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A Blog About...Well, Nothing Really

A blog about...well, nothing really
Hello everyone. Been a while since I've blogged.  So long in fact, I can’t remember when the last time was.
I'm not really a prolific blogger, which is fine by me, and probably by you too, lol. There are many awesome blogs and bloggers out there, but ain’t one of them—and yes, I said ain’t, lol.
Why am I blogging today? Glad you asked me that question. And the answer is, I don’t know. Oh, BS. I’m blogging today because I have something to say. The real question is, do you want to read it, lol? Ah, sure ya do. You never know what tomfoolery may come out of my mouth. Like this next tidbit I’m going to waste your precious time telling you.
As some of you may know, I’ve been working full time as a painter with my husband. The trades are a male dominated profession for sure. One of the drawbacks to being a woman on the job site is the porta-potty—not sure of the spelling, buy I’m sure ya get the jist of what I mean.  I detest those temporary bathrooms—outhouses. I can’t even step in them. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume, full of waste particles. LOL, a little Lord of the Rings humor.
(This is not the type of painting I'm doing)




(Or this)














(Or even this)





So, what’s a woman to do? I head to the nearest restaurant. Public toilets and I aren’t on much friendlier terms, but I have to pick the lesser of two evils or my bladder may burst. And besides, I hover like a boss.
I can fit in with the guys at work pretty well. I can handle their jokes about women and sex, but I can’t use the porta-potty, or even breathe the foul air. Forget it, man. Ain’t happening.
Now that I’m working outside of the home, what does this mean for my writing? Well...I’m not getting much of that done lately. Sad but true. Who knows? You all may be saying, Thank God. LOL, well don’t get too excited. I will be back! I will write another book! See if you can stop me. (Pic of our company T-shirts)

Actually, I had thought of leaving writing behind. Life got in the way, and I can’t ignore it anymore. Have to step up to the plate and take care of a few things—like helping keep the family biz afloat. LOL, yeah, like whether or not the biz stays afloat really rests on my shoulders. Hehehehe, makes me feel good thinking it does.
But after a massively stressful day yesterday at work, I did a little more soul searching. I’m not okay with hacking writing out of my life. I like it—it makes me happy.  So you know what? I decided there will be room enough in my life for work and my writing. I hope you all are as thrilled with this news as I am.
So, looks like book #4 in the Prophecy series is back on. I’ve even got the black moment almost figured out. See? Painting and writing can fit into my life. I do a lot of thinking and book plotting while I’m slapping paint on the walls.
I’ve even come up with a title for the next book. Prophecy’s Language.
LOL, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking: what a weird title. But once you read the story, you’ll see it actually fits perfect.
Well, that’s my big spiel for the day, month, maybe even year.
Rock on, and read books. And remember, books are food for the brain.  Do a brain good. Read a book.
Oh, and I would like to give a shout-out to my friend—who just so happens to be one heck of a talented author—Lisa Kumar. Thanks for your friendship and support—and for letting me rant your ear off on occasion.

Prophecy's Power is here

Prophecy's Power, book #3 in the Prophecy series is finally here. Phew, took me long enough. I was beginning to think this day would never come.

I won't take up your time with a bunch of my rambling--and man, I can ramble if given the opportunity, lol.

Blurb:

He kidnapped her heart

For Natalie Tortelli, everything comes down to a hard-won fight. She’s survived an insane mother and a cold, indifferent foster care system. To stand apart from everyone and everything is to trust only in herself—and that suits her fine. But all that changes one night when she happens upon a handsome stranger, murdering another. To make matters worse, the killer takes her captive and claims he’s part of a vampire race that protects humans from demons. Caught in a dangerous world she doesn’t understand, Natalie has no choice but to trust in him. But her pride won’t allow her to fall for the sexy kidnapper.
She stole his soul
Soren from the Fourth Clan of vampires loves his life. With an endless supply of demons to fight, and willing women to share his bed, why wouldn’t he? Love is an emotion he cares nothing about. But the foundations of his philosophies are shaken to the core after he has to detain Natalie. She’s unlike any woman—vampire or human—he’s ever come across. When it comes time to let her go, he finds he doesn’t have the heart to release his wild and sexy captive.
The power of love binds them
Together, Soren and Natalie attempt to unravel the secrets that haunt her past—which might tie both of them to the vampire prophecy. Though their passionate relationship is more than either had expected, both hesitate to fully entrust themselves to one another. But if they don’t, death may be the only thing that unites them.
Doesn't this look pretty?















Prophecy's Power is available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KZ4JFIEI&... working on having it available where all e-books are sold. I'll keep you posted.

Prophecy's Power, book #3 in the Prophecy series

Prophecy’s Power, book #3 in the Prophecy series



Prophecy’s Power coming June 2014
Excerpt:Another light clicked on as they entered a smaller room—a bedroom judging by the dresser. The kidnapper dropped her onto a bed.Natalie squirmed, trying to roll off, but he placed a large hand on her chest and forced her down. The fact he held her so effortlessly pissed her off.He glared down at her. For the first time, she noticed his eyes. They were a deep green, clear and sharp like emeralds. Long, dark blond lashes surrounded them. His nose was a little too big, but it did nothing to detract from his handsomeness. Stubble, a couple shades darker than his short blond hair, covered his square jaw.He smiled, which looked more like a sneer. “I’m going to leave you tied for now. Until I clear my room of anything you may use as a weapon.”She leaned away from his cruel stare. His smile widened as if delighted by her slight display of fear.Anger ripped through her fright. She’d always been strong—stronger than most men—and the second she got free of her bonds, she’d kill him.“Smile now, you son-of-a-bitch. But you won’t be smiling when you’re gasping your last breath!” She knew he didn’t understand what she said through the gag, but the words gave her much needed courage.His eyes narrowed as his grin grew bigger. “Try not to miss me too much while I’m gone.” He placed a kiss on her nose before he straightened and walked out of the room. The sound of the door closing and the click of a lock sent another wave of panic slicing through her.

MWP Blog Tour

MWP Blog Tour
Hello. Been quite some time since last I blogged. I have no excuse for being absent so long...well except for the fact I have been hard at work writing book #3 in the Prophecy series. But more on that later.
For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Brenda and I write paranormal romance.


I read my first paranormal years ago. I think it was roughly twelve, thirteen years ago. I can’t remember the title of the book, but the hero was a vampire rock star. And man, oh man, I was hooked from there. I searched the local bookstore for other books under this new genre: paranormal romance. It was like a new world was opened up for me and I loved it. My favorite paranormal romance author is J.R Ward. She’s the freaking BOMB!
So, moving on. I was tagged by the awesomely talented, Natasza Waters to participate in the MWP blog tour. I’m to answer four questions about my writing process. I thought, hey, why not? Sounds like fun. So here I am, talking to you all about how I write.I met Natasza Waters last summer through a mutual friend, Tonya Smalley. Both of these fantastic ladies review for InD’Tale Magazine. I had heard about Natasza’s book, Code Name: Ghost, through the facebook grapevine. Natasza writes military romance. Now as some of you may know, I’m a lover of paranormal romances, but decided to give her book a try. Step out of my comfort genre, lol. And holy moly, I’m so glad I did. I sped through her first book, then waited on pins and needles for the second in the Warrior’s Challenge series, Code Name: Kayla’s Fire. Ooooh, baby, this book was sick—in a good way! I loved it. The tension, the twists, the feels. Here’s a link to Natasza’s blog site:  http://voicebetweenthelines.com/mwp-blog-tour





So, let’s get started on the four question.

Question 1

WHAT AM I WORKING ON:
 For the last few months I have been furiously—well, maybe not furiously—working on book #3 in the Prophecy series. Wait, didn’t I say this already? Yeah I did, above. Told ya it has been a long time since I’ve blogged, lol. *takes a sip of coffee.* Ahhhh, much better. So, where was I? Right, furiously writing book #3. This book is called Prophecy’s Power. Nice title, huh? Book #1 in the series is called Love’s Prophecy. Book #2 is called Prophecy’s Child. Do you see a pattern here? All the titles are two words. Oh, and they all have prophecy in them. Huh, I just noticed that. LOL, that was just a joke. I’m really not that weird. Well....lol. Prophecy’s Power is to be released in July 2014.


Question 2
HOW DOES MY WORK DIFFER FROM OTHERS OF ITS GENRE:My work differs from other paranormal romances in many ways, but I think the biggest way it differs is the history behind vampires and why they exist. Before I started writing Love’s Prophecy, I had the history behind my vampires all mapped out. I wanted a plausible reason—one that could actually be true—for why vampires roam the earth. Another difference is my vampires are not... Not sure what word I’m looking for. Let’s go with typical. And what I mean by typical is the well-known legends surrounding vampires: they are dead, immortal, drink a human dry. Son’s of Lucifer, etc, etc. My vampires were created by an angel. They were exactly like humans at one time, but The Creator gave them long life, awesome healing abilities, plus a few more tricks so they could fight the demons sent to earth by Lucifer to destroy humans and take the earth back for himself. I have also created a cool reason for why vampires drink human blood, but I won’t post it here. LOL, don’t want to give away all my secrets.

Question 3
WHY DO I WRITE WHAT I WRITE?Simple. Because I freaking love vampires.

Question 4
HOW DOES MY WRITING PROCESS WORK.Hmmm, this question is hard to answer. I don’t know how my writing process works, it just does, lol. I’ll try to explain it as best I can. My writing process is not really a process. Well, I guess it is. I’m what I call a plotsner. This is a combination of a plotter and a pantser. For those of you who don’t know what these terms mean, I’ll explain. A plotter is a writer who plots out his/her story before he/she writes. A panster is a writer who has an idea for story, a couple of characters rattling around in his/her head, but doesn’t plot the story out first. This type of writer allows the story to develop as he/she writers. I will have an idea for the story—I know how it starts and ends with a few ideas for the middle. I know my characters and some of their backstory before I begin. The holes fill in as I write. I’m also not a fast writer, and the reason for that is because I have to write in order and I can’t move on to the next chapter until I am completely satisfied with the last one. So that means I can spend days and days on one chapter, trying to get it right. Some writers will skip scenes, simply inserting a quick note like this: Insert fight scene here* and then come back to it later. LOL, I wish I could do that, but I can’t. I also can’t force myself to write. If I’m not feeling it, then I don’t write because all I’m doing is wasting my time. I end up deleting all the crap—and it always is crap—later. So, there ya have it. That’s me and my writing process in a nutshell. Not very glamorous, but hey.
So what I’m going to do now is tag another author and next Monday she will have a post on her writing process up on her blog.
The author I’m tagging is one of the most talented authors I have had the good fortune to meet. We have become wonderful friends, which thrills me to no end because I have learned so much from her vast store of knowledge.
Without further yapping from me, I’d like to introduce you all to the insanely talented, kind and generous Lisa Kumar. *stands up and claps and whistles*
Lisa writes fantasy romance, featuring elves. You thought the elves in Lord of the Rings were hot? Well wait until you meet Lisa’s elves. Both Lisa’s books are available at all retailers. Lisa also writes regency romance as well. You can find out all about her on her website.http://lisakumar.blogspot.com
Bound by the Mist is book #1 in her Mists of Eria series, and Bound to the Elvin King is book #2. I DEVOURED both books and can’t wait for the next one. We get a taste of book #3 at the end of Bound to the Elvin King.

Here is a link to other stories by this talented author:http://www.amazon.com/Lisa-Kumar/e/B004LQPZEK/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
Thank you all for joining me today.

The Prophecy Series

  Love's Prophecy



Dark warriors of might...
Mel is a vampire warrior sworn to hunt and kill demons in the dark streets of Vancouver. But he's burdened with a new assignment: find the meaning behind the Vampire Prophecy. Having no faith in the gods and their empty words, he believes there's no truth to the ancient legend until he meets Breeana, a human woman who bears the mark of the prophecy and resembles the mysterious woman haunting his dreams. When a vengeful demon spies Breeana in his arms, she is marked for death. He must take her from the world she knows until he can eliminate the threat. But the real danger is the role Breeana must play in fulfilling the prophecy and the intense feelings she brings out in him. Mel is forced to choose between his obligations to his kind, the world, and the woman he loves. Does he have the courage to let the one woman who could heal his wounded heart and soul go, or will he bind her to him for all eternity?
Small warriors of light...
Veterinarian, Dr. Breeana Spencer yearns for love and companionship, but the disappointment of failed relationships has left her bitter. She now finds solace in romance novels. But when she meets a mysterious stranger, she's drawn to him by a connection so forceful it shatters all reason, leaving her incapable of resisting him. As Breeana’s drawn deeper into his danger-filled world, she learns she's part of an ancient vampire legend. Breeana fears her future is no longer hers and will not include Mel. As their enemies close in, desperate to destroy them both, she must fight to convince Mel her place is at his side. A life-altering choice is before her—one that will take all her courage and love to make.
Excerpt:

 “I'm doing this for your own good,” Mel shouted.“My own good? You're doing this for your own good.” Breeana’s eyes widened. “Oh…my God. You never loved me.”“How can you say that—”“If you did, you wouldn't be able to imagine a second without me, so—go to hell!” She jabbed a finger toward the door, her body vibrating with unrestrained rage and pain. “Get out.”Mel grabbed her arm, but she jerked it from his grasp. “Breeana, you're better off without me. Please try to understand. This isn't easy for me either.”Madness completely took over and she spun away, screaming, “Don't touch me! Just…leave so I can pack.” She marched across the room to the closet and grabbed her bag.“Breeana, please listen to me.” He tried to stop her by stepping in her way, but she stalked around him, grabbing her clothes along the way, shoving them into the bag.On her way to the bathroom, she stopped and glanced at him over her shoulder. He stood in the middle of the room, his face a mask of hurt and pain. “You're right about one thing, I do hate you. I hate you for breaking my heart. I hate you for deceiving me, but most of all, I hate you because you're a coward.” The last one was low but she really didn't give a shit. She wanted to hurt him. Wanted him to feel as miserable and dead inside as she did.“If you believe nothing else, believe that I love you and always will.” He took a cautious step toward her but she backed away, holding up one hand.“Don't.” She sniffed. “I can't—I won't listen to any more of your lies.” She brushed at her damp cheeks. “God, I'm pathetic. I was really sucked in by you, wasn't I? Did you have a good laugh at my expense? This silly little human woman falling for all your bullshit. Well, I see you now for what you really are.”He launched at her and grabbed her arms, hauling her against his chest. “Don't you dare. I never lied to you.”She tore from his grip, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “You're right, you didn't lie. I guess I was just a fool and an idiot. I was hoping our love would be enough, but obviously not. Though I may be an idiot, but at least I'm not a coward.” She squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the hurt and anger on his face. “You're so afraid to take a chance on love because of what-ifs. You're so worried that something will go wrong that you opt to throw it away first. And if you think so little of yourself that you feel you don't deserve love, then you are more messed up than I thought.”Mel backed away from her until the backs of his thighs hit the bed. He sagged down. His eyes were slits of glittering silver riveted on her face. In a barren voice he said, “If you need to hurt me, go ahead, I deserve it, but never question why I'm doing this or that I love you. I do this only to keep you safe.”“If I hear that excuse one more time, I'm going to scream. You do this to keep yourself safe. You never even gave me a choice. You made the decisions for me. You decided I would come to hate you, not me. You decided I'd be better off without you, not me. So, please, get out and let me pack.”
Prophecy's Child, book #2 in the Prophecy Series.


His secret will shatter her world.
Katherine Colby’s life splintered ten years ago when her lover suddenly vanished, leaving her with more than a broken heart. But when Kal unexpectedly makes an appearance, her safe, dependable existence is shattered once more. Drawn into Kal’s deadly world of vampires and demons, she must now put aside her hurt and anger and learn to trust him. Can she forgive past deceptions and find the courage to love again? Or will she turn away the one man who owns her heart and soul?
Her secret will change his life.
Powerful, and lethal, Kal is a vampire warrior, sworn to protect humans from demons. Loving Katherine too much to pull her into his dangerous world, Kal deserted her, believing his decision was best for them both. But not even time could assuage his yearning for the woman who has captured his heart. As fate tosses them together once again, Kal must fight to win Katherine’s trust and forgiveness before evil separates them forever. But is he ready to become the man she needs him to be? Or will he lose the one woman he can’t live without?
Excerpt:

Katherine busied herself by unzipping her suitcase and stacking her clothes on the bed. She sensed Kal behind her, but didn’t acknowledge him.“Katherine?” Kal cleared his throat. “I know it’s been a huge inconvenience quitting your job and moving in here, but I hope we can at least be civil to one another while you’re here.” She walked over to the dresser, yanked open the top drawer and dumped her load of clothes inside. “I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything,” she said through gritted teeth. He cursed under his breath.She wheeled around. “What the hell more do you want from me?”“You don’t want to know.”She slammed the drawer shut. “Try me.”“You sure?”“May as well get it all out on the table.”He closed the door; the lock clicked into place. Fear of being alone with him took the edge off her fury.When he looked her way, heat from his gaze burned through her clothing. “I want you naked on my bed. I want you to scream my name when you come. I want to see you smile, hear you laugh.” He pushed away from the door and stalked toward her from across the room. Lifting a hand, he caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I want you to love me again. But most of all, I want your forgiveness.”His fingers traced the contours of her jaw, her neck. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but I love you—I always have.”Her mind screamed run, but her feet remained rooted to the floor. Each word chipped away at her defenses.Leaning closer, his lips gently brushed hers. “All I’ve ever wanted was your happiness.”His tongue outlined the seam of her mouth. Desire scorched her willpower. Without thinking, she opened for him, and his tongue swept inside.A deep groan tore from his throat as his arms tightened around her.
Purchase links for Love's Prophecy:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00702YWF0
 Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/128967
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/loves-prophecy-brenda-dyer/1109231394?ean=2940033030972
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-ca/books/Loves-Prophecy/FxosnK4tPkaPlH1tTib-6Q?MixID=FxosnK4tPkaPlH1tTib-6Q&PageNumber=1
Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/ca/book/loves-prophecy/id505437982?mt=11
Purchase Links for Prophecy's Child:
 

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E0R4230
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/337666
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/prophecys-child-brenda-dyer/1116227419?ean=2940044664968
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/prophecy-s-child-1
Prophecy's Power, book #3 in the Prophecy Series will be available June 2014.
Excerpt:

A high-pitched scream ripped through the clearing and through Soren’s ears as gray demon dust exploded all around him. He spun around with his dagger raised for attack.
A woman wearing a red toque and a green and black Mac jacket belted out another shriek.
What the flying hell? He hadn’t heard her approach. But then again, he was kinda busy fighting three demons.
“Ah, fuck.” Soren sheathed his dagger. He needed to scrub what she’d witnessed from her mind.Before he could take a step, she bolted. He swore again, then dematerialized. 
He took form a few feet a head of her. When she saw him, she slid to stop then stumbled backward with her hands out in front, a warning gesture for him to stay away. The scent of her fear was like burning plastic. Her deep brown eyes flew wide, her complexion flushed from exertion.
“Hey, I’m not going to hurt ya,” Soren held out his hands, palms up.
She continued to back away. “I just witnessed you murder a man, and you expect me to believe you won’t kill me too? Yeah, sorry if I don’t take your word for it.”
Her shaky tone made a mockery of her brave words. “It’s not what ya think, trust me.” Trust me? He almost laughed at how absurd that sounded.
The woman's lips curled into a smirk. She crouched lower with her fists raised, all the while slowly making a wide circle toward the parking lot and safety. “I don’t think so, Asshole. And just so you know, I can scream really loud—the parking lot is crawling with people. If you kill me—which won’t be easy—you won’t get away with it.”
Well, wasn’t this interesting. She definitely had spunk. Soren flashed a smile at her bravado, then took another step in her direction. He stood close enough to catch her scent. Ivory soap with a hint of something fruity, mixed with the arid aroma of her fear. No cloying perfumes. Nice. A gust of wind caught the ends of her long curls and swirled them around her stiff shoulders. Although her terror was ripe, she exuded strength. This woman was no shrinking violet. He sensed she’d fight if she had to.

 
 


 

Make Mine a Mini

MAKE MINE A MINI



     “Oh, how cute!” the woman said, petting Kiwi, our miniature horse's head. “Does he live in the house with you?”
I glanced at my husband, trying not to laugh. A horse in the house? Now I've heard everything. That one definitely goes on the silly questions list.
“Ah... no,” I replied. “He lives outside in a paddock with a barn.”
“But, he's so small,” she said, shooting me a look like I was a cruel monster.                                                                                                                                                          



 Miniature horses, though small in stature, are without a doubt, big on the adorable scale. But none-the-less, they are horses. And being horses, they should be treated as such.
Throughout the past eight years that we've been miniature horse owners, my husband and I have come across many people while we've been out and about with our two minis. Most stop to run their hands over our horses' soft coats, and comment on how cute they are. But we've also encountered those whose comments and questions have left me baffled. One that comes to mind is, “I guess its cheaper than a lawnmower.” 
If only! Since the lawnmower in question is a living creature and not a machine, he needs a lot more than gas and the occasional tune up to stay healthy and happy. He needs good quality feed and hay, along with his yearly visits to our friendly neighborhood veterinarian; not to mention the inevitable late night medical emergencies. His hooves need to be trimmed every eight weeks, and an annual trip to the dentist keeps his teeth in good shape. And unlike a lawnmower that can be loaded into the back of your vehicle after purchase, a mini, even though small, needs a proper horse trailer to transport him safely.
Please do not try to bring him home in the back of a van. He may fit, but it's dangerous for you and your horse, and it's illegal. Also, while your garage may make a good home for your lawnmower, it's not suited for a horse. He needs room to run and kick up his heels when the mood strikes, which leads me to the next question.
“Do you tie him up in your back yard?”
Not only dangerous to the horse, it's beyond cruel. A horse, no matter the size, needs room to roam. To keep your four-legged friend happy and safe, you should have a good sized paddock and a barn or run-in shed to keep him dry and out of the elements. But before you run out to purchase a miniature horse because you feel you have room and a old shed you can convert into a barn, please check to make sure your property is zoned for livestock, because even though they may be small, they're are still considered livestock. Also, check with your neighbors, because with every horse, big or small, comes, yes, you guessed it, manure. And with manure comes flies. For me, the smell of horses is more delightful than the most expensive perfume, and I worry more about keeping flies off my horses than myself. But it's not all fun and games when your neighbors are barbecuing outside and the smell of manure wafts over and flies land on their food.
Another popular question I've been asked is, “what good are they? What can you do with them?”  My answer is, “what can't you do with them?”
Everything a big horse can do, a mini can. Well... Okay, you got me. They are too small to ride, so ifthat's why you want to purchase one then maybe a larger horse would be better suited. But minis are strong. Most can easily pull a small cart and two average sized adults. Carting can be a fun and exhilarating experience. There's nothing like sitting behind your little horse as he pulls you along a quiet country road on a summer's evening. If you want more thrills, try showing. There are many different categories for showing your mini.





 Talking to most owners of larger horses, they will tell you that after working to pay for their horses' upkeep and the endless chores, it's hard to find the time to ride. Some even pay others to ride their horses for them.

On one occasion, I've had someone say to me, “he's like a big dog, uh.”
 

Well, since one is a herbivore, and the other is a carnivore, I'd say they're two separate species. If
you don't believe me, take a look at their teeth. And if you still have doubts, offer your horse a hamburger and watch his reaction. He'll turn his nose up and look at you as if you're out of your mind. Next, try offering a dog a handful of hay and guaranteed he'll give you the same look. So please, do not treat a horse of any size like a dog.
 





Another misconception regarding minis is they are just lawn ornaments. They are capable of so
much more than that. Like any horse, if left to stand idle, eating with no exercise, they will quickly become over weight, which as you know isn't healthy for any living creature. Also I believe horses get bored. Exercise and trying new things keeps their minds sharp and their bodies toned. This will help keep your vet bills low. But if carting or showing your mini is not to your liking, take them for regular walks. They will enjoy the change of scenery and it'll keep them and you moving.



But I keep all this to myself when I glance back at the woman stroking Kiwi, shooting meoccasional dirty looks. Instead of telling her it would be cruel for me to keep him in the house, and that Kiwi is happiest outside with his horse buddy, Ebony and his goat friend, Cody, I just say, “yes, but he


is still a horse.” The of course I keep to myself.

The Romance Reviews' Year-End Splash

Excerpt From Prophecy's Child





The scent of laundry detergent and fabric softener clung heavy in the small space. She opened the dryer and piled the clothes on top of the white appliance. Shifting through the jumble of socks, towels, Kal’s T-shirts, Ike’s sweat shirts, and her yoga pants, she realized this wasn’t simply a bunch of laundry. This pile of clothes represented her, Kal and Ike. They were a family.
Her heart opened, and love poured out. Kal may be hiding something from her again, but he deserved a chance to explain. She now understood why he was reluctant. He feared losing her.
Filled with resolve, Katherine vowed she’d do whatever it took to make their relationship work.
As soon as she dropped Ike off at school, her and Kal would sit down, hash this out, and move on. Besides, after learning about demons, Lucifer, and the war, she could handle anything.
The phone in the kitchen rang.
It was probably Kal. A thrill of excitement threaded through her as she raced for the cordless sitting on the counter.
She smiled then pressed talk. “Hello?”
Silence met her greeting.
“Hello?”
No answer.
“Ah, too bad,” she said with a sensual purr. “I was hoping my sexy vampire lover called to talk dirty to me.”
“Is my son, Kal there please?” a woman replied with a deep French accent. Her tone was hard, cold.
Oh, sweet Jesus! His mother.
Embarrassment didn’t come close to how she felt. Heat of humiliation flushed her body. She gripped the phone tight and closed her eyes, calling herself all sorts of names.
Clearing her throat, she fought to find the right words to say. “I’m so sorry. Um…Kal…he isn’t here right now—he’s at a meeting with Roarik, his captain.”
“I know who Roarik is.”
Yikes. “Um, can I take a message, Mrs…I’m sorry, I don’t know your last name.”
It occurred to her she didn’t know Kal’s last name.
“Of course you don’t, my dear. It is Cataronia from the Fifth Clan of vampires.”
Her heavy accent made it hard for Katherine to understand her. “What a beautiful name.”
“Thank you.”
More silence.
“I’ll tell Kal you called the moment he returns.” Her heart beat so hard she wondered if Cataronia heard it.
“Actually, it is you I would like to speak with. Kal told me tonight about you and your son.”
Whoa, she did not sound pleased about this news.
“Oh…okay,” Katherine said. “I just want to say I love your son very much. He is a wonderful vampire.” Idiot!
“I truly hope you mean that, my dear. And I truly hope you decide to do the right thing. You see, there are traditionsyou may not understand about vampires. Kal is a respected warrior, high up in the clans of the fifty first families. He has a duty to our race to marry a female vampire of impeccable breeding, and produce future warriors for this never-ending war to keep your…species alive.”
Stunned, Katherine couldn’t reply.
“Before you came along, Kal had agreed to marry a female of my choosing. One who is worthy of his station. Yet, he has informed me tonight, he is no longer willing, which will put him in a very precarious position with our higher order.”




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Happy Birthday 1NS

Happy Birthday 1NS by Dominique Eastwick






Amazing how such a small idea can become so amazing and large. When Val and Kate first shared their idea with me about the 1 Night Stand series I thought was a great idea, oI am honored as always to be part of an amazing series.
Congrats to Val and Kate, Decadent Publishing and all the authors.  Now to get back and finish the one in my head.
I am giving away a 10 dollar gift card and ebook copy of Strawberry Kisses
Where you can Find DominiqueWebsite http://dominique-eastwick.wix.com/dominique-eastwick
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Strawberry Kisses
By Dominique Eastwick
Published by Decadent Publishing
Series 1 Night Stand


BlurbAre they ready to gamble on a 1Night Stand?

Mia hides behind her computer, designing popular computer games. And though she knows just what to do to keep men coming back for more on the other end of the modem, she doesn’t seem to have the same knack in person.

Gavin hides behind numbers. Since his wife left him, the only thing he cares about is his son and his job. One failed relationship was enough, but if the right curvaceous woman came into the picture he just might manipulate the numbers a bit.

Can two meddling sisters enlist Madame Eve to bring Mia and Gavin together and show them two is always better than one?


Excerpt
“Do you want the next strawberry with chocolate, or champagne?” He popped the cork.

“I, um....” She slowed her breathing, trying hard to concentrate on his words. “I’ve never had champagne and strawberries.”

“Really?” As he smiled, the first real smile she’d seen on his face was breathtaking, She could only nod since somewhere between her mouth and her brain she’d lost the ability to form simple words.

Pouring one glass of the bubbly wine, he took a sip, smiled then grabbed another plump berry. He rubbed it slightly on her lower lip. “Take a bite.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. She bit, then savored, as he raised the flute and tilted it just enough for her to get a swallow of the liquid. Her eyes widened as the tastes of the fruit and champagne fused in her mouth.

“Another bite then?” He didn’t wait for her answer, giving her another piece and let her enjoy the fruit for what it was, savoring and treasuring as some of the best she’d ever had.

She opened her eyes just in time to see his close, and his mouth settle over hers. Her lips parted and a rush of champagne from his mouth filled her own. The fizzy liquid overwhelmed her senses. If she could have let out an ooh, she would have. But all she could think about was his tongue dancing with hers. His left hand still holding the flute, he wrapped it around her waist, pulling her closer.





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About DominiqueDominique Eastwick grew up a US Navy Brat, so if there was a Naval base that was probably home. She currently resides in North Carolina with her husband, two children, crazy lab and lazy cat.Dominique's love of reading started when she was told to read TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD in high school. A book that opened her eyes to the joys of reading and entering into the world of the author. To this day she ranks this book as her favorite. She writes erotic romance, heavy on the romance. Where you can Find DominiqueWebsite http://dominique-eastwick.wix.com/dominique-eastwickBlog www.dominiqueEastwick.comFB https://www.facebook.com/dominique.eastwickTwitter @dominieastwick



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A Day with Sheri Fredricks

A Day with Sheri Fredricks


Stage setting:
Brenda sets two steaming mugs of coffee on the table, beside paperback copies of Remedy Maker and Troll-y Yours. She surveys the coffee table. “Hmm, maybe not coffee. How about wine? A glass of red for Sheri, and a glass of white for me. *Smiles* “Yeah, I want to get this chick good and drunk. Maybe then I can get her to spill some secrets about her Centaur series.





Brenda rushes off and comes back with two glasses, a bottle of red wine and a bottle of white. She sits down, making sure the spotlights aren’t going to blind her special guest. “Good. All’s perfect. Now if Sheri would hurry her ass up, we could get down to business.”
The sound of a car pulling up the driveway alerts Brenda of Sheri’s arrival. “Let the interrogation—I mean, questioning begin.”
Brenda opens the door before the first knock sounds.
Sheri jumps back, then laughs. “Shit, Hoser. You scared me.”
“Just excited you agreed to an interview, dude. You look awesome as usual.”
Sheri smooths a hand over her long dark hair and then straightens her skirt. “Well, I wasn’t sure what to wear. Didn’t know what to expect. Last time we talked, you said something about conducting this interview on horseback.”
Brenda laughs. “I changed my mind.” She steps back and gestures for Sheri to come in.
Sheri gazes around Brenda’s home. “Nice place, Hoser. You sure have a lot of chicken stuff.”
“What can I say? I like chickens. Can I take your coat?”
“Sure.” Sheri hands Brenda her coat. “So, where do you want me to sit?”
“In the living room. I have it all set up.”
Once both ladies are seated, Brenda offers Sheri a glass of wine.
A look of pure joy flashes across Sheri’s face. “Thanks.”
Brenda smiles and raises her glass in a toast. “Shall we begin?”
Interview:
Brenda: So, how many books do you have planned for your Centaur Series?



Sheri: I only planned the one, Remedy Maker. Next thing I know, Aleksander is kicking his hooves wanting a story of his own. Now that he has his own book (Troll-y Yours), the other characters are screaming for attention. Aye-ya-yie. To answer your Hoser question, at least three more books, possibly four. But don’t quote me on that.
Brenda’s reply:LOL, oh I’m quoting you on that. So, four it is.
Brenda: I know you love horses, so was that one of the reasons you decided to write about Centaurs? And how does your knowledge of horses help with writing your characters?
Sheri: I didn’t start off with the intention of writing a Centaur book series. See? This is what too much gin and too little tonic will get you, but I do love muscular men who can give a girl a galloping good time. *sigh*  Having had horses all my life, I can sometimes predict how they’ll react. They’re all unique and individual with personalities to match. Knowing their physical limitations, expectations, and various health problems can really add a depth to a Centaur’s character. At least I hope my writing does.  *Sheri refills her wine glass*
Brenda’s reply:*Laughs inside. Good, she’s getting buzzed.* Well, you did an awesome job with your characters. They’re very life-like.
Brenda: How has writing changed you?
Sheri: I used to be a size 6 with a flat stomach.
Brenda’s reply:LOL. Whatever, dude. I’ve seen recent pictures of you, and you look good, so don’t try and feed me that shit n’ shinola.
Brenda: Was there ever a time since you began writing that you felt like quitting? If so, why? And how or what changed your mind?
Sheri: Holy crap, what a question. I’ve only felt like throwing in the towel every other chapter! Like many authors, I’m plagued by a lack of self-confidence. And then along comes a fantastic book review and suddenly I’m back in the game. Even a short note from a happy reader can make my day. Luckily I have a close group of writing friends that always have my back. Like YOU, Hoser!
Brenda’s reply:What is it with us writers and having low self-confidence? *Shakes head.* I’m glad I have you in my circle too. And for the record. You are an amazing talent.
Brenda: I adore your series—love your characters and your world building. My question to you is the setting—or certain parts of the setting—to your books a description of places you know personally? Or can we chalk it up to your awesome imagination?
Sheri: The Boronda Forest is a fictional place somewhere in the wilds of Pennsylvania, a state on the east coast of the U.S. I’ve never been there. I live in the drought ravaged state of California on the west coast, where everything is a perpetual brown. My imagination dreams of a green forest with streams filled with cool running water. Starved for it, really. Maybe if I write about a lush green and moist world, it’ll come true. *pours herself another glass of wine* Oh, and where Centaur men are hot to trot.
Brenda: Besides your Centaur series, what other stories do you have swirling around in your brain?
Sheri: Oh boy. My brain…now that’s a scary place. I have the whole Troll series, and a Wood Nymph series, too. And because I’m into self-punishment, I’m reworking a time-travel western romance I started years ago. I love Boronda and all things mythical, but sometimes I need me a dusty cowboy with tight Wranglers who says, “yes, ma’am.”
Brenda’s reply:Oh...I love time travels and cowboys!
Brenda: Can you tell your readers what they can expect from book #3 in the Centaur Series?
Sheri: I’ll tell you what to expect. However I won’t tell you whothe character is. My readers, whom I adore, can expect an old-fashioned Centaur who doesn’t feel like he’s part of the modern world. He’s stuck in time…like a few centuries backward in time! He fights his hatred of the Centaur’s old enemy, the Nymphs. Too bad the female he’s been ordered to protect shares his bitter distrust, except she’s his enemy and doesn’t trust him. In order to survive, the two battle-worn mythics must bury the hatchet, learn to trust, and start life anew.
Brenda’s reply:Man, this story sounds like a goodie.
Brenda: As a fellow writer, all my characters are near and dear to me, but I do have a favorite. Do you have a favorite out of your characters? If so, who and why?
Sheri: I think the hero of every book I write is my favorite. But one Centaur stands out for me, maybe because I’ve only scratched the surface of his character. This would be my unpredictable, black market kingpin, Nubbs. He has a secret. A secret so big, it’s going to knock the Centaur kingdom off their hooves. But you, dear readers, will have to wait for Nubbs’s book to come out. Hehehe. *Sheri drains her glass*
Brenda’s reply:I love Nubbs. I for one can hardly wait to read his story. And damn you, lol. Your hint has left me with even more questions!
Brenda: Okay, enough with the serious stuff. Let’s get a little crazy. *Brenda holds up another bottle of red wine.* Would you like a refill before we get started? Do you need to use the bathroom?
Sheri: Is there’s more? I’ve been refilling my glass and now the damn bottle’s empty! And no to the restroom. Don’t you know romance writers never have to go potty?
Brenda’s reply:LOL, that’s just a myth about romance writers not needing to use the potty.
Brenda:  Have you ever smelled mothballs?
Sheri: I fell for that joke before. Not going there again. LOL
Brenda’s reply:Right, I did tell you this joke before. Damn, I need some new victums, hehehehehe.
Brenda: What is the grosses thing you have ever stepped in with bare feet?
Sheri: At first I was going to say a centipede. I can still feel that thing squirming under my foot. But that’s on, not in. The grossest has to be a cold, wet, squishy hairball in the middle of the night, compliments of the now deceased Captain Kitty-Cat. He was 14 when he finally left this world.
Brenda’s reply:Yuk! Now that is gross. But the centipede is pretty sick too.
Brenda: What is the grossest thing you have ever eaten?
Sheri: Which is grosser for you: Pickled fish guts or baked teriyaki crickets? I’ve eaten both.
Brenda’s reply:Both are equally disgusting.
Brenda: For a million dollars, would you eat a worm?
Sheri: I ate the worm at the bottom of the tequila bottle already. Nobody paid me a million bucks, dammit.
Brenda’s reply:LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
Brenda: Tell your readers something they don’t know about you.
Sheri: I didn’t have my first date until college. No senior prom, no school dances. I’ve always felt like I missed out on those special high school days.
Brenda’s reply:Hey, I didn’t have my first date until I was 18. And I didn’t go to my prom.
Brenda: You’ve been a great sport and a wonderful guest. *Shakes Sheri’s hand.* Thanks for doing this interview. You truly are a very talented lady.
Sheri: Knock on wood! Oh wait, in my mythic world a Wood Nymph might answer. Thank you for the awesome wine and the good time. I can always count on you to make me laugh, Hoser. And, just so you know—I’m looking forward to YOUR next book in the Prophecy series. Fan-girl here! Squee!
To learn more about Sheri Fredricks, you can find her here:
Website :         www.sherifredricks.comBlogging At :  http://sherifredricks.blogspot.com/Twitter:           http://twitter.com/Sheri_FredricksFacebook:        http://www.Facebook.com/SheriFredricksGoogle+:         http://is.gd/VmLa5IGoodreads:     www.goodreads.com/goodreadscomsheri_fredricksAuthor Info:    http://www.amazon.com/Sheri-Fredricks/e/B008L3T50Y/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1LinkedIn:        http://www.linkedin.com/pub/sheri-fredricks/26/384/829Pinterest:         http://www.pinterest.com/sherifredricks
Sheri:  Uh, Brenda? Why is your dog lying on my jacket?
Brenda’s reply:Shit, sorry about that. Bones! Get off Sheri’s coat.
*Bones heaves his old bones off Sheri’s coat and lays on his blanckets. Brenda picks up Sheri’s coat—covered in hair—and attempts to brush it off.* Sorry about that, Hoser. I’ll get the lint brush.
Sheri is generously offering a copy of her fantasy novella, Portals of Oz to one lucky commenter. Please leave your email address for a chance to win.

Sultry Summer Nights Blog Hop

Sultry Summer Nights Blog Hop
All the rules and how the hop will work it listed on the Safari Heat site. Follow the link below.
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The Grand Prize Is A Kindle Fire HD 7”. Second Prize Is a 100.00 Gift Card to Amazon or B&N. Plus books to go on the winner’s new Kindle.  Sorry, to be eligible to win the grand prizes you must be a resident from Canada or the United States.

Hello, and welcome all to my site. So glad you made it. So, let’s get started.
When Carey asked me to join in this blog hop, the first thing that popped into my head was a couple lines from an old Honeymoon Suite song: Hot summer nights. Storms clouds in the air. My eyes felt so heeeeavy...LOL, I can’t remember any more of it. I think the title is New Girl Now, but don’t quote me on that. I could look it up, but I’m lazy, lol.
So, enough of this crap. Let’s move on and get down to business—to why you’re here. You are busy and have a lot of stops to make to ensure you win the grand prizes—which I are listed above. I’ll leave a list of other daily prizes to be won at the end of this post.
Today I’m going to talk about my paranormal romance novel, Love’s Prophecy. It takes place in the summer, and man, some of the scenes are definitely sultry!So, without further ado, I’ll leave you with a small excerpt. I kept the scene clean—no sex, lol. I decided to showcase a scene where the two main characters—Mel and Breeana—take a stroll through the beautiful gardens at the Base on a sultry summer evening.





Love’s Prophecy:
Breeana stepped out onto the veranda and her breath caught. “Oh, my God! The gardens belong in a fairytale.”Mel stood beside her. He had seen the gardens a million times, but had never given much thought to them. Flowers bloomed everywhere, filling the night with a riot of color and sweet perfume. Pots filled with large ferns adorned every corner on the veranda and two urns, overflowing with brightly colored petunias, were placed on either side of the opening to the stairs leading down to the yard.He let Breeana take the lead. She stopped, standing on the circular driveway and glanced over her shoulder. “The house is beautiful, but this,” she held her arms out wide, twirling in a circle, “is exquisite.”He tried to imagine seeing the grounds through her eyes. He was struck by how picturesque it all was. The driveway meandered down until it came to a wrought iron gate standing twelve feet high with tall spikes gracing the top. Beyond the manicured lawns and many flower gardens, the wrought iron fence proceeded, surrounding the half-acre property. A dense forest made up of pine, cedar, fir, and maple trees went on for miles until it met the gravel road.Breeana slipped her hand into his, lacing their fingers.They wandered down a brick path flanked with LED lights, and glowing white daisies. Moonlight bathed the path in a soft gray light. The large trees lining the fence sparkled with thousands of twinkling lights, like stars that had fallen and gotten tangled in their branches.Breeana bent and picked a daisy. She plucked the petals off one by one. “He loves me, he loves me not.” She laughed as she glanced at him. “Did you ever play this game when you were a child?”“What game is that?”“You pick the petals off a daisy saying, he loves me, he loves me not. When you come to the last petal, it tells you whether or not he cares about you.”“Does it work?”“Honestly? I don't know.” She pitched the flower and clasped his hand again.Ilove her. How can I let her go? The day she left would be the day his heart would wither up and die. Yet, she was too good for the likes of him and his world was no good for her. And because he loved her, he would let her go.
My question to you all is, have you ever taken a moonlit stroll through a garden? Leave a comment and your email address for a chance to win a $5 Amazon gift card.

  
Feel free to follow my blog.Feel free to follow my on facebook:https://www.facebook.com/BrendaMDyer?ref=hlFeel free to follow me on twitter: https://twitter.com/BrendaMDyerHere is a list of the wonderful prizes that will be given away each day throughout the hop:



Hop Giveaway Schedule
Sept. 11th.
Signed Swag Pack: Dianne Duvall
Signed Book: Crush by Alan Jacobson
Signed Book: The Look of Love By Bella Andre
Signed Book: Coming Clean by Sue Margolis
Signed Book: Murder Most Foul by JoAnne Myer
Pre-Made Book Cover: Carey Abbott
Signed Book: Release Me by J. Kenner
Sept. 12th.
Signed Rack Card: Bobby Romans
Signed Book: Sleep With The Lights On By Maggie Shayne
Signed Book: Blood Destiny by Tessa Dawn
Signed Book: The Rancher She Loved by Ann Roth
Singed Book: Love’s Prophecy by Brenda Dyer
Signed Book: Billion-Dollar Cowboy by Carolyn Brown
Signed Book: Against the Mark by Kat Martin
Sept. 13th.
Five-Dollar Gift Card to Are: Dynese Bridger
Signed Book: Perfect Mate by Mina Carter
Signed Book: Ruthless by Debra Webb
Signed Book: Coming Clean by Sue Margolis
Five-Dollar Gift Card: Carey Abbot/Tabitha Blake
Signed Book: Coming Clean by Sue Margolis
Sept. 14th.
Swag Pack: TG Ayer
Signed Book: Darker After Midnight by Lara Adrian
Signed Book: Darkness Rises by Dianne Duvall
Signed Book: Skin Deep T.G. Ayer
Three Bookmarks: Lara Adrian
Pre-Made Book Cover: Carey Abbott
Signed Book: Poems by JoAnne Myers
Sept. 15th.
Three Book Marks: Lara Adrian
Signed Book: Sleep With The Lights On By Maggie Shayne
Signed ARC Copy: Born in Blood by Alexandra Ivy
Signed Book: Like Humans Do by Daryn Cross
Pre-Made Book Cover: Carey Abbott
Signed Book: Coming Clean by Sue Margolis
Sept. 16th.
Kindle Giveaway Plus E-Books
100.00 Gift Card

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