Mid Week Tease, I’m Late! A look at Tall, Dark and Wealthy.

MWTease15Hello, everyone. I’m late today, because I got so caught up in the White Iris, which is almost finished and ready for the editor, that I skipped this item on my to do list.

I got my official RWA PAN pin this morning,another thing to brighten my day.

On Monday, Just For The Weekend was released as part of the Tall, Dark, and Wealthy Collection, a group of 8 full-length novels with rich men as heroes. We do like a man with money.

Here’s the blurb. 

Dashing, handsome, and with money to burn . . . It’s a devastatingly sexy combination for these eight successful and commanding heroes as they search for the women who make their lives richer with laughter, passion, and love.

  • The Tycoon’s Wager: To boost ratings and save her radio show, agony aunt CJ Stratt has no choice but to agree to a series of publicity dates with London’s renowned playboy, Jack Harper. Jack knows seduction, but he has no idea how to love. Love is CJ’s business, yet she’s never been seduced. Can they find their way to a happily ever after?
  • Just for the Weekend: Multimillionaire Sam Mason is sick of gold diggers. When he meets a role-playing kindergarten teacher at a sci-fi convention in Vegas, she seems like the real thing. Then – surprise! – he wakes up married to this sexy stranger . . . only to find his new bride has vanished. Is he looking for a swindler or the love of his life?
  • An Inconvenient Love: To expand his real estate business, Luca Castellioni needs an English-speaking secretary and a wife, so he strikes a bargain with the first pretty face to cross his path. But now Sophia Stevens fascinates him, and he wants more marriage and not so much convenience in their agreement. Too bad his wife has reconstructed her own life, without him. Can love overcome the obstacles between them?
  • Heart of Design: Hollywood playboy Ian O’Connor has women falling at his feet, but interior designer Sophie Hartland refuses to be one of them. Sophie’s a refreshing change from the actress wannabes trying hop aboard Ian’s new gravy train of success. But is her disinterest just an Oscar-worthy act?51UGRV7Dk8L._SY402_BO1,204,203,200_
  • Hiding from Hollywood: When movie producer Ethan Walker walks into Abby’s diner, she’s terrified. The last thing she wants is her name connected with his when her life is now about hiding from the tabloids. But when she’s left without a safe place to stay, Ethan offers her sanctuary in his home, and Abby must decide whether she can finally stop running and trust Ethan with her secret.
  • The Spanish Acquisition: When multibillionaire business mogul Carlos meets struggling art student Lily on vacation in the Dominican Republic, sparks fly. But can they overcome their differences as well as a mix-up of mistaken identity?
  • Fearless Love: Jake Colt has no interest in handling the Carmichael winery acquisition, but he has little choice considering the business agreement he made with his father. Madison Carmichael refuses to let this interloper take what belongs to her family, no matter what passions he stirs in her heart. When two opposing forces clash, sparks are bound to fly . . .
  • High Octane: Fueled: Maddux Bates’s Formula One career needs an overhaul this season – not the scandal of an affair with a multimillionaire sponsor’s girlfriend. But there’s more to Brynn Douglas’s story – and motivations – than meets the eye, and the flame between them burns hot. Falling in love on the F1 circuit is a crash course in adrenaline.

Right now, the bundle is on sale for only 71 cents US and available from all Amazon  outlets.

A tease from Just for the Weekend.

Just for the Weekend cover.Cleo left the relative security of the booth, intensely aware of the eyes tracking her progress as she crossed the exhibit hall and headed to the concourse. She knew her Cardassian’s gaze was among those she felt, but other leers made her cringe and want to wrap herself in the nearest tablecloth. Just because her costume was revealing didn’t give those men the right to judge her and make some of the assumptions they obviously had.

As soon as she could get away from the convention, she’d go back to her room and get dressed. Who says clothes don’t make the woman? She’d moved freely through the hotel yesterday and had never felt as vulnerable as she did tonight. Even when she’d been by the pool in her new bikini, she’d felt more in control than she did now. This costume was a pain. Her feet were cold and no doubt filthy, the paint itchy, and to make matters worse the damn outfit seemed to bring out the worst in men. While she’d been warm enough in the booth, she was freezing out here.

She squared her shoulders, swallowed her annoyance, and followed the signs pointing to her destination. She felt uncomfortable in the isolated, narrow hallway. When the she reached the washroom and entered it, she breathed a sigh of relief and closed herself into a stall.

Afterward she tried to rearrange herself, stuffing her boobs back into the skimpy top and praying they’d stay there. She stared at herself in the mirror. If someone knew her, she supposed they might recognize her, but the shimmering green make-up did make her look otherworldly. Although she’d seen dozens of girls in costumes similar to her own, none of them seemed to attract the attention she did.

It has to be the shimmer Mitch has sprayed on me; that’s really the only difference.

She bent over, shook out her hair, and ran her fingers through the curls, trying to tame them into place. She reapplied her lipstick and stopped halfway through, remembering the touch of a stranger’s lips on hers.  Men didn’t walk up to her and kiss her like that. That only happened in the movies.

She shook her head and finished fixing her lipstick. She capped the tube and returned it to its hiding place. She took a deep breath. Time to get back out there before Mitch wondered if she’d bailed on her. The idea of sneaking up to the room and hiding there had an appeal of its own. Coward. She stuck her tongue out at her reflection and walked toward the exit.

She opened the door and moved quickly along the short hallway. She hadn’t realized how dark it was. She’d almost reached the concourse when a tall man dressed as a Romulan stepped in front of her. He had to outweigh her by a hundred pounds and stood a good five inches taller than she did. He moved closer to her, too close, invading her personal space, and the discomfort and anxiety she’d felt earlier filled her once more. Cleo stared into the man’s eyes. Show no fear.  She worked on controlling her breathing.

“Excuse me.” She tried to move around him. The men’s room was down here too. Maybe he just needed to go.

“Not so fast, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting to get you alone all night. I was going to talk to you earlier, but that Cardassian moved in on you before I could. You seem to have quite the fan club. Listen, how about you and me blow this place, and go have a little one-on-one fun?”

She smiled and hoped he couldn’t see the panic creeping up on her.  She could smell the booze on him. He’s just a bully, a big drunken bully. If you don’t show fear, he’ll back down. The words she’d repeated to her students echoed in her mind. She looked around. There were people nearby; if she screamed, someone would come to help her, right?  Damn, this place needs security guards or something to keep these jerks in line. She swallowed and bit her lower lip nervously.  Humor him. Treat him like you would a difficult student.

“That’s a tempting offer, but I have to get back. Please let me by. My friends are waiting for me.” No harm in letting him think she had more than one.

He laughed. “Friend, singular, and she’s busy with her books right now. I saw the way you reacted to the Cardassian’s kiss. You won’t convince me you play for the other team. I watched you playing gopher for the author. I’ll settle for a tonsil-licking like you gave that guy earlier.”

He moved even closer to her, and she backed away until she couldn’t move any farther. He put his arms against the wall on either side of her face and leaned into her.

Cleo, trapped between the wall and this stranger swallowed her terror, frowned, and assumed her strictest teacher glare, the one she reserved for older kids fighting in the schoolyard.

“I asked you to let me by. Don’t make me call for help.”

She hated the way her voice had started to tremble on the last word. Her heart pounded so loudly he could probably hear it.

“Like anyone would hear you with all this noise.” He reached out a hand, grabbed her by the neck, and pulled her close. “Okay, we’ll do it your way. I don’t mind rough play. Come on. Let me show you how much fun we could have. I’ve got money if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“How dare you! Get your filthy hands off me!”

Furious Cleo struggled, but the man was strong. Terror filled her. She kicked uselessly at his legs, but her bare feet couldn’t inflict any pain.  He was too close for her to knee him in the groin. He bowed his head, filling her nostrils with the scent of his sour breath.

“Hold still, bitch.” He growled, angry she was trying to fight him.

“I may not be the most observant man on Earth, but even I can tell the lady’s not interested. Let her go.”

The man’s voice was calm and cold, each word clearly enunciated, and the fury in it was palpable.

Cleo’s eyes flew open as the giant holding her relaxed his grip and turned around. The minute he did, she tried to pull away and see who’d come to her rescue. Her Cardassian stood within reach of the man and placed his hand on the Romulan’s shoulder. There was no mistaking his rage.

The Romulan immediately released her, and Cleo took a few steps away from both men. Her captor looked from the Cardassian to her and back again, and then smiled, probably sober enough to realize he wouldn’t win a fight with the man who stared at him. Her hero was at least two inches taller than he was, and where the Romulan’s weight was from fat, the Cardassian’s body bespoke muscle and strength.

“So that’s the way it is.” The Romulan laughed. “You can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“Are you all right?”

Deep brown eyes filled with concern looked into hers.

Cleo nodded, unable to speak with her throat clogged with conflicting emotions. It was the second time tonight he’d come to her rescue—the first time, when she’d been separated from Mitch on arrival, she hadn’t needed rescuing; after all, she’d only been across the room. He’d claimed a kiss as his reward. This time, she’d clearly needed his help. Still, she hated women who played the damsel in distress card even if it was warranted. She’d gladly give him another kiss now. She wouldn’t mind being in his arms regardless of the mistaken message a jerk like this guy might read in it. Sometime a girl just needed a hug.

The Cardassian looked at her would-be assailant. “I suggest you go to your room and sleep it off.”

“Relax, buddy, I just wanted some of what the lady’s been offering all night.”

“I must be blind. I didn’t see the lady offering you anything. What I do see is a woman in a costume, like any other costume tonight—yours and mine included—doing a job and trying to have a good time, which you’ve ruined.” The hostility in his words were unmistakable.

“Hey, relax.  I didn’t see a do not touch sign anywhere.”

“I take it you see it now?” His voice guaranteed violence if he didn’t get the right answer.

“I do, I most certainly do. My apologies.”

“Not to me, asshole. To her. If she wants to press charges for assault, I’ll back her up all the way, as will any number of people here who saw you maul her.”

His words drew Cleo’s attention to the crowd that had gathered around them. Mortified she looked from one man to the other. If looks could kill, her Cardassian’s were doing just that.

The Romulan blanched and looked at Cleo. “Sorry.”  He quickly turned on his heel and pushed his way through the crowd.

Shaken by what could have happened, horrified by the throng gathered at the end of the short hallway, Cleo straightened her spine. Put on your big-girl panties. It’s over. None of this was your fault.

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14.
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Tuesday Tales. Hello Again. This week’s word: GOLD

Badge for TT - very small (1)Hello, welcome back to another Tuesday Tales Day. While I’m up to my eyeballs in The White Iris, I knew you’d want to know how Charley’s doing.  So, here you go.

Finishing up in the bathroom, Charley wiped her hands on the snowy-white towel and opened the door. Bill stood there facing the room as if he were one of the Governor-General’s Footguards on duty. She could just imagine him in the red and black uniform, the bearskin hat pulled low on his brow, the golden chin strap in place.

She and Mike had loved walking around downtown Ottawa, and had often watched the changing of the guard, their amazing precision and control astounding her time after time. The room dissolved as the recollection of their last visit flashed before her eyes.

guard“It takes incredible self-control to stay still like that with the kids doing everything in their power to make you laugh,” Mike said. “I’d never cut it. I’d glare at the little buggers and lose my crap all over them—especially that one.” He’d pointed to a child kicking the guard in the shin. The man hadn’t even flinched.

Charley scowled. “Well, you can’t blame just the child. Parents need to take responsibility, too. If that were our child, he most certainly wouldn’t be doing that, and neither would I. I’ve got a good mind to go over there and tell her what I think of this.”

This had been videotaping the monster child at work. Before Charley could make good on her threat, and older man did just that—and not nearly as politely as she would have. When the crowd applauded the men’s words, the woman made an ignorant comment, reached for her son’s hand and walked away, yanking the kicking, screaming child behind her.

Bill turned and smiled, pulling her back into the here and now, Mike’s image fading once more.

“All done?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, swallowing her grief. Why were her memories always so pain-filled? “But you don’t have to carry me … maybe just let me lean on you…”

He chuckled, “And risk Shirley’s wrath? Never. She’s says you’re not to walk on it tonight, and believe me, her word is law. I’ve worked for lieutenants who weren’t as scary as she is.”

He winked, scooping her up into his arms as if she were weightless, and carrying her over to the table. As he crossed the room, she noted things had changed since her last visit. The animals and the hay were gone. The room smelled fresher, and the scent of homemade soup made her mouth water. Near the main door stood a pile of objects Charley recognized.

“My things,” she exclaimed. “You found some of my things. Did you find anything else?”

“I’m sorry,” Bill said. “That’s all I’ve been able to find so far. The back was ripped off the car, so whatever you had in there is scattered. This stuff was in the front or close to the back seat.”

Charley swallowed. “Was there a small metal box?”

“There was. It’s over here. Let me set you down, and I’ll get it. Your purse was there, too.”

toolboxCharley nodded too emotionally distraught to say anything. She hadn’t kept a lot, but the things she had brought with her were special—her grandmother’s china, silver, and crystal, no doubt smashed beyond recognition, silver candlesticks that had belonged to her mother, and the small appliances she’d need to set up housekeeping. The biggest loss was her toolbox, the one Mike had bought and filled as a wedding present. An unusual gift, but one that had touched Charley deeply. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

Bill placed her on the chair at the table where Shirley had put a large bowl of soup. Beside it, gold muffins, warm from the oven, tantalized her taste buds, and her physical body’s needs took over from her emotional ones.

“Here,” Bill said, placing the shoebox-sized metal tin next to her purse on the table beside her.

Opening her purse, she noted everything was still in it—her wallet, cosmetic case, and the minutia of everyday life she carried there. She unzipped the small inside pouch and took out a tiny key which she then used to open the box. Inside were the papers that mattered most—her passport, her teaching credentials, her letter of acceptance by the school board in Saskatoon, her wedding license, and Mike’s death certificate. Most importantly, on top of everything else was the USB drive with her pictures on it—everything from when she’d been born to those of her wedding to Mike. There was nothing newer. Her life had ended that day with his. A snapshot, the last one taken of the two of them together, seemed to jump out of the box, and Shirley reached for it.

“Were you able to find my phone?” she asked, wanting desperately to take back the photograph.

“I did, but the screen is smashed. I don’t know if they can salvage anything from it.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

Shirley scrutinized the picture she held. “I’ve seen him,” she said baldly. “He hasn’t a changed a bit.”

“What do you mean?” Charley asked. She knew for a fact Mike had never been out of Ontario before his death.

“He’s always with you, little one. He told me you were in trouble and sent us to save you. He wants you to stop mourning now and be happy.”

Bill looked over her shoulder and gasped.

“He looks enough like me to be my brother.”

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Cover Reveal: Pretend by Stacey Nash

Good morning, it’s my pleasure to join other bloggers in revealing Stacey hash’s newest book, PretendOxley College Saga, which is both a stand alone book and a companion piece.

Pretend EB (2)Book Blurb:

Life’s easy when everything’s fake.

Savannah West had it all: popularity, good grades and a family who loved her, but how quickly things can change. Living half a state away doesn’t stop the painful memories of her past ripping her heart in two. And sometimes lies are easier than coping with the truth.

The thing she didn’t bank on was Dane Beaumont. A blast from her horrendous past, he’s the last person she expected to run into at college … and it’s not just because he knows the truth. Hot as sin, he’s more off limits than generic brand clothing, but staying away isn’t easy when he insists on looking out for her. Dealing with the reality of idea of her place in the world, Savvy must face the guy who tears down all her carefully placed walls and pull herself together. It’s time to grow up

Release Date: November 26, 2015

 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25110683-pretend

Preorder Link:

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/pretend-…/id1046340622?mt=11

 

fAuthor Bio:

Writing for the young adult market, Stacey’s books are all adventure filled stories with a good dose of danger, a smattering of romance, and plenty of kissing! Her debut novel, Forget Me Not was released as a three book series through HarperCollins Australia during 2014 / 2015. And her Oxley College Series is available now.

Hailing from the Hunter Valley in New South Wales, she loves nothing more than immersing herself in the beauty and culture of the local area.

 

Links:

Author Website: www.stacey-nash.com

Twitter: @staceynash

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Mid Week Tease. Free Book Today: Eloisia Episode One Stowaway

MWTease15Good morning! It’s a beautiful, mild, sunny fall day in Eastern Ontario. Welcome to this week’s edition of the Mid Week Tease. Since it’s promotion time for me, I’m handing out gifts today.

Back in late August, I began a space opera called Eloisia as an anniversary gift for my husband. Lo and behold, quite a few people liked it, so I wrote Episode Two, Secrets in late September, and Episode Three, Sabotage in early November. This week, I’m giving away Episode One. With that in mind, I thought I’d give you a taste of what you can download free.

The Blurb:

Earth is gone. Colonel James Striker, space marine and captain of the Intergalactic Peace Council’s Explorer class ship, Eloisia, must find a new planet for the six hundred people aboard his vessel. Sounds easy enough. The coordinates are plotted, and he and the ship’s crew and passengers go into cryogenic sleep for the duration of the thousand-month trip—but something goes wrong.
When Striker awakes, the ship’s computer has malfunctioned. The vessel is racing through space, and he and those in his care are lost in time and place. One third of the passengers and crew are dead, their cryo units damaged and more than half the ship, including Engineering, is without atmosphere. Chief Engineer Mags Magregor works to repair Alpha, the advanced android computer running the ship. The sooner they can figure out where they are, the better.
Episode One: Stowaway
Marines searching the cargo bays discover two stowaways. Darla Edison doesn’t understand how she came to be aboard the Eloisia, but the camoid telepath will do whatever it takes to protect herself and Patrick … And if that means exposing her talent to others, so be it.

EloisiaFinal250x400Download your FREE copy here: As far as I can see, the sale works on all Amazon outlets. 

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I hope you’ll enjoy it!

This week’s tease.

“Got a minute?” Mags asked.

“For you, Mags, I’ve got all the time in the universe. What’s up?”

“I’ve finished examining the ship. A number of subroutines were embedded in Alpha’s computers, but most of them failed to activate because of redundant code specifically designed to prevent sabotage. Our air supply, food replicators, and regenerators are fine, but the fuel cells are at fifty percent, and the extra cells we had on board are gone. It looks like they were jettisoned into space.”

She fisted her hands at her side, her anger and frustration palpable. Her short, red hair, spiked along the top of her head, gave the illusion of fire, and her freckles stood out against her pale skin, disappearing into the apple-red staining her cheeks. Tall and lean, she reminded him of some Celtic warrior queen from mythology.

“The damn things were there the day before I went into that frigging tube.”

He nodded. It could be worse. “So what does that mean in terms of this ship and our chances of survival?” He had a rough idea, but she’d be able to give him the specifics just as well as a fully functional Alpha could.

“We should be okay for some time provided we stay at our current speed or less, and you don’t wake up too many more of the passengers, although when you do, there’ll be fewer of them than you expected. I recommend waking Dr. Frye, the astronomer. She could help Cruz map where we are. Alpha’s external sensors are all online now, but none of our star maps, including those we had of the Eden Galaxy, match anything within a thousand parsecs. I know Alpha’s frustrated since she can’t get into her body and help us, but I haven’t found it yet. I’m going to try and put something together from the spare parts we have aboard, but it won’t be anything like what she had. Once she’s got hands, she’ll be able to help.”

“Do the best you can. Check the passenger manifest. I’m certain there has to be a robotics expert in the science contingent. Wake him or her to help.” He pursed his lips, wished he could indulge in another java, and sighed. “From your comment about the passengers, I assume the medical team has finished checking the rest of the passenger cryotubes.”

She nodded, and Striker waited for the bad news.

“He has. I spoke to Clint before coming to see you. I’m supposed to remind you to show up in Sick Bay for your physical.”

“Right. Like I’ve got time for that now. What’s the damage?”

“We’ve lost 230 people, including six from the science team.”

Striker swallowed the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Since the Eloisia was an ark, everyone aboard had been selected for a reason. Some for their abilities, others for their talents. There were artists, craftsmen, farmers, technicians—every race and occupation needed to successfully keep humanity alive. Losing even one, was a heavy blow, but losing a full third was a disaster.

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13.

Tuesday Tales. This Week’s Word: Corn

Badge for TT - very small (1)Hello again. Welcome to this week’s edition of Tuesday tales, and the novel I’m writing for it. Hello Again is moving right along. We’ve actually passed the 15K mark, so I figure at this rate, it’ll be done sometime next spring. This week’s offering clocks in at just over 800 words.

I’ve been working on a blurb for it and I’m going to ask my favorite cover artist to design something for me. As soon as I have them, I’ll post them for you. The story is now firmly ensconced in the paranormal.

This week’s offering:

Nakota dream catcher and medicine wheel.

“I noticed the dreamcatcher and drawings earlier. They’re Nakota? I’ve never heard of that tribe.”

“Not many Easterners have, but you’ve heard of the Sioux. Nakota were part of the Sioux family, but we separated years ago. That dreamcatcher is also a medicine wheel to help you heal faster. The spirits tell me you’ve had a lot of pain recently, and not just in your leg. It’s time all of you heals. Now roll over, and I’ll help you sit up, then I’ll get Bill to carry you to the bathroom.”

“I think I can manage with your help,” Charley said, not ready to meet Bill. Both times she’d seen the man, she’d fainted.

“There are two steps, wi’cin. I don’t want you putting any weight on that leg just yet.”

Charley nodded, wondered briefly what the word meant, realizing Shirley had used it before. Not only was the thought of actually walking and climbing even two steps daunting, the possibility of falling and reinjuring herself kept her from arguing. Besides, she’d have to face her savior sooner or later. The least she could do was thank him.

“Now, just sit tight. Bill,” Shirley called out the door. “She’s ready for your help.”

Seconds later, a large man, more broad-shouldered and slightly taller than Mike entered the room. He smiled at her, showing off a dimple on the opposite cheek to where Mike’s had been.

“Nice to see you awake, Mrs. Winters,” he said. “I’m Sergeant Bill Murdock of the RCMP. How do you feel?”

“Better. Thank you for coming to my rescue, Sergeant.” His voice still had the same tone as Mike’s, but there was a slight difference in the way he said certain sounds.

“Call me Bill, please. From what Shirley tells me, and despite everything she’s been right on the money so far, we’ll be here a few days before we can leave. Are you ready? I’ll carry you to the bathroom. Shirley and I jerry-rigged something there to make it easier for you.”

“I’m ready,” and desperately in need she realized. Shirley moved out of the way while Bill stepped forward and gently slid his hand under her knees.

“It’ll be easier if you put your arm around me,” he said teasingly.

“Of course.” She raised her arm and put it around his neck, surprised by the slight tingling she felt at the heat beneath the plaid shirt he wore, and mesmerized by his green eyes which were exactly the same color as Mike’s. In them, she saw honesty and integrity. This man cared about people and wanted to help. “You’ve done this before,” she said, wanting to break the intimacy of the moment as he lifted her up and settled her against his chest.

He smiled again, showing off straight, white teeth. “Our dispatcher’s partner had a stroke last year, and I’ve been over a time or two to help out. Kathy couldn’t do it all alone at first, and I was only too happy to be of service.”

“That’s so nice of you, but I was thinking you’d carried your wife and children,” she said, wanting to squelch the twinge of interest she felt. He might resemble Mike, but it seemed the more she talked to him, the less he did.

He chuckled. “That might be hard to do since I don’t have any.”

“Yet,” Shirley said following them up the steps from the lower level. “But you’ve still got plenty of time.”

Charley felt her face heat and was surprised to see a corresponding flush on Bill. Shirley stepped ahead and opened the bathroom door. A small railing stood beside the toilet, bolted to the floor.

“Here you go,” Bill said, depositing her gently.

Leaning against the railing that allowed her to stand without putting weight on her leg, the heat in Charley’s face intensified. “You didn’t have to go to so much trouble just for me, Shirley,” she said.

“It’s not just for you. Bill was telling me how many people fall in the bathroom and hurt themselves each year. He’s going to build me a railing for the stool I use to get into the tub, and get me something to put inside, too. Now, when you finish, call out, and he’ll come and carry you to the table. I’ve got chicken soup and corn muffins for dinner. It’s past nine, so I know you’ve got to be hungry. I’ll give you something to take away the pain, too.”

As if on cue, Charley’s stomach grumbled. “Yes, ma’am.” It wouldn’t hurt to let someone take care of her just for tonight.

It won’t hurt at all. Mike’s voice echoed in her head.

Great. I’ve got a concussion, too.

She swore she heard Mike laughing.

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Reviews By Sue: The Boogeyman, Lillie J. Roberts

IMG_1662Good morning.Last weekend, we went to Lake Placid, New York. The temperature was a balmy 23 degrees C, 73 F. I was fascinated by the way this crimson tree engulfed the house. The reds, golds, and oranges were magnificent. Today, six days later, it’s another beautiful autumn day. Unfortunately, right now, the temperature is -4 degrees Celsius, 24.5 F. The high for the day will be 0 C or 32 F. Not sunbathing weather that’s for sure, but here at home, the autumn colors are still gorgeous.

So, what do the colors of autumn have to do with my latest book review? They remind me how lucky I am to be alive, to be free to come and go as I please,and  to know my children and grandchildren are safe.

booksFor those of you who know me well, I don’t read horror, or usually anything considered that way. I never made it past the second chapter of The Exorcist, and you won’t find anything by Stephen King, Dean Koontz, or Clive Cussler on my to be read pile. The only slasher movies I’ve ever sat through as Helter Skelter and In Cold Blood. That being said, I’ve read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein,Bram Stoker’s Dracula, and most of Edgar Allan Poe’s work. I don’t consider them horror. I think of them as psychological thrillers. like the original Psycho movie.

Does that make sense? Probably not, but it’s the way I feel, and when I decided to read The Boogeyman, I most certainly didn’t expect to like it, but I did. It’s not a comfortable book to read because it’s based on every mother’s fear–missing children. But it is one of the best thrillers I’ve read in a long time. I’d put it up there with Robin Cook and James Patterson.

The Boogeyman by Lillie J. Roberts was well-written. The characters developed masterfully, and the descriptions vivid enough to freeze the51alg+RyMcL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_ blood. At one point I actually had to go out to my car and verify something–you’ll know what when you read it.

As you can see, the cover is truly the stuff of nightmares, just as it promises!

About the book:

The nightmare begins…
Two girls lost on a lonely country road.
One killer thrilled with an unexpected opportunity.
Two families desperate to find their lost children.
One girl…lost
One girl remains…
Until a young boy joins her…
And discovers the Boogeyman is real.

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My Review: 5 stars This thriller never lets you down

The Boogeyman by Lillie J. Roberts is an incredible thriller that preys on every parents’ fear–that the child you created, raised, loved, and nurtured in your heart is never coming home again. Roberts goes one step further in using multiple points of view to bring you deeply into the story. You not only feel the parents’ fear, you live through the agony the children endure and the heartbreak of a brother and a lover searching for them. You wring your hands with the lawman as he tries to find those missing, and of course, you descend into the pool of insanity that is the boogeyman’s mind. On the fringes of all this, you witness the pain of losing a loved one suddenly and watch it destroy a woman.

If you read anything this Halloween, it should be this book. Kudos to Ms. Roberts for crafting such a fine, edge of your seat novel. The plot rivals anything I’ve seen on Criminal Minds. Well Done.

Look Who Dropped By Today: Becky Flade

Good morning. It’s another gorgeous autumn day. This morning, I’d like to welcome fellow  Crimson Romance author Becky Flade to Living the Dream.

Fated HeartsFated Hearts

by Becky Flade

Psychiatrist Henley Elliott fled her quiet life in Cleveland for a gypsy lifestyle, trying to stay one step ahead of her painful memories. When she breaks down in quirky little Trappers’ Cove, Minnesota, she meets Sheriff Carter McAlister – a man healing from his own share of hidden heartbreaks.

At the request of a friend, Carter offers Henley a job to help her get back on her feet . . . but soon he can’t resist trying to sweep the intriguing woman off them. Breaking through her carefully built shell proves to be a near-impossible task, and to make matters worse, a dangerous new presence in the Cove seems to be targeting Henley. They must learn to trust in each other in order to keep her safe.

Can Henley and Carter leave their secrets and scars in the past to get a second chance at happily ever after?

 Fated Hearts

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 About the Author:

Home is where the heart is and I make mine with my very own knight in slightly tarnished armor in southeastern Pennsylvania. When I’m not busy living my own happily ever after, I’m writing about someone else’s.

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Enjoy the following excerpt from Fated Hearts:

“What are we doing, Carter?”

“Enjoying our evening.”

“You know what I mean.” She shifted her body and lifted her hand as if to touch his face. He tensed in anticipation. She skimmed her fingertips over his jaw, his cheek, featherlight touches that left a trail of fire across his skin. “I think I’m getting used to your touch. To … how you feel.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“Are you going to kiss me again?”

“Would you like me to?” He saw her nod this time and recognized the banked passion in her hooded gaze. He lowered his mouth to hers but pulled back before their lips met. “How much of what you’re feeling is you and how much me? I don’t want to influence you.”

“It’s both. And it astounds me.”

His muscles clenched with desire. He hadn’t intended to seduce her or himself tonight. He had only wanted her to become more comfortable with his company and his touch. They needed to build trust, and he’d wanted to lay that foundation. With a level of restraint he hadn’t thought he possessed he laid his forehead against hers.

“How about you kiss me, Doc?”