "Thank you, I'd appreciate that," She said staunchly.
    When he saw all her luggage he frowned, but quietly tied it to the back of the buggy. Once it was secure he joined her.
     The buggy brought them close and gave her the opportunity of observing him easier. She barely got a whiff of the lye soap he used. His eyes were wide spread, tapering, such a dark blue and quite piercing. In a rugged sort of way he was quite handsome, but not at all her type she reminded herself. But despite that, she was intrigued by this individual.
     "You're dressed for rain?" She quipped with her nose in the air.
     "Yes ma'am, I expect somewhat of a gully-washer."
     "But…there isn't a cloud in the sky…" She glanced at the sky and then him.
     "Nope…but it will rain." He assured her. "Do you have a parasol?"
     "Yes…of course, but…it's ridiculous, there isn't a cloud in the sky. And the last I heard there had to be clouds to rain, sir."
     He eyed her now. His indifference as loud as her arrogance.
     She shrugged and turned to dig it out of her bag which was tied to the back of the buggy. It would shade her some, and she wasn't used to the sun bearing down so hard.
      She struggled in a comical way to reach the parasol that was tied to one of her bags. She put her knees on the seat of the buggy and completely turned around, also turning her rump to his view.
     And he did look with interest.
     When she saw him staring, she straightened herself and sat down.
     "Did you grow up with 'Nigel'?" He asked after a bit of silence.
     "Uh…no." She adjusted her hat, then decided with the wind blowing she'd take it off. She unpinned it and set it in her lap.
    "You just visiting or what?" Quint asked.
     She looked rather put out with him, as though he should have guessed why she was here. "I'm to marry Nigel, next month…" she said, then glanced at the man. "Didn't he mention it? I'm what is considered a mail-order-bride."
     Now his mouth really was hanging open.
     "Uh…no, he didn't. But it's not like him to speak much to the hired help." Quint quipped.
     "I suppose that is true."
     "So you are marrying Jeff Banks." He repeated as though going over that information in his head.
     "That's right…"
      He shot her a quick glance. "Why?"
     "Why what?" She shook her head in question.
      "Why you marrying him?"
      Taken aback, Priscilla frowned at the man. "Well why does anyone marry, sir?"
      "That's something I have asked myself a lot." Quint almost chuckled until he saw the look on her face.
       "He put an ad in the paper for a proper lady, of breeding, to marry. My father answered the ad…"
       "You can do that, put an ad in the paper…for a bride?"
     "Yes of course, it's quite proper. Especially out here in the west where women are not as plentiful."
"Oh I don't doubt that ma'am. But seems like a strange way of doing things."
"What's so strange about it?" She snapped.
"Well ma'am, you don't know nothing about him and you are going to marry him. That's strange to me."
"It's done all the time?" She insisted.
"And you are gonna marry him?" He sounded incredulous.
"Mr. Hadley is it? This is none of your concern. Yes, I'm going to marry him. That's what I'm here for."
"Your right, it's not my business." He nodded and whipped the reins harder. "Just makin' conversation, ma'am. But I can't help but find it a might peculiar. I mean, what if you don't like him? What if you marry him and you don't like him?"
She grabbed the side of the buggy as he sped up and her hat nearly blew away.
The silence was almost unbearable and Priscilla thought if she talked maybe he'd slow down.
"Have you worked for Nigel long?"
"Nope!"
He hadn't slowed a bit.
"Must we go so fast?"
"You're not in a hurry to get there?" He challenged shooting her a raised eyebrow.
"I'd rather have a pleasant journey…" she said and fell backwards a bit as he whipped the horses again. "It was a long train ride and I had to change trains three times to get here. I suppose I'm a little snappish."
Suddenly he slowed. "So…what's your name?"
"Priscilla Brewster…" she blurted out.
"I'll call you Cilla then." He smiled at her for the first time. She stared at him strangely.
"Something wrong?"
"N-no…of course not."
After a while, she glanced about and asked. "So how much further?"
"We'll be there by nightfall. You ever been to his place?"
"No, I haven't…"
He nodded as though calculating something in his head.
"You ever been out west?"
"No, I haven't."
"Aside from the heat, what do you think of it?" He asked offhandedly.
"Of what?"
"Of the west?"
"Oh…well, aside from the heat, it is quite different. More spacious. Not many people it doesn't seem. I mean, back home people are walking about the city, here there doesn't seem to be as many people about. Why is that?"
"Too hot for one thing. And most people don't get to town but once a week, on Saturday." He replied. "On Saturday's the town is full, you'll see."
She looked at him, "Really?"
"Really." he replied.
"How odd!"
"Know how to ride a horse?" He asked out of the blue.
She glanced at him now and leaned back in the seat, "Despite that I am a lady from Philadelphia, this might surprise you, but yes, I do know how to ride. I'm quite good at it too."
"Is that a fact." He nodded and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
Was he mocking her?
"Yes it is." She challenged him.
"Can you cook?"
"Cook?" she asked wondering where this conversation might lead.
"Yeah, you know, a meal."
"Some…" she frowned. "I've been doing quite a bit the last few months as we've had many guests. I've had to help the cooks out.
"The cooks?"
"Yes, the cooks in the kitchen." She explained.
"I'll bet you had maids and cooks and stuff back home, didn't you?"
"Well yes, we did, but, I know a few things."
"Uh-huh, I bet you do."
"You don't believe me? I can tell you don't believe a word I’m saying." She frowned at him, a little startled that he would contest her statement.
He shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me. And it certainly shouldn't matter to you, if I do or not."
"Then why ask?" She seemed really flustered.
"Just talkin'. Talkin' is easier than not. Makes the time go faster, and you learn things about people by talkin' to them."
"Can you cook?" She challenged.
"Over a campfire pretty fair, but in a kitchen all I can do is light the stove."
She snickered.
"You are quite the character, aren't you?" She chuckled aloud this time some of the tension flowing out of her with that chuckle.
"Am I?" He glanced at her with a smile.
Sure enough a big droplet of water splashed right on her nose.
He glanced at her and shook his head, "Better use that parasol ma'am. And there's a blanket down under the seat there for you." He offered.
"Thank you…" She looked perplexed. "I don't understand it. The sky was clear moments ago."
"Well, I guess I better warn you now, the weather is one thing you can't count on here in Texas. It can change in a minute. Better grab that blanket ma'am." He said as the rain and wind picked up. "Even the almanac can't get it right all the time."
It was miserable for a few minutes coming in a sheet of rain, fast and hard, and then it stopped altogether, as if it hadn't been there.
"I've never seen weather so unpredictable in my life," she exclaimed, letting the parasol drip dry.
"That's Texas weather ma'am and it does tend to change quickly. You might remember that."
She nodded curtly. "I guess you are right. I'm sorry I misjudged you."
"That's alright, lots of folks do."
The sun was setting and the air began to chill just a bit. She shivered. "It was hot when we left."
He stopped, took off his rain slicker and handed it to her. "It'll take the chill off."
"Thank you…"
But when they pulled into a wide area, with a  widespread ranch in front of her, she gasped. "My God, it's unbelievable. This place is magnificent. Just look at that porch, and what kind of wood is that, cedar?"
"Yes ma'am. I guess it is a little crude from what you are used to." He remarked helping her down from the buggy.
She shook her head, "It's beautiful. Rustic, but beautiful."
"Ma'am?" He stared at her as he practically held her in mid-air.
She wasn't looking at him and he set her down gently.
"Look at that porch. It's lovely….and the view of the valley too. I never expected anything so warm and inviting from Nigel." She remarked. "Perhaps I figured him all wrong too. I pictured him in a two story Victorian kind of home. But this is really lovely. So charming and welcoming. I'm going to love it here."
He took her arm and escorted her inside but all the while he was staring at her as though he couldn't believe her.
Fumbling for a lamp, he lit it and the room became a soft glow.
She gasped.
The room was large and welcoming with a rocked in fireplace, and a huge bear rug in front of it. Books lined one wall, a rocking chair looked inviting, a sofa faced the fireplace, upholstered in fine leather, and a big hound dog came up to her sniffing. He howled for a just a second and she laughed.
She bent down and it licked her in the face. She chuckled.
Taken aback, Quint studied her silently for a moment. "Scout, stop that."
The dog licked her one more time and walked off.
"He's beautiful." She remarked standing up once more.
"You like dogs?"
"Yes, I do, very much. I get along well with animals." She smiled and whirled around." I can't believe I'm finally here. and I can't believe this place will be mine. I'm thrilled."
He stammered a minute. "Yeah, well, let's sit down and talk about that a little bit…"
"About what, where is Nigel? I'd like to see him if you don't mind." She looked a little puzzled by his lack of movement.
"Have you ever seen him?"
"Nigel, no…I guess that's why I'm so anxious."
"Look the truth is, he's not here…"
"I can see that, but where is he?" She questioned.
"I'm sure he's at home…"
"At home! But…" She whirled around and suddenly an Indian woman faced her, with long black braids, and a big knife in her hand. She gasped, and caught her chest, but she didn't scream as Quint expected.
"Want supper…?" The Indian woman asked.
"Yeah, got anything Dancing Tree?"
"Hmm…yes, beans and cornbread.
"That'll do…" Quint told her.
Priscilla stared at the Indian woman, her eyes wide with expectations.
"Don't worry she's friendly. She's a Cherokee."
"She speaks English."
"Sure most of them do."
"I had no idea. There are very few Indians in Philadelphia, either that or I just never ran into them there."
By now Priscilla was staring at him for answers.
"Nigel is at home. But…who's home is this?" She quipped.
"Mine!" He said matter-of-factly.
That took a full minute to sink in.
"Yours? I somehow imagine you'd be living in a bunkhouse, isn't that what they are called?"
"That's what they call them, but I don't work for Nigel. Never did. Sorry I misled you on that."
"Mis-misled me." she gasped. "I wouldn't call that misleading, I'd call it lying." Her voice took on a temper. "Can't we go on to see Nigel tonight?" She asked, a strange feeling assailing her suddenly.
"Nope…afraid not."
"I don't understand." She began sinking onto the sofa.
"Sit down, I'll get us some coffee. We need to talk a bit." He said.
"I don't want to sit down, I want to know why you brought me here in the first place. "The warmth from her voice had faded, replaced by what sounded curiously like hysteria building.
"I don't work for Nigel…." He smiled simply.
"Then…."
"It's simple. I'm kidnapping you." He told her and walked off toward what she thought might be the kitchen.
"Kidnapping!" She shouted. "But you can't do that…" she protested trying to follow him.
She whirled around the place, realizing things were not as they seemed any longer.
He came back a few minutes later. "Have you calmed down yet?"
"Calmed down? No, I want to go to Nigel's."
"Sorry, can't do that."
"You're holding me for ransom?" She gasped.
"In a way, I guess you could say that." He smiled.
"My God, and I trusted you." She twisted on the sofa to look at him.
"That was your first mistake." He smiled again.
Despite the fact that she should have been scared out of her mind, something instinctively told her that he wasn't going to hurt her. But what did he want?
"I don't understand what is going on."
"Of course you don't. You just walked right into this mess. And you blindly thought I was a hand and going to take you to Nigel…" The way he said his name had her frowning. "You didn't ask, you assumed. Big mistake. When you are a stranger, you don't assume anything."
"You say his name as though you don't like him."
"Now that's the truth of the matter right there. I don't like him. And he don't like me."
"Doesn't." She corrected.
He nodded, "Doesn't."
"You want to explain yourself?" She asked staring as he handed her a cup of steaming hot coffee.
She held it and stared into the hot liquid. "What…do you intend doing with me?" She swallowed hard, but raised her head proudly.
"Not a thing. I got one rule, don't run off, don't try to run off, and I won't do a thing to you."
She stared at him now, realizing for the first time that he was undeniably attractive. She hadn't meant to find him attractive. She hadn't meant to even look at him like that, but he was the kind of man that grew on a person, without their knowledge.
"Are you going to tie me up?" She asked.
"No ma'am, not unless you force me to. You got the run of my place, as long as you don't try to leave. You can eat, sleep and do the things a woman usually does. But you can't leave. And I certainly won't harm a hair on your head."
"What are you planning on getting out of this?"
He sighed heavily, and cast her a strange glance. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it. Then he took a deep breath and told her. "It took my brother and me ten years to make this place what it is. We built every building, fenced every cow. And Nigel wants it. He's got papers from a court, saying the place is his now. I want it back. That's all…I want it back. This is my home, I built it with my own hands."
"How could he do that? I mean…legally."
Quint sat down beside her now, making her back-up a bit on the sofa. "My brother Jess, was a gambler, Nigel was in the game. He'd been winning all night. My brother got this hand, it was a good hand, a winning hand, and he bet the place against the money in the pot that he'd win. He lost. He was drinking, upset of course, and he drew on Nigel. Nigel killed him. Now, I can't bring my brother back, but I can get my place back, and that's what I'm going to do, with you. All I want is the deed free and clear like he got it."
Her mouth opened but nothing came out.
"Nigel killed your brother?" She gasped. Her eyes seemed to take in her surroundings with renewed interest.
"That's right, in a gunfight, in a saloon. But before his death he bet the ranch away. Nigel had the winning hand. I fought him off of here for the longest. Then he got a court order, saying I had to vacate, well…ma'am, I'm not vacating. This place is mine, and I won't leave it. They can bury me on it, but I won't leave. Now do you understand?" He asked his eyes sparkling into hers.
"But I'm not part of this?" She argued.
"No ma'am, you weren't. But you are now. You are going to get my place back for me. If he thinks anything of you, he'll hand over the deed."
"It won't hold up in court!"
"Maybe not! Maybe it won't. But before I let him have this place, or you, I'll marry you myself, and tear the place down, board by board. "
"Marry me!" she shook her head. "You can't do that…"
"Watch me." He threatened and walked away. "What difference does it make who you marry. You're a mail-order bride, you never even seen Nigel."
She sat there staring into the empty fireplace and shaking her head. How could this happen? How could she come west, risk everything to marry Nigel and get caught up in a simple land war?
Question was, would Nigel hand over the deed to get her back?
Questions began dancing in her head. Would Nigel take care of this? Would he rescue her? It seemed simple, all Nigel had to do was turn the land back over to this…man!
She sipped her coffee and sat there for what seemed like hours, and then she laid her head back against the sofa and fell asleep. She hadn't been sleepy but it was a welcome void now.
When Quint returned to carry her up the stairs she was barely awake. "I must have fallen asleep. I was so tired from the train ride, and the buggy ride here…" she said sleepily as she held on to his neck.
He glanced down at her, and stared into her eyes. He threw open a door with one hand and kicked it closed with his boot heel.
"Until this is over, this is your room, do what you want, except you can't leave this place." He reiterated. "That's all I ask."
As he put her down his eyes latched onto hers, and he looked almost as though he might be sorry for putting her through this. He started to walk off, but in all fairness she didn't deserve this. "Look, I'm sorry for you, but this is how it will be. And you have my word I won't hurt you. I realize you are innocent of this."
She nodded dully. But as he was about to leave, she put her hand on his arm. "Nigel will give you the land back, I'll see to it. But…please, let me go."
 "I'd like to believe that, but I can't. I've sent a note about you, he'll know by morning." He said.
"Surely he's a fair man.…" she began.
"You should have found out about him a lot sooner ma'am. Goodnight Cilla…" he said softly and left.



Friday, May 13, 2016

Why is Friday the 13th so Unlucky with @AuthorNicMorgan #Fridaythe13th #Spooky

Welcome to Sweet N Sexy Divas. I'm your tour host for today and every month on the 13th, Nicole Morgan. So sit back, relax, maybe even prop up your feet and enjoy your visit! 

Happy Friday the 13th everyone! Normally we stick to the romance aspect of books and all that relates to, but seeing as today is such a spooky and superstitious day I had to step outside the box and delve into that topic which makes us cringe. 


Why is Friday the 13th such a bad day though? Who came up with this? Well, according to folklorists, there is no written evidence for a "Friday the 13th" superstition before the 19th century. According to Wikipedia, the earliest known documented reference in English occurs in Henry Sutherland Edwards' 1869 biography of Gioachino Rossini, who died on a Friday 13th. 

He [Rossini] was surrounded to the last by admiring friends; and if it be true that, like so many Italians, he regarded Fridays as an unlucky day and thirteen as an unlucky number, it is remarkable that on Friday 13th of November he passed away.

One theory states that it is a modern amalgamation of two older superstitions: that 13 is an unlucky number and that Friday is an unlucky day.

In numerology, the number twelve is considered the number of divine organizational arrangement or chronological completeness, as reflected in the twelve months of the year, twelve hours of the clock day, the twelve deities of Olympus, twelve tribes of Israel, twelve Apostles of Jesus, the 12 successors of Muhammad in Shia Islam, twelve signs of the Zodiac, the 12 years of the Buddhist cycle, etc., whereas the number thirteen was considered irregular, transgressing this completeness. There is also a superstition, thought by some to derive from the Last Supper or a Norse myth, that having thirteen people seated at a table results in the death of one of the diners.

Friday has been considered an unlucky day at least since the 14th century's The Canterbury Tales, and many other professions have regarded Friday as an unlucky day to undertake journeys or begin new projects.

One author, noting that references are all but nonexistent before 1907 but frequently seen thereafter, has argued that its popularity derives from the publication that year of Thomas W. Lawson's popular novel Friday, the Thirteenth, in which an unscrupulous broker takes advantage of the superstition to create a Wall Street panic on a Friday the 13th.

Records of the superstition are rarely found before the 20th century, when it became extremely common. The connection between the Friday the 13th superstition and the Knights Templar was popularized in Dan Brown's 2003 novel The Da Vinci Code and in John J. Robinson's 1989 work Born in Blood: The Lost Secrets of Freemasonry. On Friday, 13 October 1307, hundreds of the Knights Templar were arrested in France, an action apparently motivated financially and undertaken by the efficient royal bureaucracy to increase the prestige of the crown. Philip IV was the force behind this ruthless move, but it has also tarnished the historical reputation of Clement V. From the very day of Clement V's coronation, the king falsely charged the Templars with heresy, immorality and abuses, and the scruples of the Pope were compromised by a growing sense that the burgeoning French State might not wait for the Church, but would proceed independently. However, experts agree that this is a relatively recent correlation, and most likely a modern-day invention.

Now these are all valid reasons why today we still continue to perpetuate the superstition, but personally I have my own superstitions which relate to this day. Which is exactly why tonight I will be MIA and my tushy will be firmly planted in front of the television watching one of my favorite horror maniac, Jason Vorhees. That's right. You heard me. My superstition is that not a single Friday the 13th can pass without watching at least one of the popular horror flicks which gave hockey masks an all new meaning. 

So, Happy Friday the 13th everyone! And keep your hands off of my popcorn! ;)



Thank You for joining me today! I'll see you all next month on the 13th. Have a great month and remember to be SWEET and SEXY


Nicole Morgan is an author of erotic romance novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with good old-fashioned whodunit. While she's written everything from contemporary to paranormal her leading men will more than likely be wearing a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve. From her very first novel about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a few twists and turns you were not expecting.

She is a proud member of the Romance Books 4 Us Gold Authors and also one of the Sweet N Sexy Divas.  

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Until next month lovies ~ Nic