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Robert's surprise at his fight on Weekend Writing Warriors #8sunday

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From Dancing in Circles - NA contemporary romance. Called out by classmate, Stephan and the football team, Robert faces his challenger - but he has a surprise waiting.




Stephan straightened his shoulders, trying to look menacing. Julie bit her lip as Robert walked towards the group. He'll get killed. He can't possibly fight the whole team.Robert positioned himself in front of Stephan. Both men glared, visually challenging the other person. With a rustle of leaves, several black leather jacketed figures dropped from the surrounding trees and formed a group behind Robert. "Hey, guys, I was wonderin' when ya all was gonna drop in."






Blurb – One born into privilege and a charmed life surrounded by love and family. The other born to a life of violence on the streets as the solemn gang leader of the notorious Shoresmen. A young, idealistic co-ed, Julie, meets a jaded, cold gang member, Robert, and cracks his icy shell, allowing the warmth of her love to awaken his soul.
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5 Stars - Author Victoria Adams does an excellent job at bringing characters to life. I really enjoyed living through Julie's dream of becoming a dancer and her connection with Robert. Yeah, Robert may have gotten himself in the wrong crowd, but he really does portray a compassionate person and in the end he really does grow on you. Can't wait to see the next one in the series!







What’s coming in February on Victoria’s Pages of Romance1 – author spotlight – Anne Hamilton – A Blonde Bengali Wife2 – author spotlight – 3 – Insecure Writer Support Group - #IWSG4 –Thursday  Thoughts  - #ThursThoughts5 –Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets6 –My Sexy Saturday - #MySexySaturday7 –Weekend Writing Warriors - #8sunday8 – author spotlight – 9 – author spotlight10 –Book Hooks - #MFRWhooks11 –Thursday  Thoughts  - #ThursThoughts12 –Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets13 –My Sexy Saturday - #MySexySaturday14 –Weekend Writing Warriors - #8sunday15 – author spotlight – Jenny Harper – Between Friends16 – author spotlight - 17 –Book Hooks - #MFRWhooks18 – Thursday  Thoughts  - #ThursThoughts19 – Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets20 – My Sexy Saturday - #MySexySaturday 21 –Weekend Writing Warriors - #8sunday22 – author spotlight23 – author spotlight24 –Book Hooks - #MFRWhooks25 –Thursday  Thoughts  - #ThursThoughts26 – Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets27 – My Sexy Saturday - #MySexySaturday28 – Weekend Writing Warriors - #8sunday29 - author spotlight

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This week's My Sexy Saturday features Red Tulip #MySexySaturday #MSS126

Welcome to the 126thweek of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme: A Sexy Vampire
 I don't have any vampire stories - so I'm going with a snippet from Red Tulip, which is a romance with a hint of mystery. That's as close as I can get to a vampire.
Scene set - After a day a work - Darcy finds a strange message in the locked gardening shed.


My fingers trembled as I picked up the tulip. How did it get there? Did he put it there?I glanced around the shed. Everything seemed normal. No broken windows. No doors swinging on bent hinges.Darcy, snap out of it. This isn't some fantasy story. I gave myself a small shake, then wet a paper towel, wrapped it around the base of the tulip, locked the gardening shed, and returned home.The subway ride was mind-numbing as usual. Everyday people traveling home from work, lost in their thoughts and problems. A few women glanced at the tulip with a curious gaze. The brilliance of the red petals was eye-catching. Smiles briefly crept across the other passenger's lips. A twinkling of joy in an otherwise drab existence.I gripped the overhanging strap and swayed with the rolling of the car. He'd been a pleasure to behold. The kind of man my elderly grandmother would've called a dapper sort. I never actually knew what she meant by that, but the vision of him in his dark suit, bowler hat and silver tipped cane, clarified the definition.Brushing my finger across my upper lip, I wiped away a bead of sweat. The subway was unusually hot for an early spring day.A tired-looking woman sat near me on the subway bench, holding this month's Vogue. She often rode the same car as I. My nickname for her was Calla. After the Calla lily. She seemed quiet and exotic looking, but proud. Like the flower. 



Blurb - Darcy O'Calahann, a junior gardener from a small mid-western town, is trying to make her way in the big city.Shamus McTavis is a wealthy bachelor with a mysterious family past.Are Darcy's eyes playing tricks on her? Is she losing her mind? Or is there really a Red Tulip tying her and Shamus together?
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What’s up and coming on Victoria’s Pages of Romance31 – Weekend Writing Warriors - #8sunday

I can tell the difference between a mackerel and a man - from Flash Fiction Sunrise #amwriting

I'm multitasking. I've decided to start the rewrite of my flash fiction - Sunrise and get  it ready for publication under the Romantic Flashes series. Sunrise will probably be a 2 book series. 

 Also, I'm participating the the Ruby Slippered Sisterhood which in Jan and Feb holds a writing challenge to score 50 points. You set up how you will collect your points and then try to meet your challenge.
example - 1 point for attending yoga class (because an author has to stay healthy)
2 points for writing a chapter (3 points if it's over 5,000 - lol)
1 point for editing a chapter and putting it on blog 

What is a flash fiction? I belonged to a group that posted weekly prompts that were to inspire us. I added the personal challenge of using as many as I could in my weekly chapters. Some weren't suitable as this is a sweet romance story and some of the pictures or written prompts were on the "hot" side.


Link to Chapter 1

Link to Chapter 2

Chapter 3 - Sunrise.



Befuddlement filled Sian. She blinked and looked again. Somehow, a man was lying on her dock. Bleeding. Retreating from danger, she stepped backwards, unfortunately into the space between the dock and the water. She windmilled her arms in a desperate attempt to grab hold of air to keep from falling. The cool lake water enveloped her.Sputtering, Sian clamoured up the dock's edge, hitched a hip on the boards and wiped the water off her face. "What the…"Her gaze darted left, right and checked the sky. He was gone. But how? Glancing towards the cottage and along the shoreline, she scratched the back of her head. I'm sure I saw blood. He's injured. So he couldn't have run far. "Hello? Are you still here?"The chirp of a bird was the only response. Maybe I dreamed it. Haven't had my morning coffee, yet. Sian rose and hurried to her cottage. After getting the coffee pot percolating, she slipped two slices of gluten-free bread into the toaster.When they popped, Sian slathered them in butter and drizzled on honey. She took a large bite. I miss wheat. But I still have coffee. She filled her mug, took a French Vanilla sip then walked to the large window that overlooked the lake. Enjoying a calm moment, she munched on her toast while drinking her coffee. Drat, no sign of my hallucination. She chuckled. My sexy hallucination. Hmph, I see him for what? Two seconds? And I think he's hot. Speaking of hot, must get back to my work.Sian refilled her coffee mug and walked up the stairs to her loft office. She flipped open her laptop and opened her file Hmmm – Erotic Romance. Clicking on Cover, she took a few moments to gaze at the male model on the cover of her upcoming novel. Sculpted muscles, bronze tan and a six pack leading down to…a towel.His hair's too short. Sian slapped her hands on her desktop and announced to her monitor. "See, I'm not crazy. He was there on the dock. He had long hair and seemed to be built pretty much like this gorgeous hunk of daydreaminess."She rubbed her forehead. "Focus. I need to write another 2,500 words today." She hovered her fingers over the keys, but her gaze wandered out the window and rested on the dock.Should I call the cops? What if he's an escaped criminal? Oh, don't be silly. Focus. She glanced down at her keyboard.His cheek was bleeding and I think there was blood on his arm or maybe his back. What if he'd been shot trying to escape? I should call the police. And tell them what? A man appeared and disappeared on my dock. Hmph. They're gonna want to know what I was smoking this morning.A shadow of a movement caught her attention. OMG! A shiver slithered down her spine. He's still out there. She reached for her cell and pressed 911. When a voice answered, Sian blurted out her concerns.Within a few moments the wail of a siren screeched. Sian smiled. There was an advantage to being a local celebrity and living in a small town. The siren stopped and the sound of car doors slamming made Sian scurry downstairs to her back deck. "Officers. I'm so glad you're here."After Sian explained, they checked out the gazebo, boathouse, dock, garage and inside the cottage. Sian bit her bottom lip. What if he'd been inside the cottage? The officer wearing the Robertson name tag stepped forward and half nodded. "Well Ms. Newel, we've checked everywhere and there's no sign of anyone other than you.""But…"Officer Robertson held up his hand. "You said you were on the dock, early this morning, meditating. So you weren't completely focused. It coulda been a fish jumped up on the dock. You know, chasing his breakfast and got carried away. When you fell into the lake, he probably flopped off the dock and swam away.""The shadow you say you saw was probably a deer slipping back into the forest." The other officer shrugged.Sian did her best to paste a relieved smile on her face. "A fish. A deer. Oh how silly of me. I am so sorry." Yea right! I can tell the difference between a mackerel and a man."No problem, Ms. Newel. We're just glad it wasn't anything more serious. And the Captain asked me to thank you again for the generous donation to the Policemen's Fund." Officer Robertson smiled and tossed her a quick salute.Sian escorted the two officers to their cruiser. "My pleasure. You men do a good job protecting us."She stayed in her driveway and waved until the police car was no longer in sight. "Ok, Sian Newel, enough of this craziness. That book just isn't going to write itself." She marched upstairs to her loft, picked up her mug and took a sip. Ugh! Cold. How about a fresh cup and take my laptop onto the deck? And no excuses, 2,500 words or bust.Placing a fresh mug of hot coffee onto her patio table, she opened her laptop and tapped on the screen to retrieve her file. She rubbed her hands together. "Ok. Lance hasn't made love to Samantha in ten pages, so I have to get them together. They're sitting in a private booth at an exclusive restaurant. Yea, he could easily slide his hand up her leg. She could lick cocktail sauce off a tiger shrimp. Oh, yea, that'll work."As she placed her fingertips on her keyboard, her scream was muffled as a cold hand gripped the front of her throat and another covered her mouth.


What’s up and coming on Victoria’s Pages of Romance30 – My Sexy Saturday - #MySexySaturday31 – Weekend Writing Warriors - #8sunday

Historical romance author Marie Laval and her latest - Blue Bonnets #romance

 Hello Victoria,I am delighted to share with you an excerpt from my Scottish historical romance THE DREAM CATCHER, Book 1 of the DANCING FOR THE DEVIL Trilogy, published by Áccent Press. BLUE BONNETS - Book 2 - is now available for pre-order.
Blurb Can her love heal his haunted heart? - Cape Wrath, Scotland, November 1847.
Bruce McGunn is a man as brutal and unforgiving as his land. Discharged from the army, he is haunted by the spectres of his fallen comrades and convinced he is going mad. And he is running out of time to save his estate from the machinations of Cameron McRae, heir to the McGunn's ancestral enemies. When the clipper carrying McRae’s new bride is caught in a violent storm and docks at Wrath harbour, Bruce decides to revert to the old ways and hold the clipper and the woman to ransom. However, far from the spoilt heiress he expected, Rose is genuine, funny and vulnerable – a ray of sunshine in the long, harsh winter that has become his life.
Rose is determined to escape Wrath and its proud master – the man she calls McGlum. Will she be reunited with Cameron McRae, the dazzlingly handsome aristocrat she married after a whirlwind romance in Algiers, or will she risk her heart and her honour to help Bruce discover the truth about his past and solve the brutal murders committed on his land?

The Dancing for the Devil Trilogy includes THE DREAM CATCHER, BLUE BONNETS - both available now from Amazon - and SWORD DANCE (available in March 2016). http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dream-Catcher...
Here is an excerpt from THE DREAM CATCHER.

Excerpt A giant stepped in front of her. Dressed in black riding boots, black breeches and riding coat, he was so tall and his shoulders so broad the already dark horizon darkened further.      ‘Silence.’      His voice was deep and calm, the voice of a man used to be obeyed. The crowd hushed at once.      He bent down in front of her.      ‘Well, well, who do we have here?’      Even though she could hardly see his face, she felt his eyes bore into hers, and it was enough to make her mind go blank.      ‘Rose…Rose Saintclair.’      ‘Where are the others, your servants, your maids?’      ‘I… I don’t have any.’      ‘Really? That’s a surprise. All right then, come up.’ He held both his hands out.      She hesitated a moment before placing her hands in his. He pulled her up and she flew straight into his arms, landing with a bump against his broad, hard chest. He was so tall she had to tilt her face all the way back to look at him. Her heart skipped a beat, then started bumping fast and loud.      His eyes were grey and framed by dark eyelashes, his nose straight and strong, his cheekbones high and sharp. Thick black stubble covered his cheeks and chin, and his hair flew around his face, the colour of a raven’s wing. There was something dangerous about him, something reminiscent of a brutal warrior from days long gone by.      She wriggled to free herself but he didn't let go and his mouth curved into a mocking smile.     ‘Well, Fàilte, my sweetheart. ‘I’ll say this for McRae. If there’s one thing the rascal can do, it’s pick his fancy women.’      His hand slid from her waist and he patted her bottom.      Her reaction was instinctive. She swung her arm and lifted her hand to slap him. She didn’t have the chance. Without batting an eyelid he caught her wrist.      ‘Steady on, sweetheart. You have a nasty little temper.’      ‘And you have no right to insult me in this way, you vile brute,’ she hissed. ‘I am not Lord McRae’s fancy woman, as you so elegantly put it, I’m his wife!’      She had expected at least a shocked response or a groveling apology but he merely smiled.      ‘It’s all right, gràidheag, you don’t have to pretend.’      ‘Pretend what?’      ‘Pretend you’re married to the man. I don’t care if you’re McRae’s mistress or his laundry maid, if you scrub his back or his dirty shirts.’      ‘I am telling the truth, you stubborn macaque,’ she shouted in frustration. ‘I married Lord McRae in Algiers four weeks ago.’     ‘Please don't scream quite so loud. I heard you the first time. I just don’t believe you.’      ‘What?’      ‘First you introduce yourself as Rose Saintclair, now you’re spinning me a tale about being married McRae. Make up your mind, sweetie.’      He glanced at her hand. ‘I don’t see any wedding band on your finger.’      ‘That’s because Cameron wanted to keep the wedding a secret. Never mind, I don’t have to explain anything to you. Now let go of me.’      She wriggled to break free, but he was still holding her wrist, leaving her no choice but to kick him hard in the shin with the tip of her boot – the very pointy tip of the fashionable new boots she had made in Algiers.      ‘Ouch. Steady on, sweetheart.’      ‘Let go of me, you deranged baboon! And stop calling me sweetheart.’      She kicked him again, harder. He muttered something in a strange, guttural language she didn’t understand and let go of her so suddenly she staggered backward and fell on her bottom on the hard, wet cobbles.      Her breath caught in her throat, her heart beat hard, erratic. Tears blurred her vision as people sneered and clapped around her. She knew McRaes and McGunns were enemies, but she had nothing to do with their feud, so why did everybody here seem to hate her so much? And why was the big hairy brute intent on humiliating her and not believing a word she said?      He stepped closer and offered his hand.      ‘Come on, now, sweetheart. Let’s start again. I think we got off on the wrong foot.’      He sounded contrite but she wasn’t ready to forgive to forgive him. Ignoring his hand, she scrambled to her feet, and straightened her back. Attack was the best defence, her brother often said, and Lucas knew what he was talking about. He was the best scout in the whole of the Barbary States – or Algeria as the French now called her country.      ‘Take me to your master immediately,’ she started in a voice as cold and steady she could manage, ‘so I can ask him to have you whipped for your insolence.’      There was a collective gasp from the people around them. Not looking in the least impressed, the man crossed his arms on his broad chest and arched his eyebrows.      ‘Really?’      She took another deep breath.      ‘That’s what I do to disrespectful servants on my estate, and I can assure you they stop smirking after five lashes.’ That was an outrageous lie, of course, but no one here was to know.      'If what you said earlier is true, then I see McRae chose his bride well.’ The man’s eyes were now hard as steel. ‘You and he are indeed a match made in heaven, or in hell. I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.’ He paused. ‘I’m sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart, but I don’t approve of whipping people, or beasts, for that matter.’      ‘And I don’t care a fig if you approve or not. It is for your master to decide your punishment, and from what I’ve heard of Lord McGunn, he is neither a patient nor compassionate man.’      He arched his eyebrows. ‘I didn’t know I had such a bad reputation.’      Rose’s heart stopped. He wasn’t… he couldn’t be…      ‘I realise I failed to introduce myself. I am Bruce McGunn.’ He bowed his head in a military salute.      ‘You are?’ The words came out as a squeak.      His lips stretched into a tight smile that didn’t warm his eyes.      ‘At your service, my lady. Now the introductions are over, shall we make our way to the Lodge?’
Author BioOriginally from Lyon in France, Marie has lived in the beautiful Rossendale Valley, Lancashire, England, for the past few years and likes nothing more than dreaming up romance stories and handsome, brooding heroes. She writes historical and contemporary romance. Her contemporary romance A SPELL IN PROVENCE, as well as her historical romances, ANGEL HEART, together with the award-winning THE LION'S EMBRACE, and the DANCING FOR THE DEVIL Trilogy (which includes THE DREAM CATCHER, BLUE BONNETS and SWORD DANCE) are all published by Áccent Press.
If you would like to see some of the photos of Scotland that have inspired Marie Laval whilst writing THE DREAM CATCHER, BLUE BONNETS and SWORD DANCE, please go to Pinterest (https://uk.pinterest.com/laval0232/)
You can find out more about Marie Laval and her novels onhttp://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B00A03UV3... https://twitter.com/MarieLaval1and lastly on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/marielavalau...

Historical romance author Marie Laval andher latest - Blue Bonnets #romance

 Hello Victoria,I am delighted to share with you an excerpt from my Scottish historical romance THE DREAM CATCHER, Book 1 of the DANCING FOR THE DEVIL Trilogy, published by Áccent Press. BLUE BONNETS - Book 2 - is now available for pre-order.
Blurb Can her love heal his haunted heart? - Cape Wrath, Scotland, November 1847.
Bruce McGunn is a man as brutal and unforgiving as his land. Discharged from the army, he is haunted by the spectres of his fallen comrades and convinced he is going mad. And he is running out of time to save his estate from the machinations of Cameron McRae, heir to the McGunn's ancestral enemies. When the clipper carrying McRae’s new bride is caught in a violent storm and docks at Wrath harbour, Bruce decides to revert to the old ways and hold the clipper and the woman to ransom. However, far from the spoilt heiress he expected, Rose is genuine, funny and vulnerable – a ray of sunshine in the long, harsh winter that has become his life.
Rose is determined to escape Wrath and its proud master – the man she calls McGlum. Will she be reunited with Cameron McRae, the dazzlingly handsome aristocrat she married after a whirlwind romance in Algiers, or will she risk her heart and her honour to help Bruce discover the truth about his past and solve the brutal murders committed on his land?

The Dancing for the Devil Trilogy includes THE DREAM CATCHER, BLUE BONNETS - both available now from Amazon - and SWORD DANCE (available in March 2016). http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dream-Catcher...
Here is an excerpt from THE DREAM CATCHER.

Excerpt A giant stepped in front of her. Dressed in black riding boots, black breeches and riding coat, he was so tall and his shoulders so broad the already dark horizon darkened further.      ‘Silence.’      His voice was deep and calm, the voice of a man used to be obeyed. The crowd hushed at once.      He bent down in front of her.      ‘Well, well, who do we have here?’      Even though she could hardly see his face, she felt his eyes bore into hers, and it was enough to make her mind go blank.      ‘Rose…Rose Saintclair.’      ‘Where are the others, your servants, your maids?’      ‘I… I don’t have any.’      ‘Really? That’s a surprise. All right then, come up.’ He held both his hands out.      She hesitated a moment before placing her hands in his. He pulled her up and she flew straight into his arms, landing with a bump against his broad, hard chest. He was so tall she had to tilt her face all the way back to look at him. Her heart skipped a beat, then started bumping fast and loud.      His eyes were grey and framed by dark eyelashes, his nose straight and strong, his cheekbones high and sharp. Thick black stubble covered his cheeks and chin, and his hair flew around his face, the colour of a raven’s wing. There was something dangerous about him, something reminiscent of a brutal warrior from days long gone by.      She wriggled to free herself but he didn't let go and his mouth curved into a mocking smile.     ‘Well, Fàilte, my sweetheart. ‘I’ll say this for McRae. If there’s one thing the rascal can do, it’s pick his fancy women.’      His hand slid from her waist and he patted her bottom.      Her reaction was instinctive. She swung her arm and lifted her hand to slap him. She didn’t have the chance. Without batting an eyelid he caught her wrist.      ‘Steady on, sweetheart. You have a nasty little temper.’      ‘And you have no right to insult me in this way, you vile brute,’ she hissed. ‘I am not Lord McRae’s fancy woman, as you so elegantly put it, I’m his wife!’      She had expected at least a shocked response or a groveling apology but he merely smiled.      ‘It’s all right, gràidheag, you don’t have to pretend.’      ‘Pretend what?’      ‘Pretend you’re married to the man. I don’t care if you’re McRae’s mistress or his laundry maid, if you scrub his back or his dirty shirts.’      ‘I am telling the truth, you stubborn macaque,’ she shouted in frustration. ‘I married Lord McRae in Algiers four weeks ago.’     ‘Please don't scream quite so loud. I heard you the first time. I just don’t believe you.’      ‘What?’      ‘First you introduce yourself as Rose Saintclair, now you’re spinning me a tale about being married McRae. Make up your mind, sweetie.’      He glanced at her hand. ‘I don’t see any wedding band on your finger.’      ‘That’s because Cameron wanted to keep the wedding a secret. Never mind, I don’t have to explain anything to you. Now let go of me.’      She wriggled to break free, but he was still holding her wrist, leaving her no choice but to kick him hard in the shin with the tip of her boot – the very pointy tip of the fashionable new boots she had made in Algiers.      ‘Ouch. Steady on, sweetheart.’      ‘Let go of me, you deranged baboon! And stop calling me sweetheart.’      She kicked him again, harder. He muttered something in a strange, guttural language she didn’t understand and let go of her so suddenly she staggered backward and fell on her bottom on the hard, wet cobbles.      Her breath caught in her throat, her heart beat hard, erratic. Tears blurred her vision as people sneered and clapped around her. She knew McRaes and McGunns were enemies, but she had nothing to do with their feud, so why did everybody here seem to hate her so much? And why was the big hairy brute intent on humiliating her and not believing a word she said?      He stepped closer and offered his hand.      ‘Come on, now, sweetheart. Let’s start again. I think we got off on the wrong foot.’      He sounded contrite but she wasn’t ready to forgive to forgive him. Ignoring his hand, she scrambled to her feet, and straightened her back. Attack was the best defence, her brother often said, and Lucas knew what he was talking about. He was the best scout in the whole of the Barbary States – or Algeria as the French now called her country.      ‘Take me to your master immediately,’ she started in a voice as cold and steady she could manage, ‘so I can ask him to have you whipped for your insolence.’      There was a collective gasp from the people around them. Not looking in the least impressed, the man crossed his arms on his broad chest and arched his eyebrows.      ‘Really?’      She took another deep breath.      ‘That’s what I do to disrespectful servants on my estate, and I can assure you they stop smirking after five lashes.’ That was an outrageous lie, of course, but no one here was to know.      'If what you said earlier is true, then I see McRae chose his bride well.’ The man’s eyes were now hard as steel. ‘You and he are indeed a match made in heaven, or in hell. I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.’ He paused. ‘I’m sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart, but I don’t approve of whipping people, or beasts, for that matter.’      ‘And I don’t care a fig if you approve or not. It is for your master to decide your punishment, and from what I’ve heard of Lord McGunn, he is neither a patient nor compassionate man.’      He arched his eyebrows. ‘I didn’t know I had such a bad reputation.’      Rose’s heart stopped. He wasn’t… he couldn’t be…      ‘I realise I failed to introduce myself. I am Bruce McGunn.’ He bowed his head in a military salute.      ‘You are?’ The words came out as a squeak.      His lips stretched into a tight smile that didn’t warm his eyes.      ‘At your service, my lady. Now the introductions are over, shall we make our way to the Lodge?’
Author BioOriginally from Lyon in France, Marie has lived in the beautiful Rossendale Valley, Lancashire, England, for the past few years and likes nothing more than dreaming up romance stories and handsome, brooding heroes. She writes historical and contemporary romance. Her contemporary romance A SPELL IN PROVENCE, as well as her historical romances, ANGEL HEART, together with the award-winning THE LION'S EMBRACE, and the DANCING FOR THE DEVIL Trilogy (which includes THE DREAM CATCHER, BLUE BONNETS and SWORD DANCE) are all published by Áccent Press.
If you would like to see some of the photos of Scotland that have inspired Marie Laval whilst writing THE DREAM CATCHER, BLUE BONNETS and SWORD DANCE, please go to Pinterest (https://uk.pinterest.com/laval0232/)
You can find out more about Marie Laval and her novels onhttp://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B00A03UV3... https://twitter.com/MarieLaval1and lastly on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/marielavalau...

From Circles Divided - Robert's put in a tough place on this week's Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor

From Book 2 of Circles Trilogy - Circles Divided. Robert has been called to the prinicpal's office. His school tuition has been paid for the entire year. Robert refuses the payment.



"I've spent all my time as Shoresmen leader keepin' clear of being indebted to a drug lord. A lot of my reputation comes from the fact that I owe nothin' to no one. I don't wanna accept this and find out the money's bad. I'd lose all my credibility." He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. "Gawd, don't even wanna think about what might happen then."The principal leaned forward and rested his hands on his desk. "Do you really think someone would try—"





Is the love of a girl from wealthy Westland and a street punk from the slums of the Shore strong enough to surpass all that life will throw at them and forge a life together? Is Julie willing to sacrifice her childhood dream of becoming a professional dancer for the man she loves? Is Robert willing to lay down his ties to the gang in order to hold onto his new found love?
Sacrifices must be made, but will they be enough?
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What’s up and coming on Victoria’s Pages of Romance28 – author spotlight - Marie Laval – Blue Bonnets29 – Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets30 – My Sexy Saturday - #MySexySaturday31 – Weekend Writing Warriors - #8sunday

Thriller/Psychological thriller/Crime thriller - The Edge of Sanity by Sheryl Browne #mustread

THE EDGE OF SANITY BY SHERYL BROWNE
Title of Book: The Edge of SanityGenre: Thriller/Psychological thriller/Crime thrillerRelease Date: 29th April 2014Publisher:  Safkhet PublishingThe Edge of Sanity - How far would YOU go to protect your family?A decent, ordinary man, a man who has already suffered the loss of one child, Daniel Conner is forced by extraordinary circumstances into being a hero. Tortured, forcibly drugged—heroin still pulsating nauseatingly through his veins—his wife and daughter degraded, Daniel knows their kidnapper is beyond reasoning with. But does being pushed one step beyond endurance justify doing the unthinkable?
High on drugs, indebted to his supplier, and desperate, Charlie Roberts takes Daniel's wife and daughter hostage. Daniel does everything within his power to rescue the situation bloodlessly. Eventually though, Daniel realises that with or without violent mood swings induced by amphetamines and cocaine, Charlie Roberts is a psychopath. He wants more than Daniel's money.
He wants him.
The Edge of Sanity: a harrowing story of hope amid loss and betrayal.Shortlisted for the Crime, Thrillers & Mystery SpaSpa Book Award for books published in 2014.

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Heartache, humour, love, loss & betrayal, Sheryl Browne brings you edgy, sexy, poignant fiction. A member of the Crime Writers’ Association, Romantic Novelists’ Association and shortlisted for the Best Romantic e-book Love Stories Award 2015, Sheryl has seven books published and two short stories in Birmingham City University anthologies
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Historical/time-slip romance - While I was Waiting by Georgia Hill #romance

WHILE I WAS WAITING BY GEORGIA HILL
Genre: Historical/time-slip romanceRelease Date: 2/7/15 (e-pub) 10/9/15 (print)Publisher:  Harper ImpulseTired of her life in London, freelance illustrator Rachel buys the beautiful but dilapidated Clematis Cottage and sets about creating the home of her dreams. But tucked away behind the water tank in the attic and left to gather dust for decades, is an old biscuit tin containing letters, postcards and a diary. So much more than old scraps of paper, these are precious memories that tell the story of Henrietta Trenchard-Lewis, a love lost in the Great War and the girl who was left behind.
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I used to live in London, where I worked in the theatre. Then I got the bizarre job of teaching road safety to the U.S. navy – in Marble Arch!A few years ago, I did an ‘Escape to the Country’. I now live in a tiny Herefordshire village, where I scandalise the neighbours by not keeping ‘country hours’ and being unable to make a decent pot of plum jam. Home is a converted Oast house (Old agricultural building used for drying hops), which I share with my two beloved spaniels, husband (also beloved) and a ghost called Zoe. I’ve been lucky enough to travel widely, though prefer to set my novels closer to home. Perhaps more research is needed? I’ve always wanted to base a book in the Caribbean!I am addicted to Belgian chocolate, Jane Austen and, most of all, Strictly Come Dancing.

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A jump forward in Dancing in Circles on Weekend Writing Warriors #8sunday

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From Dancing in Circles - NA contemporary romance. A student has challenged Robert to a fight after school. Julie and her friends chat about it.



Francine checked her manicure. "Are we going to watch Stephan trounce that punk?"Julie shook her head. Heather and Jennifer grabbed her and pulled her along. They worked their way to the front of the crowd and stood close to where Stephan and a pack of football players had clustered."You know, Tricia," Julie turned to face her. "This is all your fault.""I know. Isn't it great having two men fight over you?" She shimmied.








Blurb – One born into privilege and a charmed life surrounded by love and family. The other born to a life of violence on the streets as the solemn gang leader of the notorious Shoresmen. A young, idealistic co-ed, Julie, meets a jaded, cold gang member, Robert, and cracks his icy shell, allowing the warmth of her love to awaken his soul.
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5 Stars - Author Victoria Adams does an excellent job at bringing characters to life. I really enjoyed living through Julie's dream of becoming a dancer and her connection with Robert. Yeah, Robert may have gotten himself in the wrong crowd, but he really does portray a compassionate person and in the end he really does grow on you. Can't wait to see the next one in the series!


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On this week's My Sexy Saturday - I offer the gift of a red tulip #MySexySaturday #MSS125

Welcome to the 125thweek of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme: My Sexy Shifter
I don't have any shifter romances, but I have a quirky little romance with a little bit of mystery in it. 


Movement to my left caught my attention. A large, old car, a Rolls Royce I think, parked at the edge of the lot. The front door opened and a chauffeur exited. Cool. I wonder which celebrity is getting married today?Although not in full flower, the early spring gardens did make a striking backdrop for wedding photos or model shoots. A tingle shot from my belly to my toes when he stepped out of the car. I turned my head, pretending to focus on the ducks, but I watched as he exited the car, strolled down the grass, sat on the nearest bench and smiled.Oh, good heavens. Is he following me? Like a stalker? I gave myself a little shake. Don't be stupid. He probably just wants to watch me feed the ducks.I struggled not to glance back and meet the emerald green gaze. I had a job to do. Brushing my hands against my work pants, I returned to the cart and proceeded with my day.Twelve flowerbeds cleaned. I was tired, but proud. Tomorrow, Jacobs and I could begin the planting, and soon the gardens would be alive with blooms. As I reached the gardener's shed, I checked to see if, maybe, the Rolls was nearby. Or, possibly the man with the emerald gaze sat on a nearby bench. Both the parking lot and bench were deserted. No one but the ducks and me were in the park at this time of the day.Sighing, I inserted the key into the lock for the big door and drove the cart inside. A splash of colour on the wooden bench made me gasp. I jumped out of the cart and picked up the note resting beside the flower."I offer the gift of a red tulip."



Blurb - Darcy O'Calahann, a junior gardener from a small mid-western town, is trying to make her way in the big city.Shamus McTavis is a wealthy bachelor with a mysterious family past.Are Darcy's eyes playing tricks on her? Is she losing her mind? Or is there really a Red Tulip tying her and Shamus together?
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What’s up and coming on Victoria’s Pages of Romance24 –Weekend Writing Warriors - #8sunday25 – author spotlight – Georgia Hill – While I was Waiting26 – author spotlight – Sheryl Browne – The Edge of Sanity27 –Book Hooks - #MFRWhooks28 – author spotlight - Marie Laval – Blue Bonnets29 – Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets30 – My Sexy Saturday - #MySexySaturday31 – Weekend Writing Warriors - #8sunday