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Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Beyond the Book: Never Trust a Pretty Wolf

Picture this.  The sun is shining like golden fire in a cloudless, Carolina blue sky.  The ocean sparkles, and waves break on the sand around the feet of delighted, screaming children.  Gulls cry overhead, adding their voice to that of the sea.
But it’s getting a little warm under your beach umbrella, so you slather on some sunscreen, SPF 100, and wade out into the water.  It’s wonderful! You and your daughter-in-law hang from the side of a surfboard talking while you lazily float over perfectly sized waves.
Your shoulder starts to itch under your bathing suit strap so naturally you scratch it.  It itches worse.  You scratch it again, but nothing stops the itching.  In fact, it’s getting worse and worse.  You get out of the water as fast as you can and run to the outdoor shower where you rinse yourself thoroughly, allowing the water to run all the way through your bathing suit.  Before you get finished your daughter-in-law shows up. “I’m itching to death!” she cries.
She sure is. She has allergic whelps all over her, and her lips are starting to swell.  Quick!  Let’s run to the store for some Benadryl.  She takes it, and some of the blotches start to fade.  What in the world happened?
Fast forward one day.  Same scenario.  Guess we won’t be getting back in the water even though nobody but us has the problem.
I just described my vacation in July of 2011.  The people who owned the condo where we were staying said that every few years microscopic jellyfish migrate up the coast from Florida.  The itching we felt was the jellyfish stinging us.  Since they are microscopic it wasn’t painful, just itchy. Some people are affected, and some aren’t.  They were getting trapped inside our bathing suits, and when they stung us they were trying to escape.  We had never heard of such a thing, but since we’re going back to the same place this year I hope they’re through with their migration.
We couldn’t see the jellyfish coming at us any more than Liesel Wolf-my heroine from Never Trust a Pretty Wolf-could see the monster coming her way.  People can hide their true natures just as the jellyfish hid themselves from us. Here’s an excerpt from Never Trust a Pretty Wolf.  In this excerpt Liesel is dealing with her monster.
They pulled the black limo up in front of the warehouse, a crumbling structure with boarded up windows and peeling paint. Water stood in puddles from the recent near‑hurricane that had downed trees and knocked out power all over the city. A beer can rolled in front of the car, its tinny sound grating on her ears.
William stopped the car and opened Liesel’s door for her. The wind pushed and pulled on her coat, blowing her hair across her face the moment she stepped out of the car. He took her arm and led her into the decrepit building. Sheer terror assailed her. Something awful was inside that warehouse. She could feel it. Gasping for breath, she tried to run.
Liesel Wolf has a secret, a dangerous secret she’ll go to any lengths to conceal. When she’s paired in a charity game with sexy marshal Andy Bryce, a man with secrets of his own, her carefully constructed world comes crashing down, and Liesel’s on a collision course with her past.
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Heart Stopping

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Ten years ago Baze Carter fell irrevocably in love and knew he'd found his forever only to have her ripped from his arms, never to be seen again. Broken, and unable to find her, he made a life for himself as a baseball coach at St. Leasing School for Boys. Their secret, hidden for centuries, has been in peril for the past year, and now more than ever, Baze and his pack need to end the evil that plagues them. When Penelope Sutton is discovered bruised and battered lying in the road in front of his home, Baze is elated and murderous in equal measure. Anyone who dare harm his long lost mate will be made to pay, but not before Baze and Pen find their way back to each other.

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“Hey, you okay?” She came out of the bathroom, steam escaping through the open door. Baze was bent at the waist, clutching the high-backed armchair next to the bed she’d slept in. She could see the tension in his posture. “Do I still smell like—”

“Please, Pen, please don’t say his name.” He turned to look at her, his eyes pleading. “I can’t handle it right now.”

She lifted her arm, smelling her skin. She thought she smelled like the soap she’d used in the shower. But her nose wasn’t the nose of a shifter. “Do I, uh, smell okay?”

He nodded. “You smell like me.” He took a step toward her, his hands reaching.

She wanted him to touch her, so her heart sank when his palms dropped back to his side. Penelope stood still, not sure what to do next. She’d showered like he’d asked; she was wearing his clothes. Now it was time for them to go downstairs and meet his pack. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous. Packs weren’t common, not in this day. But from what she knew, shifter packs were closer than family. They were tight-knit, protective, and they didn’t take to outsiders all that well.

She may have been Baze’s whole world when they were kids, but they were basically strangers at this point.

“When you meet them, my friends, you can’t touch them.”

Her eyes snapped to his face. “What?”

He shook his head, his gaze weary. “I feel…on edge. I feel possessive of you, and I can’t seem to shake it.” He licked his lips. “I’ll get it under control. But in the meantime, please don’t let them touch you. Especially the young guys, they’re not bonded.”

Was everything they’d gone through as kids coming back full force? Would the pain come back too? And the million-dollar question: what would they do about it if it did?

She nodded, letting him know that she’d heard him and she understood. And when he gestured for her to step in front of him, she waited in the hall to let him lead her down the stairs and into what appeared to be a massive living room.

The first thing she saw was the mounds of Chinese food on the large, long walnut coffee table. She put her hand on her stomach when it growled loudly. It’d been days since she’d had a real meal. She was starving, and now everyone knew it. “Sorry.”

A girl with long blonde hair, a shade lighter than Pen’s, stepped forward. “Don’t apologize.” Her smile was kind and she held a plate out, piled high with lo mein and orange chicken. “I’m Molly, Keller’s mate.”

“Thank you.” Pen took the food, not able to resist the smell any longer.

Molly kept standing, pointing around the room at each person in turn. “That’s Corey, Dominic, Lincoln, Madden, Jasper, Jace, Riley, and my mate Keller.” Molly laughed lightly. “Don’t worry about remembering everyone’s names. We won’t quiz you until tomorrow.”

Pen sent the group a wave. “Penelope. But you can call me Pen.” She glanced to Baze, gauging his reaction. He’d been the first person to ever call her Pen, but it’d stuck even after they’d been separated. Maybe it was her way of keeping him with her, even when there were oceans between them.

“You can call me Dom, and that skinny guy over there goes by Linc.” The man who’d addressed her stood, holding his hand out.

She looked at it but took a step away. “Sorry, I um…” She let her words trail off. She was normally a friendly person; she was a hugger. But she believed Baze when he’d said he was on edge and he didn’t want anyone to touch her. She may not be one hundred percent certain what the future held for the two of them, but she didn’t want to make the present any harder than it needed to be.

“Don’t touch her, any of you.” Baze grabbed her arm and gently hauled her behind his body and onto a vacant chair that looked like it had been pulled in from an unseen dining room. “I can’t handle it.”

Dom held his hands up in surrender. “No problem, man. I know how that feels.”

About the Author:
L.P. lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, daughter, three rescue dogs, four chickens, two dwarf goats, and one adopted cat. The fish died. She is a full-time writer, and part time business owner. L.P. says she loves to read as much as she loves to write, and reading a good book is her reward after writing one. In her spare time, she fosters puppies for a rescue organization based in Austin.

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Monday, July 16, 2018

The The Pursuit Of Charity

Title: In The Pursuit of Charity
Series: Prequel to Credence Woods
Author: Alexandria Sure
Genre: NA College/Sports Romance
Release Date: June 30, 2017
He expected her to recognize him.
He expected her to be seduced by his charms.
He expected her to fall for him.
Expectations are a funny thing …
When his parents named him Herbert Lincoln James, they already had expectations that Linc would attend an ivy league university and go into politics. Linc didn't. As captain of his swim team, he was expected to win the big relay to carry his swim team to the state championship for the first time in decades. Linc didn’t. Society expected him to walk past her. He couldn’t.
She expected him to see through her.
She expected him to make her into a joke.
She expected him to be cruel.
Expectations are a funny thing …

The Spark Ignites

Title: The Spark Ignites
Series: MacKenny Brothers Series #1
Author: Kathleen Kelly
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 15, 2018
Eric made the choice to live in a small town. A loner, he has few friends and a secret.
Cherie is a waitress with big dreams and little prospects.
Fate throws Eric and Cherie together when her Grandfather suffers a severe heart attack, and Eric agrees to help the old man and his feisty Granddaughter.
Until now, Eric has successfully kept himself closed off from everyone. For three years, he has been caged-up like a fugitive in the boring, deadbeat town to keep those he loves safe.
As the attraction between Eric and Cherie grows, Eric must decide whether to succumb to the undeniable spark between them and risk it all or walk away.
Can he protect his secret and his family without destroying the small-town girl he’s come to love?
The Spark Ignites is a standalone and the first in the MacKenny Brothers Series.

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Kathleen Kelly was born in Penrith, NSW, Australia. When she was four her family moved to Brisbane, QLD, Australia. Although born in NSW she considers herself a QUEENSLANDER!!
She married her childhood sweetheart and they live in Toowoomba with their two furry kids. A British Short Hair named Grace and a Burmese named Jack. 
Kathleen enjoys writing contemporary, romance novels with a little bit of erotica. She draws her inspiration from family, friends and the people around her. She can often be found in cafes writing and observing the locals. 
If you have any questions about her novels or would like to ask Kathleen a question she can be contacted via e-mail: or she can be found on Facebook. She loves to be contacted by those that love her books.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors: Rest Thy Head

Welcome to Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors, your chance to sample the work of a talented group of authors. When you finish here you can find more excerpts at:

Today we're starting excerpts from Rest Thy Head. I'll give you a blurb and then I'll do the excerpt. 

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Running away from a fiancĂ© who betrayed her, Peyton O’Malley finds employment at a beautiful mountain inn called Rest Thy Head. She didn’t expect to live in the haunted room or to fall for the inn’s owner, a fire-scarred, war veteran who uses the inn to hide away from the world. She didn’t expect her sister to show up at Rest Thy Head either, much less her formidable mother.

Last Week:

Now, thanks to the aid of a friendly ghost, Peyton has a shot at true love, and so does her sister Ashley, provided the guys cooperate of course! 


With an air of reverence, Eleanor O’Malley passed her hand across the white damask tablecloth in the box. “This is very nice, Peyton. Feel how heavy it is. It should last you a lifetime.”

Peyton opened and read the card that accompanied the gift. “Best wishes for a long and happy marriage, Henry and Anne Williams.”

Her mother flashed her best high‑wattage smile. “Can you believe it? The Williams family sent you a wedding gift! They’re one of the nicest families in town.”

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“Considering the fact they’re best friends with Drew’s parents, I sort of expected a gift from them.” Peyton tossed the card back into the box. “I’m not as happy with the tablecloth as you are. I’d rather give a barbecue and eat outside.”

Peyton frowned when she noted the patronizing smile on her mother’s face.

“Darling, that’s fine for right now, but later on after Drew goes to work with his father, you’ll be expected to entertain his clients and business associates. I imagine they’ll expect more than a barbecue in the back yard.”

Peyton rolled her eyes at her mother. “Yuck.”

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Saturday Sample: Rest Thy Head

Welcome to Saturday Sample. Today we're starting some excerpts from Rest Thy Head, which is one of my all time favorites. Rest Thy Head is only .99 at  I'm starting from the beginning of the book so let's get started. 

Last Week:
Chapter 1

With an air of reverence, Eleanor O’Malley passed her hand across the white damask tablecloth in the box. “This is very nice, Peyton. Feel how heavy it is. It should last you a lifetime.”

Peyton opened and read the card that accompanied the gift. “Best wishes for a long and happy marriage. Henry and Anne Williams.”

Her mother flashed her best high-wattage smile. “Can you believe it? The Williams family sent you a wedding gift! They’re one of the nicest families in town.”

This week: