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WeWriWa: It's In Her Kiss . . . Masked by Moonlight

I'm enjoying a writers' weekend in the woods (in a great house - not literally camping in the woods!) a gorgeous block off Lake Michigan, working on my WeWriWa post that doesn't want to cooperate. Enjoy a nibble from my By Moonlight shapeshifter series straight to you from New Orleans (wishing I WAS there!)! I'm working on getting the rights back to the first four books which are now out of print so I can package them for newer readers (and for those who may have lost them or want them i e-format).

MASKED BY MOONLIGHT (Book 1 of 12)
Detective Charlotte Caissie's vow to take down a crime boss is complicated by her attraction to the mobster's attack dog (Literally!) Max Savoie. She can't afford to trust any man. Good thing Max isn't one! Enjoy! The Excerpt 

"Well?" Her question caressed his bruised mouth.

"What?" Barely a whisper.

Her fingertip followed the hard line of his jaw. "Aren't you going to kiss me back?"

"Absolutely." And he swooped down on her like a hawk.

Her hands busily unknotted his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from his shoulders to catch at his wrists. As it fell free, he felt the cold touch of metal of her handcuffs then something sharp pierced his shoulder.

(. . . and a bite more . . .)

Charlotte pushed away from him, panting, her lipstick smeared, eyes wide and wild. And then he got the first hint of how deep her clever treachery went as the sliver of silver began to eat through his system like acid.

Now that's a first date. Can't wait to get the By Moonlight books back out to readers (and in e-format, too!).
Okay, back to work!
Nancy

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IWSG: Nothing to Fear but Fear Itself . . .

Our Question for May covers all our neurotic bases in one powerful word – FEAR. It can push us to great heights or paralyze us . . . yet it’s something we can control and USE to become better writers!
May 7th question: Some common fears writers share are rejection, failure, success, and lack of talent or ability. What are your greatest fears as a writer? How do (did) you manage them?
I grew up painfully shy. Getting called on in class and having all the eyes turn to me was paralyzing-literally. Then, in 5th grade, the teacher everyone was afraid of picked two anonymous selections from essays we’d turned in – one she consider promising but needed work and one that was perfect. As she read the first one, the class was restless, but a few students offered helpful suggestions – including me. Then the second work was read. It was mine! As I sat paralyzed, I realized that there wasn’t a sound from the class. Everyone was . . . listening. Then came the comments – ALL were overwhelmingly positive. When the teacher asked for constructive criticism, there was silence. Then the boy I had a crush on, (of course!) said he was mad . . . because there wasn’t more of it!
I was stunned!
Then came college. My dream was to become a journalist. Imagine being asked as the only underclassman to join the university newspaper staff . . . until I realized it meant actually going out of my comfort bubble and initiating interviews with - strangers. My first deadline came and went. Concerned, the editor actually came to my home to find out what the problem was, because he just loved my work. When I confessed it was a people problem, he gave me another avenue to consider . . . fiction writing (another class he taught!), where I had control and could be my own boss on the bigger canvas I deserved. A light bulb moment. I had a huge historical novel sitting in a manuscript box. His words convinced me to send six copies out into the scary world of NYC. They all came back. One had a brief note. “This didn’t work for us. Do you have anything else you can send for our upcoming historical romance line?”
Romance was a brand-new genre. Short or long. Sweet or steamy. Present day or historical. All the avenues this writer had dreamed of. What I thought was a traditional Regency became one of the first two Regency-set historical romances - the first of my 80 (!) published novels to come in multiple genres from NYC and small press to self-pubbed.
Don’t let fear stop you! Don’t allow statistics to build a wall too high to climb. Publishers buy books every day! Midlist houses take new authors. Self-publishing isn’t as forbidding as it once was. There is a path for you and your book of the heart.
Don’t be afraid to take it!
And don’t forget to peruse the other offerings from our IWSG this month!!

The Insecure Writer’s Support Group
Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!
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WeWriWa: “If you mean it . . .” Masked by Moonlight [By Moonlight Series - Book 1]

I LOVE revisiting older books that I’ve written . . . some, to see how far I’ve come and others, so I can rediscover what made my career grow. No doubt about it, things began to happen when I wrote the first three installments in my By Moonlight shapeshifter series for Pocket Books. I loved everything about the experience – my fabulous editor, Micki Nuding, who was my biggest fan, the art department who brought me in for a walk through to watch one of my covers being made while I was in New York - starting with posing the REAL cover model! Not me, personally-darn it! Seeing the mock-up cover tacked on the senior editor’s bulletin board, and going over promotional opportunities with the head of PR. What a thrill and an honor!! A dream come true. That series will always be my absolute favorite. And I’m looking forward to getting it reissued as soon as I get the rights back to the first three books (soon-fingers crossed!).
Max and Cee Cee will always be my favorite romance couple (and a flattering number of readers agreed!). Here’s a nibble from Book 1, MASKED BY MOONLIGHT, that introduced readers to Max and Charlotte . . .
 The Excerpt 

Detective Charlotte Caissie’s vow to take down a crime boss is made complicated by underworld figure Max Savoie. Is he an ally? She can’t afford to trust any man. Good thing Max isn’t one . . .

“You killed those men.”  

He didn’t admit it, not exactly. “I’m sorry.  Did you want to get to know them better?”

“You rushed in to take on armed men with your bare hands? Are you insane?”

“Should I have just kept walking?” His gaze locked into hers, eyes heating, darkening with something she’d never seen in them before.

“Step back, Savoie.”

Her gruff command must have lacked conviction because his head lowered until his breath feathered against her lips—soft, warm.

“Don’t.”

Not quite so tough.

( . . . and a bit more . . .)

He tasted her slowly, firmly, riding the jerk of her chest, gentling his hold on her hands, finally releasing them.  Her palms came up to rest against his shoulders, motionless at first, then beginning to push. He lifted off her by a scant inch, his stare delving into hers. His breathing hurried.

“Max, stop.”

That hoarse whisper still didn’t convince him. The tip of his tongue lightly rimmed the fullness of her lower lip, the gesture so provokingly intimate she trembled with a helpless chill of response.

His challenge brushed silkily over the damp part of her mouth.  “I will if you mean it.”

And for a moment, for one startling moment, she didn’t.

Sigh . . .
I’d better stop there or I’ll never get this post out!
Looking forward to seeing what you’ve been doing!!

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IWSG: CHEERS! What fantasy character would you like to tip a glass with?

(Sorry I’m late with today’s post! I have no excuse except spring fever.)
The April 2nd IWSG Question is What fantasy character would you like to fight, go on a quest with, or have a beer/glass of wine with?
Though it was my first love as a young reader, I haven’t slipped into the fantasy realm for a long time. Not since I discovered the paranormal. I always thought of fantasy as dreamy and paranormal as the gritty stuff of nightmares. I guess I prefer to walk the edge of the dark side. The mid-‘60s horror soap opera DARK SHADOWS sealed the deal for me . . . I was paranormal all the way! Sigh, Barnabas Collins, the original tragic hero/villain. I’d tip a glass with him anytime . . . as long as I was wearing a silver cross and the content of the glass wasn’t red. And then there was his werewolf cousin. Quinton. Le sigh . . . I’d tip a pint with him in the foggy burg of Collins Port.
Since there was no PNR when I grew up, I devoured whatever darkish fantasy I could find. A WRINKLE IN TIME sold me on the genre because they fed my active imagination. Then came the Vampire Academy books . . . Because I was young(ish) back then, I never actually wrote more than snippets in the genre to entertain my friends at school. But when I became a published author that desire to sink my teeth into the dark side of romance became too powerful to deny and I approached my editor with what would become one of the two first mass market paranormal books, MIDNIGHT KISS in the mid-‘90s. So, I guess I am a trailblazer.
I plan to start a list of What to Read in Fantasy after checking out your posts . . .


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Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new people each time. The awesome co-hosts for the April 2nd posting of the IWSG are Jennifer Lane, L Diane Wolfe, Jenni Enzor, and Natalie Aguirre!
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WeWriWa: Promises to Keep . . . DAKOTA PROMISES

Nothing like a little (or a LOT) of free time to get things long put off finally done . . . or at least in progress. Having a backlist of 80 titles with 3/4s of them out-of-print nudges one into thinking Why the heck aren’t I getting these books back out there to new readers now that I have the rights back? Well . . . why aren’t I? I’ve got a wonderful virtual assistant chomping at the bit to turn old paperbacks into scanned copy and I’ve got an idea file for new covers. But what I’ve discovered is having all the time in the world is an excuse to . . . waste it. Maybe what I need to do is turn my “spare time” into time to get back to work—for myself, this time. And a great place to start is with the two western historical series I did for Zebra Books as Dana Ransom, one set in the Dakotas and one in Texas. How hard could it be to reacquaint myself with the Prescotts and the Basses? After all, they were practically family for years!
Here's a tease from one of my favorites. DAKOTA PROMISES was the final book of four in that series . . . at least for now.
Goodreads
HE WAS HER PAST The minute Norah Denby first laid eyes on handsome Rory Prescott, she knew her heart would belong to him forever. But the rugged South Dakota cowboy clearly didn't feel the same way about her, and when she realized that as his wife she'd always play second fiddle to his sprawling family spread, Norah took their son and fled east to Baltimore... vowing to make a new life far from the tantalizing memories of her husband's seductive embrace. But fate would soon sweep her back to the Bar K Ranch, reuniting her with the only man she would ever love-and rekindling the flames of an unforgettable passion!
SHE WAS HIS FUTURE Three years apart spent rebuilding the troubled Prescott ranch still hadn't dimmed Rory's wild, consuming desire for Norah. The fiery beauty was everything he'd ever wanted in a woman and a wife... and now that she was back, he didn't intend to lose her a second time. With slow, burning kisses, he'd melt her resistance. And as their passions soared to rapturous new heights beneath searing Dakota skies, she'd discover once and for all that they shared a love meant to be their destiny! The Excerpt 

The sight of Jacob sitting on the front steps fleetingly lifted his doldrums ... until he saw the boy was wearing his Eastern sissy suit and felt the cool bore of his son’s stare. “Morning, pard,” he called with a brave attempt at a smile.

“Good morning, sir.”

Sir, again? Rory frowned slightly. “Thought we might ride on over to the Lone Star to see if we could find you that special horse.”

“My mother and I are taking Mr.  Samuels over to the Indian Reservation this morning.”

“Oh.” He tried not to sound too disheartened as he sank awkwardly down on the steps beside his rigid son. Absently, he rubbed at his knee. “We can do it later. I didn’t know your mama had plans.”

“I don’t think I’ll be needing a horse, anyway.”

“Why’s that?” he asked, pretending not to know ... pretending his heart hadn’t dropped right into his boots.

( . . . and a bit more . . .)

But Jacob wouldn’t answer. He was trying hard not to cry. He didn’t want to talk about the horse he would never have or think about the father that would never be his. Better to pretend neither mattered. After all, the big rough-talking cowboy at his side wasn’t going to stop his mother from taking him away again. Wouldn’t he stop her if he cared?

DAKOTA PROMISES was the final Dana Ransom installment of my four-book Dakota series for Zebra Books. Back in the early ‘90s, the Prescotts were like family to me (until I met the Basses . . . but that’s another story – or five).
Hope to have these award-winning stories available soon!!

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WeWriWa: Only an Illusion . . . DAKOTA DESTINY

With the mechanics in my first artificial knee giving me fits, I’ve been trying to slooow things down to prolong the unpleasant inevitability of having to upgrade with another surgery. It’s not looking (or feeling!) good. I’ve had over ten years of mileage on this one—from up and down three flights of stairs at my old apartment only three weeks after my first surgery to mountain climbing (literally!) only three months after the second one underwent a similar upgrade. But nothing lasts forever. If only . . . sigh. The hero and heroine in both books three and four of my four-book soon-to-be reissued Dakota historical western series written as Dana Ransom, (an award-winner for Zebra Books!) agree with me. Here’s a look inside DAKOTA DESTINY , Book 3 . . .
Soon to be Re-Leased!!!
He was her business . . . Building a life of luxury by conning rich, unsuspecting gentlemen, Norah Denby always kept control of her emotions. But all that changed when rugged rancher Rory Prescott landed at her feet. How could one Dakota cowboy completely undo her common sense?
She was his pleasure . . . Born to choose between loyalty to a grassland legacy and the love of his family, Rory Prescott had always dreamed of one day marrying a lady . . . and now that perfect dream was standing right before him. Except she was a clever schemer performing con games on the rich . . . and was out to steal his fortune. The Excerpt 

It was unnerving that a man could feel so good, could kiss so good, love so good. . . and make her believe in good again. How had it happened? How had he stepped off the Dakota plains and right into her heart? 

The music and magic of the night seduced her, but that was part of Rory Prescott’s charm, too. He made everything change just by being there. He made everything alive and new and exciting. Even the dance, just a simple waltz, was so disturbingly sensual when he moved her through the steps. She could feel the whole length of his body; hard, strong—hers. If she tipped back her head, she would find his hot, dark eyes ready to devour her gaze. How could she keep saying no when the only answer he would hear was yes? 

( . . . and a bit more . . . )

Wasn’t it the answer she wanted to give? Would have given if things were somehow different. If she had an iron-clad guarantee that nothing from her past would ever reach them out here on this prairie empire. If she could be sure he would never, ever find out about the woman she really was—or rather the woman she had been before he woke a conscience up inside her. Or was that a dangerous illusion? One that had her believing she could keep Rory Prescott’s love forever.

Sigh . . . how I love getting under the covers with these older romances to find the fires still burning bright! I guess true love really is eternal! Can’t wait to get these books into the hands of new readers!

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IWSG: If I Could Be Anything/Anyone . . .

Our March 5th IWSG question is: If for one day you could be anyone or any *thing* in the world, what would it be? Give me a minute or a lifetime to think about that . . .
When I was five, that would have been an easy answer – I wanted to be like everyone else! When I started elementary school as the youngest of three girls, my middle sister was three grades ahead. She and my eldest sister had gone to the local elementary in our neighborhood which was mostly middle class. Then, a new shiny school was built in the area’s wealthiest neighborhood. Being on the edge of the district, we had the choice: stay at the old building or go to the new school.
To my mom, education was everything – the doorway to any future we could dream of. So that meant a mile walk or bike ride in every kind of weather to sit in a shiny classroom where we were . . . different. While we were hardly poor, we stood out in our homemade/hand-me-down clothes. Our dad wasn’t a doctor or a lawyer. My mom didn’t stay at home watching soap operas. She worked part-time and took a bus. I shared a bedroom with my middle sister and fought tooth-and-nail to get a storebought outfit to wear to a middle school field trip so I wouldn’t feel . . . less. I dreamed about being MORE. And those imaginings poured out in fantasy stories I shared with my friends - where I was a queen or a famous writer or the savior of the planet. Those fictional worlds were my escape . . . and my future as a multi-published author of 80 titles. I never became ‘famous’ or wealthy, but I was something better than that – a steady provider for my family by doing something I love and there for them whenever I was needed.
So, what else would I be for a day if I could be other than who I am? In my books I’ve been a warrior, an explorer, the savior of the dang planet! I’m good.


The Insecure Writer’s Support Group
Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!
Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new people each time. The awesome co-hosts for the March 5th posting of the IWSG are Ronel Janse Van Vuuren, Pat Garcia, and Liza @ Middle Passages!
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WeWriWa: Wolves at the Door, SWEET TEXAS DREAMS

Not all families are equal, loving and kind as Becca Bass is about to discover when she meets the Northern branch of her mother’s kin in the final (for the moment) book in my Bass Family Saga. She’s run away from her parents’ expectations in Texas to experience the very different world in New York City – a world that is as overwhelming as it is unfriendly. Here’s a taste . . .
Soon to be available for the first time in eBook
SWEET TEXAS DREAMS
Dana Ransom, Book 6 in the award-winning Bass Family Saga
Handsome, sophisticated New York attorney Morgan Daniels is everything shy Texas beauty Becca Bass has ever dreamed of in a man. Although a dangerous mission has brought Daniels west, Becca seizes the chance to escape the searing loneliness of her sheltered life by assuming a dangerous pretense.
Morgan Daniels needs someone to lead him into the desert to rescue his stepfather, a powerful industrialist who has been kidnapped for ransom. The legendary tracker Harmon Bass is injured, but his lovely daughter insists she’s the next best thing…and Morgan is desperate enough to believe her.
Here’s a taste of SWEET TEXAS DREAMS . . .
 The Excerpt 

“Whom have we here?”

The imperious voice shivered like fine crystal. Becca turned toward the speaker, tucking as she did, closer against Morgan’s side.

A tall, thin woman who wore her age like an elegant patina stood in the cavernous foyer quizzing them through thick spectacles. Magnified eyes of a watery blue held as much warmth as an iced-over pond. That didn’t change as Morgan performed the introductions.

“Mrs. Duncan, this is Becca Bass, Amanda’s daughter. Becca, this is your Aunt Millicent.”

Though there was no welcome in the old woman’s stare, a certain change came over it; a slow, speculative gleam that Becca recognized as greed.

( . . . and a bit more . . .)

“Becca, my dear, what a surprise this is. The family will be so thrilled to meet you. I’ll have a room prepared for you at once. Mr. Daniels make arrangements with the staff to have her belongings fetched. Come, child. This is a treat long overdue. Consider yourself one of us.”

Why did that proposal send a tremor down her spine?

Becca looked up one last time to Morgan, her gaze begging a last-minute appeal, but he stood firm and purposefully released her arm. Surrendering her up to the wolves.

Poor timid Becca is about to learn that family doesn’t mean friend.
I can’t wait to get this series back out to readers . . . and to finish a new book in the series featuring Randall, Becca’s hell-raising brother.
Happy Spring!!

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WeWriWa: It Starts With A Sweet Texas Kiss . . . WILD TEXAS BRIDE

Back to my Bass family series . . . and to one of my feistiest heroines. Sarah Bass doesn’t want to wait for her man to ride back for her . . . she plans to chase him down . . . and keep him forever.
He gave her her first kiss when she was thirteen. But now Billy Cooper has taken up with a dangerous gang of outlaws. So seventeen-year-old Sarah Bass dons boots and breeches and rides out to rescue the man she loves from a life of crime. But when they find themselves locked in a shotgun marriage, Sarah must come to terms with the vengeful passions that drive him . . . and with the secret he can’t share with her.
Here's a taste . . .

 The Excerpt 

WILD TEXAS BRIDE, Dana Ransom, Texas series Book 3

“H-howdy, Mr. Bass. This ain’t what it looks like.”

“You trying to tell me I can’t trust what I’m seeing with my own eyes? Is that my niece? Are them your britches she’s got her hand tucked into?”

Billy glanced down in surprise to find that Sarah had indeed nudged her hand under the band of his denims, her palm resting against the flat of his abdomen for warmth. He gripped her wrist and removed her damning touch. Hell, the man might as well have come upon them naked! There was no reasoning with the cold circle of metal pressed into his throat or the cold blue steel of Harm Bass’s gaze as it pinned him to the ground.

“I’m William T. Cooper, sir. I ride with Jack and the rangers.”

“I know who you are. What I want to know is what you’re doing with my niece.”

“Nothing.”

The hammer clicked back on Harm’s carbine. “Try again.”

( . . . and a bit more . . .)

That was it. Billy had had enough. One hell of a day behind him and a short future staring him in the eye. What did he have to lose? He’d probably feel a whole lot better if Harm Bass blew his fool head off!

“Less you’re gonna shoot me right now, get that thing outta my face. I haven’t had so much as a cup of coffee, and I’m in no mood to argue with Sarah’s relatives over what’s none of their business.”

Harm’s eyes narrowed int flinty slits. “Come again?”

Billy sat up, refusing to go to his Maker flat on his back and begging. “You can shoot me now, or we can just wait around and let some of my friends finish the job they started.”

Nothing like a girl with a passel of steely relatives planning to protect her . . . whether she wants them to or not! Can’t WAIT to get this series back in print . . . and finish the final book (maybe!) surrounding Harmon’s son, Randall.
Hope you had a great Valentine’s Day that wasn’t as snowy and cold as mine was!

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WeWriWa: Torn Between Honor and Desire—TEXAS DESTINY

Continuing through my Dana Ransom Bass family historical series, Book 2, TEXAS DESTINY, has one of my most unique and heartbreaking stories of finding love in the wrong places. Jack Bass is a man to whom honor and loyalty is everything. Rescued from certain death at the hands of the Apache by a mysterious white woman living amongst them, he discovers she is the long missing wife of his best friend and Ranger captain. Struggling with his own feelings for her, Jack is determined to return her to her husband—a man who is less than happy to have her back . . . especially after Jack vows to return her half-Apache son to her. Here’s a tease from my soon to be back-in-print star-crossed adventure . . .

 The Excerpt 

A Tender Touch . . .

Jack took hold of Emily and carefully turned her to face him. The sight of her tearstained face unstrung his emotions. “Emily, that’s not true.”

“It is,” she argued with a weary resignation. “It’s what Neil thinks. It’s what those men thought. No white man will ever respect me, knowing what I’ve been through. And no man is ever going to want a woman like me.”

“I do.”

He said that quietly as his hands came up to frame her face. And even as she began to shake her head in denial, he leaned forward to prove it was true. His mouth touched to hers and pressed gently until the fit was perfect. Emily made a soft sound of wonder, and as he pulled back, she gazed up at him with such longing that his will caved in around his heart.

“I know what it’s like to be shut out by circumstances, Emily. I know how much it hurts when those you love don’t love you back. But you can’t give in; you can’t give up. It’ll get better. You have to give it time.”

“I want to believe you,” she whispered.

“You have to believe me, cuz it’s true.”

“Then prove it to me again, Jack. Make me a believer.”

Once I get the pages scanned and formatted by my faithful assistant, I can start working on the cover art. This is one series I can read again and again . . . Sigh!
. . . So what are you working on this wintery week?

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