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Andromeda's Fall - a #EggcerptExchange Read by Abigail Owen

Andromeda’s Fall (Shadowcat Nation #1)
Andromeda Reynolds is being hunted. After witnessing her mother’s violent death at the hands of a pack of wolf shifters, Andie has devoted her life to protecting her community of cougar shifters from a similar fate. But now, a greater threat lies within her own dare, and she must run. If she stays, Kyle Carstairs will force their mating, seeking the added political power their union would provide.
Andie would rather chew off her own foot than end up with Kyle. Though, knowing him, she won’t live long either way. Andie’s only hope of survival is to mate Jaxon Keller, the Alpha of the Keller Dare with which she is seeking asylum. But before she can get to him, Andie must first go through A.J., one of the Alpha’s Protectors.
What Andie doesn’t realize is that A.J. has secrets of his own. All Andie knows is that the incredibly frustrating shifter insists on challenging her story, her skills, her trust… and her heart.
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Excerpt:
He glanced down at her. “You really are a tiny thing, aren’t you?”
Andie scowled. “Don’t let my size fool you. I can pack a wallop when I want to. Even with a broken arm.”
A.J. laughed. “I’m sure you can.”
Andie stared straight ahead, her mouth thinning. She hated being patronized. Men were so dense sometimes. They never took her seriously until she showed them exactly why they should.
Keeping her left arm protected, Andie suddenly dropped. One leg shot out and she spun low to the ground, sweeping A.J.’s feet out from under him. As he landed on his back, she was on top of him, her knee on his windpipe—not crushing, just sending a message.
Before she could gloat too much, though, she was flying through the air. Andie tucked into a back flip, landed on her feet, and then spun and launched herself backwards in a one-handed back handspring. A.J. had just gotten on his feet when her legs wrapped around his neck. She used her momentum to drop him back to the floor.
Andie rolled and ended up in a crouch close by. A.J. held up his hands in surrender. “All right, wildcat. You’ve proved yourself.”
Andie glared at him. “Don’t doubt me. And don’t insult my intelligence by pretending you just lost either,” she said in a severe voice, made harsher, perhaps, by the fact that she’d just realized exactly how incredible his blue eyes were. They were a vibrant color made even more interesting by the black ring that rimmed the irises. And she was more than irritated with herself for having noticed that at all.
He levered himself up off the floor. “Fair enough.”
The only thing that kept her from proving her point more—because she could tell he’d held back—was the small amount of respect she could see in his eyes. With a brusque nod, she followed him down the hall.
 
Bio
Award-winning author, Abigail Owen was born in Greeley, Colorado, and raised in Austin, Texas. She now resides in Northern California with her husband and two adorable children who are the center of her universe.
Abigail grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. A fourth generation graduate of Texas A&M University, she attempted to find a practical career related to her favorite pastime by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing). However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it.
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Thanks for sharing,
Tina

Sylvia Donovan's Diet by @AuthorTinaGayle #MFRWauthor

Okay, if you've read any of the Tina Gayle's Executive Wives Club series, you've heard of me.

Sylvia Donovan, here to share with you my diet secrets. Though, personally I don't know that I'd try them.

First, I guess you should know who I was before I went on my diet.

A tall woman over the age of forty, I could carry a few extra pounds and get away with it. Then, I added a few more. My husband worked long hours and my daughter spent most of her time at school or school activities. I had time to indulge.

So I did until I was line backer big. The boys on the Nebraska football team had nothing on me.

Then I hit a wall on one emotional disaster of a day.

Not only did my husband ask me for a divorce, he was also in a fatal car crash the same day.

My world changed.

Getting out of bed at first was a real challenge. I fought through my grief and tried to be there for my daughter. Food became a task, I'd rather avoid.

Amazing how a few skipped meals can help you lose weight.

Then I needed to fill my days with something other than staring at the walls so I decided to hit the gym. Tried everything from weight lifting to zumba classes, I settled on yoga as my exercise of choice.

Two years later, I was back to my college weight.

Now, I'm off on a new adventure. I'm trying to find out who my husband had an affair with before his death.

Come along and share the ride in "CFO's Affair."










Buy link is http://bit.ly/CFOaffair

Thanks for reading my story,

Sincerely,

Sylvia Donovan

#MFRWauthor Linda McLaughlin Shares her #EggcerptExchange from Lady Elinor's Escape

Lady Elinor's Escape , part of the Eggcerpt Exchange fun.
Genre: Sweet Regency Romance



Blurb:


Lady Elinor Ashworth always longed for adventure, but when she runs away from her abusive aunt, she finds more than she bargained for. Elinor fears her aunt who is irrational and dangerous, threatening Elinor and anyone she associates with. When she encounters an inquisitive gentleman, she accepts his help, but fearing for his safety, hides her identity by pretending to be a seamstress. She resists his every attempt to draw her out, all the while fighting her attraction to him.



There are too many women in barrister Stephen Chaplin’s life, but he has never been able to turn his back on a damsel in distress. The younger son of a baronet is a ‘rescuer’ of troubled females, an unusual vocation fueled guilt over his failure to save the woman he loved from her brutal husband. He cannot help falling in love with his secretive seamstress, but to his dismay, the truth of her background reveals Stephen as the ineligible party.



Now the Eggcerpt:

“Excuse me, madam, but I could not help overhearing you say that you must leave for London immediately. Allow me to introduce myself. Stephen Chaplin, Esquire, at your service.”



Elinor turned to face the gentleman who had suddenly appeared. She stared at him through a haze of black, taking advantage of her veil to get a closer look at this tall, dark-haired, seemingly well bred gentleman. He was above average height, with finely chiseled features, and while he could not, strictly speaking, be deemed handsome, there was something in the intense scrutiny of his light brown eyes that drew her to him. By the cut of his bottle green Superfine coat, which emphasized his broad shoulders, but was not so tight as to hamper movement, and his casually tied neckcloth, she surmised he was no society dandy.



“How do you do?” she said politely, extending one black-gloved hand.

“Fine, thank you.”

As he took her hand and bowed over it, Elinor savored the warmth of his touch for a moment. It had been a long time since someone had touched her out of kindness. Suddenly realizing she was clutching his hand, she withdrew hers. He studied her, his gaze seeming to penetrate the veil, and she could only stand like the veriest lump under his scrutiny.



“I beg your pardon, madam, but what did you say your name was?”

“Eli—” Elinor broke off and feigned a cough, panic bubbling up inside. Her name. Dear heavens, she needed a new name. If she told him who she was, he would never agree to take her to Mimi. She stared down at the gentleman’s yellow nankeen trousers and shiny brown boots. “Brown,” she stammered. “Ellie Brown.”



“Mrs. Brown, may I offer my assistance? I’m heading for London myself and would be pleased to convey you as far as Chippenham, where you may pick up another stage coach.”

Relief flooded through her at his offer, but could she trust him? No proper young lady rides in a closed carriage with a gentleman who is not related to her. The words of her governess rang in her ears. “I do not think—”



“Of course, you are cautious,” he interrupted smoothly. “Any genteel lady would hesitate to trust a strange gentleman.”

"But I am not a lady,” she blurted. If Aunt Sarah learned that a ‘lady’ had been here, she would know where to look for her. “I am merely a seamstress.”

"Really,” he drawled, doubt evident in his tone.

“Yes, I have a position awaiting me in London.” She was surprised, and a bit uncomfortable, at how easily the lies flowed from her lips, but they were necessary.

Lady Elinor's Escape is available at:
Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00CHSNEII
Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/lady-elinors-escape/id645217449
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ladyelinor039sescape-1169382-160.html
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lady-elinors-escape-linda-mclaughlin/1100559263
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/lady-elinor-s-escape
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/312406

Online Contacts:
Website: http://www.lindamclaughlin.com
Blog: http://flightsafancy.blogspot.com
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Thanks for letting me share.



Linda

Tempered Joy (Book 4 in Tempered Series) #EggcerptExchange by @psthib

Title: Tempered Joy (book 4 in Tempered series)
URL for Cover: http://bit.ly/1fVfLUl
 
Blurb: All around rodeo cowboy and heir to the Rockin’ H Ranch, Ace Harris is determined not to fall in love.  He’s only loved one woman in his life, his mother, and no one can even come close to filling her boots. Lexie Morgan thinks rodeo cowboys have rocks for brains and a death wish for a soul.  A broken childhood and the death of her father and best friend leave her doubting and questioning God (despite her years of religious upbringing) and afraid of love. Can two young people who clash from the onset learn to trust in the healing power of God and find love and happiness amidst tragedy and grief? 
 
Excerpt: Her eyes narrowed when he took a step closer. “Ace,” she warned and wielded the brush like a lethal weapon.
Raising his hands where she could see them, he watched her try to brush some semblance of order to the thick mass of unruly auburn hair. The simple chore made him want to sink both fists in the silken locks and gave him a whole new insight to the word erotic.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkled vivid green and spewed wrath. She glared at him as though the tangled tresses were his fault alone. Her chest quivered with each breath she took. He took another step closer and could feel her tremble. Locking his gaze with hers in the mirror, he reached around her and picked up a bandanna off the dresser. He ran it through his fingers in what could have been a caress then slid the cloth beneath her hair and left it trailing over her shoulders.
With hands that shook, Lexie pulled the ends together and tied her hair back into a ponytail. Those bright gray eyes had gone soft and warm, like liquid metal. Mouth dry as dust, she swallowed hard.
 
Purchase Links:
Kindle http://amzn.to/16YUEXj
Nook http://bit.ly/11zMuVx
Smashwords http://bit.ly/14KH0bX

Author bio: Award-winning author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”
   
Links:
Website address: http://www.pamelathibodeaux.com  
Blog: http://pamswildroseblog.blogspot.com
Face Book: http://facebook.com/pamelasthibodeaux
Twitter: http://twitter.com/psthib @psthib

 

#EggcerptExchange by Sharlene Almond - Initiated to Kill

Purchase link:
http://www.amazon.com/Initiated-Kill-Sharlene-Almond-ebook/dp/B00RF0SGDQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1421873962&sr=8-1&keywords=initiated+to+kill+by+sharlene+almond


 Blurb -


Two men from different generations, both initiated into a powerful organisation that throughout history has sought control and uses their power for destruction. They leave behind a wake of murder, manipulation and ancient secrets.

The first man stalks women of the night in the Whitechapel district of London, England in the 19th century. While the other stalks his victims in the cosmopolitan city of Seville, Spain in the 21st century; knowing that only he could uncover the true motives of one of the world’s most infamous serial killers - Jack the Ripper.

Annabella Cordova quickly becomes embroiled in the conspiracy involving the university she studies at. When her roommate goes missing, it becomes very personal. Her past gradually unveils, as she is closer to this than she could have possibly imagined.
A childhood accident causing permanent deafness enables Annabella to use her other senses to read facial and body language; detecting lies in people, including suspects.

Andres Valero, the troubled detective, returns from forced leave, only to be faced with horrific crimes that brings his memories to the surface.

The novel continuously takes the reader back in time to the 19th century; creating a psychological profile of the man that wanders the London streets, his paintings depicting crimes only seen by a killer’s eyes. And a boy that’s continuously tormented by his own sadistic tendencies.With Annabella and Andres combined, they must stop this person at any cost, and reveal a conspiracy hidden for centuries.

-  Excerpt -  
Prologue
January, 1888
The solemn lodge hid from unworthy eyes, an unnoticeable forgotten place made of granite.
Two Sphinx-like granite lions with women’s heads peered down from the entrance of the lodge.An “ankh” adorned the lion’s neck, entwined with a cobra. An image of a woman embellishedthe neck and breast of the other lion, speaking of fertility and procreation.Fervent men slowly make their way up the three levels of narrowing steps, passing under thetwo Egyptian swords with curved serpentine blades, passing through the two tall bronze doors.One man glanced up as he ascended the steps, silently mouthing, “the temple of the SupremeCouncil Freemasons,” made of brass letters and set in stone. His gaze fell to the plaque cut instone, “Freemasonry Builds Its Temples in the Hearts of Men and Among Nations.”Stone columns extend high above the entrance and partially conceal an image of anEgyptian god, backed with radiating sun and flanked by six large golden snakes. He stepped pastthe threshold of the lodge entirely made of marble, exotic wood, and statues carved from gold.The ofting room decorated with many symbols, especially the serpent, and portraits offamous and influential men, lined the walls. Illuminations flickered above the men, resemblingstars in the dark blue sky; the golden serpents silently watching in the blue heavens.Slowly removing his clothes, wrapping the long black robe around him, placing a hood overhis head to partially conceal his face.In the recesses of the ancient temple, an ornately decorated room filled with candles, lightedthe way for the men filing in. Dressed in long black robes, hands pressed solemnly together,slowly the row of men trudge into the Temple room. Each with their face down, they instinctivelyform a large circle in the room.The room fell with a deathly silence; abruptly three knocks reverberated throughout theroom. The Worshipful Master spoke, “You will admit him in the name of the Grand Architect ofthe Universe, and let him be placed in the West.”Gradually the door creaks open, a young man enters with a black robe and the left knee andbreast exposed. The young man’s face is covered by a dark cloth and led around the circle by arope around his neck. The candidate is led to the oath of secrecy where the Worshipful Masterstands. A sword is pricked to the candidate’s left breast.“As this is a prick to the flesh at this time, so may the remembrance of it be to yourconscience hereafter, should you ever attempt improperly to reveal any of the secrets with whichyou are about to be entrusted.”The group silently watch as the candidate is instructed to kneel with his left knee bare andbent, his right foot forming a square and the body being erect in that square. The left handsupports the Volume of the Sacred Law, compass and square and right hand placed thereon.“‘Vouch safe Thine Aid, Almighty Father, Grand Architect of the Universe, to this ourpresent conviction. Grant that this Candidate for Masonry, now kneeling before thee, maydedicate and devote his life to thy Service, and become a true and faithful Brother amongst us.To this end endue him with such a competency of thy Divine Wisdom, that assisted by the secretsof our Royal Masonic Art, he may be better enabled to display the beauties of true godliness tothe Honour and glory of Thy Most Holy Name.’ ”“‘I do most solemnly and sincerely promise and swear to have my throat cut across, mytongue torn out by the roots, and my body buried in the rough sands of the sea at low watermark, where the tide ebbs and flows in twenty-four hours...should I ever knowingly or willinglyviolate this my solemn oath or obligation as an Entered Apprentice Mason. So help me God.’ ”The young man is then presented with white gloves and escorted to the pedestal in the Eastto become an Entered Apprentice.Throughout the ceremony another waited expectedly. Another man would join them, and thisman would be the one. He had done a lot to encourage them to allow this man to be initiated.But he could never have foretold the events to come.* * * *A candlelit chamber houses a secret meeting where four men sit around a table, eachwearing the long black robes and only talking above a whisper.“The time has come to make our stand and proclaim to our Brothers that it’s time. It’s ourtime to cause such a panic, that people will not know whom to turn to. That the reliance onreligion and government will pass. It’s our time to take control, and whoever does not standbehind us will fall.”“Yes, we must give a sign to our Brothers that can only be recognized by them, somethingthat will forever change the world.”
   Author short bio -  
I live in Auckland, New Zealand with my two dogs. Although I have had
training in Beauty and Spa therapy, editing, journalism, animal behavior and photography, criminology and counselling; my main interest lies in writing novels which allows me to explore and learn about other eras and countries, creating characters that have deep rooted flaws, but uses those to achieve the end goal.
 
My inspiration for the historical aspect of my novels came by accident. When finishing writing my first novel and starting to edit it, I stumbled across a conspiracy theory, in which some believed the Freemasons were involved in the Jack the Ripper murders. From there, the historical aspect took shape, continuing throughout all the novels I write.
 
I hope that each novel I write doesn’t necessarily cause a person to believe in the conspiracy or myth, but challenges what they really believe could be possible. To everyone reads my books, I hope they can transport themselves back in time, learn more about the world around them, and maybe even question certain things they believe in.
 
 
As an author of historical/present day international thrillers, my books can challenge readers, as well as taking the reader on a journey throughout Europe and abroad.
 
Having studied in Criminology and Neuro Linguistic programming, in addition to doing a diploma course in body language, enables me to give an authentic feel to my characters, and the crimes committed. Because I’ve always been fascinated with human psychology, especially criminal psychology, I always include that element in every book I write.
My books don’t just cover the crimes committed, but what drove that person to commit those crimes? Examining their history, their weaknesses, childhood; all building up to why some of the most infamous crimes were perpetrated.
 Author links -  
Blog: https://sharlenefreelancewriter.wordpress.com/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Initiated-Kill-Sharlene-Almond-ebook/dp/B00RF0SGDQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1421873962&sr=8-1&keywords=initiated+to+kill+by+sharlene+almond
                                                               
Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/Sharlene-Almond/e/B00K3ZK2ZA/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
 Twitter: https://twitter.com/SharleneAlmond 
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sharlenealmond.co.nz?ref=aymt_homepage_panel
Pininterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sharlenealmond/ 
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6626652.Sharlene_Almond Thanks for sharing,


Tina

Passing the Torch by L.L.Sanders Presented by @GoddessFish

PASSING THE TORCH
by L.L. Sanders
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deep in the Arizona desert live a girl and her dad, burying secrets--and bodies.
Mesa Kingston's first memory of burying a corpse was at eight years old. Back then it
had been the carcass of a large lizard her dad found that they buried in the backyard
of their isolated cottage. At age fourteen, the body of a young lady accompanied the
reptile's remains, and ever since, an accumulation of female bodies began to grow.
Now, the only way Mesa can stop the haunting screams of the dead is by drowning
them out with flames. Or is there more to the blaze than even she can perceive?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
EXCERPTS


Good girls do anything for their fathers, including rob, cheat, and kill, and I always considered
myself a good girl. The time I first came to that conclusion will stay with me forever. Years later,
here I am, still fulfilling my daughterly duty.
After wiping the sweat from my palm onto my jeans, I press the bulbous tip of the match against
the strike strip on the side of the small carton. My hands shake worse than Grandma's had
when trying to slice her ninety-first birthday cake just a few hours ago, but I manage to run the
match across it anyway. The flame comes alive at my fingertips, dancing merrily at the prospect
of latching on to something and disintegrating it into smoldering embers. Although the light
breeze causes the flame to flicker at the end of the matchstick, I'm aware of the control I have
over it. I watch the glow change shape through a veil of tears and with that the decision was
The flame will get to perform its destructive duty.
I flick the match toward the pile of wooden planks that used to be the porch. Instantly the fire
catches the fumes of the pooled liquid and expands so quickly a wall of gasoline-scented hot
air rushes me before the blaze travels deeper into the house. I back away to a safe distance as
the straw-like grass crunches beneath my feet. Nearing the homemade fence, which is nothing
more than a double row of chicken wire, I hear the screams from the distance, cries of agony
that meld with my memory like two spreading pools of melted wax. I can't stop the waterworks. I
don't even make an attempt.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The L.L. stands for Leslie Lee. I write erotic romance and post-apocalyptic/dystopian fiction
But horror and thriller fiction is what I grew up on, what inspires me, and what began my pursuit
to authorship. I’ve written many short scary stories since the 6th grade. Now they’re much more
mature in general, thanks to the wide range of emotion and experience I’ve encountered over
I’m a huge fan of horror and psychological thrillers in every fashion, including movies, books,
art, campfire tales, etc. Some of my favorite stories are those that twist at the end or are
ambiguous with deep societal or morality themes. This includes dystopias like Hugh Howey’s
Wool, psychological thrillers like Shutter Island, and popular and classic horror/romances like
V.C. Andrews’s Flowers in the Attic, my favorite.
All my ideas start with a twist, which is exactly how most of my stories end.
FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/lls4sanders
TWITTER: https://twitter.com/LeslieLSanders
WEBSITE: http://llsanders.com/
AMAZON BUY LINK: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TNTLTZY


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Thanks for sharing,


Tina

Have You Tried Guest Blogging for #MFRWauthor Group @Emerald_theGLD

Greetings all! Before I get started, I’d like to again give a shout out of thanks to Kayelle Allen, MFRW’s founder, for covering for me here on the fifth of last month while I was on vacation. Because that’s what kind of an awesome leader Kayelle is. :)
Thus far in this series, I’ve talked about my responsibilities as the moderator of the MFRW Facebook group. Starting with this post, I’ll be branching out and covering aspects of Facebook more generally, given that I feel as though I’ve covered now much of what’s involved in moderating a group (though if you do have questions about moderation, by all means please feel free to mention them in a comment, and I’ll be happy to address them!).




Paloma Beck, MFRW’s Blog Director, who mentioned to me that some members might be wondering about this particular Facebook function.



The MFRW Facebook group houses a document that allows members who host guest authors on their blogs to enter their blog information into said document for other members’ reference. In other words, the file is a centrally-kept source of places that offer cover reveals, spotlight features, etc., that is updated in real time whenever anyone edits it and is available for any group member to see or edit.

So, if you have a blog and are open to posting guest posts and would like other members to know that, feel free to enter your information into the sheet!


 Here’s how:

1) From the MFRW Facebook group page, go to the horizontal menu bar just below the header photo across the top of the page. Click the last entry, which is “Files.”

2) Locate the file titled “GUEST OPPORTUNITIES on Member Blogs” and click on it.

3) After you click, find the “Edit” button (with the little pencil icon next to the word on the button itself) in the upper-right corner of the document. Click that.

4) Enter your information in the format previous listers have used. An easy way to do this is to highlight the most recent entry, copy it, and paste it a line or two above that entry. Then delete that member’s information (leaving the category labels) and fill in your own.

If you have a new release and are seeking blogs where you could guest post or do a cover reveal, etc., this document is a great resource. To find it, simply follow steps one and two above!  

Before I go (I saved the announcement for last this time :)), I do want to say that the MFRW Facebook group reached—and quickly surpassed—the 4,000 member landmark since my last Facebook-related post here! Thanks to all the members for making it such a growing, active group.

Until next time! 


Emerald
Emerald is an erotic fiction author whose short stories have been featured in anthologies published by Cleis Press, Mischief, and Logical-Lust. She serves as an assistant newsletter editor and Facebook group moderator for Marketing for Romance Writers (MFRW), and she selects and posts the monthly inspirational quote on the MFRW Marketing Blog. Find out more about her at her website, The Green Light District.


This is a repost from http://mfrw.blogspot.com


I am a member of Marketing for Romance Writers and have permission to repost their blogs.


Hop over and see what other wonderful ways they have to share your book,


Tina

The Scent of Humanity by Margay Leah Justice an #EggcerptExchange #Romance

Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice. In theory. But in one small town, in one family, that theory is put to the test. 

Growing up in a rural town in Massachusetts was supposed to be safe, but for SILVIE CHILDS, that safety was shattered by a kidnapping attempt that forever changed her life. Now, nearly twenty years later, that sense of safety is challenged again by the kidnapping attempt on her young niece, and Silvie is left struggling with one question: How can something like this happen twice in one family? 

It is a dilemma shared by NICK FAHEY, the detective assigned to the case. Arriving on the scene of the abduction attempt, Nick expects to run a routine investigation. Until he meets the victim, the niece of a woman he once considered a dear friend. Unfortunately, these days Silvie Childs can barely stand the sight of him. 

Once there was a time when Silvie Childs worshipped Nick Fahey, believing he could do no wrong. Until the accident that nearly killed her brother; the accident that Nick reportedly caused. Coming on the heels of her own near abduction, the accident skewed Silvie’s ability to trust men – especially Nick. But now, with the attempt on her niece’s safety, Silvie finds herself in the untenable position of having to trust Nick to bring the kidnapper to justice. 

That trust is severely tested when, after only two months, the case is closed for lack of new evidence. Feeling betrayed by the system in which she works as a paralegal and by Nick, Silvie takes matters into her own hands. Contacting local news stations to generate interest in the case, allowing herself to be filmed hanging sketches of the suspect on telephone poles, she will risk her own safety to protect that of her niece. When her efforts re-open the wounds of her past, she is once again forced to put her trust in the one man who still has the power to hurt her – Nick 

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JUEOPW6

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The Scent of Humanity - Excerpt Hey, thought it might be cool to post an excerpt from my latest release, The Scent of Humanity. Enjoy!



“What’s this?” he asked, cupping her face in his hand and running the thumb along the lower edge of her too-full lips. “A little hint of maturity? Silvie Childs apologizing?”            She nipped his thumb at the jibe, not hard, just enough that he hissed out a breath in reaction. All hint of humor fled from him. He was intent, serious now, every nerve in his body on high alert. “Is that how you want to play it?” he whispered, his voice guttural. “Huh?” He moved a little closer to her, maneuvering her up against the open door. Slipped his thumb between her lips, parting them. “You think we’ve danced around this enough for one day, hmm?”            “I don’t know what you mean.” Her lips brushed against his thumb as she spoke, igniting a spark within him. Interesting.            “Liar,” he said as he dipped his head close enough to replace his thumb with his lips. But he didn’t. Instead, he skimmed his lips along her cheekbone to her right ear, flicked his tongue along the rim of the opening. Into her ear, he whispered, “When you stop lying to yourself, I’ll give you what you want.”            She grabbed the hand he still cupped her face with, the gesture almost – convulsive. Hmm, what was that about? Her breath in his ear sent a shiver throughout his body. “And what,” she whispered against his cheek, “do you think I want?”            He nipped her earlobe, smiled at her shocked gasp. Soothing the nip with a flick of his tongue, he murmured, “Oh, I don’t know.” Into her ear, “Think about it.” Sliding his lips along her cheek as he withdrew, he couldn’t resist allowing the tip of his tongue to flit across her lips in parting. When she opened her mouth as if in protest, he warned, “Uh-ah, you’ve got to stop lying to yourself first.”            She slipped her fingers into his hair, grabbing hanks of it to anchor his head and prevent his retreat. He resisted the urge to smile – and to kiss her when she made the overture to him. He merely slipped his thumb back over her lips, using it as a barrier between them. When she cast him a pleading look, he asked, “Do you still hate me?”            “Yes,” she admitted when he slid his thumb away, releasing her lips from captivity. “More than ever.”            He smiled and angled his head, as if preparing to kiss her. “Why?” he asked instead.            “You know why!”            “Mm,” he murmured, accepting that as her answer. “And who do you hate more right now?” He dipped his head a little closer. “Me, because I won’t do what you want – or you, because you want it?”            “Me, all me,” she whispered as she swooped in close and took what she wanted from him. What he allowed her to take from him. Voraciously.            Good Lord, he thought moments before she pulled away, shock at her own actions clearly written on her face. Where had she learned to kiss like that?            “Ah, Silvie,” he said, dragging his thumb over her full lower lip before he favored her with a lingering, open-mouthed kiss, “I don’t think you hate me as much as you think you do.” He pulled back before she could respond – to his words or his kiss – and jogged down the three short steps from her front porch to the walkway. “Goodnight, Silvie,” he called over a shoulder. “Lock the door behind me.”

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Banished- Three Erotic Shape Shifter Stories


Get three books for the price of one.
 
 
Banished Hero Blurb:
 
With no memory of her past, Faye Lynn Berton clings to a father who curses her ability to shape-shift, then uses her special skill to scam local villagers. The only freedom she knows comes as she soars through the sky in falcon form. A chance meeting with another changling turns her world upside down. Beyond satisfying the powerful sexual cravings that follow transformation, he reveals a surprising dimension of sex between their kind…one to unlock the secrets of her soul.
 
Havyn Westmore has questions…Faye Lynn holds the answers. Determined to unravel her secrets, he must strives to gain her freedom and trust. Teaching her the finer techniques of transformation keeps her close while sex strengthens their bond. But on the trail of discovery, Havyn must confront his own past. Accused of a heinous crime, he was banned from his homeland. Now, he must choose between returning to face certain execution—or robbing Faye Lynn of her birthright and a life in Paradise.
 
Read excerpt and first scene at http://www.anitaphilmar.com/bherobookpg.html
 
 
Banished Scoundrel Blurb:
 
Known scoundrel Jack Avery must earn the queen's forgiveness by rescuing her missing daughter from the human world. His sources reveal the Princess Noelani is being held by a powerful man who likes a good game of chance. So with twenty borrowed pieces of gold Jack enters the high-stakes game. Only the lady he encounters is no princess. This pretty Kitty makes him want to hear her purr.
 
Under a memory spell, Kitty recalls nothing before the governor bought her from her parents and offered her protection from those he claims would kill her kind. So what if, in order to control her, he forces Kitty to morph then deprives her of sexual release after transformation. But the crafty card player she is assigned to “entertain” reveals himself as a kindred spirit—a shape shifter—and unravels the lie she’s been forced to live.
 
Together Jack and Kitty risk it all, for the stakes are high and the prize is worth it...freedom, forgiveness, love.
 
Read excerpt and first scene at http://www.anitaphilmar.com/bscoundrelbookpg.html
 
 
Banished Witch Blurb:
 
Once a princess of Ardenia, Danella, left her homeland to warn her childhood sweetheart only to be kidnapped and sold into slavery. Learning the dark magic from her keeper, she grew to accept her role as a witch to protect her family and track down the traitor to the crown. But when Omar Mandel, the love from her past, arrives to bring her home, she realizes she can never go home. That doesn't mean she can't use his assistance in her plan for revenge and, in the meantime, live out a few unfulfilled fantasies.
 
The queen wants her daughter to come home and Omar’s job is to see that it happens. However, Danella isn’t the same sweet girl he remembers. In her place is a sexy woman who excites his lust and claims his heart. He must teach her to trust in his love and face the sins of the past if they are to have a future together.
 
Read excerpt and first scene at http://www.anitaphilmar.com/bwitchbookpg.html
 
 
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Tips to Control Too Much Information - Staying Organized

Another tip – is if you have too much information-
break it down or file it until you need it.Don’t read the whole article.Get rid of outdate material and start over.Mark, scan and file.Sometimes we do this unintentional. This week I accidentally killed by email connection which deleted several years worth of information that I had stored in email. Class information, business connections, interesting items, all gone in only a few seconds with no hope of recover.
Now, I have new clean files.

I haven’t missed anything yet, but I don't recommended this way of cleaning out your files. Yes, it is faster, but way more painful.



The waves move the sand, and new things are uncovered.





Have a great week,

Tina