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The End! What a feeling!

I just typed 'The End' on Gilda and Ryan's story! Hooray! Well, it was at 1:30 this morning, but I wasn't in the mental frame to post about it just then. :-) It will go next to my critique partners for a beta read, then to my editor to begin the next step in the process.
To celebrate, here is a preview of the day Ryan and Gilda meet. A storm has blown up and they take refuge in a nearby cave.

Thursday's Threads with Tina Susedik

Today's threads is from Soul Mate Publishing author Tina Susedik and her sensuous, romantic mystery novel, Riding for Love..

Look for it at Soul Mate Publishing, Amazon, and B&N


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Blurb:  Eve Dayton, owner of a riding ranch, rose above her childhood past and overcame the emotional damage her boyfriend caused when he married another woman. When someone starts sabotaging her ranch, Eve is desperate to find the culprit before she loses everything. Is it a coincidence or is the return of Denton Johanson tied to the mystery?

Divorced Denton Johanson returns to his hometown to help convict the embezzling controller of the family business. When he runs into Eve, he realizes his feelings for her are still strong enough to try and win her back. His fear of horses won’t get in the way of his goal and decides the only way to be near her is to take riding lessons from her. Can he convince her that his love is real and he is not behind the mystery surrounding the ranch?

Excerpt:

“Darn. I’m late.” Eve grabbed her mug of coffee and the clipboard with her notes for the day. “I’m never late. Ever. This is what happens when you let a man get under your skin.” She jogged across the driveway to the barn. The clients weren’t due for another half an hour, but she wanted to meet with Tom early to go over her notes once more to make sure the horses matched the riders.

Her steps slowed as she entered the barn. Tom was talking to one of the employees at the other end of the barn. Since he didn’t immediately notice her, she took her time walking through the building, making sure the tack was all in place according to horse, helmets and riding sticks hung in order of size, horses back in their stalls from the field, and no stray horse droppings or straw littered the barn floor.

As she passed the row of licenses showing their employees were qualified as riding instructors, and she and Tom owners, he turned and waved her over.

“So how did your evening go last night, sweetheart? You danced quite a bit with Denton.”

“Yeah.” She batted her eyes at her friend. “You didn’t have anything to do with it would you, honeybunch?”

Tom laughed, threw an arm around her shoulders, and gave her a hug. “Ah, busted.” He kissed her forehead. “He’s not so bad, you know, Eve. He’s made some mistakes, and I believe he sincerely regrets them. But if he does anything to hurt you again, he’ll find himself lying in a pile of manure, face first.”

Eve grimaced at the image. “Well, I hate to say you’re right, but I did have a good time. I forgot how easy it is to talk to him. Besides, he can’t hurt me if I don’t let him.” She slid the clipboard from under her arm and started flipping through pages. “That doesn’t mean I’m still not mad at him. It’s going to take more than a few dances to get me into his good graces.”

“Give him a run for his money?”

“Yeah,” she muttered, glancing at her watch. “Now, let’s compare notes before our subjects arrive.”

For the next few minutes they walked companionably through the barn looking at stock, comparing horse sizes, and temperaments to clients. The stable of twenty-five horses ranged from duns to piebalds to grays and Appaloosas and included a few ponies for younger riders. Eve loved them all.

“I’ll take the slowest, laziest one with the shortest legs,” Denton said, interrupting Eve and Tom’s decision to pasture a smaller horse needing to be re-shod.

Eve nearly dropped the clipboard at the sound of Denton’s deep voice as she locked the stall door and tacked a note to the front for her staff. Keeping her back to him, she didn’t hide a smile at his nervous tone. By the time she faced him, the smile disappeared, but not the heat that had risen to her face.

“Mornin’, Dent,” Tom said, stepping over to the next stall. “I think old Della here will do fine for you.” He ran a hand down the bay’s forelock, over the blaze markings to her nose and slipped a sugar cube into her mouth. “Eve’s helped so many people learn to ride she’d teach me a few things, and I taught her to ride.”

Denton let out a breath of air and took a few steps closer to the stall. “Good to know.”

“Don’t be misled, Dent,” Eve said, following Tom’s hands down the horse’s face. “Della may be getting on in years, but she’s a horse and horses can pull a few tricks on the unwary.” Denton’s Adam’s apple slipped up and down as he swallowed a gulp. She pressed the clipboard to her chest. “Don’t worry, since I’ll be training you, I won’t let anything happen.”

“To me or the horse?” he asked.

“Good question,” Eve answered over her shoulder as she sauntered away from the men.

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Denton raked his fingers through his hair and suppressed a shudder.

“Scared you, didn’t she?”

“And you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”

“Don’t worry, boy. She’s never let a customer get hurt. Yet.”

Denton breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn’t get hurt, not physically, anyway, he thought. His emotions were another matter. His heart tripped a little faster as he watched her walk through the barn.

The rest of the group began entering the building. Amazing how, in such a short time, a person learned to recognize someone, even by their black silhouette against the bright sun-lit entrance to the barn. The unmistakable buxom figure of Jackie was outlined in the door.

His breath left him and he quickly searched for a place to hide. After her seduction attempts at the dance, she was the last person he wanted to encounter. He still felt her body pressed against his, his arm muscles even a little sore from trying to stop her from performing the vertical bedroom tango publicly. The next woman to use his body in any way would be Eve, whether she knew it or not.

So desperate to be out of Jackie’s sight, he contemplated leaping over the gate into his horse’s stall and hiding behind her rump, then grabbing a shovel to start mucking out manure or take a hoof pick and clean out her hoofs. Before he could consider the wisdom of doing any of those things, Jackie spotted him.

He groaned. Everyone gathering at the end of the barn turned as she shrilled out his name. He moved toward her. If he moved fast enough, he’d get to the others and mingle, be able to hide among his compatriots, then shove her off on some other, more willing, male in the group.

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About Tina:
As a child, Tina always had stories floating around in her head, but had no idea those stories could be put down in book form. One day her brother (yes, her brother) introduced her to Kathleen Woodiwiss’ The Flame and the Flower. Tina was hooked and a love of reading and eventually writing romance began.  She is also a non-fiction writer with six history books in print.

Tina has been married for over forty years and lives in Wisconsin. After careers in accounting and teaching (not necessarily at the same time), she found her career in writing is what fulfills her the most. When not writing, she loves camping, hiking, photography, reading and playing with her five grandchildren.

She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Wisconsin Romance Writers of America.

You can connect with Tina at:
http://tinasusedik.wordpress.com./
Twitter: @tinasusedik
Website: TinaSusedik.com
Facebook: Tina Susedik, Author
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17908316-riding-for-love

Burke and Hare

I ran across this photo from my Scotland trip and it reminded me of a peculiar song sung by children in the 1800's.
"Up the close and down the stair, Up and down with Burke and Hare.. Burke’s the butcher, Hare’s the thief, Knox the man who buys the beef." –anonymous children’s song.

Perhaps this post is more suited for Halloween, but allow me a bit of leeway, as it is a fascinating story, imho. Follow--if you dare...

The above photo (without the parking sign, obviously) is of an watch tower over a graveyard. In the early 1800's, guards were posted to protect those in residence from body snatchers.

Edinburgh at that time was renowned for its advances in knowledge in medical science. However, cadavers needed for research were not readily available, and body snatching from unprotected graveyards became widespread as payment was offered for illegally exhumed corpses. High walls and watch towers were build around many of the graveyards in Edinburgh, and often bodies were kept in a locked room before burial until such a time as the body was too ‘gone’ to be of use to the medical college.

Between 1827 and 1829, what became known as the ‘West Port Murders’, arose two of the most famous body snatchers Scotland has ever known. Two Irishmen named Burke and Hare.

When an old man who owed them money died in the same lodging house with Burke and Hare, they decided to sell his body to cover the debt. They took the body to Dr. Knox who paid them more than 7 pounds, a rather large sum at that time, thus starting the pair on a deadly hunt for more.

Not content to wait for their victims to die naturally, over the next several months, Burke and Hare murdered 15 more people. They preyed on the tenants of their lodging house,, seeking victims who were usually very poor and unlikely to be missed. Soon they began stalking the streets of Edinburgh for strangers, prostitutes, and the homeless.

Finally, a woman’s body was found hidden beneath a bed in a spare room, and Burke and Hare were arrested. Even though there were more than a dozen murders, there wasn’t much evidence, and after a month of questioning, Hare was offered a deal to testify against Burke in exchange for immunity from prosecution.

On January 28, 1829, Burke was hung. His body was turned over to the medical school for dissection, and his skeleton can be seen today at the Edinburgh University Museum.

Hare disappeared, and his date of death is not certain.

It could not be proven that Dr. Knox knew the corpses he purchased from Burke and Hare were murder victims, and he was cleared of wrongdoing. However, his reputation in ruins, he left Scotland shortly after the trial and lived the rest of his life in London.

There is a song sung by Alistair MacDonald that recounts their evil deeds. called, The Shadow of Burke and Hare:

Edinburgh, home of kings, is famous now for other things; For with the night the darkness brings the fear of Burke and Hare.

 Chorus:
Up and down and round the stair, mind your back from Burke and Hare.. Burke’s the killer and Hare’s the thief, and Knox the butcher that buys the beef.

The kirkyard once was where the blessed, thought to lie in peaceful rest, Til like two hoodies from out the nest came Godless Burke and Hare.

And if the Bobby on the beat should spoil the hunt for charnel meat, There’s fresher pickings in the street and they’re the boys to find it.

With ready will they did consign a score of bodies to the brine, These mauchtless souls before their time, they sent unto their Maker.

But catched they were at last by law; “Hang them high,” says one and all; “The devil they served can take the twa- if even he can thole them!”

Up and down and round the stair, mind your back from Burke and Hare.. Burke’s the killer and Hare’s the thief, and Knox the butcher that buys the beef.

From Alistair MacDonald’s CD, Heroes and Legends, Corban http://stores.ebay.co.uk/Corban-Recordings

Thursday's Threads with Wareeze Woodson

Enjoy an excerpt and added bonus feature from Wareeze Woodson's romantic Regency suspense novel, An Enduring Love.
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Cover blurb:

Born and raised in Latvia, Rebecca Balodis marries Rhys Sudduth, an English diplomat. Shortly thereafter, he is summoned home to attend his father’s death-bed. Rebecca cannot accompany him at the time and becomes trapped in the turmoil plaguing her country. He is informed she died in the upheaval. 

Nearly four years later, she escapes and arrives in London with their son in tow. Arriving in the middle of his sister’s ball is very awkward, especially since Rhys plans to announce his betrothal to a young debutante later in the evening.

Trouble, suspense and danger, follow her from Latvia. Can this pair ever find or even recognize an enduring love? Is it worth keeping?

Excerpt:

A liveried butler, stern of countenance and standing stiffly erect opened the door. “Your invitation, Ma’am.”

Rebecca trembled, but forced out, “Surely, I don’t need an invitation. Please inform Lord Rhys that his wife is here.”

Astonishment flashed across the butler’s face before he bowed his head and nodded for her to follow him. Sonja was seated in the hall while he led Rebecca to a small parlor papered with stripes of ivory and cream. The entire room seemed a little intimidating, with an elaborate sofa covered with gold brocade sitting before a wide window. Chairs were shattered about the room as well, but the beauty of the room did little to sooth her nerves. She glanced at the low table in front of the sofa then let her gaze shift to the fireplace, glowing with warmth. The softly burning coals added soothing comfort to the room and with that, her whole body relaxed.

After the butler exited, Rebecca quickly knelt down to straighten Johnnie’s apparel. “We want to look our best mans maz cilveku, my little man. You must learn English better now we are home. They are not expecting us, but no matter. Your father will love you.”

The door opened and Rhys stood on the threshold with a scowl of impatience on his face, speaking to the butler over his shoulder. “Some strumpet masquerading as my deceased wife. Be damned. You’re positive she said, my wife. Not a long lost relative wanting to sponge…?”

 Rebecca jumped to her feet, took Johnnie by the hand and pasted a trembling smile on her lips. “Rhys.”
                                        
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An Added Bonus Feature!

Letters discovered in the belongings of the villain. These letters are not revealed in the book but are held in my heart and give insight to the story. A tidbit solely for you. Enjoy.
                                              Wareeze Woodson


The Year of Our Lord 1813

My Dearest Husband,

I write with my heart filled with sorrow. My beloved mother has passed on to join my father in Heaven. I can only be happy for her although sadness weighs me down. I am now acquainted with deep sadness and how you must mourn for your father. Grief makes it hard to write, but you deserve to know why I am delayed in departing this land.

 At the moment, I am trapped in Latvia due to the up-rising in my country. I do not know how long it may be before I am allowed to travel to England to join you. There is a guard placed outside my gate to prevent my departure at present, but I will travel to Rica at the first opportunity and board a ship to London. Perhaps all will settle quickly. I can only pray it shall be so.

I cannot wait to be in your arms again, to kiss your dear face and gaze into your eyes once more. With words, you painted a lovely picture of your home in England and of your relatives. The thought of meeting your family holds much pleasure for me, especially since I am now alone.

Take care, My Love. I shall write to let you know as the hour of my departure grows closer. Keep safe and know you have my enduring love.

Yours Always,

Rebecca Sudduth


Another letter confiscated by the villain.

The Year of Our Lord 1814

My Dearest Husband,

I have not received any word from you since you sailed away from Latvia. I hope you are well. I must write quickly in order to send this to you. There is still a guard at my gate.

With your connection in the government, perhaps you can return and help me travel to England. There will be one added person in need of your assistance, our son. If you cannot come at once, please write. I am most anxious to hear from you.

Never forget my enduring love. Anxiously waiting.

Yours Always,

Rebecca Sudduth

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About Wareeze:

I am a native of Texas and still live in this great state. I married my high school sweetheart, years and years ago. We raised four children and have eight grandchildren, and grandchildren are Grand. At the moment, all my children and my grandchildren live within seventy miles of our home, lots of visits. My husband and I still love each other after all these years, the stuff romance is made of, Happy Ever After!

website -  http://www.wareezewoodson.com/

face book -  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Wareeze-Woodson/523727757689755

twitter -  twitter.com@wareeze

face book - https://www.goodreads.com/wareeze
 

Guest Author Elizabeth Preston

Elizabeth Preston is with me today to give us a look at her novella,
The Outcasts, a story of the Australian Rainforests, prejudice, and an unlikely love.

(The Outcasts is scheduled to go live on Amazon TODAY! I will post the buy link as it comes available)

Back cover blurb:

In 1889, the Northern Australian Rainforests are cruel and prejudiced places to live.

Hunter, born from an English mother and a native Australian father, does not fit well with either group. He is an outcast. The new English settlers fear and demonise him because he is dark skinned, unpredictable and frighteningly strong.

Long ago, Hunter survived his mother’s murder. An Aboriginal witch doctor found the dying boy and used tribal magic to save his life. Hunter grew fearfully strong, but this gift of ferocity and strength came at a cost.

Now, as an adult, he wanders the rainforest at night venting his anger and frustrations. He is not safe to be around.

But wayward Alice thinks otherwise.


Excerpt:


 “So, is this how it is to be? The English have sent me a prize this time, a fine English lady who also knows how to be a whore in bed?”

That was it! She was seething now, way too angry to feel fear, or restraint. “No one has sent me. I am my own person, I go where I please. I do not care what the others say. And I would not make advances toward you if my life depended on it.”

“Ha!” he said. “I think you might.”

“I can assure you,” she hissed, “that I would not. I’d rather seduce a python, I’d rather bed a Tasmanian tiger and I’d kiss a web filled with spiders rather than be intimate with you. All three creatures at once would be a preferable fate.”

He roared with laughter. Then he stopped laughing and crept close enough so that his heavy lashes brushed against her cheek. “If I kissed your beautiful mouth, then you would respond. I would see to it that you did.”

Almost spitting, she said, “You are rude, contemptuous and . . .” She struggled for words. “. . .gravely misguided. The English do not sacrifice their women. And what on this God-given earth makes you think that anyone, not just the English but anyone at all, would want to please you?”

“You have been sent down here to warm my bed. I am sure of it.”

Alice supposed that she should be scared. Anyone that deluded deserved to be feared but she was simply too angry to care. “The others warned me about you,” she said.

“There. I knew it. You lied. You do know more about me than you let on.” He backed away, almost satisfied.

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About Elizabeth:


Elizabeth spent her first life in New Zealand but now calls sunny Sydney home. She lives with one patient husband, one grown son and one very naughty little dog.

She always wanted to be a writer but tried everything else first. She’s been a teacher, a ship’s cook, a ticket seller and an advertising person paid to spend other people’s money. She likes being a writer best.

Elizabeth dreams of moving to the postcard-perfect Southern Highlands of New South Wales. There, she will unleash her dark heroes and dastardly plots and generally cause mayhem. The dream also involves flapping ducks, wandering alpacas and an assortment of other animals for her dog to bark at.

Elizabeth won an award from The Society of Women Writers, WA and slogged away at a writing degree from Southern Cross University.

The Outcasts, published by Soul Mate Publishing, is her first novella. Elizabeth’s blog address is: http://elizabethpreston.wordpress.com.

Cue the Bagpipes! We have winners!!

Congratulations,
Debbie McCreary and Joy Boothby!

You have each won your choice of a Kindle ebook copy of either
The Highlander's Accidental Bride or
The Highlander's Reluctant Bride!


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My guest author today is Cynthia Owens with her Irish historical book, My Dark Rose, the third in her Wild Geese series. Welcome!

Hi Cathy, and thanks so much for having me today!

Good morning, Cynthia! It’s great to have you here. Could you please tell us a bit about yourself?

I believe I was destined to be interested in history. One of my distant ancestors, Thomas Aubert, reportedly sailed up the St. Lawrence River to discover Canada some 26 years before Jacques Cartier’s 1534 voyage. Another relative was a 17thCentury “King’s Girl,” one of a group of young unmarried girls sent to New France (now the province of  Quebec) as brides for the habitants (settlers) there.

My passion for reading made me long to write books like the ones I enjoyed, and I tried penning sequels to my favorite Nancy Drew mysteries. Later, fancying myself a female version of Andrew Lloyd Weber, I drafted a musical set in Paris during WWII.

A former journalist and lifelong Celtophile, I enjoyed a previous career as a reporter/editor for a small chain of community newspapers before returning to my first love, romantic fiction. My stories usually include an Irish setting, hero or heroine, and sometimes all three.

I’m the author of The Claddagh Series, historical romances set in Ireland and beyond, and The Wild Geese Series, in which five Irish heroes return from the American Civil War to find love and adventure.

I’m a member of the Romance Writers of America, Hearts Through History Romance Writers, and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers. A lifelong resident of Montreal, Canada, I still live there with my own Celtic hero and our two teenaged children.

CMR: Wow. You seem to have a destiny with history. How long have you been writing?

CO: To be perfectly honest, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t write! In the first grade, we were told to write a few sentences about Dick, Jane and their dog Spot. I wrote about four paragraphs! But talk about stifling creativity: instead of being pleased and praising me, my teacher scolded for writing too much! I can’t help wondering what she’d say if she knew I’ve become a (dare I say it?) multi-published author!

CMR: What do you enjoy most about writing?

CO: Well, let’s see, there really isn’t much I don’t enjoy about writing. ;) But I think the best thing about writing is the creative rush I get when I first begin the story. I love creating my characters, deciding on the time frame, the setting, and of course, the plot. It’s a little bit like falling in love for the first time, with all the wonder and excitement that entails. It’s a great feeling!

CMR: What is it that draws you to historical romance?

CO: I love history! Irish history in particular. Despite the tragedy and hardship of the Irish people in the Victorian era (Queen Victoria was known in Ireland as the Famine Queen), there was so much political upheaval happening at the time, such determination to survive. The Irish are a great people, and I only hope I can do them justice.

CMR: That sounds wonderful! So, tell us a bit about your newest book.

CO: I’m so thrilled to announce the June release of My Dark Rose. It’s the third in the Wild Geese Series, and it’s Dary Greely’s story.

…Like the Wild Geese of Old Ireland, five boys grew to manhood despite hunger, war, and the mean streets of New York…

He was the lucky one…

Dary Greely is the only one of his brothers and sisters to survive the hunger in Ireland and the coffin ship to America. He was the one whose parents made a bit of money, the one who emerged from the war virtually unscathed. He was the lucky one…but when the war ended, his luck ran out.

She was burdened by too many responsibilities…

Róisín Donavan is an Irish girl who lives in a Five Points tenement room. She dreams of a future as a great diva and sings Irish songs at Paddy Ryan's Pub. But her stubborn Irish pride won't allow her to abandon her family, even if it means sacrificing everything for them.

Can Dary make Róisín see her true worth? Can Róisín heal the festering wounds that tear at Dary’s soul? And can love truly mend their grieving hearts?

CMR: What was your inspiration for this story?

CO: My hero, Dary Greely, inspired this story. The lucky one, the one who grew up with a few advantages, who’s everyone’s friend. The easy-going one with the sense of humor. But what happens when his luck runs out? That’s what I wanted to find out!

CMR: That's a great premise! What kind of research did you do?

CO: A lot, and since I love my research, I had a great time! J I’d already done some research into the Famine, the coffin ships that brought the five “Wild Geese” to America, and the Five Points, where they grew up. But My Dark Rose took the characters to such places as Delmonico’s Restaurant, a well-to-do family’s home, and a Central Park roller-skating rink. So I had to find out just what Dary and Róisín would have experienced. And since Róisín’s a singer in an Irish pub, I had to research the lyrics to several Irish songs. No hardship there, as I listen to Irish music whether I’m writing or not!

CMR: How did you decide on the setting? Have you ever been there?

CO: My Dark Rose is set in New York City, and deciding on the setting was easy. Most Irish immigrants arrived in New York, and many of them stayed on and became a close-knit community. I have been to New York City, but only for brief visits. I hope to go back one day soon and explore the city more thoroughly.

CMR: Which character was the easiest to write? Why?

CO: Róisín was very easy to write because we shared a lot of the same character traits. She’s very insecure about her relationship with Dary because of the differences in their economic stations. And she worries about disappointing her music teacher. Having been painfully shy my entire life, I could relate to those insecurities.

CMR: What surprises did you uncover as these characters and story developed?

CO: Probably the biggest surprise was how endearing Róisín’s family was. From her spoiled, selfish sister, Nuala, to her wastrel brother, Joe, I fell in love with all of them. I hope my readers grow as fond of them as I have, because they’ve been tugging at my sleeves and asking for their own stories!

CMR: I’ve learned a lot today, Cynthia, and I’ve certainly enjoyed getting to know you better. Is there anything you’d like to add?
I love to hear from my readers! I love to connect with them on Facebook or Twitter, and I love receiving e-mails through my website. I usually answer right away too. Readers can contact me or connect with me at the following links:

Website: http://www.cynthiaowensromancewriter.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorCynthiaOwens?ref=hl

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Cynwrites1

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Cynthia-Owens/e/B003DQ1V2E/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

CMR: Thanks so much for joining me today, Cynthia! Best of luck with your books!

Thanks so much for having me! I really enjoyed answering your questions, and I look forward to meeting your readers!

Ebook Giveaway on my blog!

We're in the middle of a long, fun weekend, so I thought I'd add a bit of excitement.
Leave a comment below telling me your favorite thing about the Fourth of July (or any long weekend).

Two lucky commenters will win an ebook (Kindle format) of their choice of one of the featured books!

Giveaway ends Monday morning, July 7, 8:00 CST. Winners will be posted later that day.

I hope everyone is having a great weekend!

HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY 4th of JULY!!

Meet Guest Author, Larynn Ford

Today's guest author is Larynn Ford. Author of In My Wildest Dreams and Christmas Blessing in All I Want for Christmas is a Soul Mate, her third book, Rescued, is due to be released July 18. Thanks for visiting with me today, Larynn!

Larynn Ford began reading romance in her early teens and became interested in writing in high school. She’s a daydreamer and a romantic who is intrigued by the paranormal and loves to let her mind wander, always searching for a happily ever after ending to her dreams.                                                                                          
She began reading with a renewed passion in 2006, fell in love with romance all over again, and began thinking how much fun it would be to create a fantasy world all her own.

In 2009, she began writing down some ideas that actually blossomed to book length and in 2010, joined Romance Writers of America. She is a member of the Southern Magic Chapter in Birmingham, Alabama.

To her delight and constant amazement, her first book, IN MY WILDEST DREAMS was released April 16, 2013. Her desire for more grows constantly. She’s going to keep on writing, dreaming, and searching for those happy ending’s..
Here's the blurb from her latest book, Rescued, due to be released July 16. Be on the lookout for it!

                  Rescued
Fiercely independent and determined to be taken seriously in a man’s world, PI Rose Baxter will do whatever it takes to find the kids who are disappearing from the streets and bring them home safe, even teaming up with PI Marty Brown, a man hot enough to burn whatever part of her gets too close – her fingers, her sheets, her life, and her other nature’s whiskers. 

But her other nature knows whiskers grow back and will accept nothing less than this man as her mate for life, a plan Marty’s all in on. Sparks fly when she refuses to be the little woman. Besides, those kids need her and their time’s running out. But, thrown together 24/7 can she fight it?
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Links:

Website/Blog: http://www.larynnford.com/

Twitter: @LarynnFord

Face Book: https://www.facebook.com/larynnfordauthor

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Larynn-Ford/e/B00CELS1V8/

 Book Buy Links:

In My Wildest Dreams

http://www.amazon.com/My-Wildest-Dreams-Larynn-Ford-ebook/dp/B00CE3B11I/

 Christmas Blessings in All I Want For Christmas Is A Soul Mate

http://www.amazon.com/All-Want-For-Christmas-Soulmate-ebook/dp/B00GH2I458/

 Rescued

Available on Amazon.com July 16, 2014