Oct 20, 2014

A Short & Sweet Interview with #MFRWauthor Margaret Fieland @MadCapMaggie

We asked MFRW Author Margaret Fieland a few short questions. She gave us a few sweet answers. Read more about Margaret and enjoy an excerpt from her 2013 release.

Born and raised in New York City, Margaret Fieland has been around art and music all her life.  Her poems and stories have appeared in journals such as  Turbulence Magazine, Front Range Review, and All Rights Reserved. She is one of the Poetic Muselings. Their poetry anthology, Lifelines, was published by Inkspotter Publishing in November, 2011.  She is the author of  Relocated, Geek Games, and Broken Bonds, published by MuseItUp Publishing , and of Sand in the Desert, a collection of science fiction persona poems. A chapter book is due out later this year.

Why did I decide to write romance novels?
I didn't *decide* to write one. I wrote a sci fi novel with no intention of writing any sequels, and lo and behold, my characters kept poking at me to answer questions and write more. One of the characters in my first sci fi novel is living alone at the time of the first novel in my Novels of Aleyne series, and I wondered why. I ended up writing a sci fi romance with him as one of the characters in a four-way M/M/M/F relationship.

How much of your life experience ends up in your writing?
An awful lot. For one thing, the things I'm passionate about -- art, music, poetry, politics, computers, relationships -- are things that inform my novels, and then, too, various bits and pieces make their way in.  A couple of my father's old World War Two army stories made their way, suitable modified, as incidents in my sci fi romance, ""Broken Bonds.""

What kind of research do you do for a book?
Whatever I need to. I need to know enough about whatever it is to picture my character moving through the scene. For the novel I'm just finishing up, the fourth Aleyne novel, I picked the brains of my middle son, who was in the army for seven or eight years, as the main character is a colonel in theTerran Federation Guard, and I needed a fair amount of detail about army procedures and the like.

Tell us about your latest book?
My latest book is the fourth in the Novels of Aleyne series, and it does not yet have a real title. I've been calling it ""Rob's Book,"" after the main character, who is a colonel in the Terran Federation Guard. He is posted to Aleyne to arrest Major Brad Reynolds, the main character from ""Broken Bonds,"" for treason. The opening scene occurs in ""Broken Bonds,"" but here it's told from Rob's point of view, and goes on to chronicle his trials in attempting to help negotiate a new treaty between the Federation and Aleyne.

What motivated it?
The characters kept poking at me. I rewrote ""Broken Bonds"" a couple of times, and in one of the versions, I have a meeting between Brad and Rob. That got cut out, but I by then I had  Rob and his two wives and their dicey family situation in my head, so I ended up putting them into their own novel. The politics is the main thrust of this book, but there is a strong romantic sub-plot as well.

Where did the idea come from?
Good question. From the characters and their situation and my desire to know what happens next.

What is my writing routine once I start a book?
I'm fairly linear, so I start writing at the beginning of the book and write through to the end. At that point I have the first draft, and I know the arc of the book, the characters, really what the story is about. Then I go back and revise.  I do have a plot outline and a good idea of where I'm going and the major plot points, but not how I'm going to get there.

Does my family know not to bother me?
Not really, but I have tunnel vision when I'm writing. I tend not to notice interruptions, and when I do, I jump and bark, ""What?"" It tends to lead to relatively few interruptions.

What do I do to relax and recharge?
Walk my dogs, listen to music, pull weeds, do dishes, play music -- I play the flute and the piccolo. And read. I'm a book junky. If I don't have a large stack of reading material, I get very anxious.

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Margaret Fieland released Broken Bonds, Novels of Aleyne Book 2, a GLBT Sci Fi Romance, with MuseItUp Publishing in July 2013.

When Major Brad Reynolds is assigned to head the Terran Federation base on planet Aleyne, the last thing he expects to find is love, and certainly not with one of the alien Aleyni. How can he keep his lover, in the face of political maneuvering and of Ardaval's feelings for his former partners— and theirs for him? When you bend the rules, they may snap back and hit you in the face.

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I loved this book. Marvellous. I devoured it in a day.It was so nice to be able to go back and visit with this cast of characters. Aleyni is such a unique place. The scenery there, never ceases to amaze. Ardaval was still my favourite character, there is just something about him that continues to fascinate me. But it was nice to get a window into more of the other characters past and present. Broken Bonds, surprised me. It's a science fiction romance, but it gave me so many things to think about. Poetry, love. relationships. spirituality, family, right and wrong.I think that's what I love most about this series, it's not a heavy book/series but it's not fluff either. I can not think of any other book I could relate to this series, it's so unique and refreshing.
5 stars, can not wait for more from the series!
          Posted by Amazon Reviewer

Brad took a deep breath of cool night air, inhaling the nutmeg scent of the flowers planted around Ardaval's front door. Before Brad could knock, the door opened and Ardaval stood in the doorway. Brad hesitated before putting out his hands palm up.

Ardaval placed his hands over Brad's. ""My heart, my home, my hearth.""

""My hearth, my home, my heart,"" Brad murmured in response.

Smiling, Ardaval directed his gaze at Brad's eyes; it evoked the same curious flutter in the pit of his stomach as the last time they'd met. Ardaval held open the door and gestured for Brad to enter. ""You've come to discuss Gavin.""

""I have."" Brad followed Ardaval into the front hall where tiles of local stone sparkled on the floor and a padded bench stood under a window. Through a doorway on one side, a glance revealed a kitchen furnished with dark wood cabinets, clean and a bit bare.

""Come."" Ardaval gestured toward the back of the hallway where a doorway led into a center courtyard, open to the cool night air, and motioned to a small table. A red-leafed tree in the center spread its leaves overhead. Brad sat, and Ardaval sat beside him.

Brad needed to talk about Gavin Frey's political views. Views that, as far as he could tell from the records, were the opposite of his own. A breath brought him the scent of Ardaval's skin, musky, with a hint of clove. Was it duty or cowardice keeping him from reaching for Ardaval's hand and kissing the palm?

Ardaval clasped Brad's hand in his. ""Tell me more about why you were posted to Aleyne.""

Should he remove his hand? No. He enjoyed Ardaval's touch and what was the harm, really? When he glanced up, he found Ardaval regarding him with evident amusement.

""I recommended that a man who used psi to save his squad be given a dishonorable discharge."" Brad hesitated. ""Although the soldier deserved a medal rather than a court martial, he was a fool to admit he caught a thought.”

Ardaval nodded.

""About Gavin Frey. Is he your shan?"" The thoughts slipped out.

Ardaval stared into Brad's eyes for a a second or two before he replied. ""As you surmise, he is my son; my shan, because I didn't raise him.""

Might as well ask this, too. ""His mother never told you about him?""

Ardaval shook his head. ""No, she didn't. He spent six months here after she died. Then we disagreed over a matter of ethical principal and he left.""

Given what he understood about Frey, Brad would have been surprised if they hadn't.

""He married, but his wife died. He has a son who is now fourteen by Terran Standard years.""

""His mother possessed a strong psi talent.""

""She contacted you?"" Brad's eyebrows rose to his hairline.

""She did. I suggest you keep an eye on the boy.""

""Do you believe he has gazal?"" If the boy developed Aleyni mind speech abilities, he'd need careful watching. Brad's own family had been fairly accepting but how would Frey react if he discovered his son possessed gazal? And what about the terrorists, who might try to exploit Keth's talent?

Ardaval nodded. ""I do, though of course we've never met. Gavin doesn't, or at least if he does, he keeps his mind so locked down it's the same thing.""

Brad sighed and rose. He'd completed what he'd said he'd come to do.

""It happens this way with us, at times."" Ardaval paused for a moment. ""We'll meet again.""

Brad turned to leave. He couldn't ignore this connection, wish it away, any longer. Only Ardaval's assurance kept him moving out the door.

Oct 17, 2014

#MFRWauthor BOOK SPOTLIGHT: The Healer's Gift @WillaBlair

MFRW Author Willa Blair released The Healer’s Gift (A Highland Talents Novella), a Mainstream Historical/ Paranormal Romance with The Wild Rose Press.

Coira MacDugall paid with her life for her attack on the Highland Healer. But her victim did more than heal Coira’s fatal wound that awful night.
Now drowning in the unwelcome emotions of others, Coira wonders if her new empathic ability was meant as a gift or a curse.

Logen MacDugall must discover who killed three previous lairds if he hopes to survive for long in the position. He believes Coira’s new sense can help him root out the conspirators, but after her disastrous time in the Highlands, the last thing she wants is to get involved with another laird. Logen must help Coira gain control of her talent in time to save him and their clan from those intent on destroying MacDugall.

Can Coira believe this laird truly loves her? Or will her memories lead her to madness again?" The Healer’s gift changes everything Coira thinks she knows about herself and her future.

Praise for The Healer's Gift
"Willa Blair delivers sizzling romance and adventure." Rebecca York, bestselling author

"Looking for spellbinding Highland romance?  Willa Blair delivers."  Chassie West, Edgar- and Anthony-nominated author "

"Logen’s mouth on Coira’s palm had set her whole body to tingling.  His kiss melted her bones.  She held on to him, certain that she could no longer stand on her own.  The fire that raged in him burned in her as well, making her weak.  Making her forget who he was.  What he was.  She could feel nothing but the desire sweeping through him.  It heated her blood, overwhelmed her senses, and made her bold.

“Dinna release me,” she warned.  “I will fall.”

“Have I harmed  ye then?”  The concern in his voice was mirrored in the sudden cold fear that lapped at her senses.

“Nay, nay.  Dinna fash.”  The chill receded.  Coira lifted a hand and cupped Logen’s face yet again.  His gaze burned into her as if he was trying to read her mind.  She knew he could not do that, but the idea that he wished to know her so well pleased her.  “The opposite.  Ye make me feel…things I’ve never felt before.”

Logen stayed silent, his gaze moving over her face.  The feelings flooding through him seemed to well up from his soul. His unspoken longing brought tears to her eyes and threatened to consume her.  Coira’s throat tightened as her own impossible longings escaped her control to blend with his.
He finally spoke.  “Ye bring me peace.  Did ye ken that?  I desire ye, I canna hide it.  But ye bring me peace.”

“Ach, Logen.” She kissed him softly while her heart broke in two.  “Ye make me wish to weep.”  He was completely open to her, strong and confident, yet all she sensed was his vulnerability.  “No one has ever said anything like that to me.  Has the Healer’s gift changed me so much, then?”

About Willa Blair
Willa Blair is the award-wining author of Amazon and Barnes & Noble bestselling Scottish historical paranormal romance and a contributor to USA Today’s Happy Ever After romance blog.

Her popular Highland Talents series, set in a pivotal point in Scottish history, is filled with men in kilts, psi talents, and plenty of spice. Available in ebook, print, and audiobook formats, the first three titles will soon be joined by more novels of adventure and romance.


Oct 16, 2014

Mermaids Anyone? #Thursday13 @TiffanyDaune #MFRWauthor

Author Tiffany Daune talks Mermaids.
I write stories about magick, love and dark creatures lurking in the shadows. When I'm not lost in Edit Land you can find me reading a book from my towering TBR pile or at the movie theater nibbling licorice. I don't have a lucky number, but my favorite time is 11:11. I completely believe that the fortunes found inside cookies will come true and that you must be careful when wishing on stars. I live on an island, so if you want to visit you'll need a boat, and if you want to survive the passage, be sure to bring candy for the mermaids.  

13 Movies with Mermaids / Water Beings

  1. The Little Mermaid
  2. Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides
  3. Hook
  4. Splash
  5. Lady in the Water
  6. Aquamarine
  7. Splash
  8. The Secret of Roan Inish
  9. Fishtales
  10. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
  11. Ondine
  12. Empires of the Deep
  13. Night Tide

Tiffany Daune recently released Coral & Bone, a Young Adult Fantasy, with Jester Ink Press.

Halen knows the sparks igniting under her fingertips are dangerous. She has spent her entire life trying to quell the tingly feelings that make her destroy things, but now that she is back in Rockaway Beach, where she watched her father drown, the flames have become impossible to tame.

Halen is trying to hold on, but when she is thrust into a mysterious new world, the underwater realm of Elosia, she unravels the secrets of her past and can't help but ignite. As she explores Elosia, she realizes her life has been a lie. And when those who have deceived her come to her for help, Halen must choose—walk away or unleash the magick that could destroy them all.

""See who you are,"" the mermaid whispered.
Halen's eyes clouded over and when the smoke cleared she found herself standing in an open field. She was dressed in a cotton dress which fell around her ankles. Soft grass tickled her toes. She took a step forward and a flower sprung from the ground beside her. She leaned down to pick the red poppy. As she took another step a flower sprang up from between the blades of grass. Halen smiled. She walked a little farther and with each step a new poppy sprouted and bloomed. She ran faster and the field blossomed under her feet, and when she waved her hand, the entire valley filled with red poppies. She inhaled their sweet scent and when she exhaled, the birds glided in the breeze of her breath through an endless blue sky.
Halen laughed when the wind caught her skirt and swept the fabric up over her head, but when she pushed it down, dark clouds rolled overhead. She took one step forward and the grass beneath her feet sizzled to a crisp. Taking another step, the poppies burst into flames. The fire licked the hem of her skirt and she gathered it up over her knees. Scanning the field, she spotted a boulder; if she could make it there, remove her feet from the ground, she could save the rest of the field.
She ran in long strides, and with each step, she scorched the ground with her fiery feet. Suddenly, she tripped. Her hands touched down and the ground combusted with a brilliant light. The fire raced through the field, spreading to the trees. The flames reached up, lassoing the birds from the sky, dragging them to the ground. Halen crawled to the rock and hoisted herself up. She stared out to the barren land. ""No, no. What have I done?"" She clawed the air and the clouds rumbled with thunder. The fire burned hotter and hotter under her flesh. The only way to extinguish the flames was to release them. Tilting her head back, she opened her mouth wide and screamed. What birds had not been burned turned now to black beasts swirling in the torrid sky.

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Oct 15, 2014

Wild Glory by #MFRWAuthor October's Feature Author Andrea Parnell

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Wild Glory


Condemned By Desire

Amid the sober grays of her Puritan New England village, Glory Warren shone with a dazzling beauty that enchanted the men who saw her…and started whispers that she trafficked with the powers of darkness. The most lustful glances of all came from Reverend Josiah Bellingham, whose smiling face hid his devious heart. Accepting his marriage proposal would break Glory’s free spirit and demand her blind obedience to him—even if it saved her from being hung as a witch. Terrified, Glory had no one to turn to—until young, virile trapper Quade Wylde strode masterfully into town and into her life. Should she trust this mysterious man whose kisses fired her senses with shameful desire? Or was she under passion’s spell, dreaming of ecstasy that could only be hers if she risked everything for love?

“You do not learn a lesson easily, Glory Warren.”

With a shriek and a gasp, Glory bolted upright and would have thrown herself into the water and fled had not a hand gripped her wrist and held her back. She saw a bare chest and a twist of black braid and concluded in her confusion that fate had repeated itself.

“Unhand me!” she shouted and sent a kick flying at the broad and muscled chest. The blow missed and the following swing of her fist at the ominous dripping face resulted in both her arms being held fast. Shortly she was snatched from the rock and found herself waist deep in the water, face-to-face with her captor.

“Easy, girl!” Quade laughed and jerked her close against him and with such an impact that the ribbon fastenings of her chemise gave way, exposing the soft mounds of her breasts. Quade groaned, regretting the need to handle her roughly, but it was the only way to protect himself from a furious flurry of kicks, one of which he feared might do lasting damage if properly aimed. “You need not cripple a friend,” he shouted, pinning her arms behind her so that she was held tightly pressed against his chest.

Glory writhed against him like a caught eel, not giving up the fight until at last she heard the sound of his voice through the fog of her fear.

“Quade!” she cried. “Quade Wylde! ’Tis you!”

“Aye,” he said, letting her hands loose. “’Tis me or what’s left now that you’ve pelted me with bruises from head to toe.”

“Quade!” Glory flung her freed arms around his neck, tormenting him much more with her sudden embrace than she had with her ferocious kicks. “You nearly scared me to an early grave.” She sobbed and clung so tightly he felt every curve and hollow of her woman’s body mold against him. “I thought you a savage,” she whispered perilously close to his ear. “It was as before. You springing from the water the way the Narraganset did.”

Quade gave a ragged sigh as he felt a jolt in his loins. “Was a foolish plan,” he said hoarsely as she tormented him further by laying her weight fully upon him. A tremor he could not contain shook through the muscle and sinew of his large frame. “I should have called from the bank and made myself known.”

“Aye,” she said, twisting her bare legs on his as she struggled for sound footing on the river bottom. “Would have saved us both a bit of wear.”

For all the time she burrowed against him he held his arms stiffly at his sides, his hands clenched tightly against his tense thighs. When he should have pushed her away, he could not bring himself to end the sweet torment of having her arms twined about him. His plight was great. Should he join the embrace he feared he would not stop with a brotherly hug and kiss, and he dared not go beyond that mild show of affection.


Wild Glory

Release Date: Oct. 15

Author: Andrea Parnell

Publisher: Trove Books

Historical Romance


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Let's find out more about Andrea

Always a romantic, Andrea Parnell enjoys creating characters whose passions for life and for matters of the heart run deep.  When she isn’t at work on a novel or learning the inroads of social media, she is taking a walk in the woods, tending her flowers or enjoying the serenity of a cup of tea on the patio. 
She is the author of twelve novels. Her works include historical and contemporary romance. Additionally, she has published short fiction and articles. Her books have received the Maggie, Romantic Times Reviewers Choice, and other awards, and have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly.
Andrea lives in Georgia with her husband and two cranky but indispensible cats.  She invites everyone to download a free copy of her novella Dark Prelude, available at major eBook stores.

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