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If you're interested, contact me at rmrk1234@yahoo.com.
I also have a blog: REMullins@blogspot.com and would be willing to feature your cover, excerpt, bio, & buylinks.
R.E.Mullins

The 100 dystopian TV series is a classic example of a dystopia that's a farce. The only people left alive on Earth are trapped aboard a space station. Those who annoy the leaders are killed without a second thought. They send 100 youngsters to the planet to see if it's safe. Interesting premise that quickly falls apart.
The 100 youngsters quicky pair off and run out into the weeds as if they are on a high school holiday and they don't have to tell anyone what they did. Meanwhile back at the space station, 230 people volunteer to die and are killed.
What?
The writers live in never never land. Establishing a colony is very very dangerous. If I was to do that show, I would take all the writers an the main actors into the Canadian woods over night so they can get a taste of life out there. In the middle of the night when they are fast asleep, they would hear wolves howling close by and then the scream of a cougar. After a while, they would all go back to sleeo. Another cougar scream, this time close by. They would all be wide awake by this time and will stay that way for a while.
They finally all go back to sleep. Suddenly, they hear something traveling through the camp site growling. All of them then hear sniffing at the tents and more growls. After whatever it was goes away, there is lots of talking and three or four crowd into one person tents for safety in numbers.
Eventually all of them go to sleep. Nearing dawn, more growls and the sounds of something huge trampling the empty tents. After a bit, the huge something goes away.
They all awake at the crack of dawn bleary eyed after the most harrowing night any of them have ever experienced. I would have all of them gather for breakfast that included hot strong coffee and ask them "how did it go last night?"
After all the shouting and screaming dies down and they convince themselves I must have played animal sounds, I would have the animal trainers introduce real wolves, several real cougars and a Kodiak bear and I would say, "whatever you might have heard, in the woods, large predators rule the night. Now, go write me some real scripts.
"As for you actors, remember how you felt when your hair was standing on end and you feared going to sleep. That would be the first night for the 100 with one exception, one or two would be bloody remnants or simply gone."
"Now, we got a story."

A Treasured Lily
A Crystal Angel
Cowgirl Fever
A Flawed Jewel

Mathilde Miller wanted to be a good daughter and marry the son of a long-time family friend, Joshua Bowman. But she didn’t want to be the wife of a Pennsylvania farmer. She loved her life, cooking on the Virginia frontier at her family’s ordinary. The minute blacksmith Will McGlashen walks into her kitchen, her restlessness focused on him. Fresh from Scotland, with a voice “like a song” and thick coppery hair, her heart belonged to him. Was it possible for the daughter of a Pennsylvania German to marry a hired man from Scotland? What did she really know about Will McGlashen and his secret past?
Will McGlashen needed to keep his own counsel. A man with a past full of violence and loss in Scotland, he was grateful for this chance to rebuild his life as a blacksmith in Virginia. He’d have to ignore the undeniable pull he felt toward his boss’s eldest daughter. When Joshua Bowman showed up and claimed her, instead of providing resolution for will, it burns like the fire he wields in his blacksmith shop. As events unfold, Will wonders if the signs she’s sending him are all in his head and prays that he has the strength not to find out.
The story is set in the Virginia frontier in 1765, a time when Native Americans still lurked in the hills, bandits and robbers were handed swift justice, and enterprising men and their families attempted to live in and tame the wild western edge of the new colonies. An ordinary offering good food, a bed, and company for travelers along the way was a much welcomed respite. Mathilde and Will's story is woven into the history, adventure, and danger of the time period.
Thanks so much,
Liz

Stoney
Books mentioned in this topic
A Treasured Lily (other topics)A Crystal Angel (other topics)
Cowgirl Fever (other topics)
A Flawed Jewel (other topics)
Blurb:
Blaire is a freelance photographer on assignment. She is heading home to Texas, armed with her camera to do a photo feature for the Tribune. Taking photos of the dude ranch, she gets an eyeful of an uninhibited cowboy through her lens. The summer heat of Texas has nothing on the heat he generates in her.
Dan was expecting a photographer but not the sexy urban cowgirl that arrived. He knew it was hot out, he just hadn’t expected the hot and sexy woman to make him burn the minute he caught sight of her. One look and he had to quench this fire inside.
One touch between Dan and Blaire sparks a wildfire that burns hotter than the Texas summer and is just as hard to put out.
Clean Excerpt:
Graduation had her moving to Chicago. After a couple of years of living and working there, she realized that Chicago couldn’t give her the life she thought she’d wanted. What she wanted was right here in Texas, so when she got this assignment she packed her bags, subletted her apartment, and headed home.
The GPS announced she was there. Looking around, Blaire spotted the driveway; it was hard to miss. The wrought iron arch over the drive simply proclaimed Triple D Dude Ranch. She frowned. The drive was just as dusty as the road and there was not a hotel in sight.
Sighing, Blaire put on her signal and pulled over. She stopped and grabbed her camera. A picture of the arch, with the wrought iron words showcasing the name, would be a perfect shot. Blaire opened her door and groaned as the leather made a sucking sound as she peeled herself off. Maybe she shouldn't have shucked her panties at that last stop. She hadn't thought about peeling herself off the leather seats, only how infernally hot the day was.
Stepping out, she looked both ways before she minced to the opposite side of the road. The heels of the unfamiliar and recently purchased cowboy boots and the long drive had made her a bit wobbly.
Blaire lifted her camera, uncovering the lens and holding the cap in her hand. No dust on the lens, she was glad to see. It wouldn’t have surprised her at all if there were. She felt like every crevice of her body had grit in it. Her cute Western outfit might never be the same. She felt wilted from head to toe. Lining up the arch in her lens, Blaire cursed as she dropped the lens cap on the ground. One of these days she’d remember to attach it with the string to the camera itself.
“Damn it!” Bending over from the waist, she picked up the cap from the ground; after all, it was a good opportunity to do one of her daily stretches. Blaire tucked it in the pocket on the front of her cute little denim skirt as she stood, like she should have in the first place.
Lining up the arch once again, Blaire could see that the dust continued, the drive a little smoother than the road coming in. Shaking her head, she snapped a picture. Moving around, she tried to capture it from different angles. She could always delete the ones that didn’t work.
Finishing, Blaire decided she’d had enough of the arch. There had to be at least one good one. She started back to the car when she heard a noise and whirled around.
Her breath caught and she instinctively lifted the camera for a shot. Holy hotness! That was a real cowboy. Her eyes widened as she looked through the lens, quickly snapping a picture.
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