Saturday Spotlight - Marie Beau!

Good Morning Friends!

The weather is beautiful here in Bandera, TX - yep, a few more days here then I'll be headed back to Louisiana again for three weeks then back up here to the Silver Spur Guest Ranch for Thanksgiving week!

Today I'd like to introduce to you my good friend, Marie Beau with her debut book Wolf!

Lyssa Merrick has no intention of ever being involved with a wolf, but when Wolfe Reardon seeks her wildlife services she realizes choosing a mate is not always a conscious decision.


EXCERPT: The jingle of the bells over the door announced his arrival. Lyssa sighed and dropped the tea ball into the cup of water.

I can do this.

She stepped into the front of the store and looked toward the door. Where is he? I know it was him. She frowned, turned back toward the kitchen, and screamed when a hand landed on her shoulder.

Without thinking, she gripped the hand, stepped into his side, and flipped him. Her eyes widened when she realized what she had done. I guess it’s not all about size after all. She practically giggled until she looked down at him, lying there so still. Perhaps he got the breath knocked out of him when he landed.

She shifted from foot to foot, staring at him, waiting for him to move, to open his eyes.

“Wolfe. Wolfe, I‟m sorry. You scared me.” She ran a hand through her hair setting it all askew she was sure. “Come on Wolfe, you didn‟t land that hard,” she whispered. She knelt down to check his pulse only to have her hand snared and drawn to his chest. His eyes popped open, a grin spreading across his face.

Lyssa jerked back, trying to get free. “Okay, joke‟s over. You can let me go now.” She struggled to straighten and pull her hand out of his grasp but instead found herself sprawled on top of him when he tugged her down.

“Easy kitty, no claws…”


Wolf! is available now from Whispers Publishing.

Well Friends, hope you enjoyed this edition of Saturday Spotlight - check back weekly for more great authors and their books.

Until later, take care & be blessed!
PamT

Saturday Spotlight - Laura Shinn!

Wow, can you believe October is nearly over?!

I can't - but the chilly air reminds me daily LOL.

Please welcome back to our spotlight, Laura Shinn with another of her great books, Night Hunter. Without much ado....here she is!

My writing didn't truly begin until I became a junior in high school. A friend encouraged me to write a short story, like the one he was writing, and I gave it a shot. It was a spin-off between Mork and Mindy and Star Wars. Needless to say, my first attempt was pretty bad.


Over the next few years I read like crazy, mostly historical novels. I didn't begin reading contemporaries until I got married several years later. I decided I wanted to write a time travel like the one my favorite author wrote. Constance O'Day Flannery became my first inspiration to become a published author. {Since then I’ve had the honor of meeting and learning from many different authors: Suzanne Brockmann, Madeline Baker, Christine Feehan, Michele Bardsley, Jo Beverley, Rebecca J. Vickery, Rita Hestand and many more.}

I love to read and the desire to write comes to me daily. New ideas for novels pop into my head at the most inconvenient times, in the shower and while driving my car (Oops! You didn't read that one...). The idea that you can create a magical or mysterious world with only the touch of your fingers to a keyboard delights me.

While in college, at Howard Payne University in Brownwood Texas, I majored in English {minored in Art} and wanted desperately to become a published author. I've continued to work on my writing, editing and cover design skills and hope to one day achieve the same level of talent as many of my favorite authors.

I have a wonderful husband, Jay (since 1986) and two boys, Josh (born 1991) and Nathan (born 1998). We currently live south of Fort Worth, TX. We have four dogs, three rescued from the local pound, and a Schnauzer we named Elsie May.

Marcus has decided to savor his last night on earth as a vampire, choosing to end his 597 years of loneliness. The years leading up to this night progressed far too slowly and Marcus feared he would never find a mate. Until he hears the cry of innocence from within a dark church and draws one of the members into helping him save the small child.

Miranda is a twenty-six year old woman who wants more than anything to have a man and family of her own. No male prospects over the last several years lead her to make a life within the church and not much else. She’s resigned to live her life without a man, unmarried, no family…alone.
Marcus and Miranda are destined to meet and begin to fall in love, each seeing the opportunity to have a home with little Hannah, the abandoned baby. Several circumstances out of their control tear into their dream and in the space of a few hours, Hannah disappears and Miranda is near death. The struggle to find happiness brings a surprise neither could have ever anticipated. Is it too late for Marcus and Miranda to find happiness in the midst of chaos?

Excerpt: She entered the community and Marcus directed her to the very back street. After driving by the last house they passed a large patch of land with nothing on it, just grass. The last street lamp was too far back to see ahead and Miranda drove in complete darkness. After about a thousand feet or so she came to a large iron gate that surrounded a wide area she couldn't see completely in the pitch black of night. Have I fallen into a trap?


"No, you have not." She eyed him quickly before looking away. "My house is beyond the gate. I demand privacy, so I purchased nine acres of land beginning with the bare stretch of grass we passed moments ago."

He raised a hand and the gate opened automatically, though she didn't see a controller in his hand or anything electrical connected to the gate. Dear Lord, is he telekinetic too?

"You might say so, yes. Please do not be alarmed, Miranda. I have used these abilities for many years and they come naturally to me. I sometimes forget they do not to others."

He saw her nod, but she still looked startled—and afraid. He didn't want her to be afraid of him.

As she drove closer, the saw the driveway split so that it created a large circular drive. She veered off to the right and followed the brick pathway around to the front door. She stopped the car, though left it running. Oh, my goodness, this is his home? Although it was essentially a single-story, unlike the two-story homes in the community, its beauty far exceeded the other homes' designs. Marcus' home had a unique flavor, rather than the typical cookie-cutter look that seemed to be the rage with most builders today.

He laughed and she enjoyed the sound. She got the feeling he didn't smile or laugh very often. She wondered why. He possessed more money than anyone could possibly want or need in a lifetime, but he also said that he was lonely. Did he have no wife, children? No relatives at all?

"None. Those of my parents' immediate bloodline have all died. I did not keep in touch with others who are now distant relatives."

"Why? Then you wouldn't be alone."

"I have good reason which I will share with you at another time. For now, though, we must see to the needs of little Hannah."

"Hannah? Hmm, I think I like that name. Too bad we can't keep her."

There was a long silence broken only by the cutting of the engine.

Marcus did not really consider that a possibility—until now. It brought a small smile to his face.

"Why can we not? She is abandoned, yes? There will be no one to claim her. I know the Americans provide a foster care system, but I don't think I could subject little Hannah to jumping from home to home, never really loved, never truly wanted. Not when we could love her," he ventured quietly.

We? Miranda didn't know anything about Marcus yet, who he was or what he was capable of. What about his values, his beliefs, what he cared for above all else? She didn't know him well enough to make that kind of a decision.

"I see."

Marcus exited the car and she quickly followed, coming around his side to help with little Hannah. He unbuckled the seatbelt, but before he could reach for the baby, she stopped his hand with her own. Her touch set his blood on fire and he shook with the desire to control it.

Miranda ran her hand along his bare forearm, her voice whisper-quiet. "I'm sorry, Marcus. Please understand."

He straightened all the way out of the car and took her upper arms firmly in his grasp, pulling her forward.

"Marcus, you must believe me—I want to trust you, but trust takes time. I've only known you for a few hours. How can I trust what I've seen of you so far?"

"What do your instincts tell you? What do you feel when you look upon me?"

Miranda gazed into his eyes for a long moment, searching the darkening hue. "My gut is telling me that you're an honest man and I can trust you. My feelings are mixed and confused, though. It's hard to say what I'm feeling right now."

"Then speak without words..."

Marcus drew her closer and slowly bent his head, giving her time to reject his embrace. She did not. When Miranda closed her eyes in surrender and he felt her body soften in his arms, he knew she felt as he did.

Their lips touched and a jolt of physical awareness passed between them. It existed before their kiss, but it became a living thing which spoke to each of them, demanding a response from the other.

For the first time in her life, Miranda felt the fire of passion zing through her veins. It made her feel sensitive to touch, aware and alive. It was unlike any emotion she ever experienced. She'd been kissed before, but never like this. His touch told a story, relayed a message she'd never heard from any other man. He wanted her—that was clear. But she could almost feel his desire for a family of his own, something she could easily relate to. She did want the family he suggested in the car. She wanted to be loved and to love in return. She wanted children and a home in which to raise them. Could Marcus be the man she'd waited to find for the last twenty-six years?

Marcus devoured her mouth while he read her thoughts, as clear as his own. She wanted him too and was considering a life with him. He would give her everything, anything she desired. Most of all, he would give her his faith and trust and all the love in his heart until the day she died.

Surrounding her with his arms, he pulled her flush against him, his mouth leaving hers to kiss and ravage a hot pathway down her throat until he reached the tender spot below her ear. His mouth opened and he could feel his incisors lightly scraping across her neck. Miranda moaned his name and pressed more firmly against his chest. He nearly bit her, almost taking what he desired from her flesh.

Without warning, Miranda was released and her back came up abruptly against the side of the car. She shook her head to clear it. Marcus was walking quickly toward the front door with his keys jingling. Why did he stop so abruptly? Did I do something wrong?

Cooing noises from inside the car brought her back to reality. Grabbing the diaper bag, she slung it over her head to cross her body. Gently, Miranda picked up the baby, kicked the car door closed with her foot and walked toward the front door.


Whew! Another great vampire novel and just in time for Halloween LOL!

Night Hunter can be purchased at the following locations....


Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/7185


Create Space: https://www.createspace.com/Customer/EStore.do?id=3418228

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Night-Hunter-Laura-Shinn/dp/1449967256/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1270810814&sr=8-1

Barnes & Noble: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Night-Hunter/Laura-Shinn/e/9781449967253/?itm=9&USRI=Laura+Shinn  

Find out more about Laura by visiting her website: http://laurashinn.com/

Well Friends, that wraps up another edition of Saturday Spotlight - Be sure and check back next week when I introduce you to a BRAND NEW author with her debut paranormal romance...again, just in time for Halloween.

Until later...take care, Be Blessed and remember....Jesus is King over the supernatural!

Back in the Saddle

Hello and Welcome from the beautiful Silver Spur Guest Ranch in Bandera, TX!

It is so wonderful to be up here in the hill country again. Been here since Monday, worked a few hours, horseback riding yesterday and today; dancing tonight - what more can a girl ask for?

Not much else happening - but wanted to touch base and say how much I appreciate all of you, my loyal friends!

Until later...take care & be blessed!
PamT

Saturday Spotlight - Susan Winters aka Mariposa Cruz

Wow, can you believe October is half over already?! Where has this year gone?

One thing's certain though, as we all know, the rest of the year will fly by as it always does during the holiday season.

Today, please welcome to our spotlight another Wild Rose - Susan Winters (aka: Mariposa Cruz) with her book, Howl.

Mariposa Cruz balances writing with working as a fulltime corporate paralegal. As a writer she has interviewed a variety of characters from cowboy crooners to rock divas. Her articles have appeared in local magazines and indie newspapers. She currently resides with her own pack of two teens in Reno, Nevada.

Find out more about Mariposa by visiting her blogsite.


 

As if Kate Owens doesn't have enough problems as a struggling single mom and paralegal, a brutal animal attack outside her office plunges her into turmoil. At work, she is attracted to her rescuer, Jack Walker, an attorney wary of commitment. Every morning after the attack she awakes drenched in blood beside the body of a mangled stray. Kate's days become a battle to maintain control while her nights are a disturbing blur of dreams. Will Kate's nightly madness harm her young daughter? Lone wolf attorney, Jack Walker understands the reason for his paralegal's exhaustion and haunted demeanor. Jack has pursued the beast since law school graduation and he knows the creature's relentless thirst for revenge. Can Jack save Kate from her attacker and her own savage nature?


Excerpt: “Pierce called me this morning. He’s here. He left cigarette butts near your window. I spent all day tracking him.” Kate hugged her knees trying to shake a sudden chill.


“When I think about what he did to you…”

“I’m all right. I want to be with you in any way, shape, or form.” Kate put her arms around him. She felt the tension in his shoulders. Kate turned his face toward hers and kissed him slowly, her free hand stroking his beard.

“I never realized you could be such a tease,” Jack murmured into her ear.

“I never knew you could be such a beast,” Kate replied and she kissed him again.

He returned her kiss, pulling her onto his lap, his hands slid up her shirt caressing her bare back while she snuggled closer and wrapped her legs around him.

The first howl startled them both.

“Damn,” Jack muttered. Kate sighed.

“We can’t be late for dinner?” She murmured.

“No. I’m not going to rush this time. We’ll continue this later in bed. I’ll wait for you outside.” His fingers traced the curve of her bare thigh when he released her. He kissed her hard on the mouth then turned abruptly and left her to change alone. If he lingered around her much longer, they would miss dinner.

Jack paced restlessly outside while he waited for Kate to join him. Changing in the chilled night air cooled his ardor. He heard the others in the distance and his stomach growled. Searching the forest for Pierce, he hadn’t eaten all day. What was taking her so long? It wasn’t as if she needed to freshen up her make up or curl her hair. Finally, after several long minutes a small silver wolf joined him. She nipped at him playfully as they raced to meet the others.

Wow, what a perfect month for this! Howl is Mariposa's debut Wild Rose Press story and is available now.

Well Friends, hope you enjoyed this spotlight. Check back weekly for more great authors and their books.

Until later...take care, Be Blessed and remember....when the going gets tough, the tough go to God.
PamT

Home Sweet Home

Good Morning Friends!

Well I'm back from TX/OK....for about a week LOL! Had a wonderful time visiting with my friend, Nona Cross and the Red River Romance Writers group. Also enjoyed meeting new friends Mary, Cathy, & Garry.

But let me tell you, I am SO ready to head back to the Silver Spur and my cowboys & girls!

Yep, I'll be going back on/around the 18th for a couple of weeks so if you're in Bandera, come on out and visit.

IMW, today I'm over at Carol Ann Erhardt's blog so stop by and leave a comment. All those who do will be entered into Carol's bi-monthly drawing for a $10 Bath & Body Works gift certificate!

Hope to see you there.

Until later...take care, be Blessed & remember....when the going gets tough, the tough get on their knees.
PamT

Saturday Spotlight - Loreen Augeri

Good Morning and Welcome to another edition of Saturday Spotlight!

Today's guest is Loreen Augeri with her book, Tormented Hearts.

Loreen Augeri  lives in Massachusetts with her husband of twenty-nine years and her two daughters.   She is a member of RWA and the New England Chapter. When she is not writing or working in the town library, she enjoys reading, walking, and spending time at the beach.  You can visit Loreen at www.loreenaugeri.com.

 The world of Brett Armstrong, the Earl of Tremont, collapses when his wife and unborn child die. Determined to punish himself for the part he played in their demise, he turns his back on society and retreats to the country. Hard, physical labor during the day and mind-numbing gin at night help to keep at bay the demons that threaten to devour him. Until Catherine Hammond creeps into his world. Not wishing to resurrect his dormant emotions and the resulting pain, Brett struggles against the sensuality she exudes and battles to defeat his rising desire.


Abused by her aristocratic husband, commoner Catherine Hammond flees from his cruelty. Her hope is to hide and create a new life. She vows to never again associate with the upper classes that have heaped unbearable pain upon her family. Escaping without funds, Catherine is forced to work as a servant in the Earl of Tremont's household. His tantalizing, amorous advances ignite a fire within the cold regions of her heart, but she refuses to fall in love with a man who may destroy her.

Excerpt: As she stalked past him, his fingers grazed her shoulder to halt her. A sizzling warmth pierced her skin and swirled throughout her body. Catherine restrained the gasp that fought to break from her lips. She’d prayed the sensations she experienced last night resulted from the lingering effects of the dream and lack of sleep, but they seared her again.

Brett jerked his hand back as if she scalded him, and it hovered in the air above her shoulder. Unsure, she turned to him. The pulse in his temple beat at a frantic rate, and the muscles in his jaw clenched. It affected him, too. She delved deep into his eyes, and the turmoil that appeared to tear him in different directions caught and captured her.

She yearned for the heat of his fingers to engulf her again, to feel his body pressed against hers like last night, the whisper of his breath on her cheek, the exquisite thrill of not being alone. Her gaze fell to his appealing, moist lips. Not thin and dry like Lord Wallingford’s.

Brett leaned toward her and then withdrew. He swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed before he cleared his throat. “You can stay here with him.”

She blinked as the strange immediacy to be embraced faded away. What had she been thinking? She never wanted another man to touch her. Ever. Especially not one of his station.

Tormented Hearts is available from The Wild Rose Press in Ebook and Print ~ get your copy today! 
 
The Wild Rose Press...Where Romance Blooms!
 
Until later...take care & be Blessed!

Red River Romance Writers

Well Friends, I'm back on the road again - this time to Wichita Falls, Texas to speak at the Red River Romance Writers monthly meeting!

Life has been a whirlwind since I returned from Nashville, TN last week, but I'd rather be busy than have too much time on my hands. What is it the Bible says about idle hands?

Yeah, and too much time means way too much time to think and that's not always a good thing.

Not much else happening in my world. I'm still waiting on my edits for The Visonary and will be heading back to Bandera, TX and the Silver Spur Ranch on or around the 18th for about 3 weeks....SO looking forward to going back!

Just wanted to drop in and keep you abreast of what's going on so until later....Take care & Be BLESSED!

PamT

Saturday Spotlight - Beth Trissel!

Good Morning Friends!

Well it's been a crazy week as usual LOL! I drove in from Herimtage, TN on Tuesday and needless to say proceeded to crash. Twelve hours on the road makes for a long trip. But I got a lot accomplished. Set up the book keeping for Sheaf House Publishers which I'll maintain from home and had a wonderful visit with my friends, Penney, Joan, & Danielle. So, long or not the trip was worth my time.

Enough about me, I know what you're here for LOL!

Today's spotlight is on Beth Trissel with her book, Red Birds Song so without much further ado....here's Beth!

Bio: I’m married to my high school sweetheart and live on a farm in the heart of the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia with children and multiple animals. The beauty of the valley is an inspiration, as are my roots which go well back into Virginia’s history. My fascination with the colonial frontier and the Shawnee Indians is an early and abiding one. My English, Scots-Irish ancestors had interactions with this tribe, including family members taken captive. Intrigued with all things Celtic, much of my writing features the Scots-Irish who settled the valley and spread into the mountains and the Carolinas. This absorption with early America also extends to the high drama of the Revolution and ancestors who fought and loved on both sides of that sweeping conflict.


Moreover, I am ever intrigued by ghost stories, and Virginia has more tales than any other state. I find myself asking if the folk who’ve gone before us are truly gone, or do some still have unfinished business in this realm? And what of the young lovers whose time was tragically cut short, do they somehow find a way? Love conquers all, so I answer “yes.” Thus began my ‘Somewhere’ series.

In book two of that series, Somewhere My Lass, I journeyed back to 1602 Scotland and more deeply explored my Scottish roots. In my recent release, Red Bird’s Song, I honed in on my early American roots in a story featuring the Scots-Irish and an Indian attack that happened to my ancestors in the colonial Virginia frontier. Of all my stories, Red Bird’s Song is and ever shall be the book of my heart. A part of me is still seated around the campfire with my Native American brothers and sisters.

Visit me at http://www.bethtrissel.com/

Taken captive by a Shawnee war party wasn't how Charity Edmonson hoped to escape an unwanted marriage. Nor did Shawnee warrior Wicomechee expect to find the treasure promised by his grandfather's vision in the unpredictable red-headed girl. George III's English Red-Coats, unprincipled colonial militia, prejudice and jealousy are not the only enemies Charity and Wicomechee will face before they can hope for a peaceful life. The greatest obstacle to happiness is in their own hearts. As they struggle through bleak mountains and cold weather, facing wild nature and wilder men, Wicomechee and Charity must learn to trust each other.
 
Excerpt: Charity swiped angrily at a tear. She’d run away, if she had anyone to run to.
It wasn’t right they were all dead. On impulse, she jumped to the ground. “I’ll go anyway,” she muttered. “Eat nuts and berries and live in the woods.”

“Will you go alone?” a low voice asked.

Sucking in her breath, she whirled around. Less than twenty feet away, grasping his musket, stood a tall young brave. Stripes of red and black paint blurred his striking features. His dark brown eyes riveted her in place. This warrior was like no other and the most savagely handsome man she’d ever seen.

God help her. She should flee now, but could only stare, open-mouthed. She swept her disbelieving gaze over the loose black hair brushing an open buckskin vest that revealed his bronzed chest and shoulders molded into contours of muscle. An elkskin breechclout left a great deal of his hard thighs exposed. Despite the dread hammering in her chest, a fiery blush burned her cheeks. But it was the sheathed knife hanging on his left side and the lethal tomahawk slung on his right that snapped Charity from her near-trance.

In a rush of memories, she recalled the stories of her father’s death under the scalping knife and neighbors who’d suffered the same violent fate. No

Indians had been spotted in their settlement since the Shawnee grew hostile and war had erupted nine years ago, but the warfare had ended. Hadn’t it?

Clenching ice-cold fingers, she dug her nails into her palms. “What in God’s name are you doing here?” she forced past the dry lump in her throat.

“Watching you.”

Wow sounds like a great read! Beth has buy links for Red Bird's Song and her other titles at her website.

Well Friends, that wraps up another edition of Saturday Spotlight. Hope you enjoyed it and will join me next week for another great read.

Until later...take care & be BLESSED!
PamT