Saturday, November 18, 2017


November is a lot of things to me. My son, aka Chef Son, was born November 15. He's now 27! I honestly don't know where the time has gone. My brother's birthday is on the 16th and I totally forgot to send him a card :( Meat Man's birthday is on the 25th, he'll be 53 and my brother and his wife will have their 27th Wedding anniversary on the 25th too. I mustn't forget to send them a card! So it's a busy month. 

The other thing about November for me is darkness. I seem to assign color to each month and for me November is grey and dreary. The approaching of winter and the darker months.
A couple of moody but still pretty pics I took on the drive to Northern Ontario a few weeks ago when we visited Meat Man's daughter up in New Liskeard. Very close to the Quebec border.

And for the first time I'm actually taking part in Nano. Are you doing it? I'm about 10k in to a new book, and I know I won't reach the goal, but that's okay. Even with nano, I still believe everyone goes at their own pace and shouldn't feel pressure. But that's just me :) 

This month Diamond Men have been released on a steady schedule. It is the German translation of Working Girl. I am sitting on some news that I hope I can share next month. Which will be December of course. December's colours are sparkly white and red but with an overall back ground of black. Weird huh.

Another big thing is on Wednesday Chef Son is heading west. He's going out to work at Chateau Fairmont Whistler. So my baby will be gone. I'm hoping to visit him over Christmas. So you see, this November has been just crazy!

Big news! Is anyone here in the UK? I'm heading over to RARE18 in February. I'll be signing at the After Dark Party. I'm so thrilled to be part of the RARE family now! Let me know if you're in the UK
Remember to head on over to my website for all my book links and sign up for my newsletter to get a free download of Hot Fusion! www.shanagray.com 

Oh, and did you wonder why I titled this post Mo-Vember? Is your man growing his moustache? Mo-Vember is mens' health awareness month, especially for his nether bits!

Friday, November 17, 2017

It's National Novel Writing Month!

November has a special significance for me and several authors--it's NaNoWriMo! Participants pledge to write a 50,000 word novel during thirty days.

I've participated in NaNoWriMo for many years now. Sometimes I'll work on the traditional 50k novel. Other times, I'll tweak it for a plan that works for my current projects, such as writing two novellas during that time.

On a non-Nano day, I might try to reach a 500 or 1,000 daily word count. During Nano, that jumps to 1,667 words a day if I want to finish in time. Quite a difference! Other things are neglected during this time. My house is a bit messier and I don't work out as often as I chase reaching my word count goals, but I love having the focus. It's only thirty days, and at the end, I will have something to work with. It will be far from a perfect draft, but it will be a finished first draft.

If you're participating, good luck! I might need some luck myself. :D

In writing news, I'd like to share a boxed set featuring characters I love in a setting that I wish were real. There's a series trailer below, as well. I love the music!


Dark Attraction boxed set

A sculptor with a haunted past,

A musician with a shadowy secret,

No one can survive the darkness alone…

Escape into the world of the Chateau, a prestigious art colony that attracts more than simply poets, musicians, and artists. As a haven for vampires, gargoyles, and wolf shifters to practice their crafts, the Chateau has a concealed history.

One of dark secrets and shattered dreams…

Join the fans who have discovered a world unlike any other in Lisa Carlisle’s series The Chateau Seductions! Chalk full of fiery, forbidden romance and irresistible, misunderstood heroes, this three-book boxset will captivate fans of paranormal romance and lovers of all things gothic!


DARKNESS RISING (Book 0.5 Chateau Seductions)

Antoine Chevalier, a gargoyle shifter, wants nothing more than to cultivate his art, but when tragedy strikes, it destroys his dreams of being a world-renowned sculptor. Only one question remains—

How will he ever survive an eternity of darkness alone?

DARK VELVET (Book 1 of Chateau Seductions)

Ready for a respite from her hectic city life, grad student Savannah Evans is thrilled to be accepted into a prestigious art colony like the Chateau. But when she meets her sponsor, a mysterious French sculptor, her expectations for carefree days writing poetry near the ocean are distracted by unprofessional fantasies about her sensual benefactor.

Touched by her poetic words, Antoine Chevalier offers Savannah Evans a residency at the Chateau. But when a physical attraction grows between them after her arrival, Antoine struggles with his feelings.

After all, Savannah deserves more than someone of his kind….

But, when danger arrives on the island, choices must be made.

The wrong decision could be fatal.

DARK MUSE- (Book 2 of Chateau Seductions)

Shy and often misunderstood, Gina Meiro hasn’t had to worry much about meeting new people at the Chateau, at least not until a new resident arrives–a rock guitarist more suited for a billboard. But when she stumbles right into his welcome gathering, Gina has a feeling her carefree days of painting at the medieval-styled castle are over…

After a falling out with his band, Dante Riani wants nothing more than solitude to work on new songs. But when a shy young painter asks to paint him at sunset, he’s tempted by the opportunity.

He must keep his distance, but something about her is too difficult to resist.

And a threat might unveil his dark secret…



Dark Velvet

“Looking for a sexy vampire novel? If so, then this is definitely a must buy!”

“…insanely hot chemistry between the female protagonist Savannah & vampire Antoine. Their intensity starts off right away and you’re not a chapter in before it takes off like a rocket.” ~ Paranormal Romance Junkies

“While it is a story about struggle, it is also about love; and doing whatever needs to be done to be with the one you are attracted to. I really enjoyed the dynamic between Gina and Dante. This story has the perfect amount of witty banter, sex, and romance.” ~ Books and Beyond Fifty Shades

Dark Muse

“Gina and Dante had chemistry galore! I liked that we get to be there for their first entertaining meeting and then watch their flirty attraction take off. It’s a fast-paced tale and their relationship goes from sweet to very hot quickly! Dark Muse is not just a romantic tale. In addition to Gina’s and Dante’s love story, the island, itself, is not without danger.” ~ Reading Between the Wines

“A wonderful continuation of the Chateau Seduction Series. Involves the previous characters, but definitely a stand alone book as well. I love the new (to me) aspect of the paranormal. I often find hot sex scenes are put in merely to enhance the scene, but in these books the romance and sex intertwine and fit perfectly into the story.” ~ Long and Short Reviews


Thursday, November 16, 2017

A Thanksgiving interlude from Never Too Old For the Game of Love by Fiona McGier

Ah, Thanksgiving, the feast of over-eating. Now that my kids are all grown, it's their favorite holiday, and not just for the melange of tasty food. They like getting together with relatives without the pressure of gifts omnipresent at Christmas. I taught them all that everyone brings something to the party. Even the youngest of tots from our house, would make "smash and squeeze" cookies, where they smooshed all of the ingredients together with their hands, then "helped" as I rolled the dough into balls; they rolled the balls in sugar, and we baked cookies. As they walked into the hosting house, they'd proudly carry a plate filled with cookies, and tell everyone, "I helped make dessert!"

In Never Too Old For the Game of Love, Tegan, a divorced mother of 2 pre-teens, started an event-planning company with her best friend Patti, who contributes her culinary expertise to their joint venture. In planning a birthday party for the client of a neighbor's brother, she is unnerved to feel herself attracted to him...and the feeling is mutual. They begin an affair, meeting only one weekend a month, when her ex-husband has the kids. Despite their enjoyment of each other for a few months, both of them are busily denying that it is anything more than a physical relationship. But is it? On Thanksgiving, Alexander is invited to his brother and sister-in-law's house, since they offered to let abuela Reyes off the hook, so she only has to make the tamales, and not the whole dinner.

     With his usual punctuality, just before three on Thursday, Alexander slowly drove down the street that his brother’s family lived on… and just incidentally, also the woman of his wet dreams. He knew she lived only a couple of houses away from Edgar and Juanita, but had no idea which house was hers, so he drove slowly in order to look for a sign of where she lived. When he recognized the car in the driveway, he felt his heart skip a beat and he slowed down even further and made the split second decision to park right in front of her house.
     “After all,” he reasoned, “my elderly parents have to park in Edgar’s driveway, and Julia has all of those kids. Roberto will be taking the train out here, but I should park out on the street.”
     He slowly got out of his car and spent some time looking around the neighborhood, as if he hadn’t been there so many times before. But he hadn’t… at least not since he had begun an affair with the woman who lived in the house he had parked in front of. He hoped for a glimpse of her, but was disappointed that she didn’t appear to be home. So he slowly walked over to Edgar’s house and let himself in through the open front door. Immediately he was assailed by his nieces and nephews, and he felt his tension relax, as he became Tío Alejandro once again.
     Tegan looked out of her front window when she heard the car pull up, thinking it was John and wondering why he didn’t just park in the driveway, since he knew she wouldn’t be needing her car to get where they were eating. Patti only lived a block away. She saw the car and almost stopped breathing. When Alexander got out and looked around, she shrank behind her drapes, praying he didn’t see her looking at him through the window. She watched his every move, when he began to walk towards Juanita’s house, breathless from the excitement of seeing how confidently he carried himself, as if the whole world owed him everything and he just might deign to accept it.
      “He’s so gorgeous, and he’s mine!” she thought, then she corrected herself with the reminder that theirs was merely a physical relationship, based on one weekend a month of world-rocking sex… no more, no less. And they’d had only had three weekends together. Certainly nothing to indicate she had any claim on him other than they had the hots for each other, in a big way.
      She saw John’s car pull up and park in the driveway, and she hurried back into the kitchen in order to finish up the relish dip that Patti had given her the recipe for and requested she bring. The deal between them was Patti did all of the cooking, and she supplied the drinks. Then they figured out how to equally divide the cost, and she paid accordingly. But if Patti found a recipe that didn’t appear to be too difficult for her best friend to attempt, she gave her a copy of it, and they both acted as if it was a huge surprise she was bringing anything at all to the dinner.
     John rang the doorbell, and she heard the thunder of feet as their children raced to be the one to open the door for their dad. They were both excited and pleased he was coming to dinner with them, though Katie had watched Tegan closely when she was told he’d be there, for any reaction from her mom. Tegan, for her part, was determined to stay neutral for the day, in order for there to not be any awkwardness or unpleasantness. The added tension of knowing Alexander was comfortably ensconced only two houses away from her, made her hyper-aware of herself and she was glad she had bought an extra bottle of the white wine, gewürztraminer, that they all enjoyed with turkey every year.
     “At this point, I’ll probably drink one whole bottle myself,” she thought, before she had to go through the motions of being polite to her ex-husband in front of their children. They collected all they were expected to bring along to Patti’s house, and headed for the driveway. Tegan locked up the house and they walked together, as they had done for many years, down the block to her best friend’s house for their traditional family celebration.
     “Just like old times, huh?” asked John, while the kids walked ahead of them, excited about being together as a family again.
     Tegan made a face at him, saying, “Yeah, but with one subtle difference. You’re not going to be coming back to the house with us afterwards. Remember that.”
     John looked wounded, “But it’s still nice, isn’t it? Being together again, even if just for a short time?”
     Tegan regarded him with distaste for a quick moment, before catching sight of Katie looking back at them, “Just don’t get too comfortable ‘in the moment.’ I’m only being polite to you for their sakes. Stay away from me once I start drinking, or I may say something we’ll both regret.”
     John started to say something, but Tegan hurried to catch up with their kids and the moment was lost.
     Alexander felt like he was choking on his own jealousy. He watched through the window next to the chair that he had seated himself on, as Tegan walked along in front of the house he was in and didn’t even look to see if he was there. She must know he was… his car was right in front of her house! And just who the hell was that man who was walking right beside her, as if he belonged there? The only man who belonged next to her was him. He felt his hand clenching around the beer he held, and forced himself to relax before he broke the bottle in his fist.
     Edgar noticed he was looking out of the window and yelled to his wife, “Hey, there’s John, going to dinner at Patti’s with Tegan and the kids. Will miracles never cease?”
     Juanita stepped into the living room and took a quick look out the window, saying, “I’ll have to call her tomorrow and ask what kind of blackmail he used on her to get her to let him go with her to the dinner.”
     “Blackmail?” Alexander forgot he was trying to appear nonchalant, and asked in spite of himself.
     Edgar laughed. “Yeah, they got divorced a couple of years ago. Too bad, they were a nice couple. They look really good together, though, don’t they? And they made a couple of nice-looking kids. Rosa baby-sits for them sometimes and Katie sometimes helps Rosa with our kids, when we leave her alone with all of them.”
     Juanita poked her head back into the room, saying, “I think you should be opening the wine now, Edgar; I’m going to be taking the turkey out of the oven, and you need to be there to be sure it’s done.”
     Edgar and Juanita went back into the kitchen together, and Alexander continued to watch Tegan’s adorable butt as she walked with her family to the corner. Then they turned to cross the street and passed out of his line of vision.
     He spent the rest of the day in a jealous fit, trying not to let it affect how he interacted with his family, but thinking only of the fact that there was another man with Tegan, with his woman, spending the day relaxing with their kids… the kids they had to have had sex with each other to create. He knew she would never have allowed him to spend the day with her, since he was not allowed to be near her kids. He was good enough for her to strip naked with and scream herself hoarse with, but not for her to offer to share any other part of her life with.
     He should have stopped himself from drinking the moment he realized he was brooding about this jealousy of his, but he didn’t. His youngest brother, Roberto, was the one to realize what was happening to him, what he was doing to himself, though Roberto didn’t understand why. So when he got obnoxious after dinner, Roberto took him outside and sat with him on the porch, while he silently brooded. Then he brought his oldest brother coffee until he sobered up enough to be able to talk again.
     “I’ve fallen in love with a woman who only wants me for sex, once a month,” he told Roberto. Then he stopped short, realizing what he had just said out loud, and realizing for the first time, he had drunk way too much before and during dinner and he was going to catch hell from his madre for this day.
     He was not surprised when Roberto looked truly puzzled at him, saying, “But I thought you only chase women for that one thing: to have sex with them. Then, when they are no longer a challenge to you, you drop them like a hot potato. Why is this one any different?”
     “Why, indeed?” he asked himself, through his drunken fog. Then he had a blinding flash of insight into his own personality, and he was struck dumb by the revelation. He wanted her because she wouldn’t let him have anymore than she was willing to give him. If she told him she loved him, he’d probably get bored with her, as had happened so many times before now. But she had established the limits, and like the alpha-male he was, he was chafing under the restrictions that kept him from claiming her as his own, in front of everyone.
But what would that accomplish? Would he be able to step up and accept being a permanent part of her life, or would he start looking around for another challenge?   
      Alexander wasn’t sure what he felt about himself, but he was pretty sure disgust was part of it. One thing was certain: he wanted Tegan with a desire bordering on obsession. But was he up for the challenge of becoming an integral part of her life, or was he just over-reacting to the line in the sand she had drawn, letting him have only so much of her and not a smidgeon more? He groaned as he put his head into his hands. He had no idea what the answer was, nor did he have any idea how to find out. And the fact he was a forty-two year old man, who had behaved abominably at a family dinner because he was having a midlife crisis over a woman, was unbearably embarrassing.
      For her part, Tegan didn’t enjoy Thanksgiving, either. The knowledge that Alexander was two houses away from her house, but she couldn’t see him or talk to him, drove her crazy. Once she got to Patti’s house and opened the wine, she kept at it until both bottles were gone; then she went into Patti’s private stock and opened one of those bottles as well. She was rude to John and brusque to the children. She was totally out of control, and only Patti had any idea why she was acting like that, and even she was unable to stop what appeared to be inevitable.
     In the middle of an argument with John, when it appeared she was about to blurt out why he had left her, Patti hustled her into the next room and pushed Tegan onto her bed. “I don’t know what’s with you tonight, girl, but you need to pass out before you say things you don’t want the kids to hear!”
      At that, Tegan started to cry, telling Patti she was terrified she might be falling in love with a man who only wanted her for monthly sex. Patti had to push her fist into her mouth in order not to laugh at her drunken friend. She herself would have given her left boob for a man who wanted her for sex… even if that was all he ever offered! A simple, uncomplicated relationship. What a pleasant change from what they had both been through. But she acted like a loyal friend, and calmed Tegan down, made her drink a couple of big glasses of water, then tucked her into her own bed and turned out the light. Before she even closed the door, Tegan was snoring.
      Patti went back into the kitchen to do the dishes and watch John keep the kids amused with a tournament of video games. He offered to stay the night at his old house with his kids, but Patti knew Tegan wouldn’t approve, so she hustled him out the door and told him to go home, after the girls yawned themselves into going to bed and the boys showed signs of being too tired to keep on playing.
      She poured herself a large glass of wine from her secret stock Tegan had broken into, and watched the moon travel across the sky while toasting the errant night spirits who had bewitched her friend. She prayed to the good ones to kick some sense into her head in the morning. Eventually, she fell asleep on the couch in her own living room, amused by their rendition of a family celebration, and inordinately grateful her own ex-husband had had the good taste not to appear at her door.
Want to read how things turn out? Never Too Old For the Game of Love is the first of six books so far, about the romances experienced by the Reyes family.  The second book, Recipe For Love is about Patti's romance with a Roma biker. The fourth book in the series, Prescription For Love, is a free download. It was originally published on Smashwords, my only attempt at self-publishing. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/18367

For more information on any of my books, visit my website, which I promise to update soon! I'll have five days off both jobs beginning next Wednesday. Yes, I will have two of my kids staying here, along with my first grandbaby who is now four months old. And there is gift-shopping to continue...but I plan to tend to my long-neglected book business also. What I really want for Christmas is a way to extend my day...maybe an extra two or three hours per day? Time for me to write? Or a way to give up sleep and still keep going. Please, Santa?

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Heart Unheard - The Heart Always Knows

Heart Unheard, releasing November 17, is the second story in the Hearts Entwined series, the first was heart Unseen.  I love these stories.  They touch my heart in a deep and very special way.  Writing them is almost pure joy.  I hope Scott and Brent touch your heart as well!

The attraction between Brent Berkheimer and Scott Spearman peels the wallpaper, but Brent is Scott’s boss, and they’re both too professional to go beyond flirting. Their priorities realign after Scott is badly injured in an accident that costs him his hearing, and Brent realizes what is truly important… he wants Scott.

Scott pushes Brent away at first, fearing a new romance will just add to his problems, but perhaps he will find unexpected strength and solace in Brent’s support as he struggles to communicate with the world in a new way.

Just as they decide the chance of a happy future together is worth the risk, Scott and Brent discover darker challenges in their way—including evidence that the “accident” Scott suffered may not have been so accidental.

Purchase an advance copy! 

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

The Lady Train Coming in January

Excerpt The Lady Train:

The next morning Cully was up early scouting ahead. He tested the next watering hole, checked for any activity in the area, signs of Indians or anything suspicious, then returned to the train. So far everything was going smoothly, but as they moved toward Ft. Kearney, he began to plot his country. He didn't want to take them through the deserts of Salt Lake, he feared too many complications, no, he'd turn off the Oregon Trail when he reached Ft. Hall. He made that decision himself.
When he returned, Abby had breakfast ready. The fat back and pancakes looked great and the coffee smelled wonderful.
She poured him a cup. "Well, how does it look up ahead?" She asked, as he settled against the chuck wagon to eat.
"It's a smooth ride right now, but not for long. A few days we'll be getting into rougher territory. Lots of wagons come through here every year and it makes it easier except in spots. I'm testing the water supply every day."
"Oh, why?" She asked innocently.
He stared into those dark, expressive eyes. "Cholera. You see, when people dump their waste too close to the rivers, it creates bad water and that means Cholera. With so many  people moving west, that can be dangerous for any train. I like to avoid it as much as I can. So, if you could tell the women not to dumb their waste in the river, that would be appreciated."
"I will, of course. I had no idea."
He stared at her long and hard. "I don't think you have any idea what you are getting yourself into, either."
"What do you mean by that?" She huffed.
"I mean, a wagon train full of women going to marry men, site unseen, in a gold field of all places."
She firmed her lips, her agitation showing in the way her worry wrinkle creased her forehead. "Mr. Cully. I don't tell you how to run a wagon train, don't tell me who to marry."
He nodded, "Fine, can't say you haven't been warned, though."
"Warned of what?" She snapped, no longer hiding her anger.
"I don't know what you think you are getting into, but those men, in the gold fields are basically all the same. They live hard and die hard. They dig for gold, if they are lucky they might find a chunk, then they go play poker half the night and get drunk. When they go home they are as broke as the morning they woke up to. That's what I mean. I don't know what you expect, but it won't be no lace curtains and gold rings. They are dirty, drunks, and no as much about ladies as I do."
"I’m glad you added yourself in that group, because when I found you, you were nursing a huge hangover yourself. Which makes you no better. So how can you possibly judge them?"
"For one, I'm not looking for a wife." He said and walked off.
He'd been a bit blunt with her, but someone had to wake her up before it was too late. She was much too fine a woman to settle for something like he just described.
Anger spurred her, "Now that we have your opinions out of the way, can you tell me how it looks up fornt?"
He stopped in his tracks and went right up to her, close, so close he could smell the faint dropping of perfume. She was a handful of woman and he immediately backed off a bit. Gritting his teeth he looked down into her confused face. "Right now, there's plenty of water, plenty of animals for hunting, and smooth ride but that will change. I want to set up a shooting range for you women. See what you can do."
"When?" She looked surprised.
"Why?" she asked. "Are you expecting trouble?" Her voice held shock.
"A good wagon master always expects trouble. I just want to be ready, in case."
He stared at her, and he hated what looking at her did to him, because he realized the first day out that she was one fine looking young woman. He liked her spirit, he liked how she stood up to him. He liked her and that hadn't happened often with a real lady, he noted. The day she had come to ask his assistance, he hadn't been sober enough to get a good look, but now that he had, he realized she was a mighty temptation. She had the body of a woman, the face of an angel, and even her soft voice did something to his libido. Something he didn't want to go into. He had to put all that asie, he had a job to do.
She was a mail-order bride, he had to remember that.
"We'll be getting into Indian country before too long and I want to know what you all can do. I might want to employ a few more men when we get to Ft. Kearney?"
"Are the Indians hostile now?"
"There's been talk about it, yes. I won't know how bad the situation is until we are closer. Luckily there are forts scattered all along the way and that's good, but we could get caught in between too, I want us to be ready, if we do. Sometimes, they like to make an example out of a wagon train for the soldiers."
"I see. You aren't trying to scare me, are you Cully?" She stared at him now not backing away.
He wondered what she thought of him, he couldn't tell for sure. "Just making you aware of the dangers, is all. You seem to speak for all the women, you should know the dangers."
"No matter what you think of us, we aren't a bunch of helpless females. All of us have discussed the dangers of this trip. We come from hearty farms and ranches, we've worked hard all our lives. Digging in dirt that wouldn’t grow a potato let alone anything else. We hitch our own horses, see to the water, fix the meals, and walk when we have to."
"I'm sure you do."
"But you don't think we can shoot, do you?"
"I hesitate to think…."
She pulled out a revolver and shot a small limb off a tree.
He stood there with his mouth open. "Well, that's one out of fifty-seven women."
He could see the anger building on her face and how she paced the space between them. Better to keep her angry, than whimpering, he decided.
"Okay, I didn't level with you on how many there were, I'm sorry." She confessed, putting the revolver down on the chuck wagon makeshift table. "I apologize for that. And I get the distinct impression that you think we are all gold-diggers, is that correct?"
He eyed her now, trying to figure her out. Why would a beautiful young woman want to go to such a place for a husband? Money was the only answer he had.
"Have you all thought this through. I mean….do you know what you are getting into?"
"Does anyone know that for sure, Cully?" She asked meeting his gaze.
"Just trying to gauge why attractive, hard working women would want to jump into a lion's den."
"The gold fields, you mean?"
"That's part of it, yes."
She lifted her head, as though she knew this conversation would come. "Most of us have worked bone hard for our parent's farms and ranches, all our lives. Given no opportunity to find our own lives. Some of us were forced into engagements that only furthered that ambition. We wanted to pick and choose. And we will at the gold fields."
"And have you all picked?"
"No, we'll do that when we get there."
"Then you haven't chosen your husbands yet either."
"Then, what makes you think these men want wives? What makes you so sure you'll find a man that suits?"
Her expression changed, as though the question hadn't dawned on her. "You said yourself, we're handsome women, why wouldn't they want us? Besides, we have it on good authority that these men are anxious to meet us. According to the contract we signed, the men want women, and the contract reads, a marriage must take place first. I'm of the opinion we can pick who we like, but if not, then we either marry them or leave the way we came. It doesn't matter the outcome, we will all stay in California no matter what."
" You gonna dig for gold yourself?"
"If need be!" When she fumed, he almost laughed.
"Look," he came too close, but he wouldn't move away either. "These men, the ones in the gold field are either men who have chased dreams all their lives and are on their last leg, or their young dreamers who think they've found the rainbow. Granted, they work hard, and love hard, but they are dreamers. Most of them won't ever see a chunk of gold. And if they do, they'll lose it before they ever come home to the little wife, I can tell you that much. I've seen it for myself."
"You've no right to judge people you don't even know!" She stood almost nose to nose with him now.
He saw her breasts rise and fall rapidly, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was beautiful when she was angry.
Seeing what drew his interest, she backed away. "Mr. Cully."
"So," He edged closer, "Is that all you didn't level with me about?"
Slightly intimidated by his closeness she backed up a step. "Yes…I mean…. well…there is one other thing, I suppose I should mention."
He stood very close to her now, "And what might that be Miss Abigail?"
"We have a pregnant woman among us…." She made a slight face.
"Pregnant?" His brows went up in a huge frown.
"She didn't know she was, until we were on our way. She'd signed the agreement, there was no way we could leave her."
Cully couldn't help himself.  "God Almighty?"
"We'll take care of her."
"You sure as hell will." He frowned at her now. Then he walked off. Opening and closing his fists at a mighty pace.
He ran into Johnnie and pulled him aside. Johnnie looked a bit miffed. "Something wrong, boss?"
"Did you know there was a pregnant woman with this train?"
Johnnie stared long and hard then nodded.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Cully scoffed.
"I figured Miss Abigail told you."
"Well…. she didn't, until now." He fumed. He glanced at Johnnie who was a bit cowed down now. "From now on, no more secrets between us. I need someone I can trust to tell me everything. It's the only way we can get there without too much trouble. Understand?" He stared at him hard. "I need to know I can rely on you for the truth and anything else that comes up."
"Yes sir." Johnnie nodded. "I had to size you up boss…."
"Well, have you sized me up, then?"
He studied him closely. "Yeah, I think I have. Despite your rough ways, you got the safety of all these women in mind. I like that about you. So, from now on, no more secrets."
"Sorry I yelled at you." Cully apologized, he needed a good repore with his men. "But I need men that I can trust and depend on. That means the three of you men. We're going to have some rough times, hard times, especially with nothing but women on this train. I've always gotten through, and this time will be no different. Now, you are either with me, or get out now."
"I'm with you." Johnnie straightened up. "I honestly thought she told you everything."
"Is there more?"
"The doctor is a drunk, was thrown out of town. The last wagon master thought we could use a man that knew medicine."
"Great. Glad you told me. And he was probably right about that. Cholera is prevalent on these trails. So is the pox and a dozen other medical problems. Accidents happen, and of course the pregnant lady will need him. One thing though, I'm putting you in charge of seeing he doesn't get drunk on this trail. I can't use a drunk with all these women."
Johnnie nodded, "Your right about that, too."
"The kid, does he know what he's doing?"
"Yeah, his father raised horses, so he's good with them, kind of a natural."
"Good to know."
"How does the trail look?" Johnnie asked.
"Right now, we have smooth trails, but it won't be long it won't be. I want us stocked with everything we'll need and lots of barrels because the California traill is usually hot, dry, and hazardous."
"Noted." Johnnie nodded.
After a moment, Cully stared, "How'd you get rooked into this drive?"
Johnnie snickered. "That gal, Rebecca, I got a look at her and I had to hook myself up with them. She's still determined to find a man in the gold fields, but I aim to talk her out of it."
"Well good luck with that. Don't let her side-track your attention though." Cully warned.
"No, I won't. I want to live too, boss." He smiled.
Cully smiled and nodded.
"How about you, why'd you decide to take us on?"
Cully shrugged. "She caught me with a sizable hangover and I needed the money and the work. I've been up the trial enough to know what to look for. But I said yes before I realized I was taking on so many women!" He frowned.
"They are good stock though. I can tell you that. They don't complain, and they take care of things, even when it's hard to do."
"That's good, because in the hard times, we'll need them to be strong. And there will be some hard times. There always are."
"Yeah, you are right about that." Johnnie nodded.
"You been out that way before?" Cully asked.
"No, came to Missouri with my family. They all died of the small pox though. Been on my own a few years."
"That's pretty rough."
"Yeah, it kind of toughened me up a bit." Johnnie admitted.
"Well, don't worry, when we got something to fret about, I'll tell you first. The main thing is, you gotta be my right arm, a man I can depend on no matter what."
"I'll do my best." Johnnie nodded.
"That's all I ask." Cully said and rode down the line of wagons.
After making sure all the wagons were rolling smoothly he came back to Johnnie. "I may hire a scout if I can find one worth his salt. One that speaks the Indian language and stuff."
"Might not be a bad idea." Johnnie agreed.
"For now, things are good, but we get into it, I need someone who knows the Indians better than me. So, keep your ears open at Ft. Kearney for one. Let me know."
"Sure thing."

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Hot Tattoo Artists and Sexy US Marshals #TinaDonahueBooks #NewReleases #EroticRomance

Buckle your seatbelt and hang on, it's gonna be a sexy ride.

This month I have two new releases - Wicked Seduction, book two in my Wicked Brand series - and The Craving, book two in The Wanderers series.

Let's start with Wicked Seduction - hot tattoo artists find love in West Palm Beach, Florida. Erotic Contemporary Romance.

Series Blurb:

South Florida just got a helluva lot steamier… During the day, the staff at Wicked Brand makes ink dreams a reality for their appreciative clients. After hours, this naughty crew engages in sensual delights as wild as the designs they’re selling. Their motto? Nothing forbidden. Nothing held back.  

Wicked Seduction Blurb:

He'll teach her to believe in passion and love...

Marnie’s getting back on her feet after fleeing a bad relationship. As part of her new life, she arrives at Wicked Brand in search of tattoos to cover scars from a long-ago trauma, hoping it will allow her to finally feel pretty. What she gets is a hot Latin tattoo artist who sets every part of her afire.

Sexy as sin Tor can work magic with his stunning 3-D designs and wants nothing more than to see Marnie smile. She’s a rare combination of sweet and wickedly sensual. The kind of woman he can’t easily resist—and doesn’t try.

Their sessions at the parlor turn into evenings of steamy delight as they feed their carnal hunger and growing intimacy, playing shameless games that leave them breathless and wanting more.

When her ex shows up, determined to have her back under his control, the danger is real. But this time Marnie is stronger, determined…and no longer alone.

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Wicked Takeover - book one in Wicked Brand

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And now for The Craving - book two The Wanderers - erotic paranormal.


Series Blurb:

Beware the Wanderers

Steeped in the occult, the Wanderers is a secretive, nomadic group that use their powers to achieve whatever they seek. Incantations, mind control, and dark magic are their specialty. Victims will lose possessions without warning, seemingly eager to have their wealth stolen. Should they later complain, their health, sanity, and even their lives will end. No one dares defy a member…or poses a threat to what that individual desires whether it’s riches, power, or especially love. Beware the Wanderer who lusts. There is no freedom from their boundless carnal hunger. Hiding within plain sight, they walk among the unsuspecting, prepared to pounce. Only those individuals with paranormal powers have a chance against evil so old and ruthless few have escaped its destructive end.

The Craving Blurb:

She’s everything he’s desired… He’s the one man she shouldn’t crave.

Knowing the danger the Wanderers pose, Erica Vega intends to hunt down the mysterious group steeped in dark magic, curses and mind control. As a Deputy U.S. Marshal she has the law behind her, along with her telekinetic powers. Let the chase and battle begin.

Not so fast. Her superior forbids her to go after any Wanderer, instead ordering her to work cold cases with her new partner Lucian Navari.

Tall, dark and hotter than sin, Lucian doesn’t play by the book. He has his own agenda and agrees to help Erica hunt Wanderers on the sly where he and she can be up close and personal.

Erica’s not one to mix duty with pleasure, but he’s impossible to resist in too damn many ways. As they investigate an elusive Wanderer, nothing is as it appears – she can’t trust what she sees or believes. Lies masquerade as truth, deception rules while she and Lucian grow closer in a carnal dance that will change their lives.

The Yearning - book one in The Wanderers

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Saturday, November 11, 2017

Ordinary People - Extraordinary Lives - the horror of war and survival #WarStory #JamesHatch

This Veteran’s Day, I offer an excerpt from my latest book, Ordinary People; Extraordinary lives. No one can tell the plight of many veteran’s like a veteran himself. Below is Otto Whittington’s Moment of Reflection. If you find this glimpse of history interesting, please consider reading the entire book. It will keep you spellbound.

Reflecting on a life of trials, tribulations, and triumphs, with more peaks and valleys than the high Sierras, is similar to turning a kaleidoscope at high speed. I rode the rails as a hobo kid during the Great Depression, became a transient ranch and farm worker, and chased wild horses in New Mexico. I built mountain fire trails as a member of the CCC; worked as a forest fire fighter; lived alone above the timber line on the Forest Service fire look-out tower; and was a lumberjack, sawmill worker, and circus roustabout. I also served as a horse soldier in the U.S. Cavalry, a Remount Rider and stud-monkey in Remount Service, and as an infantry soldier in Philippines. I took part in the Battle of Bataan, the fall of Bataan, the Bataan Death March, and was one of the less than 10% survivors of Tayabas, most brutal of Japanese work details. I was also one of few survivors of the Bilibid POW Camp death cell in Manila. I survived the journey to Japan on a Hell Ship, was twice placed in kneeling position for beheading, was on the receiving end of U.S. planes firebombing Japan, and was twice threatened by atomic bombs dropped in Japan—first as the secondary target for the Hiroshima blast, and then as the primary target for the Nagasaki bomb. In both cases, I was spared due to weather. I returned to the U.S. after five years of terror and subsequently graduated from the University of Arkansas with honors, even without a high school education. I then attended the George Washington University Law School and became an attorney. I was threatened with being run out of town by businessmen in a small Texas town and, instead, took on the local political group before being elected Mayor in Bartlett’s first contested election in sixteen years. My term as mayor resulted in the best financial record in the history of the town. My kaleidoscope is indeed an endless array of colors and patterns.
My life has been one of high drama and low comedy; adventure and misadventure; fear and courage; success and failure; and pain, suffering, and starvation. Through it all, I never succumbed to Man's most deadly malady—self-pity—a condition that leads to anti-social behavior, envy, prejudice, and all other negative traits. Always with a high sense of humor, I enjoyed every mile of my trip through life, whether bumpy or smooth. The kaleidoscope stops now, not at a bright colored pattern of high adventure, excitement, or romance, but at this soft colored quiet reflective moment with deep emotions and painful memories.
In 1980, taking a Philippine Airlines plane on a business trip to Hong Kong, I had a four-hour layover when I changed planes in Manila. Not having a visa, I was restricted to the airport transient lounge with limited outside access. Prior to World War II, Manila International Airport was called Nichols Field, a U.S. Army Air Base. As a member of the Army Veterinary Corps attached to the 26th Cavalry, Philippine Scouts, I was stationed near Nichols Field. As I stood outside the lounge looking across the long remembered countryside, forty years rolled away and my mind was flooded with poignant memories of persons and places. In my mind, I visited scenes from years ago, such as racing across the countryside and jumping barrio bamboo fences on a beautiful sorrel jumper named Red Napoleon.
Talking to a young lady lounge attendant, I told her of my connection with the Philippines. She passed the word that an old soldier from Bataan was in the lounge. After that, over a dozen young Philippine soldiers came by to meet me and have pictures taken with an old soldier who had served with fathers and relatives during a dark time in Philippine history—a dark time well remembered. Late in the afternoon, my Hong Kong flight departed, climbing in a southwest direction. A few minutes into the flight I looked down and saw the large white cross standing like a sentinel over the largest military cemetery in the Pacific—Mount Samet where the bloodiest battles of Bataan were fought. Memories and emotions hit me like a sledgehammer. The small jungle covering the peninsula looked peaceful and insignificant in the late afternoon tropical sun, but I remembered a different Bataan—a Bataan where, nearly thirty-nine years ago, my friends, comrades-in-arms, and I started on one of the most brutal and cruel exoduses ever suffered by man. It was called the “Death March” because of the bodies left along the road. Men were shot, bayoneted, or beat to death—the Death March was my introduction to nearly four years of living HELL.
Emotions became more intense and my mind swirled with scenes thought long forgotten, now fresh and vivid. Blood smeared jungles filled the horizon and the sickening stench of death filled the air. Mallett and I were sent to contact the Philippine Army Division on our right. At an aid station behind where the front lines had been, we found wounded Filipino soldiers on litters with their throats cut—the whole division had pulled out. I returned to my regiment to hear the same report from the left flank. With another Philippine Division gone, only one skeleton regiment remained to fill the gap left by two divisions.
The 31st U.S. Infantry troops were ragged and sick with malaria, dysentery, and tropical infections. We had no medical supplies to treat our diseases. We were starved, low on ammunition, and our automatic weapons had burned out in previous battles. Still, the “Battling Bastards of Bataan” would try to hold back General Yamashita's fresh 100,000 troops, just brought in from Singapore.
We were told to keep the enemy engaged, to hold a ridge while other companies fell back. As the enemy advanced, we dropped back, trying to find a place where a small force could hold a line. My squad was blown off a ridge by heavy mortar fire. Falling back, Crowell’s foot was blown off, and he stumbled along on one leg and a bloody stump. He was crazy with shock and pain and fought anyone who tried to help him. Borden fell on his back screaming in pain and with legs kicking. I put my hand under him and felt his heart beating where his back was blown open. I dragged him down the slope as he screamed, begging to die. Time stood still until someone helped me carry him away. We passed bodies—shredded by mortars, artillery, and bombs—in grotesque positions of death. Our last line was on the beach across Cabcaben Airstrip from the ever advancing Japanese.
Word passed that General King was negotiating surrender. A Japanese staff car with Maj. Hurt and Japanese officers inside, and flying a large white flag, came across the airstrip from the Japanese lines. Behind the car came Japanese tanks with soldiers hanging all over them.
We were ordered to stand up and throw down all our arms. I felt the sickest I have ever felt, completely empty and hollow, and a sergeant standing near me started to cry. I heard him say, "What will my little girl think of me?" just before he shot himself in the head. The whole world was in complete chaos.
Looking down at the small peaceful strip of land, I wondered if we had accomplished anything at all. Was it worth the thousands of American, Filipinos, and Japanese who died there? Bataan, almost forgotten but still fresh in the minds of those who were there, is now perhaps only an answer to a trivia question. Bataan is not a word known by younger generations; most would likely think it the name of a rock group. I thought of other wars and battles—Korea, Viet Nam where my son served, and present turmoil throughout the world—and wondered if Man will ever reach an emotional and intellectual level of maturity where differences can be solved without mass slaughter. Man's major religions—Christianity, Judaism, Islam, and Buddhism—all have prohibitions against the killing of his fellow man. Even the godless nations proclaim their ethics and high morals. But these are only religions and ethics a man gives lip-service to. Man’s real religions—the quest for political and economic power, materialism, and superiority—allow for the periodic mass slaughter of other men within the framework of co-called “civilized warfare”. We eradicate a disease by isolating the germ or virus. We know the virus which causes war is Man's self-appointed authority and self-righteous attempts to ram HIS political, economic, social, and religious beliefs down the throats of his fellow Man—we know the virus but not the cure. Looking out at the peaceful, undisturbed vastness of sky and water, I silently cried for Man's hypocrisy and inhumanity to Man as we continued across the China Sea.

Otto W. Whittington

Thank you for reading,

James L. Hatch

Friday, November 10, 2017

Violet's Shadow by Jennifer Kacey

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Violet’s spent her whole life searching for where she belongs. When she finds it and her shadow comes to life, it’s only the beginning.

Two weeks alone in a secluded cabin is music to Violet’s ears. Until she sees a shadow in the forest with red glowing eyes. Red eyes she’s seen in her dreams for as long as she can remember. Eyes that make her want to forget the rest of the world. But she doesn’t believe in fairy tales anymore.
Rayden was sent to protect her.  To keep her safe.  Nothing more than to guide her as she transitions into a Shadow and takes her rightful place in the pack.  What he finds instead is the mate he’s been unwilling to search for and a passion so fierce he’ll never be able to walk away.
Violet’s spent her entire life aching to belong and she finally finds it in the pack of Shadows she is destined to join.  Everything she’s ever wanted in life and love is finally at her fingertips if she’s brave enough to embrace…her Shadow

Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey


Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.