Friday, January 24, 2020


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In addition, the author has put this book on sale for 99 cents through the 25th and all royalties will go toward Australian bushfire appeal.

We were connected in more ways than one—I knew it when we met.

What I didn’t know was how close he would bring me to death.

And that death would be a blessing.

Andrea has always been able to tap into messages from somewhere beyond. When she meets Ben, an unrelenting force draws them together. But it’s going to take some convincing to help Ben realise their potential. Ben never thought his friend’s little sister would be anything more than a nuisance. He was wrong. She’d always been so much more. And now, their bond could be severed and her pulse silenced forever.

*Recommended for readers 18+ due to mature content.*

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A cracker loaded with brie and quince paste was passed in front of my face as Lee handed it to Ronnie.

Brie. Sweet, sweet, unpasteurised, soft, bacteria-ridden cheese. Oh, how I’ve missed you. I licked my lips, sucking in the smell as my nose followed the delicacy.

“Are you sniffing my food?” Wrinkles carved grooves into Ronnie’s cheeks.

“It has been nine months. Nine. Months. Yes, I’m sniffing the brie. I miss it.” My statement came out as a whimper.

Ronnie took a small bite before asking, “Can you still have soft cheese if you’re breastfeeding?”

“I don’t think so,” Lee answered, scrubbing the back of his freckled neck.

I arched my sore back. “What? Of course I can. Don’t tell me that.”

Ben wrapped his fingers around my ponytail and stroked its length. “I dunno. I think it might be too risky for the baby.”

I twisted to look at him. “Bullshit. You’re wrong.” I searched his serious expression for any hint of a joke. A twitch in the corner of his mouth. A change in his eyes. Nothing. He was stone-cold sober. “Don’t tell me I can’t eat the cheese. I want the cheese. Babe, you know I can’t do without the cheese.”

Ronnie rested her forearms on the table and leaned forward, her gaze glued to mine. “I read an article last week about this woman who did all the right things during the pregnancy and as soon as the baby was born, she gorged on all the cheese. Brie, camembert, blue vein—she went to town. She fed the baby a couple of hours later. The poor thing ended up in hospital with a nasty infection.”

“Are you shitting me?” I dropped my chin, mouth agape. If this was a joke, she was no longer my friend.

“Yes. Yes, Andy, we’re shitting you.” She leaned back with a huge grin on her face as Lee and Ben sniggered. “It’s way too easy.”

“I hate you.”

“Not true.”

Ben tried to tuck me under his arm. I pouted and inched away. “You’re so mean to me in my vulnerable state. You know it’s my due date and I’m still fecking preggers.”

“He’ll be here soon. He’s just way too comfortable inside there.” Ben nuzzled my neck, whispering in my ear, “I don’t blame him. I wanna be inside you right now.”

I wriggled in my seat as a choking noise came from across the table. “Jesus, I heard that.” Ronnie scrubbed her hands over her ears, masses of dark curls bouncing as she did.

I didn’t give a shit that she’d heard what Ben said. I loved that he still found me desirable despite the fact that I’d swelled to twice my normal size and couldn’t see my toes, let alone touch them.

The loud clap of Lee’s hands made me jump. “Who wants prawns? Not you, Andy. I did a rolled turkey roast for you. Sorry.”

Prawns. Another thing I couldn’t eat. Yet. After this kid was out, I was going to fill myself with all the pre-prepped salad, shellfish, soft cheese, and wine I could get my hands on.

Lee dragged his chair back as Ronnie jumped to help him.

I rested a hand on Ben’s thigh. The delicious smell of our early Christmas dinner wafted from the kitchen. “Do you mind if we exchange gifts first? I can’t wait. We might have to run off to hospital at any moment.”

“You can’t hold off for another half an hour?”


Ben pushed his chair back.

“Babe, can you grab the presents for me please?”

“Already on it.”

He was the best.

Lee stood behind Ronnie with his arms around her teeny tiny waist, one palm spread over her stomach. They presented such a contrast. Her with sultry, dark features and caramel skin, and Lee with freckles and auburn locks. He was only just taller than her. She and Ben were eye to eye, but he was twice her girth, although they were both solid muscle. All three of my dinner companions could’ve done a Nike ad, while I was the Oompa Loompa in the background.

Not for much longer hey, baby boy?

Our hosts watched me from the kitchen. Something silently passed between them, evident from the way they held each other.

“Are you coming over here, or are you going to make me get up?” I raised a brow.

They returned to their seats with matching smirks.

Ben slid in beside me, placing down an envelope and a box wrapped with multi-coloured braided ribbons and topped with a pretty bow.

“Thanks.” I handed the envelope to Ronnie. “Merry Christmas!”

Lee had given Ronnie tickets to Sydney for her birthday two weeks ago. They were going before uni started back in March. As soon as I found out what he’d planned, I’d known what I wanted to give her for Christmas.

A smile tilted her mouth at one corner as her eyes flitted around the table. She ducked her chin and used her knife to open the present. Slipping out a piece of paper, her eyebrows scrunched before popping high. “A private ghost tour of Sydney.” Her shoulders kissed her earlobes. “I’m shitting myself. Thanks.”

“All the oldest buildings are haunted, but you already know that. I figured you could kill two birds with one stone. Face down your fear of spirits and get an inside view of some beautiful old buildings.”

“You’ll be with me. I’ll protect you, babe.” Lee kissed her cheek and she responded with a roll of her eyes.

He knew damn well she didn’t need protection. They were cute together. It was nice to see them both happy after the fucked-up shit that had gone down earlier in the year. She’d nearly died trying to save her friend from an underground sex cult. Nothing would ever clear those images from their heads, but they could create new memories—happy Polaroid moments, shining light into the darkest corners of their minds. Not that ghosts would provide particularly happy snaps necessarily, but Ronnie could handle anything that was thrown at her now. She was a badass.

“Your turn.” Ben pushed the box across the table to his mate.

“Did you wrap this?” Lee tried to hide a smirk.

“That’s all my handiwork, mofo. You know I’m good with plaits.”

My eye twitched as Lee fiddled with the ribbons, trying to delicately untie the bow. “Just rip it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes! Jesus.” I almost dragged my hands down my face.

He yanked at the paper, tossing bits on the table. “Do you know what you’re gonna call Benny junior?”

“Sebastian.” I answered without thinking.

“Hell, no.” Ben frowned.

“Why not?” I thought we’d discussed this already, but maybe that had all been in my head.

His blue eyes pierced mine. “Sebastians don’t play rugby.”

I wracked my brain trying to remember if there’d been any players named Sebastian. Surely there were. I shook my head. “What if he doesn’t wanna play?”

Ben paused, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he blinked at me.

“Are you going to make him?” I asked.

“No?” It sounded like a question.

I took it as a definitive answer, rubbing my belly. “I’m relieved to hear it.”

“Is Stewart gonna make him play league?” Ben narrowed his eyes.

“Not if he knows what’s good for him.” My brother wouldn’t dare. I’d slap him if he tried to influence my child in any way.

He scoffed. “He has never known what’s good for him. I still can’t believe they let him into the police force.”

I couldn’t get over that one myself.

“Why Sebastian?” Ben frowned.

“I don’t know. I just have a feeling.” The moniker had been rolling around in my thoughts more and more lately. There was something attached to it, tangled strings that needed unknotting. Unfinished business. I’d never known anyone with that name, but it wouldn’t leave me alone. Our son had to be called Sebastian—I knew that much. I just didn’t know why. “It’ll grow on you. Trust me on this one, okay?”

Ben pushed a breath through flared nostrils. “Do I get to pick the middle name?”

“Absolutely ... as long as it’s Ben.” I smiled with all my pearly whites on show.

About the Author:

J. M. Adele, Author
Author of smart, sexy characters, J.M. Adele loves to flit between the dark and light sides of romance. Somewhere along the way an almost constant procession of imaginary characters settled into her thoughts and she picked up a pen to share their stories.

She lives in Queensland with her three greatest loves, her children. When she’s not writing or being a mum, you might find her hiking up a mountain, singing in the car when nobody is looking, or curled up with a good book.

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Wednesday, January 22, 2020


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Second Chances 
Larry Yoke
Genre: Romance Fiction

Second Chances is an adult fiction romance novel: Hunter O’Conner has a rough childhood, so it’s not surprising when he turns down the wrong path. Growing up with an abusive father, we can’t help but feel sorry for him and wish, as he does, that “Mr. Wilson was his father” instead. He’s not, but this father figure helps teach Hunter some lessons which will ultimately help him turn his life around when he gets a proverbial “second chance.” It is a captivating story that teaches us it’s never too late to change and do the right thing. 

He has been writing short stories and poems since a child. Now his writing entertains and contains current social messages taken from the pages of today’s headlines. His poetry and books have won national awards in 2018, 2019 and his writings have seen their way into several anthologies. He has proven his mettle as an established author worthy of reading. His books are found at online book stores and his social media and author sites. 

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Monday, January 20, 2020


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Every Minute
C.J. Burright
Book 1 of Music, Love and Other Miseries
Contemporary Romance
Date Published:  12/31/19
Publisher:  Totally Bound Publishing

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Introverted teacher versus unstoppable violinist. She wants to be alone. He wants her heart. Let the games begin…

After the unexpected death of her musician brother, third-grade teacher Adara buries her grief, avoids all music and vows to exist without attachments. Social solitude works perfectly…until she’s forced to share her classroom with the new music mentor, a man who rattles her carefully constructed cage and sparks emotions she prefers to keep chained.

Always up for a challenge, violinist Garret is a master of patience and persistence, and the minute he meets Adara, he knows what he wants. Her sharp humor and haunted eyes inspire him in a way he’s never felt before. He makes it his mission to chip through her shields and breathe her back to life—no matter how hard she resists.

Even as Adara struggles to keep Garret at a distance with each clash of wills, each smile he coaxes, each kiss he steals, her resistance crumbles. But when the past catches up with them both, they will discover that some promises are meant to be broken…and others are worth risking everything for.

Garret made things so easy, so simple, as if it were completely natural for a girl to break down at a community college music concert. As if it were completely normal to be disconnected. As if it were completely rational to surround herself in silence. She lifted onto tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, light as rain, a thank you for accepting her as is, for not asking for more than she could give.

He slipped his fingers into her hair and grasped her head, keeping her mouth on his. He curled his other hand around the small of her back and pulled her close, snug against his heat. Soft, seductively, his lips brushed hers and the world around them dimmed.

Adara leaned into his solid strength and fisted his shirt with both hands, everything inside her awake and alive. So much for keeping things out of emotional range. Right here, with him, there were no memories, no grief, no fear—only a mesmerizing man who banished her resolve and anchored her firmly in the here and now. She didn’t want him to let go, didn’t want to fade back into the silence.

C.J Burright is a native Oregonian and refuses to leave. A member of Romance Writers of America and the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal special interest chapter, while she has worked for years in a law office, she chooses to avoid writing legal thrillers (for now) and instead invades the world of paranormal romance, fantasy, and contemporary romance. C.J. also has her 4th Dan Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do and believes a story isn’t complete without at least one fight scene. Her meager spare time is spent working out, refueling with mochas, gardening, gorging on Assassin’s Creed, and rooting on the Seattle Mariners…always with music. She shares life with her husband, daughter, and a devoted cat herd.

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Thursday, January 16, 2020



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Georgia Stories on My Mind
Jackie Rod

Tour Begins January 13th

Come visit Georgia within these pages as you read heartwarming stories shaped by local traditions and legends. The characters live life to the fullest through joys and hardships. Inhale the essence of Georgia’s revitalized small town squares while eating hand- scooped ice cream on a park bench. Each town has its own magic. Sometimes the most real things in life are things we cannot see but those that deeply touch us, as the folks in these tales learn. Share smiles and shed tears as you travel the curving road of life with these Georgia characters. Are you ready for an unforgettable experience of hope, faith, trust, reconciliation, and love?

Print Length: 259 Pages
Genre: Short Story Anthologies
Publisher: Touch Not the Cat Books

Georgia Stories on My Mind
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Jackie Rod, Author

“A good book transports me to another time and place. It lets me feel the sensation of heroes and heroines— dark loneliness, deep passion, a father’s pride and a mother’s grief.” Jackie Rod is a fiction writer, loving wife of a legal beagle, and mother of three children who has blessed her with seven fantastic grandchildren. After Jackie retired from teaching, her love of words and stories led her to begin writing fiction. Reading and traveling enrich her life and she jumps at the opportunity to teach a workshop or attend a writing conference. She belongs to five writing chapters/groups. Jackie’s work can be found in twelve published books on Amazon, in several Metro Atlanta libraries, and independent bookstores.

You can find Jackie at: 

Interview With Jackie Rod

Tell us about Jackie growing up:

I wasn’t shy as a child. I still talk to people in the grocery line and speak to folks on an elevator. I always woke up happy and still do. Each day is filled with joy. 

When I was little I liked to sing in the morning but was discouraged from doing so before breakfast. My neighbors and school friends called me “goody-two-shoes,” because I wanted to do the right thing. My brother is older than I am. 

Once Mother had him helping her weed the garden. I kept pestering him to play with me or to get attention. He swung around and hit me in the head with the hoe. Blood gushed and Mom screamed for him to run get a neighbor. He dashed like his feet were wings. They got me to the doctor who took care of the wound and took a few stitches. When painted Pet Rocks became popular I gave him one with a kid in overalls standing in the garden with a hoe in his hands. He has kept the painted rock on an easel on his desk for half a century.

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Tell readers about your family:

My prince is my greatest fan, and I would marry him again today. I have three adult children and seven grandchildren. They are my legacy. The word pride is inadequate to describe my feelings about my family. They are good, kind people. Kindness is always in season.

What are your hobbies?

My favorite way to relax is reading, inside in the winter and summer and outside on the covered patio in the spring and fall. My favorite authors are Anna Quindlen, Lisa Wingate, and Laura Drake. My other hobbies are traveling and antiquing. We have traveled out of the country almost every year we’ve been married. I prefer formal antiques rather than rustic primitives.

Tell us about your writing space:

I like to write essays or poems at the kitchen table. Writing long-hand is good therapy for me. I write lengthy stories and novels in my office on a large screen PC. Some people like to listen to music while they write. My preference is peace and quiet when I write. I can concentrate better.

Are you a Pantser or Plotter?

I’m a cross between a pantser and plotter. I like to outline a story to determine the goal and flesh out my hero and heroine. However, I don’t create a story board or roll out a long paper to chart events.

What is your writing schedule?

My writing schedule is flexible, because I’m involved in many activities. Some weeks I write over an hour a day for three or four days. Other weeks I may have only two days to work on a project. I rarely write every day. I set goals if there is an absolute timeline for the completion of a project.

Tell us something that would surprise readers:

Something that may surprise readers is that I never thought about writing, until I retired from teaching. My husband’s job took us out of state for four years. I didn’t know anyone in Louisiana and didn’t want to be bored. I entered LSUS and took fiction writing from Sarah Hamer. After two classes, I was hooked. She became my best friend and often comes to visit us in Georgia.

What is your advice to unpublished writers?

You are unique and have a story in you that only you can tell. Join a writing group. I belong to five writing groups: RWA, Atlanta Writers Club, Georgia Romance Writers, Walton Writers, and NOLASTARS in LA. There are advantages and drawbacks to large and small writing groups. You will quickly become friends with a small group, but you may find more advanced writers in a large group. Learn the writing craft—take classes, attend workshops, and go to conferences. Take advantage of the free videos and seminars online. Invest in quality online classes. You can never learn enough about writing.

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Who are your greatest supporters of your writing?

My family and friends have encouraged me each step on this journey. They are my cheerleaders. My critique members have been kind enough to read my work and show me where it can be improved. I have three special cheerleaders who read everything I write. Early in my writing years, I was invited by a fledgling publishing company to write with newly published authors. We put together six anthologies. Then other groups asked me to write stories for anthologies. I wrote lengthy short stories for three other groups before I decided to publish a book of short stories about small towns in Georgia.

What do you hope your writing brings to readers?

My wish is that my readers will find a thread of connection to the wonderful characters inhabiting the pages in my stories. These are heartwarming stories of relationships: mother-daughter, father-daughter, grandmother-granddaughter, twin sisters, and lovers. In the end, love is the glue that holds them together, heart to heart. Love is the glue that holds all of us together.

Blog Tour Dates

January 13th @ The Muffin
What goes better in the morning than a muffin? Grab your coffee and join us as we celebrate the launch of Jackie Rod's blog tour of her book Georgia Stories on My Mind. You can read an interview with the author and win a copy of the book.

January 14th @ Lori's Reading Corner
Visit Lori's blog today and read author Jackie Rod's guest post about editing. You can also enter to win a copy of her book Georgia Stories on My Mind.

January 15th @ Cathy C. Hall's Blog
Visit Cathy C. Hall's blog today and read her review of Jackie Rod's book Georgia Stories on My Mind.

January 16th @ Caroline Clemmons Blog
Stop by Caroline's blog today and you can see a spotlight of the book and an interview with author Jackie Rod. Also win a copy of the book!

January 18th @ A Day in the Life of Mom
Visit Ashley's blog today and you can read Jackie Rod's guest post about how time is limited and precious. Plus, you can enter to win a copy of the book!

January 20th @ Memoir Writer's Journey
Make sure you stop by Kathleen's blog today and read her review of Jackie Rod's book Georgia Stories on My Mind. You can also win a copy of the book!

January 21st @ Amanda Diaries
Visit Amanda's blog today and you can read her review of Jackie Rod's book Georgia Stories on My Mind.

January 22nd @ Look to the Western Sky
Stop by Margo's blog where you can read Jackie Rod's guest post about being a cheerleader for others. You can also win a copy of the book Georgia Stories on My Mind. Don't miss it!

January 22nd @ Cathy C. Hall's Blog
Visit Cathy's blog today and reading Jackie Rod's guest post about being a homegrown Georgia peach.

January 23rd @ And So She Thinks
Visit Francesca's blog today where you can read Jackie Rod's guest post about the value of critique groups and writing groups.

January 24th @ Coffee with Lacey
Come by Lacey's blog today and read her review of Jackie Rod's book Georgia Stories on My Mind.

January 25th @ Bookworm Blog
Stop by Anjanette's blog today and you can read her review of Jackie Rod's book Georgia Stories on My Mind. Enter to win a copy of the book as well!

January 26th @ The Frugalista Mom
Visit Rozelyn's blog today and read Jackie Rod's guest post about precious moments.

January 27th @ 12 Books
Visit Louise's blog and read her review of Jackie Rod's book Georgia Stories on My Mind.

January 28th @ A Storybook World
Join Deirdra at her blog today where you can read Jackie Rod's guest post about the importance of conferences.

January 30th @ Author Anthony Avina's Blog
Visit Anthony's blog today where he will be spotlighting Jackie Rod's book Georgia Stories On My Mind.

January 31st @ Author Anthony Avina's Blog
Visit Anthony's blog again where you can read his review of the book Georgia Stories On My Mind and you can win a copy of the book!

February 1st @ Ali's Bookshelf Reviews
Come by Ali's blog today and you can read her review of Jackie Rod's book Georgia Stories on My Mind. Plus you can win a copy of the book!

February 3rd @ Author Anthony Avina's Blog
Visit Anthony's blog where you can read an interview with author Jackie Rod and read her guest post about family and friends.

February 4th @ Ali's Bookshelf Reviews
Visit Ali's blog today and read author Jackie Rod's guest post about how reading changes your life.

February 6th @ Memoir Writer's Journey
Stop by Kathleen's blog today and read Jackie Rod's guest post about the joys of life. Don't miss this one!

February 7th @ The Frugalista Mom
Stop by Rozelyn's blog today and you can read her review of Jackie Rod's book Georgia Stories on My Mind. You can also enter to win a copy of the book!

February 8th @ Bookworm Blog
Stop by Anjanette's blog again and you can read an interview with author Jackie Rod and read the author's guest post featuring writing tips. Don't miss!

February 9th @ Leonard Tillman's Blog
Visit Leonard's blog and read his review of Jackie Rod's book Georgia Stories on My Mind.

February 10th @ Madeline Sharples Blog
Visit Madeline's blog and read Jackie Rod's guest post about marketing on social media.

February 11th @ 12 Books
Visit Louise's blog again and you can read Jackie Rod's touching guest post about wisdom. Don't miss it!

February 12th @ It's Alanna Jean
Visit Alanna's blog where you can read a guest post by the author about faith, hope, and love.

February 16th @ Joyful Antidotes
Visit Joy's blog today and you can read her review of Jackie Rod's book Georgia Stories on My Mind.

Jackie Rod will award a book to one person who leaves a comment today!

Wednesday, January 15, 2020


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Passarinho and the Highlander 
Adventures in Love and War 
Fran Connor 
Genre: Historical Romantic Adventure

A privileged young woman in 1730s Boston sets out on an adventure to rescue her father from a debtor’s prison in Jamaica. A dashing Scottish soldier offers to help her in return for her help in exposing a traitor.
Shipwreck, spies, murder, war and a rival for the Highlander’s affections combine to thwart her mission.
She finds the darker side of life in the Caribbean is a far cry from her sheltered upbringing. To survive and succeed in her rescue she must adapt and, on the way, she discovers a secret about herself that could have disastrous consequences for her future.

She could see the ship better now as it cut through the surf towards her. Had they seen her? Pain shot through her legs as she lifted herself onto her knees. To stand up, she knew, would capsize her makeshift life raft. She did not care if they were pirates or if they were French, Spanish or British. All she wanted as she knelt looking at the ship was a drink of water to slake her desperate thirst.

Susannah may have grown up in a sheltered environment back in Boston, but she was no foolish or naive girl. A semi-naked woman appearing before men who may have been at sea for months may invite disaster. But water… she needed water.

Now the ship was close enough for her to see the people onboard, though she could not tell their nationality. A man stood on the poop deck with a telescope that she hoped was looking at her. She pulled up her chemise to try to cover her breasts.

An awful feeling swept through her body when she saw the ship turn away from her, and then elation.
They lowered a boat over the side, furled the sails and dropped anchor. Susannah looked up at the sky. “Thank you!”

Her eyes searched the boat party for an officer or gentleman as it approached. That was more of a hope than a likelihood as she checked them out. Her mind flitted through available options and found none.

Without a doubt the vision that the nearest sailor beheld must have been the strangest he’d ever seen. Had he read Robinson Crusoe published twenty years before? His tarred pigtail and scarred face did not suggest to Susannah a reader.

The boat pulled alongside Susannah’s raft. Still on her knees with one hand trying to hold up her chemise, she looked at the sailors. “Hello, could you help me? I’ve had rather a difficult problem. I would appreciate passage to civilisation.”

The men in the boat roared with laughter.

One of them seemed to have a slight resemblance to an English gentleman from the way he held himself. His clothes, though well-worn, did have signs of quality, and he wore a tartan sash.
“Glory be! And of whom do I have the pleasure?” said the man in a cultured Scottish accent, much to Susannah’s relief.

“Miss Susannah Fitzpatrick of the Boston Fitzpatricks, sir. I am a survivor of the Diana shipwreck.”

“Well, Miss Fitzpatrick, I do believe you will have a fascinating story to tell. It must wait until we are aboard. We cannot anchor off for long for reasons that will become clear to you. I am Donald Murray of the Auchterarder Murrays, Miss Fitzpatrick, at your service.” He gave a slight bow while still sitting down in the prow of the boat and then offered his hand to help her aboard.

Donald Murray, in Susannah’s brief assessment, was a man in his late twenties. Under his sunburn, red beard and long, unkempt hair that matched the colour of his beard, he may even have been handsome. His bearing, which she first mistook as that of an English gentleman, was that of a proud Highlander.

Buy or download now through Kindle Unlimited and enjoy this gripping Romantic Adventure with a flawed heroine. 

Fran Connor, Author

I live in SW France for the lifestyle after a career in a UK Police Force. I have six published novels, three more in the pipeline and six plays that have been produced on stage. My screenplays portfolio contains seven feature length scripts with one about to go into production. 

I write mainly Historical Fiction but I do other genres too. I don't do cop stories, I had enough of the real thing. 

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Monday, January 13, 2020


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Rosie Green will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. Rosie Green is also offering her book for FREE to everyone!

Fleeing from a romance gone wrong, Ellie Farmer arrives in the pretty village of Sunnybrook, hoping for a brand new start that most definitely does not include love!

Following an unscheduled soak in the village duck pond, she meets Sylvia, who runs the Little Duck Pond Cafe. Renting the flat above the cafe seems like the answer to Ellie's prayers. It's only for six months, which will give her time to sort out her life, far away from cheating boyfriend Richard.

But is running away from your past ever really the answer?

Clashing with the mysterious and brooding Zak Chamberlain, an author with a bad case of writer's block, is definitely not what Ellie needs right now. And then there's Sylvia, who's clinging so hard to her past, she's in danger of losing the quaint but run-down cafe altogether.

Can Ellie find the answers she desperately needs in Sunnybrook? And will she be able to help save Sylvia's Little Duck Pond Cafe from closure?

Readers will be able to read the entire series 
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Read an Excerpt

I have never climbed a tree in my life.

But I suppose there’s a first time for everything.

It’s a gaspingly cold mid-January morning with an ice-blue sky overhead – not exactly the ideal conditions in which to be lurking on the pavement outside a stranger’s house, nervously eyeing up the oak tree in their garden.

Camera gripped in my freezing hands, I stamp my feet and blow out misty breath as I psyche myself up to be bold. I’ve driven sixty miles from Newtown, where I live, to the pretty, chocolate-box village of Sunnybrook in Surrey – with the ultimate goal of climbing this very tree and taking photos of the view from up there.

The tree is almost exactly how I pictured it in my imagination – old and gnarled with broad, evenly-spaced branches. My eye homes in on one branch in particular. It reaches out to the left, a little over six feet from the ground; the perfect place to sit and gaze out over the village green and the duck pond. (As I knew it would be.)

Tears fill my eyes. But I’m smiling, too.

It’s all in a good cause.

Stop dithering and just do it!

When I push it open, the garden gate swings inwards without creaking and the windows remain blank. I drop my bag by the gate and head for the tree.

It’s amazing how fear can give you almost super-human powers. Under normal circumstances, I’d need someone to give me a bunk-up into this tree. But today, with adrenalin pumping through my system, I manage to swing myself up there with no problems at all . . .

About the Author

Rosie has been scribbling stories ever since she was little.

Back then, they were rip-roaring adventure tales with a young heroine in perilous danger of falling off a cliff or being tied up by ‘the baddies’.

Thankfully, Rosie has moved on somewhat, and now much prefers to write romantic comedies that melt your heart and make you smile, with really not much perilous danger at all – unless you count the heroine losing her heart in love.

Spring at the Little Duck Pond Café is the first in Rosie’s brand new series of novellas centred around life in a village café. Each novella is a ‘stand-alone’ read.

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Friday, January 10, 2020


Announcing a birth!

AN AGENT FOR LYDIA, Pinkerton Matchmaker Series #56

She was born early Friday, January 10, 2020, at Amazon after the author’s hours of research, weeks of sweating, writing the best story she could, consuming copious amounts of Cherry Dr Pepper and chocolate, and experiencing sheer terror that readers might not like this one.

The lovely lady can be seen at  She is also peeking out of Kindle Unlimited. Soon she will have a twin in print.

Cover design by Virginia McKevitt

When Lydia Wood is left at the altar, she believes something beyond her groom’s control has happened. Two years with no word have hardened her heart. She has to get away from her parents’ constant urging her to choose an acceptable husband and wed. Becoming a Pinkerton agent suits her plans.

Pinkerton Agent Jake Hunter has recovered from injuries that put him in a coma and a long convalescence. He realizes Lydia would have been injured had she been with him. He vows to distance himself from the one person who means the world to him to protect her. 

When they are paired for an investigation of bank robbers they must use fake identities and follow the trail to a dangerous hang out of men on the run. Can the two successfully pull off their charade and capture the robbers or will this trip confirm Jake’s worst fears?

Lydia gazed out the train window at Wyoming’s desert landscape, recalling how terrified she’d been last night in the saloon. The man who’d wanted to take her upstairs was huge and smelled as if he hadn’t bathed in months. He carried a bottle of whiskey in one hand, some of which he had spilled on his shirt.
Thank goodness she’d had her gun and her knife. Would her little gun have stopped such a large man? With any luck she’d never have to learn the answer.
Forcing herself not to snuggle up to Jake for comfort had been almost impossible. His presence reassured her. He’d had several years experience at Pinkerton’s and knew how to deflect and defeat combatants.
An older couple rode in the seat facing them. Lydia avoided eye contact with the prune-faced woman across from her. The woman had snubbed her and Jake as if they carried leprosy. She had to admit she and Jake looked far from respectable.
Prune-face ceased staring long enough to tug on her husband’s sleeve and whisper, “Horace, doesn’t he look like the man on that wanted poster we saw in Cheyenne?”
Horace frowned at her. “Hush, Mattie.”
Did those two think she and Jake couldn’t hear them?
Lydia gestured to the window. “I’ve never seen so much sand and scrubby bushes. Barren as it is, it emanates a serene beauty.”

Could have been the view from the train.

 “Wait until you see where we’re headed. I’ve heard it’s picturesque as well.” Jake flashed his bone-melting grin.
No, thank you, she couldn’t weaken now. She’d had the vaccination for that grin’s affect. Too bad the inoculation hadn’t proven very effective.
The man traveling with the prune-faced woman looked at Jake and leaned forward. “Where you folks headed?”
Jake squeezed her hand. “We’re headed for Evanston. You?”
Lydia wondered why he’d lied.
The man relaxed against the seat. “We’ll be getting off at the next stop after the river. Been south to see our grandchildren.”
Lydia tugged on Jake’s sleeve.  “How much longer until we reach Laramie?”
“You might as well try to doze, Lily, my pet. We’ve a long ride ahead of us. I’ll wake you when we get to Laramie and we can stretch our legs.”
He’d complained about her garish dress but he was dressed in a flashy way that left no doubt he was a gambler. The dark gray suit had a red silk damask waistcoat. His watch chain was thick with a showy fob. She wondered if the watch was his or belonged to Pinkerton’s.
The other couple left at a water stop. She and Jack had the facing seats to themselves.
She tried to doze but couldn’t. With a smile, she recalled Pinkerton’s “We Never Sleep” motto. At least she had that part right.

The scenery was monotonous and the rails too bouncy to read. All her life she’d scorned people who said they were bored. She’d thought any intelligent person should be capable of amusing himself. That theory was ruined because she considered herself smart and she was extremely tired of this trip.
In addition, having Jake at her side created questions and resurrected longings. Working this closely proved to be an exercise in self-control. If they’d married on schedule, they’d probably have a child by now.
She’d often dreamed of the small home they were to have in Denver. Their plans were for nothing extravagant, just a place where they could raise a family. He’d be home between assignments and they’d have a good life. With a mental slap, she pulled herself from daydreams. Concentrating on their assignment should be foremost in her mind.
Jake moved to the seat across from her. Angling himself in the corner, he stretched out his legs toward the aisle. “What on earth possessed you to apply to Pinkerton’s?”
She stared out the window and hoped she appeared bored with his question. “Perhaps I wanted to see what was so all-fired fascinating about the job.”
“Why would you leave a safe, secure home in the city to face the unknown? This is a dangerous job, not a game.”
She directed a glare at him. “For your information, Gentleman Jack Jackson, I’m not playing a game. I don’t know why you would think otherwise. You aren’t the only person capable of choosing a career in law enforcement. I am an official agent for the Pinkerton Detective Agency, Denver office.”

More books from this exciting multiple-author series can be seen on Amazon’s Pinkerton Matchmaker Series page: Christine Sterling Bortner conceived the series and Virginia McKevitt has done the covers for each book.

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Through a crazy twist of fate, Caroline Clemmons was not born on a Texas ranch. To compensate for this illogical error, she writes about handsome cowboys, feisty ranch women, and scheming villains in a tiny office her family calls her pink cave. She and her Hero live in North Central Texas cowboy country where they ride herd on their dog and three rescued indoor cats as well as providing nourishment outdoors for squirrels, birds, and other critters.

The over fifty titles she has created in her pink cave have made her an Amazon bestselling author and won several awards. She writes sweet to sensual romances about the West, both historical and contemporary as well as time travel and mystery. Her series include the Kincaids, McClintocks, Stone Mountain Texas, Bride Brigade, Texas Time Travel, Texas Caprock Tales, Loving A Rancher, and Pearson Grove as well as numerous single titles and contributions to multi-author sets. When she’s not writing, she loves spending time with her family, reading her friends’ books, lunching with friends, browsing antique malls, checking Facebook, and taking the occasional nap.

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