Cover Reveal for Cohesion, The Melting Book 3

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Come visit over at Kitty Jones Bookshelf this morning! Kitty graciously offered to interview me for this new cover reveal.

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The cover for Cohesion, the third book in The Melting series is finally up and I love it!! Rebel did a great job of carrying out the theme on all three covers and I’m delighted.

Please leave a comment either here, or over at Kitty’s for a chance at a free copy!

Available February 10, 2015!

A New Cassie Book!

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Cassie is one busy lady. The new country club/spa has opened and the whole gang is enjoying all the amenities. That is until a new club member, Clara, begins to ride roughshod over everyone.  The situation worsens until it becomes physical, but even that doesn’t stop it.
 
Cassie seems to find little conflicts everywhere she turns, but it’s not always her fault. Tom is over protective about her health, sending Cassie into a tantrum. In addition a few things happen on the girl’s trip that lands Cassie, as well as the other ladies, in even more hot water.  Through it all Tom is there to love and protect Cassie in his own unique way.
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Thanks for having me Donna! I’m excited about book five, Cassie’s Conflicts coming out. I hope everyone is still enjoying Cassie’s adventures. She certainly has her share of conflict in this latest book, but in this excerpt it’s Allie who manages to get everyone stirred up.

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“Cassie, I really hate to bother you so late, but is Allie over there with you? I’ve called her cell forever and she’s not answering. Do you know where she is?”

I sat down with a smile, grateful to release my worries. I laughed at the boy. “Ryan, I swear you are as bad as Tom. She’s safe and sound in her bed. I saw her come home around nine o’clock and she told me she was going to bed early. She probably has her phone off. Just because you’re out of town you’re turning into a regular worrywart. Allie’s fine.”

“Cassie,” Ryan’s voice sounded agitated. “I’m not at school. I decided to drive back tonight. I’m standing in Allie’s bedroom. Her car’s here, her bag’s here, but she’s not.”

A shot of adrenalin hit me hard. I nearly dropped the phone as I turned to Tom. “She’s gone! Someone’s taken Allie! Tom, we have to call the police.”

Tom took the phone from me and listened for a minute. “Come over here, son. We’ll figure out what’s going on.”

“Why aren’t you calling the police? Someone’s taken her, we have to do something.” Tom wasn’t nearly as agitated as I needed him to be.

“Hang on, girl. Let’s talk to Ryan.” We headed to the screen porch and let the boy in.

Ryan’s face was tense. “She doesn’t have her phone either.” He said holding it up. “Why would she leave her bag and her phone?”

I was beside myself. “Tom, we have to call the police! Something’s happened to her. She wouldn’t go off without her money or her phone and she told me she was staying home.” Tom was making no move to the phone and I was getting angry with him. “What’s wrong with you, why aren’t you doing anything?” Ryan looked like he agreed with me completely.

“Cassie, calm down. I’m wondering where Allie is, but I don’t think anything’s happened to her.”

“How can you be so calm?” I demanded.

“Let’s just say I’ve had experience with a beautiful woman that I love not being where she said she was going to be and intentionally misleading me.” Tom spoke calmly. “We’re talking about an eighteen year old girl whose parents are out of town and whose boyfriend is away for the weekend, going out somewhere. I just don’t believe someone came into her home in this neighborhood and grabbed her.”

“You think she’s out with another guy?” Ryan looked like someone had just punched him.

Tom smiled at him. “No, Ryan, that’s not what I’m thinking, but I bet she’s gone out with some girlfriends. Can you think of anything they want to do or somewhere Allie has mentioned going with her friends?”

“I can’t think of anything. I’ve called her friends – the ones whose numbers I have anyway, but no one’s answering tonight.” Ryan was starting to sound really annoyed.

I was still just worried. “Tom, you don’t know that she’s off with friends. What if something has happened? We can’t just sit here. I’m going out looking for her if you two won’t.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Tom said sternly. But he softened when he realized just how upset I was. “Let me call over to the police station and see if Brandon’s working tonight.” Brandon Weeks is a wonderful deputy who is a fixture in our neighborhood. Finally luck was with us and Brandon was soon on the phone with Tom. Tom told him what was happening with Allie, including his feelings that she was probably with friends. Tom listened for a long time, his face growing more and more serious.

“I see,” he finally said. “When did all this happen?” He listened a bit longer then said, “But you didn’t see Allie? Okay, I see. You’ll call us if you see her won’t you?” Tom hung up and turned to us. “It seems there was a big rave at one of the old warehouses in town. Brandon says kids just broke in and took over. The police were called and gathered up some of the partygoers, but most of them scattered to the wind. He didn’t see Allie, but he said that there were probably sixty to seventy kids there.

Oh boy, Ryan looked as angry as I’ve ever seen him. “Allie has talked about those stupid raves they have around here. She said she just wanted to go and see what they were like. But I told her there was no way we were going to one of those things.”

I gulped. I remembered all the times Tom had told me we weren’t going somewhere and the first thing that popped into my mind was ‘fine we won’t, I will’. I suddenly felt terribly guilty about some of the stories Sue and I had shared with Allie over the summer.

I didn’t know what to do. It was after two am and we still knew nothing.

Suddenly Ryan’s head snapped up. “Was that a car door?” It was a windy night and I’d heard nothing.

Ryan was heading to the front door when we all heard what happened next – a car engine revved and then a crash so loud it seem a car must have exploded. Ryan had torn through the front door and sailed off the porch when I heard the scream.

Allie’s scream.

 

A Little Holiday Present for You

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Yes, it’s release day for Christmas Present – a short story that I’m pretty sure it going to lead to a longer story because I really liked these characters. But for Christmas, or Yule or whatever you call it – a little gift.

Two lonely people find warmth and acceptance  in each others’ company.

Hope you enjoy!  Christmas Present

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Anniversaries –

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Two years ago today my book, Homecoming was released. This was my first small town romance. The inspiration was the cleaning out of my parents’ home after their deaths. That, in reality, was a three year process and fortunately I wasn’t alone to do it. Sis and Spouses hauled a lot of stuff out as well but there are a lot of flashes of me in the story.  Homecoming-Optimized

I didn’t expect to like writing small town romance, having fled my own small town a long time ago. That said, it never goes away. Small town jumps out at you when you least expect it. Former teachers and school mates, church ladies, the bench gang (retired men outside the hardware store) all linger in the memory for good or ill. Sometimes it’s fun to revisit, from a distance . . .

Meet Cyn Hadyn!

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Today I’m hosting an incredible writer and my good friend Cyn Hadyn. We’ve “known” each other through a mutual friend for years, but finally caught up in person (Thanks Bette!) If you’re into paranormal or historical, check her out!

 

Tell us about yourself – Firstly, I hate talking about myself. I’d rather talk about you or my books. Okaay, I will cooperate. I grew up in Pennsylvania, went to university in Colorado and Kansas, married a West Point guy and saw the world: Germany, Brazil, Panama. Before choosing a one income lifestyle, I was lucky enough to vacation in Egypt, Greece, Switzerland, France, Italy. Been back to Italy three more times since then, and let me just say, I LOOOOVE Italy. Before I retired in 2012 I had a three-part career, Museums, Archives and Military History. Retired from Civil Service in my position as Command Historian for Marine Special Operations Command. Now I’m living in Clearwater, Florida and enjoying the warm weather and being able to write whenever the muse prompts me.

What television sitcom is most like your family? Err, Addams Family. Why? Perhaps because all the women in my family have been born with fangs. No, seriously. Modern dentistry has kept us from outing ourselves.

What’s your favorite thing to do to relax? Read, drink scotch, read, write until midnight.

Do you prefer…

Public speaking or public singing? If you’ve ever heard me sing, you’d know the answer to that. I’ve worked hard to cultivate the friends I have and want to keep them.

Writing in a notebook or typing on the computer? Computer. Hate laptops, although I have two.   candles on the Beach

Coke or Pepsi? Pepsi, if I can’t have a scotch and soda.

Living without your cell phone or living without your computer? Is it possible to live without a computer?

Now about you as an author…

Did you always want to be an author?  That’s like asking did you always want to breathe.

What authors had an impact on you growing up and as an adult? I guess the Russians: Dostoevsky and Tolstoy. I read Brothers Karamazov and War and Peace when I was about ten. Yeah, aside from the unpronounceable names, I understood it. Read Sartre in college, and it had the desired effect, he drove me nuts, but fortunately not suicidal. Now I follow J. R. Ward, Lynn Viehl. Love paranormal writers. Also loved Dick Francis for his books on horse racing and Maeve Binchy for her Agatha Raisin detective stories, but for historical romance you can’t beat Diana Gabaldon.

Did anyone in your life influence you or encouraged you to be a writer? I had a college professor, Arthur Bennett, who read some of my old Man From Uncle scripts and encouraged me to send them in. Never did so, and am seriously disappointed in my cowardice.

What is your favorite aspect or writing? Your least favorite? Sitting in front of my computer late at night and just letting it flow. Least favorite is writing myself into a corner and having to figure out how to back out of it.

DanegeldWhat aspect of writing would you most like to improve on? Punctuation. Believe it or not, I was an English teacher in a previous life, and having to correct all of those papers ruined my sense of what goes where.

Do you have any “must haves” with you while you’re writing? Aside from a glass of wine? I sort of play computer mahjong for a few times to warm up before I write.

Do you have a common theme or item that appears in each of your books? In my paranormal books it’s family. Family warped, see fang reference, or vanilla, but still family hanging together.

What have you learned the most from being in the writing business? If you were to ask my editor, it would probably be NOTHING. What I have learned is that writers are extremely supportive of each other. If you have a problem, all you have to do is reach out and you get instant help and instant support.

Tell us about your latest release:    Piper Paid

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Latest in historical romance with a paranormal twist is Piper Paid coming out on 10 November 2014

It was to be a working vacation and a childhood dream come true. Alana MacLeod from Dunedin, Florida would learn how to use herbs to treat common ailments, and in lieu of course cost, would teach her Scottish instructor how to forage for and use edible plants in her cooking.

Alana ‘s dream was to open her own business, offering an unusual combination of herbal remedies, edible weeds, acupuncture and different styles of massage, but her renowned plastic surgeon father thought it New Age twaddle and refused to support her financially. Not unlike her stubborn MacLeod ancestors, Alana refused to take no for an answer and followed her beloved grandfather’s example by joining the Marine Corps and serving two tours in Afghanistan to pay for the unusual classes she needed to open shop in Dunedin.

One of her first stops when she reached Scotland was to honor her grandfather’s memory by visiting the site of the famous Battle of Culloden, and walk the Drumossie moor where on April 16, 1746, the British forces of King George II destroyed the power of the Scottish clans. She and her grandfather had war-gamed the battle from the time she was able to understand strategy and tactics, and as she walked the terrain, she could almost feel the agony the clans must’ve experienced at such a major defeat.

Once she left mainland Scotland for the Isle of Skye, and the home of the renowned herbalist Annie MacCrimmon, her time in Skye flew by until she had but two last lessons to learn. The first of which was, never, ever summon a fairy as a lark, because you wouldn’t care at all for the results. Especially if you found yourself sent back to 1745 and given the task of saving a MacArthur piper’s life as payment for the fairy’s debt of honor.

The second hard lesson learned was never put a ring you’ve just dug up in a patch of four leaf clovers on your left ring finger. One, you wouldn’t be able to get it off again, and, Two, you’d find yourself wed by clan custom to a MacArthur piper. If she did manage to save Alasdair MacArthur’s life, the fairy had promised to send her back to her own century, but she’d been so flummoxed by the beautiful creature’s appearance, she’d forgotten to ask what would threaten the piper’s life so she could save him, and more importantly, what would happen if she failed.

Alana is forced to call upon her knowledge of foraging and herbal remedies, her Marine Corps training and her MacLeod stubbornness to fit into eighteenth century Skye. Although the fairy hadn’t given her a deadline, Alana had set one for herself. She’d convinced the MacArthur piper to handfast with her rather than an actual marriage, and so she would move heaven, hell and a certain fairy to see her mission was completed within a year and a day. But time was running out, and curse that tricky fairy, it was looking like the life threatening event Alasdair MacArthur needed saving from was the battle that would occur on Drumossie Moor on 16 April 1746.

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Veteran’s Day

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Daddy's pictureMy favorite vet passed away 9 years ago this week. He’s the one that taught me about strong women and got me started on the path to be one.

I grew up surrounded by veterans, loving them all. Every Sunday when visiting Grandmother, the boys – Daddy’s brothers would sit around and revisit their adventures in Europe during WWII. All but the baby were sent overseas. The same with Momma’s brothers. But it was Daddy’s sister that outranked them all. She worked in Europe and later in Korea as a physical therapist and I found her face on the Korean Wall in Washington, DC.

Mada on Korean Wall

I know I had her in mind when I wrote Dance Partner – my take on a modern veteran disabled in Afghanistan. With her at his side, I have no doubt he’d ready to face anything.

 
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Jim is back home and existing, but nothing more. The irony of going to a dance club isn’t lost on him. The redhead moving around the floor is the last thing he needs in his life. So what if he can’t take his eyes off her.

It’s been a great day for Wendy, and dancing is her favorite way to celebrate. The hunk’s eyes are on her, but he doesn’t approach. Intrigued she approaches him and learns a lot more about herself than she planned.