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CiCi Cordelia (aka: Char Chaffin and Cheryl Yeko)https://...

CiCi Cordelia (aka: Char Chaffin and Cheryl Yeko)



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CiCi Cordelia is the pen name for the writing team of me ...

CiCi Cordelia is the pen name for the writing team of me and my BFF Char Chaffin, and we are building a Street Team. 

Interested in joining the fun? CiCi would love to have you on board! 

Hop over to CiCi's Cohorts and check us out... 

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RODEO KING by CiCi Cordelia FREE May 14-16 only! If you l...

RODEO KING by CiCi Cordelia FREE May 14-16 only! If you love westerns be sure to check out The Substitute Wife, Book 1 of Brides of Little Creede. Amazon: https://pjj52.app.goo.gl/TFYE7bn6K5d6... ~Always FREE on Kindle Unlimited~

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Enjoy This Excerpt:
As Caleb walked down the mostly deserted streets, everyone inside drinking, having dinner, or shopping, with a few stragglers wandering about, he glanced at his watch. Six-thirty. There’d be time to catch a bite and a beer before grabbing a room. He might look up Mason. Word was his old buddy still lived here, and had the veterinary clinic he’d always dreamed of.Good for him.A tight knot curled in Caleb’s gut. He should have kept in contact with Mason, but he’d let their friendship fall away after sleeping with the man’s sister. He raked his fingers through his hair and blew out a strained breath.When did I become such a bastard? But he knew. It was the moment he’d slipped from Rosemary’s bed and hightailed it out of town.Now in serious need of a drink, Caleb hoofed it down the street toward the local brewpub. It was a warm, muggy evening and his shirt stuck to his back as he approached the pub. He licked his dry lips, eager to taste the cold brew. As he headed up the sidewalk, a door flew open a few buildings from the pub, and a man stepped out, calling his name.Caleb turned slightly and recognized Mason standing just outside the door under a sign lettered with ‘Mason’s Veterinary Service.’He set his suitcase down again. “Damn, Carmichael,” he said, grinning, “how the hell are you, man?”Mason’s expression darkened ominously and Caleb lost his smile.Well, I guess that answers that question.When Mason came toward him with murder in the tense lines of his body, Caleb didn’t even try to defend himself as the man brought his fist back and swung at him. He deserved the beat-down he was about to take. It wasn’t a glancing blow and pain radiated through his jaw as he fell onto his ass. His Stetson flew off his head and landed on the sidewalk.He stared up at his former friend as he fingered his jaw, rotating it to see if it was broken. It wasn’t. Not yet, anyway. “Feel better?”Mason stormed toward him, reaching down to grip the front of his shirt, and jerked him to his feet. The movement sent fire shooting through Caleb’s leg and he gritted his teeth against the pain.“Not by a long shot, you son of a bitch.” Mason reared back to punch him again.Caleb narrowed his eyes, but didn’t fight back, although anger bent the edges of his control. He’d let Mason get in a few more punches before he defended himself. It was the least he could do after sleeping with his pal’s baby sister.But Caleb’s patience only went so far . . .“Mason. Stop!” The feminine voice shot across the semi-darkness and both men froze.Mason glared at him. “You have no goddamn idea what you did, do you, asshole?”Caleb couldn’t help it as images of making love to Rosemary flooded his mind. He chuckled. “I’ve got a pretty good idea.”Yep. He really did deserve the next punch Mason threw his way, reconnecting with his aching jaw and sending him back a few feet, though he managed to remain standing. The force of the blow made him bite hard on the inside of his cheek.“Mason, no!” Rosemary rushed toward them.A different woman’s voice called from the same direction. “Hit him harder next time, Mason.”Caleb spat blood. “Are we done?”“Not even close,” Mason growled.Rosemary grabbed her brother’s arm and tugged. “Mason, don’t, damn it.”Caleb shifted his gaze to Rosemary, and every muscle in his body seized along with his breath, as she flipped her long, wavy hair over one shoulder. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. He wanted to bury his hands in those thick red locks and take her sweet mouth in a kiss. Her heart-shaped face held a healthy freshness, her lips plump and rosy, but her figure now fully a woman’s, generously curved in all the right places.His body responded to her lush beauty, just like it always had, and he was thankful for the dim light as he shifted slightly to relieve the pressure under his button fly.Another woman he recognized from high school had come up behind her, but he couldn’t recall her name. A little boy held her hand, his small frame tucked against her leg.Regret filled him. They were fighting in front of a kid. He turned back to Rosemary, ignoring her brother completely. “Hi,” he said softly, his heart pounding fast.Her mouth tightened. She didn’t act happy to see him, and rather than return his greeting, she glanced up at her brother. “Let’s just go.”Go? Hell, no! Caleb didn’t want her to leave, he just wanted to stare at her a little longer. She was like candy to his soul and he was starving for her. By the hard expression on her face, she didn’t want a damn thing to do with him.And who could blame her? What had he been thinking, walking away from this woman?Mason’s posture relaxed as he glanced over to the woman and little boy. His kid?Caleb hadn’t heard about Rosemary’s brother getting hitched or anything.“Mommy, can we go home now?” the boy asked in a soft voice.“In a moment, sweetheart,” Rosemary replied gently.Caleb’s world went black, and for a moment he couldn’t breathe as his legs shook beneath him, the implication of what just happened like a crowbar to the kneecaps.He turned toward the little boy, peeking out from behind the woman who still held his hand. Inhaling sharply, Caleb stared into eyes that mirrored his own, a child wearing his face and shocking red hair like his mother’s.His son.

LOVING A HERO, Hero Series-Book 3: Now Available at Amazon

JEALOUSY:Stan allowed emotional baggage from his childhood to ruin a relationship with Shelly. But when she finds herself in danger, she reaches out to him for protection. Given this second chance, he’s determined to win her back, while keeping her safe from a stalker.
SECRETS:Growing up an orphan, Shelly spent her teenage years looking for love in all the wrong places. Pregnant at eighteen, she swore off men to raise her daughter. Years later, the one man she finally gave a chance to broke her heart. But when danger strikes, he’s the first person she turns to.
TRUST:Can two people overcome their tragic pasts and find a future together?


Amazon Buy Link: www.amazon.com/Loving-Hero-Book-3-ebook/dp/B079H3VVLH 
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Enjoy this short excerpt:

Stan sat next her, close enough his thigh pressed against hers. He stretched one long arm across the back of the couch, peering down at her with a bit of concern, a hint of anger, and a whole lot of desire swirling in his silvery gaze.

"I— Um." She took a deep breath and almost moaned with delight at the familiar scent of his musky cologne she'd always loved. He's not for me, remember. With much effort, she managed to get her rioting emotions under control. 
He’d hurt her, and she shouldn’t forget that. "I'd like to hire you to find my stalker and make him stop."

"I'm not taking your money." His expression turned deadly. "But I'll sure as shit stop this guy."

Scooting back, she came up against the arm of the couch. Her eyes narrowed. She wasn't a charity case. "I can pay you for your services, Stan."

There was a moment of silence as he studied her, and she fought the urge to squirm. He picked up a few strands of her hair and gently rubbed them between his finger and thumb. "You're more than a client to me, Shelly. I care about you. And even though you dumped me, your safety matters."

Shelly opened her mouth to deny dumping him, because it sounded so bad, then pressed her lips together before saying anything. Because she had broken up with him.

Totally his fault.

If you read LOVING A HERO an Amazon review would be GREATLY appreciated. 



Enjoy the Romance!
-Cheryl

Top 100 Amazon Bestseller!

Don't miss the rest of my Hero Series. Available at Amazon: www.amazon.com/gp/product/B079K55J24

LOVING A HERO, Book 3 of my Hero Series - Available for Pre-Order

Just a quick note to tell you a little about my new release!



Buy Link: www.amazon.com/Loving-Hero-Cheryl-Yeko-ebook/dp/B079H3VVLH 
Blurb:

JEALOUSY:
Stan allowed emotional baggage from his childhood to ruin a relationship with Shelly. But when she finds herself in danger, she reaches out to him for protection. Given this second chance, he’s determined to win her back, while keeping her safe from a stalker.

SECRETS:
Growing up an orphan, Shelly spent her teenage years looking for love in all the wrong places. Pregnant at eighteen, she swore off men to raise her daughter. Years later, the one man she finally gave a chance to broke her heart. But when danger strikes, he’s the first person she turns to.

TRUST:
Can two people overcome their tragic pasts and find a future together?

I also have a short excerpt for you.

San Francisco Review of Books: Book Review: 'Realm of the Dragon' by Cici Cordeli...

San Francisco Book Review: 'Realm of the Dragon' by Cici Cordeli...


Another great review for Realm of the Dragon, by CiCi Cordelia (aka: Cheryl Yeko and Char Chaffin) Book 1 of The Soul Mate Tree Series. :) Available at Amazon: www.amazon.com/Realm-Dragon-Soul-Mate-Tree-ebo…/…/B01N7GYVBT - Look for all 12 magical stories!


Enjoy this Excerpt:
Free to ponder, as his mother had urged, Kord shook off the troublesome feeling of being torn in several directions. He knew his parents worried, and he couldn’t avoid the inevitability of choice much longer.Royals had strict duty to family and kingdom. Kord’s mate had been near her time of majority when he’d traveled to Anglican to meet her. The kingdom in an uproar, her tearful parents had met him with the devastating news of her death. Instead of a joyous announcement of impending joining, he’d returned to Draconian alone. His dragon had been uncharacteristically silent since that fateful day, and Kord missed his beast’s conversation.Enough, he thought bitterly, saddened and angered by the loss of a mate he never knew.Refusing to dwell on things he couldn’t control, he cleared his mind of the memories and dove lower, seeking what enjoyment he could muster from the day.Suddenly, something dropped onto his back, between his wingspan. Something cold and soft. Something that had limbs . . . and smelled unfamiliar. Not of this realm.“What the demon?” He banked quickly as he felt the lightweight, chilled lump slide precariously to the left. Worried it might fall—whatever it was—Kord maneuvered gingerly, until he could descend safely into an open pasture.He touched down lightly over the bumpy ground-scrub, careful to avoid jostling his unknown burden, turned his head to glance behind him . . .And stared disbelieving at a vision from a dream.

A Promised Remembered! Book 6 in The Soul Mate Tree Series

The Soul Mate Tree
Editors: Cheryl Yeko and Char Chaffin

A Promise Remembered
By Erin S. Riley


THE LEGEND OF THE SOUL MATE TREE:

I am old, I am ancient, my purpose is clear
To give those who are needy a treasure so dear.
They who come to my roots, touch my bark, stroke my leaves
Find the soul of their lives if they but believe.
When I call and you listen, your prize will be great
If your heart remains open and you don’t hesitate.
Do you yearn? Be you lonely? Is your time yet at hand?
Reach for me and I’ll give to you. I’m yours to command.
For your trust, for your faith, keep my secrets untold
And I’ll gift you forever, to have and to hold.


An ancient legend spanning eras, continents, and worlds. To some, it’s nothing more than a dream. To others, a pretty fairy tale handed down through the generations.
For those in critical need of their own happy ending, a gift.
Two souls entangled in an eternal echo of true love . . .


Rowan and James have been drawn together in every existence since the beginning of time. But love's sweet promise is cut short after an unthinkable tragedy strikes two young families, shattering the bond in this lifetime. 
Is love stronger than death? Can Rowan and James find another way to each other? Against all odds, a forgotten promise is remembered and kept, reuniting two souls destined to be together.


BUY LINK :https://www.amzn.com/B071H9TRP7/ 

Book Trailer for The Soul Mate Tree: https://youtu.be/VjxyyD3TVoA

Trailer for A PROMISE REMEMBERED: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oXFV-LppyE&feature=youtu.be
SHORT EXCERPT: 
Rowan opened the closet door, jumping back as the hinges squeaked, and gazed around the empty space. It was an old fashioned small closet with a single hanging bar and a shelf on top. There were no visible signs of rodents. 
Scratch, scratch, scratch. 
The sound was coming from under the floor, it seemed. She knelt carefully, keeping her can of compressed air at the ready, as she examined the wooden floorboards. Looking closer, she furrowed her brow. The blemish was nearly seamless, but she could tell the floorboards had been cut. Despite her fear of the rodents, her curiosity was piqued. Was there actually a secret compartment hidden in the closet floor?
Rowan used her fingernails to pry up the end of one of the floorboards, peering down warily in case the mouse decided to jump out at her. After removing two more boards, she used the flashlight on her phone to examine the dark hole. No beady red eyes stared back her. The secret compartment in the floor contained only what appeared to be a dusty shoebox.
Rowan sprayed some compressed air around to be safe, then pulled it out the box marked Airwalks, men’s size twelve. Carrying it closer to the window, she sat down on the floor to lift the lid. 
There wasn’t much in it. A crumpled pack of Marlboros, so old the tobacco had fallen out of the cigarettes. A lighter. Several baseball cards. A pencil drawing of a large tree, drawn by someone who was by no means an artist. A well-worn Playboy magazine with Pamela Anderson on the cover. Rowan glanced at the date—1997. 
A wave of sadness washed over her. She must have found the secret stash of Bella’s long-dead brother. Poor kid. It seemed oddly intrusive touching the private things of a dead boy, and Rowan hastened to put everything back where she found it. But the sound of something rolling in the box caught her attention, and she peered in.
A stick? A small twig half the size of her pinkie was in the bottom of the shoebox. Why had the dead boy put a stick in his secret shoebox? Despite herself, she reached in to pick it up. 
Energy prickled through her body, like a shot of expresso, quickening her pulse and her breathing. She heard a noise behind her that sounded like a gasp of surprise, and turned sharply to find she was no longer alone in her bedroom. Rowan screamed as she leapt to her feet.
A man stood in the middle of her bedroom, blocking her only exit. Tall, dark haired, lean yet muscular, he was nearly naked, wearing what appeared to be bicycle shorts. How had he gotten in her room? What was he going to do to her? With a sick sense of panic, Rowan remembered Bella saying her ex had been a crazy stalker. Had he returned to kill them both? 
“What the . . .?” The man’s voice was deep and grumbling as he glared at her with displeasure. “How the hell did you get in my house, Rowan?”
Rowan backed up, still gripping the stick, and desperately looked around for a weapon. “How do you know my name?” she squeaked.
He stepped closer, his broad shoulders and naked chest now very close to her face. She got a whiff of aftershave as she peered up into angry green eyes that seemed startlingly familiar. Blinking in confusion, she dropped her gaze for a moment, which unfortunately landed on his ripped abs and the trail of fine hair that lead down toward the low waistband of his bike shorts. 
Oh, they weren’t shorts. They were underwear. An angry man who somehow knew her name was standing in her bedroom wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxer briefs.
“How do I know your name?” he echoed unbelievingly. “Are you on something?” Confusion lanced his face as he looked around the room. “What did you do to my bedroom?”
He took another step in her direction, reaching out as though to touch her. Rowan screamed, dropping the stick, and bent to pick up the discarded can of compressed air with the intention of bashing him in the face with it. But when she looked up, he was gone. 
ABOUT ERIN S. RILEY:
Erin S. Riley has an undergraduate degree in psychology and a graduate degree in clinical counseling. She is a board certified lactation consultant and has had extensive training in maternal-child health. Since Erin was a child, she has been fascinated with human nature and what motivates behavior. She enjoys reading—and writing—suspenseful, complicated love stories that take the reader on an emotional journey and end in happy tears.
Erin is the author of the Sons of Odin Series: Odin’s Shadow; A Flame Put Out; and Oath Breaker.http://tinyurl.com/erinrileybooks (amazon page)https://www.facebook.com/erinsrileyro... (facebook page)https://erinsriley.wordpress.com/ (website)@erinsriley1 (twitter)

Make Me A Match, The Soul Mate Tree Book 5 by Mackenzie Lucas

Mackenzie Lucas is an avid reader of genre fiction. She writes contemporary and paranormal romance and listens to an eclectic mix of music. She loves a good story, whether it’s an erotic short, a full-length romance novel, or the narrative slice-of-life found in country music. In any story, emotional integrity and authenticity are most important to her as well as a big dose of romping hot sexual tension. She enjoys smart-mouthed, sexy heroines, hunky alpha heroes who know how to take care of their women, and plot twists that surprise her, but most of all, she just wants to experience the satisfying emotional arc of a character falling in love and finding what he or she needs most in life.
Mac is a small-town country girl with a world traveler's heart. She grew up in the Allegheny Mountains of Pennsylvania and she’s lived in Dublin, Ireland, within throwing distance of New York City in Long Island, and now in the Washington, D.C. area. She obtained her undergraduate degree in English Literature from DickinsonCollege and received her M.F.A. in Writing Popular Fiction from SetonHillUniversity. She’s currently an author, a writing coach, a mother, and a wife.
With Mackenzie Lucas—whether you’re reading her light paranormal romance or her small-town-based contemporary romance—you’ll always find a heart-warming love story about connectedness, community, and emotional authenticity. And, no, it doesn’t hurt that all her heroes are panty-melting gorgeous alphas and all their sexy, sensually aware heroines know how to stand up to them, give no quarter, and love them just as they are.
THE LEGEND OF THE SOUL MATE TREE: I am old, I am ancient, my purpose is clear To give those who are needy a treasure so dear. They who come to my roots, touch my bark, stroke my leaves Find the soul of their lives if they but believe. When I call and you listen, your prize will be great If your heart remains open and you don’t hesitate. Do you yearn? Be you lonely? Is your time yet at hand? Reach for me and I’ll give to you. I’m yours to command. For your trust, for your faith, keep my secrets untold And I’ll gift you forever, to have and to hold.
An ancient legend spanning eras, continents, and worlds. To some, it’s nothing more than a dream. To others, a pretty fairy tale handed down through the generations.
For those in critical need of their own happy ending, a gift.
Widower Mark Cage needs help getting a date with a cute kindergarten teacher, only the last person on earth he’d ask is Athena Sullivan, Essence’s resident dating guru. Yet, Mark doesn’t have much of an option when his teenage daughter forces his hand and purchases a matchmaking package for him with the sexy relationship coach.
Sparks fly as Athena polishes Mark’s manners and helps him become dating savvy. Unfortunately, Mark begins to realize too late that the woman he thought he wanted is not the one he needs.
And, with the aid of The Soul Mate Tree, that his destined true love is closer than he’d imagined, if only he will open himself up to love a second time.
Book Trailer for The Soul Mate Tree: https://youtu.be/VjxyyD3TVoATrailer for MAKE ME A MATCH:  https://youtu.be/yBbL95k_ZVA
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