Multi-published and award-winning author, Nancy Lee Badger, presents a sweet romance set in Vermont filled with sights, sounds, great characters, small town comforts, and a fire department fundraiser in danger of cancelation due to a lack of snow. A love of New England, where Nancy raised her family, combined with her years as an EMT, Firefighter, and 911 Dispatcher, helped create the ideas that bring this story to life.  Available October 15!

Blurb –

A Manhattan businessman on a December vacation to Canada, is stuck in Boston due to a snowstorm. Instead of waiting for another flight, he drives through the Vermont woods. Forced off the road, his rental ends up in a pond. When a firefighter sliding down the muddy slope to help him slams into him instead, his papers go flying and his phone disappears. Before he can complain, his mud-covered rescuer in firefighting bunker gear is a woman!

After a fire, her injured dad heads to the hospital and hands responsibility for the fire department to her. As acting Fire Chief, Elinor Danville offers the stranded stranger a ride. When she drops him at the Peabody Inn, Ellie explains that Snowflake Valley has no rental cars, taxis, or 5-star hotels Something about this suit-wearing rich guy grates on her nerves, but intrigues her. Unfortunately, her responsibilities include the upcoming Christmas Festival. The lack of snow could ruin everything.

Stuck in Snowflake Valley for several days, Bradley is swept up in the people, their volunteerism, their problems, and commitment to see that the Christmas Festival goes on no matter what. His interest in the town and a pretty firefighter makes Bradley come up with a few ideas of his own. By rescuing Christmas for Elinor and the townspeople, can he make her truly see him, and not the suited businessman only interested in going home?

Excerpt

“Where are you headed, Elinor?”

“To check on the fire house to make sure everything is set for tonight’s potluck supper.”

Bradley leaned in the open passenger window. “You will find the entire building cleaned and swept.”

She chuckled. “I guess you and the other auxiliary members worked your magic?”

“Yes, we did. I hope tonight goes well.”

“You will come, won’t you?”

He glanced down the street, wondering what she expected him to say. “I don’t cook. I’ll make sure a monetary contribution is dropped off, but—”

She threw the truck in park and opened the driver’s door. Stepping out, she walked around the hood and stopped beside him. Settling her palms on his cheeks, he couldn’t help but flinch. Her hands were cold, but the fragrance filling him made his nostrils flare and his mouth water.

“Bradley, you are part of this community even if you decide to leave tomorrow. The auxiliary is putting on this spread so you are expected to attend. I will make sure they put you in charge of the coffee urns. Okay?” She smiled at him.

He nodded. He couldn’t speak, since his mouth had gone dry. Her smile brightened his day and the urge to kiss her made his body react, but all he could do was lick his lips. He vowed not to make a move on her again. If she wanted him, it was up to her to kiss him.

“Where are you headed?” She tapped his laptop satchel.

Realizing she had changed the subject, or simply ignored how close together they stood, he said, “Well, I had planned to get some work done while eating a fresh out of the oven muffin and some brewed coffee, but someone interrupted my early morning ritual. Now I need to find some place with Wi-Fi.”

“The coast is clear, if you want to head back to the bookstore, but I just picked up a dozen of those muffins and the coffee urn is percolating at this very moment inside the fire house. Want a ride?”

As she climbed back into the truck cab, he was torn.

“Oh, we have Wi-Fi, too.”

That settled it. He opened the door, climbed into the passenger seat, and placed his satchel on the floor.

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Author Bio

Nancy Lee Badger grew up in Huntington on New York’s Long Island. After attending Plymouth State, in New Hampshire, she earned a Bachelor of Science degree and met and married her college sweetheart. They raised two handsome sons in Rumney, New Hampshire, where Nancy volunteered as an EMT and firefighter while working full-time. When the children had left the nest, and shoveling snow became a chore, she retired from her satisfying job as a 911 Emergency Medical Dispatcher and moved to North Carolina, where she writes full-time. She and family volunteer every fall at the NH Highland Games.

Nancy is a member of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Fantasy-Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, and the Triangle Association of Freelancers. She loves to travel with her husband and is never far from her laptop. She finds story ideas in the most unusual places. Connect withher here:

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Searching for Home

Fourth in the Cal’s Law seriesf

Jenny is happily married to her strong, gorgeous sheriff. She has greatfriends and a good job. But life is never perfect is it? Within a short time, she and Cal have to move from the home they rent, need to move in with his parents and receive life-changing news from her mother’s lawyer. Jenny’s friend and boss, Allie, has her share of problems too – money woes, grabby clients and burglaries near her work.

When they try to keep their worries from their protective husbands, they find out what it means to have an alpha man to deal with. After the girls are attacked at work, things seem to go from bad to worse. Taking on adult responsibilities is never easy as they’re finding out the hard way. Good thing they have their older friends, Cassie, Sue, Annie and Lily to fall back on.

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Excerpt

The bastard had followed her! He’d come into her own home! The utter fury she’d felt since that morning seemed to surge into Allie’s right arm and she rounded on him. “You son-of-a-bitch! I’ll kick your ass!” she shouted as her fist plowed into his face so hard, he went down. With her right leg raised for a well-aimed kick, she heard Ryan shout, “Stop, stop! It’s me!”

“What’s happening?” came a shout from the other end of the house. With adrenalin still surging, Allie tried to refocus. She knelt down next to Ryan, helping him sit up.

He had his hands pressed to his face as he let out a loud, “Ow!”

Allie heard someone shout, “What’s going on? Who’s here?” Then another shout, “Allie, are you okay?”

She looked up to see Cassie and Sue charging down the hall. Cassie was in the lead, but it was Sue who was holding Allie’s cast iron frying pan above her head.

“What happened? Is he still here?” Cassie was demanding, shouting above the music. Allie, ignoring her mother-in-law, was hovering over Ryan. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” “Stop!” shouted Ryan above the din. “Allie, turn off the damn music,” he commanded, and she hurried to comply.

She came back quickly and knelt beside Ryan as silence filled the house.

“What happened?” Cassie asked for the third time. “Did someone break in? They’re not still here, are they?”
Ryan got to his feet. “Sue, will you put that damn thing down before you kill somebody?” Sue lowered the frying pan but still looked around warily.

“I guess I should be glad Allie wasn’t holding it,” Ryan said.
Allie gently pulled his arm down from his face so she could see the damage. It was bad.

His eye was swelling fast and she could see the angry-looking red skin that would eventually develop into a serious black eye.

“You did this?” Cassie asked Allie in a stunned voice .

Meet PK Corey

After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service.

I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My Cal’s Law series, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.

I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com

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The first book in a two-book series is now available. Follow Chief Petty Officer Calder Reade as he attempts to make sense of why, after being shot while practicing to be a Special Amphibious Reconnaissance Corpsman he is rescuing pick pockets and former Royal Marine sergeants in the middle of England’s war with Napoleon rather than pushing up daisies in a VA cemetery.

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Chief Petty Officer Calder Reede gets shot while serving an apprenticeship in a modern ER, and travels through time to 19^thcentury England. His best guess is he was sent back to be a physician who can make a difference by using modern methods. But what if he’s wrong?  If not a physician, then what? Perhaps the sorceress grandmother of the Chinese apothecary he just met will have the answer.

If you’d like to get a free ARC for a review, there are a limited amount available – Booksprout

Excerpt

As Calder Reade waited for the nurse to finish cutting the patient’s bloody T-shirt away, the ER continued to maintain its status of controlled chaos. At the nurse’s nod, he moved forward and began what he liked to call the Golden Hour dance to keep the teen gang member alive long enough to give the surgeons upstairs a fighting chance.

One more week remained of his internship at St. Petersburg’s West Bay Medical Center trauma ward, and Chief Petty Officer Reade could call himself a fully certified Special Amphibious Reconnaissance Corpsman.

But for the present he would concentrate on searching for the source of his patient’s bleeding, as he tuned out the usual cacophony surrounding his bay.

C’mon, c’mon, stop hiding from me, you little bleeder. I can fix you if I can find you. Not bothering to lift his eyes from his patient’s chest, he said, “I need more—”

The ER nurse gave him the suction before he could complete the sentence.

Since his surgical mask hid his grin of appreciation, he winked at her. The slow wink the nurse returned told him he’d be getting some after their shift.

Ah-ha, got you! Now hold on and let me work my magic. Keeping his focus in the ER was a damn sight easier than in combat. No whistles of in-coming RPG rounds or the staccato beat of machine guns to break his concentration on his patient. He only needed to hear the nurses calling out vitals and the prompts from his supervisory doctor. When Doctor Feinstein’s bellowed a warning of “Gun,” he looked up and, in a blink his world went from clamping the bleeder closed before the kid bled out, to a searing pain blossoming across his back. He had the fleeting, crazy thought a mule kicked him. Whatever the cause, his focus strayed from his patient, and he gasped an apology as he fell across his body.

Before his vision went haywire and the ER disappeared entirely, Chief Petty Officer Reade asked himself another of his favorite what-if questions. What if he forgot to wear his body armor to the ER and got shot by a rival gang member on a retribution mission? 

Bio  

 C. L. Hadyn aka Cyn Hadyn, a career historian with Hungarian/Viking nomadic roots, loads up the gypsy wagon for the last time (hopefully) and heads to Greensboro, North Carolina, to follow her delusion of becoming a New York Times best-selling author. Yeah, sounds silly but it’s true. I’m a transplanted Yankee living way south of the Mason-Dixon Line despite its lack of decent Italian food. Uh, concerning the Italian food, I’d still sacrifice a small digit for authentic Italian cuisine a la Philly, Trenton, or New York.

Before settling down to write full time in the land of ‘bless your heart, and y’all’, I was a Special Operations (US Army and US Marines) military historian/archivist. Now I collect a retirement check and write paranormal, and historical romance. I guess my service with Army and Marine Special Operations left an indelible impression on my writing, because my characters, both male and female, are distinctly Spec Ops in their outlook.  They leave no man behind, color outside the lines, and are very, very lethal. I’ve also pushed the envelope a little by including Erotica and BDSM and M/M romance. Which brings me to my latest books: Golden Hours Book 1: Fall Back; Off Track; The Danegeld, and Guarded Hearts, published by Decadent Publishing under the pseudonym C. L. Hadyn.

If you have a taste for the paranormal, historical romance, or something more outre’, I would love to hear from you via Facebook.com/Cyn Hadyn or C. L. Hadyn.

Yes, book four of the Conall Clan is now available for pre-order! Budapest Fairy Tale is the story of Marcel. You met him when he and Karen, his sister, were kidnapped by Eric in book two. He demanded his own story and I was happy to oblige.

This family has really caught my imagination and a fifth book is currently under construction. Let me know who you think needs a story – I love suggestions from my readers. I’m giving away four copies (fourth book, right), so send in your thoughts to be entered in the contest! Just reply to the blog with the red stamp above and you’re in.

Coming October 5 – Amazon

Visiting Budapest during the writing of the story was the icing on the cake. I saw most of the places I wrote about, though it would take weeks to see everything I wanted to. If you’ve read my newsletter you’ve seen a lot of my pictures and they show so little of the magnificence of the place.

Here’s a little excerpt –

“Are you getting cold?” Jacquelyn asked.

“I’ve been overheated since I first laid eyes on you,” he admitted.

“Too bad, we could go to one of the thermal baths and spas. There are a dozen of them around.”

“Bath? Like massages and stuff? Even in the winter?”

She grinned, “Yes. There are saunas and steam rooms in addition to the baths. It’s very relaxing.”

“I didn’t bring a suit,” he groaned.

“I did and one for you. Not a lot of tourists enjoy it in this weather. The baths are thermal however, so the water will keep us warm. I think we would be fine.”

“You are definitely my lifemate. Let’s go.”

He could see the steam rising from the water as they approached. There were more people than he had imagined, though it still wasn’t crowded. As they separated to change, she handed him a small bag and he pulled the suit out.

“Uh, are you kidding?”

“What?”

“It’s, uh, very European.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s a Speedo. I’m not sure . . .”

“You’re not self-conscious about your body, are you? I can tell you, you will put the others to shame.”

“It’s just a little embarrassingly small. And with you standing so close, I can barely fit in what I’m wearing now.”

The loveliest blush covered her face as her eyes danced. “If we’re to be mated, I need to know what I’m getting, don’t you think?”

“That’s fair. Be advised, everyone else here will see what you’re getting, too.” Her laughter made his heart turn flips, and he kissed her. “Hurry, I want to see what I’m getting as well.”

He forced himself to the dressing room, feeling her eyes on his back. The room where he changed reminded him of the wine cellar at the house, with the cavern-like ceiling of brick. Both were so much older than anything he had ever seen back in the States.

His heart nearly stopped at the sight of her in a one-piece black bathing suit. It was modest compared to many here, and to his mind, classier. Jacquelyn had pulled her long hair up into a messy bun and strands of the dark silk were already pulling free to outline her face. She was by far the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and this suit showed that off with grace and refinement.

He wanted to devour her.

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