Monday, July 27, 2015

Heart of Stone (Military romance novella) on Sale for limited time! #kindle #RB4U #MFRWauthor

Heart of Stone
(Military romance / erotic)
Novella – 17,500 words

Randall Stone is the stuff of heroes, a mercenary given a dishonorable discharge from the army he has served with his life. Refusal to obey orders in favor of saving a team member’s life put a premature end to Stone’s illustrious career. But, the government is still interested in using the skills they've taught Major Rand Stone, and he continues to work as a freelance trouble shooter with his hand-picked team.

A playboy who enjoys women and his freedom, Stone shocks everyone when he falls in love with an unlikely woman. When an old enemy surfaces from Stone’s past, taking the one thing Randall will not lose, a deadly hunt begins. Robin Bourne is declared dead, killed in a car crash while Stone was on a mission – but in his soul, he knows she’s alive, and the mission ahead of him now is intensely personal. Backed with his team, Stone relentlessly pursues the old friend who’s dared to go after him by taking the woman he loves...


Jennifer stopped at the door to Rand’s office, her stomach lurching with sickening intensity when she spotted what held his attention so completely. Sighing, she shook off the sense of loss and went into the shadowy room.

“How many times are you going to watch that?”

Rand’s eyes flashed with annoyance when he turned to look at her. For several moments, he made no other indication of having heard her. Then he turned, hit the pause button on the DVD player to mute the sound, and leaned back in his chair. He tossed the remote onto a pile of paperwork.

“I thought you were going to Paris,” he commented.

“I am. This is where you can reach me.”

The shrug he gave her in response was not reassuring. Genuinely concerned, she dropped the slip of paper on the nearest stack of work, then perched on the edge of his desk and looked closer at him.

“When was the last time you slept without dreaming about her, Rand?”

“The day we buried her. Since then, it’s been constant.”

“Let her go,” she whispered. “This isn’t what Robin would want for you. She loved you too much.”

“This proves she’s not dead.”

His certainty created a flicker of exasperation in her. “That doesn’t prove a damn thing, Rand. We haven’t been able to verify the disc’s dating. There were no fingerprints. No trace of anything that could tell us where it came from.” She paused. “It might not even be Robin.”

Even she heard the lack of conviction in her last words, and Rand laughed.

“You don’t believe for a minute that I can’t recognize any part of her, Jennifer,” he said, his voice quiet. “Her face might not be in the picture, but I know it’s her.”

Jennifer knew he was right. She just didn’t like what that correctness meant.

“He likes to touch, but not to inflict pain,” Rand mused, turning the recording on again.

The comment took Jennifer back to a mission she would have preferred not to remember. Rand had once served with a man named Jason MacIntyre. He was, like Randall, a highly trained soldier, and had once been as tied to Donald Brookman as Stone and their team were. MacIntyre had gone rogue a couple of years back, and when Brookman had given Rand the nasty assignment of bringing him in, the entire mission had proven a mistake. Mac had planned a detailed trap, and they’d fallen into it. Most of the team had been captured and used to bait Stone.

Rand had once owed the man his life. Despite the bad blood between them, Rand had shown Mac a mercy that would never have been accorded him had their situations been reversed. He made the difficult decision to let Mac disappear rather than let him face the wrath of both the government and the military. It had been one of the few times she’d ever see Donald Brookman genuinely furious with Stone, and it was not a pleasant memory. No more than the recollection of Mac’s slimy come-ons to her during her time as his prisoner. Her mind pulled forth the memory, almost against her will…

“…Some people like to do things to their captives… painful things… I like to touch… to inflict pleasure…” he murmured, leaning in to her.

Jennifer repressed her flinch and met his eyes with a cool composure that she’d spent years acquiring.

“Do you sleep with Stone?”

She smiled. This was pretty much the conversation she’d been expecting. She let the pause lengthen, chose her moment for effect. “You’re not prepared to believe me if I say yes or no, so why bother?”

“Because maybe I will believe you, if you give me the right answer, of course.”

“Of course. But there is no right answer.”

The words tumbled back into the forefront of Jennifer’s mind, freezing her blood in her veins as she considered what they might have overlooked in Robin’s case.


It took a moment for his concentration to refocus, and he straightened in his chair when he saw the intensity of her gaze.

“Do you know where Jason MacIntyre is?”

Startled, Rand shifted until his elbows were on the desktop, and he was looking directly at her.


“It’s possible…just possible, that he’s the one in this recording.”

“Why, Jenn?” Rand snapped at her. “What haven’t you told me before?”

“Something you said, about liking to touch,” she answered warily. “He used those words when he had us in his camp. He likes to touch, but not to inflict pain. He gets a kick out of humiliating women, and he does it by making his victim feel good then watching her twist herself into knots because it did feel good.” She paused. “I know because he did it to me, Rand.”

Rand shook his head, uncertain of precisely what he was attempting to deny. Part of him was rejecting the possibility that the woman he loved was in MacIntyre’s hands. Yet the more rational part of his mind sensed it could be true.

He reached for the phone, but the gesture was aborted when the man he intended to call walked into the office.

“I’m glad you’re still here, Jennifer,” Donald Brookman noted with a nod. “I’m afraid your plans for Paris are going to have to wait.”

Rand’s frown deepened, and after Brookman took a closer look at him, his gaze moved to the image frozen on the big screen television that was usually concealed behind a wall. He sighed.

“She’s dead, Rand,” he said quietly. “Let it go.”

“Let it go?” Rand repeated, voice icy with contained fury. “I will not ‘let it go,’ Brookman. She’s alive, and I intend to find her!”

“We’ve been through this already,” Donald began, only to be stopped by the sheer force of Stone’s anger when the younger man rose and glared at him.

“Whatever you came for is going to have to wait.”

Brookman looked to Jennifer, and he must have read something in her expression because he turned back to Rand and studied him intently. “What’s happened?”

“We may have a lead on what really happened to Robin,” Jennifer said, her voice soft, caution in her look and tone.

Rand didn’t so much as look at her; his eyes were still locked in silent combat with Brookman.

“Robin is dead,” Donald said.

Brookman’s decree was met with stony silence, and tension poured into the room, enshrouding the three people present.

Friday, July 24, 2015

The anti-socializing world of social media #RB4U #MFRWauthor #RomFantasy

Looks a bit odd, doesn’t it? After almost ten years on various social media sites, watching the decline in manners, decency, and intelligent engagement though, I think social media is the most anti-social realm I’ve ever seen. Most days it’s a war zone for many, and you have to wonder when we, as a society, got so far removed from humanity that everything in front of us on a computer screen has become a battle cry for someone. When was the last time you logged in on your favourite social site and didn’t see horrors, or people calling each other the crudest and rudest of names?

In the past week alone I scrolled through commentary on a YouTube video that was essentially a very positive message about body shaming. A thirteen year old girl spoke up, and a man claiming to be an adult with children not only trashed her opinion and laughed at her, he then went on to shower her with what amounted to a sexual assault with words as he told her in great and crude detail exactly what he would do her given the chance. She was thirteen for God’s sake, and perhaps not as articulate as she would have liked, but that didn’t make her opinion any less valid than the asshole who attacked her, repeatedly. If I’d been that girl’s parent and saw that I’d have wanted to call the police to have the bastard charged.

A day later, on Facebook, a political discussion. When did people stop remembering the way to certain annihilation on the internet is to open the conversation to religion, politics, and sex with strangers? It was like watching a train wreck. The hatred, and ignorance, and verbal abuse some people dish out hidden safely behind their computers, it’s horrendous. If the people who engage in this kind of verbal abuse are even remotely like their online presence, we’re in a world of predators who are not only illiterate, they’re dangerous. Is it really up to anyone to say who God will judge and what that judgement will be? When did a differing opinion make someone deserving of assaults? It’s really astonishing, and more than a little frightening.

We have to endure the idiocy of celebrity antics on a daily basis, and most of us do subscribe to some social media now. It’s just hard to understand why everything has to devolve into such ugliness all the time. Of course, people like this have always been part of society, but now they have an open field of prey and apparently plenty of time to spend finding targets for their miserable existences to prey on. I’ve met some truly amazing people because of the internet. But I’ve also been the target of an online predator, slander, and defamation from assorted crazies. It never ceases to amaze me how fast people can go from love to hate in this make believe world.

The internet should have been one of man’s greatest achievements, and used properly it is–an incredible conduit of information and access to people everywhere. Instead, as we become more connected via this web of technology, we become more divided. We are connected to other humans, but lose our humanity… If the future is here, I think we’ve lost much more than we’ve gained at this stage. Until the new world grows up, the general internet population is certainly proving it’s in its infancy–with all the childish tantrums to prove it. Am I the only one who'd like off the ride now?

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Monday, July 20, 2015

Wolf Legends Book One: Cursed Awakening @nikkitrueblue #RomFantasy

Wolf Legends: Book One
Cursed Awakening
by Nikki Noffsinger


Nyx Wahpeton is a wolf shifter and takes protecting the local reservation very seriously. Finding a date, let alone a mate, is not high on his long list of priorities. However, when he has a chance encounter with a young woman, and she’s all he can think about.

Ivy Morgan has finally gotten her new start on life and she’s not looking back. After barely surviving life in a cult, she has finally regained her independence. Ghosts from her past lurk in the shadows and the nightmares still haven’t ended, but each new day is a promise. Romance is not even a blip on her radar until she meets a local young man that is wildly handsome and dead sexy, but can Ivy trust Nyx with her past and with her secrets? Can Nyx trust Ivy with the one secret that could put every one he loves in danger? Evil and betrayal are lurking in the shadows waiting and their new found awakened passion will be put to the test.


She had always been hell bent on self-expression. Her canvas just seemed to be her body right now. Lahni played bass guitar for a band called, The PMS Avengers. They made a CD and even though all the family had pitched theirs, he kept his in his truck. He just didn’t listen to it very often. It was hard enough telling other guys the band’s name, but the first song on the CD was called “Bite it off” and that right there was self-explanatory. Tonight though, he was putting the CD on the playlist …even if it was just to torment Ari and Karma. He laughed as he walked to his truck where two impatient imps were waiting.

“Nyx, how can you stand to put up with me like this? I’m a total head case.” Ivy whispered.

Nyx smiled, “That’s okay, and we’re all some sort of head case. I mean didn’t you see my brothers? Ivy, I love you and I’m going to keep on loving you even if you sprout horns or run around the house in all your naked glory reciting the Gettysburg Address.”

Ivy laughed and it warmed Nyx that she was once again relaxing. “I think I would look ridiculous with horns not to mention running around your house naked.”

Nyx’s eyes flashed, “Oh, I’m totally on board with the idea of you going anywhere naked just as long as you take me with you!”

Ivy just stared at him with a grin on her face and blush on her cheeks. She snuggled into his chest and yawned. She could feel his hands stroking her back as he began to hum something. It was really pretty. She looked up with sleepy eyes, “What is that?”

He smiled, “It’s a lullaby that my mother used to sing to me and the rest of us when we were small.”

Ivy smiled and snuggled back down as he started to hum again. When he could feel her sleeping soundly in his arms, he shifted her just slightly so he could lie down beside her to catch some z’s himself. He kept his arms around her so she could feel safe and protected, but it was for him too. He needed to feel her; to know she was right there. When she had run off, he felt as if his heart was leaving his chest. His father had once told him and his brothers that no one could live without their heart, and that was what a true mate was. Ivy was his heart; his true mate.

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Savage Dawn

Lahni is her family’s wild child. Since she was 18 she’s been making her own way and playing guitar for rock metal band. She loves the open road and music but when Lahni goes home to help her family, she has no time for the proud clan chieftain of the Whispering Waters; Shiloh Red Cloud. He broke her heart long ago and she’s not giving him a second chance at it.

Shiloh Red Cloud is a fierce warrior and he shoulders his entire clan on his shoulders. Now that an ancient evil has been defeated, he’s ready to claim his reluctant mate; Lahni Wahpeton. They have a past and he knows he’s hurt her but that is not going to stop him from winning her heart, if only she’d just stop running from him.

Passions collide and a centuries old vendetta reveals itself. Can Lahni be able to let her walls around her heart down? Will Shiloh be able to heal the heart he once broke? The will wage more than just a battle to reclaim their love; they will have to battle another evil as the sun breaks the horizon bringing forth a Savage Dawn.


Shiloh grabbed the guitar case before she could maneuver it to hit him, and tossed it into the back of his pick-up truck. He then set her back on her feet but turned her while still keeping hold of her. If looks could kill, he’d already be skinned and his head mounted on her wall. Determination set into his jaw.

“You’re coming with me and that’s final. Fight or better yet, run Lahni because when I catch you, and I will catch you, it will make it sweeter, but either way you’re coming with me.”

Lahni was tempted to shift and give him a run for his money but there was too much open ground and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to out run him. She could scream for help, but she wouldn’t risk Sully being hurt or anyone else. Besides, those were coward things and she damn sure was no coward. Lahni glared up at Shiloh.

“I.HATE.YOU.” she snarled through clenched teeth.

He leaned into her face, “Good, right now I’m not too thrilled with you either.” He pulled her over to the truck door and opened it. She leapt up into the seat crossing her arms over her huffing chest looking straight out of the windshield. When she got home, there was going to be hell to pay.


They had driven in silence. Shiloh had slowed the truck down to let Cinjin go on ahead. Lahni refused to look at him.

“Lahni, we need to talk.” His voice was tense but he tried to keep his tone soft.

She looked out the window, “I have nothing to say to you.”

“Fine. I’ll talk.” He started to open his mouth again, but she turned on the radio, and turned it up loud.

He growled as he shut it off. When he started to speak again, she pulled out an iPod and placed the buds in her ears. He pulled the truck over and pulled them out of her ears and grabbed the iPod and clutched it in his hand so he wouldn’t throw it out the window.

“Give me that back. I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.”

Shiloh smirked, “You’re going to listen to me if we have to sit her all night.”

Lahni flexed her hand and looked at her nails, “Fine. Speak.”

“Lahni, this has gone on for far too long. You’re my mate and I won’t allow you to keep running circles around me.”

She turned to him and covered her mouth with a faked emotion, “Oh Shiloh, yes darling, I’ve been waiting all these years just to hear those words fall out of your mouth. My life has meaning now! I bet we can finally cure cancer since you’ve finally decided that I’m your mate.”

She “tsk’d” him, “Gimme a break. You are delusional if you think for a moment that I would tie myself to someone like you.” Her disgust was palatable.

He grabbed the back of her head, and bared his canines at her, “You’re mine Lahni, whether you want to admit it or not. We were tied to one another long ago.”

Lahni jerked out of his hold, “I belong to no one but myself and my family. We were children long ago. Get a life and get a new dream.”

Those mercury gold eyes burned a hole into her all the way to her soul. He had broken her once, and she wasn’t going back for seconds.

“Shiloh, this is the 21st Century and Stepford was just a movie. You can’t just demand and declare shit of me. I won’t be anyone’s prize, especially by force.”

Shiloh heard the venom she spat, and sure she was pissed off but there was a sadness and longing in those bi-colored eyes of hers. He wanted to take her into his arms and soothe her and mend the heart of the only woman he’d ever loved in his entire life. Shiloh knew though if he eased up now, she’d only run again and he’d go insane chasing her down.

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Wednesday, July 15, 2015

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Monday, July 13, 2015

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Tuesday, July 07, 2015

Out of Character Virtual Tour @GoddessFish @DianaMiller

by Diana Miller

Stepping out of your comfort zone can be hazardous…

Denver, Colorado, ER doctor Jillian Rodgers has never done an impulsive thing in her life. But all that changes when she meets the man of her dreams on a ski vacation. Within twenty-four hours, they’ve spent a passionate night together and Jillian is convinced she’s halfway in love. After all, she figures the worst that can happen is she’ll go home with a broken heart…

But the man pretending to be an ordinary guy is far from it. In fact, he shouldn’t get anywhere near Jillian. Yet there’s something about her he can’t resist—and she’s perfect for his cover. Besides, he’s sure he isn’t endangering her.

Unfortunately, they’re both wrong.

When someone uses their chairlift for target practice, Jillian ends up wounded—and her dream man promptly disappears. Within days, her car explodes. Just when things can’t get any worse, she’s kidnapped at gunpoint. Soon Jillian’s running for her life and forced to depend on the man who deserted her, a man who claims he’s trying to protect her but whose story has more holes than a gauze bandage. A man Jillian once thought she loved, but now isn’t sure she should even trust.


The night was frigid and dark, the moon and stars obscured by clouds. Snow-caked pine needles scraped Jillian’s cheeks as Paul guided her through the trees. She wasn’t sure why he’d roused her in the middle of the night and led her out a basement window and into the woods, but she’d bet it wasn’t for a midnight hike.

“This way. Hurry.” He released her hand and pressed his palm against her back. Within seconds they were jogging, crunching over icy snow that seeped into Jillian’s running shoes and under her jeans, scratching and biting her bare legs above her socks.

Then she heard it. An explosion behind them. Followed by the odor of burning gasoline.

She froze as a wave of nausea engulfed her. “No.” She looked over her shoulder toward the sound and smell. Through the trees, she saw flickers of red, yellow, and orange.

“Come on.” Paul wrapped his arm around her shoulders and urged her forward.

Her legs wouldn’t move. “The smell. It’s the same smell.” Fire mixed with gasoline, consuming her car. Consuming--

Paul’s arm tightened around her, and his lips brushed her ear. “No one’s inside this time.” He gently turned her head away from the fire. “Don’t look at it. Don’t think about it. Think about moving your legs, about running. Just think about running.”

Paul’s words and pressing arm got her legs moving again.

“Where are we going?” Jillian puffed out after a couple minutes of jogging through snow.

“Away.” Paul didn’t sound the least bit winded. “Unfortunately, our car was disabled, so it’s on to Plan B.”

“Do you have a Plan B?”

“I always have a Plan B. And Plans C and D. Follow me.”

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When she was eight, Diana decided she wanted to be Nancy Drew. But no matter how many garbage cans she dug through, conversations she “accidentally” overheard, and attics she searched, she never found a single mysterious letter, hidden staircase, or anything else even remotely mysterious or suspenseful. She worked as a lawyer, a soda jerk, a stay-at-home mom, a hospital admitting clerk, and a conference host for events ranging from Lutheran music to the International BB Gun competition. She spent long hours volunteering in a nineteenth century mansion allegedly full of secrets and a few ghosts. Still no luck.

Diana ultimately decided the only way she was going to inject any mystery or suspense into her otherwise satisfying life was by writing about it. Her debut novel, Dangerous Affairs, won a Golden Heart Award from the Romance Writer of America, and she’s received five Golden Heart nominations, including one for Out of Character.

Diana lives in the Twin Cities with her family and an energetic Wheaten terrier.




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Friday, July 03, 2015

New from @MiriamNewman and @DCLPublications - Invanine

Miriam Newman

He was her slave in one land, her lover in another.  When the king’s sister saves a rebel from a troubled province, her act of mercy changes her life forever.



When they made the long slow turn at the river, she caught a glimpse of the rear of the procession. Yes, there were the prisoners still, most of them somehow still walking though they were roped to horses that dragged them every inch of the way. The riders seemed careful not to kill them just yet, which suggested an even worse fate when they reached the city once more. Some sort of execution platform would have been erected in their absence—something that didn’t require too much time. Lucien would not give rebels the honor of a protracted lifespan, though he might draw out their deaths if it pleased him. She already knew it would please him.

That was why she maneuvered Cloud adroitly to come up beside him when they reached the square in Primecta. He nodded very slightly, signifying that she might join him.

“You do me credit, Sister,” he complimented her. “Most women shrink from flaying.”

It explained the relative lack of preparation. Little panoply was required to simply whip a man to death in the street.

“Oh, I shrink, Lucien,” she assured him, with a brilliant carmine smile for the onlookers. “But never in public. I only thought…”—she let her smile grow winsome, “…perhaps as an act of mercy you might give me one for a slave. You did not gift me for my birthday, after all.”

“The horse was your gift,” he said, shortly, but she could see the thought had engaged him. Crowds were fickle. There was no telling how the people would react to the first public execution in years, though his agents had been hard at work stirring up emotion against Parthia. His father had left him an untroubled kingdom. Now, under governance of the stick, there were rumors of dissent.

“Just one?” she wheedled. “I care not which.”

“Oh, all right,” he said, with an eye to the crowd. “You choose. If you let him escape, however, I will not forget it.”

Invanine surveyed the motley bunch, her heart beating strongly. Lucien did not have a forgiving nature. Was it worth risking his anger to save a life? Her slaves never tried to escape; they knew how good they had it. It would be a real headache containing one who did want to leave. And yet—this was neither war nor sport. It was slaughter. Her hunter’s heart rebelled against it.

There were several men, all gaunt and bearded, all young. Several had sunk to the ground, unable to stand, but the guard had not bothered to beat them for it. They were going to die momentarily, so why bother? A couple were spitting on their captors and those were beaten. Another stood apart showing no emotion—no capitulation, no defiance. He looked like the soul had already left his body. Invanine pointed to him with her quirt.

“That one.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  Fantasy poetry driven by myths and legends has been Miriam’s passion for as long as she can remember.  She was published in poetry before catching the romance writing bug.  She brings that background to her writing along with a lifelong addiction to horses, an 18 year career in various areas of psychiatric social services and many trips to Ireland, where she nurtures her muse.  Her published works range from contemporary fantasy romance to fantasy historical, futuristic, science fiction and historical romance.  Currently she lives in rural Pennsylvania with a “motley crew” of rescue animals.