Saturday, December 6, 2014

Exquisite Quills Holiday Anthology Vol. 2 is out now!

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Exquisite Quills
Holiday Anthology Vol. 2


The calendar on the wall may say 2014, but the holidays are a magical time. Anything is possible when it comes to romance. Prepare to travel through snow, back through time, or to a tropical paradise. We even have a dash of fantasy sprinkled in!
You'll notice below that each author's name is followed by a link to their individual websites. Click to find a sampling of their story and a  chance to discover who we are.

Help yourself to this fantastically diverse and free collection of Winter Holiday Tales. This is our way of saying happy holidays to you. We hope you enjoy.


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THE GIFT OF TIME by Rose Anderson
Rosemary slipped an old worn sock over her hand. Pouring lemon oil into her palm, she glided over the ornate carvings until the armoire's wood grain was dark and gleaming. Stepping back to appreciate her handiwork, she noticed a loosened piece of carved filigree along the top and pressed it back into place. A loud clunk came from inside the wardrobe. She peered inside. Empty only a moment ago, the cabinet now hung full with long dresses and skirts! She closed the door and stared at the wood.

What in the world…?


About Rose
Rose is a multi-published, award-winning author and dilettante who loves great conversation and discovering interesting things to weave into stories. She lives with her family and small menagerie amid oak groves and prairie in the rolling glacial hills of the upper Midwest. Possessing an active imagination, she writes everything from children’s stories to historical non-fiction.
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Vol. 1 is also available at Barnes & Noble, Apple, and Kobo.
Exquisite Quills Holiday Anthology Vol. 2
will follow shortly.



FRANKIE'S WISH by Jennifer Garcia
Jennifer believes in writing love stories that connect families and touch hearts. Her first novel, My Mr. Manny, was released August 2013 and her first novella, In My Mother’s Footsteps, was released July 2013.

A KISS AT MIDNIGHT by Lily Bishop
Lily Bishop lives in South Carolina with her husband and two children. She writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense, and has published two books in the City Lights series, No Strings Attached and Under His Protection. She is working on the third book now.

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER by Dee Ann Palmer
In every age the heart loves, and Dee Ann Palmer's romances reflect those eras in fantasy, historic, contemporary and futuristic tales. The award winning Palmer is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and belongs to the Los Angeles chapter of Sisters in Crime.

MARJA'S VICTORY By Barb Caffrey
Barb Caffrey is a writer, editor, book reviewer and musician from the Midwest. She is the author of the humorous urban fantasy/romance AN ELFY ON THE LOOSE, and is the co-author of the Adventures of Joey Maverick series (with late husband Michael B. Caffrey).

CHRISTMAS TRADITIONS by Beverley Bateman
Beverley Bateman is a Canadian author of several books who loves traveling, good wine and a mystery. She lives with her husband and two Shiba Inu dogs among vineyards and orchards set in lake country and surrounded by mountains – beaches, swimming and skiing.

GINGERBREAD DREAMS by Victoria Adams
Victoria Adams is a romance writer, dividing her writing between contemporary romance and New Adult contemporary romance. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and kitten, Licorice. She likes to study Raqs Sharqi (Egyptian belly dance), garden, and bake.

CHE GELIDA MANINA by M. S. Spencer
Although she has lived or traveled in every continent except Antarctica and Australia (bucket list), M. S. Spencer has spent the last thirty years mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director and parent. She has two fabulous grown children, and currently divides her time between the Gulf coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine. Ms. Spencer has published nine romantic suspense novels.

ROMANCE VALLEY by Kaye Spencer
Native Coloradoan Kaye Spencer writes romances from her basement hovel in a small, rural town in the far southeastern corner of Colorado—no mountains in sight—just prairie dogs, buffalo grass, and glorious prairie sunsets. While drawn to cowboys and the Old West, all genres are within her story-crafting realm. Retired from a long career in public education that included teaching through a community college outreach program, Kaye is enjoying being a full-time writer and spoiler of grandchildren. Kaye is also afflicted with ACD—Accumulative Cat Disorder—with no cure in sight.

THE CHRISTMAS EVE GIFT by Janis Susan May
Janis Susan May is a seventh-generation Texan and a third-generation wordsmith who writes mysteries as Janis Patterson, romances and other things as Janis Susan May, children’s books as Janis Susan Patterson and scholarly works and non-fiction as J.S.M. Patterson. Janis and her husband live in Texas with an assortment of rescued furbabies.

TROPICAL CHRISTMAS by Gemma Juliana
GEMMA JULIANA is a multi-published author who lives in an enchanted cottage in north Texas with her handsome hero, teen son and a comical dog. She loves making new friends and hearing from readers. Exotic coffee and chocolate fuel her creativity.

A KISS AND A PROMISE by Lyndi Lamont
Lyndi Lamont is the racy alter ego of author Linda McLaughlin, who writes historical and Regency Romance. Since becoming Lyndi Lamont, she has discovered that writing sexy romance is a license to be naughty, at least between the pages of a book.

A COWBOY'S HOLIDAY by E. Ayers
E. Ayers is a multi-published and best-selling author of western and contemporary romances. Her books are never too sweet or too hot. She writes down the middle.

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More from Rose~
It's been an honor working with these fabulous international authors. A big thank you to E. Ayers and Gemma Juliana for helping to edit and format, to Jennifer Garcia for our cover art, this snazzy group post, and for organizing this promotional day for us, and a big round of applause to Kaye Spencer for another lovely book trailer. See last year's trailer here. Bravo ladies!


Monday, October 27, 2014

Snarkology Halloween Blog Hop!

It's time for the Snarkology Halloween Blog Hop!  I'm joining nearly 60 authors in this event and most of us have prizes on their blogs. My prize offering is a pair of handcrafted Native American-inspired beaded earrings. See picture below.  The winner will be chosen randomly from comments, so be sure to leave your email address so I can contact you after the event ends.

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For this spooky time of year, I'm offering a bit from my legend-inspired paranormal romance ~
The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo  


Discover the truth behind the fiction
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The True Beginning

Ten years ago, a reporter for a small-town newspaper heard word of strange dawn and dusk sightings of a wolf-like creature roaming the Wisconsin countryside. Her investigation revealed the local police officials had initially taken these calls lightly, but this had changed when calls began coming from upstanding citizens.

Authorities had determined what these eyewitnesses had actually seen was a lone wolf broken off from a pack running in the wilds of northern Wisconsin. Young male wolves seeking to start a new pack are known to strike off on their own. Leaving the vast stretches of wooded landscape, they might travel one hundred miles in a day. It seemed likely. However, the witnesses were adamant that what they’d seen had been no ordinary wolf. This wolf walked like a man.

Intrigued, the reporter collected the stories. To her surprise, other witnesses came forward telling of sightings that they’d never reported. In fact, some eyewitness accounts had occurred more than seventy years prior, the details only whispered to relatives who were sworn to secrecy lest friends and neighbors think heavy drinking was involved. These stories she also collected, for she knew hushed secrecy was not a direction fame-seekers usually take.

More curious now, the reporter deepened her investigation and uncovered another bizarre detail: the sightings were mentioned in ancient oral traditions of the Native Americans in the region. In those tales, dog men or witchy wolves looked after burial mounds in much the same way jackal-headed Anubis guarded the tombs of ancient Egypt. And even more bizarre, early French explorers knew of them too. They called these wolf-men the loup-garou. 



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Monday, September 1, 2014

The Romance Reviews ~ Fall into Love Party!

It's time for The Romance Reviews Fall into Love Party! This month-long extravaganza has more than 250 participating authors and publishers and more than 200 prizes to be won -- including a grand prize of a $100 gift card! (All winners will be notified at the end of the event.)  
My prize is an Authorgraphed (signed by me) Kindle copy of The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo (book 1 in the ongoing series) ~ a modern tale drawn from ancient myth and urban legend. My participation day is September 23rd. Play all month long. The more you play, the greater your chances of winning.

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Read my excerpt here.
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Register and be logged in on The Romance Reviews site.
3. Follow this link to The Romance Reviews site and look for my name on the participant list.
4. Scroll down to my question and choose an answer from the multiple choice.


Question: Eli's facial birthmark and his generally creepy personality have inspired this nickname.

Excerpt:
After a few well-placed questions, Eli was certain Old Edgar still lived alone and the house was dark, as he’d expected at this late hour. Eli quietly closed the crooked gate behind him. As soft as the sound of the latch catching was, it still spurred the chickens in the nearby hen house to cluck softly. He quietly climbed the porch stairs. Reaching for the door knob, his hand was stayed by the unmistakable sound of a match being struck. He turned to the sound and found Old Edgar sitting on a rocking chair, in the process of lighting his pipe. The old man had a shotgun laid across his lap, the barrel pointing squarely at him.


“What do you want?” Edgar dropped the match, and picked up the gun.

Taken aback, Eli blurted, “Edgar! I was worried about you. I thought I’d check to see if you were all right.”

“You come to my home in the middle of the night to see if I am all right?” Edgar rocked forward. “Why are you really here, Spider?”

The name caught Eli by surprise. He hadn’t heard that derogatory name in three thousand years. His eyes narrowed. “What’s that you called me, old man?”

“I remember you, Spider. I was a boy when you were last here, but I remember you. Forever forty, hey?”

“Are you saying you remember me as a boy? That’s absurd!” Eli waved him away. “You’re one crazy old man.”

The pipe flared as Edgar drew a puff. “You look the same as you did the last time I saw your spider face. No, you are the same man living a cursed life.”

Eli took a step closer. The porch light went on and another unmistakable sound came from just inside the open door. Edgar’s grandson Warren stepped onto the porch, a freshly chambered shotgun in his hands.

“It is not my place to kill you, Midewi. But at my word, another will,” Edgar said in no uncertain terms. “You’ve been recognized. We know you for what you are. Leave my land. Leave the reservation.”

Eli made no move to leave.

Taking a step forward, Warren hissed, “Holy man or not, I’ll fuckin’ shoot you dead right now. Get the hell out of here.”

Eli smiled at them both. He put his hands up, and walking backward said, “You’re both crazy you know that?” He spit on the landing. “You shouldn’t believe your childrens’ stories, Edgar.” On the bottom step, he turned and walked into the night, not bothering to latch the gate behind him. Warren followed some distance behind to make sure he drove away.

Feeling a little shaky, Edgar let out a breath and tapped his now-cold pipe ash over the railing. He’d immediately recognized the Spider across the fire that night. Though at first, disbelieving his old eyes, he took off his glasses to clean them before taking a second look. Sure enough, it was that cursed man sitting next to Tony Reed. And Edgar knew the Spider would try to kill him the moment he finished telling the story of Ashkewheteasu. There were many stories of the Spider Midewi. That there was an especially evil man.

Edgar smiled at Warren coming up the steps, the sliver of morning sun at the horizon behind him.

“Who was that creep, Grandpa?”

Edgar looked at his grandson – a Marine recently returned from Iraq who had stopped to pay an unexpected visit on his way north to see his sweetheart. Sky Father had placed his feet on this doorstep for a reason. Warren was here to guard against the Spider. Edgar replied, “Remember the story of Ashkewheteasu and the Spider?”

Having grown up in a family of storytellers, Warren was familiar with all the stories. The young man nodded.

“That was the Spider.”

Back in his car, Eluwilussit frowned. That didn’t go as he’d planned. His life had been comfortable here. And given the age of Edgar’s grandson, he couldn’t live here safely for at least sixty years. So one thing was certain: sometime in the next five years, he’d make sure that entire family of storytellers was dead and buried and with them that story. He hated being called Spider. Even as a child it filled him with rage.

But he’d planned on going south anyway. Sooner rather than later didn’t matter. He only had a few peyote buds left and needed to get more. Having discovered the Midewin uses of the plant nearly fifty years ago, he used it regularly though it was getting harder to acquire these days as this government considered it a substance to be controlled. No matter the laws that made it scarce, acquiring it was necessary. He felt himself getting closer to the Manitou each time he ingested the psychoactive cactus buttons. There were other herbs and potions that did the same, and he might have learned the methods from Nawkaw. Unfortunately, the old Medicine Man took secrets with him when he died.

Down the road, Eli pulled over and opened a map. Elk Horn was a long ways away and he had to make a few stops — home first, to gather his belongings, then to find a station to gas up, and after, he’d find a small motel to get some sleep. Not only disappointed that his midnight visit had gone poorly, he was tired. There was one thing that never changed in all the years he’d lived: No matter the amazing inventions that extended the day, when the sun went down, he grew sleepy.

An hour later, he filled the tank of his Lincoln Town Car. As the pump ticked away, he used the time to wipe the windows, his mind filled with the details of the last hour. When he’d gone home, a throng of men were waiting for him. Some had shotguns. Angry that he couldn’t retrieve his belongings and his money, Eli turned his car around and headed south, figuring he was bound to come to a road-side motel eventually. He was tired. Dog-tired. Digging in his pocket, he pulled out a ten dollar bill, six singles, some odd change, and his switch blade. The pump stopped at exactly $67.52. He went inside, and the gas station’s outdoor lights went black. Minutes later, he walked back to his car with a paper sack of assorted travel foods, bulging pockets of cash, and a two-liter bottle of ice-cold Pepsi.

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Sunday, August 24, 2014

Sneak Peek Sunday!

It's Sunday and time for the  Sneak Peek Sunday mini hop! The deal is to post 6 paragraphs from a writing project, published or unpublished. Today, I'm offering a another snippet from Enchanted Skye ~ A contemporary love story inspired by one real Scottish family's oral tradition. They're selkie.

Setting the scene:
Alex is feeling strange and the inn's new American guest is avoiding him. Well, they didn't exactly get off to a good start the night before.



My Six:Alex lay upon his bed staring at the ceiling, his acute senses entangled in Jenna’s presence. From the scent of her on his pillow and sheets, to the tell-tale sounds signaling her nap was over, he was experiencing her. That was the way of his wild Selkie blood — sensorial perspicacity. Simply put, he felt her. Watching her that morning as she interacted with his family, it was obvious she wanted nothing to do with him but didn’t mind the others. She laughed at their jokes and contributed to the conversation now and again. Nothing much overall, but it was clear what was said came from an intelligent mind. He never took his eyes from her in the hopes she’d look his way and smile like she did for his siblings. It was hell that she refused to look his way, and it pained him that he wasn’t able to draw more than her strained polite smile.

He pushed the disquieting thought away. Picturing her in his arms instead, he chose to remember her warm kisses of the night before over the cold hard truth. There was no mistaking that her eyes said come hither when she lay back upon his bed. She’d wanted him. His keen senses detected desire on her. Surely that wasn’t only the scotch speaking. A blur of blue and green caught his eye as it dashed past his doorway. He caught up with her at the staircase.

“Jenna?”

She froze.

That she didn’t turn gave Alex a pang. Was she determined to shun him again? He fought a wave a glamor tingling over his skin. All Selkies possessed the ability to cast illusion. It was as useful and essential to survival as any other creature’s camouflage, but it wasn’t something he used with any regularity. He didn’t need to alter his features. In this day and age, his family lived in the open and even peppered their neighborly conversations with facts of streamlined bodies slicing through waves and sunning on the rocks. Everyone just accepted their truths as fun and folklore. In a way, the truth was their glamor.

She held her coat and bag and in that moment he knew if she walked out the door, he’d lose her. Lose her? Where had that panicked thought had come from? He barely knew her. The realization choked him nonetheless. He cleared his throat but emotion broadened his Scots. “Ye’re leaving?”



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Sunday, August 3, 2014

Sneak Peek Sunday

It's Sunday and time for the  Sneak Peek Sunday mini hop! The deal is to post 6 paragraphs from a writing project, published or unpublished. Today, I'm offering a sampling from my back list ~ Dreamscape.

Written in homage to Agatha Christie,
Dreamscape is a haunting, a murder, a thriller, a mystery, a time-travel of sorts, and a love story that transcends time. Above all, this sensual tale is a reader's Easter egg hunt in the truest sense. Not everything is as it appears. Peppered throughout are little clues suggesting a story running behind the scenes. Finding them isn't necessary to the telling of the tale, just a fun twist in my writing. Can you find them all before the story ends? But more importantly, can a ghost find love among the living?

Setting the scene:
Jason haunts his house and ponders his death 120 years ago. One day a lovely stranger comes. It looks like she's moving in!



My Six:
He'd watched the pair as they walked around the grounds with pens and paper in hand presumably making notes for repairs. While assessing the pavers that lined his walkway, she looked up at his window curiously as if seeking something. Jason frowned. Did she see him standing there? How odd. He could only be seen when he wanted to. And he did not yet wish to be seen. 


After the man had driven away in his automobile, the woman retrieved her bags from another smaller vehicle. He watched her come up the walkway. She glanced his way again and she was smiling. 


Hmm. 


Below, the front door opened and closed, so he headed there, curious about the woman who at this very moment was moving into his house. He was grateful for two things, the first being he'd no longer be alone with only an occasional mouse for company. The second, this young woman bore no resemblance to his beautiful, black-hearted wife.


He thought about her from time to time, his duplicitous wife Cathy, her lover Richard Mason, and his sister Bertha, his murderers. He spent many a night listening to their congratulatory recounting of how they'd set him up, duping him into marrying a woman who from the onset had a lover in the wings. Like the Masons, Cathy too was born and raised in the south at the time of reconstruction and was reared on tales of the glory days. Their sole purpose from the onset in taking his life was so she would inherit all.
 

When they met she had been such a sweet and shy little beauty, the shyness he later learned to be false. When she comforted him over the untimely death of his father, he'd been surprised by how quickly he fell head over heels for her. Though she'd never voiced it while he was alive, he was well aware of her desire to live in the affluent manner in which her parents and grandparents had lived before the war took it all away. To that end, seeking to win her timid heart and encourage the comfort that would eventually lead his wife into his bed, he gave into Cathy's every whim. No more than two months had passed before he was compelled to offer her marriage. No more than four before he found himself dead with his spirit walking the halls.



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Sunday, July 27, 2014

Sneak Peek Sunday

It's Sunday and time for the  Sneak Peek Sunday mini hop! The deal is to post 6 paragraphs from a writing project, published or unpublished. This week I'm offering another bit from my soon-to-be released love story ~ The Changeling

Setting the scene:
Lenox the 11th Earl of Pendry is en route to his great uncle's estate in Scotland to oversee operations after the elder's passing. At an inn he spies a beautiful young midwife and it's love at first sight. It's far more than that, actually.



My Six:
I had no time to ask what he meant by that, for his freckle-faced daughter came down the stairs and said, “Papa, Mam’s askin’ fer ye. She says Gran’s worrit ye forgot to count wee Duncan’s fingers an’ toes. But I did t’ be sure Papa. They’re all there. All o’ them.”


MacPhee laughed and tossed his glass back. He wheezed, “O’course they are my darlin’ girl! Tha’ just one o’ yer gran’s auld Highland Faery stories. An’ this is no’ th’ Highlands. Come here lassie. Watch th’ door an’ call me doon if ye need me.”


A moment later, I had the opportunity to ask the girl an important question. “Penny?”


“Aye, sir?”


“The pretty lady that helped bring your brother into the world, do you know her name?”


“Aye, I do sir. Her name is Janet Roxburgh.” Penny looked around, and then to me, whispered, “My gran says Janet’s a true witch.”


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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Sneak Peek Sunday!

It's Sunday and time for the  Sneak Peek Sunday mini hop! The deal is to post 6 paragraphs from a writing project, published or unpublished. This week I'm offering another bit from my soon-to-be released romance ~ The Changeling.

Setting the scene: 

At this point in the story, a friend brings news of a Fae child stolen five years before.

My Six:
Orlaith turned to the rasping whisper that came from the ancient oak and cautiously drew closer. She was horrified to see her dear friend bruised and battered, his shirtfront red with blood. She hurried to his side. “Lord of All, Eppa, what has happened to you?”

“The Queen sent her man to follow me. When I realized it, it was too late, there was nothing to do but compel him to silence.”

Her friend’s beautiful eyes glistened with emotion. Eppa was a learned man, a student of Danu. Committing such violence would have wounded his soul. His admission suddenly sinking in, her eyes widened. Dare she hope? She asked, “Silenced…Are you saying you’ve found my son?”

He gave her a weary smile. “I have. He’s a fine lad. The image of his father, but there’s a bit of your grandfather in him too. The silver in his eyes. I noticed that right off. And he’s dark like John.”

Orlaith’s voice choked when she ventured, “Then- then he’s well cared for and loved?”

“He is. Knowing your sister, I can’t imagine how he came to be in a fine household. But it’s obvious to me he’s being raised as the prince he is. As a true son in the place the humans call Pendry.”


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