A Few QUICK Questions and A Few QUIRKY Answers with #MFRWauthor @KryssieFortune

Meet MFRW Author Kryssie Fortune.
Alpha males and their sassy mates rule in Kryssie Fortune's books. If the hero's a shapeshifter, then so much the better. Werewolves prowl through her Scattered Siblings series, along with the occasional Fae and vampire.

Kryssie grew up climbing trees and playing with imaginary dragons. She still loves dragons, and if she can sneak one into her books she will. Her pet hates are unhappy endings and books that end on a cliffhanger.

Kryssie's books are hot and explicit but the plot always comes before the sex. Since she writes erotic romance, she guarantees a happy ending. Visit her author website, author blog or facebook.

A Few QUICK Questions and A Few QUIRKY Answers
Day or Night? - Day
Pen and Paper or Computer - A mixture of both
Fruit or Chocolate - Can I have both? If not, fruit.
Coffee or Tea - Peppermint tea.
Roller Coasters or merry-go-rounds - Merry-go-rounds.
Bath or Shower - Shower
City life or Country Life -Country live, preferably near a beach
Soft or hard? Soft
E-book or paperback - e-book
Cats or Dogs - I've had both.
Fast or slow - Fast
What is your secret guilty pleasure - Laying in bed and reading until the small hours.

Kryssie's newest book is Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine, a Contemporary BDSM

Romance, with Loose id.
Abigail Montgomery, a small town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom needs to $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution—to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.

Gradually, Abigail comes to dream of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared break her heart when he walks away?

Abigail and Jared marry for mutual convenience, each unaware of the other’s BDSM lifestyle. Can love blossom despite extortion threats, kidnapping, and attempted murder?

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EXCERPT
God, he wished she’d get on with it, but she studied the unopened menu as though her life depended on it. Finally, she lifted her head. “Are you married?”

His eyes narrowed. “Your advert said no ties. I’m single, HIV free, and I don’t screw anyone for cash.”

She choked on her drink, coughing and splattering water over the table. Jared watched and waited, unwilling to make it easier for her when she was the one who placed the advert.

Across the table from him, Abigail curled her hands into fists and laid them on her lap. Her smile faded and her voice trembled. “Will you marry me?”

“Are you pregnant?” he shot back.

Her cheeks turned scarlet. “No. In fact, I came on my period two days ago. But I do need a husband. I know I’m not what you imagined in a wife, but I’m willing to pay a $75,000 advance as well as house, feed, and clothe you for two years. After that, I’ll pay you another $150,000 when we divorce.”

He stared at her intently, trying to decide if she needed therapy—or perhaps a few weeks in the local insane asylum. “You’re serious?”

She took a sip of mineral water. “I am.”

His eyes narrowed, and his forehead furrowed in anger. “I’ll feed and clothe myself. Can I still put time in with my business, or should I get a job local to where you live?”

When she finally smiled, it felt as though the sun had come out on a cloudy day.

Putting her glass on the table, she took looked anywhere but at him. “I’m glad you want to do so. In fact, it’s one of the reasons I chose you. You have values and goals. All I have is an insane great-aunt, or I did until recently.”

“Tell me about it,” he demanded.

#MFRWorg Gets Quick and Quirky with #MFRWauthor @KateHillRomance

Kate Hill answers a dozen quick questions.
Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, an erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels. When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out and watching horror movies.

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Day or Night? I'm definitely a night person. I do my best work after dark.

Pen and paper or Computer? Most of the time I prefer the computer because by typing I keep up with my flow of ideas better.

Fruit or Chocolate? I love fruit and eat it every day. Though I love chocolate as well, I'd give it up before fruit.

Coffee or Tea? Tea. I can't even stand the smell of coffee.

Roller Coasters or Merry-Go-Rounds? Merry-Go-Rounds, although I don't like rides in general.

Bath or Shower? Shower. I prefer flowing water to sitting in a tub.

City life or Country life? Country life. I enjoy open spaces and love going for runs and walks on country roads. I'm lucky enough to live on one.

Soft or Hard? Hard.

Ebook or Paperback? Do I have to make a decision? Truly, I love both. Ebooks are great because I can carry around so many books on my reader, but every now and then it's nice to hold a paper book.

Cats or Dogs? Again, I can't decide. I have two of each and I love them all.

Fast or Slow? I tend to go with fast more often than slow.

What is your secret guilty pleasure? The SAW movies.

Kate Hill's newest book is Captain's Mercy, a Historical Suspense, with Siren Publishing.

Mercy Brown's life changes when she accepts a position as companion to the disabled sister of wealthy shipyard owner Jonah Barnes. She is instantly attracted to the rugged former sea captain, even if his brusque manner offends her. Mercy soon finds herself entangled in the quirky family's secrets.

From the first, Mercy is troubled by prowlers, disturbances from the attic, and unearthly howls on the property. After meeting several unusual household members, including a groundskeeper who works by night and the mischievous Maxwell Barnes, Mercy realizes she should flee while she can.

Pages from Mercy's first novel go missing and Jonah's domineering personality causes tension in the house. Only Mercy's fondness for her young companion, Faith Barnes, as well as her fascination with Jonah prevent her from leaving, but will her desire for him endanger her life? " Mercy Brown's life changes when she accepts a position as companion to the disabled sister of wealthy shipyard owner Jonah Barnes. She is instantly attracted to the rugged former sea captain, even if his brusque manner offends her. Mercy soon finds herself entangled in the family's secrets. Will her desire for Jonah endanger her life?

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EXCERPT
"You don't have much use for polite society, do you?""
""As long as rich men keep buying my ships, I like it well enough.""
""Is that why you partnered with Max?""
""Partly. Max is intelligent and good at business. He knows how to mingle with those kinds of people and put them at ease so they'll make the best deal.""
""I see. The business world is all about using people.""
""Precisely.""
""It sounds very cutthroat and lonely to me.""
""Maybe, but playing the game is better than being poor, isn't it? I know. I've been on that side of it too. Faith and Max don't remember like I do. They were young when we could barely make ends meet.""
They had reached the library and he gestured for her to sit on the couch. He joined her, but kept a respectable distance.
""So you went to sea to take care of them. Do you ever regret it?""
""Not for an instant. There's nothing I wouldn't do for them. My only regret is what happened to Robert."" Pain glistened in his dark eyes, taking her aback. He always seemed so strong, even cold at times. He rarely displayed any vulnerability.
Strangely, she wished to comfort him.
""I'm sure what happened to him was quite beyond your control.""
""That's not the only thing, it seems."" He stared deeply into her eyes and edged closer--so near that they almost touched.
""Mr. Barnes, please."" She had intended the words to sound like a warning. Instead they came out like a plea.
At the next clap of thunder, she instinctively jumped and flung her arms around him. He held her snugly and while she knew she should pull away, she didn't want to. She felt safe and secure in his embrace, but it was more than that. The feel of his body, his heart beating against her cheek and his divinely masculine scent aroused her in a way she couldn't deny.
""Mercy,"" he murmured. When he covered her mouth in a possessive kiss, she didn't even try to stop him, but surrendered, just like Macie to Captain Bristle.

A Quick and Dirty Dozen @LisaCBooks #MFRWauthor

Get QUICK and DIRTY with MFRW Author Lisa Carlisle.
USA Today bestselling author Lisa Carlisle loves stories with dark, brooding heroes and independent heroines. Her romances have been  named Top Picks at Night Owl Reviews and All Romance Ebooks. When she was younger, she worked in a variety of jobs, moving to various countries, before returning to the U.S. She’s now married to a fantastic man, and they have two kids, two kittens, and too many fish.

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We asked Lisa a DOZEN QUESTIONS. She gave us a DOZEN QUICK ANSWERS.
Day or Night?
Day

Pen and paper or Computer?
Computer

Fruit or Chocolate?
Both

Coffee or Tea?
Both

Roller Coasters or Merry-Go-Rounds?
Roller coasters

Bath or Shower?
Shower

City life or Country life?
City

Soft or Hard?
Soft

Ebook or Paperback?
Both

Cats or Dogs?
Cats

Fast or Slow?
Fast

What is your secret guilty pleasure?
Sometimes I ignore the To Do lists and start the day reading a book chapter in bed while drinking coffee. The lists aren't going anywhere!

Lisa's latest book is Knights of Stone: Lachlan, an Erotic Paranormal Romance.

As the new alpha of his gargoyle clan, Lachlan takes on a leadership role at the historic peace talks between the wolf shifters and tree witches. Cooperation is crucial to their survival. The magical veil over the Isle of Stone is weakening. But unity is hard to achieve when tensions are running high. So is Lachlan’s concentration when a sexy wolf shifter rushes to the talks. Her wild beauty is mesmerizing.

Raina has her hands full with pack problems, from pack mates succumbing to blood lust to animosity toward her species. The source of her problems is clear-the gargoyles. If they hadn’t lured the humans to the island with their unconventional rock concerts, she wouldn’t have to deal with the fallout. She wants nothing to do with them, especially their alpha. His not-so-surreptitious glances are hard to miss. Nope. Not the kind of attention she needs. She’s heard rumors of the rebellious, attention-seeking rockers–and of their endless string of females.

But when humans come to investigate the wolf attacks, Lachlan and Raina must work together to coerce them off the island. And time spent together sparks a forbidden attraction. If unexpected love were their only problem, they’d be able to deal with it. It’s not. Time is running out, for them and their island.

A forbidden romance between the alpha of the gargoyle clan and the beta of the wolf pack on a mystical island. BUY LINK

Some Quick & Quirky Questions for #MFRWauthor Kimberly Dean @KDean_writer

Meet MFRW Author Kimberly Dean
When taking the Myers-Briggs personality test in high school, Kimberly was rated as an INFJ (Introverted-Intuitive-Feeling-Judging). This result sent her into a panic, because there were no career paths recommended for the type. Fortunately, it turned out to be well-suited to a writing career. Since then, Kimberly has become an award-winning author of romance and erotica.  She has written for seven publishing houses and has recently focused her efforts on self-publishing. When not writing, she enjoys movies, sports, traveling, music, and sunshine. In her mind, a beach, some rock ‘n’ roll, and a good book make for a perfect day.

Day or night?  Day - but not morning.  I'm a solid, mid-day person.
Pen and paper or Computer?  Computer
Fruit or Chocolate?  Chocolate. When diets say to just eat fruit when you get a sugar craving, I realize the nutritionist has never eaten chocolate before.
Coffee or Tea?  Neither.  Hot chocolate, please. (Do you see a theme?)
Roller Coasters or Merry-Go-Rounds?  Roller coasters
Bath or shower?  Shower
City life or Country life?  City
Soft or Hard?  Now that's a dangerous question to ask an erotica author.  I'll assume you're asking about candy.  Soft.
Ebook or paperback?  Both, but I still prefer paperback
Cats or Dogs?  I own neither, but I like both.
Fast or Slow?  Again... dangerous!  Then again, the name of my book is Courting Danger.  I'll go with fast.
Secret Guilty Pleasure?  DQ blizzards with chocolate ice cream, peanut butter, and Reese’s peanut butter cups

Courting Danger
Erotic Contemporary Romantic Suspense
HarperCollins UK

Rielle Sands ventured too close to the fire once and got burned. Now when it comes to men, she’s vowed to play it safe. But then a dashing, mysterious man shows up after hours at Luxxor Limited, the agency she manages, needing an escort.

Darien Scott isn’t what he appears to be. Beneath the sexy smile and wicked charm, he’s hiding secrets. Yet the sizzling chemistry between him and Rielle is real. He tries to stay away, but his attraction to her keeps pulling him back. When he discovers that he’s not the only one haunted by danger, he changes tactics. To protect Rielle, he may need to stay close. Super close. Exclusive Luxxor contract close.

The reward is more than worth the risk.

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EXCERPTShe returned to the lobby and scanned the area. Her gaze came to a screeching halt when it landed on the man who was already looking in her direction.
Oh. Wow.
Her wariness didn’t decrease, but a different kind of awareness flooded her. ‘Hello?’ she said huskily.
Somehow he’d known she was there, yet he seemed taken aback. His weight slowly rocked back from the balls of his feet, and his eyes narrowed. They were blue eyes. Startling blue. ‘Good evening.’
She wasn’t overreacting. The guy had danger written all over him, in that good-girls-beware sort of way. Tall and strapping, he had closely cropped dark hair and a rough-and-tumble aura that didn’t go with the tuxedo he was wearing. That wasn’t to say he didn’t look good. He looked damn good. The combination was powerful, and it hit her first in her belly and next in her knees.
Sex appeal oozed from him.
Which, of course, meant he was here for an escort.
His gaze was running over her just as alertly as she’d evaluated him, so Rielle quickly put herself behind her desk. She tucked her barrette behind her phone and fought the urge to run her fingers through her hair. ‘I’m sorry, but we’re closed.’
He cocked his head. ‘The door was open.’
And that had been a mistake.
‘Did you have an appointment?’ She knew very well he didn’t.
‘No.’ Her question had been sharp, but his blue gaze didn’t flinch. Instead, the lines of his face softened, and she had to lock her knees to keep them from melting. ‘But I’m in a bind. I was hoping you could help me out.’
She lifted an eyebrow. The man might be putting out pheromones by the bucketful, but her brain was still functioning – admittedly better on some levels than others – and she’d begun to sense danger of another sort. The entrapment sort. Luxxor was not a company that took walk-ins. ‘For whom are you looking?’
He walked closer to the desk, and she instinctively gripped its edge. The way he moved, all silent and stealthy. The expensive carpeting absorbed the noise most people made, but the air didn’t even stir at his approach. Her fingers edged closer to the silent alarm, but she didn’t push it.
Not yet.
‘I’m looking for Luxxor Limited. I know I’m late, but I need an escort for the evening.’

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Website and blog - http://kimberlydean.com
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Twitter - https://twitter.com/KDean_writer

A Quick and Quirky Dozen with #MFRWauthor Diane Wickles @DDominikWickles

Welcome D. Dominik Wickles.
D. Dominik Wickles is the pseudonym for Romance author, Diane T. Wickles. Diane has always been overly curious and loves to try new things.She has explored many genres including horror, humor and mystery publishing several short pieces on various online magazines. Diane’s books always have a happy ending but the road to that point is rife with mystery and danger . She is a member of Pennwriters and is active in two local writing groups.At her home in northwestern Pennsylvania, she talks to her cat, reads 2-3 books at a time, constantly searches for new vegan recipes and creates her characters. In her spare time, she loves camping and building dollhouses.

A Dozen Quirky Questions... A Dozen Quick Answers...

DAY OR NIGHT?
I am definitely a day person since my mind gets pretty foggy if I stay up past 11 pm.

PEN & PAPER OR COMPUTER?
I write my first drafts with pen and paper then type it into my laptop to edit.

FRUIT OR CHOCOLATE?
I have a love/hate relationship with chocolate; I am too often tempted to eat it and it is so bad for me. Now, fruit, I love. I have fruit in my smoothie every morning.

COFFEE OR TEA?
I am definitely a tea drinker, herbal, green and white teas begin my day.

ROLLER COASTERS OR MERRY-Go-ROUNDS?
I've always loved Merry-Go-Rounds pretending I was a princess on my horse. I have learned as I grow older to leave the roller coasters to the younger crowd.

BATH OR SHOWER?
I love to soak in my claw foot tub and read. Talk about pampering yourself!

CITY OR COUNTRY?
Cities are great to visit but I prefer the quiet of the country to keep my sane.

SOFT OR HARD?
Soft or hard depends on what we are talking about...

EBOOK OR PAPERBACK?
I am old fashioned in my preference for paperback books to hold, smell and treasure.

CATS OR DOGS?
I relate closer to cats than dogs.

FAST OR SLOW?
Generally, I like a slow pace to relax and enjoy something.

YOUR SECRET GUILTY PLEASURE?
My secret guilty pleasure remains a closely guarded secret else it be a well-known guilty pleasure:)

Hong Kong Treasure

Mainstream (PG13) Contemporary
Assent Publishing/Breathless Books 

Deshi Han, Hong Kong’s martial arts actor and director, thinks a serious relationship would hamper his career. Then on a charity trip to the Philippines, after a typhoon, he agrees to take a American woman with memory loss, back with him to recover.

Back in Hong Kong, Deshi reluctantly allows the young woman, whom he names Annie, to accompany him on the movie sets and his trips across China. Despite his attempts to remain aloof, a romance develops between them.

Meanwhile, Annie is troubled by nightmares, revealing a danger lurking from her past, and a member of Deshi’s crew is plotting to remove her from his life. Deshi is forced to change his work schedule often to protect Annie, confirming his belief about relationships and careers.

But when it looks like Deshi will lose Annie, and he risks all to save her, will it be too late?

Hong Kong Treasure, an international romance with mystery and intrigue.

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REVIEW
"The level of sensuality is perfect: not overdone, just romantic and gently sensual. He is the sexy alpha male; she is a sweet and somewhat shy woman who is a bit in awe of this impressive star and dedicated philanthropist." - Julie, 5 stars

EXCERPT

He followed the priest to a courtyard. A young woman sat beside a storm-crushed rose bed. Deshi guessed her to be American, in her early twenties. “Who she, Father?”
“No one knows, not even her.”
The supplies had gone so fast. They had only been to six of the eleven shelters and there were so many people still in need. “Maybe one more thing I can do today,” Deshi said with a sigh. “Father?”
The priest’s right hand clutched the large cross at his neck and he smiled. “Yes, my son?”
“I will take her.”

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A Quick and Quirky Dozen with #MFRWauthor Madeline Archer @RoseAnderson and The Changeling

Welcome MFRW Author Rose Anderson.
Rose also writes as Madeline Archer as another direction for her creativity. While Rose Anderson writes the intimate side of award-winning romance and will continue to do so, Madeline Archer writes the other flavors of fiction. It might be a sweeter love story, an otherworldly walk in the twilight zone, or something dark...

A Dozen Questions... Quick & Quirky to Get to Know Rose...

Day or Night? I'm a 24 hour person 

Pen and paper or Computer? Computer

Fruit or Chocolate? Fruit with chocolate!

Coffee or Tea? Coffee

Roller Coasters or Merry-Go-Rounds? Neither. I get motion sickness. 

Bath or Shower? Both have their allure.

City life or Country life? Country

Soft or Hard? lol... that depends! 

Ebook or Paperback? Paperback 

Cats or Dogs?Dogs

Fast or Slow? Hmm...depends

What is your secret guilty pleasure?Harry Potter 

The Changeling

Half-fae Lenox Pendry is surrounded by secrets and none are his to keep. Plucked from his mother’s arms as an infant and raised a changeling, Lenox grows to adulthood unaware of what and who he is and oblivious to the danger unfolding as his birthday draws near. After he’s unwittingly sent to the Scottish Lowlands out of harm’s way, he chances to meet a beautiful healer named Janet Roxburgh.

The townspeople believe her to be a witch. It would appear Janet has a few secrets of her own.

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Note: Madeline Archer is the pen name of award-winning author Rose Anderson. The Changeling comes from the sweeter side of Rose’s imagination and was inspired by the Scottish ballad of Tam Lin. Rated PG.

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Where Do Story Ideas Come From? ASK @JuliDRevezzo #MFRWauthor

MFRW Author Juli D. Revezzo talks about where her story ideas come from.
Juli D. Revezzo is a Florida girl with a love of speculative and romantic fiction and legend, and loves writing stories with all kinds of fantastical elements. She is the author of The Antique Magic series and the Paranormal Romance Celtic Stewards Chronicles series, New Adult romance Changeling's Crown, and short stories published in ETERNAL HAUNTED SUMMER, LUNA STATION QUARTERLY, among others. She is also a member of the Independent Author Network and the Magic Appreciation Tour.

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Where do your story ideas come from? From everywhere. Maybe a story in the news, a random overheard comment from someone. Or it could come from something I'm studying at the time, say Celtic Mythology or the history of textiles, or other arts. Anywhere, really.

Are you a naturally creative person? Yes, I also sing, love to take pictures, the more artistic the better. I also noodle with Photoshop, and crafts, and am learning to knit.

Why did you decide to write romance novels? I don't think it was necessarily a conscious decision, really. I've always added a little bit of romance or a romantic theme, at the least, to my stories. The Celtic Stewards Chronicles just begged a full romantic storyline.

How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing? A bit here and there. For instance, the heroine of DRUID WARRIOR'S HEART knits, and I'm learning to do so. The inspiration for the landscape around her home came not only from my love of Irish mythology but from a few of my own visits to the North Carolina mountains.

Tell us about your latest book. What motivated the story? Throughout the Celtic Stewards Chronicles series, in each generation of the heroine's family, one woman must decide whether or not to give her lands and love to the protector they send to her. Since the battle is generational, it prompted me to write about each of the special women and that meant going back in time to relate what each woman deals with surrounding the battle. DRUID WARRIOR'S HEART takes place in the 16th century and worked in well with my love of the Middle Ages and Renaissance.

Where did the idea come from? In the case of my latest book, DRUID WARRIOR'S HEART, being as it's the second book in the series, it and the overall idea for the entire Celtic Stewards Chronicles series came from a song by a heavy metal band Megadeth ""Foreclosure of a Dream"". That suggested a family who owned a piece of property deemed a sacred battleground for the Celtic gods, going from the beginning of time to present day. The series began in my book PASSION'S SACRED DANCE and continues backwards through the family's history to the late Middle Ages, in my new release DRUID WARRIOR'S HEART, and beyond.

Druid Warrior's Heart
Celtic Stewards Chronicles, book 2
Historical Fantasy Romance
Raven Queen Publications

As the latest in her family’s long line of Stewards, Ruth Macken awaits the arrival of a warrior sworn to the Tuatha dé Danaan, the Celtic gods her family has served since the beginning of time. For on that day, a magical battle will erupt. A war between druids and an evil that will decide the fate of mankind.

Isaac Connel knows the battle is imminent, and is ready to fight, once again but from the moment he sees Ruth flitting around the sacred ground, he’s captivated by her fiery charms and a need to protect her.

Despite Isaac’s assurances and the dreams that guide her, what can Ruth and her lover do to drive off this evil? Despite everything, will the world end at the hands of an evil god?

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"The author has a deep knowledge of Celtic antiquity and has imbued her story with authentic details about gods, practices and beliefs, which was one of the things I most enjoyed about this book along with the hero, a warrior of an ancient Irish race. Not only is Isaac one of the most attractive heroes I've encountered in a while but he harbors magic, a potent combination." ~Laura Hartland

EXCERPT

A blast of cold air whooshed in as Ruth opened the door. “Can I help you?”
At first, the man said nothing, his green eyes scanning across her face as if he sought something.
The longer he stood there staring, the more awkward she felt. Was something wrong? Did she have yarn tangled in her sleeve? She checked. No, nothing hung from her wool sleeve.
The man still said nothing, so Ruth cleared her throat. “Sir?”
Her question popped him to life. “I’ve come for General Weddel’s boots,” he said in a deep, lush voice.
“Ah!” She opened the door a little wider. “Why did you not say so? Come in. My brother’s a little under the weather today, but I’m sure the General’s boots are here somewhere.”
“I am sorry to hear he’s unwell,” the stranger said. “Should I come back?”
“No.” She turned to the line of finished projects. Shoes of various sizes and boots of finer quality leather stood along pine shelves. “Let me—” She paused a moment, scanning the handwritten name tags Lonan had fastened to each one. “Weddel,” stood out on the top shelf. Over her head. Ruth frowned at the shelves. “Blast it! One moment.”
She swished through the heavy curtain concealing Lonan’s workshop and, locating the step stool her brother kept behind a worktable, carried it into the shop. She plopped the stool down in front of the shelf and soon had the boots in hand.
As she stepped down, someone laid a hand to her hip.
Her spine straightened in alarm. Who touched her?
A glance back and down gave her the answer: The man had rounded the counter and his strong hand steadied her. She blinked down at him but somehow didn’t wish him to remove his hand from its perch.
His forest green eyes set in a heart-shaped face; his mustache curved above full lips. The one obvious flaw was a nose that had surely been broken at one time. Despite that, she found him handsome, chivalrous—and armed as if he expected a fight any second, if the scabbards at his hip and boot pointed to any truth.
The sleeve of his brown coat slipped down a little and Ruth noticed a colorful design etched into his forearm. The faded blue tattoo resembled a bird about to take flight.
Her head spun, as if she’d gone into a trance.

Do You Know #MFRWauthor N.N. Light? We Asked. @NNP_W_Light Answered.

Meet Author N. N. Light
N. N. Light has been creating stories ever since she was little. Her grandfather remembers when she was two years old, she would stand at the top of the stairs and tell him a story filled with emotion (and in a language foreign to him) with her hands on her hips. Let's just say she was a born storyteller.

In addition to being an author, she's also a book promoter/reviewer and social media marketer. She loves books, has ever since she was young. Matching up books and readers is something that gives her great pleasure.

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We Asked... She Answered...
Day or Night?
Night. I'm a total night person.
Pen and paper or Computer?
Pen and paper. I'm what what many people call old-fashioned. I don't have a smartphone and use my phone primarily to call people. I love writing using a pen and paper. My favorite color is purple and there is something so beautiful about a hand-written note.
Fruit or Chocolate?
Chocolate all the way.
Coffee or Tea? 
I'm not a big coffee drinker but I do love herbal tea.
Roller Coasters or Merry-Go-Rounds? 
Merry-Go-Rounds. I did the whole roller coaster thing in my youth and it was fun. Now, I like to slow down and look at the beauty of my surroundings.
Bath or Shower? 
Bath, with lots of bubbles.
City life or Country life? 
This is ironic because my latest release deals with this very question. Truthfully, I'm a country gal. So, my answer is country life.
Soft or Hard? 
Soft.
Ebook or Paperback?
Paperback. There's nothing like the smell of a book (new or old). Yes, I'm a closet book-sniffer.
Cats or Dogs?
Cats. I'm allergic to dogs.
Fast or Slow? 
Slow. I like to take my time and relax.
What is your secret guilty pleasure? 
My secret guilty pleasure is watching classic Disney movies/shows like Winnie the Pooh and Fantasia

N. N. Light's NEWEST BOOK:

Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella
Mainstream Contemporary New Adult

Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.

Twenty-Two year old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather's estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson.

Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas.

Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather's dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him.
When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack's embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.

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"I love this type of story-line. It’s a true-to-life conflict that a lot of us face (well a girl can dream, right? :)) Two hot guys, a successful career, or a budding business, what’s a girl to do? The author does a splendid job of building the internal tension as well as some wonderfully lighthearted interactions that play out perfectly and keep the reader engaged. The secondary characters are well thought out, and bring an added dimension to the setting. ~Jacquie Biggar, Amazon

EXCERPT

"Jack looked where she pointed.
""Sally..."" he began.
""Yes?""
""Are you planning on selling it when the farm's made a profit?""
Sally sighed.
He turned her body around, his gaze penetrating hers.
""I don't know,"" she whispered. ""I know Grandpa wanted me to keep it in the family."" She furrowed her brow. ""I'm not a country girl; my heart belongs to the city.""
""Hey, it's okay."" He moved a step closer. ""Farming is hard work and you have to love it to make it successful."" He put a hand on her shoulder. ""Don't beat yourself up for following your heart.""
Sally winced.
""What?""
""Jack, I'm not sure what my heart wants. Part of me loves being here, carrying on the family name.""
""But..."" Jack raised an eyebrow warily.
""But I have a life in the city. I've almost finished my degree --""
""You have Trevor,"" Jack interrupted her. He shook his head.
""What's wrong with that? Yes, I have a life and a boyfriend in the city. I've told you a thousand times my dream is to open my own sidewalk cafe."" She folded her arms over her chest. ""Don't you want me to be happy, Jack?"" Her voice sounded hurt, even to her own ears.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.
""This isn't going how I wanted it to."" He glanced up at her. ""I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything. It's just --""
""What?"" Sally cocked her head to one side.
The telephone rang inside.
""Shit, I have to go answer it. I'll be right back."" She ran into the house.
""Hello?""
""Hi beautiful."" Trevor.

Do You Know #MFRWauthor @Heather_Curley?

Meet MFRW Author Heather Hambel Curley

Heather Hambel Curley graduated magna cum laude from Robert Morris University in 2004, with a degree in Communications.  She started writing paranormal and historical fiction in the fourth grade.

She began Civil War reenacting in 2001 and is currently a corseted reenactor with the Baltimore Light Artillery, an elite artillery unit that provides demonstrations for battlefields and national parks.  After graduating college, Heather was a volunteer at Harpers Ferry National Historical Park in their archaeology and living history departments.

Heather currently resides in Western Pennsylvania with her husband and two sons.  She also enjoys white wine, One Direction, and tattoos.

Connect with Heather here:
Blog: http://heatherhambelcurley.com
Website: http://heatherhambelcurley.wix.com/home
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/heatherhambelcurley
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/1544587-heather-curley

Some Answers to our Questions...
Day or Night?
I usually write at night, after my kids go to bed. It's only a few hours, but it's the quietest part of the day!
Pen/paper or Computer?
I do my core writing on the computer, but I always have a pen and paper with me. I keep a notebook by my bed incase I'm influenced by dreams (which happens a lot).
Fruit or Chocolate?
Chocolate covered fruit.  Sounds healthy to me!
Coffee or Tea?
Both.  In massive, massive quantities.
Roller Coasters or Merry-Go-Rounds?
You know, I'm going to have to go with the Merry-Go-Round. Since I had my kids, just the thought of a Roller Coaster makes me feel like I need a Dramamine.
City life or Country Life?
I'm all about country life. Fresh air! No heavy traffic! (Now I'm thinking about Green Acres...)
Ebook or Paperback?
Although I've fully embraced ebooks and my Kindle, I love the feel of a nice paperback in my hands.
Cats or Dogs?
Cats.  We have similar personalities.
Wha's your Guilty Pleasure?
I don't think any of my pleasures are guilty ;)

Heather Newest Book...
With Me Now
The Lazarus Society #1
Mainstream (PG13) New Adult Paranormal Suspense
Evernight Publishing

Madison Monroe is an anthropology prodigy. She’s poised to graduate with a double major, but she has limited field experience. The crowning jewel for her graduate school application is an upcoming dig in Normandy.

And she just got arrested for underage drinking.

Less than a month before she turns twenty-one.

Now, instead of taking part in her dream dig, she’s kicked off the crew and barely escapes academic probation. The only option for her application is a routine archaeological survey in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.

Once in Gettysburg, though, the “simple” dig isn’t exactly what it seems. Madison can feel a presence watching her and can hear voices of the dead calling from the battlefield. And, when she discovers a long buried secret at the Spangler Farm, she inadvertently sets off a chain of events that will put everything—including her life—on the line.

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EXCERPT

She towel dried her hair enough to keep water from trickling down her back, and then wrapped another towel around her body.  It was a good thing she’d done a load of laundry the previous day. Not that she had “date” quality outfits with her, but she was fully aware which pair of jeans accentuated her curves the best.  She pulled on a red vintage style t-shirt emblemized with a grayed out Union Jack. It was casual and cute, though she was reasonably sure her clothes were the last thing on his mind. 

The steam from the small bathroom had filtered out into the sink area, fogging up the mirror and giving everything a generally damp feeling.  She wiped her hand across the condensation covered mirror. In the unobstructed reflection she could see a figure, a man, standing directly behind her. 

She bit back a shriek and jerked around.  There was no one there; the room was empty.
“Shit.”  The words felt as if they bubbled out of her throat, pushed out by her rapid heartbeat.  She gripped the countertop with one hand to steady herself.  The reflection in the mirror was clear and crisp.  It wasn’t a shadow or the light playing on the steam from the shower. It was a man.  It was him, the man who’d been watching her for days.

He’d stood and watched her at the Spangler Farm.  He’d breathed on the back of her neck, whispered in her ear as she worked in the test pit.
Now he was in her room.

Have You Read #MFRWauthor Rebecca Hunter's Stockholm Diaries?

Meet MFRW Author Rebecca Hunter.
Rebecca is a writer, editor and translator who has always loved to read and travel. Rebecca has, over the years, called many places home, including Michigan, where she grew up, New York City, San Francisco, and, of course, Stockholm, Sweden. After their most recent move from Sweden back to the San Francisco Bay Area, she and her husband assured each other they'll never move again.

Well, probably not...

Connect with Rebecca here:
www.rebeccahunterwriter.com
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rebecca-Hunter-Writer/1415176695468525
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25606451-stockholm-diaries-caroline"

How did you become an author?
I've always wanted to write books, but even back in college I was already telling myself, ""you're not good enough."" Fast forward... well, a few years. Still wanted to write books. Still didn't think I was good enough. Finally, I decided that it didn't matter anymore whether I thought it was good enough!

What is your writing life like?
I'm a first-thing-in-the-morning kind of writer, and I have a daily word count that feels very manageable. And I very rarely miss a day. I'm not the introverted stereotype of a writer: I'm pretty social, and I crave a daily dose of conversation, but I also need a good dose of solitude during the day. I generally write a book in 4-5 months... and then there's the revisions. I'm usually working on writing a new book while revising another one. I write both non-fiction and fiction under two different names, so as you might imagine this can get a little chaotic. But it seems to work for me. I guess I'm what Isaac Asimov called a "serial monotasker"!

What other type of books have you written?
I first published poetry in my early twenties, but I decided I wasn't good enough to continue (note a common thread?). Over the years, I've written a bunch of non-fiction pieces and worked as a high school/community college English teacher, so I guess you could say that my foot was in the door, but I was still just peeking in.

How did you come up with your recent series idea?
My husband is Swedish, and we have lived in Sweden twice. Over the years, I have met many, many ex-pats who have wonderful and unique, against-all-odds kinds of love stories with Swedish men... so the series was born.

Finally, about four years ago, I decided to give fiction a try. It was a mystery with multiple perspectives that dissolves into a complicated mess, but out of its ashes rose the Stockholm Diaries series!

Stockholm Diaries, Caroline
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In this sexy contemporary/New Adult romance, a Swedish pro hockey player with a rough reputation meets the American girl next door in a steamy twist of travel and adventure. Will they be able to overcome his dark past and her uncertain future to turn their sensual nights into something more?

A Swedish pro hockey player with a rough reputation meets the American girl next door in a steamy twist of travel and adventure.

EXCERPT
“Du,” he said under his breath. Then he asked, “Are you American?”
His eyes were even more intense up close. Something about their color drew her in—in fact, they were not unlike the colors she had tried to capture with her camera only minutes before. In another light, she might not have noticed them, further hidden behind a few days of stubble and a bruise on his cheek that she hadn’t seen earlier. But he looked at her again in the same way he had in the park, a way that made her suddenly feel his entire presence. And her own. And just for a moment, she forgot everything else.
He had asked her a question, Caroline reminded herself, searching for what it was. About being American.
“Yes, I am,” she said.
“That’s why you didn’t say anything,” he said softly.
She assumed he was talking about the park, about why she didn’t respond to Baseball Cap’s provocation. But Caroline didn’t want to think about Baseball Cap right now.
Instead she nodded and then added, “And I forgot my keys again.”
While the self-locking door on this flat was supposed to be a helpful safety feature, there were clearly downsides to the set-up. Especially since it was too early to wake up Veronica for the spare key. Luckily, her friend had shown her the trick to breaking in if this ever happened. The door handles were different from the knobs she was used to in her Michigan apartment: These were three-inch rods that opened when pulled down. If the top bolt lock wasn’t fastened, a slim arm could slip through the mail slot and reach for the handle. If that arm was long enough. It was time to find out.
Determined to focus on the dilemma at hand and not the formidable man only a few feet away from her, Caroline knelt down next to the door and shimmied her forearm through the mail slot. It barely fit, and she could feel the metal scraping at her skin. Suddenly, half way into the pro-cess of breaking in, she again became keenly aware that this strange man was watching her with interest. This large man with intense blue eyes. She turned back to him, and he seemed to read her hesitancy.
“Don’t worry. There’s no way I could fit my arm through there,” he said with a chuckle. They both looked down at his long, muscular forearms, easily twice the size of Caroline’s. “I just want to see if you can do this.”
She stretched her arm out as flat as possible, working it slowly through the slot. Finally, her elbow crossed through to the inside, and she bent her arm up, reaching around. Nothing but the wooden door. After a few minutes of groping, Caroline gave up. Her arm wasn’t long enough.
Slowly, she dragged her arm out and sighed. Then she looked up, once again conscious of the man’s presence. He was still watching her from only a few feet away with a look she couldn’t quite read—amusement and something else.
“Wait here,” he said, as if she had any other choice.
This time, his key found the keyhole, and the door to his apartment swung open. She watched as he retreated down an empty hall. Every Swede she had met so far had spoken English with a sophisticated-sounding British accent, the Swedish school standard, apparently, but this guy’s English was clearly American and sounded comfortable. He must have some connection there, she thought, judging from his reaction to her accent. But before she had a chance to think more about it, he reappeared with a long, wooden spoon in his hand.
“Try this. You can hook the handle with it,” he said, handing the spoon to her. “Someone might as well get use out of it.”
The corner of his mouth twitched up into a little smile, and she couldn’t help but smile back. Caroline knelt back down and wedged her arm through the opening again, spoon in hand, until her elbow passed through to the other side of the mail slot. So far, so good. The handle of the spoon should be long enough if she could get the angle right. She waved it around, but it just swished and banged on the wooden door. Closer, she told herself. She swung the spoon a little harder, but she hit the handle sooner than she had expected. With a clang, the spoon fell out of her hand.

Meet #MFRWauthor @AideeLadnier and her Klockwerk Kraken

MEET Aidee Ladnier.
Aidee Ladnier began writing fiction at twelve years old but took a hiatus to be a magician’s assistant, ride in hot air balloons, produce independent movies, collect interesting shoes, and amass a secret file with the CIA. A lover of genre fiction, it has been a lifelong dream of Aidee's to write both romance and erotica with a little science-fiction, fantasy, mystery, or the paranormal thrown in to add a zing.

Blog/Website: http://www.aideeladnier.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/aideelad
Google+: https://www.google.com/+AideeLadnier
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/aideelad/
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Twitter: https://twitter.com/AideeLadnier
Tumblr: http://aideemoi.tumblr.com/
Instagram: http://instagram.com/aideelad/
Tsu: https://www.tsu.co/AideeLadnier

We Asked. Aidee Answered.
Why did you decide to write romance novels?
Because I love to read romance. There's so much hope and promise in characters falling in love, being in love, and living happily ever after.

How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing?
I think all authors put something of themselves in their work. Although I write science fiction, my characters are still very recognizable as humans with foibles and flaws.

When did you first think about writing?
I started writing at twelve. Predictably, it was science fiction with a kidnapped space princess, a dashing hero, and lots of space ships.

What prompted you to submit your first ms?
I was listening to Kevin Allison's excellent podcast RISK. At the end of every show he says, ""Today's the day. Take a risk."" And I knew my risky thing to do would be to send in the story sitting on my hard drive.

What genre(s) do you write?
I write science fiction and mystery romance. My characters are often LGBT as well.

Would you like to write a different genre than you do now, or sub-genre?
I'd really like to try writing a YA novel. There is a dearth of LGBT YA novels and a desperate need for them.

Tell us about your latest book. What motivated the story? Where did the idea come from?
My novel The Klockwerk Kraken actually had a title before it had a story. My friend Gina Storm Grant came up with the title when I told her I'd like to write a novel about a character with tentacles. Yes, I know that's kind of weird, but I'd just attended a panel about taboos at RainbowCon 2014. They encouraged everyone to write outside their comfort zone and so I was determined to meet the challenge. As a result, my character Teo Houdin, the tentacled bartender was born--and he owned a bar, The Klockwerk Kraken.

The Klockwerk Kraken

Erotic Sci-Fi Romance
MLR Press

BLURB
As the supply shipments stop coming, Teo Houdin needs all his tentacles to keep his waystation bar open. Facing a riot by thirsty miners stranded in the backwater of the galaxy, Teo helps a greenie space pilot buy a ship in return for a regular haul of liquor. But he longs for the courage to invite the enigmatic spacer to fill his lonely bed as well.

Still smarting from his newly implanted navigational ports, Jimenez knows owning his own ship will prevent him from ever being bought and sold again. For a former slave, transporting cargo through the emptiness of space sounds like paradise, but after meeting the compassionate and sexy Teo, his heart feels empty, too.

At the edge of the galaxy's spiral arm, can Teo convince Jimenez that the heart has its own tentacles and theirs should be entwined forever?" When the right space pilot walks into his bar, a desperate bartender uses all his wiles (and tentacles) to talk the man into business and his bed--but the spacer is still enslaved by his past and isn't sure he can deal with a two-armed lover, much less one with six.

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EXCERPT

Jimenez slid into an empty spot at the pale stone bar and caught sight of the clearest, happiest eyes he’d ever seen, a shade lighter than the man’s tousled brown mop above. A dimple quirked at the side of his full lips, mesmerizing Jimenez. The loud voices behind him slid away and for a moment, it was quiet in his mind. Jimenez flinched when his shoulder was jostled and the spell broke.
“Hey, you okay, buddy? First time? What can I pour for you?”
Jimenez blinked, realizing the tall bartender was speaking to him. The man’s smiling eyes crinkled at the corners of his bronzed face. Jimenez swallowed, and he ducked his chin, trying not to stare again, trying to hide his hot cheeks. He’d never been so close to such a handsome man.
“Did you want a drink?” The bartender quirked an eyebrow.
“Yeah… I mean yes. Whiskey neat.” His voice came out gruffer than he expected.
“Bourbon, Scotch, Rye…?”
“Surprise me.” It was a game Jimenez played. He’d order whiskey and discover what the bartender served. If he reached for the rail bottle closest to hand, it meant he would pour either the cheapest or the local favorite. If he pulled something from the top shelf, the bartender angled for a bigger tip. But if he grabbed a decanter off to the side or behind another bottle, he’d score the bartender’s personal pick.
“Coming right up.”
The bartender raised a tentacle in greeting, calling out to another patron.
Oh, God. The man was a Pod.
Of course he was.
In a joint named the Klockwerk Kraken, who better to tend the bar than a tentacled man?

A Short Q&A with #MFRWauthor Karen Blake @KarenBlakehal

MEET MFRW Author Karen Blake-Hall.
Karen Blake-Hall’s sharp-bladed fiction cuts to the heart of the emotions driving her characters in desperate situations.

When she’s not at her day job she’s crafting more tales of love and crime or spending time with her husband and children. She lives outside of Toronto with her husband, The Professor.

She is a member of Sisters in Crime International; Sisters in Crime Toronto; Crime Writers of Canada; Romance Writers of America, Toronto Romance Writers.

http://www.karenblake-hall.com/
Blog: https://karenblakehall.wordpress.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KarenBlakeHall.author
Goodreads:www.goodreads.com/author/show/7203856.Karen_Blake_Hall

A Short & Sweet Q&A.

Day or Night?Night for sure.
Pen and paper or Computer?Computer. I think fast and can type faster than I can write.
Fruit or Chocolate?Chocolate anything is the best.
Coffee or Tea?I can't get started in the morning with coffee.
Roller Coaster or Merry-Go-Round?Merry-Go-Round because I'm afraid of heights and can't do the Roller Coaster.
City life or Country life? Country Life
Ebook or Paperback? Both equal after all a book is a book
Cats or Dogs?
Again I love both equally.
What is your secret guilty pleasure?Getting a cup of coffee, some chocolate and a great book. There is nothing on earth quite like this.

You Are Mine
Karen Blake Hall

Single mother, Molly Jackson, wants to run the family freight business in the North West Territories and take care of her daughter and grandfather. When creepy letters start to arrive she knows she has a stalker. Can she protect her loved ones when she’s not sure she can protect herself?

When Gramps ask RCMP officer Brock Kingston to come home, he can't refuse the man who took him in. Now he has to return home and save the woman who broke his heart.

Will their rekindled love survive when the truth is revealed?

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Excerpt

"A movement by the shed caught her eye and Molly froze. She glanced at the clock on the wall beside the fireplace.
A rush of blood pounded through her temples as she stood. Walking over to the side of the window, she lifted the heavy brocade curtain, making sure she didn't touch the lacy sheer, not wanting her movements to be revealed to whoever was out there.
The figure of a man leaned against the shed, watching the office. Tightness cinched in her chest, as she held her breath. Could he be the one sending the letters?
She kept her eyes focused on the stranger. He was dressed like a local, with a red and black checked flannel shirt peeking out from under a down-filled vest. His worn jeans and scuffed boots resembled every male living in town, but unlike them he looked lethal.
His face was shadowed beneath a baseball cap, his eyes shielded by dark sunglasses. She couldn't make out any of his features.
She let the heavy curtain fall back into place and walked over to the fireplace, reached for the rifle over the mantle, checked for shells then crossed the room to the door.
Opening the front door, she kept a firm grip on the rifle at her side as she yelled, ""What are you doing here?""
The man shrugged. He took a step toward her. Dread lassoed her throat, cinching it closed.
He stepped out of the shadows into the bright sunlight. A navy duffel bag in his hand. Walking toward her he smiled as he removed the glasses drawing her into two, cool-blue pools. ""Long time no see.""
Not nearly long enough. She knew she should be relieved that he wasn't the stalker, but in some ways he was more dangerous.
Her worst nightmare had become a reality. Brock Kingston had come home.

Meet #MFRWauthor @LiviaQuinn & Her First Knight

Meet MFRW Author Livia Quinn.
Livia Quinn is a D.C. native living in Louisiana. Her Storm Lake series was born after a layoff and a little known event called Katrina in 2005. With several interruptions in her career, all involving weather, it’s only natural that storms would be at the center of many of her stories. She's a business owner, professional singer, and salesperson; has been a plant manager, computer trainer, and mail lady.

She's written eight books based in the communities surrounding Storm Lake — an infamous, though fictional lake in Southern Louisiana — Destiny, Larue, Thunderpoint, and Campbell Glen.

http://liviaquinn.com |  https://www.facebook.com/liviaquinnwrites
http://pinterest.com/liviaquinn |  https://www.tsu.co/LiviaQuinn

Tell Us About Your Writing Schedule.
I write fairly fast but during my seasonal business I have little time so I spend twenty minutes in the tub in the morning with my notebook and continue on my forty-minute drive to work. That's how I completed my most recent book. Unfortunately, revising can't be done in the tub, or on the road ;)

How Do You Develop Your Characters?
Characters come to me in their setting or with their passion and they literally unfold the story to me. My Under-Cover Knights heroes, Luc and Ridge, surprised me with their devotion to others, for causes like disadvantaged teens and Veterans’ needs. Research for Her First Knight hit me so hard I decided in May and November all sales for this book would be dedicated to Wounded Warrior charities.

Do You Include Sex Scenes In Your Books?
I love a good love scene but I don't need the minute details. I'd rather feel their emotions and passion, not that I don't write and read hotter books. Undone was on the erotic side, but my priority was making sure Cass' passion for Elektra came across.

Does Your Husband Read Your Books?
Ha! My husband's input on Her First Knight was about the cover. He couldn't understand why my cover designer couldn't remove Grigoris Drakakis' black leather coat. He said he needed more skin! But he doesn't read paranormal so he's no help there.

Do You Like Hearing From Readers?
I love hearing from my readers and enjoy their input and ideas but ultimately a writer has to write what's in her heart, and my characters tell me their story. I'm just kind of their biographer so there's not a lot I can do. <grin>

Tell Us About Your Latest Project.
I just finished book 4 in the Destiny Paramortals. Blame it on the Moon brings Jack and Tempe's coming of age arc to a head but their story and that of the other characters in Destiny - the paranormal end of Storm Lake - will continue. The further east you go on Storm Lake the less magic is apparent. Although Ridge from Her First Knight did make an important appearance in Blame it on the Moon. It will be available in May followed by a contemporary, the first Thunder Point book in August.

Her First Knight
Under-Cover Knights #2
Contemporary Romance
Campbell Hill Publishing

Ridge Romano was a genius inventor, military contractor and CEO of two billion dollar companies. He was on a mission for vets. Fun was not a word in his vocabulary. So how had he wound up on a stage between two cover models playing strip bingo, with a hundred women crying, “Take it off”?

He’d pay for this.
Buffy was looking for was the face of her franchise. At the conference she’d found her man. The late arrival had that 'je ne sais quoi' that would make her studio an immediate success. She had to have him. There was just one problem. He wasn’t a cover model, had 'more important priorities - veterans'.

Who was she to argue with such a noble cause? Buffy wanted Tucker. Could this be the first time a Calloway was wrong?

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EXCERPT

"He’s the one, isn’t he?” Her mother’s eyes lit with a strategic fire. “Isn’t he, Lana Jean Calloway?”Buffy hadn’t heard her full name in that tone of voice since she was eight. “No one’s keeping anything from you, Mom. I’m sure if you ask Ridge right now if he’s the one, he’d back out of here quicker than you could say gumbo. Please don’t blow it.” “You knew about this, Mother,” Pamela said.“Mom, it’s not quite time to go shopping for a wedding dress, ‘ya know?” She hugged her mother, but Buffy could tell she wasn’t about to give up. She gave Lillie a what now? grimace and Lillie patted them both on the back.“Come on, ladies. They could go on until next month about the wars and your Mr. Romano’s project but I think they could use a distraction. Buffy, grab the potatoes.”Lunch proceeded without a hitch. Ridge made the rounds thanking everyone for their support and promised to come back one day. This sounded too much like the distant future to Buffy. Shaking Earl’s hand he said, “Sir, my company has a more advanced prosthesis. I can arrange it for you if you’re interested; it’s lighter and more flexible than the version you have.” Earl narrowed his eyes and said, “Son, I’m ninety-three years old. This old arm and I do just fine. Getting a new one at this stage of my life would be like a woman gettin’ fake boobs when she’s past her prime.”“Old coot,” Ridge thought he heard Lillie say under her breath. “Watch it, Dad,” said Robert who just put his arm around a steaming Lillie and hugged her. “Ignore him, sugar.”“Now, Earl,” Roberta said, and her look seemed to be the only thing that made him quail.Buffy’s great-grandfather shook Ridge’s hand and, looking around him at Buffy, said, “You chose a fine man, youngin’.”Silence.Ridge turned slowly to look at Buffy. She shook her head, mouthed, Wasn’t me. She watched with an impending sense of doom as her mother put her hand on Ridge’s shoulder. “Might as well buy the ring, dear. When a Calloway tells you, you’re the one, it’s like saying, “If I tell you the moon is made of green cheese, get your crackers.”Buffy’s head sank into her hands. Why had she thought this picnic could take place without a bomb going off?

Meet #MFRWauthor @LoreleiConfer, An Uptown Girl and a Cowboy!

Meet MFRW Author Lorelei Confer.
Lorelei Confer lives on a peninsula in the mid west coast of Florida with her husband, two cats, and AJ, her long haired Chihuahua.

She wrote her first story in the fourth grade in the form of a play which actually was produced by her teacher for parents and students. She continued writing and majored in English in College. She practices every day to improve her craft.

I wrote my first story in the form of a play when I was in the fourth grade. The teacher liked it so much she produced it, using students as actors and invited all the parents to the assembly. It was something to do with fear of going to the doctor. 

An author of romantic suspense she loves reading almost as much as writing. She has filled her book shelves with her favorites, i.e. Harlan Colban, Eliza March, Johanna Lindsey, Kathy Carmichael, Terri Garey, Karen Rose, LuAnn Rice, and Bobbi Smith just to mention a few, as well as all the classics.

A lot of my personality and my life experiences are in my writing, but not all. I've never been trafficked as a sex slave, or thrown off a cliff, left to die, or found a murdered body. The places I've visited many times such as Jackson Hole, WY are in my writings.

I was forced to retire early due to health issues and really thought a lot about my life and what might be in store for me in the future. I had ideas and dreams and bits of dreams that I had to get out of my head. I started writing them in one of my journals and soon after put something together resembling a good story. In 2006, I joined RWA and the local chapter of RWA, TARA, and from there knew the next step was submission. After many rejections, and with some tweaking I received a contract for the first series, The Deadly Series.

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Tell Us How You Got The Idea For Your Most Recent Book.
An Uptown Girl and a Cowboy, the second in the Saddle Creek series, started with an idea about what happens to high school friends after high school. You have nothing in common anymore but do you remain friends? I thought about men in particular, they lose touch so easily and I came up with the idea about four grown men who each went their own way after high school: one went to college, one bought the horse ranch he worked at, one went into the military and one into police work; yet they reconnected as 'brothers' and all settled down in the shadows of the Grand Teton Mountains where they all grew up. This book is the story of the college grad, Elliott and Sam (Samantha). Elliott is an outfitter with a store of sports gear and a planned schedule of events, i.e. float rafting down the Snake River. He works in Jackson but lives outside in a small town of Saddle Creek. Rosie's Diner is in the center of town where he runs into Sam, an uptown girl from New York City all the way, a wanna be wildlife photographer. They hit it off but unknowingly trouble has followed her there. They both experience tremendous emotional strife before they find each other.

An Uptown Girl and a Cowboy

Romantic Suspense
Siren-Bookstrand

Samantha Williams, a New York City girl, wanna be photographer, stumbles into Rosie’s Diner in Saddle Creek, Wyoming, outside Jackson Hole. Disheveled from a horrid travel day, Sam finds the only seat available is at the counter beside a cowboy—a burly, staggeringly handsome, strong-muscled cowboy, who she is immediately attracted to and who has some baggage of his own.

Elliott Bouchard, an Outfitter and trainer of therapy horses, thinks he already found his one true love and buried her. He feels responsible for his wife’s death, until he meets Samantha Williams. He wants her for himself; to protect her, not only from the raw elements of the west but from someone following her who wants her gone.

After Sam’s life is threatened, due to murderous evidence she unknowingly has in a picture, Elliott comes to her rescue. But will he be there in time?

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EXCERPTMad as hell, she stepped outside. She booted the car door hard. It closed, making a loud noise that echoed in the night quiet. Steam whistled out from beneath the hood and the front tires. She stepped back onto the road, expecting the vehicle to go up in flames at any minute. Walking to the rear of the vehicle, she kick-boxed the back tire.
Remembering her bags in the car, she quickly opened the passenger door and grabbed them, and then stepped away. “You wanted the wide, open spaces, girl,” she muttered. “This is all part of the journey, so deal with it.”
Twisting side to side, she looked up and down the road, but didn’t see another car coming either way. Damn it. She would have to walk. After all, it was only two miles to the nearest town. The sound of her heels on the asphalt sounded like gunshots as she headed toward the silhouette of the towering mountains looming in front of her. Her eyes, now adjusted to the dark, scanned the dim area. No buildings nearby, no lights at all. She shivered. The air, cooling off now since the sun had gone down, would only get colder. She longed for her heavy jacket she’d placed in one of her missing suitcases.
No stores in sight. So isolated. No barn or shed for shelter. No hotels, or motels, no open-all-night 7-Elevens, no gas stations, no shopping malls, no people, and no traffic to flag someone for help. How do people live out here?
She twisted her foot on a small rock on the road, kicking it aside, and heard a crack. She put her now heelless shoe onto the pavement, glanced down, and perused the damage. Moaning at her costly mistake of ruining a pair of expensive shoes, she reached to the ground and picked up the heel. She was reminded of the movie Romancing The Stone. She took off her other shoe and slammed it against the blacktop. Nothing! The damn heel would not come off.

#MFRWauthor INTERVIEW: When The Band Came To Town @HLewisFoster

Meet H. Lewis-Foster

H. Lewis-Foster lives in the north of England and has always worked with books in one form or another. As a keen reader of gay fiction, she decided to try writing herself and is now the proud author of several short stories and a debut novel 'Burning Ashes'.

H. creates characters that are talented, funny and quite often gorgeous, but who all have their faults and vulnerable sides, and she hopes you'll enjoy reading their stories as much as she loves writing them. H. has also ventured into playwriting and was thrilled to see her first play performed last year.

Website - http://hlewisfoster.wix.com/books
Twitter - https://twitter.com/HLewisFoster
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/HLewisFoster

How long have you been writing? About five years.
Have you always wanted to be a writer?
Secretly, yes, but it took me a long time to finally put pen to paper.
Where do you see yourself in five years?
Still writing romance, because I enjoy it so much, and maybe doing more play writing.
How many books have you written, how many have been published?
I’ve written one novel, two novellas and ten short stories. They’ve all been published.
After you've written your book and it's been published, do you ever buy it and/or read it? 
I sometimes read a story a year or so after it’s been published - it’s good to go back and experience it as a reader.
Do you have a favorite among your books? 
My novel ‘Burning Ashes’. I loved writing about the intense romance between Nat and Scott, and following their relationship over the years.
Favorite hero or heroine?
My current favourite is Archie in ‘When the Band Came to Town’. He’s intelligent, handsome, physically and emotionally strong, and he’s always there for his friends.
What book for you has been the easiest to write? 
Northern Relations, a regency romance.
The hardest? My current novel – more details soon!
The most fun? In the Blue Moonlight, a funny, quirky short story.
Which comes first, the story, the characters, or the setting?
My stories are very much character-led, so characters definitely.
What is the hardest part of writing/the easiest for you?
To be honest, I enjoy the whole process of writing, but I guess that editing is the hardest part – although if you have a good editor, it can be very rewarding.
Are you in control of your characters or do they control you?
I like to think I’m in control, but sometimes characters take the plot in unexpected directions.
Have you experienced writer's block? 
I’ve been very lucky and haven’t been stuck for ideas so far.
What is the most rewarding thing about being a writer?
It’s fantastic to read a lovely review - knowing that someone has enjoyed your writing makes it all worthwhile.
What is the single most important part of writing for you?
Rewriting is the most important part of writing. Finishing the first draft of a story is just the beginning.
What do you enjoy most about writing?
Getting that initial idea, then seeing where the story takes me...

When the Band Came to Town
Dreamspinner Press
In the swinging Sixties, life gets rockin’ for Jeff McInnery when a new band plays at the local pub. Caught up in lead singer Danny Speed’s cool, Jeff sneaks a kiss. But being found out as homosexual could stop Danny’s hot career fast, and even land him in jail. With harsh words, Danny leaves to head for fame and fortune while Jeff starts university. On campus, Jeff meets Archie Ballatine, a history student living as openly as possible. It’s an exciting new world of sex and friendship for Jeff, but then the band comes back to town.
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This is a nice, short and exceedingly charming story which I realised once I got to the end is actually meant to be more like a memoir of Jeff McInnery. In a time where in the UK one could get arrested and gaoled for being homosexual, it’s a bit like a journey of discovery into love for Jeff and his two love interests – rock star Danny and fellow student Archie. It’s a very light hearted/rose coloured view of this time in history but the ending is just perfect!

EXCERPT

“Have you never had a girlfriend, Jeff?” 
Jeff shook his head, hoping Danny would assume his abstinence was due to failure rather than choice. His pulse quickened as Danny walked toward him. 
“We’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” 
“It’s not a problem.” Jeff stuttered the words, and his racing heart nearly stopped when Danny seized his clammy hand. “You need to learn how to slow dance, man.”
Jeff’s knees trembled so much he could barely stand as Danny slid his other hand round Jeff’s waist.
Danny’s voice was affably self-assured. “Now the young lady will expect you to take the lead, Jeff.” 
“Oh yes?” They were the only words Jeff could extract from his brain. 
“You hold her in your arms like this.” Danny pulled Jeff to him, his lean torso pressing against Jeff’s shirt. “You see?” 
Jeff nodded. The proximity of Danny’s body now made speech impossible. 
“Then you move your feet in time with the music. Just little steps like this.” 
Danny’s thighs brushed against Jeff’s trousers as they shuffled around the wooden floor. Jeff was sure Danny must be able to feel the quivering in his muscles, the quickening of his breath, and the growing hardness in his underwear. 
“And if you’re very lucky, she’ll nuzzle your neck, and her hair will tickle against your cheek.” Jeff held his breath as Danny’s faintly stubbled chin rested against his shoulder. He was certain he must be dreaming, but he’d never had a dream as vivid as this. 
Danny’s biceps were hot against Jeff’s shirtsleeves, and his fingers tightly curled round Jeff’s hand. His tobacco-scented breath was warm against Jeff’s ear as he spoke. “That’s it, Jeff. You’ve got the hang of it. You’ll have those posh university girls eating out of your hand.” 
Girls, posh or otherwise, were the furthest thing from Jeff’s mind when Danny pulled away slightly and smiled. Jeff had never seen a smile like it, or at least not outside of a cinema screen. Danny’s teeth were beautifully even and white, his lips the pink of a freshly picked plum, his eyes green and twinkling in the low light. Then the music stopped, and Jeff expected Danny to step away with a jokey comment about his dancing, but Danny stayed where he was, his face only inches away. Danny’s smile faded uncertainly, but he didn’t move away.

There's No Place Like Home for #MFRWauthor @Peggy_Jaeger

Meet MFRW Author Peggy Jaeger

Peggy Jaeger has been a lifelong lover of words. Her favorite Christmas present when she was 8? A Dictionary. She has won numerous short story, literary, and non-fiction awards, has had 2 children's books published and has been included in the Chicken Soup For Every Mother's Soul Anthology. She writes in her attic loft in her home in New Hampshire when she is not painting or cooking. website  |  facebook  |  twitter  |  pinterest

I love the happily ever after mind-set, so I felt writing romances was the best way to express that. My newest book, There's No Place Like Home was written after Skater's Waltz, because I wanted to continue on with the same family I wrote about in the first book. This is the story of Moira Cleary and her life long friend Quentin Stapleton. I got the idea for the story because I wanted to explore how a friendship could evolve into something more. These two have known each other since birth -truly. Their parents are best friends. They have an entire lifetime of shared memories, experiences and life events. I wanted to see how they would do as love interests. And I am thrilled with the results!

There's No Place Like Home

The Wild Rose Press

Symphony pianist Moira Cleary comes home after four years of touring, exhausted, sick, and spiritually broken. Emotional and psychological abuse at the hands of someone she trusted has left her gaunt, anxious, and at a crossroads both professionally and personally.

Moira’s best friend, veterinarian Quentin Stapleton, wants nothing more than to help Moira get well. Can his natural healing skills make it possible for her to open her heart again? And can he convince her she’s meant to stay home now with the family that loves her - and with him - forever?

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EXCERPT
“Remember when your cousin Tiffany got married in the backyard here?”
Confused, Moira nodded.
Quentin rubbed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “When the Reverend told Cole ‘you can kiss your bride,’ and he swooped her off the ground, spun her around and kissed her silly? Remember what you said?”
 “I think I said it was the most romantic thing I’d ever seen.”
He nodded. “The exact quote was, ‘I hope someone kisses me like that some day.’”
Her grin was quick at the memory. “Pat snorted and said I’d better be satisfied with licks from the horses and Rob Roy because no guy was ever gonna kiss me.”
“He wasn’t known for tact back then.” He rubbed a hand down her back as he held her. “Remember what happened later on behind the barn?”
Because she did, she couldn’t stop the heat from spreading up her face like wildfire. When she nodded again, he said, “You wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed like that and since I was your best friend, you thought I should be the one to do it, because you – quote - felt safe with me – unquote.”
“What was I? Eleven?”
“Thirteen. And I was more than willing. Almost broke my heart in two when you said afterward, ‘I don’t see what all the fuss is about.’”
 “Q—”
“Hush.” He kissed her forehead. “Ever since that day, all I’ve wanted is a second chance. Now,” he pulled her body closer, wrapped both arms around her small waist, his hands resting just above the dent in her spine. “We’re both a little older, a little more mature. Some of us are much more experienced—”
“And conceited.”
“Experienced,” he said, the laugh in his voice quiet and seductive, “and things can be so much better.”