Politics aside, think about the implications of global warming. So many things could go wrong. Of course there’s the flooding, the harsher and more frequent storms, the droughts . . . But I went a different way. What if something in those glaciers thawed out – something deadly? 

Okay, that’s the premise – how do you handle life after civilization ends? How do you handle the people who believe it’s just a blip on their calendars? If only a precious few can survive, how do you pick who it should be for the best chance to reestablish society? And can love and family survive; even thrive in such an environment?

It has to change you, being a survivor in such a wide-spread catastrophe, but what if it changes you more that you realized?

The Infection is the first book in The Melting Series. David Morrow and Amanda Stevens meet at a dull party and escape. Neither expects to have met “the one” just as neither could even suspect how their world will turn upside down shortly. Can their skills make them part of the new civilization?

Please join me in exploring these questions and meet the ones who survive . . .

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Cassie’s on the move and loving life. Through paint ball games in the woods and water park adventures she gets to know her new neighbors as the new house is renovated. Cassie is traveling too, from trips with just the girls, to conventions, vacations, and cruises with Tom and friends, she’s always ready for the next adventure. But when Cassie begins having dizzy spells Tom thinks a slower pace is in order. Getting Cassie to slow down and take care of herself proves to be quite a challenge. A challenge Tom is more than determined to take on.

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I began writing the Cassie series in my head many, many years ago. Cassie and Tom are a mature couple – in their sixties now, but still passionately in love. Tom is a most old fashion man, as head of the family, he has no qualms about turning Cassie over his knee if the occasion warrants. Tom may spank for discipline, but Cassie is no submissive. She mostly enjoys the fun, sexy spankings she gets nearly as much as Tom enjoys giving them, and in truth, she not above bratting when she feel the urge. This excerpt shows this side of Cassie.

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Our Sunday school class was having their Christmas party last Thursday night. Tom called to assure me he’d be home in time, still without saying where he’d been spending his afternoons. As it got later I made sure I was all ready, actually not having a lot of extra time might well work in my favor, or so I’d thought.

Tom finally rushed in with a quick kiss for me, and hurried upstairs to shower and change. Poor man, he had no idea I’d been laying in wait for him. I know nearly to the second how long Tom will be in the shower so with everything I needed I strolled in the our bathroom just as he was finishing.

The second the shower went off I made my move. I’d filled the largest tumbler I could find with ice-cold water. Just as the warm shower went off I reached up and poured the ice water over him. Oh my, you should have heard him bellow. I was off like a shot and I didn’t stop until I reached the end of the hall and rounded the corner.

I stole a quick glance round the corner to see if I was being followed. Towel clutched at his waist, dripping wet, and scowling my dear husband stalked toward me.

“Cassie Jane, I’m going to wear you out. What’s gotten into you?”

I know I should have at least pretended to be contrite, but he looked so funny scowling and dripping that I couldn’t stop laughing. With a determined look on his face Tom reached for me.

Still laughing, I sidestepped him, “No, not now. I’m already dressed. Don’t get me wet or we’ll be late. Go on and get ready.”

“We’re going to be late all right.” Tom agreed. With one quick swoop he had me over his shoulder, wetting my blouse and slacks completely.

“Stop, I’m getting wet!” I fussed, slapping him on his back. I thought I’d feel much more powerful being all dressed while he was essentially nude, but somehow it just didn’t turn out that way. Moments later, my wet slacks pulled down I was over his knee and trying to answer his question between yelps of pain and uncontrollable giggling.

“What possessed you to try and freeze me to death?” he wanted to know.

“Stop Tom, I just wanted to get your attention, you’ve been ignoring me lately.” Oh my goodness, wrong thing to say!

“Ignoring you? Ignoring you? What have I been doing every morning?”

Truth be told, Tom had been bringing me my coffee in bed every morning since he hasn’t been working, and often breakfast too.

“And in the evening?” Tom pressed on after I’d answered him.

In the evening’s Tom often gave me a massage before bedtime and then would read to me as I fell asleep. I tried to correct myself.

“I didn’t mean you were ignoring me, I just meant I’ve missed you all these afternoon’s you’ve been gone.” Tom pretty much ignored what I was saying and finished up with some stinging swats. Finally he set me on my feet and tried to suppress a grin at my spanking dance as I tried to rub away the sting.

I still felt a little like giggling at him, but I could help fussing a little. “Look at me. You’ve ruined my outfit, my make-up and my hair. What am I going to do?”

“You’re going to be ready to walk out that door with me in fifteen minutes or you’re going back over my knee.” He told me, his good humor was coming back, but I had a sneaky feeling he was serious too. I could have continued to fuss, but I didn’t have time. I made it, barely. I’m sure I didn’t look my best, but we made it to the party and had a wonderful time. Perhaps I can be a bit of a brat at times, but when you get right down to it, I don’t think Tom minds.

Twenty-seven years, more than a dozen deployments, five kids…and one missing wife. 

After twenty-seven years of marriage and service to his country, Gavin McIntyre returns from what he hopes will be his last deployment before either reaching the highest attainable enlisted rank in the Marine Corps or retiring. But what he returns to leaves him flat aback with a busted mast and broken rudder. His wife is a no show for the homecoming. Using the ages old adage of improvise, adapt, and overcome, he makes his way home only to discover, she hasn’t simply forgotten to pick him up from the bus, she’s gone. In her wake, Gavin finds his home set up boot camp style and forty dollars in the cookie jar, but any evidence he’s ever had a wife or five children with her is deplete.

Pregnant at sixteen and married to a marine in a less than romantic ceremony courtesy of the local Justice, Raylyn McIntyre has spent almost three decades playing the dutiful patriotic wife, catering to the whims of the military. She’s lost track of how many places she’s lived, how many deployments she’s endured, and how many tears she’s shed. But most of all, she’s lost track of herself. With a husband who’s so wrapped up in saving the world he can’t see he’s losing his family, Ray resorts to the one tactic he might understand…a full frontal attack with extreme prejudice, which proves to get Gavin’s waning attention.

Nothing good ever comes easy, though, and just when her choice of battle plan seems to be working, tragedy befalls their family. As Ray and Gavin struggle to find center, they also struggle with the notion that forgiveness of self is often the only path to forgiveness of another, and that path is not only bumpy but filled with pitfalls.

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The only thing in the front room was his well-worn American Leather recliner Ray had purchased from Cabot House as his welcome home gift two years ago and his fifty-two inch flat screen which still hung on the opposite wall. Everything else was gone. No rugs, no couch with Ray’s sewing basket sitting at the end, no family portraits on the walls. Gone. It was all gone.

Stark realization raced through Gavin’s veins as a ball of ice formed in the pit of his gut. His wife wasn’t just UA.

Ray had left him.

With his mouth hanging open, Gavin spun a couple of circles. How had he missed this? Things were fine the last time he talked to her. Weren’t they? She seemed fine. She was her usual chipper self, all happy news, no tears. He could hear the smile in her voice.

How had they gone from that to this?

“Hey, I don’t have all day,” the driver’s voice snipped from the doorway. Still in a daze, Gavin turned to stare at him. “Kind of a big house for just you and your chair, ain’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” Gavin ground out.

“Look, I can see you’re having one of those days, but I need my money. I got other fares.”

“Right.” Sliding his pack off his shoulder, Gavin let it hit the slick hardwood floor, which was usually polished to a fine hue but now lay dull and dusty, with a hollow thump. How long had she been gone?

Gavin made his way down the hall which led to the kitchen and dining area to find those rooms in the same condition as the front room, nearly empty. Where their heirloom oak table which would seat twelve in a pinch used to sit was a fold out card table and one metal chair. The kitchen counters were bare save his Bulldog DI cookie jar which was set in the middle of the island with a note tucked beneath. Snatching it up, Gavin scanned it with one thought in mind. Maybe it would reveal Ray’s whereabouts.

Your Oreos are inside along with forty bucks to cover your cab. 

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Born and raised in the foothills of the Ozark Mountains, Denisea Kampe was spinning tales before she could even spell and once her sixth grade creative writing teacher encouraged her by leaving a most prophetic comment on one of her assignments, the wheels of destiny were set in motion. But those wheels would need greased again and again as her writing would take a back seat to life and her jobs of mom and wife many times over before she’d finally see her dream of becoming a published writer come to fruition in 2010.

Denisea is a military wife who’s traveled the world over. She’s lived in four states and Okinawa Japan and held more drivers’ licenses than she can count. Her nest is empty save one furry and quite mischievous Siberian Husky and one spoiled rotten Rat Terrier mix. Denisea takes much of her inspiration for her heroes from the marines she’s lived around since marrying her very own fairy tale prince in dusty cammies. Coining the term realmantica, she strives to produce quality romance in a realistic setting.

Her genre of choice is contemporary romance and when she’s not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on, trips to the museum, taking field research trips, crafting, and sewing. Her works include One Tear, The Executive Officer’s Wife, Private Pirouette, and the Slower Lower series. Denisea loves to hear from her readers and can be found at deniseakampe.blogspot.com

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I love family, always have and this weekend was full of it (does that sound right?) Hey, it’s the truth. My roommate-niece Alexis’s wedding was this weekend in Atlanta. It’s not that far away, so another roommate and I carpooled it down to meet up with the other roommates (You know I talk about “the girls” all the time – yeah them) and we “wedding-d’ together.

Stayed at a very nice Embassy Suites and took full advantage of the omelet stand for breakfast twice as well as the happy hour. Susan and I had a two room suite where we could relax between events. One of the issues was they had planned an outdoor wedding. May isn’t April and full of showers but the planet has changed enough that the last few years it’s been May showers and that’s what happened. Rehearsal dinner was in a lovely restaurant (and probably the best steak I’ve had in years) and since we got there early to find parking nearby due to rain and because I need get lost time, we got to know the wait staff and had a great time hanging out with them. Caught up with the rest of the roommates (like the bride’s mother) there and partied hardy. 

Next day was rain again. We had nothing to do until we got ready for the wedding at 5:30 so we decided to hit a chick flick.  Saw The Other Woman and loved it.  We were on the floor laughing so highest kudos to Cameron Diaz, Leslie Mann, and Kate Upton .

Rain was not good for an outdoor wedding but the venue had it all under control and the ceremony was in a lovely rustic chapel on the grounds. Shuttles carried us to and from the chapel, the reception area and the parking. These people had their act together. Reception was wonderful (you can see that building behind us), got to visit with the bride’s aunt and catch up, met family of the bride’s father who live too far away to know well and I danced. Haven’t done that for ages and probably made a fool of myself but who cares, no one was watching me.   Here’s some of us – missing one roomie and the bride’s mom, but still a crowd.  Wishing Alexis and Michael the very best always!!