Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Wednesday Moon Summoned #MFRWHooks #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Fantasy #Swords #Sorcery

Moon Summoned

 Join me and the other authors who are doing a blog hop with some great books    Mine is a fantasy with three heroines, three heroes and three villains 

Three Moon Summoned women. Ashiera the Seer who controls the winds and sees into the thoughts of others. Dian the Warrior who controls fire and fights with the sword. Egeria the Healer who controls fluids and heals those who are injured. They are joined in their battle by Sieper a sailor who knows the winds, Kobe once sworn to the Lord of Shadows and Jetan a healer of animals. These three vow to help the three women against those sworn to Evil. Lugal the Cabal reads the winds and thoughts. Sargon the Gladius controls fire and the armies of the Lord of Shadow. Lugal the Cabal has knowledge of herbs and uses them for evil. These three with their cohorts will face the three and three sworn to the Mistress of the Moons. 

Previously published as Mistress of the Moons Janet Lane Walters has written a story that will take you to another time and place. She gives vivid descriptions of her characters and their role in this story. Ms. Walters has constructed a civilization so real that you will feel its very existence. A place where men rule women as chattel for their sexual needs, and three evil rulers who drain their bodies of their very essence for spells and to gain power. There is betrayal and treachery inside of plots, as each priest plans to rule alone. Ashiera, Egeria, and Dian are bound to the spirits of the ones who came before them. They discover a truth that will astound them, and have them doubting their chosen path. They will experience a love that is forbidden and discover that two stand together better than one. I could feel the emotional struggle between love and destiny, described so passionately by the author. I hope Ms. Walters plans to continue this story. I could feel that this is just the beginning of this tale. Janet Walters book, Moon Bright, Moon Dark will go on my keeper shelf, beside such authors as Charlotte Boyett-Compo and Nancy Gideon. I give this story Five Hearts and recommend it highly. Enjoy!



The setting sun brought shadows creeping along the mountain slopes. From the battle lines stretched across the plateau, the smell of blood mingled with the dust. Metal clanged against metal. Shouts, curses and screams filled the air. The moans of the wounded broke the Seer’s concentration on the amber light streaming from the crystal atop her staff. The beam sent a jagged pattern through the growing darkness.
A piercing cry arose. The ruby ray from the Warrior’s sword shot toward the sky. The Healer darted among the fallen and knelt beside the sorely wounded woman. Blue light from the Healer’s wand focused on the Warrior’s wounds. The Healer poured life-sustaining energy through the azure beam.
Gusts of wind drove thick waves of fog from the mountain peaks to obscure the plain and to cover the retreat of the women. A cluster of the servants of the Mistress of the Moons, clad in tunics of amber, red and blue, stumbled after those who bore the Warrior. They carried her between a pair of standing stones into a narrow passage that led to a crater lake and the Place of Choosing.
The Seer stumbled and would have fallen if the Healer hadn’t caught her arm. Together they moved through the fog. The edges of their cloaks brushed the standing stones.
“How much time have we?” the Healer asked.
The Seer tightened her grip on the staff. “I pray enough to complete the ritual before the eclipse hides the light of the moon.”
The Healer guided the other woman into the narrow passage. “With the coming of the fog, the bright moon and the dark moon have risen. We must succeed or all is lost for the One we serve.”
“Pray our call is answered before the next eclipse and the time of the lunar of the dark moon. For now and to all eternity, the thirteenth moon, the dark moon will rise each year to fill the sky.”
“We must wait thirteen years before this comes to pass. Pray the Mistress of the Moons will hold the Queen of Darkness at bay so the ones we call will have a chance.”
“Unless those who serve the Lord of Shadows call the Queen forth.”
The Healer sucked in a breath. “Never will the ones who serve the shadowed one share the rule.”
The Seer sighed. “Mistress bless. So be it. We will call, the Three will come and all will be as it has been. Unlike those in the other nomes, we can’t allow a drastic change to alter what we’ve built.”
“Agreed,” the Healer said.
They emerged from the passage and walked across the rock-strewn earth to the crater lake. The walls on three sides formed a crescent around the pool.
The Seer marshaled enough strength to walk unassisted. Her hair, darkened by age, flew wildly around her face. The Healer’s hair was as black as a night beneath the dark moon.
The remaining women clustered at the edge of the lake. The Seer and the Healer took the ends of the stretcher on which the Warrior lay. They waded through the cool water to the isle in the center of the lake. Gently they laid their companion on the pale rock. The Healer placed the Warrior’s sword on her chest and crossed the woman’s arms beneath the orb in the hilt.
Those who served the Mistress as seers, warriors and healers held torches aloft.
The ebon globe slid across the surface of the pale golden moon. The Seer passed her hand over the head of her staff. From the depths of the amber crystal, a band of pale yellow light flowed.
“From out of time and out of space, we three, Seer, Warrior, Healer, send our spirits questing for those who will continue the battle against the Lord of Shadows. We call for those who will keep the faith exactly as we have. Mistress of the Moons, pray keep the Queen of Darkness in bonds so You will prevail.”
The Healer raised her wand. The blue crystal on the tip flared and blue light shone. “The time of passing is upon us.” Her voice held neither fear nor anticipation. “Moon bright becomes Moon dark. May this eclipse add strength to our quest.”
The dark orb continued its stately progress across the face of the moon. The Seer held her staff so the light shone across the body of the Warrior. “How fares our sister?”
The Healer pressed a hand against the Warrior’s chest. “Her heart beats, but her body weakens. Can she bring forth the light of her sword?”
“The Mistress will sustain her.”
The Healer gasped. From the ruby crystal embedded in the hilt of the Warrior’s sword, a red ray rose to touch the blue and amber. “Just as our lights unite, we three are one.”

Moon Bright, Moon dark,
Mistress of the Moons.
From out of time,
From the depths of space.
Call the Three,
Seer, Warrior, Healer.
Empower them.
From conception comes the thought.
From the thought rises the desire.
From desire springs the seed.
And the fruit becomes the harvest,
Ending shadows, bringing light.

The women who had gathered at the edge of the lake added their voices to those of the Three. Once, twice, thrice, they intoned the call. As the dark globe completely covered the moon, they plunged their torches into the water. Clouds of herb-scented smoke obscured the isle. When the sun rose only a staff, a sword and a wand remained



Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - More on Characters - Actions and Reactions #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Action #Reaction

There is another way of making your characters leap into being in the reader's mind. Action and Reaction are vital elements to understand. How often have you heard someone say "He or she isn't acting in character." So this is one of the ways you need to look at your characters and make sure they stay in character all the pages of the book.

When something happens around your character, how do they react. Are they angry? Do they retreat? What emotions are stirred inside? You need to know how your character will react to the good and bad things of life. One of the ways of doing this is of course knowing your character very well. We all react to different things in different ways. So do characters. But for the characters there's little room for ambiguity. Feeling one way today and another way tomorrow about the same thing can make the character's reactions seem wrong. Sometimes I have this problem with my critique group. They think about how they would feel about something and want the character to feel that way. Some characters feel differently from the general public.

After you have their reaction, you need to think about how they will act. Will they become physical, retreat, just do nothing. Any of these reactions will show something about the characters. Action means taking steps and thinking about what to do. Sure an action can seem like a spur of the moment but but not necessarily so. But it can also be a triggered response and the writer needs to know what is behind that response.

So as you write the scenes of the book, you need to think about all the characters involved in the scene. The scene may not be in their viewpoint but how they react can be seen through their body responses, their dialogue. So think about reactions. Then think about action. What will the main character do? The other characters in the scene, what will they do? Reaction and action make your character seem alive, but make sure they stay in character.

Monday, March 19, 2018

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Poem #Grandson visits #Writing

Meander 1 Poem -- Coffee Grounds

Mornings, I wanted hot coffee.
You never did. I drank alone
Filling my cup with fresh perked brew.
You stayed in bed until I called,
Applied your pungent aftershave
To blot my fragrant coffee bean.
Our marriage simmered on the stove
For twenty years we stayed together,
Oils and essences losing strength
Becoming bitter in the pot.
Until today --
I emptied the grounds.

Meander 2 _Grandson Visits - Because of distance and the unability to travel it's been two years since I saw my grandson. Not that we haven't been in touch but seeing is better. He's gotten taller and broader in those two years. He still likes oatmeal. Even packed some on his case but I remembered and there are about 50 packets he can use. He watched me doing a crossword puzzle and shook his head. How do you know the words. I really think it takes years and doing the puzzles a lot of times. There's a trick and that's knowing what thecreator of the puzzle thinks. But back to the grandson. It's really good to see him.

Meander 3 - Writing - I am coming close to the end and it's getting a bit scary. Three chapters to conquer and the whole blamed thing to format but that won't take too long once I finish the writing of the three final chapters. There have been several drafts so this is  the last except for the clean up. Wish me luck,

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Sunday's Book featuring Bast's Warrior #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Paranormal #Alternate world #Egypt

Bast's Warrior (An Alternate Egypt Book 1)
Tira flees a threat to her life and encounters two elderly women who offer her the chance to be sent to an alternate ancient Egypt with no thought of return. She has had a fascination with Egypt and can even read hieroglyphics. Once there she will be given a task. Failure could mean death. Dare she take the chance and can she find the lost symbols of the rule before an enemy finds them? 

Kashe, son of the nomarch of Mero is in rebellion. His father desires him to join the priesthood of Aken Re, a foreign god. He feels he belongs to Horu, god of warriors and justice. He decides to leave home, meets Tira and joins her in the search for the symbols of the rule. Will his aid bring good fortune and will their growing love keep them from making a fatal mistake?

Previously published as The Warrior of Bast

"This engaging voyage into an ancient Egypt that includes power-hungry priests and hazardous treasure hunts entertains from page one. Familial intrigue heightens the tension, as does a kidnapping or two. The cast of characters is dynamic and complements the well-conceived plot." ~ 4 Stars, Susan Mobley, Romantic Times Magazine

March 26, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Saturday"s Blurbs featuring Books by Barbara Baldwin #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Contemporaryromance #timetravel

An Interlude by [Baldwin, Barbara]
Peter A Myerson, IV, is a successful businessman in New York City and has little time to deal with a house left to him by a great-aunt he never knew. He will simply go to New Orleans, sell the house and return to his organized and predetermined life.
That plan flies out the window when he meets CJ Fortier, the historical preservationist who is determined to finish the work she has been paid to do. As different as they are, Peter is instantly drawn to her passion, and not just for her work.
In the process of remodeling they find an old diary written by his aunt with entries dating back to the 1920’s. It’s a glimpse into the past when the house was a speakeasy and brothel and it leads them to fulfilling a few fantasies of their own. But finding items referred to in the diary lead Peter and CJ into trouble as unknown people are after information only his late great-aunt would have known.

Lost Knight of Arabia
To whoever finds this journal:
I started out this rainy November morning in 1988 as an archeology intern uncovering sunken treasure from the Steamboat Arabia, but due to circumstances I don’t understand, at the end of the day I found myself on board the Arabia, back in 1856, the year she sank.
Thus Brianna begins her journal, finding herself rescued by Jake Worth, a passenger on the Arabia; a man with secrets of his own and no desire to be responsible for another human being. But fate has thrown them together, and while Bri can’t explain how she got there, she is fascinated by the fact that she is living the history she has only read about.
Bri pulls Jake into the problems of the people on board almost on a daily basis and he reluctantly helps if only to keep her out of trouble. She is attracted to him, but since she wasn’t on the original manifest, she fears getting involved will alter history in some way. Yet when Jake comes to her in passion she can’t resist her feelings. As the steamboat paddlewheel takes them closer and closer to that fateful day, will they have a choice in their destiny?

It’s 1870, and even in wild, west Texas, nothing is more important than family.
When Joe Dawson was just 15 years old, tragedy tore his family apart. He spent the next 7 years searching for his brothers and sisters, even as he found purpose for his own life on a ranch and with the Texas Rangers. He is afraid to claim love when he finds it because everything he ever loved has been stolen from him. Yet through spring round-up, marauding Indians, stampeding cattle and the long cattle drive, his heart slowly heals because of the kindness of the rancher who rescued him and the love of the rancher’s daughter, who trusted him with her heart.
But until Joe is able to reclaim his family, he won’t allow himself to build a life with the woman he loves. It is through Sky’s love that Joe realizes the heart can find safety and joy in family, whether it’s family born or a family newly made.

Friday, March 16, 2018

Friday's Guest - Barbara Baldwin - Who She Was Before #MFRWAuthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Romance #timetravel

Where were you in your life before you became a writer? Did this influence your writing?
            I’ve had a wide variety of “professions” in my life including legal secretary, working at a commercial cattle feedlot, teaching every grade from Kindergarten through college, and grant writing. All of these gave me a foundation for being able to write well. As for influences, there are bits and pieces of my life in all my stories – a scene/incident, a friend/acquaintance/boss, a location. Life is too full of unique characters and happenings not to put them into my stories.

Are you genre specific or general? Why? I don’t mean genres like romance, mystery, fantasy, etc. There are many subgenres of the above.
            I am all over the map! I’ve written everything from short stories to full length fiction; poetry to a documentary on state history. I write short stories and turn them into Christmas story cards, and fables/myths about places I’ve visited like Ireland and Mexico.
When I started writing romance, I thought my first book would be about privateers, because I loved reading those. Instead, it took place on a cattle ranch in Montana. (With more than 22 romances now out, I still haven’t written about privateers.) As a story begins to form; or as I jot down random scenes that I think will work in a story, I don’t have much choice in whether it will be contemporary, historical or time travel. That seems to be determined by my characters or in some cases by the story idea.
For example after visiting the Steamboat Arabia museum several times, I knew there was a story to be written, but did I want to write a contemporary about its excavation or a historical about when it traveled the river in the 1850s? Combining the best of both worlds, I wrote a time travel titled “Lost Knight of Arabia.”

Did your reading choices have anything to do with your choice of a genre or genres?
            As a child I read all the horse books I could get my hands on, and then progressed to Perry Mason mysteries. Those topics find their way into my writing, but usually only in a minor way. Before I started writing as an adult, my first experience with romance was reading Kathleen Woodiwiss and I fell in love with the genre. Although I write other things, the majority of my focus is on romance.

What’s your latest release”?
            “An Interlude” was just released in February. It’s a fun contemporary romance involving an uptight New York businessman and a contrary historical preservationist from New Orleans.
The element that makes it unique is a diary from the 1920s. It’s not a time travel, but the diary gives a glimpse into the past which plays a major role in their present time.

What are you working on now?
            A quilt. Seriously, I am, but as I sew my brain is plotting and building characters and trying to decide where to set my next story. I know it will be contemporary, but I haven’t decided if it should take place in a little seaside town or a snowy mountain resort town. I just know it won’t be in a huge metropolis.

Where can we find you??

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Thursday's Third Scene Pursuing Doctor West #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Medical #romance #humor

Zelda Carter wanted to pinch herself, but she knew Michael’s arrival wasn’t a dream. She’d heard rumors, but hospital’s grapevine bred stories as fast as mold multiplied in a dungeon. She sat at the desk and stared at nothing. Co-workers bustled past. The loudspeaker crackled. The phone rang. She sighed. He had returned home to practice surgery. She would see him every day.
Maybe this time he would open his eyes to the possibilities. Perhaps the strange and awful occurrences wouldn’t happen. Could she find a crack in his stone heart and prove she was the right woman for him?
Never had.
You’re wrong.
This time she would find a lure he couldn’t resist. She sucked in a breath and swore the citrus scent of him overpowered the sharper hospital odors.
“Ms. Carter, lab on line one,” the unit clerk said.
Zelda grabbed the receiver and jotted some values she’d wanted checked. She turned to the clerk. “Karen, if anyone wants me I’ll be in my office.”
“I’ll let them know, boss lady. You need to call Nan.”
“Will do.” Zelda strode down the hall. She needed to let the staff recruiter know there would soon be an opening for a nurse on the unit.”
She shut the door, reached for the phone and punched her friend’s extension. After Nan answered, Zelda mentioned the opening. “Need someone with dynamite qualifications. I’ll email you the specifics.” A gasp burst free when she saw the paper airplane perched on the edge of her desk.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Her heart hammered. What did he want? Visions of Michael filled her thoughts. She drifted into a dream. His green eyes glittered with interest. He asked for a date.
“Zelda, are you there.” Nan’s shout shredded the daydream.
“Just spaced out for a moment.”
“What’s he like?”
“The new surgeon. The house is buzzing with rumors and more. Thought I’d come to the one who has surely met him.”
Zelda laughed. “I have first dibs. Don’t you remember him?”
“If I knew his name I might.”
“Think four years ahead of us in school. Think red gold hair, though now it’s a dark auburn. Think broad shoulders, football, basketball, and baseball. Think handsome as sin.”
Nan chuckled. “Michael West.”
“Good luck.”
“Thanks.” Zelda hung up. She smoothed the paper airplane. She remembered the hundreds of notes she’d sailed over the back fence.
Must mean something.
Sure it does. Maybe.
The voice of doubt sounded again. She stared at the words he’d written and started the process of deciphering the scrawl. How could he? She’d loved him for years. Granted he’d ignored her years ago.
Professional. An order. As if she was anything but a professional here. A glance at the signature and she burst into uncontrollable laughter. Your former neighbor.
Tears rolled down her face and she gasped to catch a breath. She couldn’t wait to see his face when he learned she lived in the same building. Heavens, their bedrooms were separated by a very thin wall.
She folded her arms. Michael West, you’re in for a surprise. She brought the note to her nose and inhaled the citrus scent permeating the paper, or maybe her imagination. She tucked the note in her pocket. This belonged in her box of Michael mementos. Had he saved the notes and other items she’d given him over the years? Hope grew like bacteria in a Petrie dish. The missive proved his interest. So did the way he’d watched her this morning. His stares had ignited her body.
Michael, watch out. She would find a way to capture more than his sideways glances. She knew something he was too blind to see. She was his perfect mate.

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Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Wednesday Lines of Fire #MFRWHooks #MFRWAuthor @BooksWeLove #fantasy romance

Lines of Fire (The Guild House - Defenders Hall)
 I'm joining iwth other authors in a blog hop to give you a bit about some really great books. We are here  My offeringis a fantasy romance with some sword fighting

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. Buy Mark:


Whispers of the grief to come slithered through Alric’s thoughts. He knelt beside his father’s bed and brushed the older man’s hand. The lines of fire on his father’s skin, once bright scarlet, had faded to pale pink. Thought the end approached, Alric wasn’t ready to see his father pass from life into the abyss of death.
“Papa,” he whispered. "The men of the Guild Houses and their bondmates arrive in just five days to test me for admission into the Defenders Hall.” His words were a plea for his father to remain with him for that time.
The older man’s eyes opened. The pain Alric saw brought wetness to his eyes. When his father died, there would be no relative to witness the acceptance as a Defender trainee. From the moment his father had given Alric a wooden sword and shown him the ways one could be used, he had desired to leave the village and pursue more training.
With fierce determination, Alric sought to infuse some of his vitality into his father. As always, the attempt failed. Why could the lines of fire be used to halt the flow of blood and to not achieve a return to vitality? Alric groaned. If he had been on the wood-cutting trip into the forest, he could have helped his father and the other man. A boar had gored and broken their bodies. The other lumberman had died. Alric’s father had lingered and suffered.
The harsh whisper startled Alric. His father hadn’t spoken once in the ten days since his shattered body had been carried to the village.
“Listen. Be Defender.”
“I promise.”
“Swordmaster. Enemy. Lines of fire. Not all can see,”
Alric frowned. What die his father mean? Was the Swordmaster the reason his father’s bond had been broken and he had been banished to this distant village? Why should the lines remain a secret? Before he had a chance to ask his father spoke again.
“Find sibs.”
Alric’s head jerked up. “Sibs. I have none.”
“One boy. One girl. Too young to steal away. Just you.”
This new information rocked Alric’s thoughts. “I will find them.”
“Bracelet. Take. Use. True mate.”
New ideas and new demands swamped Alric. Questions rattled like nuts falling from the trees in autumn.
“Save. Defenders. Restore old ways. Promise.”
“I will.” Alric wasn’t sure what he had promised but his father’s words flowed through his thoughts the way the lines of fire flowed over his skin. He pressed his forehead against his father’s hand and slammed shut the gates of grief.
The rattled breathing slowed and began again. Each stop and start brought a welling of tears closer to the surface. The sound stopped. Alric waited. He raised his head. The lines of fire on his father’s skin vanished.
Gut churning sobs began and wracked Alric’s body. When the storm of tears stopped Alric rose. With leaden steps he walked to the cabin door to summon the village women to care for his father’s corpse.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Tuesday's Writer's Tip Characters - Likes and Secrets #MFRWAuthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #writing

Now let's look at your characters again and find more things to know about them? What do they like and what do they dislike? Do they have a secret?

Knowing what your characters like or dislike gives another facet to their appearance in your story. Not just knowing what they like isn't enough. Think about whys they like a particular thing. One of my heroines has a love for mint tea. She likes the taste but she also likes knowing about the various mints and what they do. This plays much in her character and really becomes a symbol for her. There are other things like this with other characters. What they dislike is as important as what they like. When you provide a character with a dislike of some kind, you need to let the reader know why this trait or object brings the heroine or hero distaste. Some characters don't like say dogs. Give them a reason for their dislike that can border on fear. I have a character who is panicked by cats. His reason relates to a childhood incident but he has never gotten over the dislike and fear. 

Now, does your character have a secret? Most characters will have something they don't want anyone to know. Many times in the story this reveal brings a knowing in depth of the character. Say the hero or heroine doesn't believe they belong in a group or a family. Why will revealing this bring a change. Or they may feel guilty over something and this may color their lives. So look at your characters and find their secret. This will bring them alive on the page.

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Monday, March 12, 2018

Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Poem #Snow #Writing

Meander 1 _ Poem - Needlepoint

We used to sit in the bar's dark corner 
Embroidered plots and foolish schemes. Stitched bright
Pictures in life-like tones. Exuberant points
Of laughter sewed on canvas, plans for growth.
Our chosen yarns harmonized in growing
Patterns in the tapestry on which we sewed.

Again in the bar, conspirators sit, one sews
In colors vibrant and new. The other
Draws faces faded and grayed. You sit apart.
We gathered close. Our laughter sends needles
Of bright colored thread to fill our canvas.
Impossible dreams we stitch as we plot.

From your eyes jab sliver glares like silver
Needles that stitch needlepoint. Draw muted
Strands of gray tinted thread where bright colors
Once formed growth tapestries. Madame DeFarge
Grown old with her eyes on the guillotine.
She watches heads roll - her canvas unchanged.

Meander 2 - Snow - March blew in like a lion, taking down power lines and bringing in the first storm little snow, lots of ice and wind so violent trees were torn from the ground. Days later, snow came again. This time the wind was less. the early rain changed to snow and snow indeed. This time there was a lot of snow, keeping people off the roads for most of the day. The snow is melting now but they're hinting about the possibility of another snowfall. Ten days until Spring officially arrives. Will March go out like a lamb?

Meander 3 - Writing - Still pushing forward in slow steps trying to finish this book by the end of the month. I have four solid chapters. Three on the road to that state and five to push forward. Seems endless.

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Sunday, March 11, 2018

Sunday's Book - Pursuing Dr. West #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Medical romance #humor

Pursuing Doctor West

Michael West MD has a five year plan before he can consider making a commitment. He’s happy dating women who have no desire for a long-term affair. Encountering Zelda, the pest, the menace, the little girl next door who has impacted his life makes him want to run. She managed to ruin his senior prom and sent several of his dates running. Now she’s grown and the nurse manager of the surgical unit where he will see her every day. What’s a doctor to do but run?

Zelda has loved Michael for year. She knows of the odd accidents her presence has caused him. After an encounter in the condo swimming pool, the accidents become hers but she refuses to give up her quest. The problem is his dating system. He seems to be on an alphabetical quest. He’s just met G and she’s Z. Can she find a way to turn his thoughts to her or must she give up her pursuit?


March 16, 2015
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July 6, 2015
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Saturday, March 10, 2018

Saturday's Blurbs - Books by Karen Phelps #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #YA #Horses #Wyoming

Maryann’s Appaloosa

Maryann's Appaloosa

When fifteen-year-old Maryann Madigan’s parents are killed in a plane crash, she’s uprooted from a
privileged Boston lifestyle to a Wyoming horse ranch. Living with an aunt she barely knows, the young
woman struggles with her grief until a spirited appaloosa stallion captures her heart. There’s just one
problem, she’s terrified of horses.

Determined to learn how to ride, she enlists the help of Rick Ferguson, a charismatic, dark-haired
cowboy who falls hard for the shy but resilient beauty. Clandestine riding lessons conquer her fear of
horses and kindle their young love. When a vindictive ranch hand goes too far, Maryann must fight to
save her beloved horse, her hero, and the place she now calls home

I Loved Them First, a memoir in poetry and photographs about the horses and dogs I've shared my life with.

It won a Dog Writers Assn. of America award in 2013, my third DWAA AWARD. It is available on Amazon.

Friday, March 9, 2018

Friday's Guest - Karen Phelps - What Was She Before #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Young adult #Horses

1. What were you in your life before you became a writer? Did this influence your writing?

I’ve always been a writer. I’ve written  written since I could hold a pencil and still have the short story I wrote in the second grade. I published my first article at age 16 in a national magazine about beloved author Albert Payson Terhune’s home, Sunnybank. The article led to making his New Jersey home an historic site.

My “day job” for many years was an admin in Corporate America. The organization skills I learned there were helpful in organizing my writing.

For three decades I also bred and showed purebred collies on the weekend under the kennel name Karenthia. This led to writing many dog-related articles. One national collie magazine traded free advertising for my kennel in exchange for me writing articles. The kennel taught me to market myself and my dogs. I’ve won three Dog Writers Association of America awards. The latest was for I Loved Them First, a memoir in poems and photography about the horses and dogs I’ve shared my life with.

2. Are you genre specific or general? Why? I don't mean genres like romance, mystery, fantasy etc. There are many subgenres of the above. 

My first novel, Maryann’s Appaloosa, is young adult but I’d classify it as a young adult western romance. Many of the themes in the book (coping with grief, redemption, discovering who you are as a person, falling in love) are classic and transcend any genre.

The sequel I’m writing now is an adult western romance which is one of my favorite genres.

3. Did your reading choices have anything to do with your choice of a genre or genres? 

Absolutely. A horse-mad child, I grew up in the 50’s when westerns abounded on TV. I read every horse book I could get my hands on. One of my favorites was Mary O’Hara’s trilogy: My Friend Flicka, Thunderhead, and The Green Grass of Wyoming. Another favorite author, Craig Johnson, has a TV series based on his character Longmire, who a sheriff in Wyoming. Both of these authors influenced the setting of my first book.

4. What's your latest release? 

Maryann’s Appaloosa

5. What are you working on now? 

I’m writing the sequel to Maryann’s Appaloosa. This book is an adult western romance set on the same ranch with the same characters — and a few new ones.

6. Where can we find you? 

My book is available on
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I am also in the process of updating my website: