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Holiday Reading

I’m not much of a holiday book reader (deadlines and such) but I have a few books that are exceptions. They’re my oldies but goodies and I’m always looking for another. At the top of my winter reading list is Christmas Journey by Rexanne Becnel. I have a paperback copy that’s seen better days and I tried to order an ebook copy without success. I did manage to find a paperback copy on Amazon was over $100. I’ll keep my tattered book thank you very much.

My next go to is any Christmas story written by Debbie Macomber starting with A Season of Angels. Such a fun series and always special through the holidays.

I would love to hear about your favorite holiday books and add to my TBR pile.

Writing Romance

I’m a romance writer.

What that means is I deal in love and happily ever after. It’s truly a wonderful thing. Before I became a police officer (long before I became an author) I was a mystery reader. Mysteries were some of my favorite books but I’d throw the occasional romance in the mix now and then. Being a police officer changed my perspective on mysteries and I found I needed books that made me feel good and allowed me to forget what a horrible place this world can be. Reading Romance books and writing them saved my sanity.

A romance book can change your life!

A romance book can make you laugh and cry and sigh. They can leave you breathless and craving that special someone. They can take you on adventures around the world. Romance novels can lift your spirits and put a smile on your face. I sincerely hope mine do.

But here’s the thing… I keep reading that romance authors and readers are endlessly shamed for their choice in literature. It really boggles the mind. I love romance novels. It’s happened to me too, the shaming that is. I have some pat answers prepared now. I thought I would share a few with you. Please use whenever the the opportunity arises.

I hope I never stop believing in love.

I hope I’m never too old for sex and so does my husband.

Romance is what makes the world go round and keeps human beings in existence. How can that be a bad thing?

Pardon my laughter, I’m trying to figure out how you got here without romance. Was your parent’s marriage arranged?

You’re ridiculing my reading? Do you even know how to read?

You can judge me after you read a romance. I judged your books by reading them. I’m judging you strictly on attitude.

When I owned my bookstore romance novels kept me in business. They were always my number one seller. Romance readers are veracious when it comes to the books they love. Romance has one common denominator and that’s LOVE. LOVE is never a bad thing.

I’ll read a mystery every now and then since I retired from the police department but they don’t hold the same oomph they once did. Give me a sexy book boyfriend, a real tear jerker, and a story that will pull me in and squeeze my heart. I make no apologies.

ROMANCE ROCKS!

More Dragons

I’m hard at work writing a new paranormal, the next dragon book, Dragons Don’t Lie and I thought I would share the first chapter (unedited). It releases in September. I promise I have the perfect mate chosen for Ashrac.

Chapter One

Ashrac

Looking down at the small white business card in my hand, I can’t help wondering what I’m doing here. I glance up at “PDA” etched in white script on the glass door in front of me. I’ve lost my marbles and sunk so low even my best snake eyes won’t save me. Shrugging my shoulders, I decide to go for broke. What the hell do I have to lose at this point? I open the door and shove it forward a little harder than I meant to. It slams against the far wall with a thud. An older woman behind the large oak desk looks up and I grimace inside my head. This won’t go well.

“Mr. Ashrac?” she questions in a sturdy, direct voice.

My back straightens and a low growl escapes my throat. “It’s Ashrac of the Red Dragon Clan,” I correct.

She rolls her eyes, pulls out a stack of papers, and arranges them on a clip board. “I’ll call you Mr. AOTRDC.” Her prissy lips say she thinks she has the last word on this subject. My eyebrows lift as I try to decipher what she’s talking about. “It’s the acronym for your name,” she adds with another eye roll and lifts the clipboard in my direction. “I’m Gerri Wilder of the Old Woman Clan. I’ve been expecting you for—” she looks at the large clock on the wall and then back at me, “two hours,” she chides.

I ignore the sensor of her words and take the offered clipboard.

“Fill out what you can and we’ll use a private room for your interview.”

“Interview,” I grumble under my breath as I take a seat and look at the first page of the form. It’s straight forward until I turn the page. “Humph,” I grumble again and flip through the next page without filling out the required lines. My, “this is ridiculous,” is loud. Gerri Wilder or GWOTOWC ignores me.

I turn in the sheaf of papers with only the first page filled in. Gerri looks through them, huffs and stands from behind her desk. She’s not even five foot tall and I have no idea why I’m letting her ruffle my scales. Her short white hair is a lie or at least I think it is. She’s shifter of an unknown variety. During my fifty years of visiting the human realm there have been many changes. This realm is now a melting pot of every paranormal creature imaginable. I’m undecided if that’s good or bad. Bottom line… I prefer my own realm where dragons are lords of land and sky. Even at my young age I’m old-fashioned that way.

GWOTOWC touches a button on her phone and a man steps from an office and waits by the door. “Follow me,” she says and walks through the door the man walked from. He heads to her desk and takes a seat. I follow as told even though fire heats my lungs. Dragons don’t like being bossed around.

The small room has one table with four chairs. The walls are white with colorful artwork positioned to their best advantage with accent lighting. Gerri takes a seat and stacks my paperwork in front of her. She lifts an eyebrow and waits for me to take a seat across from her. Once I sit she wastes no time. “We’ll go through each page and I’ll fill in the blanks that gave you such a problem.”

“Nothing gave me a problem I just didn’t wish to answer those stupid questions,” I tell her in a bored voice as I lean back in the chair and stretch my legs beneath the table. The room is too small and my dragon doesn’t like it.

She blows her bangs up from her face without blinking in obvious exasperation. “Do you want a date or not?”

“I want a mate not a date,” I correct her.

Now her gaze intensifies and the need to strangle her grows. Not that I actually would. Strangulation holds certain penalties in this realm that I’m not willing to pay right now. She continues talking like I’m no threat to her, “We will follow procedure. Finding you a mate begins with setting up a few dates.”

“No,” I say loudly while fisting my hands to keep from flying across the table. I don’t have time to waste and this woman is insufferable. “A mate is all I require. Match one to me and I’ll take her.”

She lifts the top page that I filled out and moves it to the back. She ignores everything I just said and insists on keep up this stupid charade. “First I need your shifter proportions—weight, height, and so on when you’re in dragon form.”

“Why?” I snap.

She gazes over the top of the paper completely unruffled by my semi-roar, damn her. “This will be more pleasant if you drop the attitude and help me here. I’m on your side.”

“I seriously doubt that,” I huff.

“Look Mr. AOTRDC, you contacted us. We provide a service. That service entails arranging meetings with several eligible females according to your specifications. If that isn’t what you wish, we can end this interview immediately.”

I give her my fire-breathing-dragon gaze and she has the audacity not to melt into the floor. “I want a mate,” I say and pound my fist on the table for emphasis. “I will kidnap her and take her to my realm where she’ll be held until she agrees.”

Gerri’s face goes from ghost white to red but I ignore that.

“My dragon form is as large as this building. Do you want my cock size for your form too?”

Without blinking she replies with a stubborn tilt of her head. “That question is on page six where your sexual preferences are covered. We’ll get there in a moment. This is easier if we do it in order.”

“It’s gargantuan.”

She still doesn’t blink. “I’m sure.” She marks a bit of information on the page and flips it over. “What are you looking for in a mate?”

I close my eyes for a moment and think about it before making a verbal list, “Docile, pretty, gently spoken, able to take orders. Frightens easily,” I add because I want her terrified when I kidnap her so we start our mating on the right foot.” I open my eyes in time to see Gerri shake her head. “What? You asked.”

She starts writing again and flips the next page over. “I need your social status.”

“What does that mean?”

“Can you afford a date, mate, wife, or concubine?”

I mull the word “concubine” over in my head because I like the sound of it. No, I tell myself. Mate only. “I have adequate wealth to keep one of each and it wouldn’t cause a hardship. My castle has just been completed and all it needs is a mate to handle my day to day personal care.”

Another head shake and more writing. She looks up after a few minutes. “Describe what is required for your care.”

This woman is something else. Are men really so different that she would need to ask this? “I want meals on the table at the proper time morning, noon, and night. I require a clean castle that runs like a finally tuned machine. My mate will handle those details along with her mate duties in my bed.”

She rests the papers back on the table. “So basically you want a sex slave?”

“No.” I shake my head. “A general slave who is seen and not heard would be better. Sex with me will be her bonus.”

I swear she tries not to smile. “I have just the woman in mind. You will date her first and if that doesn’t work out, you will call me and I’ll set you up with someone else. I think Flora will be perfect though and I’m rarely wrong about these things.”

“Good,” I grunt. “I like the name Flora. It sounds passive enough.”

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Here’s the paperback cover

 

Wicked Valentine’s Day

I live in a community of avid readers. You would think this wonderful news for a romance author but my community does not embrace romance novels. If you could see the eye rolls when I say I write romance novels, you’d be amazed. I had a librarian tell me her boss would look down on library personnel for reading romance. What?

Our local library was hosting author appreciation days recently and my two emails to participate went unanswered. The movie theater in town has great advertising rates and they’ve also refused to respond to my emails. Three to be exact and no reply whatsoever.

The thing is… we’re all here because of romance. Gone are the days (in the US) when women are mere prizes and sold into marriage. That crazy thing that starts the baby making process is called romance. We meet the person of our dreams, fall in love, start a life together, and continue the romantic story. Romance is life.

So why the snub and especially from a library? I don’t have an answer but if people wonder why a library isn’t used as much as it should be, look for the number one selling book genre in America to be absent the shelves.

When my husband witnesses the eye roll behavior he always says, “I’m glad I’m not married to her.” This makes me smile. I’m a romantic and proud of it. Romance isn’t just one day a year. It’s part of our life every day. If you love someone it’s part of yours. I don’t expect everyone to read romance books or to read them all the time. But to disrespect romance is to pretend the birds and bees is for only birds and bees. We know that isn’t so.

I will continue writing what I love and continue loving who I love. I’ll watch, read, and dream romance because I’m proud that I have a romantic heart and I’m unashamed to show it or speak of it. Call it what you want… Smut, sex, whatever. It’s two hearts beating as one that makes the world go round.

Have a delightfully wicked Valentine’s Day and may LOVE be with you always!

Birthday Blues

No not my birthday, my husband’s.

For six months, he’s older than me and I enjoy every minute of it. We’ve been married since we were 18. When he turned 20 he called me a teenybopper for six months. BIG mistake. This girl never forgets. Here’s a sample of yesterday’s (his actual birthday) conversations.

Me: You look good for your age.

DH: Thanks, that helps.

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Me: You don’t look a day over 56.

DH: That’s because I’m not a day over 56.

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Me: Do you feel old?

DH: Yes, so stop asking.

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Me: I don’t think you heard my question a minute ago, your hearing must be going.

DH: What?

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Me: Walmart has a sale on geriatric vitamins.

DH: You’re not making this any easier.

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Me: You know what they say… Age is a matter of mind. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.

DH: A 20 year old wrote that.

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Me: Thank God I love older men.

DH: That’s supposed to make me feel better?

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Me: I promise I’ll love you when you’re old and gray.

DH: I’m already old and gray.

Me: See. I keep my promises.

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Happy Birthday to the sexiest old man I know!

Newsletter Giveaway: Kindle Fires

img_0781In 2016, I gave away 7 Kindle Fires. In 2017, I’m giving away 14. I went hog wild on Black Friday and ordered these babies. Someone needs to win so why can’t it be you? I also have an easy peasy Newsletter Exclusive Contest every month and all you need to do is email me with the “contest word” in the subject line of your email and you’re entered to win one of two Amazon $10 Gift Cards.

This is my way for thanking my readers for all they do. So my question is… are you one of my Wicked Newsletter Subscribers?

If not, it’s super easy to sign up: http://eepurl.com/bQ66U5

 

 

Score Big

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I’ve got the best news: this week is the official kick-off of football season in the US–and with college football back, too, we’ve all got lots of chances to catch our favorite teams playing our favorite game.

So what makes this even better? We have EIGHT football romances for you to huddle with right here, each of which is a touchdown (and the extra point, too!).

Check out each one–and as a bonus, each author is giving you her own favorite sports romance recommendation.

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Some Enchanted Season by Patricia Burroughs ON SALE for .99 at Amazon

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Patricia recommends . . . Sosie Frost‘s Happily Ever All-Star, A Secret Daddy Romance. She hooked me with the sizzlin’ guy on the cover, reeled me in with “Secret Daddy,” and totally delivered with laugh-out-loud funny and heart-tugging sweetness.

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A Tempting Dare by Cathryn Fox only $1.99 at Amazon

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If you’re interested in joining Cathryn’s Street Team, they’d LOVE to have you. They have a lot of fun over there, and lots of special prizes and contests for her lovely FOXY ladies!

Cathryn recommends . . .Dare to Love by Carly Phillips: A hot, heartwarming story about family, love and trust. Oh, and did I mention it’s HOT and FREE right now??

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Game Changer by Ann Jacobs

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Ann recommends . . . Jaci Burton’s Play-by-Play series won’t disappoint you, no matter which pro sport you fancy! As a football fan and steamy romance lover, I have The Perfect Play high up on my keeper shelves—but there’s not a loser in the 12 hot novels and novellas. Check out Jaci’s website and get in the game!

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When We Were Us by Tawdra Kandle is FREE on Amazon/iBooks/Barnes and Noble/Kobo/Google

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Tawdra recommends . . . Rookie Move by Sarina Bowen. She’s my favorite hockey writer, and this book has it all: sizzling romance, hunky guy, sassy chick and all the right moves!

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Bold by Nicola Marsh

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Nicola recommends . . . Nobody’s Baby But Mine by Susan Elizabeth Phillips, part of her Chicago Stars series. Cal Bonner is a seriously hot hero and this book got me hooked on SEP. It’s on my keeper shelf!

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Playing for Keeps by Liz Matis FREE on Amazon/iBooks/Barnes and Noble/Kobo

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Liz recommends . . . Blindsided by Jami Davenport, the first book in Jami’s Seattle Steelheads subseries. So much hot fun with these hunky football players . . . and some old favorites from the hockey books, too!

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Play by Holly S. Roberts is FREE on Amazon/iBooks/Barnes and Noble/Kobo

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Holly recommends . . . Diva in the Dugout by Arlene Hittle. Arlene is a riot to be around, and her stories are romantic comedy. Add baseball to the mix, and you’ll understand why I love this woman and her books.

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Under the Autumn Sky by Liz Talley is available on Amazon/Barnes and Noble/Kobo

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Liz recommends . . . The Deal by Elle Kennedy, the first book in Elle’s sizzling and wickedly funny Off-Campus series: football players, snarky women and the bumpy road that leads to true love . . . eventually.

 

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