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Caroline Clemmons, sexy Texas ranchers, and their sassy ladies

Today I'd like to welcome Caroline Clemmons and her newest release, High Stakes Bride . She'll give away a PDF of High Stakes Bride to one lucky person...and as a Christmas bonus, I'll give away a $10 Amazon or B&N gift card to someone!

1. At any given time do you work on only one story and maybe plot out the next one, or are there many ideas racing around your head?
I only write one story at a time, but I’m always thinking ahead to what I’ll write next, and next after that. If I have a chance to visit the setting for a future book, I take my camera and capture all the details I’ll need (or think I will need). I’ll have to live to be 200 to write all the stories in my head. 
Ha, Caroline, I hear you! I need either more of me or a nifty way to have more time in a day that isn't already taken up by work to finish everything.
2. Is there a genre you haven't written in but would like to? Or wish you could write in?
There is a women’s fiction I’ve considered, but that would be way, way down the road. I’m committed to western historical romance for the next year at least.  I’m currently completing book three of the Men of Stone Mountain trilogy, then I will write two more of the Kincaid series in 2013. Other than that, I’m pretty happy writing contemporary and historical western romance.
3. Do you add an element of romantic suspense in your stories? If so, how difficult is it to maintain the integrity of the mystery?
Most of my stories have mystery as well as romance. I love murder and mayhem in any romance. ☺ I enjoy reading books with a threat of danger, so that’s what I write. My latest series involves poisons as well as other crimes. Have to keep throwing obstacles at the hero and heroine, don’t we?
4. Say you have unlimited funds: What kind of writing office/cottage would you create for yourself?
Probably pretty much what I have now, except I’d move the cats’ litter box to another part of the house. ☺ I enjoy my pale pink room with my dark faux cherry desk and corner computer station, lots of bookcases and storage, and a really comfy desk chair. My youngest daughter (my office used to be her bedroom) decorated it with romantic prints, I’ve added family photos and some of my book covers to the walls.
I’ve always thought I’d like a huge picture window looking out on a pine-covered mountain, but then I’d stare out the window instead of working--and I’d be living in a different area. Native trees in North Central Texas are several types of oaks, cottonwoods, willows, mesquite, and various other deciduous trees. The only evergreens here are cedar, which are a pest tree. One type of oak is live oak. Although live oaks do lose leaves, they are replaced year round so the tree is always green. Uh Oh, I digressed.
One big change is that I would have a paid assistant. Wouldn’t that be great? My husband is a big help now, but I need someone to help with social media so I can write. You know that if we don’t promote, we don’t sell, but all I want to do is write. I enjoy blogging, but not all the social media stuff. I’m always forgetting to check all the sites.
5. If you could turn your novel into a TV show, which novel or series would you do? Where would it be set? Network TV (ABC, NBC, CBS), Cable (AMC, BBC, Lifeitme) or Premium Cable (HBO, Showtime, Starz)?
The setting would be Texas, of course, which is where all my books are set. I have three series I’d love to see as movies: The Kincaids is set in Central Texas about thirty miles from Austin, the Men of Stone Mountain is set in North Central Texas, and the McClintocks are back in Central Texas between Bandera and Medina. I wouldn’t care which network. I’d be more concerned with the script and the actors cast as stars.
6. Finally, tell us about your latest release!
High Stakes Bride is the second of the Men of Stone Mountain trilogy. 
Mary Alice Price is on the run from dangerous men. She had known that when her stepfather died, she would have to hurriedly escape her stepbrothers. Hadn’t she heard them promise her to the meanest man in Texas as payment for high stakes gambling losses? She’s all set to head for the stage and Atlanta as soon as her poor stepfather breathes his last. The problem is she’s only been off their Texas ranch once in over twenty years, so she has no idea how to navigate through the Palo Pinto Mountains. Even with Pa’s gasping directions, she’s soon lost, injured, and ill. One misfortune after another devils her until she links up with Zach Stone. He looks sturdy as his last name and invites her to his ranch where his two aunts will chaperone them. She figures life finally dealt her a winning hand. But how long can she evade her stepbrothers?
Zach Stone has the sweetest ranch in all of Texas, at least he thinks he does. All he needs is a wife to build his family of boys and girls to carry on his ranch and name. He’d though he had a fiancée, but the injury that left one side of his face scarred sent her running. He’s come to meet the stage and his mail-order bride, but finds a letter from her saying she’s married someone she met on the trip. Jilted again. He vows he will never speak to a woman ever again unless she's a relative. He’s sure his heart has frozen as hard as his name. Then he comes across Alice Price and comes up with a crazy plan to pass her off as his intended, have her make everyone hate her, then send her on her way to Atlanta. Sure he’s figured everything out, he figures nothing can go wrong with his plan.
Zach and Alice have a lot to learn about life and living with others. And on the way, they discover each is perfect for the other.
Here’s an excerpt of when they meet. Alice has been on the run and had nothing but bad luck. Zach has just been jilted by a mail-order bride and is camping out to cool off and plan his next move.
Excerpt:Zach slipped into the bedroll and waited, pistol in hand. He feigned sleep, wondering what kind of man tarried nearby. Whoever it was could have picked Zach off, so the sidewinder must not have murder on his mind. Probably up to no good hiding out like that, though, because any Westerner would share his campfire and vittles with anyone who rode into camp. Zach wriggled into a comfortable spot and lay motionless. Anger at recent events helped him remain awake.The footfalls came so softly he almost missed them. He opened his eyes a slit, but enough to see a thin shadow move toward the fire. About then heavy clouds overhead parted and the moonlight revealed a boy who scooped up a slice of bacon and slid it into his mouth.The culprit set Zach’s tin plate on the ground near the fire, ladled beans into it, and picked up a fork. He squatted down and balanced the plate on his knees before he commenced eating. Zach noticed he kept his left hand in his pocket the whole time. Something must be wrong with the thief’s left arm.  Looked too young for it to have been a casualty of the War. Lots of other ways to get hurt out here. Whatever had happened to his left arm, his right one worked well enough. He forked food into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in a week.Zach let him shovel beans for a few minutes. Crook or not, anyone that hungry deserved a meal. When the kid stopped eating, Zach couldn’t figure out what he was doing.  It looked as if he used the fork to scratch around on the ground, so he must have eaten his fill. Zach slipped his hand from beneath the cover and cocked the pistol. “Hold it right there, son. I’d like to know why you’re eating without at least a howdy to the man who provided the food.”The boy paused, then set the plate down slowly. “I left money here on a rock to pay for it.” Odd sounding voice, but the kid was probably scared. Zach slipped from his bedroll and stood, but kept his gun pointed at the food robber. “Maybe.”Zach walked toward the kid, careful to train his gaze so the firelight didn’t dim his eyesight. Sure enough, he spotted a couple of coins on the rock beside his pot of beans, or what remained of them, and his empty plate.He faced the intruder. “Why not just come into camp earlier instead of sneaking in after you thought I was asleep?”“I—I was afraid you weren’t friendly.”Zach thought he also heard the kid mutter what sounded like “...or maybe too friendly.” Must be the wind, he thought, as he neared the boy.Zach motioned with his free hand. “I don’t begrudge anyone food, but I hate dishonesty and sneaking around.  Stand up so I can see you.”The kid stood, hat low over his face and his good hand clenched.Zach reached to push the brim back. “What’s your name?”The kid stepped forward. “None of your business, mister.”A fistful of sand hit Zach’s face. He heard his assailant run. Mad as the devil, Zach brushed grit from his eyes and set out in pursuit. The kid was fast, he’d give him that, but so was Zach. His longer legs narrowed the distance between them.  With a running lunge, he tackled the kid.“Oof. Let me go.” The lad was all wriggles and kicking feet as he squirmed trying to escape.Zach wasn’t about to let that happen. They rolled in the dirt. In one move Zach pinned the boy’s good arm. The hat fell aside and a mass of curls spilled around the kid’s face. His jacket parted and unmistakable curves pushed upward where Zach’s other hand rested. Zach stared in disbelief. Registering his hand pressed against a heavenly mound shocked him and he jerked his paw away.“Well, I’ll be damned. You’re not a boy.”The woman glared at him. “Right, and you’re not exactly a feather. Get off me.”Zach stood and bent to help her but she curled into a ball where she lay. “Ma’am, you okay?”“Just dandy.” She sat up, moving like a hundred-year-old. She glared at him while holding her stomach with her good hand. The other arm dangled uselessly. “You’ve likely broken the few uninjured bones I had left.” His temper flared. “Hey, lady, don’t try to put the blame on me. If you’d been honest and come into camp like any other traveler, I’d have shared my food with you.”“Yeah, well a woman on her own can’t be too careful and I don’t know you or anything about you.”Zach saw her point. Though most Western men would respect a woman, it wouldn’t help if she ran into one of the exceptions. “What’s wrong with your arm?”She glared at him and appeared to debate with herself before she said, “Fell out of a tree. My arm caught in the fork of a branch. Pulled it out of socket and I can’t get it back.” Well hell. As if he didn’t have enough on his mind. Now that he’d decided not to speak to another woman unrelated to him, this bundle of trouble showed up needing a keeper. Resigning himself to one more stroke of bad luck, he said, “Take off your coat and come over here to my bedroll.”The campfire sparked less than her eyes. “I’ll do no such of a thing. Don’t be thinking you can take liberties because I ate your food and I’m injured. I paid for the food.”Zach exhaled and planted his fists on his hips. “Ma’am, there’s not enough money in Texas to pay me to take liberties with you. If you’ll move to my bedroll and lie down, I’ll put your arm back in place. You’ll likely have to take off your, um, your shirt.”She looked him up and down as if she weighed him and found him lacking. “I figured you for a rancher. You a doctor then?”“Ranchers have to know a good bit about patching people.”She straightened herself and swished past him as if she wore a ball gown instead of a man’s torn britches. Watching the feminine sway of her hips as she sashayed to the other side of the campfire, he wondered how he ever mistook her for male. He followed her and tried not to appreciate her long legs or the way the fabric molded to them like a second skin. When she reached the blasted bedroll he’d been stuck with, she slid out of her jacket. A grimace of pain flashed across her face as the weight of the light coat slipped down her injured arm. In one graceful move she plopped down on the bedroll.“You’re sure you can do this?” she asked and looked up at him.Flickering firelight placed her features in shadow. Moving closer, he figured the poor light played tricks on him, for he couldn't tell the color of her hair. He decided she had light brown or dark blonde curls. Whatever color her eyes were, maybe blue or green, they were big and watched him with suspicion.“Yes. Sorry, I don’t have any spirits with me to deaden the pain.” “I never touch alcohol. If you’re sure you can do this, just get on with it.” She unbuttoned her shirt and winced as she slid the injured shoulder and arm free, and then stuck her chin up as if she dared him to make an improper comment or gesture. He knelt beside her, keenly aware of the differences that proved her womanhood. A chemise of fabric worn so thin as to be almost transparent pulled taut across her breasts. He swallowed and willed himself to ignore the dark circles surrounding the pearly peaks thrusting at the flimsy material. The memory of the lush mound he’d touched briefly wouldn’t leave him. He’d been alone too long and had better concentrate on the job at hand.“Stretch out and try to relax. I’ll be as gentle as I can, but this will hurt.”“Hurts already, but I better put my bandana in my mouth so I don’t scream. I’m not a whiner, mind, but wouldn’t want to draw attention if there’s others nearby.” She slipped the cloth knotted around her neck up to her mouth like a gag, then laid down.She moaned but didn’t fight him. Zach had seen this done numerous times over the years and had performed it twice. He probed her shoulder gently, then rotated her arm to slip it back into place.He listened for the snick of the bone reseating itself in the socket. When he finished, he massaged the muscles of her upper arm and shoulder. She’d likely be sore for weeks, but the harm she had done wasn’t permanent. “Have to give it to you, ma’am. You were the quietest patient I’ve ever seen.” She lay with her face turned away from him. When he leaned over, he realized she’d passed out.
High Stakes Bride is available in Print or E-book at Amazon:And in E-book from these vendors:Smashwords:Barnes and Noble for Nook:
Thanks to Isabel for inviting me to her blog. Thanks to you for stopping by! You can learn more about me at my website; on my blog you can sign up there for my newsletter and be part of contests, giveaways, and news of my releases.You can also find me on Facebook and Twitter @CarolinClemmons (no E in Caroline)

Favorite Christmas songs and books

What are yours? I find if I listen to Christmas songs when writing I sing along and get very little writing done. Or reading for that matter! Listening to Burl Ives right now...

And looking for holiday reads. Any suggestions? I love Christmas romances. Naughty or Nice *wink*

Juli Revezzo's Best Vacation Ever!

Isabel asked me to write about my best vacation ever. I have a secret: I’m not a big traveler.

I don’t care for flying and to me driving across country is underwhelming—interstates are really a whole lotta nothing for miles, aren’t they? I’ve seen the Grand Canyon and the Painted Desert and both were beautiful. I’ve seen the Plymouth rock . I’d go back if I could, I suppose. However I have more places I’d like to see, than I have seen and all that is marred by the fact that, well, like I said, I’m not a fan of travel. A lot of the time it just results in “Yep, that’s a hole in the ground. When can we go home?” *laughs*

I’d love to time travel though.  I’d like to see Lascaux as the paintings were in the works; I’d love to visit pre-revolutionary France. I’d like to see the Bastille.I’d love to be in the crowd when Marie Antoinette made that supposed speech about Cake. Just to see if it was true or not.I’d like to be there at the birth of the Tarot, just to see. This is totally outside the realm of possibility of course, but I’d like to visit that underworld in my story House of Cards (scary as it might be), meet my Hag face to face and give her a piece of my mind! How dare she treat poor SInjon the way she does! Who’s Sinjon? What does the Hag put him through? What does France and the Tarot have anything to do with this? Well, it all ties into my story, House of Cards.Can you gamble with Fate?

As a young nobleman, Sinjon escapes the Reign of Terror in 18th century France to find himself dragged into an even worse fate–a hellish underworld wherein he is put on trial by a demon tribunal for crimes he never committed. Can he answer their riddles and thwart his fate, one worse than the guillotine?
If you wish to read more about the world in my story House of Cards, and learn what my poor hero Sinjon goes through, House of Cards is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords. 
So I couldn’t really do all the above. Let’s call it a fantasy vacation. So, what would be your fantasy vacation?
About Juli D. Revezzo: Juli has long been in love with writing, a love built by devouring everything from the Arthurian legends, to the works of Michael Moorcock, and the classics, and has a soft spot for the classic "Goths" of the 19th century in love of which she received a Bachelor's degree in literature from the University of South Florida.  Her short fiction has been published in Dark Things II:  Cat Crimes, The Scribing Ibis, Eternal Haunted Summer, Twisted Dreams Magazine, and Luna Station Quarterly.  She also has an article and book review or two out there.  But her heart lies in storytelling.  She is a member of the Independent Author Network.  
You can visit Juli at http://julidrevezzo.com. You can also follow her at the following links:Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/Juli-D.-Revezzo/e/B008AHVTLO/On Author's Den: http://www.authorsden.com/julidrevezzoOn Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/JD-Revezzo/233193150037011On Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/111476709039805267272/postsOn Good Reads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5782712.Juli_D_RevezzoOn LibraryThing: http://www.librarything.com/profile/julidrevezzoOn Shelfari: http://www.shelfari.com/o1514830030And on Twitter: http://twitter.com/julidrevezzo

Thanks, Isabel, for having me here! This was fun. J I'd LOVE to see those historical places! After all, traveling to the Grand Canyon is great (and I have the pictures to prove it) but think of what historical/time travel would be like. Most excellent.

Juli D. Revezzo, paranormals, and her Bucket List

You wish to know my bucket list, you say? I do, Juli!   Herm…Well, I never really think about things like this. It’s a wee bit depressing, isn’t it? Let’s see, though…Related to my novel The Artist’s Inheritance:
I’d like to finish off the Antique Magic series. And I hope to see many more years with many more books published.
I’d like to visit Fort Pickens—I’d like to see Gettysburg come to that.
I think, if I could, maybe I’d like to sculpt something. (Not that I have any sort of talent like my Trevor’s)  That’s about it, really. Boring, I know.
The Artist’s Inheritance is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Createspace, and Smashwords.Thanks for having me here, Isabel. So, folks, what’s on your bucket list? J
On my writing bucket list I'd say to finish Improper Conduct, blog more, and find more time to enjoy life outside work and writing.

For more about Juli see her websiteFacebook PageTwitter BlogGood Reads

Tagged and writing

There's apparently this blog hop going around where you're tagged by a (so-called *G*) writing friend to continue the hop. I've been tagged by Susan Macatee AND C. Margery Kempe.

What is the working title of your book?
Improper Conduct Where did the idea come from for the book?
Police procedural + hot monkey sex + a desire to write something different = a story I didn't intend to write but am enjoying!
What genre does your book fall under?
Contemporary romantic suspense Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Oh, good one. Let me think on that...oh, I know. Daniel Craig and Rachel Weiss. They look hot together, their chemistry sizzles, and frankly I think if there's another Daniel Craig James Bond, she'd make an excellent Bond girl (woman). What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?When her new captain takes a seductive interest in her, Detective Jules Marshall can't resist despite her ongoing investigation.Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
Self-published. It's an odd work-count and frankly submitting to agents/publishers sucks the energy from you. So I'll have it professionally edited with a kicking cover and then professionally converted.
  
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?Still working on that! As you can see by the sidebar, I'm not even to the 25% mark. 11% specifically, but I have other projects I'm working on and want to be able to devote the time and energy necessary to make this story really rock. I hope to have it finished by the spring.
  What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
Suzanne Brockman when she was good? Her earlier books I'd say, not the works she has out now. Really liked her earlier works. Hmm, it's been so long since I've read a romantic suspense I can't think. Who or What inspired you to write this book?I don't know that anyone one thing or person inspired me, I wanted to restart my writing in something different than the istorical paranromal I'd aleady published and decided a contemporary, hot and sexy, suspense was the way to go.
What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?It was originally supposed to be a lot heavier on the sex but the plot got away from me. I plan on making it just as hot and sexy as I can, but still focus on the plot.The 11% finished is the second time I've written those words, the first didn't quite work.I did the cover. :)Who I tagged for December 5:Kristabel Reed
Yes...just one. It's getting harder and harder to find authors who haven't already been tagged

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Wednesday Review: Paradise Pines Night Angel

I freely admit that Paisley Kirkpatrick is a friend of mine. I've watched her grow as a writer and it thrills me that she finally had her first book published. Her writing is evocative of the time, and her knowledge of the places she writes truly shines through.

Anyone who reads this blog knows my reading tastes range all over the damn place, but in my romance I like a little spice to the plot. The thing with Night Angel is that Amalie is sassy and sexy and Declan is yummy. I mean that in the truest, alpha-maley, sexiest way I possibly can. I want to gobble Declan up.

Not only that, but there's the cross between Zorro (you name the reincarnation I saw it) and Lone Ranger (ditto). One of my favorite plot devices and all too often ignored.

Over all I give this a solid 4 stars, with the highest recommendation of YOU  MUST READ because it really is that good.

Up for a little road trip to help out?

If you are, I'll be at Liberty Harley-Davidson on Thursday November 15 around 7pm to drop off clothes and pet supplies for Hurricane Sandy survivors. If you live in the NJ/NY area and don't mind stopping on in, we'd love to have you! Everything helps.

Liberty H-D
12 W. Milton Ave.
Rahway, NJ 07065
732-381-2400

You can ask them on Twitter what they need, or call and ask for Michelle to find out.

Daisy Harris, Building the Perfect Dork, and My Fair Dork

About Daisy:Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.
She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she's never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.Links: My website
Twitter
Siren PageBook buy link
Idea Factory: Building the Perfect Dork


For off, thanks to the Isabel for having me on the blog today. Y’all are the best!


Why thank you, Daisy! Appreciate that. I’d like to thank you for joining me today!

On with the blog—

I’m often asked where I get my ideas for stories. Now, I think all authors hear this question. But as a female writer of male-male romances, I get asked more than most people.

Usually, the answer is a mix of places—movies I’ve seen, people I know, pictures and news clips, my crazy family, and my even crazier imagination. But in the case of my latest release, My Fair Dork, I got my inspiration from one very specific place: a talk show on Canadian TV called “One Girl Five Gays.”

If you’ve never seen it before, I’m here to tell you, One Girl Five Gays (1G5G) is AWESOME. It involves a charming female host named Aliya Jasmine interviewing group of five gay men in a 20-Questions style format. The guests rotate in and out, but if you watch the show for a while, you feel like you get to know all the participants.
So here’s how I got my plot bunny for My Fair Dork…
There’s a character on 1G5G I’ll call D. He’s smart, sarcastic, and smoking hot. I had the biggest crush on him, and was delighted when he mentioned on the show his tendency to be a bossy bottom. (I can’t remember if he said it outright, or insinuated it. But either way, I LOVE writing bossy bottoms. So for some reason this tickled me pink.)

Eventually D got a boyfriend, and I was intrigued. Who was the man who’d wooed this prize? Was he a big, burly dreamboat? A sober intellectual? Did he have height? Muscles? Tons of money?
After a couple weeks, his boyfriend, whom we shall call M, appears on the show, and he’s…dorky.

Now, if you know anything about me or my work, you know that I loves me a nerd. And M was the real deal. He wasn’t some slick hipster wearing nerdy-but-chic glasses and an ironic T-shirt. No, he was a soft-spoken, nervous seeming, flannel wearing, sweet and harmless dork. The kind of guy who was nerdy in high school and never grew out of it.

He was cute, and endearing, and I was even more in love with D for dating him. But then, a few episodes later, Aliya Jasmine asks the guys, “What part of your body is too big?”

And M blushed like a fire hydrant, and said, “My dong!” before burying his head in shame.

The cast ribbed and teased him, and Aliyah Jasmine, like the intrepid reporter she is, asked for more details about the exact nature of his size. (Yes, yes AJ. Viewers want to know!)

But in that moment, a story came together in my head—about a nerd with a giant cock—a guy uncomfortable in his skin and worried about his anatomy, and the smart, sexy, cool beyond belief guy who wants to pull him out of his shell.

My Fair Dork was born.
Seldom do ideas come to me that clearly, or based on something so acute. But man, when a story hits me like that, it’s like I can’t write the thing fast enough. And that’s how My Fair Dork went for me. I drafted it in 12 days, and it was submitted at day 15. I love this story. And I love 1G5G and Canadian MTV for providing such great fiction fodder.

I just hope that if M ever finds out I got my story idea from watching 1G5G he won’t be too painfully embarrassed. After all, the world is full of people shy about some part of their bodies. Even some part that society thinks they should be proud of. It’s just…well, there really is nothing like a giant cock. And when it’s attached to an adorable geek, it’s about the best thing I can imagine.

BLURB:

They say a guy can never be too hung. Well, Harold Jacobs doesn’t know who they are, but they’re wrong. Socially awkward for as long as he can remember, Harold feels his enormous package is just one more thing to be embarrassed about. Especially once hunky and popular

Owen McKenzie notices it in the showers.
Owen knows he’s bi, but he keeps that secret close to his chest. He likes Harold, and wants to help him shed his dorky image and maybe even find a boyfriend. Still, Owen can’t stop obsessing about Harold’s equipment. And much as he doesn’t want to flip-flop on his sexuality, Owen does want to test-drive what Harold has between his legs.

Their friendship erupts into full-blown lust. But can Owen accept the loss of his golden child status and be Harold’s boyfriend? And can Harold outgrow his insecurity in time to keep the man he loves?Excerpt:
They say a guy can never be too big. Well—Harold Jacobs didn’t know who they were, but they were wrong. A guy could definitely too big. Sure, Harold’s family doctor had explained to him that women gave birth to babies, and that their vaginas…
He shivered, hardly able to think about it without making a face…
Their passages elongated during sex.
Not that Harold was ever going to find out whether sex would work with a vagina. What—with him being completely, one hundred percent gay. But still, he’d been stupid enough to ask his family doctor about it. And, predictably, the guy had reassured him that he was perfectly capable of having heterosexual sex.

At least, he thought that’s what Dr. Fredernick had said. It had been hard to understand him with all the stuttering and blushing.

Harold didn’t know what he’d been thinking, asking his mother to leave the room during his doctor’s appointment, when she’d taken him for his pre-college physical. What had he expected a seventy-year-old family physician to say that he hadn’t already learned online?
He stared sadly down at the thing—jutting between his legs like a saber, water dripping off the tip since he was in the shower. It was hard as usual. The fucker mocked him like that. He swore, his penis enjoyed getting hard all the time just because it made Harold extra awkward every moment of his life.

Kira: Daughter of the Moon by Beth Trissel

About Beth
Married to my high school sweetheart, I live on a farm in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia surrounded by my children, grandbabies, and assorted animals. An avid gardener, my love of herbs and heirloom plants figures into my work. The rich history of Virginia, the Native Americans and the people who journeyed here from far beyond her borders are at the heart of my inspiration. In addition to American settings, I also write historical and time travel romances set in the British Isles.Historical Romance novel Kira, Daughter of the Moon is available in print and eBook from:
Amazon The Wild Rose PressBarnes and Noble
All Romance


BLURB:
Kira McClure has waited for Logan all those years, passing herself off as odd to keep suitors at bay––and anyone else from getting too close.  Now that he's back, he seems to be the only person capable of protecting her from the advances of Josiah Campbell and accusations of witchcraft.  And to defend the settlers against a well-organized band of murderous thieves.

Excerpt:   “My secret in exchange for yours.”     Tantalizing.  He was drawing her into his snare, but she couldn’t resist asking, “How do you know I’ve a secret?”
“To begin with, you’re hiding in a tree.  What from, a wild beast?”  “Near enough.  You.”    He smiled.  “Was I to think you a large red bird, or overlook you entirely?”    Drawing her remaining shreds of dignity around her like a mantle, she said, “This isn’t one of my best hiding places.”    “Indeed?  Where are the others?”      “That would be telling.”     The strengthening breeze tossed the branches around them as he considered.  “You never could keep secrets from me, Cricket.  I’ll discover them and you.”   An assertion she found both disturbing and oddly heartening.   His lips curved as if the deed were already done.  “Why were you hiding?  Am I so very frightening?”    “Oh––I feared you were some sort of warrior.”   The humor faded from his eyes.  “I am.”