Fang Chronicles: Tyboll Pre-Order

DM-Fchron-Tyboll-432x648I’m so excited to announce the pre-order of Tyboll’s Story! This special Fang Chronicles book is available in the Romancing the Paranormal Box Set with thirteen amazing, all new paranormal stories from an incredible list of authors. And the best news… you get all these wonderful books combined for 99 cents!

You met Tyboll in Mandy’s Story and of course I’m bringing back that feisty she-wolf to stir up some big, bad bear trouble.

Here’s an excerpt to hold you over until release day, May 19th. The buy links are at the bottom of the post.

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I watch the stunned look on Veda’s face with a sense of pride. Mandy does this to people. No one is exempt. A smile cracks Veda’s stoic face. It changes her. For the first time I see the same beauty Mandy spoke of when we entered. Unfortunately I know about her cold witch’s heart. I’d only asked her for one thing in my life—begged actually and she denied me. I would never forgive her.

Mandy released Veda and ran over to me. If Veda said she was having twins it’s now fact and a great gift. If we are lucky they will be just like their father. We couldn’t handle two more Mandy’s. I fought a grin and lost the battle. Veda raised her eyebrows. I wasn’t known for smiles but what could I do?

My stomach rumbled.

Odd.

It rumbled again and then a sever cramp had me releasing Mandy and standing from my chair. Veda’s grin widened.

She wouldn’t!

“What wrong?” Mandy asked with concern.

I looked at Veda. “If you poisoned her too I will kill you.”

“No, only you, you stubborn, ugly bear.”

“You poisoned him?” Mandy demanded as another cramp had me bending double.

“Don’t worry…”

That was all the witch managed to say before Mandy attacked. I looked up just in time to see Mandy’s fist connect with her face. Veda fell out of her chair and landed on the floor out cold. I should feel satisfied but the pain was so great I also went to the floor.

There was probably an antidote but now Veda was unconscious and unable to administer it. I closed my eyes and groaned. The pain was unbearable. A minute later, I pulled myself up and ran outside. We passed an outhouse when we arrived and I had instant need. Mandy ran after me crying loudly. I’d kill the witch just for that.

I threw open the old wooden door. “Go check on the witch and see if there’s an antidote,” I said as I slammed the door in Mandy’s face.

“There better be or I’ll kill her.” Mandy’s voice faded as she went back to the cabin. I sat on the round wooden circle and purged my intestines. I probably wouldn’t die. Another cramp seized me. Not dying was a horrible option.

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Buy links:

Amazon US – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TUI7KK6
Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00TUI7KK6
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ITunes- https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id968896087

For the Love of Jack Miller

I write steamy romance and from time to time expect the crazies to come out of the woodwork. Many women on social media who don’t write romance also attract the odd personalities. We’ve come to expect it which is truly sad. Most of these I can handle and they’re completely harmless. Some, I file away in my “If I ever go missing folder.” Yes, the retired detective in me thinks every woman should keep track of some of the not so nice ones for safety sake.

But sometimes… just sometimes… it’s so hard to resist. Here’s a recent private message I received on social media copied and pasted in its entirety without edits which about killed me.

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JACK MILLER 3 days ago

Hello Dear,How are you doing today? i will be glad if you consider this words of mine with passion and love,I saw your name and i get fascinated with it. I’m General Jack Miller, I live in London City in England. I’m a British Army and I’m working under United Nation.I am now in Pakistan waging war against terrorism and maintaining peace to humanity. I’m seeking for an honest and sincere woman for a meaningful relationship which will lead to marriage a woman whom i will call my wife. A good, and a caring woman. A woman that will take care of my son and Home for good and for better. This is my mail box: jack.miller1234@yahoo.com Send me a mail so that i will send you more of my pictures and tell you more about myself. Take good care of yourself and have a wonderful day. I hope to hear from you soon. Thanks. Jack Miller

Okay Jack, lets break it down. Your punctuation, grammar, and verbiage are not English. Of course neither is mine. I’m American and suck at the King’s proper English. So do you Jack from London! I find it intriguing that you are fascinated with my name. Which one? I have four and even for me it gets confusing.

Next; you’re a British Army. I know they have more than one soldier but as a General you must think quite highly of yourself and consider yourself their army of one.

I also see you work under the United Nation in Pakistan waging war against terrorism. You sure are stuck on that number “one, as in nation” and I’m sure humanity strongly needs your super human power of one to defeat terrorism. Please take care of Isis first, they’re in your neck of the woods and shouldn’t be too hard to find.

Now please don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t dare call you dishonest, but really… an honest and sincere woman for a meaningful relationship which will lead to marriage so I may call you wife??? I have been called many names in my life but in this case I think wife might not have the same meaning I’ve become accustomed to. In your context it signifies possession. Maybe you need to watch the Exorcist. You kind of remind me of that evil demon who possessed that little girl but alas, that was fiction.

“A woman to take care of your son and home for good and for better.” Is this in the context of, “For better or for worse?” I have a feeling that caring for your son who most likely takes after his father, and also caring for your home, go into the “worse” category. But, that’s just me.

Just so you know Jack, I’m a fifty-three year old married, grandmother of ten and a retired police detective. During my law enforcement years I trained, and became certified as a Terrorist Liaison Officer. Boy could I have had a field day with your proposal if I had time to waste back then.

In short… I must decline your sincere offer. My husband is aware I’ve written a few ménage books but two men just isn’t his thing. I told him you were good looking in your picture and it still didn’t change his mind. I’ll dream of you though. I’m really good with a Glock, holy water, and sarcasm. Peace Jack Miller, I hope you find the perfect robot, and no, you can’t have my Roomba.