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Sunday, June 28, 2015

Tarnished Honor By Sabrina York: One of Six Scorching Waterloo Romances Available Now for 99¢ #Giveaways!

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Tarnished Honor By Sabrina York
One of six amazing novels in a landmark collection honoring the heroes of Waterloo and the ladies they love!

The Incomparables
This limited edition box set includes 6 scorching romances that commemorate the 200th anniversary of the June 18, 1815 Battle of Waterloo.

From the Duchess of Richmond’s ball in Brussels to the Battle of Waterloo and beyond, join these six unforgettable heroes as they journey back from the physical and emotional trials of war and discover the passion that thrills the body can also heal the heart. 

Coming June 18th from bestselling and award winning historical romance authors Cerise DeLandSabrina YorkSuzi LoveLynne ConnollySuzanna Mederios and Dominique Eastwick,

The Stories in the Set:

Interlude with a Baron by Cerise DeLand
Emma wants only an interlude with the man she’s adored for years. But Drayton Worth has spent five years riddled with guilt for hurting her—and he’s determined to have more than a few nights in her bed.

Tarnished Honor by Sabrina York
Daniel Sinclair is a broken man with war wounds that are physical and spiritual. He’s weighed down by grief and guilt and tormented by his tarnished honor. When he meets Fia Lennox, a beautiful and brave Highland lass in dire need of his protection, he sees in her his chance for redemption…or utter damnation. Because despite his valiant attempts to resist her, he cannot.

Love After Waterloo by Suzi Love
When Lady Melton and her son join Captain Belling and the last wounded soldiers evacuating from Waterloo to London, she expects clashes with army deserters but doesn’t anticipate how falling in love with the antagonistic captain will change her life.

Dreaming of Waterloo by Lynne Connolly
Paul “Lucky” Sherstone daren’t even let his wife too close because of his headaches and the living nightmares he can’t dispel. Hetty hardly knows the man who comes back from war, but one thing she does know—she still wants him.

The Captain’s Heart by Suzanna Mederios
A man who is determined to fulfill his duty at the expense of his own happiness, a woman who wants only one taste of true passion, and a case of mistaken identity. Can Captain Edward Hathaway and Grace Kent overcome the guilt that continues to haunt them both and find true love?

For Love or Revenge by Dominique Eastwick
Captain Roarke Wooldridge is about to find out that sometimes love does heal all wounds.But when his need for revenge collides with desires he never believed he would feel again, will he be able to put aside the scars of Waterloo to embrace his future?

Read more about Tarnished Honor By Sabrina York

Daniel Sinclair is a broken man with wounds that are physical and spiritual. He’s weighed down by grief and guilt that he could not save his friend, Graeme Lennox, and is convinced that a French lance left him less than a man. He has no prospects. Nothing left but his tarnished honor. But then he meets a vexing boy who makes him question even that.

Fia Lennox’s world turned on its end with her brother’s death. She’s gone in one fell swoop from lady to servant…to a woman on the run. The world is a dangerous place for a woman alone—even when she is masquerading as a boy—so when she meets up with a strong, valiant ex-cavalryman, she decides to become his traveling companion. Whether he likes it or not.

Battling villains, would-be-friends and their own finely-forged battlements, Fia and Daniel rush toward their destiny, a scorching passion and, hopefully, redemption. Can love conquer all? Even the ghosts of the past?

Read an excerpt of Tarnished Honor:

Glorious.
There was no other word for it. Simply glorious.
Daniel tipped his face up to the sky and grinned. The sun was shining and the breeze was mild. The sky was blue and tufted with fat white clouds. It was a lovely day to travel—it could have been raining, could have been cold. But since he’d set out from London, on this lengthy journey to Inverness, each day had been prettier than the last.
His mood had improved too. He was swamped with the conviction that he’d done the right thing, leaving his haven. As much as he appreciated his position at the club, he’d allowed himself to sink into it, into the rut of it. He’d allowed himself to wallow in his woes.
There was no wallowing on the road; there simply wasn’t time for it.
It was energizing to be traveling again, invigorating to be out in the world, breathing fresh air and going somewhere. He enjoyed the solitude, the quiet, the absence of need to make conversation.
That left him alone with his thoughts, his regrets, his guilt, but such specters had haunted him for so long, they were like old companions. He wouldn’t know who he was without them.
Aye. This was far more healing than any medicine—the power of his mount between his thighs, the kiss of warmth on his face, the movement. Surprisingly, his leg hardly pained him at all, except when he moved suddenly. In fact, it even felt better after several days of riding. He hadn’t fallen off his horse once.
Hunnam was in good form as well. No doubt he’d enjoyed the fresh air and the chance to prance once again. An hour’s exercise a day was one thing, but for a Scots Grey, the chance to run and run wild spoke to his soul.
It spoke to Daniel’s too, so he put his heels to his mount’s sides and gave him his head.
And it was glorious.
He hadn’t realized how closed up he’d allowed himself to become. How isolated. He hadn’t realized how much he’d allowed his injury—and his guilt—to shrink his horizons.
Well, his horizons weren’t limited now. They spread before him in a verdant green wash that stretched as far as the eye could see. He passed a loch and paused to admire the sparkling waters, to watch an osprey swoop down to snatch a hapless fish.
And damn, but it was a fine thing to be back in Scotland. Daniel hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed hearing the lilt of his own brogue, or tasting a well-made haggis. The Brits didn’t care for haggis, a fact he’d never quite understood. When created by someone who knew what they were doing, it was delicious. And Scottish innkeepers, apparently, knew what they were doing. Or their wives did.
There was no doubt about it, he’d probably gained a stone since crossing the border to his homeland. He’d never felt so vibrant and alive. And while he had enjoyed the occasional chat with a fellow countryman, he had never enjoyed his own company more. There was something about being alone with one’s thoughts that was very peaceful. It allowed a man to explore his soul at leisure without interruptions. It allowed a man to process all that had happened in his life. To put everything in the place it belonged. Though he still had several days of travel, at most a week, he was already lamenting the journey’s end.
After he passed the Kinclaven Crossroads, the landscape changed from fields and farms to orchards. The looming trees shaded the road in a lacy pattern; the scent of crisp apples filled the air, tempting Daniel to reach up and pluck one for a taste. 
He did not. That would be stealing and he was a man of honor.
He pulled back on Hunnam’s reins when he spotted a white mare standing in the road. She was difficult to miss. Her lines were exquisite, her saddle and tack were the finest…but she had no rider. His brow wrinkled as he rode closer. No one would ever abandon such a fine horse. It was—
“Blast.”
The imprecation came from the leafy tree next to which the mare stood.
Daniel glanced up; the boughs riffled. An apple fell to the ground.
The mare whinnied and walked over to it, lipping up the treat.
Another apple fell and the horse made short work of that one was well.
“Stop eating them all,” the tree said. “Save some for me.”
Daniel cleared his throat. It seemed prudent to make himself known. “Hullo?”
The leaves rustled and a face peered out. Enormous blue-green eyes stared at him. Something flickered through them. Something that could have been construed as…guilt.
Daniel frowned. “What are you doing up there?” he asked.
The eyes blinked. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” He drummed his fingers on his saddle. “Are you stealing apples?”
The chagrined expression on that elfin face was nearly whimsical. “Is this your orchard?”
“Indeed it is not.”
An entrancing, mischievous smile blossomed and the thief tossed him a fat red apple. “Then catch.”
He did not. He did not catch. The apple bounced off his pate.
“Oh really,” an amused voice echoed from above. “Let’s try again.”
“Let’s not.”
Too late. Another apple flew in his direction. He missed it again. It fell to the ground and Hunnam gobbled it up.
“Sir, you are supposed to catch them.”
“I doona care to abet you in your thievery—” Another missile flew. By the grace of God, he caught this one. “Please stop throwing stolen apples at me.” It was large and red and shiny and looked delicious. Aside from that, it smelled quite tantalizing. As he felt he had earned it, he polished it on his lapel and took a bite. Flavor exploded in his mouth and juice dribbled down his chin. They were excellent apples.
The face disappeared, followed by more rustling. A satchel fell to the loam with a soft thud. Then a pair of feet appeared. Legs. Slim hips. Slender shoulders and then a mop of tousled black curls.
A boy dropped to the ground with an oof. He looked up at Daniel, his head tipped saucily to the side, and then he grinned. It was a rakish grin. “Not stealing,” he said. “Borrowing.”
This he said with such conviction, Daniel had to struggle not to laugh. This was no laughing matter. Thieves ended up in the gaol. “Ah. Borrowing. Surely you won’t mind explaining that to him.” Daniel nodded to the distance, where a farmer was running through the trees toward them, arms flailing.
The boy’s eyes widened. He picked up the satchel and hefted it over his shoulder. Then he bounded into the saddle and shot a glance back at Daniel. His grin was wicked as he urged his mount forward…leaving Daniel behind to explain to the farmer why his apples were missing.
And why apple juice dribbled from his chin.




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Saturday, June 27, 2015

Cerise DeLand's excerpt, INTERLUDE WITH A BARON, The Incomparables 99 cent #Regency

This limited edition box set includes 6 scorching romances that commemorate the 200th anniversary of the June 18, 1815 Battle of Waterloo.

From the Duchess of Richmond’s ball in Brussels to the Battle of Waterloo and beyond, join these six unforgettable heroes as they journey back from the physical and emotional trials of war and discover the passion that thrills the body can also heal the heart. 

June 18th from bestselling and award winning historical romance authors Cerise DeLand, Sabrina York, Suzi Love, Lynne Connolly, Suzanna Mederios and Dominique Eastwick.

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Interlude with a Baron by Cerise DeLand
Emma wants only an interlude with the man she’s adored for years. But Drayton Worth has spent five years riddled with guilt for hurting her—and he’s determined to have more than a few nights in her bed.

Excerpt from Cerise DeLand’s INTERLUDE WITH A BARON:
  “Excuse me, will you?” Dray dismissed himself from the group. He had four days to talk with all these people at this house party. What lured Dray was his favorite puzzle. The famous Marlthorpe maze.
  He escaped through the French doors opening to the veranda and the complex design of the evergreens. He loved this labyrinth, its path copied from an ancient Greek oracle. For many years, he’d come here to Marlthorpe’s springtime party and sought out the serenity of the garden and the mental exercise it afforded. Puzzles were his favorite pastime when he was not making money.
Starting down the entrance, he paused a moment to consider the right turn or the left. He’d tried the left last year and found it led to a circular route back to the entry. Right then, it would be. The yews had grown two inches or more since last spring and the enclosure was quiet, comforting. That is, it was until he heard giggles from another quarter of the shrubbery.
  The sounds were those of a young child and a woman.
  “Come now, Christine,” the female voice was low, breathless. It had a distinctive rasp.
  Dray halted.
  “You must put on your mask, dearest. You have the advantage if you can see!” The woman laughed though she tried to sound stern.
  And Dray swallowed, drowning his instincts about the identity of the lady who chased her daughter in the garden.
   The child shrieked in delight, then pattered away.
  Rustlings in the bushes gave evidence of the two running.
  “I found you!” the woman said.
  “Not fair. Not fair, Miss Bedlow.” The girl objected but laughed nonetheless.
   Miss Bedlow? How could it be?  
   Dray stared at the wall of greenery.
   The two chuckled and chased each other.
   The woman stopped. “Wait, Christine!”
   He spun around, following the sounds, his head whirling with the shock and the possibility that Emma Bedlow was a guest at this party. That she played with a child.
   And that she was in this garden and he was, too. After years of taking care to never cross her path, how ironic that he could come to a house party on a spring afternoon in Berkshire and be so near.
   He stood, confounded by his choices. Call to her. See her. In truth, over the next three days, he would eventually be near her. To converse. To dine. To dance. Better to face her alone now than later in a room filled with curious spectators.
  So be it. Following their voices, he tracked her and her charge down one path and left across another. Luck was with him and he recalled one lane with the grey stone bench…and another one with the potted white roses along the east barrier.
  The noises stopped.
  The girl asked a question and Emma answered, walking toward him and laughing.
  Anxious, fretful, he turned a corner.
   Halted.
   Let his eyes revel in the sight of her.
   She was holding hands with a girl and beginning a children’s roundelay.
  The girl broke away from her, racing around like a little animal and not watching where she was going, she ran right into Dray.
   With a grunt, she froze and peered up at him.
   Dray caught the child with hands to her shoulders. She squirmed and pleaded with him to let her go.
   But Dray had no presence of mind to do it. He gazed at Em, his soul drinking in her pale green gown, her fuller figure, her wealth of midnight hair. He had died of thirst for years to see her—and he rejoiced that she appeared hale and hearty, even happy, if also at the moment, shocked to stillness.
  What to say to her? What to call her? He wouldn’t address her by her title. That was one she’d hated, never wanted. And since the autumn, she told it about that she wished to discard her married name for her maiden.
  “My lady, how wonderful to see you again.”
  She gaped at him as she blinked and stepped backward. “My lord.”
  “I had no idea you were here.”
   “I—I was amusing her, tiring her before…”
   He tore his gaze from hers and looked at the girl with a critical eye. The child was too old to be hers and Montroy’s. Was she ten? Eleven? Twelve years old, at the very most. When he’d last seen Em after Waterloo, she’d been married only a year and the anniversary of that great battle would be five years in June. This child was not hers.
  He peered at her. “You are invited to the house party?”
   Emma shook her head so forcefully that her shining hair, so thick, fell from her pins, draping her shoulders with fat curls. “ Yes. But I will not attend.”
   He took a step nearer. She was as lovely—no, even more beautiful than she’d been as an eighteen-year-old dancing in his arms at the Dunstables’ ball. Now she was what? Twenty-four? Twenty-five?   Her cheeks were plumper. Her exotic aqua eyes round with shock. Her form was fuller. A woman, no longer a girl. A woman who had seen too much agony and deserved all the laughter and light she could garner in her lifetime.
   “I don’t understand. Are you not a guest?”
  “I am acting governess to the earl of Tunbridge’s daughter. Forgive me. This is Lady Christine, my lord. My dear, I present Baron Lansdowne.”
   While the girl murmured how she was pleased to meet him, he took a second to realize Em used the formal title of Naill Wainwright. Astonishing, too, was that this child was Naill’s, the one no one ever saw and often remarked might not exist.
   “You are employed?”
   “I am.”
   That confused him. She had money. He’d made certain of it. His sum complemented that from her mother’s dowry, which her father had not been able to throw after bad schemes, grasping mistresses and cards. “Will you come inside and—?”
   “No, my lord.” She stiffened and never took her eyes from him. “I cannot.”
  “I am so delighted to see you, Em.”
   She looked as if she were about to cry. But she took hold of her charge’s hand. “I must go.”
   “Wait, Em. I must talk to you.” Make amends.
   “I do not wish to speak with you. Go about your party, my lord. Say nothing, I beg you, of this or me to anyone.”
   The Elgin family had invited her. They had evidently accepted that she needed careful assistance to enter society again. He didn’t understand why she hung back.
   Unless she was angry at him.
  And he couldn’t blame her. “Em, I mean you no harm.”
   She put up a hand. “Please, Dray. I must do this my way. Let me go in peace.”
   And since she had had so little of it in her life, he did as she asked and watched her leave him. As she always did.
********
INTERLUDE WITH A BARON is part of
Regency Romp series
which begins with
LADY VARNEY'S RISQUE BUSINESS
followed by
RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE
and within a few weeks, the third in series~
MASQUERADE WITH A MARQUESS.

Not read the others?
Start now!
                Then watch for MASQUERADE in a few weeks!

Friday, June 26, 2015

Celebrate Summer with Sweet Summer Kisses!





Bluestockings and wallflowers seek happily-ever-afters. Only handsome, respectable and deeply romantic persons need apply. Dukes and marquesses will be given special consideration. Apply within.

This anthology contains nine fun, heart-tugging, and wholesomely romantic Regency novellas that are as sigh-worthy as they are sweet, brought to you by USA Today and national bestselling, award-winning authors.

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Deceived by a Duke by Erin Knightley, USA Today and nationally bestselling, award-winning author

When strangers meet during a summer sojourn to the continent, love soon blossoms under the Spanish sun. But things aren't all what they seem. When Libby discovers her English gentleman isn't at all who she thought he was, can their new relationship survive the shock of being . . . Deceived by a Duke?


Captivated by the Wallflower by Aileen Fish, USA Today and nationally bestselling author

Finding the perfect husband for wallflower Lady Susan is a means to an end for Viscount Knightwick. Falling in love is not part of his plan. Can he keep his heart safe while making hers happy?


A Most Suitable Match by Lily George, national bestselling author

Can confirmed bluestocking and matchmaker Louisa Bradbury compose her own happily ever after with Thomas, the wallflower of the rich and powerful Wright family?


Stealing the Duchess by Marie Higgins, national bestselling author

When Julian Stratford seeks out to steal the duchess as an act of revenge, he mistakenly steals the wrong sister—a wallflower, no less. As they work together to try and solve the mystery, they soon discover that not only are their lives in danger, but so are their hearts.


First Impressions by Elizabeth Johns, national bestselling author

A widower earl, still in need of an heir, reluctantly sets off for London in search of a wife. He infinitely prefers the role of recluse to that of dashing beau.

The Season’s Incomparable prefers books to balls. She agrees to hide her bookish tendencies in exchange for her mother agreeing to limit her to one Season.

Their initial prejudices prevent their feeling they would suit, but an unlikely source may give them another chance…


Treasure Beyond Words by Heather King

Having trusted the wrong man, bluestocking Amelia Burcott is forced to seek employment as a governess in order to support herself. Little does she realize, when she joins the household of the Earl of Raftesbury, that he has a secret as great as her own and needs the right woman to help him conquer his past.


The Earl’s Beloved Match by Bess McBride, national bestselling author

Bluestocking Cora Prentice has no intention of marrying…ever. Tobias, the Early of Momford, has no intention of marrying…ever. But Aunt Mimi has other plans for them as she sets out to make a match between her goddaughter and her adopted nephew!


Save the Last Dance for Me by Cora Lee, award winning author

When Lady Honoria Maitland reunites with her old friend Benedict Grey, she proposes an arrangement: a faux courtship that will smooth wallflower Benedict’s re-entry into society and appease her dying father. But Honoria’s clever plan failed to account for Benedict’s heart...or her own.


The Third MacPherson Sister by Susana Ellis

Rebecca’s older sisters took the ton by storm while she herself has failed to attract a suitor in four Seasons. Miles is pondering his urgent need for a wife when Rebecca lands in his lap in the nave of Bath Abbey. A match between them seems ordained by the heavens… except for the little matter of his past history with her sisters.



Romance in Bath

Rebecca MacPherson and Miles Framingham, Duke of Aylesbury, meet in Bath Abbey while their respective mothers are taking the waters at the Roman Baths. 


Miles is sitting in front of a stained glass window and pondering his need for a wife when Rebecca is pushed by a passing crowd into his lap. Is a marriage between them ordained by the heavens?


The next day, they meet again while shopping on the Pulteney Bridge, although this time it appears to be due to the scheming of their matchmaking mothers. 


But Rebecca isn't interested in an arranged marriage—even with a duke—and Miles, besides being reluctant to tie himself down, has a rather scandalous history with one of her "Golden Twin" sisters.

A match between them seems impossible… unless true love truly does conquer all.


About Susana


Susana has always had stories in her head waiting to come out, especially when she learned to read and her imagination began to soar. Voracious reading led to a passion for writing, and her fascination with romance and people of the past landed her firmly in the field of historical romance.


A teacher in her former life, Susana lives in Toledo, Ohio in the summer and central Florida in the winter. She is a member of the Central Florida Romance Writers and the Beau Monde chapters of RWA and Maumee Valley Romance Inc.




Thursday, June 25, 2015

New Release!


It's me again!


I hope everyone is enjoying their summer as it's only just begun.  My update for this month is to let you lovely folks know that my newest release, the second book in the Binding series is available on ebook format from Siren Bookstrand.  In the off chance you've not heard about it, check out the following excerpt! 

-Sindri walked the halls of the light court in a mood completely opposite of his surroundings. Finding his Aunt in the dining room he sat down at the table and greeted her succinctly. Her surprised expression clued him in on exactly how unlike himself he was behaving.
“I would ask what is troubling you, or have you not acclimated to Raerdel’s days at the dark court yet?” The Queen was polite but concerned.
“She woke last night and was not herself. Not in a metaphoric sense but literally was not herself. The voice coming from her mouth was not hers and her actions were not her own.” Sin’s fist balled at the remembering of the incident. This morning it had been all he could do to allow her to travel back to the dark court without knowing whom or what was at the bottom of her possession the night before.
“That is very concerning indeed. Did she change at all physically or was it just in her actions and her voice?” The Queen’s voice interrupted his dark thoughts.
“Her eyes went completely black, there were no whites to her eyes. Have you heard of such a thing? Is it possible she was possessed in her sleep? What benefit or boon would Maeve have in manipulating her in such a manner?” Sindri still hadn’t come up with any plausible hypothesis as to why this could be happening let alone how.
The Queen shook her head and stood from the table. “I do not know, but I will meet with the elders and if there is an answer we will know it hence she returns in the morning. You cannot act rashly Sindri, I know how strongly you feel for her darling but your breaking of the treaty or attack on the dark court may be the motive in and of itself.”
Sin looked up at the Queen’s hand where it lay on his shoulder. “I know you are right, but this is about as helpless as I’ve ever felt aunt. If they harm her I will turn that court to ash. I do not mean this as a threat, without her there is no point.”
The Queen squeezed his shoulder before leaving the room. He knew that she worried for him and for Raerdel now that she had gotten to know her. He stood from the table and walked down the stairs to the grounds. Looking up at the sky he tried to reach out with his energy toward his wife. He couldn’t resist the smile when he felt the connection much like a puzzle piece falling into place.
Talking out loud and knowing she could hear him he leaned against the tree they had once argued at. “Are you well my heart?”
A soft laugh sounded in the air around him. “I just finished a rousing rendition of “blow things up in the basement”. I’m getting quite good at that. I may have accidentally blown up a few vases that weren’t really targets and supposedly have the remains of some really powerful; yet dead, people in them. I fear I displeased Grandmother.” The giggle in her voice let Sin know exactly how upset by that fact she was.
“Darling, we talked about that. No intentionally provoking her. We don’t know what she’s planning yet and the last thing I want is for you to tip the scales without realizing it. I need you to stay safe.” Sin kept his voice calm and soft to avoid betraying how truly worried he was and how little he knew about what was happening there.
“I know, and I didn’t intentionally. I really lost control of my aim after doing it for so long. I’m fine until I get tired then I have a harder time. Enough talk about the lameness that is the dark court. How are you doing?” He could hear the concern in her voice as well. His wife was always quick to put his wellbeing ahead of her own, which was not necessarily a trait he enjoyed.
“I am well, my aunt and I have been talking about what happened last night and are trying to come up with possible answers. Have you felt anything like that since going there?” Sin tried to gather as much information as he could to present the elders.
“No, but I’ve not gone to sleep yet. I’m just tired after the lesson but I’m always tired after that because she makes me do it till I am. I hope your aunt can get us some answers. I don’t like the idea that something can make me do things and not just in my dreams.” The underlying fear Raerdel felt was in those words.
“I know Raer, and I’m going to do anything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen again and that you are safe. Just keep linking with me and I can monitor your dreams and step in if needed.” Sin felt more than heard her yawn.
“Okay. I’m going to lay down now; I can’t keep my eyes open. I love you Sin.”
Smiling, Sin tilted his head back and looked at the stars now twinkling in the sky. “Not half as much as I love you Raer.” He teased with his familiar argument. She would often attack him with kisses until he relented on them loving each other equally. He was rewarded with her sleepy laugh and then she was asleep. Going back to his tower he prepared for bed and then lay to share his wife’s dreams. This time was not by choice, but out of necessity for her safety. Closing his eyes, he found her spirit immediately and joined her in slumber. - 


 

Binding Blood is available from Siren Bookstrand at this time in ebook format! 

This book is the second in a series and it is highly suggested that readers start with Binding Dreams the first book in the series.  This is available in ebook format most places they are sold.

Lastly, my author website and blog are under construction!  Keep a lookout as the new and revamped page will be going live soon at www.ceciletellier.com.

Thanks for reading I hope everyone has a great summer! 

Yours, 
XO 


Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Don't You Deserve a Break? Indulge Yourself #FreeBook @kayelleallen

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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

AI Comedy Romance- Sci-Fi Romance

The second in my Mind Date series, Code of Misconduct will be released this Thursday, June 25th 

For a headless, bodiless, everything but mindless, woman, Betty sure gets around. She’s dating a hundred men online. The most eligible bachelor is Trent, a real live cowboy. Or is he? Both Betty and Chet have a huge secret that could end their relationship. Can the AI gal and the  flesh and blood man to find love together? 


This is the second in the Mind Date series which is Her meets a 1960 Screwball Romance.

The first is in the series is A Woman of Intellectual Means.

Em met the perfect man online, but he doesn't know she's artificial intelligence -- no body, just code. Em gets to know Jason through emails and Sim dating games. Jason makes her feel...so human. Is Em's superior intelligence enough to find a way to overcome the differences between flesh and code?

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Monday, June 22, 2015

My Top Ten Favorite Ghost Stories

Adele Downs' Top Ten Favorite Ghost Stories (Books or Movies)

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
The Haunting (Original movie, Jill Harris & Claire Bloom, 1963. Based on the novel.)
The Shining by Stephen King
Ghosts of The Valley by Adi-Kent Thomas Jeffrey (Ghosts in Pennsylvania.)
More Ghosts of The Valley by Adi-Kent Thomas Jeffrey (Ghosts in Pennsylvania.)
Ghost (Movie starring Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze, 1990.)
Field of Dreams (Movie starring Kevin Costner, 1989.)
ParaNorman (Movie, Animated, 2012)
Poltergeist (Movie starring Craig T. Nelson and JoBeth Williams, 1982.)
Practical Magic (Movie starring Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman,1998)



LIP SERVICE  by ADELE DOWNS

Some ghosts won’t take “yes” for an answer.

Jack Harris has loved Legs Anderson since they were kids. Now that he has her in his bed, he has no intention of letting her go. Aunt Ada has other ideas, even from the grave.

GETTING BETWEEN JACK…
Orphaned at a young age, Legs Anderson owes her Aunt Ada everything. The stoic old lady raised her, and Ada’s warnings about men—and the Harris boys in particular—have stuck, even after her death. Of course, that could be because Ada stuck around, too.

 …AND HIS LEGS
Patience is not one of Jack Harris’s virtues, and he’s waited too long to start a life with the woman he’s loved since childhood instead of them just knocking boots. Now Ada is interfering from beyond the grave, haunting the old Victorian house she bequeathed to her niece and reinforcing Legs’s fears of commitment. But Jack won’t give up. No matter what trouble may follow, the house will be renovated, Ada will learn to let go, Legs will put her money where her mouth is…and then Jack’ll put his lips everywhere else.

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Sunday, June 21, 2015

Meet Cat - the heroine from Mist Revealed #paranormal #mythology #sale

Whenever I work on a book, I outline the plot and create a fact sheet for my characters. It helps me get to know their drivers and issues. Today, I'm sharing a character profile for Cat, the heroine of my latest release, Mist Revealed.

Meet the heroine of Mist Revealed—Cat


Cat is a twenty-nine year old human. She’s a scientist who lives and breathes her research. Nothing else in her life holds her interest for long, including men. She doesn’t have time for them, not when there are answers to be found, and the lure of knowledge pushes her to hyper focus on work to the point where eating and sleeping become optional. She knows it’s a problem, but can’t help it. She comes from a long line of obsessive scientists.

In fact, her great-grandmother was a brilliant biologist whose research advanced science during World War II. Only, she made many of her discoveries while pushing the envelope of ethical behavior. Cat can’t help feeling as though she lives under the woman’s shadow. She also worries that she too will one day be tempted to utilize less than reputable avenues to get the data she desperately wants. Fortunately, she’s always had a voice of reason in her sister Janice. That all changes, however, when she succumbs to an unknown, deadly virus.

Cat is left with a mystery, one that has no reasonable explanation. For a woman who needs facts to explain her world, she’s left floundering. A trip to Greenland to collect valuable data doesn’t offer her the answers she seeks, at least not in the way she can rationalize with hard facts.

Myths, mysteries and emotions she’s never had to deal with surround her in the misty and cold land. Her reasonable, orderly world is thrown off kilter and the only thing she can rely on is a man who somehow accomplishes the impossible—he changes her focus from science to love. She’s just not so sure she can accept itwithout facts to explain why she feels the way she does.

By Nancy Corrigan


Elemental Desire, Book 1

A woman seeking answers…
Cat, a renowned scientist, embarks on a quest to uncover the source of the unknown deadly virus that claimed her sister’s life. What she finds is a man shrouded in mystery who manages the impossible—swaying her devotion from logic to passion. But Rune isn’t simply a lover. He’s a weapon, one that has the potential to save her or destroy her.
A man searching for treasure…
Rune, a child of the mist, awakens into a world hovering on the verge of destruction. Ragnarok is coming. His enemies have been released from their prison. And he’s discovered the one woman who can thaw his frozen heart. But the race to stop the final battle isn’t the time to fall in love. Or is it?
A discovery that will change everything…
Life evolves, and what was lost can be recovered. But the truth revealed isn’t the one Cat or Rune expects. The impossible has become reality. And two lovers must make a choice—adapt or die.

Author’s note: Mist Revealed was previously released as Mist Unveiled and has been reedited.

Excerpt (PG)

“The cursed ones have returned!” A wrinkly woman with cataracts wobbled forward on the arm of the teenage boy Rune had seen at the hotel.

Francis jumped to his feet, a lithe move for a male of his advanced years. “Irene, hush now, before you frighten Miss Saunders.”

The creases by Irene’s eyes deepened. “Frighten? Well, she should be. You all should be.” Her steady, accusing gaze skimmed the crowd before settling on Francis. “I told you they’d awoken. You did not believe. Now, do you believe? We are doomed!”

Rune squinted to bring her blurry image into focus. The effort it took to keep the dying male’s mind quiet sucked precious energy from him. “What are you talking about, woman?”

The crowd’s cries turned to whispers as if they too waited on her answer.

She clicked her tongue. “They call it global warming.” Her nose wrinkled. “It’s not. I’ve tried to tell them.” She waved a gnarled hand at the crowd. “Ragnarok is coming.”

Gasps and curses drifted from the bystanders. A few people blessed themselves and hurried away. Others shook their heads.

Rune swallowed hard. “What makes you think that?”

The woman yanked the boy’s arm. He led her closer. “My father passed on the stories of the bringers of Doomsday. Eldj√∂tnar, he called them. Fire-wielding blood drinkers who would kill the old gods once and for all so they could shape the new world. I didn’t believe him, not until the staff washed up on shore.”

Rune sucked in a breath, a response he couldn’t stop.

The older female chuckled. “You know of the old gods then too? Their hoarded treasure has been found.”

His heart raced. “Where? Where is it?”

More cackling laughter. “Gone. All gone.”

Excerpt (R)

A cold gust of wind swept into the room. She glanced over her shoulder. The sight that met her stopped her heart. Rune stood just inside the doorway, mist swirling around his feet. She looked from the odd fog to his face. The light from the nearby lamp left half of it in shadows. It didn’t dim his expression, however.

Hungry. Intense. Primal.

He focused his blue-gray eyes on her. She couldn’t have looked away if she wanted to.

“Catherine? You there? Your image cut out. All I hear is wind wailing.”

Wind? What wind?

Rune glanced from her to the computer. The lights flickered. A pop sounded. She gasped and swung her head to peer at her computer. Only a black screen showed. The lights wavered again, then went out.

The sound of a door slamming tore a squeak from her throat. Her heart raced. She hated the dark.
“Rune?”

No answer.

The window cast a small sliver of light across the room, not enough to see much but it calmed her frantic pulse.

“The power went out.” She stated the obvious, but she had to say something. The silence threatened to stir her anxiety.

He didn’t respond.

A shiver raced down her spine. The cold air Rune had let in chilled her. She rubbed at her arms to warm them. It didn’t help. Her teeth chattered. “Do you have a generator? It’s going to get pretty uncomfortable in here soon.”

Hands caught her hips from behind. A hard body pressed along her back. And the scent of a crisp autumn day filled her lungs. She relaxed into him. Rune hooked his arms around her waist. She tugged them tighter. The warmth he gave off felt heavenly compared to the icy air fogging her breath.
“Who was the male you were talking to?”

“Sam. He’s—

“Is he your lover?”

Not seeing any reason to lie, she answered. “Sometimes. We’re not serious.”

He buried his face in the crook of her neck. For a long moment, he only breathed slowly. Each exhale heated her body.

“You won’t touch him again.” He pressed his lips to her ear. “I won’t share you.”

The stark possessiveness in his voice and words should’ve made her see red. It didn’t. Confusion over why he’d care surfaced instead.

“Share me? What are you talking about?”

“Your body, Cat.” He kissed her, right below her ear. Another shiver raced down her spine. Desire fueled it. She was no longer cold. “And your heart, your life, your future. They’re mine.”

Oh. Dear. God.

Arousal flowed with his low gravely declaration. Every inch of her body tingled, eager for his touch.
Hello? Modern woman here. The alpha male attitude should not push me into a state of instant desire. It did, though. She didn’t want to consider what that said about her.

“Don’t I get a say in this?”

He clamped his mouth over her neck and nibbled. His teeth scraped her, and a groaned sigh escaped him. He eased back so only his lips brushed her skin.

“Oh yes. You get the final say. I will never take anything from you that you don’t willingly give.” He covered her lower belly with his spread fingers, then inched them higher. At her waistband, he popped the button, tugged the zipper and shoved her jeans down. “And you offered to feed me.”

Warning: For readers 18+ due to the explicit nature of love scenes.

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A little about Nancy…
A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.