Thursday, June 30, 2016

June Rocked for #WolvesofWillowBend

It's hotter than hell in Texas, but for one Willow Bend wolf, she has an entirely different kind of challenge facing her in the icy north...don't miss the highly anticipated installment in the Wolves of Willow Bend as we travel to one of the most secretive packs in the U.S.

Ranae is the youngest of the Buckleys and the only girl amongst three powerful male siblings. Her restlessness and dominant nature affected her every relationship within Willow Bend, not to mention testing the patience of her Alpha. Apprenticeship to the Hunters fed her desire for a purpose. When her Alpha and eldest brother ask her to undertake a mission to the Yukon territory, she’s thrilled at the opportunity to be useful. Clashing with the Alpha was the last thing she expected on the dangerous assignment.

The oldest Alpha in the U.S. packs lives a gray existence. The loss of his mate so many decades before wears away at him until he doesn’t give a damn about anything. The problems of the other packs are not his, and he prefers to be left to his isolation. The arrival of the Chief Enforcer annoys him, but it is the wolf traveling with him who wakes the predator in Diesel. The scent of mate clings to her, but she rejects his overtures and challenges him on every level.

War may be coming for the Yukon, but Diesel’s battle is very personal…

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Wednesday, June 29, 2016

AMBER'S ACE by Taryn Kincaid

AMBER'S ACE, my third Black Hills Wolves story for Decadent Publishing releases July 15, but I'm thrilled as can be that it's up for Pre-Order now!

Like the others, this one's also a stand alone read, but it's one of the opening salvos in the BHW's  brand new "Matchmaker" subseries.

The elder ladies of Los Lobos, the center of the Black Hills Wolves pack, just can't help themselves from meddling in the, ahem, affairs, of some of the fated wolves who haven't yet found each other...or those who have, but don't seem to know it!

The heroine of AMBER'S ACE is Amber Northridge, one of the twin sisters of Brick Northridge (hero of WOLF'S SONG) and Chance Northridge (hero of ANOTHER  CHANCE). She and her twin Garnet  have long been imprisoned by the evil, demented, whackadoodle former alpha of the pack. Now, with the BHW pack thriving again under the new alpha, and building up their town of Los Lobos, the sisters have been rescued! And in the midst of the rescue (the end of ANOTHER CHANCE and the beginning of AMBER'S ACE), we see Amber's attention one-track focused on a baseball game on the TV blaring in the background...

Enter the hero of AMBER'S ACE, Riley Morgan, star pitcher of the New York Kings.  A hotshot MVP, Cy Young Award winner and face of the major league club, Riley's got a hairy little secret...


Riley Morgan, the all-star ace pitcher of the world champion New York Kings, has long hid his secret from his adoring fans and the clamoring metropolitan press. But when Riley is distracted on the mound by a long-distance mate call and the sweet voice from home he couldn't possibly have heard, he suffers a freak, career-ending injury that sends him back to his South Dakota wolf pack to heal.

Stolen from her family along with her twin sister years earlier, Amber Northridge was held prisoner and abused by the crazed former alpha and his henchmen since she was a teen, managing to survive through resourcefulness and wits. Now, at long last the pack has located them and set them free.

Returned home to Los Lobos, Amber recognizes the hunky baseball player she's seen on TV as her mate, but she doubts she can be with any man after all she has suffered.

Can the romantic machinations of Los Lobos' four renowned matchmakers unite the damaged pair?



Something sloshed into the creek from the nearby falls and briefly splashed about before emerging onto an island of rock—beaver or badger out to play and test the cold spring waters, most likely. Amber jerked her head up, gazing through the filmy curtain of spray, and sucked in a sharp breath.

A man.

Not “a man.” The man. The one she’d seen on the flickering TV screen seven months ago on the day of her rescue. The man who’d fallen to the ground in centerfield, writhing in agony. The man she could not forget.
 She rubbed her ring. The amber heated and seemed to glow.

Everything inside her melted.

He seemed blissfully unaware of her, so she gaped her fill. Luna. Such a sinfully handsome naked man, droplets of water glistening like diamonds on his lickable, strokable, sun-kissed skin, his taut muscles bulging and rippling with every movement.

Tendrils of his rich, unique scent wafted across the water, curling around her, into her nose, into her brain, seeping into her body and setting a carnal fire between her legs. Goddess. He smelled delicious—as she’d known he would. She sniffed again. He smelled like summer, like hot sun and freshly mown grass, like the whisper of clean, soothing rain, bringing with it the barest hint of a dangerous thunderstorm. Like Cracker Jacks and cotton candy and roasted peanuts and salted caramel fudge at a state fair…or a baseball game. Not that she’d ever been to either. Still, she could taste him on her tongue, a feast for all her senses.



She wanted to devour him. A tremor ran through her, both excitement and fear. One thing to fantasize about the erotic delights she might share with an imaginary lover, another thing when confronted with a real, living, breathing, flesh-and-blood male. A big, clearly dominant male. When she could hardly bear to touch or be touched, when everything in her readied to flee, how had heated words like “lickable” and “strokable” entered her mind? How had she conjured images of her skimming her hungry lips in delight over his tanned skin, savoring the salty, masculine taste of him?

Amber dipped her hand in her pocket to run her fingers over the features of the small wolf Brick had given her, calling forth its protective powers. Instead, the little stone sculpture fairly buzzed, reflecting her own excitement. Warmth filled her palm. Something hummed and sang within her. She could not be imagining the sizzle of fiery energy coursing through her. Could not be imagining him. The amber ring on her finger lit with an inner fire, radiating light. Her hot blood scorched through her veins.

Her mind told her to run, to leap up and shift and bound away, to escape the solitary confines of the woods invaded by the threat of the strange man.

But her wolf struggled inside her, rebelling and whining at the notion of flight, claws abrading her skin, urging her instead to plunge into the crystal water and twine herself around the man. Amber shook her head and curled her fingers into the grass, willing the motion to ground her to solid earth.

Her wolf howled its displeasure, compelling her to at least remain where she was and watch the naked man—if she refused to run to him, to bask in his proximity and loll in his scrumptious scent. The beast scampered in a confusion of joy and frustration, sensing something nearby that would bring it endless delight and crying in hungry need when she deprived it of the satisfaction it craved.

Amber remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear her gaze from a masculine form as perfect as a sculpture, so beautiful and hunky she wanted to weep.

Well, except for the weird angles of his left hand, the fingers somewhat gnarled and twisted, and the muscles of his thinner left arm not quite as toned and bulging as those of his right.

Water slapped around the wide granite pedestal on which he stood.

As she stared, he went into a windup like the one she’d seen him perform on the TV screen so long ago. He ceased his movement before the throwing action, though, bringing his left arm back to his side with a disgusted shake of his head.Instead, he bent, gathered up a few stones, and skipped them expertly across the creek with his right hand.


His sharp gaze followed the progress of the stones, the splashes they made as they traveled to the other side.

Then he looked up and their gazes met, his eyes locking with hers, his own wintry and dazzling, a mercurial quicksilver freezing her in place like a bee in amber.

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If you haven't read WOLF'S SONG or ANOTHER CHANCE, no worries. (Although I'd love you to, of course!) You won't miss a beat with AMBER'S ACE.

Taryn Kincaid writes hot and sensual paranormal, historical romance and contemporary romance, sometimes spiced with a little humor or a lot of snark. She enjoys pinching and tickling words, and writing stories that'll sweep you away. 

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Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Scorching Highlander Collection for $2.99

Eight full-length novels from the stars of Scottish historical romance! This is a powerhouse collection from reader favorites Glynnis Campbell, Bethany Claire, Tanya Anne Crosby, Julianne MacLean, Margaret Mallory, Suzan Tisdale, Laurin Wittig and Sabrina York. 

Deirdre of Rivenloch, a beautiful Scottish female warrior, has never had trouble turning away men. But when she marries her powerful enemy, Lord Pagan Camelliard, in order to save her sister, she soon finds herself losing the battle over her heart. 

On an archaeological dig in Scotland, Brielle awakens a spell that sends her tumbling 400 years into the past. There she is married to the laird of Conall Castle, who, according to legend, is about to be murdered. Can she prevent the tragic death of the man she loves or has history already decided his fate? 

Scotland’s King David seeks an alliance with the fierce mountain Scot, Aidan dun Scoti. But only one woman will tempt Aidan—the accursed beauty whose father once betrayed his clan … she is also the one woman who may bring the fierce chieftain to his knees. 

Highland scout, Darach MacDonald volunteers to shepherd an heiress back to her home, but spending countless nights on the open road with a lassie as temptingly beautiful as Larena Campbell is enough to drive any hot-blooded Scot mad with savage desire. But Larena is furious with her captors and determined to escape at any cost… 

The Laird of Wedderburn is haunted by the past and set on vengeance. Wed since thirteen to a man who tried to break her spirit, Lady Alison is looking forward to a long widowhood when the fearsome Beast of Wedderburn storms her castle and informs her of their imminent marriage. 

When the handsome Frederick Mackintosh offers to marry Aggie McLaren she is certain ’tis greed or insanity that motivates him. Besides land and a chance at a chiefdom, she believes she has nothing else to offer. She soon learns nothing could be further from the truth. 

Can the mad chief of MacLachlan regain his sanity and the heart of the skittish Healer of Lamont in time to keep his clan, and the woman he cannot live without, safe from her brutal pursuer? 

After the battle of Waterloo, Daniel Sinclair has nothing left but his tarnished honor. As he travels to Dunbeath to collect a dubious inheritance, he meets a vexing boy who makes him question even that. The world is a dangerous place for a woman alone—even when she’s masquerading as a boy—so Fia Lennox decides to become his traveling companion. Whether he likes it or not.



Monday, June 27, 2016

Cerise went to #London, saw #Regency #Osterley Park and brought home a patroness of #Almack's!

Going to England? One of the best homes to see if you are a Regency fan is Osterley Park. Nestled in a rolling estate not far from central London, the house is a gorgeous example of Regency architecture and Georgian furniture.
Caretaker's house inside main gate!
Taking the Tube, you can easily get to the stop in a few minutes. Yes, it is a bit of a walk, perhaps a mile or two from the station, but the terrain is flat. (And the trek works off your eggs and banger for breakfast!) If you'd prefer a taxi, those are readily available on the street.

But as for Mr. Deland and me, we did the walk and were glad we did. This always give us a greater sense of the town, the people, the restaurants and yes, I even spied a black gas meter in the sidewalk, circa. 1880!

Nestled off the main road, the house and the grounds sit away from the bustle of traffic. The gate is lovely, the caretakers cottage, too. And then suddenly you are greeted by the four-legged inhabitants! These shown here are only a few of this working estate. Charolais cattle are the drawing card but the day we were here, they must have been on vacation.

That four-pillared entrance portico you see was designed (and added on to the house) by famed architect Robert Adams. Interesting because it does not cover the entire walkway to the front doors, it adds a Palladian charm and symmetry that makes the house grander than its more humble Tudor origins.

The walk around the pond with the house just in the midst of the trees!
Built by a Tudor financier, the house and grounds over the centuries became dilapidated. They were purchased in mid-18th century by Francis Child, a trader and banker. His intention was to keep the original footprint of the Elizabethan house and improve it with Adams' more contemporary sensibilities. Not only did Adam plan to improve the appearance of the outside of the house, but he redecorated the inside by deciding on each piece of furniture and ornamentation. 

Those who owned the house were a family grown rich from their involvement in the East India Company and afterward in banking. The appointments in the house reflect that interest with a lot of Chinese porcelain of the Ming and Ch'ing dynasties, ivory carvings from India as well the yellow and jades colors well associated with those periods. The Long Gallery, where ladies could take their constitutionals on rainy or snowy days, showcases these family treasures.

Intriguing to see so well preserved is the bed in the State Bed Chamber which is more than 14 feet tall and almost 8 feet wide. Huge and canopied, the massive bed was meant for a visit by King George III who never visited. But the crown atop the carved canopy denotes the hope the monarch might arrive. The lavish appointments of linens and coverlet are lovely works of the period. The bill for this room, the bed and furnishings was so enormous, Robert Child ripped up the paper and never told anyone the final tally!

Up an elaborate green marbled staircase are more bedrooms and a library. Each is preserved in varying degrees with period furniture, draperies and fittings. The library is rather bare, because the contents (original works) were sold for profit and/or given to museums long ago. The music room on the main floor features a piano given to one of the ladies of the house. In the servants hall downstairs I suggest you take your time to look at each and every pot, pan, loooong wooden table, sinks for washing vegetables and a century-old oven. Next to that is the estate manager's office, large and dark and imperious. In all, the house inspires visions of who had walked here, what finery they wore, what dreams they dreamt.

One intriguing story is about the daughter of Robert Child. Sarah Anne wished to marry the 10th Earl of Westmorland, a known gambler and rake. When the man asked her father for her hand, Robert refused on grounds he was not worthy of her. Plus, he feared the man married her for her fortune.  When the earl asked her father, What would you do if you loved a lady and her father refused you?
Robert replied, Why, run away with her, to be sure!

Sarah Sophia Child Villiers
Countess of Jersey
(4 March 1785 – 26 January 1867
And so the young man persuaded the lady to elope with him to Gretna Green in Scotland. Robert was in hot pursuit but to no avail. The marriage was completed. The Westmorland's however lived happily together despite the fact that Robert rewrote his will, disinheriting his daughter and awarding all his fortune to her second child. That child was a girl who became a scion of society and famous patroness of Almacks, the famous 5th Countess of Jersey. As with houses operated by the National Trust, this one must be preserved by careful cooperation with visitors. Pictures inside were a no-no. And so I urge you to go see the house for yourself. And please do take a preview of the house and fabulous furnishings at the website! http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/osterley-park-and-house

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Author Aubree Lane

Aubree Lane

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1954 - Stockton, California

Knowing Uncle Sam is about to come knocking, twenty-one year old Jimmy Franks saves the government the cost of a stamp and preemptively enlists in the Navy. He loads up on stationery and pens, and with a heavy heart, kisses his lovely bride goodbye. Leaving his precious Suzy is the hardest thing he’s ever had to do.

Pregnant and left alone to deal with their feuding families, Suzy Franks is heartbroken when Jimmy ships out for the Mariana Islands. Knowing Guam is considered safe and that she will eventually be able to join him offers her little solace. Suzy's mettle is put to the test. Her husband's letters of love brings comfort, but 15 W. Gibson is a lonely place without him.

Sparks fly when the non-profit One in One-Fifty and Melissa Ellison team up to create mistletoe magic for the town’s Christmas dance. The hanging spheres of kissable kindness kickoff holiday happiness and ornamental optimism, but all is not what it seems. An evil elf lurks in the shadows and conspires to prey on those most vulnerable. Will Melissa find the miracle she needs to protect the ones she’s grown to love and respect?

Wedding day dream or disaster? Dani Ellison has hooked the man of her dreams, but the rough and tumble girl is no match for the groom’s rich and controlling mother. When Aunt Corrine sees the feisty bride accepting defeat, she recounts the day Hurricane Gail blew in, bent on destroying her special day.

Aubree Lane is a true story teller. This award winning author has been writing in one form or another for most of her life and has loved every moment.

Aubree lives in the beautiful foothills of Northern California with her husband, two wonderful sons, and her super special peek-a-poo. When not managing the pooper-scooper, Aubree can be found at one of her favorite vacation spots ranging anywhere from  Lake Tahoe to Maui.

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Saturday, June 25, 2016

Welcome to the Magical Town of EroticaVille, Where No One Showers or Shits by Suz deMello

Welcome to EroticaVille, a magical town where our characters don’t shit, piss or bathe...except when there’s some kinky goings-on involving in-shower BJs, scat play or golden showers.

When I first started writing romance back in the Dark Ages, I read many stories in which the characters enjoyed frenzied fucking but never seemed to get slimy, smelly or sweaty. They never showered, bathed, pooped or peed. Normal bodily functions were ignored except for eating—mealtimes were prime time for characters to relate to each other.

I hated that. Not that I’m squeamish about bodily functions, but ordinarily, the first thing I do post-afterglow is drag myself out of bed to a bathroom for a quick cleanse, even if that’s only a damp washcloth over my crotch. I can skip that if we’ve used a condom, which is always nice as well as safe, as we all know.  Being uninterested, even repelled by bukkake, I firmly believe that come belongs in my mouth or a condom, not in my hair or on my face. Either of those destinations would call for a shower. Immediately. Others may feel differently—more power to them. And I hate to sleep on the wet spot.

Back to my main point—in many novels, characters behave uncharacteristically. Normal body functions are a part of life, and while I believe that a nod should be given to normalcy, the fact is that our characters are not humans, and the world we’ve created is not our world, not even in the grittiest contemporary.

So I was the out-of-step reader. I’d read a lovemaking scene and then think, “Don’t these people ever wash? Disgusting.” Now I understand the reason writers don’t include every little thing that characters do.

Every scene in every story should perform one of these four functions:

·         Advance plot
·         Reveal or develop character
·         Complicate or resolve conflict
·         Express setting, mood, theme

Nothing belongs in your book that doesn’t do one or more of the above four, not even the tiniest comma.

And that’s the reason most writers don’t show their characters brushing their hair, tying their shoelaces or taking a dump (unless their Dom tells them to, which is quite another matter).

Here’s a snippet from my writing manual, ABOUT WRITING:

Everything in your manuscript should have a function, even every comma or em-dash. And this is the reason the special world we create in our stories is so different from our ordinary world. Much happens in our day-to-day existence isn’t particularly relevant to the story of our lives, that is, the accomplishment of our dreams and goals.

Let’s say that we’re thinking of having our protagonist, who has as his goal great wealth, stop at a Chipotle restaurant for a burrito. Eating that burrito doesn’t help accomplish that goal. But it’s a common act, one that occurs often. Lunch is a part of our lives, but we wouldn’t put it in a book about a protagonist on a quest to amass loads of money unless something occurred at that Chipotle that fulfills one or two of the above purposes.

Perhaps the protagonist meets someone there who is a mentor, ally or adversary; he could eat lunch with his hippie mom, who vehemently expresses her dismay over his life choices.

Maybe he heroically stops an armed robbery from taking place, garnering publicity that helps him on his way—even though he gives up the chance to close the biggest deal of his life, a sacrifice that would make his eventual triumph all the more poignant. And the event shows character, that this guy is more than a soulless money-making machine.

If he’s just eating lunch, his burrito probably doesn’t belong in your book. The scene might show a tiny bit about your character, but that’s not enough to justify an entire scene. A short phrase (He devoured a burrito at Chipotle before heading back to the stock exchange—where he hoped to complete the biggest deal of his life) is all that’s necessary.

But when I first started reading romance, which was long after I’d started having sex, I found it odd that no heroine got out of bed to tidy herself up. She didn’t even reach over for a tissue to grab that glop before it fell out of her and created the (shudder) dreaded wet spot.

Perhaps this was because of my own peculiar emotional conformation. While in the bathroom, I’d ruminate about what had just happened and how the lovemaking affected my feelings about my partner. In a calmer relationship, as during most of my marriage, I might get up but maybe not, and I wouldn’t think about anything. Scenes of that nature shouldn’t appear in books because they don’t fulfill any of the legitimate purposes of a scene.

People bathe in my medieval!
But in a romance, post-coitus is a prime time for the characters to indulge in a little introspection, or if they’re feeling chatty, it’s a great opportunity for your characters to relate to each other.  The sex itself should certainly advance the plot—if not, why’s it there? After, a little sweet talk is a nice sequel to the sex scene—or maybe the conversation goes awry and conflict is revealed or advanced.

I love to write historicals, and part of the reason is that I love to learn about how people used to live. The clothes they wore. The foods they ate. And yes, how they disposed of their feces. Most people think that a garderobe was some kind of medieval wardrobe. Nope—it was the castle’s shitter, usually just a bench with a hole. It most often led to the moat which, as you can imagine, was not the most charming spot in our hero’s demesne.
My passion for realism often leads me to write scenes in which the formerly virginal heroine washes off the brownish streaks that her first lovemaking left on her thighs while (you guessed it!) thinking about what just happened and how it affected her and the relationship. I also write characters who wake up with morning breath, children who have to use the garderobe and yes, my characters shower often.

After all, the shower is a great place to fuck.

Friday, June 24, 2016

Did you say dragons? @kayelleallen #scifi #dragons #kindleunlimited

Pietas takes dragons, adds his twin sister Dessy and no matter how he does the math, it equals trouble. After a literal lifetime away, his sister is back and as usual, brings chaos into the mix.

Did you say dragons?

The nameless, empathic bond between him and his twin drew Pietas, and he caressed Dessy's cheek with the back of his fingers. "Dess, have you--" He yanked back his hand, biting off the words. "Never mind."
"It's all right. Go ahead. Ask me."
He held her gaze, reading the depth of her knowledge with the innate connection their bond afforded him. "Have you-- No." He turned away. "Never mind. It wasn't important. Forget I said anything."
The single word stopped him cold. He faced her, chin lifted. "What?"
"You heard me. Dragons. That's what you wanted to ask, isn't it? If I've been dreaming about dragons." She unzipped her leathers down to her rounded bosom, and pulled out a fine chain dangling a dragon charm. "In the dreams, yours are teal and silver. Mine are ruby and gold."
He returned to her, and took the pendant in hand. The golden creature sparkled, its eyes glistening as if wet with blood. "Beautiful." He rubbed a thumb over it, and the dragon warmed to his touch. He smiled into Dessy's pale eyes. "How often do you dream them?"
"Every night. Tas, what does it mean?"
At hearing her childhood name for him, he dropped the pendant. "Dragons are primal protectors. They symbolize defeat of the beast within and show selfless courage."
She tucked the chain back inside her top. "How do you know that?"
"How do you not?"
She called him a rude name, and shoved him.
It broke the tension, and he laughed. "Come on, Sis. Let's do what you came to do and be done with it. I'm busy."
"Fine, you big spoilsport. You never let me have any fun."
"Father wouldn't approve if I did."
"And we all know how much you want Father's approval."
One thousand nine hundred and sixteen years old, and the truth behind her teasing still stung. Pietas spun away from her and crossed the room.

Read Bringer of Chaos by Kayelle Allen

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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Thursday, June 23, 2016

Mother's Day Magic…With Love

It's Spring and Mother's Day will be her soon, May 14th. There is a long history of celebrating spring and mothers. The ancient Greeks held spring festivals to honor the maternal goddess Rhea. She was Cronus' wife and the mother of many deities. Not to be out done by the Greeks, the ancient Romans celebrated a three-day Spring festival called, Hilaria, to honor the mother goddess Cybele. 
And speaking of mothers, Mother's Day Magic is a collection of a dozen previously unpublished romance and literary fiction novelettes celebrating mothers. In my story, I Love You More,  I drew on my own experiences as a single mother. I think most moms, especially single moms, can relate to it. There are a lot of families that are headed by women, sometimes just one mom and her child, but they are still families in every sense of what a family means. I wanted to acknowledge these strong, loving single moms and the wonderful children they are raising or have raised. They’re doing a great job. 

Here are the blurbs for the novelettes in Mother's Day Magic…With Love.

Felt by the Heart by Angela Ford 
Rachel Winters's fiftieth birthday approached the forever she'd found with Ryan ended with heartache. And for her daughter, the second chance of having a dad. Will Rachel find the strength to rebuild her life and her daughter's?

I Love You More by Cornelia Amiri (
On turning sixty, Garland recalls memories of her life's journey from an abusive childhood to a bad marriage to the ups and downs of a single mom. She is rewarded with a magical mother's day with her loving family.

Two Hearts Unspoken by Tamara Ferguson 
Retired air force captain and wounded warrior, Zach Logan, discovers that his scars are more than skin deep, when he falls in love with Beth Bowen; the lovely single mother of an autistic son.

December Roses by Daisy Banks 
A present day gift of flowers sets off delightful memories for Jean. The recollections of the day love first bloomed, and trust overcoming a frightening challenge, are carved deep into her heart. 

Maddie's Project by Anna Celeste Burke 
Laura's mother, Maddie, led a life bursting at the seams, filled with family and a million projects. May changed everything. More than a decade later, Laura reflects on Maddie's biggest project, and how it changed all their lives.

Vision of the Heart by Mary Crawford 
Facing the vision loss caused by macular degeneration is hard enough, but it's causing Julia Concord to question everything she knows about herself as a wife, mother, and nurse. Can she handle a reunion when she's a shadow of the person she once was?

An English Rose by Allyson R. Abbott 
A compelling and humorous insight of past years and present dilemma's as Rose reflects on her usefulness in later life. Just as she acknowledges and accepts her sell-by-date is approaching, life suddenly becomes interesting again, in more ways than one.

The Art of Forgiveness by Tamara Philip 
The story of one woman's journey to find out the truth surrounding her adoption decades earlier. Amidst the tragedy of the past, she finds connections to her complicated history and a gentle reminder about the transcendent power of forgiveness and time.

The Illusion of Happiness by Neva Squires Rodriquez
Divorced and having lived under the illusion of happiness for over thirty years, Graciela struggles to find her strength. With her fiftieth birthday and Mother's Day weekend approaching, a surprise visit helps put things into prospective for her.

The Day before Eclosion by Adrienne Ruvalcaba
Sharon's only daughter, Gracie, is ready to move out on her own. What should be an exciting transition is complicated by Gracie's disability. Can Sharon learn to accept Gracie's need for autonomy before irreparable damage is done to their relationship?

The Light We Found by Q.D. Purdu 
Calla has survived divorce and developed her first newly-single crush on Ben, the special guy in her triple-two-step class. Life is rocking until her ex confesses a long-hidden betrayal, and Ben reveals the most hurtful secret of all.

Forever Sunshine by Cary Allen Stone & Tyler Hosea 
A letter containing the last request of their mother was handed to the son and daughter at the funeral service. They were told to read the letter at her gravesite on the year anniversary of her passing. 

Some fun Mother Day Facts:
In Yugoslavia, on Mother’s Day, the kids tie their mother up and won't set her free until she gives her children treats. I don't think that custom would go over well with most American mothers. But in France, on the National Day of Mothers, moms get a treat, a cake in the shape of a bouquet of flowers. And, in Italy they celebrate Mother's Day with a family feast and give their moms a heart shaped cake. That sounds yummy. 
We celebrate Mother's Day in the US on May 14th, so start thinking about the gift you're getting for your mom. Also, to all the Mother's reading this, I hope that on Sunday, May 14th, you have the Best Mother's Day ever!