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Teaser Tuesday: A twisted tale

Here's a teaser from Christine Bell's The Twisted Tale of Stormy Gale, a steampunk time travel historical romance novella:


We'd intended to arrive three days before the harvest fair began. Early enough to set my plan into motion and take care of some details, but not so early that we'd have to stay in the nineteenth century for very long.



Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following: Grab your current read Open to a random page Share two (2) "teaser" sentences from somewhere on that pageBE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn't give too much away! You don't want to ruin the book for others!)Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT with either the link to your own Teaser Tuesdays post, or share your 'teasers' in a comment here (if you don't have a blog). Thanks!

Lots of giveaways today!

Think Mondays are awful? I'm here to help! *grins*
Throughout the day, I'll be posting at LASR's New Release Party Pavilion, to celebrate my four new releases: The Magic of Lavender, my paranormal romance novelSan Francisco Dreams, my historical romance novellaJust the Right Amount of Wrong, my interracial contemporary erotic romance novella andthe upcoming release of Rock Bottom, my contemporary romance novel.
To brighten up this Monday, I'll be giving away an ebook of each to one commenter, so I hope you'll pop over and join me there! I'll leave the giveaway open until Saturday, so you don't have to worry if you're late to the party. :)
Today, HEA Reviews was gracious enough to feature The Magic of Lavender in its Spotlight Giveaway, so you have a second chance to win an ebook there by leaving a comment. 
Come on over and join the party!

Goodies coming up!

No Six Sentence Sunday today! I think I'm going through withdrawal, lol.

Tomorrow's a busy day! I'm participating in the LASR June New Release Party, where I'll be giving away some goodies. :) 

And at HEA Reviews, my latest release, The Magic of Lavender, will be in the giveaway spotlight. You don't want to miss it!

On a more personal note, today we would have celebrated my Dad's 89th birthday. It's hard to believe it will be two years this fall since he's been gone. He still feels very much a part of our lives. Happy birthday, Dad. We love you!

Giveaway at Spacefreighters Lounge

To celebrate the release of Chosen - her 20th release! - Barbara Elsborg is at Spacefreighters Lounge, holding a giveaway. 
Pop over and help Barb celebrate this auspicious occasion. You might just win an ebook! I'm heading over there myself. :)
On Monday, I'll be at both HEA Giveaway Spotlight and at LASR's Party Pavilion with a few giveaways of my own. 

At HEA, I'm giving away a PDF of The Magic of Lavender, my latest paranormal romance novel. At LASR, I'll giveaway another copy, plus one of my contemporary interracial erotic romance, Just the Right Amount of Wrong, and my historical romance, San Francisco Dreams. Hope to see you there! And there too. :)

New cover for Romancing the Hero!

I am so excited to share this cover! It's gorgeous, don't you think? :)
I'm so grateful to The Wild Rose Press, and to Diana Carlile, who designed this beautiful image. 
Now I'm eagerly awaiting a release date, but in the mean time, here's the story blurb for Romancing the Hero:
For romance writer Jody Feather, love is wonderful—on the page.  Her books are instant bestsellers and readers love her delectable hero, Jake Emerson. He's the kind of man who knows exactly how to please a woman. The kind of man who doesn't really exist.  Or at least not for Jody—she's too busy writing about delicious heroes to find one of her own.
When a man shows up on her doorstep claiming to be Jake Emerson, Jody's hormones shoot sky high.  This would-be hero is everything she imagined him to be, and when Jody takes him to her book signing, readers swoon.  But Jake only has eyes—and compliments—for her.  Before long, Jody stops doubting his story and starts doubting her sanity.
When Jake convinces her she is overdue for love, Jody begins to wonder—instead of just writing about adventures, has she conjured one?

First Chapter: The Magic of Lavender

The Magic of Lavender Book One of The Goddess Connection                                                                               Chapter One For two years, Jocelyn Gibson's main companion had been her dog, Taz, but now strangers arrived steadily at her door. Costumed as witches and vampires, cowboys and clowns, guests stood in the front room clutching their drinks, eyeing the door as if ready to bolt. That is, when they weren't eyeing the faded wallpaper or worn carpeting. Or eyeing her. Most probably came to ogle the woman foolish enough to buy the broken-down B&B. Her friend Annie said a few had even asked her if Joss was crazy. Joss had to laugh, and repeated Gram's saying: she might be crazy, but not insane. With a glance in the foyer mirror, Joss adjusted the golden leaves in her hair. On a tight budget, the cream top, cream skirt cinched with a gold scarf, bronze eye shadow and lipstick sufficed to complete her golden goddess outfit. Way to make a first impression, Joss. The doorbell chimed over their conversations. Joss pulled open the door and sighed in relief. "Oh Aunt Lydia. Thank goodness." Now the party would pick up. Her aunt entered with a flourish of silken orange and red skirts and shawl that set off her auburn hair. She swept past Joss, then halted abruptly, palms open to the air, eyes wide as she scanned the rooms with a look of concentration and awe. Joss braced herself. So Lydia felt it too. The undeniable vibrations sizzling up from the very ground. As if she hadn't noticed Joss before, her aunt's loud greeting carried across the foyer. "Jocelyn, my dear." Lydia rushed toward her with open arms and crushed her against her ample bosom, then held her at arm's length. "I'm not late, am I?" Her aunt relived her theater days in any crowd. "No, you're right on time." To save this party from an early death. Her aunt had offered to give readings, and so would entertain some partiers. Lydia's hands went to her heart when she noticed the grandfather clock. "You kept it. I'm so glad." "I'll never part with it." How could she? Hand carved by her grandfather for Gram, it displayed the correct time, but never chimed the right hour. Not since– "Darling, when you first told me about your purchase, I thought you'd gone mad. Buy a ramshackle bed and breakfast? But oh." Lydia clasped her hands, her smile assured. "Now that I'm here, I know." "It doesn't look like much now, but—" Her aunt leaned close. "It drew you here. The energy is palpable." She murmured, "But you must be careful. Others will be drawn here seeking to tap into its force too." A curious warning. "What do you mean?" Lydia grabbed Joss's arm, her trembling clutch tightening. This was no act. "What's wrong?" Closing her eyes, Lydia moaned. "Oh, it's… overwhelming." "What is?" In alarm, Joss squeezed her aunt's quaking hand. As the door opened, Lydia opened her eyes. Gusts of wind blew inside, gaining in intensity. They riffled through the black and scarlet flowers, made the candlelight flicker in a wild dance, and sent the paper decorations whirling. Shimmering white lights swarmed inside. They played across the walls and ceiling as if reflecting a thousand tiny mirrors. Or as if a flock of glowing wild creatures had broken in to wreak havoc. The shining figures swarmed everywhere, though no one else appeared to notice. Except for Taz, who pricked up his ears and trotted along with the light display, barking happily. The fae. It took away Joss's breath to see them enter her home. Only once before had she witnessed it. From the dark porch, a man in black emerged and stood in the foyer. From behind the black eye mask, his gaze darted to follow the lights. He pulled the door shut and the air stilled. The shimmering figures flocked to the window in the front room and disappeared. The scene returned to normal. Lydia's breath shook. "Him." Joss didn't need her aunt to tell her this man was different than most. Since moving in two weeks ago, she'd found herself drawn to the window for another reason – the veterinary practice down the road. A cloud of emotions roiled above it like a summer storm, a confusing swirl of auras: grief and longing, anger and loneliness. All emanating from the owner. Eric Hendricks. A widower, Annie had said. Handsome enough to be a movie star, but ruined, she'd warned, by his wife's tragic loss. He never socialized. People said his curt manner was a side effect of grieving. Annie had been dead on about his looks. Through the black eye mask, Eric's steely glance pierced Joss's, his brow furrowed beneath a tangle of dark hair. His intense assessment shocked her to a halt, electrifying as a Taser to her nervous system. He walked toward Joss in what seemed like altered time. Capturing her gaze, his gait slowed. Heat twined through her like a wisp of smoke above smoldering embers crackling to life. She wasn't ready for that type of burn yet. **** Never had Eric felt like such a fool. He should have dressed the part—clown, jester, harlequin. Black made him more conspicuous rather than less, but he had no idea how to assemble a costume. While paying for his vitamins at the drug store, the cheap black face mask caught his eye, and he'd tossed it in with his items without thinking. Everything leading up to this moment, in fact, he'd done without thought. He'd simply gotten dressed and driven here as if he'd planned to all along, when he had no idea why he'd come. Costume parties made him more uncomfortable than regular ones. Yet here he was, standing in the foyer of the old bed and breakfast, awkward as a teenager at the prom. In utter contrast, there stood his new neighbor Jocelyn Gibson, angelic in white and gold. Looking at him in wonder and surprise. Probably thinking him a lunatic. He'd glimpsed her a few times in passing the bed and breakfast. What would make a single woman want such a Victorian horror? Perfect for Halloween, at least. Inhaling a reinforcing breath, Eric moved stiffly in her direction. A few minutes, he'd stay. That was all. Then he'd slip out, he hoped with less fanfare than he'd arrived. Strange. He'd thought fireflies died out weeks ago, but they'd swarmed in front of him like a glimmering cloud. Funny no one but Jocelyn Gibson and the woman standing beside her had noticed. And the border collie. To his dismay, she glided toward him. Paralyzed, he could only stare as she approached. Candlelight caught the gilded leaves woven through her hair, the golden chains at her wrists. Her white tunic, leggings and split skirt revealed enough of her curves to tantalize him to distraction. A few steps away, she halted. "You're here." Even in the dim light, she had a glow about her. "You're luminous." He snapped his mouth shut, a vain attempt to stem the flow of any more errant thoughts. Rose tinged her golden face. "It's the glitter makeup. You're Dr. Hendricks, aren't you?" "Right." Tonight, he wished he were anyone else. Someone with no history, who could start fresh, not mired in his past. "It's so good to meet you. I'm Joss Gibson." He searched for something witty to say, something to ease the awkwardness. In five years, the most he'd said to a woman was hello. They'd already covered that. Instead, he drew out his wallet and handed her a bill. "Everything looks great." Except for the woman in the short white dress covered with bright red hearts. Staring at him. Was that the diner waitress, Sheree? What the hell was she supposed to be, a clown? Lifting her chin, Joss smiled. "It's kind of a last hurrah for the old place before we start renovations." "Oh." He'd never been one for small talk, and never was it more painfully obvious to him than now. Joss glanced away. "I'm sorry you don't approve." "It's not that." Right now, he was surprised he approved of most everything about her. Before he could explain, the older woman reappeared next to Joss. Her auburn hair fought the red of her lips, pursed as her gaze cut into him with sharp assessment. She gave a tsk, and in a throaty voice, said, "Oh my." Joss shot her a warning glance. "Aunt Lydia, this is Dr. Eric Hendricks." "Doctor." Her tone caressed the word like a favorite pet. He held out his hand. "A veterinarian. Nice to meet you." Encasing his hand in hers, she turned it over, and traced a finger across the center of his palm. "Oh yes. Come with me." Turning, she tugged him through the crowd. With Frankenstein steps, he rigidly followed. Glancing back at Joss gave him no reassurance. Frowning, she might have been irritated with him, or her aunt, he couldn't tell. They passed underneath paper bats fluttering from the hallway ceiling. Small carved pumpkins leered at him with crooked fiery smiles from atop book shelves. Sheree turned as he passed. "Eric? Where are you going?" Good question. It seemed futile, but he had to ask. "Where are we going?" "The future awaits for those who dare to seek it," Lydia said over her shoulder. Near a small wooden table holding cards and a candle, she dropped his hand and plopped onto the chair behind it. "Sit. Then please shuffle these." She waved toward the chair opposite, scooped up the cards and handed them to him. "Clear your mind and shuffle the cards," she urged. Might as well. It would at least hurry this along so he could disappear into the crowd again. Or out the door. He did as she asked and set them on the table. "Fan them out and then select five cards." Surely she didn't intend for him to take this seriously. Still, he slipped five from the rest. "I don't…" "Shhh." Concentrating on the cards as she laid them out, her eyes widened. Her audible gasp made him lean closer. "What?" He tilted his head to read their titles: The Tower. Judgement. The Fool. The Lovers. The Moon. Clucking her tongue, she frowned. "Oh." She leaned closer. "Oh my. Most unusual." He tensed. "What?" What sort of trickery was she up to? Her voice softened. "You've been through an ordeal. But your loneliness will soon end. Great happiness awaits, after a terrible trial." "You don't know what you're saying." The accident had ripped all his happiness away when it took Karen. Nothing could be worse than that. "Of course I do. I'm never wrong." Lydia's gaze slid to the room's entrance. Eric glanced over to where Joss spoke with Charlie Fulton, dressed in painter's overalls. Some costume. Lydia intoned, "Tonight is a fateful night." The ominous statement settled over him like a mist. Fate had never been kind to him before. "Why?" She leaned forward, candlelight sparking in her brown eyes. As if revealing a great secret, she said, "Your life is on the verge of great change toward a destiny you cannot avoid. Finding your true soul mate." His heart twisted as if pierced. He jolted out of the seat. "No." "Oh yes. It's all here." She splayed her hands across the cards. Stupid parlor trick. That's all this was. Maybe some other fool wanted to hear such words, but not him. Pushing away from the table, he strode to Joss, who poured green liquid into the punch bowl. "What the hell is that?" After ladling some into a glass, she held it up. "Drink some and find out." "It looks disgusting." But smelled citrusy. His fingers closed around hers, and the tiniest jolt sparked feeling through his hand, like deadened tissue reanimated. With a gasp, she slipped her hand away. "Don't judge things you don't know about." Wincing, he sipped. His taste buds danced in delight at the refreshing fizzy drink. "Good, isn't it?" Her tone held a challenge. Unlike his evening. "Your aunt shouldn't play at things she doesn't know." Her shoulders stiffened. "My aunt does know. She's been reading tarot and palms since before I was born." She turned the corner and disappeared down the hall. Following, he caught her arm and spun her around. "She shouldn't meddle. Not where people's feelings are concerned." Towering over her, his senses sharpened, emotions surging along his veins with a buzz. Every impulse urged him to press her against the wall and taste her golden skin. His hands itched to explore her curves. Her lips parted, and hovered open for blissful seconds. "I'm sorry." Her whisper hit him like a gale-force wind. It broke whatever spell he was under, and he stepped back. "No. I am." For coming here. A glance to the other room revealed her aunt staring with an odd expression. Pity? Self-satisfaction? He couldn't get away fast enough. Outside, he ripped away the mask and let it fall to the ground as he got in his truck. The only thing fateful about tonight was its social disaster. The fate he seemed doomed to relive over and over. **** The arrival of more guests drew Joss to the foyer again. Another matronly witch and an older man wearing a checked flannel shirt, jeans and boots stepped inside, followed by a princess and a boy in a fabric turtle shell. Joss recognized the girl as one of the riders whose horses boarded in the stable. After greeting them and pointing them toward refreshments, she returned to Lydia. "Sorry about that." "Don't apologize. It's wonderful you have so many guests." Lydia fingered the scarlet and black flowers in the vase on the table. One woman stood in the archway to the front room, her bright-eyed glare directed at Joss. Wearing a short white shift adorned with large red hearts, the woman held a wand topped with a glittering red heart. Confused by her malevolence, Joss approached, and fought to overcome the negativity emanating from the woman. "Did you try some of the booscotti?" The woman squared her shoulders. "I'm not hungry, Mrs. Gibson," came her familiar nasal reply. Recognition finally hit. The girl who worked at the diner in town. "Sheree?" At her curt nod, Joss forced a smile. "I love your costume." Sheree's gaze darted her length. "Likewise." What could be her problem? The woman wielded her wand like a weapon, ready to strike. "Please come in and make yourself at home." Her narrowed eyes swept the room as if suspecting an ambush, then she moved stiffly away. "Thank you." Joss went to Lydia. "That was really weird." Lydia whispered, "Be careful of her." "Who, Sheree? I can't imagine why." Could she be nervous the inn would take away some of the diner's business? Though Joss would have liked to think so, Sheree's vibes told Joss otherwise. Business had nothing to do with it. The waitress directed her bad feelings at Joss personally. Had she unintentionally insulted Sheree? She'd barely met the woman. Leaning close, her aunt spoke sternly. "I warned you to watch for others who seek the power of this place." More guests entered, and Joss had to excuse herself. She left Lydia deeply inhaling the air. Joss couldn't deny the charged atmosphere had been one of the reasons she'd bought the place. Not to tap into any lines of power, not for herself anyway. For the lavender field she planned, maybe. Joss needed the garden to thrive so the inn would too. Waving to the costumed guests on the porch, she recognized Tom Larsen in his jodhpurs and riding jacket. The stable manager set her nerves on edge. He spoke too harshly to the horses, and they rebelled at his touch by tossing their heads and pinning their ears. "Welcome." Joss extended her hand. "I'm so glad you could come." He grunted. "Where's the bar? Drinks are included, right?" She pointed him toward the refreshments table. "Yes. It's such a bargain, isn't it?" Tonight they wouldn't make enough money to cover their expenses. The value would be in gaining recognition for the great food. So far, Annie's werewolf cupcakes, booscotti and goblin cheese ball had all but vanished. Tom grunted and reached in his pocket and handed her the bill. To her relief, the arrival of a cowboy and cowgirl nudged Tom ahead. Following, Joss welcomed a princess and prince, a jester and wench, and two clowns. "Jocelyn." Aunt Lydia waved furiously. "What is it? Shh, Taz." What had gotten into him? The fur on his neck stood up, and the dog growled beside her. Maybe the same thing that had gotten into Eric Hendricks, she thought with a rueful glance toward the door the veterinarian had slammed on his way out. So strange. Normally a look allowed her to sense at least a mood. To see the person inside. Not with Eric Hendricks. Emotions, pent up for years, churned within him and shifted faster than light. Strength emanated from him, in his firm stance and gentle touch. More than that: power, though she couldn't quite discern what type. Beyond that, her senses failed her. "The question is who," Lydia said. "That man, standing with the Queen of Hearts. Or princess, whatever she is." Following her aunt's gaze, Joss froze in skin-crawling fear. "I don't know. And I don't want to." He moved like a shadow, furtive and with the illusion he was underwater. Beneath his black face mask, red flashed in his eyes. When his gaze passed over her, so did a wave of dizziness. Her heart flipped, and her stomach churned as if she rode a roller coaster through the dark, not knowing where the turns ahead lay. The dog growled more fiercely. Grabbing hold of his collar, Joss gasped. "I wish he'd just leave!" She wished with all her heart. Go! A deep rumble shook the ground. The windows rattled in their frames. Guests cried oh! and clutched at their chairs, or one another. "What's that?" Joss wished it would stop, and it faded away. Lydia glared, and rushed toward Sheree, now standing alone. "Where did he go?" Glancing around, Sheree said, "I have no idea." She held a hand to her head. "I don't feel well." Taz sniffed at her tentatively, cringing as if she might strike him. Arching a brow, Lydia said, "I imagine you wouldn't. You should not dabble in darkness until you understand the risk. What did it say to you?" "It?" Joss asked in alarm, and searched the crowd to be sure he didn't linger there. Sheree held a hand to her stomach. "I think I'm going to be sick." "You should leave," Lydia said. "Now." "Yes. I need to go home." Sheree headed toward the door. "Please Lydia, she was a guest." But Joss knew the man with her wasn't. "What's going on?" Tugging her to the end of the hall, Lydia said, "You could be in danger, my dear." "That makes no sense." Yet somehow, she knew it was true. Lydia's shoulders slumped. "I must call your grandmother. It's time you knew." "Gram? Knew what?" What was her aunt going on about? "Your family heritage." Taking out her cell, Lydia pressed Gram's name. **** Driving down Yellow Breeches Road, Sheree cursed. "I hate this town. No street lights on these back roads." Her head still spun. The gusty wind blew so many leaves, she switched on her windshield wipers. "I want to move someplace warm." A man's deep chuckle echoed. "That can be arranged." Screeching, Sheree hit the brakes. "Who said that?" A black figure materialized beside her. "Aw. Forgot me so soon?" She'd like to. The jerk made her skin crawl. She'd never seen a costume that could make a person appear to shift through the shadows. He probably wasted a fortune on it. "Were you in the back seat? What are you doing in my car?" Sheesh. Talk to a guy for one minute at a party, and he thought he could take liberties. As if bored, he sighed. "The question is, how badly do you want your veterinarian friend?" She should demand this guy get out of her car. He seriously creeped her out. "What do you care?" How did he know anyway? He hooked an elbow behind the seat. "I don't. Except that I might be able to help you. If you help me." Sure, there was always a catch. "Help how?" "Which? Help you, or help me?" he prodded. "Both." Her patience had waned. Tired and queasy, she wanted to go to bed. Something about this guy frightened her, but if he could help her get Eric, she'd at least hear him out. "The gentleman I work for is interested in the property we just left. If you could distract Dr. Hendricks, my employer would have a better chance at gaining control of it." "Control? You mean buy it?" Would Mrs. Gibson sell so soon? Oh… she might, if the situation grew too uncomfortable. Sheree noticed the gleam in Joss's eyes when she looked at Eric. A gleam Sheree wanted to turn to ice. With a smug smile, the man said, "Something like that." Get to the fine print. "So what would I need to do?" He spoke with a casual air. "Become our ally. Report to us on the goings-on of the town. Especially the inn, and its proprietress." No harm in that, was there? But this sounded too easy. "But how would that help me get Eric?" When the man smiled, the air in the car grew hot. And smelled like something burning. Something awful, like rotten eggs. "Let's just leave that to us, shall we?" he sneered, easing closer. Sheree's vision blurred. She fought to murmur, "I don't know." Red flashed in his eyes like flames. "Of course you do. You want Eric so badly, you'll do anything, won't you?" She felt compelled to answer, "Anything." "I thought so." His voice trailed into a hiss. Gripping the steering wheel, Sheree touched her forehead to it. "Anything." She imagined walking hand-in-hand with Eric, him stopping to pull her close, bending to touch his lips to hers. A knock on the window startled her. A state trooper stood outside, his grimace suspicious. "Great." She opened the window, her mind racing with possible excuses. "Everything all right, miss?" "Yes, officer. I'm a little dizzy, that's all." Stupid! Now he'd think she was drunk. Straightening, he sighed. "Right. Step out of the car please." "Both of us?" How would she explain this guy to a police man? His appearance went way beyond any Halloween costume. She didn't even know his name. The officer crouched again and scanned the interior. "Pardon?" "Do you want us both to get out?" She glanced over at the passenger seat. It was empty.

The Magic of Lavender - Amazon Kindle
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Casting Call: The Magic of Lavender

This has never happened before, but when I was writing this novel, the hero and heroine I envisioned are married in real life. I didn't know it until after I'd finished and began searching for images for the two. Maybe it's kismet. :)
I've long admired Diane Lane for her qualities - she can be a strong heroine with a bit of insecurity, but her strength always surfaces when the situation calls for it. My own heroine of The Magic of Lavender endures quite a bit of upheaval in her life, and struggles with it, but gracefully. Diane Lane's classic beauty is perfect for Joss - she can literally dig in the dirt but cleans up to goddess standards nicely. :)
The hero, Eric Hendricks, starts out a bit stoic. Like Joss, he's widowed, and has closed himself off to hope for another lasting love. Of course, when he meets Joss, it rocks his world. :) Josh Brolin's both cool and hot, and fits Eric perfectly. Josh has had many different looks over his career span, but this pic's Eric all the way. :)
The character of Gram is both hard as nails, and soft as, well, a grandmother's embrace. 
Judi Dench has those qualities and so much more. For a senior, she can be a kickass heroine when needed.
Now, the Lord of the Underworld requires someone versatile. Someone who can play cunning and charming with equal verve. 
Christopher Walken fits that bill. He's handsome, but you never want to turn your back on him . :)
Finally, Sheree - the demon waitress. Yes, this role also requires someone who can inspire sympathy or revulsion. Someone beautiful, sexy and quirky. That someone is Helena Bonham-Carter.

The Magic of Lavender now available!

This full length paranormal romance is out now on Amazon and Smashwords - yay! I'm very excited about it. This is the first in The Goddess Connection series. Every woman should be treated like a goddess!

I have several more novels in this series in mind to follow. In each, the heroine will be somehow connected to a goddess. Her lifelong quirks will become strengths once she finds her true place in the world, and accepts herself for who she really is.

In The Magic of Lavender, Joss is related to the goddess Iris. Conflicting tales exist about this goddess - she's either the Messenger of the Gods, or Goddess of the Rainbow. I used a little of both. :)  Many figures from Greek mythology appear in this story. I'm a research nut, and love to incorporate cool myths and legends.

Here's the blurb:
Jocelyn Gibson forgot about the realm of magic. But it never forgot her. Gram always told her: don't ignore your magical gifts, it will insult the family. But Joss didn't realize her gifts included channeling the energy of powerful ley lines. Or that her family included a goddess. Family connections come in handy when the Lord of the Underworld kidnaps local vet Eric Hendricks. He's an amazing lover, but Joss didn't know she loved him until too late. With a little help from the Goddess Iris, Joss defends the new life she's forged, and helps save the town of Boiling Springs from destruction. Once Eric escapes Hell, can she stop loving him to keep him safe?

I hope you'll check it out!





It's out now on Amazon and Smashwords - yay! I'm very excited about it. This is the first in The Goddess Connection series. Every woman should be treated like a goddess!I have several more in mind to follow. In each, the heroine will be somehow connected to a goddess. Her lifelong quirks will become strengths once she finds her true place in the world, and accepts herself for who she really is.In The Magic of Lavender, Joss is related to the goddess Iris. Conflicting tales exist about this goddess - she's either the Messenger of the Gods, or Goddess of the Rainbow. I used a little of both. :)Here's the blurb:Jocelyn Gibson forgot about the realm of magic. But it never forgot her. Gram always told her: don't ignore your magical gifts, it will insult the family. But Joss didn't realize her gifts included channeling the energy of powerful ley lines. Or that her family included a goddess. Family connections come in handy when the Lord of the Underworld kidnaps local vet Eric Hendricks. He's an amazing lover, but Joss didn't know she loved him until too late. With a little help from the Goddess Iris, Joss defends the new life she's forged, and helps save the town of Boiling Springs from destruction. Once Eric escapes Hell, can she stop loving him to keep him safe?I hope you'll check it out!

A little bit wrong for Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks, as always, to those who stop by each week! Your comments really mean a lot.
This week I'm switching to my contemporary interracial erotic romance, Just the Right Amount of Wrong, just released on Amazon and Smashwords - yay! To set this up, Sara Mullaney's putting together a business plan to help local farmers. In high school, she'd been in love with Ravelo Pena, who her parents said was all wrong for her. Until she can launch her business, she's working as a restaurant server, and gets a surprise one night:

"Mierda santa," murmured a man, who quickly added more loudly, "I did." The familiar deep voice wound down her spine. She froze when she met the dark stare of Ravelo Pena. That stare – like black diamonds – always cut her to the core. Especially at close range. She completely agreed with his first statement: holy shit.


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First Chapter; Just the Right Amount of Wrong

Just the Right Amount of Wrong

 Chapter One
Arriving for her evening shift at The Brick Oven, the sight of cars jamming the parking lot might have made Sara Mullaney's coworkers groan. But Sara saw what no one else could: possibility. The economic downturn had hit this area of North Carolina hard, from restaurants to farmers. But with a vision for the future honed since high school, she knew how to make them both strong again. Her plan was already taking shape. Pulling her long blonde hair into a ponytail, she rushed to the employee entrance and pressed the buzzer. "Hey Kev." She flashed a smile at the server who opened the door. He closed the door behind her. "Oh good, I thought maybe everyone called off tonight." Hanging up her jacket, she threw a glance over her shoulder. "Not Amy again?" He scowled. "And Jared." "Damn." With that crowded dining room, she wouldn't have a moment of rest. "Can't we call someone else in to cover?" He arranged six plates on a tray and hoisted it to his shoulder. "Tried. Apparently everyone's out." Or checked caller ID before answering. Sometimes she hated college kids. Especially because she wanted to be one again. "We'll be fine." Her false bravado drew a lopsided grin from Kevin before he pushed through the door to the dining room. It faded as he passed the manager. Mr. Walker bustled in. "Sara, deliver these dinners before they get cold. The hostess filled in and took orders, but she can't do it all night." Ignoring his slight, she grabbed a tray and stacked plates onto it. Food still steaming, she noted. Pointing that out to Walker would be a useless exercise. "Right away." She hustled into the noisy dining room toward Table 16, to the left of the bar. Setting the tray on the stand, she balanced four plates and carried them to the table. "Sorry for the wait, folks. Who had the steak?" "Mierda santa," murmured a man, who quickly added more loudly, "I did." The familiar deep voice wound down her spine. She froze when she met the dark stare of Ravelo Pena. That stare – like black diamonds – always cut her to the core. Especially at close range. She completely agreed with his first statement: holy shit. What the hell was he doing back in town? The blonde to his left leaned into him. "Mine is the shrimp scampi, if you were wondering." A none too subtle reminder to get moving. Sara set the dishes on the table. Shrimp, rhyming with pimp, and trampy. Okay, that was a stretch, but with her brassy hair and Botoxed complexion, that's how Sara would've remembered her order. "Here you go. Fettuccini alfredo?" As she passed the other plates, she felt the weight of his intense gaze but managed to avert her own. "Anything else?" Ravelo's brow spiked up. "Yeah." The tray slipped in her hand. The last time he looked at her that way, his hand had snaked down her panties. The next week, he'd left for college. She hadn't heard from him since. So much for eternal devotion. "Yes sir?" He visibly stifled a smirk and held up a beer bottle. "Another one of these." "I'll have a margarita." The blonde arched her brows too, but not in appreciation. "Coming up." Supressing her sigh, Sara couldn't get away fast enough. A man at Table 18 across the aisle sneered, "We need someone to take our order here." "Be right with you." People at a few other tables watched with angry stares, the hostile-hungry look Sara dreaded. As she passed, the man grabbed her arm. "We've been waiting twenty minutes." Shrugging from his grasp, Sara forced a polite tone. "I apologize for your wait. We're short staffed tonight." The man opened his mouth, but let out only a grunt, narrowing his eyes while raising his head. She didn't need the man to say anything else. Her body sensed every inch of Ravelo standing behind her. Rav spoke in a low, controlled voice. It conveyed danger, but also provocation. "If you expect any service, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself." Yeah, like Ravelo had, she wanted to add, but blanked her expression, not revealing nervousness or annoyance. Nothing but patience. Like the boss said, the customer was always right, even if he was an asshole. It took more control than usual when Ravelo's presence caused her body temperature to rise a few degrees. "Now look here, boy." The man shifted his big belly around the table as if to rise. Boy? Sara stepped toward him, and shot a glance at Ravelo, not long enough to get lost in his deep, dark eyes, or imagine those buff biceps locking around her. He'd grown up quite nicely. The bastard. To Rav, she whispered, "Please sit. I'll take care of this." In a normal tone, she added, "Thank you, sir. I'll be right back with your drinks, if you stay seated." She stressed the last. To the others, she said, "And I'll take your orders next. Can I get you anything from the bar in the meantime?" Not that assholes improved with alcohol, but the man might temporarily forget his hunger. Her breath uncurled as Ravelo returned to his table, though not before shooting a hard glare at the man. Though he stayed silent, Sara found it almost impossible. She'd grown tired of those who'd lived in town all their lives and leapt at any opportunity to prove their superiority. Rav used to cringe whenever anyone called him 'boy.' After taking their drink order and heading for the bar, her neck hairs prickled at hearing the man mutter, "Slimy jerk. I'd like to take him down a peg or two." Unbelievable that the same prejudices they'd dealt with as kids still existed. An uneasy glance reassured her Ravelo might have changed. Oblivious to the jerks across the aisle, he tilted his head toward the woman speaking close to his ear. His gaze locked with Sara's, sending a shot of warmth through her sure as an injection of tequila through her veins. No, nothing had changed for her either, dammit. Though he'd neatly forgotten her years ago. After her scholarship ran out, she'd come home while he finished college. Waitressing paid the bills while she took night classes, but Ravelo appeared to be on the fast track to success, leaving them worlds apart. Sara glanced at his blonde companion. Yep, he'd moved on in every way. Delivering the drink orders, she found it ironic some might now see her as a failure, while he enjoyed success. Her parents wouldn't see it that way. They'd made her life hell while she dated him in high school, never tiring of listing aloud the myriad ways in which Ravelo Pena was wrong for her. At the time, she didn't care if Rav was wrong for her. He made her happier than she'd ever been. She brushed away those thoughts. In time, she'd turn things around. She had plans. "Have you decided on dessert?" She swept her gaze around the table, holding Ravelo's a little too long. The blonde bristled. "I've decided I want another waitress." Stunned, Sara kept her tongue, and her temper, in check. Rav leaned away. "I think we're done." No need to remind her. His disappearance long ago had made it abundantly clear. The woman's icy glare made Sara's blood boil. Did she view her as competition? Or white trash? She hoped for the chance to someday prove neither was accurate. Flipping her hair behind her shoulder, the blonde sighed. "Yes, let's get the hell out of here." To where? Her place? The sting of imagining their silhouettes against a bedroom window surprised Sara. "I'll be right back with your check." Already, this night felt too long. Turning toward the kitchen, she instinctively swatted at the obnoxious man's arm as he reached for her again. "Hey bitch." The table shook when he struggled to a stand. "If you think I'm paying to be treated like lowlife, think again. Let's go." Sara could hold back no longer. "Is that your scam? Harass the waitress for a free meal?" Hurrying toward them, panic filled Kevin's face. "Everything all right here?" He tilted his head with an imperceptible nod toward the kitchen. While the customer ranted at Kevin, a glance revealed what he meant to warn her: Mr. Walker hastened toward them through the aisles. Despite Kevin's soothing tone, the customer's voice rose. Yeah, the guy intended on a freebie, and apparently wasn't about to give it up without a fight. Walker ushered them all to the exit. "We're very sorry. It won't happen again." He shot Sara a sharp glance. The prompt for her to jump in any time with an apology. Steeling herself, she returned his sharp glance. Fat chance. "I won't be manhandled." Or belittled by management. To her disappointment, Kevin stood silent. The manager's chest swelled, and he spoke on a heavy sigh when the customer renewed his argument. "We'll comp your meal. This time." Biting her lip, Sara couldn't hold back a frustrated breath before brushing past. "I have to ring up a bill for a paying customer." His tone cool and snide, the man called, "The one you'd rather be manhandled by?" Heat flashed across her face. The son of a bitch. Only the manager's glare held her in check, but she silently challenged Mr. Walker to defend her. He didn't. Humiliation burned deep. She kept her focus on the floor while delivering the slip to Ravelo's table. "Thank you. Have a great night." Hers was shot to hell, with no hope of improvement. It worsened when she cleared a table in the next aisle, watching in her peripheral vision as Ravelo and company moved toward the exit. Allowing herself a full glimpse, tension left her when he aimed a warm smile at her. The plate she held slipped onto the floor, shattering. "Damn." Bending, she swept the bits with a napkin. Kevin appeared with a broom and dustpan. "What's with you tonight?" Not Ravelo. The sudden image of her sitting beside him at the table where the other blonde had sat arrested her. No, he obviously preferred his women a little more brittle these days. She let the movements of Kevin's sweeping clean away that thought too. "Good question." She thought she'd put the past behind her. She never expected it to slam home again. **** Just past midnight, the last customer left the restaurant. "Finally." A hot shower to strip the stink of this place from her, and a warm bed, and Sara would be content. Kevin helped her clear the last two tables. "Throw your dishes in my bucket." Her head snapped up when the manager called "Sara," from the front desk. With a good-natured wink, Kevin scooped up the last of the silverware. "Can't escape the lecture." Unfortunately. Sighing, she wiped her hands on the rag. "Don't wait for me." His grin faded. "Are you sure?" After Sara had mentioned how dark the employee parking spaces at the back of the lot had grown since spring filled out the tree branches and blocked the light, Kevin had walked Sara to her car. Tossing her napkin atop the pile of dishes, she sighed. "Yeah. This could take awhile. Have a good one." Hoisting the bucket, he grinned. "Good luck." Patience would be better. She might unleash her frustration on this jerk. "Yes?" His chest billowed, but he only briefly met her gaze. "I'm disappointed in your behavior tonight." "My behavior?" Anger flashed to the surface. He sharpened his tone. "We can't afford a bad reputation. I'm going to have to let you go." "You can't be serious." No other decent-paying restaurant in twenty miles would hire her. They weren't hiring, period. With finality, he stressed, "Completely serious." "Mr. Walker—" He held up a hand. "Clock out. We'll mail you your final pay." "You prick." The words escaped before she could contain them. "You stood there and apologized to that asshole knowing full well he was wrong." "Clock out, Sara." Walker looked down his nose at her. "Now." "Gladly. If you can't treat your workers with any respect, I don't want to work here." Striding to the kitchen, she tried not to think of the bills waiting to be paid. Leaning against the stainless steel counter, Kevin straightened. "How'd it go?" About the same as the rest of this night. After inserting her time card into the machine, she filed it into the rack for the last time. "He fired me." "No way." Frowning, Kevin fell into step with her. His kindness made the rest of the ugliness appear worse. "I was going to quit anyway." After a year or so. "Hey, if you need a place to crash, you're always welcome at my place." Putting on a brave face, she felt her smile go crooked. "Thanks." She pulled him into a hug, which turned awkward when his release came slower than hers. "I guess I'll see you around." Lightning streaked across the sky as they stepped outside. Spattering drops quickly turned to a downpour. Pressing the button on her keychain, she sprinted toward her car's headlights and climbed inside. Shifting into first, she honked the horn and pulled out, trying not to notice the gas gauge hovering at a quarter of a tank. One more thing to worry about. Too much had been left to chance lately. Maybe being fired was a good thing. Her plans would either work, or not. But now she'd be forced to learn the truth, either way.
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