Ann Swann: The Remains in The Pond

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Author Interview – Ann Swann

1. Woohoo! You are a published author. Describe a strong character trait you possess, good or bad, and how it helped you become a published author. I think one of my best character traits is my stubborn streak. It means I never give up and I seldom give in. Of course it’s also one of my worst character traits!

2. Sometimes an author begins writing a story before they are aware of its genre. Did you choose your genre, or did it choose you? The romantic suspense genre definitely chose me. I started out writing what I thought would be another contemporary novel like my first one, All For Love, but then a kernel of darkness revealed itself in the character of Kurt, the sociopath.

3. The plot thickens, or does it? Which one are you, a pantser or a plotter? I’m a hybrid when it comes to plotting. After an idea presents itself, I always write the first few scenes and usually the ending (because I have to know where I’m going), then I start free-writing and plotting as I go.

4. Fear 101: As writers it is our duty to make our characters face their fears. Have you ever included one of your own fears in a storyline? I do sometimes include bits of myself in my characters. Whether it be my fears or my beliefs, I often recognize these things only after I’ve written them.

5. Fear 102: Yes, deadlines are terrifying. Have you conquered the juggling act between writing and the rest of your life? What do you do when it feels like the balls are dropping all around you? Agh! Some days I only have a half hour to write. I help with my elderly (disabled) father, pick up and cook for a couple or three grandkids, and try to say hello to my amazing hubby now and then. It’s tough some times! Oh, I also still do research for an online journal a couple of days a week. If I didn’t, I would probably never put on mascara or lipstick!

6. Switch positions with one of your main characters in a scene. What is the outcome, disaster or divine intervention? In The Remains in the Pond, Gabi must face her nemesis at the old pond. It doesn’t end well for one of the girls. If it had been me, I would not have left the pond without knowing the outcome, but one of them left without knowing if the other one was dead or alive. I could never do that. I’m too much of a control freak.

7. Where is your favorite place to write? Add that one comfort food that you can’t do without. I usually write in my recliner with my laptop on my lap (LOL). I have my Bose radio remote on the end table beside me and the station varies between Classic Rock and New Country (I would listen to old classic country but I can’t pick up any of my Sirius stations in the den). I also keep my iPhone beside me for inspiration. I have dozens of playlists and thousands of songs. Even though I do my main writing and revising there, I’m also constantly writing notes for future stories (I write a lot of short fiction, check out Easy Street Magazine or Reader’s Digest, I think I had stories in both of those last June or July) or for the novel I’m currently working on. My iPhone notepad is excellent for that, and I also dictate notes into my phone and email them to myself so I won’t forget what I wrote later on. While I’m writing, I must have coffee, diet Coke, cashews, something chocolate and/or raw spaghetti to crunch.

8. Writing inspirations? I’m constantly inspired by family dramas, both within my own family and in those around me—even news reports and old news articles. In fact, the horrific child-bait-incident in my novel, Stutter Creek, was based on an actual incident that occurred on the Interstate near my hometown. I still wonder what became of that little boy . . .

9. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them? Oh this is a tough question – Stephen King has always been one of my favorite authors, but after he severely dissed Stephanie Meyers over her Twilight books, I lost a lot of respect for him. I think there’s plenty of room for both his terrifying vampires (I’ve always loved them!) and for her sparkly vampires (I devoured those books when they first came out). So I guess I would ask him why he was so vehement about her work.

10. I’ve gone mad – why don’t you come with me? Some people just don’t understand us writers. Name a quirky, writer-thing you do that friends wish you didn’t. Hmmm . . . I’m just so stinking normal . . . not!  A lot of people don’t seem to understand why I question everything. But I’m just curious. I need to know how things work and why people do what they do. I also love to watch people, especially in grocery stores, restaurants, and parking lots. Another thing some folks don’t seem to understand is why I have to have alone time every day. Too much togetherness can be quite overwhelming for me. I like my own company—and that of my characters.


The Remains in the Pond

by Ann Swann


GENRE: Romantic Suspense





Senior prom is the happiest night of Gabi’s life. Her crush has just revealed that he is every bit as infatuated with her as she is with him. When he has a car wreck and is transported to the hospital in a coma, Gabi feels as if she’s taken a knife to the heart. But his jealous cousin, Rose, sees her chance to give the knife an even harder twist. She convinces Gabi to meet her at a local parking spot outside town. It’s a night that will change several lives forever. One of the girls will return, and one will become known as the remains in the pond.



I didn’t see Matt anywhere. There weren’t any vehicles in the gravel lot. I parked but didn’t roll down the windows. Something felt wrong. The night began to feel as opaque as the murky water. If Matt wanted to see me, where was he?

Backing up, I shined my headlights a different direction, then I made a small tight circle and lit up the entire parking area a little at a time. Low mesquites and spindly live oaks bordered one side of the lot. It was the sort of foliage that loved a little water now and then but thrived just as well without it. I saw neither Matt nor Rose.

After a few minutes, I pulled out of the lot and circled the pond as far as I could go. The gravel road didn’t loop around the entire thing, only about three quarters of the way, and then you were forced to turn around in the only remaining wide spot unless you wanted to get out and have a picnic beneath the single stand of oaks tall enough to give good shade.

Of course I didn’t need any shade now. And I really didn’t want to get out of the car. This seemed too weird. I put the car in reverse and executed a careful turnaround. When my headlights picked out the figure at the edge of the water, I inhaled sharply. It was not what I expected to find.

I rolled down my window. “Rose?” I called. “Is that you?”

A branch cracked, a shadow moved, and panic slid between my ribs like a blade.  The figure turned toward my headlights, definitely female. She wore her long hair lose and flowing. Under the moonlight, I couldn’t be certain if the woman’s hair was red or light brown.

“What are you doing here?” No answer. “Where’s Matt?” I tried to keep my voice steady, to show her I wasn’t afraid. I put the car in PARK and opened my door tentatively, putting one foot on the ground.

She stared into my headlights, one hand shielding her eyes like a sailor looking for land, and then, like a flash, she ran straight at me. Straight toward my little Honda with the window rolled down. Her hair flew out behind her and it was all so surreal that for a moment, I simply sat there, paralyzed. Then she raised her right hand above her head. In her grip, I caught a glimpse of silver.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Ann has been a writer since junior high school, but to pay the bills she’s waited tables, delivered newspapers, cleaned other people’s houses, taught school, and even had a short stint as a secretary in a rock-n-roll radio station. She also worked as a 911 operator and a police dispatcher.

Ann’s stories began to win awards in her college days. Since then she’s published novels, novellas, and short stories. But even if no one ever bought another book, Ann wouldn’t stop writing. For her it’s the cathartic pause in a sometimes-crazy world. Most of the time, it even keeps her sane.





Twitter: @ann_swann


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Kris Bock: Counterfeits #BookHugs

Please welcome guest author Kris Bock!

People have mixed feelings about autumn – that “back to school” anxiety can last well into adulthood – but it’s my favorite time of year in New Mexico. The temperatures are finally dropping, and the smell of roasting green chile fills the air. (Stop by my blog for information on the New Mexico chile and some Southwestern recipes.) It’s the perfect time to curl up with a good book. Of course, ANY time is the right time for a good book! I hope you’re staying safe, warm, and dry, with plenty of good books to read. ~ Kris




Jenny returns to her grandparents’ art camp in a remote New Mexico town after her grandmother’s sudden death. That night she wakes to the noise of intruders. What do the strangers want? As more bizarre events unfold, Jenny realizes the people she thought she knew are not what they seem – least of all Rob, an old friend whose past may be coming back to haunt them all.

Counterfeits is romantic suspense in the Southwest that will interest fans of Mary Stewart, Lillian Stewart Carl, and Barbara Michaels.

Counterfeits is the kind of romantic suspense novel I have enjoyed since I first read Mary Stewart’s Moonspinners…. 5 Stars” – Roberta at Sensuous Reviews blog


Chapter 1

Jenny’s rolling suitcase bumped up the porch steps. Once, twice, three times, like a knock that would never be answered. Tears stung her eyes in the cold night air. How many times had she rushed to this door with a sense of coming home? Growing up, she had spent every summer at her grandparents’ art camp. She hadn’t been back as often in the last ten years, but it still felt more like home than any place else in the world.

She took a shuddering breath and turned away to gaze up at the dark sky. Stars splashed across the moonless night, so many stars she could hardly pick out the constellations. The band of the Milky Way sparkled like a streak of glitter paint on velvet paper. She had gazed up at that sky a million times, and yet it filled her with awe. After a decade living among the lights of New York City, it was easy to forget that nature had her own Great White Way.

She shivered. During her summers in the northwestern New Mexico mountains, nights had typically been mild, even at over 6000 feet elevation. Now the temperature had to be dropping toward freezing. Maybe that was why the vast, chilled sky seemed so distant and lonely.

Jenny leaned back against the door and closed her eyes. She was so tired. Maybe she’d take a few extra days and rest. But she couldn’t bring herself to enter her grandparents’ house and go to bed, knowing she’d be alone. When her grandfather had died two years before, her heart had broken. Now her grandmother was gone as well.

Jenny tried not to imagine her grandmother’s last moments, when the car she was driving had skidded off the twisty mountain road two days before. She tried to blank out all thoughts, all grief. She took a ragged breath, the frigid air searing her lungs, and released it slowly, hoping to empty her mind as well.

Her thoughts refused to quiet, while her heart ached with emptiness, a dark hole as vast and cold as the night sky


Jenny rose from sleep slowly, her body resisting. She could see nothing in the pitch black. Where was she? She blinked, trying to make sure her eyes were really open.

Memories broke through the fog. The phone call, the rush across country, the late arrival. Crawling into bed in her grandparents’ upstairs guest room. She groaned and pulled up the blanket. Morning must be hours away, given the darkness.

The old house creaked, but no sounds drifted in from outside. Maybe that’s what woke her; she was used to the murmur of city sounds all night long. Who’d have thought that would become normal?

Her head pounded. Probably dehydration from the high elevation and dry air. She should get up, drink a glass of water, take a couple of aspirin. Her head would thank her in the morning. If only she could make herself move.

The house creaked again, followed by a rhythmic sound – like footsteps. Jenny jerked upright, her ears straining. Had she heard a voice?

She shook her head. She must still be half asleep, dreaming. Imagining her grandparents were still here. Wishful thinking.

Downstairs, a door closed. Jenny clutched the blanket. Imagination be damned. She was not alone.


Kris Bock writes novels of suspense and romance with outdoor adventures and Southwestern landscapes. The Mad Monk’s Treasure follows the hunt for a long-lost treasure in the New Mexico desert. In The Dead Man’s Treasure, estranged relatives compete to reach a buried treasure by following a series of complex clues. In The Skeleton Canyon Treasure, sparks fly when reader favorites Camie and Tiger help a mysterious man track down his missing uncle. Whispers in the Dark features archaeology and intrigue among ancient Southwest ruins. What We Found is a mystery with strong romantic elements about a young woman who finds a murder victim in the woods.


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Sharon Buchbinder: Legacy of Evil #BookHugs


Ghost #BookHugs from Romance Authors: Legacy of Evil: The Hotel LaBelle Series, Book 2 by Sharon Buchbinder



Release date: October 13, 2017

Keywords: Paranormal, Mystery, Thriller, Suspense, Fantasy, Psychics, Undercover Agents, Small Town, Native American Heroine, Biker Hero

When a wild mustang is shot in Montana, renowned horse whisperer and telepath, Emma Horserider, is called in to calm the herd and find out what happened. Once on scene she is almost killed by a bullet-spewing drone, and calls her black ops brother for back-up.

Emma’s help roars into her life covered in tattoos and riding a Harley. Remote viewer Bronco Winchester takes the assignment because he is ordered to, but he wonders what type of assistance, his boss’s sister needs. That is until he sees Emma, a valiant Warrior Woman proud of her Crow heritage.

Posing as a married couple, Emma and Bronco go undercover to infiltrate and stop a hate group. Both are anxious enough without the now growing attachment they feel for one another. When the lives of many are on the line, they are not sure if they will live or die—let alone have a chance at love. One battle, one outcome. Who will win? Good or evil?



Bronco now stood squinting in the late afternoon sun, knocking at a door with no bell,  and  waiting  for  a  response.  Dogs  barked  and a window  curtain  twitched.  Good.  Someone  was home. He adjusted his pack, leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and said, “Any time now.” As the words slid out of  his  mouth,  he  heard  the  unmistakable  sound  of a shotgun being pumped.

Uh. Oh.

He raised his hands. “Don’t shoot. I’m unarmed.”

Turning slowly to face his fate, his jaw fell open, and his  heart  rate  kicked  up  a  notch  from  being  on  thewrong end of a shotgun or from the weapon holder’s looks, he wasn’t sure. A raven haired Amazon in a tank top,  jeans,  and  metal  tipped  cowboy  boots  held  the Mossberg 500 in a perfect military stance. Long strands of hair blew across her face in the hot breeze. A large purple  bruise  bloomed  on  her left cheek. She squinted her dark brown eyes and gave him a laser-beam once over from his dusty black boots to his sweat soaked do-rag.

“Who are you, and what do you want?”

If he hadn’t been so intent on not getting killed, he would  have  spent  more  time  staring  at  those  full, luscious,  kissable  lips  and  thinking  about  how  she would taste. As it was, he guessed he had less than a minute to respond before getting blasted into the next county.


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Sharon Buchbinder has been writing fiction since middle school and has the rejection slips to prove it. An RN, she provided health care delivery, became a researcher, association executive, and obtained a PhD in Public Health. When not teaching or writing, she can be found fishing, walking her dogs, or breaking bread and laughing with family and friends in Baltimore, MD and Punta Gorda, FL.


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A Message from the Author One of the things I have learned in my life as an author, professor, wife, sister, mother, aunt, grandmother, great-aunt, and pet lover is that we are more alike than not. For me, romance is not only about the story of people falling in love, but also about connecting with readers and their lives. We are living in challenging times and at times those challenges can feel overwhelming. I call on each of us to take a moment to reach out and connect with other people. Let someone know they matter. It only takes a few words of kindness to lift someone up. You may be the one person who helps someone get through a rough patch.



Jack Hillman on Tour: Magic Forgotten

Jack Hillman will be awarding a $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.


Magic Forgotten

by Jack Hillman


Author Interview: Jack Hillman

  1. Woohoo! You are a published author. Describe a strong character trait you possess, good or bad, and how it helped you become a published author. Persistent.  I’m handicapped and as a result have to be very persistent to accomplish most things.  This comes in handy when writing so I don’t get discouraged when rejections cross my desk. As thy do fairly often.

2. Sometimes an author begins writing a story before they are aware of its genre. Did you choose your genre, or did it choose you? Normally I choose the genre, because I know where the story is going before I start writing. Which does not mean the publisher may change my mind when they offer a contract.

3. The plot thickens, or does it? Which one are you, a pantser or a plotter? I little of both. I try to plot, but things change as I’m writing and I wind up pantsing.

4. Fear 101: As writers it is our duty to make our characters face their fears. Have you ever included one of your own fears in a storyline? Yes, fear of Success: In my new novel the main character is trying to teach his new partner about the world but is afraid when she learns how to deal with the world she may leave him.

5. Fear 102: Yes, deadlines are terrifying. Have you conquered the juggling act between writing and the rest of your life? What do you do when it feels like the balls are dropping all around you? I spent about fifteen years as a journalist facing daily deadlines so I’m used to deadlines.  If you plan properly and work persistently, you tend to meet all deadlines.  If that doesn’t work run screaming around the house waving a battle ax and people leave you alone so you can get your work done.

6. Switch positions with one of your main characters in a scene. What is the outcome, disaster or divine intervention? If I switched with Dan Braden, the results would be bloody.  I’m meaner than he is and a lot more sneaky.

7. Where is your favorite place to write? Add that one comfort food that you can’t do without. I have a very well set-up office to work in.  Minimal distractions and a lot of books to look at for inspiration (since I’ve read most of them). Comfort food: Pretzels.  I buy the big jar to munch on.

8. Writing inspirations? Robert Heinlein, Mercedes Lackey, David Weber, Richard Meade, David Eddings, Andre Norton, Musically- anything with bagpipes or a Celtic Harp.

  1. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them? I don’t have just one favorite but I’d ask any of them the same question: What’s your next book?

10. I’ve gone mad – why don’t you come with me? Some people just don’t understand us writers. Name a quirky, writer-thing you do that friends wish you didn’t. Massive use of non sequiturs and obscure quotes from books most folks haven’t read. I confuse the heck out of them. And then come the puns. It’s all downhill from there.



GENRE:   Urban Fantasy



Magic Forgotten is an Adult Urban Fantasy set in Eastern PA. It is the story of a paraplegic, freelance writer who has withdrawn from the world only to be dragged back out by the appearance of two strangers in his back yard.  They are a Sidhe, the old elves of England, and a human wizardess, a captive of the elf, and they are here to take over the world. The writer and the wizardess have to stop the elf from achieving his plans.



Dan gripped the rails of his chair with both hands, holding himself upright by what little strength remained in his body. The cold touch of the steel tubing seemed to give him energy and he looked up at Baraz.

“What is it you need?” he asked, weakly. The stones permitted this question, perhaps because it was a benefit to Dan’s master. “I can find anything here faster than any visitor. You need me alert and conscious. To get what you need.” Each phrase was a strain to speak, without direction from Baraz.

“We have found what we need, cripple,” Baraz answered. “By now, Thook has discovered the way into the place where they grow the gems we seek.” He stood, pointing to the computer as if the gems were there for display. “That place grows gemstones, an amazing skill I must learn for myself. Two stones of the proper design, placed together inside a spell Thook will prepare, will open a doorway from my world to thine. The light of the sun will rip through the veil and provide the path for my queen to come back to her power.”

“You want laser crystals,” Dan exclaimed, the logo now making sense to him. He had seen it before, in an ad in the employment section of the local paper. SolarTech grew laser crystals for industrial use and they were looking for good employees to work in the labs and clean rooms of their facility. “This has got to be the strangest quest I ever heard of,” he mumbled. “You look like a reject from a sword and sorcery movie. Playing with laser crystals, no less.”

“Enough,” Baraz shouted. “Thy place is to obey, nothing more.” He stepped forward and pointed the ax at Dan. “I could dispense with thee now, but that would require another tool in thy place. But soon, fool, thou wilt be as worthless as thou appear. Then I will deal with thy insolence.”

Dan snapped. Baraz was within arm’s reach. Uncaring of the pain caused by the stones on his wrists and forehead, Dan gripped the shaft of the ax. More due to Baraz’s surprise than any martial skill, Dan jerked the ax free, spun it in his hands and swung at Baraz’s stomach. The blade sheared through the tunic, grating on the mail beneath. Dan spun the shaft in his hands, tangling the tunic around the ax-heads and pulled, dragging Baraz to him.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

A lifelong Pennsylvania resident, Jack began a love of books sitting amid the mystery of hospitals and medical paraphernalia. Mythology of all cultures and a fascination with martial philosophies led to King Arthur, the knights of the round table and an array of science fiction and fantasy authors that had a strong impact on his life.

Real life got in the way of a writing career to start, but thirty years in the life and medical insurance field led Jack to a job as a stringer for local newspapers and writing for medical and insurance journals. In addition to years in the insurance field Jack also has fifteen years experience as a journalist and freelance writer, and has even won a Keystone Press Award (1998) for his journalistic efforts. Jack has written on a wide variety of subjects and keeps his hand in medical and insurance matters on a daily basis.

In addition to newspaper reporting and magazine articles, Jack has written articles for a variety websites–some under his own name and some as a behind-the-scenes contributor. Jack’s first short fiction piece, a novella, was serialized in an old BBS site in 1992, with the first hard copy magazine story arriving in 1993. Four dinner theater plays written by Jack have been produced and performed for local theater in Eastern Pennsylvania. His novels are now coming to light with the release of There Are Giants In This Valley published by Archebooks Publishing.

With experience as a journalist, short story writer, playwright and novelist, Jack often speaks at writer’s conferences, to writer’s groups and to school gatherings. If you are looking for a speaker on esoteric subjects, Jack probably has something tucked away in a folder for the occasion.

He lives in eastern Pennsylvania with his supportive wife, a squad of feline editors, and an array of edged weapons to inspire his works.

Updated on December 22, 2015 by Jack Hillman


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Michael Okon on Tour: Monsterland

One randomly drawn commenter will win a $50 Amazon/BN GC (international giveaway), five randomly drawn winners will win a size large Monsterland T-shirt (US only).


Author Interview


Any weird things you do when you’re alone?

I bite the inside of my lips. I do it when I’m concentrating. Then my wife and mom tell me to stop. So I guess I don’t do that when I’m alone. But I think I do.


What is your favorite quote and why?

“A day without laughter is a day wasted.” – Charlie Chaplin. I think that says it all.


Who is your favorite author and why?

Me. No, I’m kidding. I can’t choose one author, it’s like choosing children. But I will give you a few. Wallace Wattles and Joseph Murphy – their books “The Science of Getting Rich” and “The Power of Your Subconscious Mind” changed my life. They taught me that the universe is at our command and you can manifest anything you’d like. Michael Crichton has been very influential in my life. Jurassic Park was the spark that made me want to be a writer.


What, in your opinion, are the most important elements of good writing?

 When a writer can make you forget about your day while reading his/her work, that’s the best type of writing. I liken reading a good book to playing a video game. You are not thinking about your mortgage, your car payment, or your broken sprinkler in the backyard. You are completely immersed in the moment and truly care about the characters you are reading about.


Where did you get the idea for this book?

I always wanted to write a monster book, but couldn’t come up with something catchy. I wanted to write something completely brand new, but still have a primal theme that audiences could connect with.  My son and I were watching an 80s and 90s movie marathon one weekend. It popped into my head after watching The Goonies and Jurassic Park. “What about a theme park with zombies?” I immediately called my brother to tell him about this nugget I conceived, and, to my surprise, he said “No.” I told him it would be like Rollercoaster Tycoon– a game he and I used to play when we were kids where you build your own theme park and manage it. My brother said, “It can’t be just zombies. It’s gotta be werewolves, vampires, AND zombies.” Right then I knew every single ride that each creature was going to be showcased in. I started beating out the story that night with my characters. Fast forward three months later, Monsterland (the self-published version) arrives on Amazon and becomes an instant hit with audiences. Fast forward two years later and I have a literary agent, an entertainment attorney, a film agent, a publicist, a two-book publishing deal with a commercial publisher, and film interest with a very well-known producer – all centering on an idea about a theme park with real monsters that popped into my mind a couple years ago. It’s been some thrill ride.



by Michael Okon


GENRE:  Horror (Monsters)





Welcome to Monsterland—the scariest place on Earth. Wyatt Baldwin’s senior year is not going well. His parents divorce, then his dad mysteriously dies. He’s not exactly comfortable with his new stepfather, Carter White, either. An ongoing debate with his best friends Melvin and Howard Drucker over which monster is superior has gotten stale. He’d much rather spend his days with beautiful and popular Jade. However, she’s dating the brash high-school quarterback Nolan, and Wyatt thinks he doesn’t stand a chance. But everything changes when Wyatt and his friends are invited to attend the grand opening of Monsterland, a groundbreaking theme park where guests can interact with vampires in Vampire Village, be chased by werewolves on the River Run, and walk among the dead in Zombieville. With real werewolves, vampires and zombies as the main attractions, what could possibly go wrong?



The sky was a sparkling, powder blue, mosquitoes droned lazily over the tepid water, frogs croaked messages while they sunbathed on waxy lily pads. The fire he created burned bright, rabbit roasting on a spit made from hickory, the juices dripping to hiss in the flames. Seven of them lay in scattered repose, enjoying the late afternoon lull—two napped, the others tossed a stuffed fur in the form of a ball around the clearing, hooting with amusement when it rolled into the brush. They traveled in a pack, his group, his makeshift family, foraging together, hiding in plain sight. It had been that way for generations. But the glades were getting smaller, the humans invasive.

The sun started its slow descent into the horizon, hot pink and lilac clouds rippling against the empty canvas of the sky. Their color deepened as the sky filled, the rosy hue morphing into a burnt orange as the sun hid behind the condensation. The air thickened, moisture causing the leaves to lie heavily against the branches. Here and there, fireflies lit the gloom, doing a placid ballet in the humid air. The men moved closer as the sun sank into the western treetops, the fading sky promising another clear day tomorrow in the Everglades despite the moving ceiling of clouds.

A lone hawk cried out, disturbing the peace of the glade. Huge birds answered, flapping their wings, creating a cacophony of swamp sounds. The area became a concerto of animals responding to the disruption of their home—wild screams, squeaks, and complaints of the invasion of their territory.

The lead male stood, his head tilted. He heard it again. It was music, the strange organization of sounds, predictable as well as dangerous. Where those rhythms originated meant only one thing—they were not alone. They all rose, tense and alert, searching the waterway. Billy pointed, his dirty hands silently parting an outcropping of trees to expose a flat-bottom boat with strangers floating slowly toward them. It was filled with people, excitedly searching the banks of the swamp, their expensive khaki bush clothes ringed with sweat. Many held huge cameras. It was obviously a film crew, invasive, nosy individuals looking for something, anything, to enhance their lives. Men’s voices drifted on the turgid air. Billy stood, sniffing, his mates following suit. He glanced at the sky, gauging the time, his eyes opening wide. It was late. The bald top of the moon peeked over the ridge in the south, the sky graying to twilight with each passing second. Night came fast and furious in the swamp, dropping a curtain of darkness, extinguishing all light except for the beacon of the full moon. That chalk-white orb floated upward, indifferent to the consequences of its innocent victims. A halo of lighter blue surrounded the globe, limning the trees silver, the cobwebs in the trees becoming chains of dripping diamonds in the coming night.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Michael Okon is the award-winning and best-selling author & screenwriter formerly known as Michael Phillip Cash. His originally self-published book Monsterland was picked up in a two-book publishing deal by WordFire Press. Michael is happily married and writes full-time on the North Shore of Long Island with his two screaming monsters in the background.


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New: Tova’s Dragon Ghost #Bookhugs by @LyndiLamont

Lyndi Lamont’s inspirational message: I believe love is a powerful force in this world. It brings lovers together, creates families and lives on after death in the hearts of those left behind. It may not make the world go ’round, but love makes the world a better place.


Tova’s Dragon

Steamy Paranormal Romance

By Lyndi Lamont



Seek help of the Lord of Drakkenberg. Only he can aid you. You must fly with the dragon.

Tova Svensdottir, an earth mage, is on a mission to save her homeland, the Kingdom of Velosia from the evil wizard Bruno of Grimmdorn. Her grandmother tells her to seek help of the Lord of Drakkenberg, but the old lord is dead. In his castle, high on a mountaintop, she instead encounters his son, the Outlaw Kane.

Kane fled Velosia after a futile attempt to rescue his father and his mate from Bruno’s cruel prison, killing the head guard in the process. Now that Bruno has been banished, Kane has returned to clear his name, but his purpose changes when he meets Tova.  Tova’s warmth stirs his passions and her courage touches his heart, but he dreads telling her of his true nature, certain she will recoil. But Tova is made of sterner stuff.

Together, Kane and Tova have the power to save Velosia. If they survive the coming battle. But can an earth mage find happiness with a dragonshifter?



Tova awoke to find herself on a soft bed wrapped in the embrace of a very hot, very aroused man. She opened her eyes to look around the dimly lit chamber, and everything came back to her—the climb up the mountain, the lightning storm, being guided to the cave, and the fall in the tunnel.

She squirmed around to stare at the man. “Where am I? And who you are?”

He flashed a reassuring smile. “I am Kane and this is my cave. You fell and hit your head.”

She studied the face just inches from her own. He was older than she, perhaps in his third decade. Long black hair hung down to his shoulders, and his eyes were a warm shade of amber under straight black brows. Her gaze dropped to sensual lips above a cleft chin. He was handsome as sin and naked to the waist. A shiver traveled up her spine and her heartbeat increased. Why did his name sound familiar?

Around his neck he wore a heavy gold chain with a large, luminous pearl dangling from it. When she reached out to touch the pearl, she sensed power radiating from it, from him. “You guided me to the cave, did you not? I thank you.”

“You are welcome, daughter of earth.”

She smiled at the apt nickname. “I am called Tova Svensdottir.”

He nodded in acknowledgement. “How are you feeling, Mistress Tova?”

She assessed the situation. Though warmer, her head still hurt and her energy was depleted. Self-healing would take a long time in this state. “Better, but still weak.”

“I am not surprised, given your ordeal. Where were you headed in such a hurry, and what on earth brought you to my mountain? Are you lost?”

She hesitated, uncertain whether to trust him. Mutti Zee’s instructions echoed in her head and she plunged ahead. “I seek the Lord of Drakkenberg.”

Kane raised his brows. “You have come to the right place, though the old lord is dead.”

Suddenly, she realized who he was and scooted away from him. ’Twas just her luck to be rescued by the most feared outlaw in the land. “Please do not hurt me, Kane of Drakkenberg.”

With a sigh, he rose from the bed, clad only in his breeches and hose. He stared down at her, an earnest look on his face. “I would never hurt you, Mistress Tova. I am not the monster legend depicts me.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Well, not entirely.”


About the Author:

Lyndi Lamont is the racy alter ego of romance author Linda McLaughlin. Writing sexy stories gives her a license to be naughty, at least between the pages of her books! She has written several full-length novels plus numerous short stories and novellas, ranging from historical to futuristic. She believes that love is unending and universal, and enjoys transporting her readers into a different world where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward.

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#OctoberFrights Blog Hop Oct. 10-15: Dark Love Rising by Danita Minnis

Welcome to the October Frights Blog Hop! Join our rafflecopter below to win some fabulous prizes. I’m giving away a copy of my ghostly love story, Adderley’s Bride.

For chills and thrills this scary season, lets talk ghosts and vampires.

Ever felt the hair on the back of your neck lift when staring into the dark? In Adderley’s Bride, Sophie has a feeling someone is watching her. It’s just Gray, the ghost who loves her. He has a plan of his own; be with me. Nice plan if you call that living.





In my vampire romance Dark Love RisingQuinn’s never loved any of his women. Why should Layla be any different? Besides, an assassin’s life is just one murder after another. He has no time for love. What he doesn’t know is that Layla is a vampire and she has all the time in the world. They have more in common than he’ll ever know; her life is also one murder after another.






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2. girlzombieauthors… GirlZombieAuthors 20. depressioncookies… Tia Bach
3. James P McDonald 21. www.bloodredshado… Barbara Custer
4. www.debbiechristi… CURIOSITIES – Debbie Christiana 22. www.nickronomicon… Nicholas Paschall
5. letaphawk.wordpre… Hawk’s Happenings 23. patricialynne.wee… Patricia Lynne
6. alicedesampaiokal… Alice de Sampaio Kalkuhl 24. mreneedramaqueen…. M’Renee Allen
7. carmillavoiez.wix… Carmilla Voiez Horror Author 25. ash-krafton.blogs… Ash Krafton
8. stephanieayersaut… Stephanie Ayers 26. www.clairecriley…. Claire C. Riley
9. mhablas.blogspot…. McCallum J. Morgan 27.… K. M. Cooper
10. blog.danitaminnis… Danita Minnis 28. themusingwriter.b… Rebekkah
11. www.solitaryminds… Philip Harris 29. www.slipperywords… JD Blackrose
12. www.authorcarolin… Caroline A. Gill 30. hiddenworldsbooks… Hidden Worlds Books
13. frightenme.weebly… Naching T. Kassa 31. www.meganorussell… Megan O’Russell
14. stevevernonstoryt… Steve Vernon 32. John Linwood Grant
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17. www.authorsloanem… Sloane Murphy 35.… Mary Rajotte
18.… Lavinia Urban 36. missscarlettflame… Scarlett Flame

Jeanette Watts: Jane Austen Lied to Me

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Author Interview

  1. Woohoo! You are a published author. Describe a strong character trait you possess, good or bad, and how it helped you become a published author. Polish stubbornness. My German husband says Germans are the most stubborn people on earth, but I beg to differ. Poland was wiped completely off the map on more than one occasion, and you’ll notice it didn’t stay that way.  You have to believe in yourself. I really almost never doubt myself. When I was publishing my first book, I spent five years talking to agents who all loved my book, but wanted to change it. I changed it to please them, then they didn’t like my book anymore! I concluded that the problem wasn’t my book, the problem is that agents are crazy.


  1. Sometimes an author begins writing a story before they are aware of its genre. Did you choose your genre, or did it choose you? Oh goodness, it definitely chose me! I’ve been cheerfully writing historical fiction, but then I’m driving home from the Jane Austen Festival when the idea for this modern satire came to me. Next thing you know, I’ve written this romantic comedy that really wants to b a Broadway musical someday. And that’s how it should be. Inspiration should come first. If you sit there saying, “Hey, I want to write a murder mystery thriller,” and then you sit around waiting for inspiration, well, it could get to be a long wait. And the end result will probably not be very good.


  1. The plot thickens, or does it? Which one are you, a pantser or a plotter? I tried to be a plotter. Jane Austen Lied to Me started out plotted. It’s a satire, I don’t think you can NOT plot out a satire. But then it took on a life of its own. The protagonist didn’t always do as she was told. The book has also changed drastically from one draft to the next. I plotted out a much more satirical piece, and it didn’t really have a happy ending. It was funny, but not your typical happy ending. My first round of beta test readers all thought my heroine wasn’t sympathetic enough, and they wanted a happy ending. So I rewrote. And rewrote. The characters told me what happens next, which wasn’t always what I’d planned. But I think the most important thing writers – and for that matter, actors – need to do is stay true to the character.


  1. Fear 101: As writers it is our duty to make our characters face their fears. Have you ever included one of your own fears in a storyline? Um, maybe? I’m not afraid of much. I think it’s reprehensible for societies to dwell on people’s fears. It brings out the worst of people, instead of the best of them. None of my books are about fear. They are about negotiating a path through Life, which is an endless series of obstacles we have to overcome. At least in fiction, we get to stop and celebrate our victories once in a while. In life, sometimes we have to remember to stop and celebrate the victories.


  1. Fear 102: Yes, deadlines are terrifying. Have you conquered the juggling act between writing and the rest of your life? What do you do when it feels like the balls are dropping all around you? The nice thing about being an independent publisher is the deadlines are self-imposed. The juggling act has nothing to do with fear, and a lot to do with distractions. The important thing with writing is to make it a priority. If the laundry doesn’t get done, but the writing does, you’ve got things prioritized right. I tend to prefer a lot of balls in the air; while writing novels, I have also been teaching dance classes at the local community college, running a belly dance troupe and a cancan troupe and a Vintage dance troupe, and run a Friday night social ballroom club. Then I must have gotten bored for a second, because 5 years ago I started the Genteel Outing and Expedition Society, a club that dresses up in Victorian costumes once a month and goes out to do something. Ice skating, archery lessons, bowling, the opera, museum exhibitions… something. All these distractions do not help me get more writing done. But the fact that I have a life rich in playtime and playmates means my brain stays sharp and creative. And happy. I never get writer’s block. Knock on wood…


  1. Switch positions with one of your main characters in a scene. What is the outcome, disaster or divine intervention? Hm… since Kali, the Indian Goddess of Chaos and the Destroyer of Egos is my patron goddess, disaster and divine intervention are not necessarily mutually exclusive.


  1. Where is your favorite place to write? Add that one comfort food that you can’t do without. I like to write in pretty places. When my husband has to travel for conferences, I love to go along and spend the day writing in those big hotel lobbies with lots of couches, and sometimes a bar or restaurant attached. I have friends who let me use their cabin in Canada on Lake Erie for a week. While I was up there, I discovered there were a dozen wineries in the area. One of the wineries had two story tall glass windows with an even grander view of Lake Erie. I’ve rented a cabin in Allegheny National Forest, and a cottage next to the Atlantic Ocean near Boston. When the only distraction is the pretty view when you look up from your writing, it keeps the creative juices flowing. It also helps when these pretty places have no cell signal, so you can’t be distracted by texts and emails and phone calls.

I only get ONE comfort food??? I’d better go with carbohydrates. That way pizza and donuts and pasta are all included. And kringle. Are there carbohydrates in chocolate?


  1. Writing inspirations? I’ve only just realized right this second that all of the authors who have inspired me are women. Margaret Mitchell. Laura Ingalls Wilder. Louisa May Alcott. Dorothy Parker. I do happen to adore David McCullough and Shelby Foote, but while biographies are my favorite things to read, I don’t write biographies. So I’m not sure the gentlemen count as inspirations.


  1. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them? I did actually get to meet David McCullough!! My burning question was, “Can I give you a present?” My first novel, Wealth and Privilege, is set in Western Pennsylvania between 1875-1889. It ends in the Johnstown Flood – The Johnstown Flood was Mr. McCullough’s first book. I relied upon his book heavily in my research. He was the native guide who led me to all the rest of my primary source material. I was allowed to give him a copy of my book. Now I guess if I got to meet him again, my next question would be, “Did you read it/did you like it?” Okay, that’s two questions….


  1. I’ve gone mad – why don’t you come with me? Some people just don’t understand us writers. Name a quirky, writer-thing you do that friends wish you didn’t. Well, I don’t know if it has anything to do with being a writer, or if it’s just being me… but I’m sure my friends wish I flirted less. I flirt with everyone. The cashiers at the grocery store. (My advice to everyone is always talk to the cashier at the grocery store. He or she is having a bad day. I can almost guarantee it. Some cranky customer just ruined their day about half an hour ago.) Small children waiting in line at the post office. Bank tellers. People on the phone doing customer service.

The problem with my flirting is I’m not very original. Any time I make a phone call, or walk in a store, or the bank, or wherever, people are going to ask you, “How can I help you?” I always, always reply, “Oh, honey, I’m beyond help.” And then I state my business. At least, when the person I’m talking to stops laughing. I almost always get a laugh. Whenever I go to a restaurant, which is a minimum of once a week, the waiter or waitress will be guaranteed to introduce themselves. “Hi, I’m Chris, I’ll be taking care of you today.” I always answer “That’s good. We’ll be as much trouble as we can.” The answers I get are varied, ranging from noncomittal (which is rare) to extremely clever. My favorite answer so far was the waitress who said, without missing a beat, “Okay, I’ll go get reinforcements.” She got a really big tip.

The whole point of these predictable one-liners of mine is that I’m having a brief but meaningful exchange with the intended audience, the sales clerk or the waitress. But my friends have to listen to me say the same one-liner over, and over, and over, and over… I’m sure they are heartily sick of hearing it. The problem is, they aren’t the intended audience. I’m not going to stop saying it so long as I get a laugh, and an ice breaker that lets me see a little more about these strangers I will probably never meet again.



Jane Austen Lied to Me

by Jeanette Watts


GENRE: Humor




What college girl doesn’t dream of meeting Mr. Darcy? Lizzie was certainly no exception. But when Darcy Fitzwilliam comes into her life, he turns out to be every bit as aggravating as Elizabeth Bennett’s Fitzwilliam Darcy. So what’s a modern girl to do?

Jeanette Watts’ satire pokes loving fun at Jane and all of us who worship the characters who shall forever be our romantic ideals.




Well!  That was interesting.  My roommate invited me along to this frat party she was going to.  She went through something called rush week, and she is now pledged to a sorority.  She said the frats are less formal than the sororities, and even though I wasn’t a pledge I could go with her.  I figured, why not, it should be fun, right?

I got to meet the guy she’s chasing.  I couldn’t blame her for being interested.  He’s cute, and sweet, and considerate, and a total people-pleaser.  One of his parents must be the demanding sort who is never happy.

He introduced us to his friend… whose name is Darcy Fitzwilliam!  I wasn’t sure at first that the guy wasn’t just pulling our legs.

“Your mother obviously loves Jane Austen,” I laughed.

“Obviously,” he answered.  Not much to go by.”

“I love Pride and Prejudice,” I continued.

“I hate Pride and Prejudice.” I can only describe the look he was giving me as hostile.

“I think you will find yourself very much in a minority,” I answered, returning his look with one of my own.

We didn’t talk any more that night.  Talk about getting off on the wrong foot!



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Jeanette Watts had been writing historic fiction when the inspiration for Jane Austen Lied to Me hit her on the drive home from the Jane Austen Festival. The idea was simply irresistible, and she put aside other writing projects in order to focus on writing a satire, thinking it would be a “mental vacation.” It turned out to take every bit as much research to write a modern story as it does to write a historical one.

She has written television commercials, marketing newspapers, stage melodramas, four screenplays, three novels, and a textbook on waltzing.  When she isn’t writing, she teaches social ballroom dances, refinishes various parts of her house, and sews historical costumes and dance costumes for her Cancan troupe.









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Tina Gayle: Summer’s Growth #BookHugs



Inspiration – A heart can be broken in many ways don’t let it be from not reaching out to the people you call friends with a helping hand. (Enjoy the #bookhugs exchange)


Blurb for Summer’s Growth.

In the spirit-haunted Winston estate in Ohio, rooted in time and occupied by the lingering ghosts of a great family, the torch is about to pass…

Mattie Winston, sober, sensible, and steady, has served as Keeper to the family for decades. Amber Harrison, hovering on the edge of flunking out of college, unsure what she wants out of life, has barely even heard of the Winston estate. The family, however, has decided that it’s time for the changing of the guard. These two exceptional women soon find themselves dealing with violence, murder attempts, and old family mysteries while each finding the love of her life. Two romances and a growing friendship, all twined around a brooding family tragedy, make for an outstanding paranormal mystery offering depth and charm beyond the commonplace. The growing love of Amber and Carter and of Mattie and Quincy offer readers a tender and engaging first novel in a winning new paranormal series.



“Yes, I spoke to your father. My name is Mattie Winston. I’m the present keeper of the Winston Estate. It’s my job to show you how to be the new keeper.”

The term puzzled Amber. “Keeper? Keeper of what?”

“Why of the estate!” The woman appeared shocked by the question.

“Keeper of the estate? What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry.” Mattie repositioned herself on the couch and patted nervously at her hair for stray strands. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk later. You’ve traveled a long way and must be tired and hungry.” She pointed to a platter of little triangle sandwiches on the coffee table. “Please help yourself.”

She leaned forward and picked up a glass.

Amber’s stomach growled. Other than a donut on the way out of her apartment, she’d not eaten much over the course of the day.

With a small sandwich in her hand, Amber considered Mattie’s comment and pressed the issue. “What exactly is a keeper? I thought I was supposed to inherit the estate.”

“Yes, well, the keeper is also the person who takes care of the trust fund, which includes the estate.” The lady’s hands didn’t settle. They fluttered in her lap without finding a resting place.

Her apparent anxiety confused Amber. She couldn’t figure out a reason for her nervousness. But sympathy for the lady enticed Amber into changing the subject. “How long have you lived here?”

“I’ve lived in Ohio all my life. But I’ve lived in Winston Manor for about thirty years.” Mattie’s mouth broke into a small, almost shy smile.

Strange after thirty years, why switch the family keeper, or caretaker or whatever they called them? The lady didn’t look old.

Why leave? Did her family want to move? “Does anyone else live here?”

Mattie paused for a long moment. “Well, there are a few others around.”

“Are you married?”

The woman shook her head.

“Is that part of the keeper’s job—not to be married?”


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Tina Gayle grew up a dreamer and loved to escape into the world of books. After a number of different jobs, she decided to try her hand at writing. Her romantic novels touch the heart and explore the heartaches of falling in love and being a woman.

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Author Interview: Peggy Jaeger – A Shot At Love

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Author Interview

  1. Woohoo! You are a published author. Describe a strong character trait you possess, good or bad, and how it helped you become a published author.

This is a great question. I am very very VERY nosy. Strongly nosy. I am always upfront with people and say this before I start speaking with them: “Just fyi, I’m nosy. If you don’t want to answer or talk to me, I understand.” I’ve never had anyone say they didn’t!!! What’s that old saw? Honesty is the best policy? It has been for me.

Being nosy has helped me so much as a writer because hand-in-hand with the nosiness goes eavesdrop-pery. I lovelovelove to listen to people talk and interact when they don’t know I am listening. On line in Panera; at the movies waiting for the film to start; at the bank listening to how people speak to the Tellers. This trait has made me a very good dialogue writer. Every writing contest I’ve ever entered and every editor I’ve ever worked with have consistently mentioned my strong, dead-on, perfect dialogue skills.

2. Sometimes an author begins writing a story before they are aware of its genre. Did you choose your genre, or did it choose you?

I chose romance. Pure and simple. The HEA (Happily Ever After) story is my favorite to read, so I knew it was going to be the one I wanted to tell. If a little mystery, or a little suspense eeks in, well, that’s okay. But at its heart and core, my books are all pure romance stories.

3. The plot thickens, or does it? Which one are you, a pantser or a plotter?

Before I answer that, I have to tell you I have a scientific background. I’ve been a Registered Nurse for 150 years ( kidding, but close. Really close!) and I was trained in the scientific method. I’ve found with most decisions in my life, and how I approach events and circumstance, the scientific approach is what works best for me. Analyze, gather information, formulate a hypothesis, experiment. Make changes along the way if need be. That’s been how I live my life and have worked my career.

I told you all that to tell you the reason I am a plotter first, last and always. I need to know what direction I am in going in and where I plan to end up before I ever type “CHAPTER ONE.” Before I begin to type a word I have all my characters planned out, the setting is precise, I know my GMC ( Goal Motivation Conflict) for each and every character. I could never write a book flying by the seat of my pants. Well..I probably could. But I’d be a wreck doing it!

4. Fear 101: As writers it is our duty to make our characters face their fears. Have you ever included one of your own fears in a storyline?

Not yet, but in a book I’m currently planning out I am having the heroine do just that. I don’t like to talk about stuff during the planning stages, though, so….

5. Fear 102: Yes, deadlines are terrifying. Have you conquered the juggling act between writing and the rest of your life? What do you do when it feels like the balls are dropping all around you?

I will start this off by saying I am blessed. I retired in 2015 when I got my first publishing contract. I always told my husband I planned on quitting when I became a published author. I don’t know which of us was more surprised when I did!

Just because I’m retired now it doesn’t mean I sit around and watch reruns of I love Lucy all day. I have a very strict writing routine. I’m at my desk in my home office at 4 am everyday. 2 hours of social media postings and promos later, I go to the gym for an hour because, you know….I sit all day and… backsides spread. Just saying. After the gym I write from3-4 hours then have lunch and do the life things like laundry, grocery shop, etc. Afternoon brings another 3-4 hours of writing and then I start thinking about dinner for hubby. On weekends I don’t work on my WIP (Writing in progress) but I do write  my blog posts for the week and schedule them to upload on their assigned days.

Luckily, my daughter is grown and out of the house and my husband still works 14 hours a day so I have a great deal of alone time in which to write and get the life stuff taken care without interruptions or annoyances.

Like I said: I’m blessed.

6. Switch positions with one of your main characters in a scene. What is the outcome, disaster or divine intervention?

In my current release A SHOT AT LOVE, Gemma is 28. If I switch with her and DON’T get to be her age, the scene I am envisioning would need a divine intervention for me to survive!!! There is a great deal of physical stuff I can no longer do at 57 that I could do at 28!!! ‘Nuff said.

7. Where is your favorite place to write? Add that one comfort food that you can’t do without. The only place I write is in my office. It’s on the third floor of my home, overlooking our back forest property. I watch the seasons change outside my window daily! I love that. Although it’s not exactly a comfort food, I couldn’t do without my daily hit of Diet Mountain Dew. The caffeine kick keeps me focused and awake because I don’t routinely drink coffee or tea.

8. Writing inspirations?

SO many to list  and I don’t want to run out of space! First and foremost NORA ROBERTS/JD ROBB. The first time I met her I burst into tears because, you know…it was HER! She took my hand, told me in no uncertain terms to quit crying and asked me about my writing. Love her. Love the way she writes. Love the way she turns every emotional key in my body.

Jill Shalvis and Sarah Morgan. They make me laugh, they make me cry, they  make me wish I was a better writer!

Sandra Brown. I would read a book about the alphabet if she wrote it!

Jennifer Probst  A very different writing style than the others, but again, she makes me laugh while she’s breaking and then repairing my heart and that’s not an easy thing for a writer to do!

9. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them? Already happened. Nora Roberts, one of the most prolific writers EVER! I met her in 2015, burst out in tears, and when they stopped I was finally able to ask her this: “Do you ever sleep?” She burst out laughing, hugged me, and said, “Like a baby, every night!”

10. I’ve gone mad – why don’t you come with me? Some people just don’t understand us writers. Name a quirky, writer-thing you do that friends wish you didn’t.

I carry a notebook with me everywhere and I will stop talking with someone or cease whatever we are doing  if an idea pops into my head or if I hear a line of dialogue I want to remember for a future book or character trait. Drives my girl friends crazy because I will stop in the middle of the mall while we are walking to another store, or I will walk out on a movie if inspiration hits me just so I can write the idea down and not forget it. I don’t think I ‘ve seen a movie or a theatrical show all the way through in 15 years.


Danita- these were great questions! I may steal one or two for my own blog interviews!!! Thanks for hosting me today.


A Shot At Love

by Peggy Jaeger


GENRE:   Contemporary Romance



Nothing’s impossible when love is on the menu. In Peggy Jaeger’s luscious series, the only thing more tempting than a delicious meal is a truly delectable romance . . . Look for exclusive recipes in each book! Photographer Gemma Laine is looking for arresting faces on the streets of Manhattan when her camera captures something shocking—a triple murder. In that moment, she becomes a target for the mob—and a top priority for a very determined, breathtakingly handsome, FBI special agent. With deadlines to meet and photo shoots on her calendar, Gemma chafes at the idea of protection, but every moment she spends under his watchful eye is a temptation to lose herself in his muscular arms . . . With two of his men and one crucial witness dead, Special Agent Kyros Pappandreos can’t afford to be distracted. But Gemma is dazzling—and her connection to Kandy Laine’s high-profile cooking empire makes her an especially easy mark for some very bad people. Keeping her safe is much more pleasure than business, but as the heat between them starts to sizzle, Ky is set to investigate whether they have a shot at love . . .



A woman stood next to the vehicle, a cell phone at her ear, her back to him. Tall, maybe as tall as him, and slender, her back tapered down to a miniscule waist, her legs clad in tight, faded jeans. When she turned Ky almost stopped midstride, the questions he intended to grill her with jumping out of his head. His breath caught as he simply stared at the loveliest woman he’d ever seen.

Hair the color of midnight, straight as a board, fell to just below her shoulders, blowing back from her face in the gentle afternoon breeze. Blunt, chopped bangs, fringed a pair of large, bright blue eyes. Plump, coral colored lips moved as she spoke into the phone and for a brief, hot second, Ky wondered if they’d taste as delicious as they looked.

Her gaze stayed on him as she spoke.

“I’ve gotta go,” she said into the phone. “Yeah. I’ll call when I’m done. Love you, too.”

“Miss Laine?”

She tucked the phone into her back pocket.

“I’m Special Agent Pappandreos. I need to speak with you about what you saw.”

“Special Agent?” Those delicate brows furrowed under her bangs. “Like, FBI?”

Jesus, where does a woman get a voice like that? Whiskey laced with honey and rolled into one smooth pitch.


Author Bio and Links:

Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance writer who writes about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them.

Family and food play huge roles in Peggy’s stories because she believes there is nothing that holds a family structure together like sharing a meal…or two…or ten. Dotted with humor and characters that are as real as they are loving, Peggy brings all topics of daily life into her stories: life, death, sibling rivalry, illness and the desire for everyone to find their own happily ever after. Growing up the only child of divorced parents she longed for sisters, brothers and a family that vowed to stick together no matter what came their way. Through her books, she has created the families she wanted as that lonely child.

Tying into her love of families, her children’s book, THE KINDNESS TALES, was illustrated by her artist mother-in-law.

Peggy holds a master’s degree in Nursing Administration and first found publication with several articles she authored on Alzheimer’s Disease during her time running an Alzheimer’s in-patient care unit during the 1990s.

In 2013, she placed first in two categories in the Dixie Kane Memorial Contest: Single Title Contemporary Romance and Short/Long Contemporary Romance.

In 2017 she came in 3rd in the New England Reader’s Choice contest for A KISS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS and is a finalist in the 2017 STILETTO contest for the same title.

A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, she is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter.






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