Friday, January 31, 2014


    Embittered by divorce, Dexter Carson resolves to live without love or family. When he arrives at a job site, the last thing he anticipates is his instant attraction to the ebony-haired client. But work comes first, and he's determined to maintain a professional distance, no matter how his body reacts to her soft scent and feminine curves.

Beautiful, intelligent, Molly Crosby, always doubted a man would love her, and now that she's forced to care for her infant niece, all hope seems lost. But when she meets Dexter the rugged contractor, she longs to discover what's behind his solemn demeanor, especially when he rewards her with a devastating smile.

    When a bombshell threatens the tender relationship that’s been fostered, will Molly's love be enough to overcome the mistakes of the past, or will Dexter walk away on his only chance at love and family?

She’d locked the door, something he advised all his clients to do until they felt comfortable enough. Dexter knocked again. 

A faint, “coming,” drifted through the door along with the quick shuffle of feet. A moment later the lock scraped back and the door flung open. 

His breath caught in his throat. Soft, tousled curls framed her face, giving her the allure of some sensual pin-up girl. Genuine delight lit her light brown eyes as her full, pouty lips were parted in greeting. He couldn’t stop himself. His body moved on its own volition and he found his mouth on hers. She curled her fingers in his shirt as he dragged her closer, molding her voluptuous curves to his lean, hard frame. 

She opened for him, receiving his kiss as if she’d been waiting for it all day. He drifted a hand down the curve of her spine until he grabbed a handful of her luscious rear. Her arms tightened around his neck as he lifted her slightly, settling in the vee of her thighs. He tangled his other hand in her hair, drawing her head back to give him better access to her mouth. 

She tasted like a promise whispered on a moonlit night. He deepened the kiss, savoring her unique flavor, allowing it to roll across his tongue and take root where he’d never be able to remove her. She made a small noise in the back of her throat as she seemed to press her lithe body even closer, grinding against his arousal. Lightning arced from his erection, through his veins. Abruptly he pushed her away. 

“I—oh God!” He dragged a hand across his head, dislodging his cap. It fluttered to the floor with a quiet thud. 

Molly clutched the counter behind her, her eyes a little unfocused. Dexter took in her dazed appearance, kiss swollen lips, and wanted to gather her in his arms again. A siren’s smile curved that sensuous mouth and he longed to sample her sweetness again. 

“I haven’t been kissed like that since high school graduation,” she murmured.

The silken rasp of her voice danced over him, making him long for a whole heart and an eternity to explore this sizzling attraction. But his heart wasn’t whole and he’d totally lost his head. With a client at that. When she extended her hand, he stumbled back. 

“Ms. Crosby. I—” he began. 

“It’s Molly, especially if you’re going to kiss me like that.” Humor filled her eyes. She stepped forward and he put more distance between them. “Dexter, please sit.” Another step. He shook his head, but stayed put. 

`“I enjoyed the kiss and I’m glad it happened.” 

Surprise coursed through him and must have shown on his face. Her smile widened. “But…” 

She stood in front of him and gently twined her fingers with his. He looked down at the way their hands fit together. They felt right. He dragged his thumb against the smoothness of her skin, reveling in the satiny softness. She’d felt so good when he held her. He stifled a groan and tried to pull away, but she retained his hand. 

“Dexter, I know you may think this is forward of me. But I want to get to know you. I felt something the first time I saw you.” 

He could only stare and shake his head. 

She moved closer, her breasts brushing his chest. “Maybe not now, but in time.” She palmed his cheek. “All 
I’m asking for is for you to give a little. I’m willing to wait.” 

`The hopeful note in her voice touched a need deep inside, where he forced all his dreams and desires. He studied her a long moment. She was being open and honest with him and where most women would’ve slapped his face, she’d embraced the kiss, offering to get to know him better. He didn’t have the right to make her wait for something that would never happen. “Molly…” 

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Wednesday, January 29, 2014


Untangle My Heart
by Maria K. Alexander

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When her marriage ended in tragedy, Kate DiFrancesco rebuilt her life, but has never gotten over the pain of what she lost. Seeking the help of an ex-lover ignites feelings she’s promised never to have again. She’ll need to untangle herself from dangers in her past in order to break the hard shell around her heart.

Edward Weston has a lot to prove, both to his stuffy upper-crust British family, and to himself. Working alongside Kate, a woman he had a casual relationship with, stirs unexpected feelings. Helping her family makes him realize what he's missing. For the first time, he wants more than a one-night stand.

When Kate is threatened, Edward must overcome feeling unworthy to protect the woman he loves and fight for the family he never thought he’d have.

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“Privacy is a hard thing to find around here, so you may want to lock the door. Especially when you’re wearing only a towel and my sister is on the prowl.”

“I’ll have to remember that,” Edward said, taking a step toward her. “I knew she was smitten, but didn’t think she would be waiting in the room after my shower. I was struggling with a tactful way of getting her out.”

“I’m sure you’re not accustomed to asking a woman to leave your room.”

He gave her an unapologetic grin. “No, usually not.”

“I guess it’s partly my fault. I told her I don’t have any claims to you. Apparently she took that to mean it was open season to pursue you.”

“Yet you stopped by. Why?”

“I wanted to thank you again for your help today. You dropped everything to come and help my family and that means a lot to me.”

He took another step toward her until he stood directly in front of her. “You mean a lot to me. I’d do anything I could to help you.”

She nodded in acknowledgement, not sure she could trust her voice to speak with him all but touching her.

“And you’re wrong about not having a claim on me.”

His hands found their way to her waist. Her heart thumped and she knew she should pull back, wanted to pull back. But his blue-gray eyes held her in a hypnotic state and she couldn’t move.

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Monday, January 27, 2014


The weirdness continues….

Thanks to a magical transplant from an inter-dimensional enforcer, Hailey Parrish can transform into a hawk. When someone begins dismembering hikers along the Appalachian Trail, the enforcers make use of her feathery talents to pursue the killer.  Unfortunately, like most things in Hailey’s life, there is nothing ordinary about the assignment.  Their target turns out to be maddeningly elusive, they rescue a stray dog that makes a sewage treatment plant seem pleasantly fragrant, and stopping the murders turns out to be the least of their worries.

SPECIAL ATTRACTION, the third book in the Coursodon Dimension series, combines paranormal romance, urban fantasy, a bit of science fiction and a healthy dose of quirky humor.



M.L. Ryan is a professional woman - which is not to say that she gave up her amateur status, but rather that she is over-educated with a job that reflects her one-time reluctance to leave school and get "real" work – and she spends a lot of time in that profession reading highly technical material.

She has many stories rolling around in her head, and she finally decided to write some of them. She prefers literature that isn’t saddled with excruciating symbolism, ponderous dialogue or worldly implications. She also doesn’t like plots so reliant on love at first sight that it makes her feel like her head might implode.

She lives in Tucson, Arizona with her husband and teenage son, four cats, two dogs and an adopted desert tortoise.

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Friday, January 24, 2014


Rubber Soul

Rubber Soul by Greg Kihn

Greg Kihn is a rock star, seasoned radio host and author. Rubber Soul, his latest novel is inspired by intimate interviews that he conducted with Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, Pete Best, Yoko Ono and Patti Harrison. Though RUBBER SOUL is fiction, as Greg says it is “100% historically accurate” and a, Ringo Starr candid glimpse of the phenomenon that is The Beatles.

Rubber Soul is a an innovation in the Rock Thriller genre, taking readers on a rollicking ride through The Beatles legacy from the early days in Liverpool to six sold out shows per night in Hamburg and full-fledged Beatlemania.

Dust Bin Bob runs into some lads from Liverpool at his second hand shop on Penny Lane. The lads: John, Paul, George and Ringo and Dust Bin Bob become firm friends, sharing vinyl that will spark a revolution. Murder, mystery and Beatlemania mayhem ensues—with the boys narrowly avoiding an international incident and an attempted assassination. It’s the ultimate Beatles story that could have happened!


There’s no one more qualified to write a rock-and-roll novel than Greg Kihn. He’s the real deal and at his Kihntillating best in this book.” – Guy Kawasaki, former chief evangelist of Apple

Rubber Soul is a magical mystery tour de force by Greg Kihn, a rocker who obviously has a way with words as well as music. His imagined story about the Beatles is fast-moving, full of twists and tension, and musical nuggets and insights. Great story-telling set to a Fab-four beat.” – Ben Fong Torres

Rubber Soul captures what Rock-n-Roll is all about – and Greg Kihn would certainly know! This nearly-true story of the Beatles is pure magic and I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough.” – Eddie Money

Greg Kihn is the most compelling author who ever had a top five singing career. Rubber Soul is a fantastic story by Greg, with an historical back beat. I urge you not to miss this.” – Joan Jett

“I’m happy to report that Rubber Soul, the latest work by my pal Greg Kihn, has correct punctuation, complete sentences, even full paragraphs – some of the exact same literary devices that can be found in the greatest novels our culture has ever produced! It’s also written in English, which happens to be one of my very favorite languages.” – “Weird Al” Yankovic

While the RIAA may not be able to certify Kihn’s work with a gold disc, fans of Kihn and The Beatles, as well as those who long for the simpler yet magical time of the 1960’s will thoroughly enjoy and fall in love with Rubber Soul. They certainly don’t write ‘em like this anymore.” – Chris Shapiro, RetroPulse

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NBC called Greg Kihn “Rock’s True Renaissance Man” and for good reason. As part of the eponymous band he has: toured the globe, had hit records, been inducted into the San Jose Rock Hall Of Fame, opened for the Rolling Stones and jammed with Bruce Springsteen. You may have heard of his smash worldwide #1 hit “Jeopardy” and “The Breakup Song”, not to mention the parody written by Weird Al Yankovic.

Being a famous and successful rock star is only one part of the mosaic that is Greg’s story. In the 90s Greg poured his passion for lyrics into writing fiction—publishing four novels, one of which “Horror Show” was nominated for the prestigious Bram Stoker Award for Best First Novel.

In this vein, Greg merged his love of writing with Rock and Roll and wrote “Rubber Soul”—a unique rock murder mystery featuring The Beatles. The inspiration for this novel came from Greg’s interviews with Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, Pete Best, Yoko Ono and Patti Harrison. In this way Greg gained exclusive access to the biggest band ever to exist. “Rubber Soul” is a work of fiction, but it is 100% historically accurate and a story that only rock veteran Greg Kihn could have written.

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Wednesday, January 22, 2014


Love spell tour

Love spell updated

Clint Christopherson’s love life is a running joke. When a crazed gypsy curses him with the best wish he could ever ask for, the punchline stops being funny. Now, even his barest touch drives girls mad for him. Desperate to reverse the curse, he turns to his last hope: an attractive private investigator who may be able to locate his missing gypsy. If only Clint knew who it was he just hired...

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Author Stan Crowe

Stan had a pretty normal, middle-class American youth. He was lucky enough to change that by convincing an exceptional woman to marry him in 2000, setting him on a much more fulfilling life course.
Four years later, Brigham Young University awarded him with a Bachelors of Science in civil and environmental engineering. He then he spent several years designing homes, prescribing work for bridges, and even exploring the mortgage industry.

In the midst of all this, he produced two science fiction anthologies in 2006 and 2007. In 2012, Breezy Reads Publishing picked up his romantic comedy The Cinderella Project. And thus he transformed himself from Captain Kirk into Don Juan.

Stan lives with his wife, children (final count to be determined) and two cats in Utah.
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Sunday, January 19, 2014



Ah, the meandering descriptions of the past. La la la, the breeze, the sky, the birds, the rippling brook. The sky was blue, the sky was cloudy, perhaps it would rain, it was a dark and stormy night. The family was impoverished, the family was wealthy and now impoverished, her dress was . . . you get the idea. Yawn.

If you read the classics or even many popular novels from the mid-20th century, you notice that usually considerable opening time is spent building the world. Descriptions of scenery, mood, and time period may be lengthy. Authors of old sometimes used pages to set up the book and characters. Personally, I like these wandering set ups, but will most of today’s readers tolerate them? No, no, no!

Today’s reader is too busy for such lengthy niceties. Television, cell phones, and the internet have taught us to expect instant gratification. We are busy, busy, busy! Most of us live at a hectic pace with little time to spare for relaxation. Grab us from the start with action and/or dialog or we close the book (or e-reader) and move on. So, today I’m talking about the importance of first lines. Here are three from  my published books:

“Sonofabitch! The bastards are burying me!”
Nate Bartholomew braced against the coffin sides and grappled the terror that pumped through him.

Do these lines draw the reader into the story for answers? I certainly hope so. Why is Nate in a coffin? Why is he being buried alive? I wanted to raise questions to tantalize the reader to keep reading. Does it work? I have to admit writing that activated my claustrophobia.

From THE TEXAN’S IRISH BRIDE, available from Amazon at, at Smashwords at,  and other online stores and in the boxed set NINE WAYS TO FALL IN LOVE:

Dallas McClintock sprawled on the ground, three rifle barrels pointed at his chest. He reckoned his luck had run out, but damned if he knew why.

Again, I wanted to raise questions in the reader’s mind that he or she would insist on answering by continuing to read the story. Why had Dallas’ luck run out? Why was he on the ground? Who pointed rifles at him and why? Are you intrigued enough to keep reading? Again, I hope so.


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One question whirled through Hope Montoya’s mind: Who wants me dead?

Without a question to be answered, there is no reason for us as readers to continue unless we know the author and want to support a friend. If the first paragraph is dry and boring, we decide the rest of the book will follow that pattern, even though sometimes that’s incorrect. Occasionally a book gets off to a slow start, but becomes interesting later.

Who will read long enough to find out? Perhaps a reviewer, but not you or me. As the saying goes, “So many books, so little time.” And for most of us, our time is too precious to waste, isn’t it?

For this reason, first lines are the key to the rest of the book. They set the tone. Will this be an adventure, mystery, frightening ghost story, or searing romance? As you can tell from the lines above, my romances always include some form of mayhem. We live vicariously through the characters in books. Don’t we need an exciting time?

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Wednesday, January 15, 2014


Please welcome Babette James to the blog. Babette, tell readers something about yourself.

Babette: I was born in New Jersey and raised in Southern California. I have one brother and he still lives in California with his family. I was the shy, nose-in-a-book kid, and even got in trouble for refusing to go to recess in Kindergarten because I wanted to read instead. We lived in a rural, hilly area outside of Malibu which was wonderful for hiking and playing and dreaming up adventures, and I loved going on camping trips to the mountains and to the Colorado River with my family. I moved back to New Jersey after college. I have a wonderfully patient husband who supports my writing and while, sadly, we were not blessed with children, we are owned by two extremely spoiled cats.

Caroline: We have children, but our two cats and dog believe they rule the house. Wait, they do. ☺ And you live in one of the most beautiful places on earth. Who are your favorite authors and favorite genres?

Babette: I have many favorite authors, but among my favorites are: J.R.R. Tolkien, Inez Kelley, Toni Blake, and Eloisa James. I love them all for their story-telling and vivid description. My favorite genres to read are romance and fantasy.

Caroline: When you’re not writing, what’s your favorite way to relax and recharge? Hobbies?

Babette: When not dreaming up stories, I enjoy reading stories with a satisfying happily ever after, playing with new bread recipes, dabbling with paints, and I try to keep up with the weeds in the garden beds.  I like to travel and I enjoy visiting my mom every summer in Florida. I hope to someday go to Ireland.

Caroline: Our favorite trips have been to Ireland and Scotland. I hope you can go soon. Describe yourself in three or four words.

Babette: Creative, quiet, curious.

Caroline: Would you like to share any guilty pleasures that feed your muse?

Babette: A spa day. I love getting a massage and pedicure and just totally relaxing.

Caroline: I’d love a massage right now! How long have you been writing?

Babette: I’ve been writing all my life and romance has played a part in all my stories, even in those childhood days, when I used to act out epic fantasy tales with my dolls (my Barbies had swords and knew how to use them) and scribble out bits of those stories, but it wasn’t until 2004 that I wrote my first full draft of romance novel.

Caroline: Where do you prefer to write? Do you need quiet, music, solitude? PC or laptop?

Babette: I write on laptops and occasionally on my phone. I’m lucky to have a room to myself for my office, with shelves for all my books, a big desk, and an old, soft upholstered chair that belonged to my grandmother in the corner, originally meant for me to curl up in and read, but that my cat Pookie keeps warm instead while I write at the desk. I arranged the desk so I face the bay window with a view of our maple tree and the sky, and in the summer, when the tree is green, I can imagine I’m in some retreat in the woods. I like to write with music playing and I make playlists for my different books.

Caroline: Your view sounds lovely. Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Babette: I’m definitely a pantser, writing as the story hits me. I start with a scene and a character and the story grows like Topsy in every direction until I discover how it all works out. I do create an outline as I go deeper into the story to keep track of scenes and start to build the synopsis, but the story came first and outline second. I am trying to become more of a planner, marking out where I need story points to occur and building the outline as I go. I’m working on several novellas, and planning is coming in very handy as I learn to work in this shorter story form. I’m using Scrivener now and I really like how it works for organizing my story and helps me work more efficiently, while still letting me be fluid in my writing process.

Caroline: I’ve heard a lot about Scrivner but haven’t tried it. Do you do your research before you begin a new project, or as you go along?

Babette: Being a pantser, I have no idea where I’m going before I begin, so I do most of my research as I go along, and then at the end to clean up any last questions.

Caroline: Tell us about your writing schedule. Do you set goals? Do you write daily?

Babette: I don’t have a strict schedule, but I like to write daily, early in the morning before work and in the evening. I usually write while in an online chat with my critique group and other writing friends. We’ll often do timed challenges to work on writing or editing and share snips of our work. This year I’m working on keeping to a daily word count goal. I’m finding it’s trickier than targeting a weekly or monthly goal amount, but I’ve met the goal more often than not so far.

Caroline: Goals keep us grounded and hold us accountable. Do you write full time or do you have a day job. If you have a day job, what is it?

Babette: I still have the day job. I’m a teacher. I love encouraging new readers and writers as they discover their growing abilities. My class cheers when it’s time for their spelling test!

Caroline: Tell us something about yourself that might surprise readers.

Babette: I’ve played with a tiger in my front yard. A friend of my dad’s had owned one, and he brought it over for us to see. It was not full grown yet, but it was very large, very soft, and bounded around the yard with us like a happy dog. (I have a feeling it considered my brother and I to be interesting new kitty toys)

Caroline: Interesting. A friend researched tigers for her novel and learned there are more tigers in captivity in Texas than free. What is something unusual you learned while researching and writing this book?

Babette: I needed to look up the history of baseball and was surprised to learn just how old of a game it was. The first known American reference to baseball appears in a 1791 Pittsfield, Massachusetts, town by law prohibiting the playing of the game near the town's new meeting house.

Caroline: Hmm, do you suppose a broken window caused that law to be written? What do you hope your writing brings to readers?

Babette: I want my readers to have enjoyed the story. That to me is the most important part of storytelling. I loved writing and discovering my characters and I hope readers enjoy my hero and heroine’s journey to love as much as I do.

Caroline: What advice would you give to unpublished authors?

Babette: My favorite tip is "Just write." Pour that story out and let your characters talk. Also, most importantly, never give up on your dreams.

Caroline: Tell us about your latest release.

Babette: SUMMERTIME DREAM is my new spicy contemporary romance novel from The Wild Rose Press, which is currently available on Kindle. This is the second novel in my River series, which began with CLEAR AS DAY. I had enjoyed writing Christopher and Margie as friends of my hero and heroine in CLEAR AS DAY, but they were already married and happily in love and I was busy working on the sequel to CLEAR AS DAY, where again they were only minor characters. I never intended to give them their own story or write a prequel. Best laid plans… I made the mistake of asking my characters how they met. My sweet happy couple had shadows in their pasts and problems to resolve before they reached their happily ever after. I absolutely loved writing their novel and watching the two learn what they needed in their lives as they dealt with the house, Margie’s family, the mystery of Christopher’s grandmother, and fell headlong into love.


The Fourth of July is over, but for these summer lovers the fireworks have just begun.

An unexpected inheritance brings business consultant Christopher Gordon from Los Angeles to quaint Falk’s Bend. He’s carved a week from his demanding schedule to list his great-grandparents’ house for sale and explore his roots. However, disturbing family secrets and the sweet temptation of writer Margie Olsson derail his plans, challenging him to seize the elusive dream missing from his hectic life— love.

A recent brush with death shook Margie’s life, but not her dreams and she’s ready to move forward. Only, standing up to her loving, over-protective family isn’t easy. Helping Christopher explore the derelict mansion and unravel his grandmother’s mysterious past should be a harmless fun taste of independence. But when her experimental summer fling ignites into unexpected love, how can her small town dreams work with his big city life?


Margie touched his shoulder and had him turn away from the mess to focus on the view toward the river.

Here the picturesque natural beauty of the property began: the land sloped gently down past the ancient summer house and purple martin houses to the reedy pond where a duck flew in and landed with a quack, and stretched on through weedy tangles of wild blackberry and rogue saplings to the ancient apple and plum trees sagging with unripe fruit, and beyond to the river invisible in the distance, marking where the Engberg’s farm began on the far bank.

Appreciation softened his tense face.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? I fell so in love with this place when I was little and dreamed I’d live in a house like this someday.” Margie laughed. “Of course, in my dreams it was a bit less rundown.”

“I’d imagine so. Interested in buying?”

“Oh, if only I could, I would in an instant. I’m sure the property alone is worth far more than I can afford. It’s a huge piece of land. And the repairs and restoration...” Longing swelled. She sighed. Someone else would buy and live in her dream home.

Quiet fell between them for a while. Bees buzzed in the clover. Birds sang, chirped, and flitted. A hummingbird whizzed past. Two more ducks joined the first amid quiet bickering quacks. Dandelion fluff drifted by on an unfelt breeze.

A truck rattled down the lane, breaking the moment.

“Suppose we ought to head back...” Christopher turned, so close their arms brushed, but instead of retreating, he hesitated. Their eyes locked. Where dismay and frustration had filled his green eyes, want simmered. The heavy air electrified.

You need a change.

On a surge of bewildering crazy courage, she stretched up and kissed him. The brief brush of lips to lips left her shaken and her heart pounding, like she had just come up for air.

His eyes widened in his serious, craggy face.

No, oh, no. Blowing out an unsteady breath, she pressed a hand to her stomach. She’d carried her day’s adventure one impetuous step too far. Her heroines were the daring part of her. She’d never even kissed on a first date before, and this wasn’t even a date.

Before the apology fluttering in her mind could break free, he cupped her cheek and touched his mouth down on hers.

Thinking faded as feeling soared. His gentle touch sweet and fascinating, his lips warm and firm played over hers, unhurried in his caresses and enticing brushes. He laced his fingers into her hair, cradling her head in his hand. He tenderly nipped her lip and licked at her mouth, inviting her rather than taking.

She sighed, delighting in this lovely, reckless rush. Yes. Yes. Yes. Forget that they had just met. She could want again.

Gripping his shoulder, she accepted the heady invitation, and the kiss deepened into perfect.

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“Summertime Dream is a perfect glass of Lemonade on a hot day. Simple, elegant and beautifully written. I enjoyed each scene. Loved the chemistry between the characters and the house. Great story!” ~ Deborah Diez

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Monday, January 13, 2014


Please welcome my good friend in Australia, Susan Horsnell, to the blog. Susan is an exceptionally nice person. Don't you enjoy reading a book more if you know the author is nice? I certainly do.

Anyway, Susan has an unique writing style all her own, although it is very much like British cozy mysteries in craft. Her books convey emotion and romance, and I hope you enjoy them.

Susan's latest releases are duo BLIND ACCEPTANCE and BLIND ACHIEVEMENT. Below I'll include the info for each.

Will Luke accept his son, Phillip’s blindness?
When Phillip is injured in a wagon accident and blinded for life; his father must come to terms with the fact that his only heir will be unable to run his beloved ranch unaided.
He struggles to accept his son is still whole; even the beautiful teacher he employs to help Phillip can’t seem to break down Luke’s walls.
Then, without warning, there is an event on the ranch that will change their lives forever.

Texas 1869
Luke strode into the kitchen and found Phillip clutched tight to the bosom of Meg - his cook/housekeeper, and up until now, Phillip’s teacher.
When Phillip noticed his father he disengaged himself from Meg’s grasp and ran to where Luke had crouched down and now held his arms outstretched. Luke swept his son up and held him close as he stood and walked into the parlour.
“Did you hear pardner?” Luke was becoming concerned with the effect the frequent arguments were having on their impressionable child.
The arguments seemed to be disrupting the household more and more and Luke was grateful that Meg protected Phillip from them as much as she could.
“You arguing again?” his brother, Nathan, asked as he marched into the parlour seconds behind Luke. “I heard you clear on over to the corral.”
“Yeah; Marie is still insisting on sending Phillip away to school but I just can’t let it happen.”
“Big brother, you can’t force her to keep Phillip at home and teach him. She wants to go back to Austin herself, you know she isn’t cut out for this life.”
Luke looked thoughtfully at his brother. Nathan had fallen in love with Marie the first time he'd met her. He had told Luke repeatedly for the first couple of years they were married that if Marie was his wife he would give up the ranch and take her off to a city for the life she so desperately wanted.
If Nathan didn’t love and respect his brother as much as he did, Luke thought he might have saddled up with Marie and headed off to Austin a few years ago.
Fortunately, as Nathan had grown older he’d also grown wiser and he could see Marie now for the woman she was. He told Luke she was everything he didn’t want in his wife.
Luke couldn’t, and didn’t want to, leave the ranch he loved more than anything else in the world; except for his son. His father and grandfather had worked hard to build the Circle J Ranch from nothing when they’d first arrived out west from Tennessee. Luke was convinced it was Phillip’s legacy he protected.
Marie could do what she liked.
He’d gladly give her the divorce she’d been asking for lately, but he would never give up his son.
Review from InD’tale Magazine – November 2013   4 ½ stars and Crowned Heart Award for Excellence
Phillip Johnson has been blind since the age of six after sustaining a head injury in a wagon accident.
Growing up on a ranch outside of Austin hasn't been easy for the young man but he has thrived with the loving help of his Step-Mother, Rachel, and the faithful support of his father, Luke.
At 18 years old, he has made the decision to head to Macarthur to attend the Wyoming College for the Blind. He plans to study Civil Government Law and Political Economics.
It is here that he meets Belinda and he falls deeply in love with her. Belinda hides a dark and dangerous secret.
A ruthless man is obsessed with owning her. This threat has the power to ruin their relationship and put their lives in jeopardy.
Can they overcome such obstacles and find happiness together?


Six months had passed and Phillip was thoroughly miserable. Teachers favoured him for his good nature and excellent grades while other students taunted him mercilessly for it. He thanked the Lord daily for his friendship with Daniel. Without him school would be unbearable and he would be on the next train back to the ranch.
He was now familiar with the classrooms and labyrinth of hallways so he was able to get around if Daniel was required elsewhere.
It had been a long day and he tapped his way back to his room. He was startled from his thoughts by an ear piercing scream. Coming to an abrupt stop he listened. Sounds of a scuffle and banging came from what he knew was a classroom ahead. He approached and threw open the door without hesitation.
“What the hell? Get out!” a gruff voice bellowed.
“Please help me.” A girl’s agonized plea tore at his heart.
“What’s going on?” Phillip demanded to know.
“None of your damned business, half-wit. Get out.” Phillip could not place the voice.
“Let me go,” she screamed again.
“Let the young lady go.” Phillip said angrily. “Come here to me Miss.”
He could hear her struggling to get free.
“I have asked you to let her go. I will not ask again.” Phillip loaded his voice with menace.
The man guffawed. “Do you really think a blindy like you can stop me?”
Phillip used the man’s voice to help him move closer.
The girl took advantage of her captor being distracted and bit down hard on his arm. He yelped with pain, and she wrenched free of his grip and launched herself into Phillip’s arms.
The air rushed from his lungs as she collided with his chest. He wrapped his arm protectively around her trembling body as she sobbed into his shirt.
Phillip lifted his cane as a warning for the man not to approach. “I am taking her to speak with Mr Carver. I expect he will also want to speak with you.”
The girl in his arms continued to tremble and sob.
“Come with me. We’ll ensure this never happens again,” he told the girl gently.
She moved from his grasp and wiped the tears from her eyes. Mr Collins, I will make you sorry for this,” she promised bravely.
“As if Mr Carver would believe you over a teacher he respects and trusts. I will tell him you made advances towards me,” he snarled.
The girl grasped hold of Phillip’s hand. Her obvious terror fired his anger.
“You forget, sir. I was here.”
“You’re blind,” he sneered. “How would you know what was happening?”
“A girl doesn’t scream like that if she is a willing participant.” Phillip tightened his hold on her hand and pulled her from the room.
“We will check Mr Carver’s office first. He often works late so he may not have gone down to his cottage yet.” Phillip led her back down the hall he had just come from.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“I’m Belinda. Thank you for rescuing me.”
“My name is Phillip and you are welcome. I’m just happy I came along when I did. What happened?”


In addition to her normal nurse’s duties, Susan Horsnell spent several years working with the blind. Her first hand knowledge equips her to handle the subject of a blind hero realistically. She hopes to illustrate through her entertaining fiction the fact that blind people are just that—people who have the same hopes and dreams as the seeing public.

My dad went blind in one eye from an accident at work and in the other eye from botched cataract surgery. This happened fifteen years before Dad died and completely changed our lives—and not for the better. Anything to do with blindness is very painful to me. I was hesitant to read Susan’s books, but she is a dear friend, so I did and I'm so glad I did.

One reviewer complained about Susan's style because she doesn’t conform to the traditional model for mass market fiction. Good for Susan. And she uses British spellings because, well, Australia is a British country. So don't think the different spelling is incorrect. 

Authors become writers because we have stories to tell, and we must tell them in a way that doesn’t stifle our creativity.  Park your inner critic and enjoy Susan’s stories!

Author Susan Horsnell
Susan Horsnell grew up in Sydney, Australia. Her parents came to Australia from England in 1952 after her father did 3 years in Mombasa, Kenya with the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces. A lot of her early years concentrated on dancing--tap, ballet, clog, jazz, etc., and she spent a fair amount of time travelling to competitions throughout New South Wales. She was a very good tapper and had a good singing voice so won a fair share of competitions. She did pantomimes and also a stint on a children’s television show. She's always loved to read.

She met her husband, Robert, he was posted to a Naval Base near her home. They have two sons and five grandchildren. Susan retired from nursing over four years ago. She likes to be active--loves walking their two Jack Russell Terriers – Cosmo and Kelly. The couple spend weekends out in the country visiting interesting old, antique, craft shops or historical homes, museums.

Her love of reading was invaluable with her Naval husband away so much. She began to write bits and pieces when she had the time. She's been writing seriously for 2 years but dabbled on and off before that. She wasn’t confident enough that people would want to read her work but decided to dive in and give it a go.

"I figured if I didn’t try it I would never find out if I had any talent or not. I hope readers can look at my writing as escapism with the old fashioned type romance that seems to have been lost. People are so busy in their jobs and with family life they don’t always have time to read heavy stories. I just would like them to sit down with a coffee and read something they don’t have to think about; something that will take them away to someplace else."


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