Sunday, May 20, 2018

Sunday's Book - Lines of Fire #MFRWauthor #Books We Love LTD #fantasy #action adventure

Lines of Fire (The Guild House - Defenders Hall)

To honor a promise made to his dying father, Alric trains as a Defender. For some reason the Swordmaster wishes him gone and his first two bondings end in failure. A failed third one will see Alric banished. His meeting with the older daughter of the Swordmaster reveals a double heart bond, but she has been promised to Petan, the Swordmaster’s favorite. A duel is fought and though Alric can read Petan’s lines of fire, the other dueler cheats and nearly kills Alric. Petan is banished but he knows secret ways into Defenders Hall. Kalia, his now bondmate’s lines are tarnished. Not only do Alric and Kalia need to find Petan, they must learn how to cleanse her lines.
January 20, 2013
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July 19, 2014
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Saturday, May 19, 2018

Saturday's Blurbs - featuring Books by Connie Vines #MFRWauthor #Books We Love LTD #romance

Tanayia Un Murmullo Sobre el Agua (Spanish Edition)


Tanayia is alone in the world. Her village destroyed and her people murdered by a group of revolutionaries who now hold her hostage. A daring escape on the edge of Cochise’s stronghold saves Tanayia’s life, but she discovers her ordeal is only beginning.

Forced to live in a government run boarding school, Tanayia is stripped of her identity. The headmistress is bent on destroying Tay, but Jacob Five-Wounds stands in her way. Jacob urges Tay to run away with him—but diphtheria strikes the school. Now, Tanayia must make a choice, a choice she knows may cost her both, Jacob and his love.

Editorial Review
“This well-researched novel is taunt with all the tensions and passions of any tale in which the characters are trapped. That Sister Enid eventually gets her comeuppance (and from a native doctor, too) is only just and satisfying, and an epilogue tells of both the compromises and the triumphs of Tay’s marriage to Jacob Five-Wounds (once a fellow inmate of the school.” A-! ~ The McQuark Review

With a dangerous reputation for taking chances and tempting fate, rugged cowboy Lynx Maddox had one goal in life—to win the coveted Silver Buckle rodeo championship. But when he sets eyes on lovely Rachel Scott, he becomes determined to capture her as well.

Rachel traveled the circuit with her famous rodeo rider dad until his fatal accident in the arena. Now, she wants nothing to do with that world—or the men who risk their lives for one brief moment of glory. But her attraction to Lynx becomes too powerful to deny. . . and his unexpected gentleness too seductive to resist. . .

H.O.L.T. Medallion Finalist, Orange Rose Finalist, Colorado Gold 2nd Place,
Fool for Love 2nd Place, and Award of Excellence Winner.

Previously published as "Ride a Wild Heart"

“Connie has a wonderful gift for making her characters come alive for her readers. A must read!” 4 ½ Roses

Highly Recommended. Written by a gifted writer—a worthy addition to anyone’s book collection.” Under the Cover Reviews.

“Kiss-Ass heroine!” Reader’s Review @ Author’s Den

“Instant action/Sizzling attraction! This book kept the pages turning, and a box of tissues close at hand.”

“A rare find. A must read!” Word Museum.

Cold Coffee Press Endorsement:

• 'Lynx" (book one) in Connie Vines' Rodeo Romance series for the romantic and young at heart.

Highly Recommended. "A worthy addition to anyone's book collection."
~ Under the Cover Reviews

"Instant Action/Sizzling Attraction!"
~Affair de Coeur Magazine

"Connie has a wonderful gift for making her characters come alive for her readers."

"A rare find. A must read!"
~Word Museum 

Trouble is something hard-edged rancher, Brede Kristensen, knows all about. A widower with a rambunctious young daughter, a ranch to run and an ornery cook who has just runoff, Brede doesn’t need another problem. Yet in the midst of a violent storm, he finds an injured woman. The beautiful woman can’t recall her name or her past, but Brede vows to protect her from harm. What he hadn’t bargained for was her laughter and gentleness finding a way into the lonely corners of his heart.

Beaten and left for dead, Amberlynn Maddox has no memory of her past. Accepting Brede’s offer as temporary ranch cook, the woman, now called Kate, discovers the sexy rancher with his protective nature and sizzling kisses has claimed her heart. When a madman discovers Amberlynn’s hiding place, no one is safe from harm: not Brede, his young daughter—or Amberlynn herself!

“Ms Vines has written a suspenseful romantic tale. Brede and Amberlynn are very strong and likeable characters. Brede’s daughter, Gretchen, adds a lot to the story. The ranch hands are very colorful and fun, especially Caldwell, the ornery cook. His elopement had me laughing out loud! This is a very entertaining story.
Rating: 4 cups for “Brede” Rodeo Romance, Book 2
Maura, CoffeeTimeRomance and Find Out About New Books

“’Brede’ is an emotionally involving thrilling suspense filled with passion and romance. The characters a fully developed and will have the reader caring about the outcome. . .A wonderful heartfelt story that will thrill the readers.
5 Hearts
Anita, The Romance Studio

4 Quills!
A must read,

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Friday, May 18, 2018

Friday's Guest - Connie Vines - Who She Was Before #MFRWauthor #Books We Love LTD #YA/Teen #Cowboys #Native Americans

1.       What were you in life before you became a writer?

When I was in the second grade I asked Santa for a filing cabinet for Christmas.  Not a huge filing cabinet-- two drawer suited my needs perfectly.  You see I needed a place to store my stories, sketches, and the sort.  That was all I wanted.  If I recall correctly, my letter was printed was neatly as thick school pencil would allow.  I even sketch a rather crooked filing cabinet in case Santa wasn’t wearing his glasses.  I repeated my preference to my mother, often.  Since my father a career naval officer and deployed on a submarine, we always prayed he’d be home for Christmas.

Well, my father arrived home a few days before Christmas Eve.  So, I knew we were Blessed.  But children love the magic and excitement of Christmas.  And when Christmas morning arrived and I tip-toed around the edges of decorated Scot’s Pine Christmas tree the only box with my name on it (aside from the customary box of P.J.s, Christmas stocking, and trinkets) was a not-a-very-large brightly wrapped box.

A little bit of confusion assaulted me.  Where was my real gift from Santa?

One of my parents handed me the box.  I can’t recall which one, because my mind was trying to unravel what was going on.  Everyone was waiting.  And my sister, a toddler, was helping me by tearing a corner of the paper with her sticky fingers and my mother as helping me lift the lid off the white box.

Suddenly, I was staring into the box.  A doll?  Santa brought me a doll.  Why?  Being the eldest of five children, (well, three children that Christmas), a toy that cried, wet a diaper, and demanded to be fed was not on my sonar.  What was I going to do this doll?  Where was my file cabinet? 

I was encouraged to play with my ‘gift’ during the remainder of my Christmas vacation.
To be honest, I didn’t carry the doll around.  I held her by one foot, dragging her head along in the dirt when I was instructed to go outside and play.  There photos of me I holding neglected doll in my arms. 
My father must have instructed my mother not to reprimand me.  He knew I wasn’t a ribbons and baby-doll type of girl.  
I don’t recall what happed to the doll.  I never did get a filing cabinet.  I did receive a diary and scents pens on my birthday.  My mother’s Nancy Drew books were shipped from Chicago by my grandmother.  And my father brought a home a small portable typewriter when he returned from sea duty the following Christmas.
As to the second part of the question, I believe my entire life influenced my writing.  Since I have always been aware of my surroundings, peoples’ reactions, and being an ‘outsider/ always the new kid’ I attended 9 schools by the 3rd grade; 18 by my Sophomore year of high school, I was adaptable.
Are you genre specific or general?
I began writing for the children’s magazine market—fiction and nonfiction.  I still write YA/Teen fiction and education material. 
I wrote my first YA novel and contemporary romance at the same time and both were published within a year of each other.
I have benefited from both a rural and suburban life.  My father’s people are from Texas; my mother’s family from Chicago, Ill. with roots in Prague and Bohemia.  Currently, I reside in southern California but I have lived in San Francisco, La Jolla, Charleston, Orlando, a small town in the panhandle of Texas, and Williamsburg.
I write romance: contemporary, historical, suspense, humor, fantasy, time-travel and sweet YA/tween romance.
Western/Cowboy/Native American heroes are featured in many of my novels because I am familiar with these settings and cultures.
3.        My latest releases(s):
Tanayia—Whisper upon the Water
Tanayia—Un Mumullo Sobre el Agua  (Spanish translation)

4.        What am I working on now?
Gumbo Ya Ya—an anthology for women who like romance Cajun
Bell, Book, & Gargoyle, Book 2 of my Sassy & Fun Fantasy Series
Cochise, Book 3, Rodeo Romance Series.
5.        Where can you find me?
My publisher is BWL Publishing, Inc.
From my website there are links to my:  Web Blog, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and  guest blog appearances.  You are also able to view my book trailers.

Thank you, Janet for having me as your guest blogger today.  I’ll be back again tomorrow, too!
Connie Vines

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Thursday's Third Scene from Gemstones #MFRWauthor #Books We Love LTD #historical #Regency

     The tapping at her bedroom door roused Aldora, Dowager Countess of Denmere, from a reverie.  For a moment, she felt the strange blend of sorrow and joy she’d felt when she’d read the letter from Ian Grey.  She reached for a woolen wrapper.  Moonlight shimmered around the edges of the partially open draperies and sent a path of light to the door.  She turned the knob.
     Greene, the elderly butler, stood in the hall.  “My lady, the Earl has arrived.  He’s supping in the library.”
     “Thank you.”
     “Do you wish me to wait and go down with you?”
     She shook her head.  With too few servants remaining at the manor house, the stoop-shouldered man did more than his share of work.  “There’s no need.  Go to your bed.”
     After he left, she lit a taper and picked up the letter.  Before leaving the room, she read the words again.  This time, she held her tears inside.  If Drew saw she’d been weeping, he would find a way to blame himself.  A habit she believed stemmed from the way his father had heaped the coals of his own failures on Drew’s head.
     Holding the candlestick high, she descended the broad and curving staircase.  The study door was closed.  She tapped lightly.
     Drew stood behind a battered desk and held his hands toward the flames in the fireplace.  Light from candles on the mantelpiece made his hair appear as black as lacquered ware from the Orient.  His gray jacket molded the muscles grown firm from his labor on the estates these past two years.
     She crossed the room.  He turned.  His eyes, the color of fine Persian turquoise, showed concern.  “Aunt Aldora, are you all right?”
     The unofficial title he’d bestowed on her years ago brought a rush of warmth and love.  She placed the candle on the desk.  “I never meant to give you fright, but I received a letter --”
     “Demanding payment of yet another debt we have no way to prove is false.”  His hands tightened on her shoulders.  “Damn him for leaving you in such a state.”
     Aldora stepped away.  “The letter concerns another matter.”
     “And that is?”
     “Sorrow and hope.”
     He slumped on a chair behind the battered desk he’d brought from the estate manager’s office.  For years until it had been sold, a magnificent oak piece had graced the room.  “Whatever do you mean?”
     She opened the letter.  “This is from Duncan Gordon of India.  He rescued Alice and married her.  Drew, I have three granddaughters.”  Joy radiated from her eyes and filled her voice.
     “How do you know this isn’t a trick to foist some merchant’s chit on you so they can be presented to the ton?  News of your daughter’s flight were wide-spread.”
     She shook her head.  “He mentions things only Alice knew.  And he sent me this.”  She held a locket.  “I gave it to her on her twelfth birthday.  She always wore it.”
     “And now this merchant sends his daughters so you can bear the expense of them.  How, when we can barely feed and clothe ourselves.”  He scowled.
     “Why are you so cynical?  My son-in-law wants his daughters away from India.  He suggests you marry the eldest girl and become guardian of the younger ones.  They stand to have substantial fortunes.”
     Drew walked to the window that looked into the rear courtyard of the H-shaped house.  He pulled aside the musty draperies and stared at the night sky.  What else could he be but cynical?  He had land he couldn’t sell, houses he couldn’t repair, and people dependent on him he couldn’t help.
     Had Duncan Gordon married Aldora’s daughter?  How could he be sure the girls were what they said?
     “Perhaps he recently learned Alice is the daughter of an earl and wishes to use your position to see her daughters marry well.”
     “I don’t believe that’s the reason.  With the dowries mentioned in the letters, the girls can marry for love.”
     “Love is a dream.”  The words emerged clipped and cold.  He’d never understood how such a vague emotion could turn a man or a woman into a fool.  He remembered the many times he’d heard his mother cry about her love for his father.  Then her love for another man had caused her to abandon her family.
     He heard the rustle of Aldora’s skirts and inhaled the sweet smell of lavender.  “He heard of Edgar’s death.  He knows about the mountain of debts and how hard you have worked to discharge them.”
     Drew turned.  “Then why hasn’t he written before?”
     “Before Alice died, he promised he would protect her daughters from their grandfather’s greed.  That need has passed.”
     The tears that glistened in her brown eyes brought an ache of sadness to Drew’s chest.  His questions about these girls didn’t matter.  To see Aldora smile and for her to have the comforts she deserved, he had been willing to marry an heiress.  Why not this one?
     He patted Aldora’s shoulder.  “Would this marriage please you?”
     “You know it would.”
     He nodded.  “I need an heiress, and if the marriage will bring you joy --”  He couldn’t say the words yet.
     She brushed her hand over brown hair that was liberally sprinkled with white.  “The directions for my son-in-law’s solicitor and business partner are in the letter.  You must write him at once.”
     He felt trapped by her enthusiasm.  “I’ll return to London tomorrow and seek him out.  Would you like to come with me?  I’m sure Tristan would be delighted to have your company.”
     She laughed.  “La, Drew, I doubt that rascal would want an old woman meddling in his affairs.”  She patted his cheek.  “There is much to do.”  Her radiant smile warmed him.  “Three granddaughters.  Nicola, Elizabeth and Margaret.  This is more than I dreamed.”
     For an instant, her smile faltered.  He knew she thought of her four daughters, each lost in some tragic way.
     “And you have me.”  His need to have her confirm his importance to her startled him.  He had neither right nor reason to feel threatened by these unknown chits.
     The brilliance returned to her smile.  “And you have brought me much joy.”  She lifted the candlestick.  “I’ll see you at breakfast.  Oh, Drew, I must make ready for my girls.”
     He felt a touch of regret that he hadn’t been the one to bring laughter to her voice.  “There is time.  The voyage from India is long.”
     “I know I must wait, but ‘twill be hard.”  She closed the door.
     He picked up the letter and read the contents.  Marriage to an heiress was the only way to restore the estates depleted by the late earl’s gambling.  Drew groaned.  He had all but agreed to the union.
     He crumpled the letter.  Marriage to one of the coming Season’s heiresses would never bring the weight he felt pressing on his chest.  He had intended his marriage to be one of convenience, providing a title for his wife and money and an heir for himself.  How could he have that kind of marriage with Nicola Gordon when she was Aldora’s granddaughter?
     The crumpled paper fell on the desk.  Aldora would expect him to love her granddaughter.  Love was an illusion.  He could never love any woman, even Nicola Gordon.  He would never allow her to have that power over him.  Never!



Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Wednesday The Gemini Sagittarius Connection #MFRWHooks #Books We Love LTD #Astrology #Gemini #Sagittarius

The Gemini - Sagittarius Connection (Opposites in Love)

Join me along with other terrific writers as we present some bits of stories for you to read. My book is a medical romance. Click here:  

Gemini Liz seems to be following her sign. She's the mother of twin boys, she'd returned to Eastlake for the second time and she's taking her second position as a nurse manager. She feels moving from the city will be good for her sons who sometimes choose the wrong friends. What Liz doesn't want is a second husband. The death of her fireman husband made him a hero but devastated her life. She had to return to work and become a single mother. Fortunately her father-in-law has stepped in to care for the boys but he wants to retire to Florida. Though she's attracted to Jeff she wants to deny the attraction. Jeff is a Sagittarian who often suffers from the foot in mouth disease. His wife died years ago but she was the perfect wife and he has no desire to fall in love or marry again. As a neurosurgeon he sees Liz a lot since she is the nurse manager of the ortho/neuro unit at the hospital. He also wants to deny the attraction and finds it harder and harder. Can a pair of mischievous boys find a way to help their mother and the doctor find love again?

December 1, 2016
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Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - Promotion - From Idea To Finished Book #MFRWauthor #Books We Love LTD #Promotion

Once you have a contract for your book, even though the book won't be out for months, the time to start promotion is now. There are many ways to do this. Tweet about the book. Share the coming book on Facebook and the other social medias you frequent. Let your friends, neighbors and family know.

Until you have the cover, the only thing you can do is talk about the book any place you can. The cover is sent to you. Have a cover release on the various venues. Find some blogs to visit and talk about your coming book. Plan for a release.

If your publisher puts the book up for pre-order advertise this. People can buy the emectronic version and have it delivered when it's released.

Look at promotional materials that can be used as giveaways. There are hundreds out there. Pens are always good but something unusual that suits your book can always be helpful. Use your imagination. Perhaps make book marks or have parts of your book to use as teasers printed and turned into a booklet.

Don't just sit back and wait for the readers to discover you.



Monday, May 14, 2018

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #Books We Love LTD #Poem #Rain

Meander 1 -  Poem Love

Love comes upon us unaware.
We forget ourselves and show we care.
We look into each other's eyes.
And the shadow of self slowly dies.
We open ourselves to love and pain
Because there's so much more we can gain.
When we truly love all men as brothers
They become as we and not those others.

Meander 2  Rain. They were supposed to dig up the beds so I could plant flowers to beautify the house and plant four new rose bushes. It is raining. Though this will make the ground softer, who wants to dig during a rain storm. I don't blame the men for not coming but ... I want to plant those flowers.

Meander 2 - Writing - The story is going well as far as the rough draft is going. This story is very different from the others in the series but each of the stories is different from the others. But underneath all the differenes, one of the issues with each book is a different spin on trust and finding love.



Sunday, May 13, 2018

Sunday's Book - Gemstones - Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #Books We Love LTD #Historical regency #Jewels


When Nicola Gordon and her younger sisters travel from India to England, she goes to a marriage she doesn’t want.

Drew Barlow has no desire for marriage, but his distant cousin and Nicola’s grandfather, ran the estates into debt. Drew agrees to the marriage for the money and to please the Dowager, Nicola’s grandmother, but he has no trust for women or for love.

When the two meet they clash and come together, igniting a blazing attraction they cannot resist.

Janet Lane Walter's latest book Gemstones is a stunning tale of the differences between two cultures, English and Indian, and what occurs when two different cultures clash. After the death of her father, eldest daughter Nicola Gordon must take charge of her family, fifteen-year-old Elizabeth, a budding flirt, and ten year old Margaret, a hoyden of the worst degree.

August 1, 2016
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January 7, 2014
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April 15, 2013
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December 19, 2011
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November 25, 2012
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February 20, 2013
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