Ballad Beauty LIVING IN TEXAS #Thursday13 @LaurenLinwood #MFRWauthor

MFRW Author Lauren Linwood hosts this week's Thursday13.
Lauren’s historical romances use history as a backdrop to place her characters in extraordinary circumstances, where their intense desire for one another grows into the treasured gift of love. Her romantic suspense novels feature strong heroes and heroines who unite to defeat a clever antagonist and discover a deep, abiding love during their journey.

A native Texan, Lauren is an avid reader, moviegoer, and sports fan who manages stress by alternating yoga with long walks. She plans to start a support group for House Hunters addicts—as soon as she finishes her next piece of dark chocolate.

13 reasons I'm glad I live in Texas

1 - The best Mexican food in the US

2 - Margaritas in every flavor (mango & strawberry are favs)

3 - Friendly people who smile & speak as you pass

4 - Cost of living

5 - Mild winters (which helps me walk outside year-round)

6 - The annual State Fair of Texas

7 - Fletcher's Corny Dogs & Jack's Fries at the State Fair

8 - Bluebonnets in the spring

9 - Tons of great shopping

10 - Friday night high school football

11 - Talented musicians in every kind of venue

12 - The beaches along the Gulf of Mexico

13 - Close proximity to my family

Ballad Beauty

Western Historical Romance 
Soul Mate Publishing
Published: 3/25/2015

After ten years apart, Boston schoolmarm Jenny McShanahan receives a letter from her father instructing her to join him in Texas. She has no idea he’s become a famous outlaw. She arrives to find Sam already gone, but he left instructions for Jenny to hire a guide and rendezvous with him in Nevada.

Texas Ranger Noah Daniel Webster knows Sam because his father was Sam’s longtime partner in crime. When his father is killed during their last big score, Noah requests to bring Sam to justice. Going undercover, he volunteers as Jenny’s escort across the prairie, using her to track her father’s location.

As they journey through rough country, love blossoms—but Noah knows the second he arrests Sam, his betrayal will kill Jenny’s love for him. Should he do his duty as a Ranger, or should he let love rule? The choice Noah makes will change their lives forever.

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EXCERPT

“Do you know a Mr. Snake Burton?” she asked.
“I reckon ‘bout everyone between here and Fort Worth knows Snake,” he said affably, and the crowd chuckled along with him.
“Then could you tell me where I might find him at this hour of the morning?”
“I s’pose he’s up at Miss Lulu’s still.”
“And where might I find Miss Lulu?”
“Oh, you don’t want to go finding Miss Lulu, ma’am. She’s six feet under or better and has been nigh on five, maybe six years now.”
“But Mr. Burton is at this Miss Lulu’s house? Then please show me the way.”
The crowd murmured its disapproval, and she wondered what she’d said wrong.
“I’ll show you where Miss Lulu’s is.”
The throng parted, and her heart caught in her throat. It was the dark-haired stranger with the cold, sky blue eyes. She almost took a step back as he approached then thought better of it. Treat him like Lucinda Smith, the ringleader of the bullies that picked on her in those early days when she first arrived at The Thompson School.
She drew herself up to her full height and raised her chin a notch for good measure. He came toward her slowly, an easy confidence in his gait.
He must be an even six feet, she judged. Muscle hardened his otherwise lean frame. His jet-black hair had a slight wave to it. His complexion was dark, as if he spent most of his time outdoors in the bright Texas sun. Chiseled cheeks and a strong jaw accompanied a sensuous mouth.
But what she focused on now was the small scar. Funny, she hadn’t noticed it before. It ran just above his chin, white against his tanned face. She thought it might be from a knife, based on her experience at the free clinic. She wondered how he’d gotten sliced in such a tender spot.
He paused as he reached her, his hat in his hand. “I can show you. But I don’t think you’ll want to go in.”
Her eyes flashed. “And why not?” she asked in a haughty tone.
“Because Miss Lulu’s is a house of ill repute.”

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A BOOK SPOTLIGHT Only For You @Sherry_Ewing #MFRWauthor

Amazon bestselling author Sherry Ewing presents the continuing saga of Katherine and Riorden de Deveraux from For All of Ever in: Only for You.

Only For You

Sherry Ewing, Kingsburg Press

Katherine de Deveraux has it all or so she believes when she begins her life with her husband Riorden. But as she starts to settle into her duties at Warkworth Castle, she finds that an easy life is not only difficult but downright dangerous to her well-being.

Consumed with the haunting memories of his father, Riorden must deal with his sire’s widow who just happens to also be his ex-lover. Yet how could he know how far Marguerite is willing to go in order to have the life she feels they were meant to live?

Torn apart by circumstances neither Katherine nor Riorden could imagine, Time becomes their true enemy even while Marguerite continues her ploy to keep Riorden at her side. With all hope lost, will Katherine and Riorden find a way to save their marriage, or will Katherine be whisked back to where Time truly feels she belongs?

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What Reviewers Are Saying...
"Another wonderful novel by Ms Ewing! One never knows what Time will do to a relationship. But in this novel, Time got it right. I was elated to see Jewels, Emily, and Brianna from her previous novel, For All Of Ever, return with all their feistiness, spunk,and charm. I laughed, I cried, and I cheered! And at the end I breathed a sigh of contentment believing in a happily ever after."

""Amazing. This author just keeps getting better. The story the presentation, the characters. I absolutely loved reading this and did not put it down until done. The only downside I can see on this author is the books are not coming fast enough! I do not believe in talking about the characters or the plot but I do believe in saying you will not be sorry for reading this!""

EXCERPT

Katherine held the bed post and stroked the heavy wooden frame, almost reverently, as if to memorize the feel of it beneath her fingertips. Rough in places, it wouldn't always remain this way. She smiled in remembrance of the first time she had seen this room.
The chamber really hadn't altered all that much from now to when she was in Bamburgh with her friends more than eight hundred years in the future. Some of the furniture may have changed over time, but she still marveled that their placement was exactly the same centuries from now. She leaned her forehead on the dark oaken post and closed her eyes. She could still feel the utter despair of when she had first seen Riorden here in this chamber. She remembered reaching out to touch him, yet he had been nothing but a shadow of what could have been if only Time had not played such a horrible hoax on them.
The sharp sound of a trunk closing as the lid dropped into place brought her back to the present, and she watched in fascination as Riorden ran a hand through his mussed, shoulder length hair. He reached for a goblet of wine and took a sip until his attention immediately flew to her over the cup rim. There was such intense longing in his gaze that Katherine’s heart flipped, as it always did whenever he looked at her in such a manner. She knew he was reliving his own disquieting memories of her in his chamber as a ghost.
They continued to watch one another, transfixed by the haunting nightmare they had once shared. The image he presented, however, was so reminiscent of their past ghostlike encounter that a small thrill went through her, knowing he was really standing right before her in the flesh. She could touch him anytime she so wished, and forevermore would she be grateful that Time had bended to their most heartfelt desire. It wasn’t every day that fate brought her a gorgeous chivalrous knight to call her very own. She had waited her whole lifetime to find him, and she would take advantage of such a gift!
His eyes traversed up and down her body until a lazy grin developed on his face that generally was Katherine’s undoing. Since she could stand the handsome distraction he presented no longer, she shortened the space between them. Her eyes never left his as she came to stand before him. Taking the goblet from his hand, she took a small taste where his lips had but recently met the edge and placed the cup carefully on the table. The heady wine slid down her throat, warming her stomach. It was nothing compared to what he was unintentionally doing to her emotionally. The room grew hot, and yet still they spoke no words. He looked down at her from his towering height. His eyes told her what he wanted, but she only gave him a seductive smile.
She expected to be ensnared in his embrace and taken to their bed. He surprised her when instead he held his palm face up to her, and she knew for certain he, too, had been reliving the experience of their past encounter. With her shaking hand, she placed her own palm face down to hover but inches over his. She shivered when tingling sensations rushed up her entire arm. It was still there...that connection between them that even Time would never separate.
She could almost hear his thoughts. They mirrored her own.

ABOUT Sherry Ewing
Sherry Ewing is a self-published author who writes historical and time travel romances to awaken the soul one heart at a time. Her debut historical romance, If My Heart Could See You, hit Amazon’s top ten bestseller list for the eBook only two days after the paperback release. Always wanting to write a novel but busy raising her children, she finally took the plunge in 2008 and wrote her first Regency. She is a national and local member of Romance Writers of America since 2012 and is currently working on her next novel.

CONNECT with Sherry
Website & Blog: http://www.sherryewing.com
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Sherry-Ewing/e/B00LP3CVXK
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sherryewingauthor
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BOOK SPOTLIGHT: A Dream Called Marilyn @Mercedes_King_ #MFRWauthor

MFRW Author Mercedes King released A Dream Called Marilyn, a Historical Romance, with Triumph Productions on March 23, 2015.

BLURB
Nothing could prepare Dr. Charles Campbell for his new client, Marilyn Monroe. Instructed to 'subdue the actress, no matter what it takes', he soon realizes that helping her means crossing boundaries and might cost him his life.

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ABOUT Mercedes King
A founding member of Sisters in Crime Columbus, Ohio (affectionately dubbed SiCCO), Mercedes King can be found elbow-deep in research, reading, or enjoying the local bike path. Combining her love of pop culture with history, she created A Dream Called Marilyn, a novella focusing on the last weeks of Marilyn's life.

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#MFRWauthor BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Tarnished Gold @BritaAddams @Dreamspinners

Tarnished Gold
Brita Addams
Erotic Historical GLBT Romance
Dreamspinner Press

In 1915, starstruck Jack Abadie strikes out for the gilded streets of the most sinful town in the country—Hollywood. With him, he takes a secret that his country hometown would never understand.

After years of hard work and a chance invitation to a gay gentlemen's club, Jack is discovered. Soon, his talent, matinee idol good looks, and affable personality propel him to the height of stardom. But fame breeds distrust.

Should he follow his heart or will his shining star fade to tarnished gold?

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This book won a Rainbow Award in 2013 for Best Historical.

EXCERPT
"The restaurant was packed, and by the looks, it’d be a late night. Jack tucked the note into his pocket and served one of his tables. Then he took the note out again and reread it. Something clicked in his head, and he had to get out of the place. He told Tommy he was ill, and he walked right out the front door.
He stood on the sidewalk and stared at the gleaming smile that greeted him, conceding that he’d missed it.
“Don’t just stand there, my friend. Get in.”
Jack looked back at the bustling restaurant, ablaze in electric light. “I really shouldn’t. I could lose my job.”
“That doesn’t matter. Come on.”
Jack stood firm. “But it does matter. It’s how I make my living.”
“Not anymore.”
“What does that mean? You know it’s all I have. How many times have I served you and your friends?” He planted his hands on his hips.
“Get in. I have something to tell you.”
Jack didn’t want to go back into the restaurant, so he shook his head, shrugged, and got into the car.
“Trust me, you’ll be glad you did.” Eric pulled away from the curb and remained silent for several minutes, which piqued Jack’s interest even further.
“So tell me. I don’t understand.”
“It’s time you got out of the restaurant business. You need to move up in the world.”
“Something I’ve been telling myself for years, but it’s rather difficult to look for other work when I only get one day a week off and it is Sunday.”
Eric reached over and squeezed Jack’s thigh. “That’s what you have me for.”
“Have you?”
“Well, I’d like that to be so. You like me, don’t you?”
“Well, sure, but….”
“Then it’s settled. I have a surprise for you, and I hope you’ll take it in the spirit in which it’s given.”
“A surprise? What is it?”
Eric stared out over the road for several moments as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “Well, you talked about loving the flickers, and I got to thinking. You’re so handsome and that’s what brings people into the movie houses. I think you might be perfectly suited to work at the studio. Would you like that?”
“Me? I won’t lie. When I came out here, all I wanted to do was get into the movies. But in reality, it seems so impractical.”
“Again, that’s where I come in. You love the movies, and that’s all it takes to do what I have in mind. That’s the beauty of it.”
“The beauty of what?”
“How would you like to work as an extra?”
The words hit him like a thunderbolt. “Me? How? Where?”

ABOUT Brita Addams
Born in a small town in upstate New York, Brita Addams has made her home in the sultry south for many years. In the Frog Capital of the World, Brita shares her home with her real-life hero—her husband, and a fat cat named Stormee. All their children are grown.

Brita writes both het and gay historical romance and many of her historicals have appeared on category bestseller lists.

 A bit of trivia—Brita pronounces her name, Bree-ta, and not Brit-a.

CONNECT with Brita
Website/Blog  http://britaaddams.net
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#MFRWauthor BOOK SPOTLIGHT: The Nightclub by Lynette Sofras @ManicScribbler

The Nightclub

Lynette Sofras
Contemporary Romantic Suspense
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Trying to make a living for her teenage sister and herself, Laura Hamilton accepts a job offer as a hostess at an infamous nightclub. As she struggles to survive in a world of sex, drugs and corruption, she certainly doesn't expect to find her own knight in shining armour in the club's owner, Julian. But will he really save her from a future as a fallen woman? And is he involved in the criminal organisation that threatens not only her sister's life, but will change her own fate forever? To support her younger sister, an office clerk becomes a nightclub hostess, finding love in a seedy world of sex, drugs and corruption - and endangering their lives.

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REVIEW
"I was constantly on the edge of my seat as the story began to develop. The characters were very believable, and I had immediate compassion for them and their situation. I was never bored and absolutely could not put this book down. I have read every book that Lyn has written, some multiple times! She is excellent at her craft and weaves a very good story every time. I can't wait for her next book!" (Goodreads)

EXCERPT
""Later, maybe,"" Julian said, turning to a different monitor and scanning the row of girls seated on a gold-coloured banquette.  ""Just look at those girls.  What kind of a life is it for them?  They look hungry.""
""They'll get fed, don't you worry,"" Mel said, deliberately misunderstanding.  ""Most of them have regulars, and they all thrive on uncertainty.  It keeps them in their place, docile, charming—better than Viagra.""
Julian watched as a dark, slightly-built waiter with a camp walk paraded in front of the row of women before pausing in front of one of them.  He beckoned with his finger and she rose obediently, following the waiter around the perimeter of the room.  Julian peered at the screen.  ""Who is she?""
Mel glanced at the bank of monitors.  ""I forget her name; someone Petra brought in for a trial.  I doubt she'll cut it though, too prim and proper.  I'll get rid of her at the end of the week.  Mind you, some of the punters seem to like her.  Old Ken Featherstone's been in three times this week asking for her.""
Julian continued to watch, frowning in concentration, as the waiter led the woman to the restaurant area and presented her to a table of what appeared to be semi-drunk businessmen.  Two other hostesses were already at the table, sipping champagne.  He liked the calm, dignified way she walked, not like a model on a catwalk compelling all eyes to look at her, but like someone careful not to encroach on another person's space.  She appeared shy, but determined and that struck a chord with him.  He could see why Mel wasn't impressed.  She was the sort of girl Guy would have liked.
He watched the other hostesses eyeing the new girl with barely-concealed hostility.  They looked hard-faced in comparison, mean and hungry, evidently resenting the younger, prettier woman.

ABOUT Lynette Sofras
A former teacher, Lynette gave up her career in education a few years ago in order to focus on her writing and thus fulfil her childhood dream.  She writes contemporary women's fiction, often involving romance with suspense or a supernatural twist.  She claims 'Killing Jenna Crane', a romantic thriller and 'Unworkers' a modern ghost story/women's fiction are her personal favourites to date.  Her latest release 'The Nightclub' is a romance packed with suspense.  You can find more details of her novels on her website: http://www.lynettesofras.com or Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Lynette-Sofras/e/B0084YQCD8/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1.

Why Authors Write with #MFRWauthor Susan Behon @SueBeehny on #Thursday13

MFRW Author Susan Behon hosts Thursday13.
Susan Behon enjoys creating a world that brings readers romance, laughter, and a healthy dose of sexiness. Susan graduated summa cum laude with a B. A. in English from Norfolk State University. She currently lives in Ohio with her very own romance hero of a husband and their two wonderful daughters.

1.Q: Why did you decide to write romance novels?
A: I've read romance novels since I was 13 and I've always loved the genre. Now that my children are older, I have the time to explore all of the love stories in my imagination that are just waiting to be told.

Thirteen Reasons I Write

1. It's cheaper than therapy.

2. I like getting to know my characters.

3. I get to create a world of my own making.

4. I like creating scrumptious book boyfriends.

5. There is always a happy ending.

6. I love to do research.

7. I'm addicted to romance.

8. Some money wouldn't hurt.

9. The sense of accomplishment I feel when I type ""The End.""

10. I love it when someone laughs at a funny part in my book.

11. I enjoy taking the reader to a happy place.

12. I also enjoy living vicariously in that happy place.

13. I write because I feel as though it was something I was always meant to do.

2.Q: How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing?
A: I think all writers express parts of their personality and life experiences in their writing. The story comes from you, so they essentially are you. Anyone who knows me can see parts of me here and there in a story. The rest of it is completely made up.

3.Q: What kind of research do you do for a book?
A: I people watch a great deal. I've always been quiet so it's easy to listen and learn about what's in front of me. Google is also my best friend.

4. Q: Tell us about your latest book.
A: My contemporary romance is called Fall For You and it is Book #1 in the Madison Falls series. It is the love story of Sophie Brandon (Cookie Baker) and Reed Sutton (Construction manager.) Sophie had a crush on Reed back in high school but the cruelty of someone stopped their budding relationship before it started. After 8 years away, Reed comes back to take over the family construction firm and by chance runs into Sophie. He does his best to prove that love is sweeter the second time around, but outside sources and gossip threaten the relationship again. It is the story of Reed and Sophie finding each other all over again.

Fall For You (Book 1, Madison Falls Series)

Sophie Brandon is in a bind.
After eight years, Reed Sutton is back in town and back on Sophie's radar. Her high school crush is home to stay and hotter than ever. How can she avoid the gorgeous construction manager when she needs work done in her bakery?
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Reed knows he's overqualified for the simple renovation, but when it comes to sweet Sophie, he's the man for the job. Her kitchen heats up when one kiss leads to more and a storeroom mishap throws her right into Reed's arms. Once he catches her, he can't seem to keep his hands off of her...cookies.
Small town gossip mixed with threats against Sophie are a recipe for disaster. Will history repeat itself or will love conquer all?

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5. Q: Where did the idea for this book come from?
A: The beginning of the story is based on a real life experience between my husband and myself. Before we dated, I had a crush on him and hid behind a table of bread when I ran into him at the grocery store. That is what sparked the idea for the story. From there, Sophie and Reed become their own unique characters.

6. Q: Can you share a scene from the book?

EXCERPT

"Damn!”Sophie Brandon was in a bind.Hiding behind a stack of rye bread might seem odd to the average Joe, but Sophie was a true believer in self-preservation. Considering she absolutely hated the smell of it, her awkward dive behind this particular table was made with good reason.With a quick peek around the display, she confirmed that the good reason was still standing over at the bakery counter.After eight years in the Navy, Reed Sutton was finally home. While lying low behind the bread, Sophie admired the view from across the aisle. She had to admit, Reed had only gotten better looking with age. The current object of her secret regard was gorgeous, fit, sexy, and...ordering a cake?Along with ogling, she could now add eavesdropping to her stalker resume.Reed had been back in Madison Falls for more than six months and Sophie had yet to have a conversation with him. Given the opportunity now, she still had no idea what to say. After all, he was the one who got away, or more truthfully, the one she never had.Not for lack of trying, of course.Back in high school, Sophie wanted Reed with all the passion and hope a girl with a teenage crush could possess. She'd been thrilled when he finally showed a romantic interest in her.Or so she thought.Sophie's dreams of dating Reed Sutton were dashed the night his mom shot her down.It was cruel. It was loud. And it was in public.After that humiliating fiasco, Sophie couldn't face Reed. She was too embarrassed to even speak to him again. Those feelings still held true considering she was an adult using rye bread for camouflage.Sophie looked down and silently cursed her wardrobe choice.Just shoot me now.This morning, Sophie thought she would be working alone all day in her bakery. It didn't matter what she wore since no one was supposed to see her. Then, wearing a lime green, threadbare, “I'm a real M.F.'er” T-shirt, a joking nod to Madison Falls, seemed like a good idea.Now? Not so much.Add in the odd chocolate stain or two, her frayed denim shorts, and her slicked back ponytail, and her fashion disaster was complete. Sophie also had a vague suspicion that there was cookie dough in her hair.Maybe she could army crawl to the next aisle over?After taking another peek out, she found Elaine Newman blocking her escape route. Elaine was one of the town's biggest gossips. How long did it take a woman to pick out bagels anyway? Sophie mentally urged her to make a choice and go away already.In the meantime, she prayed for invisibility. If that old biddy saw her playing hide and seek behind the baked goods, it would be all over town in no time.This trip to the Madison Falls Market was supposed to be a quick supply grab, in and out, no problem.Sophie wondered what universal law stated that you always ran into someone you knew when you looked like crap. If she were dressed to the nines, sporting the best hair day ever, the aisles would be completely empty.Today wasn't that day.Of course, Reed looked wonderful. His broad shoulders were perfectly encased in a form fitting slate gray T-shirt. That lucky fabric hugged his well-defined muscles all the way down to his narrow waist. His dark jeans were loose but in no way baggy. The back pockets cupped his butt in a way that made her palms twitchy with a desire to do.

7. Q: How can readers connect with you?
A: My social Media links:  website, facebook, google+, and goodreads.

A Taste of You BOOK SPOTLIGHT by #MFRWauthor @IrenePreston

A Taste of You
Irene Preston
Contemporary M/M Romance
Fated Desires

Hell's Kitchen has nothing on Restaurant Ransom...

Garrett Ransom is America's hot chef du jour. He has a Michelin-starred restaurant in New York City, a hit reality TV show, and a new man in his bed every week. Yes, he secretly thinks his business partner, Giancarlo ""Carlo"" Rotolo, is hotter than a ghost pepper, but he would never jeopardize their friendship with a fling. Then Garrett overhears some juicy gossip among the crew and realizes he'll have to break Giancarlo's cardinal rule, no banging the staff - for Carlo's own good, of course.

Giancarlo's been in love with Garrett forever. He's sure Garrett will eventually realize they are destined to be more than business partners. But when Garrett installs his latest boyfriend as their new chef d'cuisine and announces plans to leave Carlo in New York while he opens a second restaurant, Carlo is forced to re-evaluate his life.

Hot new foodie m/m romance from Irene Preston!

REVIEW
“This book was wonderful from start to finish. We had a bit of everything, there was angst, there was humour, there was romance, there was passion, both in the kitchen and out of it….A well-written, sensual romance that will leave you smiling at the end.”
--Zipper Ripper Reviews

EXCERPT

Screw “not too eager.” His legs must have moved, but Giancarlo couldn’t have said how he got from Point A to Point B. He knew only that Garrett was home, and they were together again. They were doing their usual greeting, a mash-up of a bro-hug and a more European double-cheek air kiss. And how had two gay men come up with something so awkward?
Or maybe it wasn’t awkward to anyone but Carlo because he didn’t want the bro-hug or “air kisses.” He wanted to sweep Garrett into his arms and soul kiss him until they were both dizzy and panting. He wanted the real damn thing.
Instead, he held himself awkwardly rigid while he leaned in to welcome his best friend home—upper half only on the hug so an indiscrete brush of thigh wouldn’t reveal exactly how happy he was to see his business partner. He inhaled carefully on the second kiss, and his knees nearly buckled. Garrett was the only chef he knew who never seemed to smell like his kitchen. No fish. No beef. No spices. Never in a million years the fry station. Garrett smelled sweet—warm cookies, vanilla, and sugar—like he should have been the pastry chef instead of Grace. The aroma always blindsided Giancarlo. Garrett wasn’t known for sweet. The scent was a secret thing. The Garrett no one knew but him.

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Read the full first chapter on IrenePreston.com.

ABOUT Irene Preston
Irene Preston has to write romances, after all she is living one. As a starving college student, she met her dream man who whisked her away on a romantic honeymoon across Europe. Today they live in the beautiful hill country outside of Austin, Texas where Dream Man is still working hard to make sure she never has to take off her rose-colored glasses.

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It's a REVIVAL *BOOK SPOTLIGHT* @MKGilher #MFRWauthor

MFRW Author M.K. Gilher released Revival, Book One of the Return to Us Trilogy , an Erotic Contemporary Suspense, with Angel Press.

BLURB
He's a surgeon, he's a cage fighter, he's possibly a murderer. He's not a good boy. I feel as if I know him, yet I'm sure I don't. Dr. Jacade J. Jordan, my enigmatic sex god on a stick.

Damn, she's delectable. My sweet Ivy. I want to eat her alive. But how can I possess her when she doesn't even know me? When the deception runs too deep? When I've killed for her and would do it again in a heartbeat? How can I watch her submit so perfectly when I am the one at her feet?

Enjoy the ride in the Windy City as Ivy and Jacade's timeless love story unfolds in the Return to Us Trilogy.

REVIEWS
"...intense, hot, mouthwatering, scorching, sheet burning, panty melting." -Amazon 5-star review
"Had one of the most erotic moments I have read in a book." -Amazon 5-star review.

EXCERPT

I hear a weird creaking noise and the lights flicker. I'm jostled about before the elevator jerks to a halt in mid-flight and the lights go out. My fellow elevator patrons gasp and grumble. Random lights appear as people pull out their cellphones. In the commotion of the crowded elevator, I'm heaved back onto my Italian-shoed stranger even more. I feel strong hands wrap around my hips. I'm so close I can feel his chest rising and falling on my back.
Oh. Sweet. Jesus.
I can't fucking breathe. I can't fucking breathe.
His breath is steady and calm on my neck, almost as if he's enjoying watching me struggle for my self-control. The cat pinning the mouse down by the tail as the mouse struggles to get away.
Should I pull away from him? The Slut Ivy on my right shoulder rolls her eyes and says, Duh, no silly. Stay right where you are. The Feminist Ivy on my left shoulder is scowling at me. Just get your ass to work on time, woman. The truth is I couldn't move an inch even if I wanted to. Which I don't.
Time seems to have stopped. All I know is he's holding me to the heat of his massive male frame. I can't stop the images of this stranger's tongue casually licking its way down my entire body. I haven't even seen this man. But I am a shoe whore, and his shoes were fabulous.
I feel an uncontrollable electrical pull toward him. Synapses are firing between our bodies creating sparks that would light up even the darkest of nights.
He intensifies his hold on my left hipbone, his fingers digging in, while his other hand drifts up my back to my right ear. He softly pulls on the cord to my earbud, and all I can concentrate on is his warm, ragged breath on my neck.
He leans in close to my ear, and I hear a sucking sound. What the hell? I feel a warm sensation as he trails the tip of his wet finger from my shoulder up to my right earlobe.
Holy shit.
My breath catches, and a low chuckle vibrates against my skin. Prick. I smile to myself for mentally insulting him. He flexes his fingers and glides his large palm across my cashmere-covered abdomen and presses lightly on my belly. He's trying to help me slow my breathing. Bringing me back to the present… with him.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
He pushes on my abdomen and forces my backside right onto his rock hard erection. Just kill me now. I'm good. I could totally write my obituary after this experience. Dead from feeling Italian-shoed stranger's erection against my ass. What a great way to go.

ABOUT M.K. Gilher
I've always adored writing and won several poetry contests in high school. I was coasting along in my healthcare career in Chicago, when I had a dream I was resuscitated from near death by a mysterious physician. Jacade's enigmatic character sprouted from that dream. As I wrote, I made sure Ivy's character was laced with qualities of the everyday woman; beauty, intelligence, insecurities, and vulnerabilities. I truly hope you relish your time with Dr. Jordan and Ivy in the Return to Us Trilogy. I know I do every time I’m drawn into their lives.

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BOOK SPOTLIGHT: From Out of the Past with #MFRWauthor @DenyseBridger

MFRW Author Denysé Bridger released From Out of the Past, a paranormal romantic

mystery, with Crimson Frost Books.

A series of killings has the Toronto Police Department in turmoil. The press has labelled the killer a “werewolf” and hysteria is on the rise in the heat of the summer… Detective Damien Knightley has secrets of his own that need guarding in this very public investigation. Knightley is a vampire, and as the case gets more complex, what he discovers has him both baffled and worried. History is about to repeat itself and explode in violent death if those involved can’t reach Toronto and capture a renegade on a blood-hunt.

As Damien recalls a love from a century ago, the threads of time are being pulled together, joining the past and the present. The beautiful woman he is falling in love with is bringing back memories he’d rather forget, and when the killer is finally revealed, there are more questions than answers in the identity…" The threads of time are being pulled together, joining the past and the present. When a killer is finally revealed, there are more questions than answers in the identity…

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What Reviewers Say...
(From) Out of the Past is a crime-mystery, a thriller, a romance--intensely sensual, interweaving 1880's London with present day Toronto in a heady blend of carefully constructed scenes and a cast of characters that bring the story to life with an undeniable authenticity. This is a tale that will satisfy on many levels. I heartily recommend it for your 'must read' list. Well done, Denysé Bridger. - Amazon Reviewer

This novel is a non-stop action packed blast from start to finish. It made it very difficult to put down. The characters are beautifully and fully developed, and the story is easy to follow and just as easy to become absorbed in. A fantastic ride through the twists and turns of the paranormal world, this novel is an absolute blast. - Night Owl Reviews

EXCERPT

“What brings you here, Damien?” DeVallier asked, and offered the knight a drink from his private stock. When the younger vampire didn’t decline immediately, DeVallier’s full attention was captured. He poured the second glass and held it out to Damien, smiling when Knightley took the crystal goblet and peered at it.
“London,” Damien whispered, his eyes still locked on the scarlet wine. “The killings, the ones we know the ‘Ripper’ didn’t commit.”
“What of them?” DeVallier answered, his tone bored but alert to his child’s mood as he drank deeply.
“I think they may be connected to what’s been happening here,” Damien said reluctantly. He knew precisely how ridiculous it might have sounded, to anyone other than DeVallier.
“Very doubtful,” DeVallier responded.
“You know what happened there. You’ve always known!” Damien’s impatience was making him belligerent and DeVallier’s eyebrow rose, the ironic amusement clear.
“I know a great many things that I haven’t shared with you, Damien,” he taunted with a smile.
Damien glowered at him. He looked again at the glass in his hand, then set the untouched drink on the soundboard.
“What is this killer, DeVallier?”
“A madman?” the ancient vampire suggested mockingly. “A lunatic? Perhaps he’s merely a hunter such as yourself, Damien, one who’s become delusional on a grand scale?”
“You’re not helping.” Damien’s eyes were locked on the glass again, and he couldn’t have been certain if the complaint was because of the lack of answer, or the temptation DeVallier had placed before him in the glass.
“It’s not my job to be helpful, Damien,” the master vampire jeered, his mood changing subtly to a darker menace. “If you insist on playing detective, dear boy, enjoy it. But I have no interest in solving crime, or helping the police. Alysse found your little hobby diverting. I assure you, I don’t!”
“Why won’t you answer me, DeVallier?” Damien asked as the older man neared the door of the sound booth. “I know it’s not one of us, so why can’t you tell me?”
“Because I choose not to, Damien,” DeVallier said casually. He didn’t wait for further comments or pleas, simply left the former knight in silence.
Damien leaned forward, hands on the edge of DeVallier’s control board, and tried to calm the roar in his ears. The glass of blood rested on the smooth surface, the dim lights refracting prisms of color within the crystal, all of them enticing shades of scarlet. He  reached to reclaim the glass, saw his hand shake, and pulled it back with a jerk.
Damien fled the nightclub.

ABOUT Denysé Bridger
Canadian born and bred, and a lifelong dreamer, I began writing at an early age and can’t recall a time when I wasn’t creating in some artistic form. My life has had several on-going love affairs that shape much of what I write.  In the past half dozen years, I’ve released books in all lengths and genres, and it’s something I hope to continue to do for many more years. A visit to my websites will show the diversity of what is currently available, as well as other surprises and extras!

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#MFRWauthor BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Dare to Risk All @Joyce_Holmes

Dare to Risk All
Joyce Holmes
The Wild Rose Press

Tessa Caldwell’s carefully structured world is thrown into chaos when the handsome stranger she had an uncharacteristic fling with reappears in her life. Ben not only gets the promotion she thought was hers, but is also intent on resuming their physical relationship. Although Tessa’s rational mind insists on a professional association, both her heart and her traitorous body have other ideas. Can her sensible nature possibly win against such temptation?

Memories of the petite blonde with large, blue eyes have haunted Ben Dunham for months. When he transfers to her branch, he anticipates picking up where they left off. Reality doesn’t match memory when the cool and collected lady wants no part of him. If he intends to pursue Tessa, he has to earn her trust. The problem is, Ben carries a dark and dangerous secret. How does he get Tessa to trust him when he can’t trust himself?

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EXCERPT
Ben halted a few feet from Tessa’s chair and she rose to her feet, sliding nervous hands down the front of her skirt. For an instant, they stood frozen face-to-face, outside of time together, cut off from the others, the air between them tangible and electric.
He took a step toward her. Instinctively she stepped back and stared with disbelief into the face that had haunted her for months. Those same iridescent sea-green eyes with flecks of gold and swirls of gray, surrounded by long, thick, dreamy lashes. The slight jog to his nose, as if it had been broken, a trivial flaw that saved his features from absolute perfection.
Neither of them smiled as they continued to watch each other. She could see memories of their one night together reflected in those extraordinary eyes.
Memories of his hands roaming her body, of his mouth searing her mouth, of the two of them reaching peak after shattering peak together while thunder crashed and white-hot lightning forked its way across the storm-tossed night sky outside.
She tried to push the images from her mind and keep her manner professional, but then he offered her his hand and her heart fluttered. A treacherous excitement began rising in her system as reality sank in—this was Ben, standing right in front of her. And this time they didn’t have to say goodbye after three days.
She had an irresistible urge to reach out and touch his face. Her fingers itched to lose themselves in that crisp sandy hair, to wander across his chest, slide over the wide breadth of his shoulders and...
Stop thinking like that!
She forced herself to shake hands with him, uttering polite noises as though he were a complete stranger. Try as she might, she couldn’t get her lips to form the smile of welcome she knew would be the courteous thing to do.
“We’ve already met,” he said, still holding their handshake. His eyes were playful, with green turbulence just beneath. “Remember me?”
She realized with a start that she hadn’t replied. The intoxicating scent of his cologne robbed her of breath and his huskily seductive voice reverberated inside her, leaving her shaken and vulnerable. He was leaning in too close and she had to shake her hand lightly to free it from his grip.
“Of course, I do. We met on the cruise last fall,” she replied, hiding behind an ultra-professional tone.
“That is correct.” Morris’s loud voice startled Tessa. She’d forgotten anyone else was in the room. “The Vancouver branch awarded Benjamin the cruise as well, last year, so the two of you have already had the opportunity to become acquainted. That should facilitate your working relationship.”
Not bloody likely, Tessa thought with a sinking feeling of despair. How could she possibly maintain a businesslike relationship with Ben after the intimacy they’d shared?

ABOUT Joyce M. Holmes
Joyce Holmes lives with her husband and very small dog in the beautiful Okanagan region of British Columbia.  An empty-nest mom, she treasures family time, especially with her two precious little grandsons.  Hiking, biking, boating and photography are pursuits she enjoys when she's not dreaming up stories in her head or planning her next great adventure.

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A View to a Nerd #Thursday13 Sentences from #MFRWauthor @ChrisRedding

MFRW Author Chris Redding shares her book on Thursday Thirteen.
Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her husband, two kids, one dog and two show rabbits.  She graduated from Penn State with a degree in Journalism and is still a diehard Nittany Lions fan.  Her books are filled with romance, suspense and thrills.  When she isn’t writing, she works for a local winery.

13 Sentences from A View to a Nerd

""Joe and I were friends when we were both going through some tough times. I met his father briefly at Joe's house. I wouldn't have thought he would remember me or my friendship with his son.""
Bob looked her over. ""In that dress, a blind man would remember you.""
She playfully punched his arm. ""I was celebrating my divorce last night. I wanted to look good for me, no one else.""
Two uniformed officers passed and she noticed Bob glaring at them. ""Well, other people agree you look good for them. Here's an officer to take you to the hospital.""
""Thanks, Bob. Do the reporters know my name yet?""
""No, we haven't told them we've questioned anyone."" He put a hand on Miriam's shoulder. ""I realize you probably don't want to go through the wringer again."" She noted he left off the ""like when Mark was indicted"".

A View to a Nerd
Waking up next to a dead guy can ruin your whole day. When a wise-cracking interior decorator wants to put her past behind her, the dead body of the mayor’s son makes it pretty clear that won’t happen too easily. A conservative former computer geek for the FBI is holding on too tightly to his past. His wife died under suspicious circumstances and he believes the decorator has the information to solve the case. Unfortunately for him, she isn’t talking… until a series of events convinces her she needs protection especially when her biggest secret threatens to destroy both their lives.

This is book two in the Nerds Saving the World Series. Originally published as A View to a Kilt.

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READ the PROLOGUE to Evening of the Dragonfly by #MFRWauthor Mary Montague Sikes @MaryMontague7

Evening of the Dragonfly
Mary Montague Sikes
Oak Tree Books

Threatening telephone calls and strange cars with dark-tinted windows plague artist/teacher Farrah Ferand. Recovering from the tragic loss of her mother, Farrah is trying to adapt to the life of a small-town art teacher when she encounters Dirk Lawrence. Her attraction to him is immediate and electric until Farrah discovers Dirk is part of an investment firm that led to her mother's downfall a few years earlier. Farrah's not too perfect dating relationship with Tom Douglas, the town favorite football coach, worsens. An unexpected encounter leads to dates with Dirk and his help with the construction of a dream art studio in her rented house. But trouble looms with Tom who believes he and Farrah are engaged, and the entire town appears to be drawn in. Haunting dreams and lost memories overwhelm Farrah as she creates paintings for a one-person art show.

Will shadows of the past ruin all hope for Farrah and Dirk?

Repressed memories haunt the life of artist/teacher Farrah Ferrand who is falling in love with a real-life hero while her small town attempts to link her with the high school football coach. Resolution to memories of her past are revealed in the paintings she creates for a one-person art show. All the while, danger surrounds her.

Can Farrah survive?

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A PROLOGUE
Martha Ferand stepped from the real estate office onto the dimly lit brick sidewalk. Not used to the darkness, she fumbled inside her purse searching for her car keys. When she found them hidden in the very bottom, she pulled them out and headed for her small gray car parked nearby.

All of a sudden, someone jumped out of the shadows and clasped a hand over her mouth. Caught by surprise, Martha struggled but soon found she was no match for the heavyset attacker. One huge
arm held her tight while the dark-clad man pulled a vile-smelling handkerchief from his pocket.

""Help!"" she screamed, but the towering stranger stifled her words with the crush of the damp cloth against her nose and mouth. Martha struggled against his iron grip. She tried not to breathe,
but she was unable to hold her breath for long. Despite all her efforts to stay awake, her body wilted against the man's unyielding arm.

How strange.

All of a sudden, Martha was looking down. She was watching a man clad in black drag a helpless woman over the rough brick side walk. He had Martha's keys and unlocked her car. Then he flopped
the limp body inside.

Who was the woman? Martha couldn't see her face. She tried to move, tried to help her, but she couldn't. She could only watch. The sinister assailant rushed around to the driver's side of the car
and slid beneath the wheel to start it. Then, they sped away into the darkness heading in the direction of the country club road that led to the lake.

“Why was that?” Martha wondered.

How odd.

Martha floated above them. She watched, but she could not speak nor scream. She wanted to help the woman, wanted to wake her up, wanted to pull her from danger. But she could only observe as the man parked the car along the edge of the lake by the road. So close to the edge. Too much danger. Martha tried harder than ever to scream, but not a sound came from her mouth.

A dark hood shadowed the face of the man who pulled his limp victim across the seat to the driver's side, propped her against the steering wheel, set the car to drive, and leaped out in a flash. Moments later, he shoved the vehicle from the rear until it started to roll into the water.

Another car pulled up, and the man vaulted inside. A small shaft of light fell across the face of the driver.

Martha felt a tear slide down her cheek. She knew the owner of the vehicle. She did not understand.

All of a sudden, Martha was inside her car, struggling to get out. Struggling as the water seeped in. Struggling as the little gray sedan disappeared beneath the still waters of the dark summer lake.

Within a few moments, all the world turned black and the struggling ceased.

ABOUT Mary Montague Sikes
The power of words and their effect on others has always intrigued author, artist, and photographer Mary Montague Sikes. Since early childhood she has written about and painted the world around her. Her background includes writing award-winning freelance articles about people and travel for newspapers and magazines nationwide. She is author of eight novels, a coffee table book, hundreds of published newspaper articles and photographs, a "how-to-book, and more. Among her publishing awards is third place for Daddy's Christmas Angel in the 2013 National Federation of Press Women's Communication Contest. Her latest book, Evening of the Dragonfly, is a romance novel with psychological undertones.

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#MFRWauthor @MichaelaRhua delivers a *MOON DANCE* BOOK SPOTLIGHT

Moon Dance
Moon Maidens, Book 1
Michaela Rhua
Evernight Publishing

A night of sex was just what Raya was looking for. Only meeting Amari set her insides on fire and she has to have more of the Indian beauty. Witches and shifters aren’t meant to bond, but Raya and Amari can’t ignore the chemistry flowing between them.

Trouble strikes the lovers when a past trauma hits Raya, and Amari’s mother could be to blame. When Raya has a chance to get even with the old witch, that revenge reveals secrets that throw everything Raya believes into question.

Can the lovers unite to help Raya find her true self or is it all too late?

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ABOUT Michaela Rhua
Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is a published and loves writing!

She has teenage children who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window.

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BOOK SPOTLIGHT: The Rebel's Redemption by #MFRWauthor Jacquie Biggar @jacqbiggar

The Rebel's Redemption

Book #2, Wounded Hearts series
Mainstream Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Jacquie Biggar

Annie Campbell has made a good life for her and her young son in the mountain town of Tidal Falls. She’s dating the sheriff, owns a successful business, and has the support of the community.

So why isn’t it quite enough?

Jared Martin left Tidal Falls a hotheaded youth, and now, after eight years in the military, he returns a bitter, disillusioned man.
Then he finds out he’s a father.

When an old enemy follows and causes mayhem in the small town, can Jared overcome the odds to protect the woman he’s always loved and the child he never knew, or will it be too late?

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REVIEW
"This is book 2 in the Wounded Hearts series and it doesn't disappoint. Jared and Annie have a past; long time friends and a one night love affair. Jared took off to join the Nave SEALS the day after their union and 9 months later Annie delivered her son Chris.

Now 8 years later, Jared is back and learns he has a son and is still in love with Annie. Jared doesn't want to ruin her life however. But then trouble follows Jared to town and endangers the boy. Can they work together for the sake of their son? Will they work out as a couple as well? 2 Thumbs Up for a great book."  - Comment by Barb

EXCERPT

“Miss Campbell, guess what? Jake’s here. He was outside when we went to get Susan. How cool is that?”
“That’s pretty cool all right. How’d he get here? And where’s Chris?” She’d grabbed up a napkin to wipe the ice cream from her lips, when a voice out of the past lifted the hairs on the nape of her neck and sent a shiver down her spine.
“He’s here. With me.”
The smooth tones rolled over her, and sucked all the air out of the room. Annie stiffened, then crumpled the napkin and slowly turned in her seat—yep, it was Jared all right. And Chris.
Oh.
My.
God.
He looked good. The random thought floated through her mind even as she tried to digest the fact he was finally back. Eight years too late, but he was here. She wanted to grab Chris and run. Run before what was obvious to her became obvious to everyone else. Shit.
“Hello, Annie, it’s been a long time.” Why was he looking at her as if she’d betrayed him? She wasn’t the one to cut and run without a single word in all this time. Goddamn him.
“Jared. Yes, it has been. A very long time. There were no phones where you were? Your mother probably would’ve appreciated knowing whether you were dead or alive.” Not to mention herself. She’d promised herself she wasn’t going down this road, the blame road. It was time to leave.
She turned her back on him, looked into Jack’s concerned eyes, and forced herself to smile as if her heart wasn’t shattering into a million tiny pieces. “I better get back. Tina needs to take her break. Call me later?”
He gave her waist a warm squeeze, and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek before sliding free. “I’m not sure what’s going on, but for what it’s worth, I’ve got your back.”
Near tears, she stood from the table, and without looking at either man again, grabbed both children’s hands and hustled them out the door.

ABOUT Jacquie Biggar
Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her her husband, daughter, and grandson. Loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. Spoils her German shepherd, Annie and calico cat, Harley. And can't function without coffee.

Have You Read It? AWAITING FATE by #MFRWauthor @JL_Sheppard

Awaiting Fate

Erotic Paranormal Romance
J.L. Sheppard
The Wild Rose Press

Cain Thaler’s lived more than four hundred years fighting rogue immortals, avenging the family he’d lost. It’s all he’s needed, all he’s wanted. That changes the fateful day he lays eyes on his fated mate. Olivia Waden, a werewolf princess, is nothing like him. Unwilling to give her up, he sets a plan into motion: ignoring his need to claim her, he befriends her.

Despite Cain’s best efforts at friendship, Olivia has fallen hard for him. It is him she dreams of, him she wants as her fated mate. But she is sure he doesn’t feel the same way. In way over her head, she has no option but to run away from the only man she’s ever loved.

Will Cain find Olivia before it’s too late or will their differences tear them apart?

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EXCERPT
“What?” She managed the strength to mumble.
He drew closer, pressing his chest against hers. The heat of his body caressing hers, she grew warm with craving. Helplessly, her gaze drifted to his thick full lips. Her mind wandered. What she’d give for a kiss, a single mind-blowing kiss?
Cheeks flushing, her gaze darted toward his again. “Why are you…” Her body’s desires overwhelming her, she gasped for breath.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”
He wasn’t just angry. He was livid, and he was livid with her because she’d left.
She didn’t know what to say, had no excuse, not one she could tell him anyway.
Shutting his eyes firmly, his anger intensified, coiling rapidly against her until she not only felt it but tasted it. Still, she wasn’t afraid. With each passing moment, all she felt was heat, his and hers, and how badly she wanted him.
“Answer me,” he demanded harshly. “Tell me why you left without telling me!”
His tone startling her, she jolted against him, her body rubbing his. A desire so powerful rippled through her and spiraled inside her, pooling liquid between her legs. It clouded her every thought and every action, so as she stared straight into his eyes, she couldn’t remember what he’d said.
Clenching his jaw, he ground his teeth in anger, so close to losing it. “Olivia, tell me!”

ABOUT J.L. Sheppard
J.L. Sheppard was born and raised in Miami, Florida where she still lives with her husband and son.

As a child, her greatest aspiration was to become a writer. She read often, kept a journal and wrote countless poems. She attended Florida International University and graduated in 2008 with a Bachelors in Communications. During her senior year, she interned at NBC Miami, WTVJ. Following the internship, she was hired and worked in the News Department for three years.
It wasn’t until 2011 that she set her heart and mind into writing her first completed novel, Demon King’s Desire, which was published in January of 2013.

Besides reading and writing, she enjoys traveling and spending quality time with family and friends.