Tuesday Tales: Pen

Good morning! Welcome to another edition of Tuesday tales.Today, I’m providing another snippet from Hello Again.

Charley waved at her hostess and pulled out of the driveway, heading back up Highway 47 to the Trans Canada. Despite everything, she’d enjoyed her stay in Estevan, grateful the woman had been able to let her stay two nights at the bed and breakfast instead of the one night she’d booked. The box lunch on the seat beside her was much appreciated. Thanks to Matilda’s latest issue, money was tighter than Charley had anticipated.

While Matilda’s interior was air conditioned, her poor old engine wasn’t, and the vehicle had kept overheating. She’d added more and more water and finally antifreeze to the rad, but it hadn’t really surprised her when the damn thing sprung a sizable leak. While she could keep stopping and topping up the fluid for a day, in this heat, it would’ve been a futile gesture. Heavy-hearted, giving in to the inevitable, she’d pulled into Estevan looking for a garage, praying she wouldn’t lose too much precious time.

Why hadn’t she looked at the rad more closely before starting out on this damn trip? She’d replaced the condenser and the water pump, why on earth had she overlooked the rad? Hours stuck in the middle of nowhere after that tractor-trailer had jackknifed just outside of Sault Ste Marie had cost her a day, and now this. She’d had to cancel two reservations and skip that extra night in Winnipeg, just to get back on schedule..

Thankfully, the local garage owner had been able to lay his hands on a used radiator, but it had taken him most of the day to replace hers. She’d hated sitting around doing nothing while he worked on her baby, but what could she do? She’d had a good look at his work when she’d used his pen to sign her name on the credit card receipt, a charge she could ill afford.

stormTraffic was light this morning as he moved quickly along the secondary road. Glancing east, she noted the black clouds on the horizon. They seemed to be moving fast–too fast– and she cringed. She hated storms, and those clouds promised a thunder boomer at the very least.

Damn! She’d hoped to make it to Saskatoon this morning, but that probably wasn’t going to happen. She needed to get off the road before the rain caught up with her. She shivered thinking of the footage she’d seen on last night’s news coverage. There’d been a series of killer tornadoes in the American Midwest. Hopefully, this storm front wasn’t part of that.

The road sign said Regina sixty kilometers.  She shook her head. “At this speed, Matilda, that’s forty minutes away. I don’t think we’re going to make it.”

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Look Who Dropped By Today: Melinda De Ross

Hello. Happy Civic Holiday to all my Ontario friends. I know people out west have a holiday today as well, but I’m not sure what it’s called, since the name varies from province to province.

It’s my pleasure to day to bring back an old friend. In addition to being a gifted author, Melinda designs book covers and has done four of them for me–The Price of Honor, The Captain’s promise, Holiday Magic and The Perfect Choice. 

Today, Melinda shares some information from one of her best selling Coriola series Mirage Beyond Flames and Dante’s Amulet.

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Mirage Beyond Flames:

 Gerard Leon and Linda Coriola fight for the same cause. The attractive, noble, dedicated French doctor and the beautiful, sensitive Italian sculptress both donate their time and money to Hope – a clinic for children’s cancer research and treatment.

From the moment they meet, even the air between them crackles with intense attraction. But her past makes it difficult for Gerard to understand her scars and battle with her demons.

In search of a cure for cancer and armed with an innovative treatment themselves, they leave for Transylvania, that enigmatic land hidden in the heart of the Carpathians.

There they get lost and have a bizarre  experience in the Hoia-Baciu forest, nicknamed The Romanian Bermuda Triangle due to all the inexplicable paranormal phenomena happening in its depths.

But no one believes them, because they don’t have any proof of said experience. Or do they?…

*Mirage Beyond Flames is the sister-story of Dante’s Amulet.


Purchase links: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=1024&zenid=h6rmp3p6rg3lk4p62lvvtg80s3


Dante’s Amulet:


Italian businessman Giovanni Coriola and English target-shooting trainer Sonia Galsworthy have only two things in common—a sizzling chemistry and no desire for commitment. When they meet in London, the world starts spinning faster and they quickly become addicted to each other. The incendiary passion between them skyrockets into smoldering, once-in-a-lifetime love.

Just as they thought they had things settled, a strange discovery triggers a mysterious spiral of events that puts their lives in danger more than once, with no apparent reason.

What connection could there be between an ancient amulet, a secret society and the long-dead poet Dante Alighieri? A sinister, complicated conspiracy that gradually catches up with the characters. And of course, one last twist before the ending.

*Dante’s Amulet is a follow-up of Mirage Beyond Flames.


Purchase links: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=1071



 About the Author:

Author photoMelinda De Ross (real name Anca-Melinda Coliolu) is an international author of Romanian origin. She writes in two languages, and her books combine the elegance specific to the European style with the modern appeal of the American culture. Her favorite genre to read and write in is Romance, and anytime she prefers to watch a classic movie instead of going to a noisy club.

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Reviews By Sue: Seducing His Senator by Elle Marlow

booksGood morning and welcome to this week’s review.This morning, I’d like to introduce you to Elle Marlow. Elle is a prolific writer with eleven books to her credit including her highly popular Native American romances, One Hundred Horses, The Shaman’s Song, Children of the Horse, and Josey’s Mountain. 

Born and raised in the city, albeit a small one, as I was, I know virtually nothing about ranches and horses beyond the fact that the few times I actually rode a horse, my butt hurt like the dickens, and I was less than enchanted with the scent. That doesn’t stop me from enjoying a well-crafted Western romance. There is no doubt in my mind whatsoever that Elle not only knows what she’s talking about when she writes in this genre, her love of horses and ranching comes though clearly. Such is the case with Seducing His Senator.

About the book:

Shackled… Senator Vivian LeMasters is Arizona’s favorite and most talked-about politician. Her ethics and sexy charisma might win over the voters—but not the ‘establishment.’ They can’t wait to see her fall from her pedestal. She won’t risk her career for anything—even love.

Scandalized… Blackmailed into a plot to end Vivian’s career. Cowboy Brock Barone is supposed to wrap the young senator in a sex scandal—not fall in love. Now he has to choose; seduce her for love or betray her for money.

Seduced… Phoenix gets hotter when the sun goes down.

My Review: 5 stars

Without a doubt, this is a wonderful easy-to-read book that not only provides you with the romance, but carries you beyond the main plot to that AWWW feel good moment of a true love story.

515nrGHfLAL._SX324_BO1,204,203,200_I was fortunate enough to see this book develop from a sample first chapter to the currently published novel, and I was truly impressed with Marlow’s talent as a writer and storyteller. The suspense builds beautifully and believably. At one point early in the story, I actually though the hero might be a bad guy. SHIVERS!

My heart went out to Vivian within the first few pages of the book as I imagined what it must be like to live your life in a glass house where all of your actions, no matter how simple, were held up to public criticism.  Similarly, I ached for Brock, the son of a soldier fighting PTSD who has to cope with his father’s illness as well as the ranch and its problems which include a truly hateful uncle. As they say, you can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your relatives.

The romance is fulfilling, the suspense thrilling, and the ending both surprising and satisfying. I highly recommend you pick up a copy today.

Seducing His Senator is available from Amazon

Mid Week Tease: Eloisia, Episode One: Stowaway

MWTease15Good morning. Welcome to another session of the Mid Week tease. As always, thanks go out to Sandra Bunino and all of the regular participants and readers who make this possible. You are my inspiration and my support.

Last week, I stepped out of my comfort zone and posted a sci-fi story I’d been working on. My hubby is a sci-fi aficionado, so I thought it might be nice to write something he’d like. I was so amazed by the response I got, that I’ve decided to finish it, or in this case begin it. Eloisia,a post-apocalyptic space opera as they’re called, will follow the exploits of Space Marine Colonel Jim Striker and the passengers and crew of the Intergalactic Peace Council Ship, Alpha Explorer. Lost in time and space, they travel through uncharted space looking for a suitable planet to call home. Inspired by all of the sci-fi series I have enjoyed over the years, I hope I can do justice to them.

Eloisia, will be written as a series of episodes similar to the way television series is made-recurring characters, long term goals, and regular crises to keep the viewer, or in my case, reader coming back. Each episode will be between 10 and 12,000 words long, and I intend to have at least the first one up for sale by the end of August.

Here’s the premise:

Earth is gone. In the year 3015, in an effort to save what little humanity they can, six ships carrying three thousand humans and animals, similar in some ways to Noah’s Ark, set out beyond the known galaxy, searching for a new home. Alpha Explorer, commanded by Colonel Jim Striker, is one of those ships, and the five hundred men and women aboard are his responsibility. In cryogenic stasis, the captain, his crew and his passengers are unaware that another faction believing in Doomsday and the end of time, has sabotaged the ships, determined that humanity cease to exist when its planet does. Now, it’s his job to save as many people as he can, find the traitors aboard his vessel, and finish the mission–a piece of cake for a dedicated space marine.

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Opening his eyes, he gazed out at the ceiling that seemed farther away than he expected and wondered where the hell he was. It took him a few moments to identify the cryotube designed to keep him alive during the long space voyage. He and Vic shouldn’t have had that last drink before getting into their tubes. Judging from what he saw above him, he was in the wrong one. Oh, well. That didn’t seem to matter now. He smiled. They’d done it. They’d found a new home for humanity.

Taking a deep breath of surprisingly fresh air, he tried to flex his stiff muscles. His slight movement was all the tube’s computer needed to open the casing so he could sit up. The dizziness and nausea associated with space sickness swamped him. As a space marine, he’d logged thousands of hours aboard ship, but this was the first time he’s been in cryogenic stasis for more than a couple of years at a time. No doubt the queasiness he felt could be attributed to that as well.

Moving slowly, he raised himself up to a full sitting position and looked around. Beside him, the indicators on Vic Anders, his Science Officer and Second-in-Command’s tube, flashed as it went through the reanimation process.

“Alpha, this is Colonel Jim Striker, authorization code two seven six beta tau omega. I’m taking control of the ship. Acknowledge and respond.”

“Voice pattern recognition engaged. Authorization code two seven six beta tau omega recognized. Colonel James Striker of the United World Marine Service. Command restored to you as per protocols. Are you in distress?”

“I’m a little dizzy and nauseous, but otherwise, I’m fine. What’s the date?”


He frowned. “What the hell do you mean unknown?”

“The chronometers are not functioning.”

“Explain. Why are they not working?”


Striker cursed silently. This was why he hated computers, even super-duper, semi-humanoid ones. “I know you aren’t much of a conversationalist, Alpha, but you’ve got to give me more than that. Was that why you reanimated me? Has the ship been damaged?” A meteor storm or other space accident might account for a malfunction.

“Unknown. I did not activate your cryotube, Colonel Striker. It was preprogramed to open.”

“Have we reached our destination?” The cryotube was designed to open automatically when they entered the Eden galaxy, the place they hoped to find Eloisia, the new planet they’d call home. It also activated in an emergency, and he was afraid this might be the latter case.


Damn! Alpha Explorer, and her five sister ships, had been built secretly by the Intergalactic Peace Council, made up of humans and aliens who didn’t want to see the end of humanity. Controlled by one of the fastest, most complex android mind of its time, capable of thinking and reacting to any situation within nanoseconds, the fact she was currently unable to explain what the hell was happening didn’t bode well. Things were looking worse by the second.

Moving slowly but surely, Striker stood, noted he wasn’t wearing any clothes, reached for the thin metallic sheet that had covered him in the tube, and wrapped it around his waist. He wasn’t exactly sure what Alpha was, but he wasn’t in the mood to provide her with a peep show. Vic had shown him the robotic body she could enter when necessary, and machine or not, she’d been hot. Until he knew more about the way she functioned, he’d keep his private parts just that. Stepping away from the tube, his head pounded the way it had when he’d been on that four day drinking binge just after he’d been given command of the mission.

“Okay, what do you know?”

“Colonel, many of my systems appear to be offline,” Alpha said in the calm voice that belied the terror her words produced. “We are moving at ten sols, but there is no course programmed into my navigational controls.”

“How the hell did that happen?” He looked over at Vic’s unit and wished the lights would quit flashing so that the tube would open. Snafus like this were his expertise.


Damn! Didn’t that overblown, supposedly incredible, hunk of circuits have any other words in its vocabulary? Ten sols meant they were moving ten times faster than the speed of light, much faster than the ship should be travelling. What was going on here? None of this made any sense. Maybe his brain was still in low gear, but he distinctly remembered programing a destination into the navigational controls.

Along with the other ships crews, they’d boarded their vessel at the secret base on the far side of Mars, where they’d believed themselves safe from an attack by those religious nuts who expected humanity to roll over and play dead. Creator’s wishes, my ass. Obviously, they’d miscalculated, and there’d been a snake in their Eden.

After two weeks of working and planning, the ship’s passengers and crew had entered the cryogenic tubes for the deep sleep necessary to leave the galaxy. Six ships had set out on the mission with six different destinations. Three thousand humans hoping to save their species. In the event a ship found a suitable planet, they’d contact the others. One of them had to make it. Humanity had to survive.

The civilians aboard had been put to sleep first, then the science team, and finally the other eighteen members of his command crew, leaving him and Vic to batten the hatches for the long voyage.

Assuring themselves that everything was ready for the long trip beyond the Pandora cluster, he and Vic had entered the tubes, turned control of the ship over to Alpha, and activated the cryogenics. At that time, they’d had a destination. If they’d all been frozen, who’d programed the changes and why?

“Colonel, I am unable to download my consciousness to my android body.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“It is missing.”

“Vic must know where your body is. How long before he awakes?”

“Commander Anders should be awake now. I have provided the necessary energy and vitamin beverage to stabilize your anatomical functions. You must consume it all.”

“Yes, Mother. Will do as soon as I get Vic out of bed.”

“I am not your mother.”

“It’s a joke, Alpha. I thought they programed you with a sense of humor.”

“That subroutine is currently offline.”

Great. He shook his head. Just what they needed a super-serious malfunctioning computer. Walking over to the second tube, he pressed the open button. “Alright, you stupid son of a bitch, get out of my bed. Alpha says we’re lost, and she can’t find her body…”

The tube’s casing opened, cutting him off mid-word. Staring in horror at the shriveled, mummified remains of what had been his best friend, he vomited.

“What the hell happened to him?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper, his stomach still spasmming, the tang of vomit assaulting his nose adding to his discomfort.


Panic filled him. What if he were the only one alive? Swallowing the bile threatening to choke him, he moved over to check the other tubes encasing the frozen bodies of his command crew. He checked the controls, reassured when he looked through the small glass plates on each one and saw his crew’s healthy faces.

“Colonel, I have finished my analysis. Cryotube 1 tube malfunctioned early in the journey, but I cannot currently explain why.”

At least she hadn’t said “unknown.” He pursed his lips and took several deep breaths hoping to calm himself. He was the one who should’ve been in that tube. “Are there any other tubes that malfunctioned?”


God, he could grow to hate that word.

“A number of my basic functions have been disabled. Please consume the energy drink I’ve provided. Your heart beat is accelerated and irregular.”

“Of course it is. For god’s sake, I just found my best friend dead, and all you can do is say unknown? How’s that going to help? And don’t you dare say ‘unknown’ again,” he shouted, swiping at the tears spilling down his cheeks. Vic had been like a brother to him.

The ammonia scent of the automatic deck cleaner assaulted his nose as the ship cleaned up his mess. No sense getting mad at Alpha. Whatever had happened to Vic wasn’t her fault. Stepping over to the replicator, he wished he had a gallon of water to drink to clean the taste of vomit from his mouth. No time for a pity party now. Stepping over to the replicator, he took out the glass filled with a pale, yellow, opaque liquid and downed it. It wasn’t as unpleasant as he thought it would be, and he did feel slightly better. “Can you bring life support up to normal parameters for the ship?”

“Affirmative. I began the process as soon as you activated me. Oxygen levels on the command deck and officer quarter levels are optimal. Replicators are online.”

“Activate cryotubes three to twenty. Contact me when the process is done. I’m going to my quarters to get dressed. Begin self-diagnostic. Report to me when you know what’s working and what’s not.”

“Yes, Colonel. Cryotubes activated. Beginning self-diagnostic. This may take some time. I appear to have a number of disabled systems.”

Sighing, hoping everyone else came through the reanimation sequence properly, he headed out of the command nursery as Vic had jokingly called the bay where their cryotubes were stored…

That’s it for today. I’d love to hear your comments.

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Look Who Dropped By Today: L. Marie

ReclaimMyHart_MEDIt’s always a pleasure to welcome back an old friend. Today, my guest is SCP author, L. Marie, here to tell you about her newest release, Reclaim My Hart, Book Two of the Hart Brothers Series, a contemporary erotic short story.  

About the Book: 

Boyd Hart is content with his life. He’s a licensed contractor who has a way with wood. He and his brothers, are rehabbing an old farmhouse. Imagine his surprise when the first love of his life, Sunshine O’Hare, returns to Haydensburg and buys the house before it’s even finished. Old feelings are rekindled, and Boyd’s ready to burn.

Sunshine O’Hare is a woman on a mission. A mission to seduce the first person she’d ever loved. They had fallen in love as teenagers and she’s carried the torch into adulthood. She had to walk away from him fifteen years earlier and she wants back into his life. She can only hope he’s a willing participant in her grand scheme.

Desire comes quickly. Will they light a fire? Or had the flames fizzled out fifteen years ago?

Excerpt :

The hours ticked by, and he thought perhaps there had been a change of plans and Sunshine wouldn’t come around. The afternoon sun slanted through the windows. He glanced at his watch. Only three o’clock.

A stack of two-by-fours that he had marked earlier needed cut to length or ripped, so he started that task. The repetitive action of placing a board on his chop saw, cutting through it, and then tossing it aside became cathartic. His mind emptied of everything except his love of carpentry. The whine of the saw. The sawdust flying in every direction. It calmed him.

A hand landed on his shoulder, and he completed the cut he was doing. Then, he spun around, expecting to see one of his men.

Instead, his heart leapt into his throat.


He needed a moment to gather himself so he turned off his saw and laid the most recent board on the pile. After taking a deep breath, he faced her. “Hi,” he began.

That was as far as he got.

Suddenly, Boyd found himself securely in a bear hug. Her ample breasts were crushed against his chest. At a loss, he awkwardly returned the embrace, lightly patting her back.

She released him. “Sorry. I just planned on saying hello and shaking your hand. But…” She toed the floor with the tip of her shoe. “I guess I became overwhelmed.”

He smiled. Sunshine had grown into the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. She’d gained maybe only an inch or two height-wise, leaving her at roughly five-foot five-inches. But gone were the straight lines. A shapely, hourglass figure had replaced them. The billowing, multi-colored skirt she wore enhanced the curve of her hips, and the hot pink of her tank top did little to hide the lushness of her full breasts. Even the bright pink polish that adorned her toenails, left bare by the open toe of her sandals, turned him on.

Boyd was afraid all his blood would rush to a certain part of his anatomy. “You’ve changed,” he finally managed.

She glanced down at herself and chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I have. I’m not the stick figure I was when I left.”

“No. You definitely do not have a stick figure.”

She giggled again, and Boyd’s heart thudded hard in his chest. Just as it had the day she had told him she was leaving. When he’d realized she was much more than a friend.

And now, he wanted. Wanted to be with her on a level far beyond mere friendship. He locked gazes with hers, and soon, the pull of her turquoise-colored eyes began to drag him in.

He’d never been so drawn to a woman. Sure, he’d seen plenty of pretty ones, but the woman standing before him made the rest look homely and common. He didn’t understand how Sunshine could enrapture him by nothing more than being in close proximity, but the need to gather her to him again almost became more than he could take.

Instead, he’d admire her from afar.

However, she was a temptress, and he had a feeling he’d give in to temptation eventually.

But he was good with that.

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Author Bio:

I live in Pennsylvania just a hair shy of the Maryland border. I live with a family I adore which includes two furry feline children and a furry canine daughter.

In my spare time, I’m more than likely watching television. I watch Bones, Blue Bloods, NCIS:New Orleans, or some sort of car show like Wheeler Dealers.

I’m a huge sports fan, football in particular. During the fall/winter, I’m watching Notre Dame or Penn State on Saturdays and the Saints or Colts on Sunday.

I’ve been known to have my nose buried in a book. Nora Roberts/JD Robb and Clive Cussler are favorites of mine. I know, I know…Clive Cussler isn’t a romance author. The man can weave a tale of adventure like no other!

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Tuesday Tales: Hello Again: Bloom

Badge for TT - very small (1)Good morning. It’s great to be back in saddle so to speak. This week’s word, is bloom.

I’ve picked up Hello Again where I left off.  Here it is. Enjoy.

fhq_medium5-238x300Bill reluctantly turned off the cruiser’s AC as he pulled into a parking spot in front of the File Hills Qu’Appelle Tribal Council offices. Stern-faced Emile Martin, Tribal Chairperson and Chief of the Carry the Kettle Nation, stood outside the council building next to the giant teepee out front, and from the scowl on his face and the stiff way he held himself, Bill knew the elderly man wasn’t a happy camper. Beside him, four other men wearing their formal eagle feather headdresses, smoked and chatted amongst themselves.

Break time. Great. He’d hoped the only one he’d have to deal with was Martin, but it looked as if the gang was all here.

There was Lavelle of the Little Black Bear, Crow from the Pasqua, Riel form the Standing Buffalo, and Sanschagrin from the Star Blanket. No doubt the other six had chosen to stay indoors out of the heat. Dakota, Nakota, and Lakota—east, central, and western nations originally all under the Sioux—were now so distinct and disparate that one nation couldn’t understand the language of the other. He chuckled—and how was that any different from Canadian English and British English or even the Australian or American versions? People drifted apart as necessity demanded and evolved accordingly.

The Nakota, or Stoney nation as some referred to them, had separated themselves from the Sioux hundreds of years ago, and moved from their ancestral lands in what was now Minnesota to take up residence in Alberta, Saskatchewan, and Manitoba. Recently, they and their Assiniboine cousins in Montana and North Dakota were discussing the benefits of reclaiming their Sioux affiliation. In the original language, Dakota, Lakota, and Nakota, meant friend or ally, but over the years, the various groups had become enemies competing for the same assets for survival.

It was nice to think they’d reunite again. Bill was all for family harmony and peace, probably because that was the one thing lacking in his own life. A half-breed, as he’d been called in his early years in foster care, he had one foot in each nation—Metis, was a nicer way to put it, but he’d grown up belonging nowhere. No one knew who’d left the hours-old infant in a basket, wrapped in a woven blanket proclaiming his native ancestry, on the floor of the ER at Regina General, but his hair color and eye color along with his skin tone told its own story. There were few red-haired, green-eyed First Nations people in the area, and despite the blanket, woven in a traditional Sioux design and several years old, none of the local tribes had claimed the child. He’d been raised as a crown ward, placed in a foster home, but never adopted. The red tape around such a venture was too long and thick for anyone to attempt.

Seeing Martin walk toward the cruiser snapped Bill out of his blue moment and he got out of the car.

“Constable Murdock,” Martin said. “Commander Anderson called and said you were coming. Nice to see you again.” He held out his hand. “Hot enough for you?”

Bill chuckled. “Definitely. You’re looking well, old friend. I heard you had a little trouble last winter. I thought you’d have retired to spend your days fishing with your grandsons.”

“I do that, but in this heat, even the fish are having a hard time keeping cool. Besides, Sandra tells me we’re in for a storm this afternoon, and I’d rather be in my own home than out on the river if it strikes. That old woman says there’s a tornado coming. My people know she’s right far more often than the weather forecaster in Regina.”

“Well if your wife says there’s a twister coming, I’d better get your statement and get the hell back to the city.”

He looked over at the flower beds in front of the building, the various native plants, including the Saskatoon lily all in bloom.

“I see your granddaughter’s green thumb at work here.”

“Laurie is gifted that way. The land speaks to her as it did to our ancestors.” He raised his hand and pushed his headdress off his forehead. “The doctors in Regina fixed me right up last winter and put a stent in my heart, but this old man gets tired. Especially in this heat. Come inside. I’ll have Leo take my place for a while—they’re discussing the wisdom of opening a casino on the reservation. He knows more about that than I do anyway.”

Bill followed the chief to his offices and waited while he removed his eagle bonnet and set it on the stand.

“I think my ancestors must’ve had stronger neck muscles if they wore these for days on end.” He opened the mini-fridge and handed Bill a bottle of water. “Sit.”

Taking the bottle and mumbling his thanks, Bill opened it and half-drained it in one gulp. He pulled out his pen and notebook. “So can you tell me what happened?”

“You should really talk to Shirley Smoke. She’s the one who shot at them, scared them away, so she said, but she lost a calf and half her garden. I guess they decided to have a barbecue while they were there. The men rounded up the rest of her cattle, but the loss of that animal hit her hard. She didn’t say much except that there were a dozen of them, on big motorcycles, but one left this behind.”

Martin reached into his bottom desk drawer, pulled out a plastic bag containing a man’s shirt, and handed it to him. Bill opened the bag and took out the shirt, wrinkling his nose at the stench.

“Whew, this guy must’ve been a little ripe. I’m sure the lab can pull DNA from this. Was Shirley hurt?”

“No, but she’s afraid they’ll come back. I’ve parked a Tribal Council police car out there since it happened, but I think they’ve moved on.”

Bill pursed his lips. The logo of the Madre Diablo motorcycle group was one he recognized. A nasty offshoot of Hell’s Angels, the Diablos got off on doing as much damage as they could wherever they could. No place was off limits to them, and they seemed to target Reserves and small holdings. If Shirley Smoke thought they’d be back, she was right, and if they held a grudge against her for spoiling their fun… He flipped his notebook shut. “Where’s Shirley’s place? I’ll go over and talk to her, check out the damage for myself, and get pictures.”

“She’s three miles east of town on the river road. My wife tried to get her to come into town, but she’s a stubborn one. Eighty-three next month.”

Bill stood and held out his hand. “I can’t promise we’ll catch them, but if they’re still in Canada, every RCMP officer will be on the lookout for them.”

“Thank you,” Martin said holding out his hand and escorting him from the office.

Bill returned to the squad car and frowned. The clear blue eastern sky he’s seen on the horizon was replaced by ominous black clouds. The easterly wind blew in his face, but the breeze carried no relief. If anything, it was hotter than the air around him. The FMTC banner snapped smartly in the brisk breeze. For thousands of years, these people and their ancestors had relied on the buffalo for everything from food to shelter and clothing. The Council had chosen the buffalo, a calf inside the larger figure surrounded by hoof marks as their logo because the animal represented strength and survival. It was a good choice. Opening the car door, he stood back as the superheated air gushed out, and then entered the vehicle, amazed the steering wheel hadn’t melted in the heat. He’d go out to Shirley’s have a look around, and then head back to Regina. East winds always brought the worst storms.

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Reviews By Sue: To Live Again by V.L.Edwards

booksGood morning. Hope your Sunday is shaping up to be a wonderful day. It’s been a while since I’ve brought you book suggestions and reviews, but thanks to my recent holidays, I’ve had the opportunity to do some phenomenal reading. Over the next few Sundays, I hope to inspire you to pick up some of these great books, written by a variety of newer and established authors, showcasing their remarkable talents.

As many of you know, I’m an eclectic writer. I flit from genre to gene like a butterfly sampling nectar from a variety of plants. My reading tastes are similar, since I tend to read what I like to write, but I’ve begun to spend more time outside of my reading and writing boxes than in them, and I’m very glad I have. There are some excellent books out there to consider and enjoy. These reviews are in chronological order based on the order in which I read the books.

51ZoIDa0IXL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_I’m going to begin my summer reviews with To Live Again, an erotic historical novella by author V.L. Edwards. This author works with Secret Cravings Publishing, one of my publishers. This was her first foray into the world of erotic romance and while I’m no expert, I think she’s done an excellent job of it.

I’ve long been a fan of historical romance, but this one packed a whole lot of surprises, and I enjoyed it a lot. I’m a sucker for injured, scarred heroes as you all know, so the gorgeous Warren DeWinter, widowed Earl of Broadmoor fit the bill perfectly.

Here’s the premise:

Warren DeWinter, the Earl of Broadmoor, a widower, with a young son, grieves for his late wife. Warren hunts for his pleasures on the streets of London, rather than the ballrooms of the ton. On his monthly excursion, he meets a young woman he believes is a lady of the evening. What he finds…is an untried virgin, desperate to feed her brother and sister.

When Warren bribes Amelia’s tale from of her, he finds that not only did he take her innocence, she’s a gentlewoman. He feels compelled to marry her. Determined to protect his wife’s memory, he only spends time with Amelia in the bedchamber, where passion threatens to burn them up. However, Amelia’s determined to win his affections by lavishing love on his son. Will Warren be able to resist Amelia’s beguiling ways? Can Amelia bring the walls surrounding his heart crashing down, allowing Warren…to live again.

My Review:5 stars

To fully appreciate this review, you have to realize that while I’d read the book blurb when I got the book, I didn’t look at it again before reading the story. For the record, I rarely do, letting the plot grab me as the story unfolds. Whether I’m reading as a beta reader for fellow authors or as a reviewer, I prefer to let the book surprise me. Sometimes, I get more than I bargained for!

You only have to look at the cover to realize this isn’t going to be your typical early nineteenth century romance, in fact, the blindfold put me in mind of a BDSM novel, not my favorite type of reading, but because I believe it’s wrong to judge a book by its cover, I continued reading, and am I ever glad I did because the book is full of surprises.

The first few pages had me convinced this was a murder novel a la Jack the Ripper–strange man haunting the streets of London looking for a red-headed hooker–what did he have in mind? Was he looking for a particular fallen woman? He’s about to give up when along comes the prey–a sweet soul, quiet, possibly out of her element, and scared. She should be! What the heck do you think you’re doing, woman?

But then, instead of the grizzly murder I’d expected, there is the first of many well-written, love scenes, not really BDSM, but they do involve a blindfold and restraints, but not for punishment purposes– they are there out of the hero’s fear and self-loathing, the agony he lives with each and everyday as he attempts to keep anyone from touching him. I was hooked.

The next surprise came when the lovely lady wasn’t an experienced courtesan down on her luck I’d thought her to be, but a virgin who’d sold her maidenhead for a measly ten pounds. It was obvious this turn of events stunned the hero, not enough to slow him down completely, but he did try to make things better for her.

A gentleman, DeWinter goes out for breakfast and surprises the young woman getting ready to leave with the money he’d left on his dresser. Ignoring the fact that she’d taken the money, (which she’d done innocently, and incidentally I thought he’d up and left and they’d meet again in the story under other circumstances giving light to a whole embarrassed scene) he gets Amelia to confess the reasons behind her drastic actions. Because of who she is, a guilty conscience, and a sexual appetite he can’t quite suppress, he  takes her back to her rooms to collect the brother and sister for which she sold the only thing of value she had left, deals with a thoroughly obnoxious landlady, and offers Amelia marriage in exchange for the fact that he’s ruined her. Bearing in mind the mores of the day, this is actually very noble of him. He could’ve shrugged it off. After all, he’d been using women this way monthly for three years, but there’s something about Amelia that makes him go the distance instead. Class distinction was alive and well at the time.

There’s the set up. Since she was willing to sell her body to pay the rent and put food on the table, the fact that she agrees to marry a rich stranger who can make her body do things she’d never imagined is beautifully set up and in keeping with the tradition of this type of historical romance. I loved Amelia’s grit and determination.I expected more conflict, possibly a scene where the way they met would come out, maybe even  inappropriate actions on the part of Warren’s womanizing friend, but all in all, the fact that these plot threads weren’t explored didn’t take away from my appreciation of the story.

To Live Again is a beautifully crafted story of love and redemption. It is set in the early part of the nineteenth century, with excellent descriptions and well-written dialogue. The characters are well-rounded and as a reader, I found myself hoping Amalia would succeed in her campaign to win her husband’s love. The paranormal twist at the end is surprising, but it just added a sense of completion to the tale. I’d recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a happily ever after tale with more than a taste of spice to it.

You can get a copy of To Live Again from Amazon


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