MFRW Lauren Linwood released Written in the Cards, a Historical Western Romance, with Soul Mate Publishing in May 2014.
Maggie Rutherford jilts her too-perfect society groom at the altar and flees to the American West,
where she turns her travels into dime novels that she writes under the pen name Lud Madison.
Civil War veteran Ben Morgan marries his childhood sweetheart and takes her to homestead on the Great Plains. Losing her in an Indian attack, Ben becomes a gambler. When he kills a cheating opponent in self-defense, the man’s gunslinger brother swears revenge.
Ben hides on a cattle drive and brings in a herd to Abilene, where a waiting Maggie interviews him for her next story. Sparks fly as they wind up living in the same household, running a general store east of Abilene. But with Black Tex Lonnegan on his trail, will Ben run from his growing attraction to Maggie and the gunfighter’s promise of death–or will he make a stand for his life–and love?
When dime novelist Maggie Rutherford interviews cowboy Ben Morgan for her next book, she falls fast . . . and then learns he’s actually a gambler with a gunslinger hot on his trail. Will Ben run from his growing attraction to Maggie and an outlaw’s promise of death—or will he make a stand for his life—and love?
Excerpt
Maggie looked at Ben. “Ready to give this a whirl?”
They danced to “Camptown Races” and “I Dream of Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair” before he guided her out the open barn door into the cool September night. Stars sprinkled the night sky. They came to a halt under a scraggly tree, away from everyone else.
“You’re the prettiest lady I’ve ever seen, Maggie Rutherford.”
She blushed at his compliment. “Are you sure you’re not a ladies’ man?” she asked lightly.
He grew serious. “Maggie, I can’t guarantee you anything. I don’t know where I’ll be six months or six years from now. But we have this moment. Right now.”
“Then let’s don’t waste it.”
His mouth came down and touched hers. The kiss was sweet and long. It caused a yearning to rise in Maggie. Gently, he urged her lips apart, his tongue gliding along the seam of her mouth. She answered him in kind, tasting what was his essence, inhaling the scent that made him Ben.
His arms came around her. He pulled her close. She rested her hands flat against his broad chest, the muscles tensing at her touch. Her fingers tingled with the heat of his body and the pounding of his heart below them.
She knew this couldn’t last. What sparked between them was raw and real, but nothing permanent would occur. That thought didn’t stop her. She wanted to live for this moment, this now, for this man here at her fingertips. His mouth beckoned hers, as their tongues mated in a ritual as old as time.
He deepened the kiss. She clutched his shirt tightly, hanging on for the wild ride of passion rolling through her. The music fled. The darkness around them was forgotten. Only here and now were meant to be.
He pulled his mouth from hers, his breathing harsh. He trailed soft butterfly kisses along her cheek to her ear. A frisson of pleasure swept through her when his teeth found and tugged on her earlobe. Something built in her. Her breath quickened. Her pulse fluttered.
His hands spread on her back, dropping to her waist and below. They cupped her bottom and brought her even closer against him.
She gasped as the pleasant tingling grew. It started to spread through her as he stroked her with his hands and nibbled on her neck.
Then his hands came to her waist and after lingering a moment, he released her. The heat from his mouth felt torn from her. Desolation whipped through her as he took a step back. The desertion felt like a betrayal.
His eyes glittered, passion heightened. His voice was low as he reached and took her hand.
About Lauren Linwood
Lauren Linwood became a teacher who wrote on the side to maintain her sanity in a sea of teenage hormones. Her romances use history as a backdrop to place her characters in extraordinary circumstances, where their intense desire and yearning for one another grow into the deep, tender, treasured gift of love.
Lauren, a native Texan, lives in a Dallas suburb with her family. An avid reader, moviegoer, and sports fan, she manages stress by alternating yoga with five mile walks. She is thinking about starting a support group for Pinterest and House Hunters addicts.
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Meet September's Featured Author of the Month Suz deMello
Life as an author
"After an author’s first sale, she generally leaps to the conclusion that a thriving professional career is assured. Not so. I don’t know quite why, but my first editor (at Kensington/Zebra) treated me as though I was a smallpox carrier despite the book’s success—it sold out its print run, garnered great reviews and earned an award for the best historical romance of its year.
I found an agent and although she wasn’t very good at what she did, I managed to sell a book to Silhouette Romance, a line that folded a few years later (that was one reason she wasn’t good at what she did). Three more books to SilRom followed before the line shut down.
This was a very difficult part of my life. My father had died after a two-year bout of cancer. My marriage and my career were falling apart. My eldest brother was diagnosed with stage four cancer and one of my dearest friends committed suicide.
My writing tanked.
I’d sold four books and had written about eight additional manuscripts that my critique partners and my then-agent (different from the first) told me were wonderful. But they didn’t sell, and I didn’t know why. Still don’t.
The stress from the life-changes and the rejections gave me a writers’ block so heavy that most days I can’t write anything. Since then, I’ve published unsold manuscripts and struggled to eke out more words but believe me, it’s not easy.
And then what happened?
I hit the road. They say that “When the going gets tough, the tough get going.” After my brother died—a whole saga in itself—I got going. I went all the way through Europe to Thailand, where I finally gained a measure of peace and a great deal of self-knowledge.
I learned that I don’t need very much. Big houses don’t do it for me. I lived in a room about 15x15 feet and was perfectly happy. I didn’t need a car, which made life even easier. I discovered that I don’t need a husband or a conventional life.
And I started writing again.
My friends had been telling me, “Write erotica for the online market. It’s booming!”
So I did. I took all my old manuscripts that hadn’t sold and revised them for the erotic romance market. They sold.
I’m back in California, and since I started my first simple boy-meets-girl manuscript in 1996, I’ve written seventeen complete novels—about one every year—plus a number of short stories and articles on writing. Though it’s still a challenge, my writer’s block isn’t as crushing as it once was.
But, being American, I’m an optimist.
And, being British, I maintain a stiff upper lip and carry on. "
Author Bio
"Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing.A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip."
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The Power of Disillusionment – by MFRW Feature Author of the Month Lloyd A. Meeker
For years, I had a quote pinned up on the wall of my work-place cubicle
attributed to congressional historian Daniel J Boorstin: “The greatest obstacle
to discovering the shape of the earth, the continents, and the oceans was not
ignorance, but rather the illusion of knowledge."
I'd like to share with
you something of my enthusiasm for disillusionment – the loss of illusion.
Discovery is an essential part of any plot, from clues in a murder mystery, to trust
(misplaced, real or withheld) in a romance, geographic exploration in an
adventure, or finding inner strength in the Hero’s Journey. While the need for
discovery is always present in our stories, the context for the discovery is
infinitely changeable.
Perhaps the most
important variable is the protagonist’s own attitude toward discovery. That
could be the beginning of his character arc: he may be certain he doesn’t need
to change, or that he is as self-sufficient as his reputation says he is. He
may be convinced a situation is hopeless. He may believe he is not worthy of
love. This is where the story gets really interesting! How the hero handles
that discovery is a crucial revelation of his character. What is he really made
of? What he does when a cherished illusion is dispelled will show it in spades.
The classic example is
an altruistic young person who, full of optimism and naïveté approaches the
world of commerce as if everyone were as honest as she is. That person soon
finds out that altruism, if it is to be a kind influence in a person's life
must be tempered with realistic caution.
While I rhapsodize
about the profound value of cognitive dissonance, I don’t enjoy the pain and
sadness (or embarrassment!) I can feel when a cherished belief proves to be
false. I believe emotional pain is probably the worst teacher of reality –
certainly the harshest. The problem is that so often it’s the only teacher left
to us because we’ve rejected kinder, less cataclysmic ones. We can be so damn
stubborn or blind about what we’re certain is true – the illusion of knowledge.
In the case of
Shepherd Bucknam, the protagonist in my new novel The Companion, disillusionment is a great but pain-inducing ally,
in two particular instances. When the story begins, he doesn’t see any need for
him to change. Privately, he carries a bitter disrespect for his dead alcoholic
mother, believing that she didn’t really love him. He is also afraid that a
recurring nightmare foretells his violent death.
In both these matters
he discovers that what he thinks is true is not true at all, and the shock of
discovery opens him to new experience and real growth as a human being. What
happens next? Well, you’ll have to read the story to find out!
And I sincerely hope
you do… :D
Blurb for The
Companion
Shepherd
Bucknam hasn’t had a lover in more than a decade, and doesn’t need one. As a
Daka, he coaches men in the sacred art and mystery of sexual ecstasy all the
time, and he loves his work. It’s his calling. In fact, he’s perfectly
content—except for the terrors of his recurring nightmare, and the ominous
blood-red birthmarks on his neck. He’s convinced that together they foretell
his early and violent death.
When Shepherd’s young
protégé is murdered, LAPD Detective Marco Fidanza gets the case. The two men
are worlds apart: Marco has fought hard for everything he’s accomplished, in
sharp contrast to the apparent ease of Shepherd’s inherited wealth—but their
mutual attraction is too hot for either of them to ignore.
Shepherd swears he’ll
help find his protégé’s killer but Marco warns him to stay out of it. When an
influential politician is implicated, the police investigation grinds to a
halt. Shepherd hires his own investigator. Marco calls it dangerous meddling.
As their volatile
relationship deepens, Shepherd discovers his nightmares might not relate to the
future, but to the deadly legacy of a past life—a life he may have to revisit
before he can fully live and love in this one.
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In this excerpt, Shepherd is a suspect in the murder of his
friend and protégé Steven Lewis. Detective Marco Fidanza, who is soon to be
Shepherd’s lover, has called Shepherd to the police station for more
questioning.
I DIDN’T see
any visitor parking at the police station, so I took a meter on the street and
reported to the desk. Five minutes later, Fidanza appeared and steered me to
what could only be an interrogation room. Two chairs and a metal table with a
welded bracket in the middle—for restraints, I guessed. Not even a wastebasket.
That was it. The air smelled of pine disinfectant, but I didn’t want to think
of why the place might have needed disinfecting.
He pointed to a
chair. “Have a seat.” He put a recorder on the table and sat across from me. He
spoke in a brusque monotone into the recorder: date, time, people present, case
number, murder of Steven Lewis.
Using the same
voice, he read me my rights and asked if I understood them. I said yes, and my
attorney was waiting for my call if needed.
He studied the
open file in front of him as if he hadn’t heard what I’d said or its warning.
But then I’d threatened to call my lawyer yesterday. He probably heard that all
the time.
“You say you
were a friend of the deceased.” He sounded nonchalant, even bored. Even without
Juergen’s warning, he didn’t fool me for a second.
“Yes, I was.”
“How close a
friend?”
“I was his
mentor. We were intimate friends.”
“Physically
intimate?”
“Certainly.
Once a month, sometimes more often. For his lesson.”
Fidanza looked
up, and his lip curled. “A lesson in sex.”
I shook my
head. “A lesson in sexual intimacy.”
“Come on,
Bucknam. You’re saying he didn’t know how to do it?”
“Can you sing
Happy Birthday, Detective?” I smiled. “I’ll bet you can.”
He scowled. “On
the right occasion. What’s that got to do with this?”
“Dmitri
Hvorostovsky can sing happy birthday too. Even though he sings the same notes
you do, I think you’d agree it’s a very different song when he sings it.”
I leaned
forward on the table and stared into Marco Fidanza’s glare. “Most men know the
melody of sex and can stumble through it, pretty much in tune. I teach them how
to sing their sexual intimacy like Hvorostovsky sings opera. At least as far as
they can go, and as far as I can take them.”
The air
crackled between us. I could tell I’d gotten to him, and it was clear he didn’t
like being bested on his own turf. A small ragged vein on his temple pulsed,
and his lips pressed to a thin line. I sat back in my chair.
“Very clever,”
he grumbled. “So you were teaching Lewis to sing sexual opera.”
I nodded. “He
was incredibly gifted—a natural—but still dangerously naïve.” I fought a lump
in my throat. “We were working on that too.”
“Yes, I’m sure
you’re not naïve in the least, Mr. Bucknam.” He was good. I folded my arms and
replied with silence. “Did you introduce him to customers?”
“Yes, a few. He
had no trouble finding his own, though.”
He drew some
rectangles in a corner of his notepad. “Did you get a cut of that action?”
“No. He
offered, I refused.”
“His car had no
loan. Was that your doing?”
“Everyone in LA
needs a reliable car, Detective. We agreed it would be a loan.”
“What about him
using your, ah, studio?” “What about it?”
“Did he pay you for its use?”
“Detective, you
seem fixated on money issues. That may make sense in other investigations, but
it doesn’t in this one. We didn’t have any money issues. I would have covered
all his costs without a thought, if he’d let me.”
He looked up,
searching my face for something. “But he didn’t.”
“He was a free
spirit. He didn’t like being fenced in.”
Fidanza nodded.
“Were you trying to fence him in?”
“Not
deliberately. And he had no trouble telling me when he felt like I was.”
He went back to
his doodling. “How did you stay in touch?”
“Phone mostly.
Sometimes a text.”
“What did you
do together besides your, um, opera lessons?”
I couldn’t help
but laugh. “Not very much.” Then I wanted to cry. The truth was that we hadn’t
done anywhere near enough together. We could have done so much more.
“He loved his
independence, as I said. We’d eat together once a week, maybe twice.
Occasionally, we’d attend a wine tasting or some other event. One weekend, we
went to a gay rodeo in Palm Springs. He loved that.”
He glanced at
the papers in front of him. “So part of your, ah, mentorship included cosigning
his lease and holding a key to his apartment.”
“Yes. He’d
arrived in LA with nothing. No credit, almost no cash reserves. Sometimes, he
was sleeping in dangerous places. He needed a place of his own. I wanted him to
stay safe.”
“Right,” he
said, his voice cold and dry. “That worked out well for him, didn’t it?”
“How—” I
gasped, blindsided by the deliberate cruelty. “I suppose you say that to the
children of every officer killed in the line of duty. You must be a real hit at
police funerals.”
“I thought that
might get a reaction from you.” He looked up, smug. “I was right.”
“Brilliant. You
get a reaction by hitting someone with a sledgehammer. Such sophistication.
Such finesse.”
My heart
hammered against my ribs as I leaned forward, hating that he’d found where I
hurt most. “Maybe I could have done more to protect him. I wish I had. But if
you think I didn’t want the best for Stef, you are wrong, Detective. Very, very
wrong.”
He shrugged,
unrepentant. The door opened and a heavy-set Hispanic man, probably early
fifties, with a tired, fleshy face and a soft middle came in, half dragging a
chair. He parked it facing the table, sat, and sighed as if his feet had hurt
all day and he’d just discovered the solution.
Fidanza cocked
his head at him. “This is my partner, Detective Tomás Alvarez. He’s here to
make me behave.” He picked up the recorder and turned it off before stuffing it
in his pocket.
I smiled
tightly at Alvarez, still stinging. “You’ve arrived too late for that, I’m
afraid.”
He lifted his
shoulders an inch, clearly used to the failure. “I do what I can.” He looked at
his partner. “Malena called. Nicki’s over, and the little one is sick. If I
want to eat, I’ve got to buy stuff at the store on the way home. I want to
eat.”
“You go ahead.
Mr. Bucknam and I have one more task,” Fidanza said as he closed the file and
stood. He stared down at me, and I could tell he was watching for something. “I
need you to identify the body, down at the Coroner’s Office. You can ride with
me, if you like.”
Sweat pricked
along my neck. I didn’t want to see Stef’s body. Then I surprised myself. Yes,
actually I did. I wanted to say good-bye. We both deserved that. What if I got
sick again? Then I got sick, it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to try to get out
of it. That’s probably what Fidanza was hoping for.
There was no
way I was going to ride in his car, though. He would just try to nail me again
to see how I squirmed. I shook my head. “Give me the address. I’ll meet you
there.”
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Nicole Hurley-Moore
Nicole Zoltack
Normandie Alleman
North Shore Press
Notion Press
novel
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P.J. Dean
P.J. MacLayne
P.S. Singer
P.T. Macias
Paisley Brown
Paloma Beck
Paranormal Romance
Patricia Preston
Patricia Yager Delagrange
Pauline Baird Jones
Peggy Jaeger
Pender Mackie
Penny Estelle
Phaze Books
Pippa Jay
PJ Fiala
R Costelloe
R. Ann Siracusa
R.E. Mullins
R.M. Sotera
Rachael Slate
Rachel Haimowitz
Rachel Wilder
Racheline Maltese
Rae Renzi
Raven de Hart
Reana Malori
Rebecca Hunter
Rebecca J. Clark
Rebel Ink Press
Reet Singh
regency romance
Renee Michaels
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review
Rhonda Hopkins
Rhonda Jackson Joseph
Rianna Morgan
Robert Costelloe
Robin Glasser
Rolynn Anderson
romantic comedy
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Rosalie Redd
Rosanna Leo
rose anderson
Roz Lee
Rue Allyn
Ruth Casie
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Sabrina York
Sadie Grubor
Samara King
Samhain Publishing
Sandy Nachlinger
Sapphire Phelan
Sara Walter Ellwood
Sarah Jae Foster
Savannah Chase
Savannah Morgan
scifi romance
Secret Cravings Publishing
Selena Illyria
Self Published
Shannyn Schroeder
Sharon Clare
Shauna Knight
Shauna Roberts
Shelley Munro
Sheri Fredricks
Sherry Ewing
Shirleen Davies
Silver Publishing
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SKN Hammerstone
Sloane Kennedy
Snap Dragon Press
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Sourabh Khanna
spanking romance
Stacey Brutger
Stacy Eaton
Stacy Juba
Starla Kaye
Steampunk
Stephanie Queen
Stevie Woods
Stormy Night Publications
Sultry Summers
Susan Behon
Susan Frances
Susan Jaymes
Susan Sofayov
suspense
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Suzzana Ryan
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Synithia Williams
Tamara Hoffa
Tami Brothers
Tara Lain
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Teagan Oliver
Tena Stetler
Teresa Reasor
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Thea Dawson
thursday13
Tiffany Daune
Time Travel Romance
Tina Donahue
Tina Gayle
Tmonique Stephans
Toni Noel
Torquere Press
Totally Bound
Trevann Rogers
Tricia Schneider
urban fantasy
Ursula Sinclair
Ute Carbone
V.S. Tice
Vicki Batman
Vicky Burkholder
Victoria M Noxon
Victoria Pinder
Vijaya Schartz
Viola Ryan
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W.M. Kirkland
Wendy Lynn Clark
Wendy Soliman
Western Romance
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Wild Child Publishing
Willa Blair
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Yolanda Ashton
Young Adult
Zeenat Mahal
Zrinka Jelic