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Guest: Kris Kennedy + Giveaway!

Kris Kennedy is an award-winning, New York and self-published historical romance author who writes high adventure, super-sexy historical romance.  She also writes scorching hot contemporary romance under the pseudonym, Bella Love.

Q: Welcome, Kris! Thank you for being our special guest today! Please tell us about your latest release.
A: I’m so excited about THE KING’S OUTLAW, and the whole anthology, CAPTURED BY A CELTIC WARRIOR.  It has four, entirely new, complete historical romances by me and fab historical romance authors Jennifer Haymore, Eliza Knight, and Ms. Vonda Sinclair herself! 
We each wrote a sexy story with a captured theme, an Irish or Scottish hero, and an abduction.  We also each wove the story around a legendary dagger that has, or will, affect the lives of all the heroes and heroines.
Q: I enjoyed writing a novella to fit into this anthology so much! What inspired your story?
A: Ummm….Celtic warriors! J   A captured heroine.  Outlaws.  The Crusades.  A hard, desperate man with a questionable mission, and the innocent, fiery woman who stops him in his tracks.
THE KING’S OUTLAW took its time in coming to me.  Over the past year, in pursuit of this Captured story, I wrote 5 other stories, 100 pages and more of each, all intended for the anthology, but none were right.  I kept writing and knowing I wasn’t writing the Captured story.
Partly, that was because there’s a jeweled dagger that’s central to all the stories, and since my story was appearing first, I knew I wanted to set up a compelling, exciting ‘story’ for it.  But I also had to keep the storyline relatively tight—no sprawling 400 pg epics here!    And of course, it had to be über-sexy. All within a ‘captured’ theme.
I wrote and wrote, but kept writing around the story, until I wrote what is now the opening scene with Tadhg, the Irish hero of THE KING’S OUTLAW.  He’s on the docks in a grubby little French seaport, trying to get out of town before he’s captured by the villain, and, boom, the story took off.
I guess I was waiting for hero to show up and kick someone’s arse.  And then save someone’s arse.  The heroine’s, more specifically. J
I really loved the challenge of this story, and when it came together, it came together fast and tight. Really fun!
Q: I love the story you ended up with! How do you choose names for your characters?
A: Names are vital for a lot of writers, myself included!  Get the right name, the story can come together.  But if you get wrong one, the character can sort of…hang back.  It’s like they’re standing in the wings, but they didn’t hear their name called, so they never step forward onto the story ‘stage’.
Oh, Creativity, you crazy thing, you.
That’s as true for villains as for heroes and heroines. The wrong villain name can make the bad guy go all wishy-washy.  Not what you want in a bad guy! 
In the process of writing one of my other books, DEFIANT, the story languished for a long time, lying flat on the page, and the heroine was so ‘meh’ it hurt, until the hero suddenly called her ‘Eva’ in one scene—out of the blue!—and suddenly (another boom) there it was, the story.   Everything changed after that.  I rewrote everything but the word ‘the.’  ;)  All because my heroine showed up via her name. (Many thanks to Jamie Lost, the hero in DEFIANT, for seeing her so much more clearly than I.)
In my Captured story, THE KING’S OUTLAW, the hero’s name came to me at once when he was on the docks (see above :) ).  In fact, I typed his name a few times before I realized I’d actually named him!   Still, I toyed with renaming him, because I worried ‘Tadhg’ might be too clunky, hard to mentally pronounce, and thereby pull readers out of the story.
But every time I tried to change his name, he disappeared. Stepped off the stage.  So, he won.  Tadhg he remained.  (fyi: it’s pronounced /Tay-g/ J )
Q: That is fascinating. I also find the character, when I'm writing, must have the right name. Did you choose the title of your book and if so how did you do it?
A:  My buddy, author Erin Quinn, suggested it!  I was toying with The Outlaw or The King’s Man, and she suggested a middle ground: THE KING’S OUTLAW.
Q: Where is your favorite place in the world?
A: Writing when it’s flowing.  :) Seriously, writing feels like a physical space to inhabit, a creative well, or a cave?, or…I’m not sure of the proper metaphor, but it’s definitely a ‘place’ I can enter when I’m deep in the story, and it’s flowing.
Q: Which element of story creation is your favorite?
A: They’re layers, and while I’m doing any one of them, I love it the most. J
Characters are vital—they’re the life-blood of a romance—but characters only show up in the midst of a ‘story world,’ by responding to the events & challenges of that world, so plot is essential too. Or maybe I should say, stakes are important.  Whatever is happening to the character, (i.e. the plot) has to matter A LOT…to them.
Sitting in front of a TV eating nachos is not going to build a compelling heroine, not unless she’s been trying to get off nachos. (Which can be hard to do….) 
You need someone to break down the door and kidnap her (or the nachos) to get ‘compelling.’   Or you need the phone to ring and someone tell her news that wrecks—or hints at the coming wreckage—of her life as she knows it.  Something must launch her into situations she’s unable to avoid, situations that require actions & thoughts she’s never thought herself capable of before.  
And for that, you’ve got to have the right tests. Situations that push her past her existing limits, that bring out the best—and the worst—in her.  That’s plot.
So, short story long…I love all the elements!
Q: Which element of this story was the hardest for you?
A: Once I found the hero Tadhg in THE KING’S OUTLAW, it all came together.   Up until then…I’d say figuring out how I was going to get the backstory in was a big struggle.  It was a momentous backstory, and for a long time, I couldn’t figure out how to present it, and still keep the story moving forward, inside a tight timeline. 
Q: What is your writing process or method?
A: Oh…talking about my writing process would be a bad idea.  And by ‘bad,’ I mean ‘horribly embarrassing.’ 
It’s possible I’ve been an experiment for the Powers That Be: “Hey guys, I have a fun idea. Let’s design the most inefficient creative being that’s ever existed, k?  Winner gets a beer!” 
All I can say is, I hope it was a good beer.
Q: What’s next for you?
A: A new series, CONQUERORS AND OUTLAWS!  Eee!!  They’ll all be scorching hot historical romances with dangerous, determined heroes and the women they can’t avoid, upend, or, in the end, resist. 
THE KING’S OUTLAW is the first. 


Next (and available for pre-order now!) is CLAIMING HER, a scorching hot Elizabethan-set story that takes place beyond the Pale in Ireland.  Aodh Mac Con is a tattooed, conquering hero bent on seduction, and all his attention is bent on Katarina, the heroine who everyone has seriously underestimated.
CLAIMING HER is up for preorder at Amazon and iTunes/iBooks, and coming soon everywhere else.
And I’m also at work on a re-release of another one of my earlier books, DEFIANT.  I’m editing and honing it, and it should be available in a few weeks!
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I also plan to get back to writing some of my contemporary romances, after I release the next few historicals. Yes, I write contemps too!

The first contemp romance I wrote, SPIN, was intended solely as an experiment, a straight-up sexy story, minimal plot, just sexy fun times, with a slightly damaged, albeit upbeat, heroine.  I got what I wanted.
The second, OUTSIDE THE LINES, definitely has more meat on its plot bones. Sort-of a mystery, sort-of a thriller, still lots of sexytimes with a seriously alpha businessman hero. 
I plan to write more of the second type, because it was a lot of fun!  And I’ll “meat-up” the mystery/thriller angles in future stories.  Those books are under the Bella Love pseudonym (http://bellalovebooks.com/)
Q: Would you like to ask readers a question?
A: Oh, yes!  Here’s a ‘what if…’ I’ll give you an excerpt from THE KING’S OUTLAW, and you tell me what YOU would do next!    
Setup
Magdalena has just confronted a corrupt town official and been saved from his wrath by a mysterious stranger.  Things seem to have taken a turn for the better, but Magdalena is about to discover the true consequences of joining up with outlaws: they might do anything. Anything at all.
Northern France, January, 1193
…Voices broke out from the other end of the quay.  They turned.  The reeve’s assistant and a few other men were coming up the quay, one looking even more officious than he. Following them were a few armed men.
Goddammit.
“Mother Mary,” she whispered.  “What more can go awry?”
Tadhg shared the query.
There was nothing for it; he made his decision in a heartbeat.  
Sliding his hands up her arms, he spun her and almost flung her up against the side of the nearest building, then reached up and tore off her headdress.
“Good God,” she cried.  Her hands flew up to capture the silky veil, but he already had it off and was tugging off her distinctive cloak next.
“Mon Dieu,” she gasped next, grappling for the cloak, but he’d already fisted it and the silky veil together in his hand, down by his hip.  He stretched out an arm and planted his palm on the wall, blocking her face from the visitors now hurrying down the quay.
“Kiss me,” he said.
Her shocked face stared up at him.  “I b-beg your pardon?”
“Kiss me, then run.”
“What?”
“If you kiss me, you’re a whore.  If you stand there staring, you’re a merchant with a pouch of stolen seals in her hand.”
A second’s pause, then she pushed up on her toes and pressed her lips to his.
Dizziness and heat swooped in like hunting birds for Magdalena, dispelling sense and reason and anything else that might have been of use to her at the moment.  She had barely touched her lips to his when he descended without mercy, his mouth hard and slanting.  There was no prelude, no warning, no kindness or care, no quarter given.  She was a whore and he was having her.
He played the ruse exceptionally well.
He plowed her open with teeth and tongue, explored the depths of her wet mouth with sinful abandon.  She could do nothing but cling to him, her hands around his neck, her head forced back, her spine cupped, her body…thrilling.
Madness. Madness, all.
The hand not holding her cloak and wimple closed around her hip and began to tug up her skirts.  She made a feeble attempt to stop him, but his grip grew fierce, and he yanked the gown up, dragged it up the side of her leg until she felt cool air on her shin and calf.
Her head spun as if she’d been twirled like a top.  Picked up by a bird and sent flying.
Her knees grew weak, but she did not break that kiss.  She could not.  He’d become a field of energy, the way metal filings pulled toward iron, or one drop of water clings to another.  She was affixed to his kiss, to his chest, which she’d somehow pressed up against, to his shoulders, which she’d somehow wrapped her arms around, to his tongue, which was tangled with hers, his hot male breath, his cunning male hand, his hard male knee now making all manner of incursions between her thighs, and she, she, reveling in it.
***

So, Reader, tell me…what do you do next?
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Excerpt: 


“Here’s the jumping spot,” Cameron said. He shucked his navy t-shirt over his head without warning, and dropped it on the rocks. Gillian sucked in a breath that would have been audible if not for the noise of the waves battering the cliff in their endless quest for passage. His gray board shorts hung low on his hips, hugging his waist just below his carved abs. She could have spent the rest of the day staring at the nice fit.

But other delights needed to be checked out. His tight abs, that fanned up to a muscular chest and broad shoulders with chiseled biceps. His warm tan. The black hair that outlined his pecs, virtually disappeared on his stomach, and reappeared, with a little more presence, to arrow down into his shorts.

She wouldn’t be surprised if her mouth were hanging open, particularly when Cameron grinned at her as if he knew exactly what was going through her mind. He placed his wallet and phone on top of his t-shirt.

“Do I dare to ask if you’ll follow suit?” he asked, letting his gaze rest for a moment on her tank top.

She waved back the way they’d come. “With all those people watching?” Clumps of colorfully clad vacationers dotted the gray and tan rocks wherever there was a spot wide enough to sit down.

“You could be an exhibitionist for all I know,” he answered, grinning. “If it were my lucky day.”

“Not your lucky day, then.” She dropped her bag, kicked off her flip-flops, and jumped into the sea.

She heard Cameron’s gasp over her head, and then his laughter rang out, coming closer as he jumped in after her.

The cool blue water closed over her head, sparkling around her. She let it refresh her for a moment, before she kicked up, breaking through the surface of the foaming white water. Cameron was already bobbing at the surface, looking in her direction with a bit of anxiety in his eyes.

“That was a gutsy move, Red,” he said.

“Not really.” She tossed back her hair and smiled with sheer joy. “You didn’t strike me as the type of man who’d be out here cliff-diving if it wasn’t safe to do.”

He returned her smile with an infectious one of his own. “You don’t want to rely on me to be cautious.”

She laughed. “Me neither.”

“I got that, Red.” He shoved his black hair back on his head. “Now do you want to swim around out here, or jump again?”

“Is there a way out?”

He threw back his head and laughed, his teeth white against the tanned column of his throat. “Some people,” he said, “would have established an exit strategy before jumping in.”

She shrugged, her shoulders barely clearing the water. But his gaze fixed on them.

“I want to jump in again,” she said.

He pointed behind her. “Swim over there, and you’ll see a way to climb out onto the rocks.”

Fortunately, she was an excellent swimmer. The current kept trying to push her onto the face of the cliff, but she was able to reach the small opening and clamber up. It wasn’t until she regained her footing and turned back to check on Cameron, that she realized she had a problem. Her cream tank top clung to her body like a second skin, and the reason she noticed it was that Cameron’s eyes were glued to her breasts as he pulled himself out of the water. Of course, that was somewhat fair as her gaze was locked onto the play of muscles in his broad shoulders as he hoisted himself onto the horizontal rock.

Still, it was somehow more socially acceptable for her to enjoy his muscles than it was for him to enjoy her near nudity. She crossed her arms over her chest.

Cameron shook his head. “A shame to hide such a gorgeous view.”

She almost giggled. “You’re staring.”

“I don’t want to objectify you,” he said with a wink. “But I’m a man and you’re hot. So I’m stuck.”
                                                                                 ~*~
 This is a picture of the rocks from which they went cliff-diving (in Dubrovnik, Croatia.)

 Yes, one of my kids thought it would be fun to do.

Wanna Get into Some Trouble?

Sometimes on my blogging days I will promo an author who is published by the same company as I am, and today is one of those days. Her latest book is about to be released--more on that next week--but the first in the series is available right now. Trouble Magnet by Cat Cervantes is kind of a chick-lit spy novel with a little bit of sexy romance and humor thrown in for good measure. If you love chocolate, Paris or shopping, or you picture yourself saving the world some day, then you'll probably like hanging out for a few pages with Finn, the intrepid CIA newbie in Trouble Magnet and Double Trouble. Here's the description:

A recent graduate of the CIA’s latest initiative to get more women into the operative ranks, chocolate addict and shopaholic Regina “Finn” Finnegan is on her way to save the world after an embarrassingly short training stint. Promised Paris but landing in Houston surrounded by burly mercenaries, she’s more likely to shoot someone else’s target on the firing range, cause a brawl, or get her high heels caught in a grate while on assignment. However, with sarin gas coming into the United States, she’s ready to stand up to anyone to stop it.

Mercenary and CIA asset Nick Costa is a man who’s used to getting what he wants, and right now he wants to find who’s at the center of bringing nerve gas into the country. Well, that and the CIA rookie who is both distracting and intriguing. He’s got the shipment in hand but not the buyer or the target, and dragging the rookie with him may get them both killed. Finn battles Nick’s advances, spars with his team of mercenaries and goes head to head with her CIA boss who wants her off the team, but whether she’s pushing a dead man off her or passing herself off as an art expert, Finn doesn’t believe in no-win scenarios. By the seat of her pants she’ll argue, fight, cajole and throw herself in harm’s way to find the buyer who would unleash nerve gas in the United States and once again derail her trip to Paris.

Happy Reading!

Oh, the Places We'll Go! by E. Ayers

Thanks so much, Vonda, for having me here, and thank you for allowing me to share my daughter’s rather unusual travel experience to Scotland.
Even as I put this together for you, I had to giggle. It seems like yesterday, even though it happened a long time ago! (No, it was not that long ago, there’s no way she’s that old! Impossible. That would make me…never mind… I’m not old enough to have a daughter that age.)
When my daughters were in the fifth grade, they had to do reports on a European country. My oldest got the Netherlands. The teacher asked that they do something beyond just a report and they were expected to read the report to the class. Well, a friend of mine had the little Dutch cap and some wooden shoes, and I made my daughter a traditional-looking dress. Wearing her costume, and a few extra pairs of socks so her feet would stay in the oversized wooden shoes, she added to her report by bringing a copy of Hans Brinker; or, the Silver Skates: A Story of Life in Holland, and taking some Dutch chocolate for everyone to sample. With her blonde hair, she looked adorable and got an A for her report and presentation.
But when the younger child was assigned a country, she got Scotland. We were living in a different school district and this teacher said no general report, they had to do something that showed they had researched the country, and it had to be presented to the class. The younger one whined because she didn’t have the same access to things such as clothing as her sister did. Not a kilt in sight! Oh dear.
No home access to the Internet in those days (and it wasn’t then what it is now), so I suggested she get on the phone, call a travel agent, and ask if they had any brochures she could have for her report. She called several. We got wads of stuff in the mail! Mixed in with the normal tourist stuff and airfares were several brochures on biking and youth hostels. Her little mind went into overdrive! A trip to the local library yielded books such as visiting Europe on ‘X’ dollars per day.
She decided to write her report like a diary, as though she had visited the country. She figured out how fast she could ride her bike and how many miles she could travel in a day by riding around our neighborhood for an entire day. With a good road map of Scotland, she planned her trip, stopping along the way to sightsee, watching for Nessie in the lake, and doing all the important tourist stuff including visiting castles and museums. We also put her on a tight budget, which meant she couldn’t use fancy hotels.

Loch Ness (where Nessie lives) photo by Vonda Sinclair
She did some careful calculating. It was very meticulously mapped out in a loop of the country. She’d sit there with a ruler and worked on it every night. Didn’t get to do everything she wanted because she couldn’t bike that fast!
All of it was worked out on 3 x 5 cards, and believe me, she worked on it! What she thought she could do, she soon discovered she really couldn’t. She had to modify that trip several times until she managed to stay within budget and time restraints. We did suggest to her that things don’t always go as planned and she needed to make allowances for it. After some groaning, she went back to her cards and made some careful changes.
It rained and she didn’t get as far as she hoped. Then she caught a cold and wound up staying an extra day in a small town. She counted her money and took the train, a very expensive luxury, to make up for lost time because she wanted to see a particular castle (Dunrobin) in the far north. (Rumored to be the one Walt Disney used as inspiration for his castle.) She couldn’t afford a sleeper car, which meant she slept in her seat and was “surprised” that she had to pay extra for her bike.

Dunrobin Castle photo by Vonda Sinclair
Each day, the diary had an entry in the margin of money spent, including stopping at banks and getting her American Express Travel Checks cashed with conversion rates, etc. And most importantly, how much she had left.
Using a theoretical amount of money, she “bought” round trip airfare, including special fees (and that box) for the bike to fly, which dropped her to a very tight budget, and she spent about two weeks in Scotland.
As she wrote her little log of her “journey”, she cut up those brochures to show the places she visited, gluing it next to the entry for that day. She carefully made a map of Scotland and her journey. She used real hostels that were advertised, and it was quite accurate, including the fare for the train.
She began her diary when she left Washington, DC with her bike packaged for air transport and saying an excited but tearful goodbye to her family. After arriving in Glasgow, she wrote about renting a locker in the airport to hold the box so she could package her bike for her return trip.
With her bike and backpack, she “visited” Scotland. Each entry was a different day. Some of the hostels required extra money for things such as showers, including additional money for hot water for those showers. She wrote about not washing her hair or being able to wash her jeans. She wrote about food, what she had bought along the way, what she was fed at the hostels, other “children” she had met at the hostels, and the places she had visited. She “bought” souvenirs for herself and her sister.
Edinburgh, Scotland. Photo by Vonda Sinclair
It included things about the weather, traffic, getting lost in the city, getting soaked in the rain, as well as all items in her backpack, whining about things that had gone wrong, such as a flat tire that she had to get repaired, body parts that ached, and anything associated with traveling, such as seeing the stacks from a nuclear power plant. Her whole report was sprinkled with emotions, from feelings of anxiety to being totally enthralled.
Within the brochures, there was a town with a calendar of events. One of the events was a street fair and carnival. She planned that into her trip. Gathering her courage, she bought blood pudding from a vendor at the carnival and tried it. (I let her see a recipe for it and she decided there was no way she’d ever eat it!) Another place talked about a special bed and breakfast, so she treated herself to a nice comfortable night, complete with a hot bath and high tea.

Pitlochery, Scotland, photo by Vonda Sinclair
The diary was well written and her map showed where she had “traveled” and spent the night.
After neatly transcribing everything into a new composition book (the kind of notebook that is bound with sown string), she took the book outside and scraped it on the sidewalk to give it a well-used appearance. Using a spray bottle, she misted it to make it look as if it had gotten wet in her backpack.
She marked a road map, showing her route, attractions she visited, and where she had stayed, and made a key of the places. Then she very carefully drew a smaller map that fit on a single page. Her father took her map to work and made black and white copies. She glued her colorful copy into the back of her notebook. She went one step beyond and typed everything into a neat report, minus all the pictures.
When the day came to do her report, I fixed her a tureen of Scotch broth (a hearty soup made with lamb and barley), and she took a box of Walkers Shortbread cookies for everyone to try. She ladled some soup into plastic cups and gave her teacher and classmates a taste of soup, along with a plastic spoon, napkin, cookie, and a copy of her map so that they could follow along. She handed the teacher the typed “diary” and she read her “diary” to the class. From what she had said, no one stirred in their seats. She handed her picturesque diary to her teacher.
The teacher asked her a few questions. She just smiled and answered as if she’d really taken the trip. (Little actress!)
She found the whole thing to be funny when she realized that everyone believed that she had gone there, except she never got her report back. But she did receive an A. According to her, the rest of the class had the usual boring stuff.
The afternoon of her class presentation, I had a phone call from the teacher. I thought it was a joke, so I played along. “Of course I let her go, why not?” It was all in her mind. “Kids over there stay in youth hostels all the time. It’s a great way to travel!” Yeah, if they are eighteen!
That night was a PTA meeting. I went and the principal collared me. “Did you really let her do that?”
Again, I laughed it off. “Yep, she had to keep very careful track of her money. Planned the whole trip by herself.” (Technically I wasn’t lying. She did plan the whole thing, and she did have to track her money to do it.)
I’m probably darn lucky Social Services didn’t come knock on my door. Really, does anyone seriously think I’m going to allow my young daughter to run around Scotland by herself at that age? She was eleven years old! I wouldn’t let her jump on her bike and travel two miles to a friend’s house. And I certainly wouldn’t have allowed her to travel there alone!

The road leading into the Scottish Highlands. Photo by Vonda Sinclair.
Anyway, that report must have been passed to every teacher in the building. It was several weeks later when a friend, who was a teacher at that school, called me about something unrelated, and then sheepishly asked me about my daughter traveling alone.
“Heavens, no! Think about it. If she went in the summer, she would have been ten. The child owns a two-bit used clunker, not a lightweight mega-speed touring bike. And can you even remember a time when my daughter wasn’t home? And what were the odds that she would have gone to a country that she had to do for class?”
“Oh.”
By the way, my daughter is now a grown woman, and she’s never been to Scotland. At one point, I expected her to run off and do it, for she had talked about it several times while in her mid-teens. But instead, she married young and had a child. It wouldn’t surprise me if she took off one day for an extended visit. I don’t think she’d do it by bike or stay in the hostels, but she fell in love with the country as she wrote her diary. And she loves the Walkers Shortbread cookies! (Who doesn’t?)
But the really scary part of all of it, for me as a mom, was the fact that I believe she really could have made that trip. And if I had even hinted that she could have, she probably would have taken off and done it! She might have survived, but I doubt I would have.
Both of my girls did well in school, especially if it required a report or writing. I can’t imagine where they might have gotten the gift of putting words to paper, but they did. Yet, neither one has ever expressed any interest in writing. But there’s still hope for my youngest one, who wrote a book, To Catch a Unicorn, in the first grade, and won a literary contest in her school, and then convinced an entire elementary school that she spent two weeks alone in Scotland when she was ten with only a handful of money, a bike, and a backpack.


E. Ayers is a multi-published and Amazon best-selling author of western and contemporary romances. Her books are never too sweet or too hot. She writes down the middle. She is proud to be part of the Authors of Main Street, an elite group of award-winning and best-selling contemporary authors.

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It's a Small World + New Release!

This is the 50 year anniversary of the iconic Disney ride. Who knew it was so, well, distinguished? :)

Who knew that the song is played somewhere every hour on the planet?

I know it's the ride some people love to hate, but I don't know why. I personally love that ride and I'm here to admit that once I rode it 4 times in a row!

I was pregnant, and with my 4 year old daughter. My husband and our older kid love the fast and scary rides so while they were doing their thing, I took her on It's a Small World. You get to sit down, it's nicely air-conditioned, and what's not to like? She loved it and asked if we could go again. There was no line, so we got off and got right back on.

Yup, we did it four times in a row and had a wonderful time. Each time we saw something new, and honestly, as corny as the song might be, I think it's a good message to instill in a child.


And here is my latest news: I have a new release - Duke of Devonwood! I'm so excited about this story of an American woman and what she does when she discovers that her inheritance has been left under the control of an English duke. This is a contemporary romance, not historical.

Reviewers have said:

"I loved this book, it was sassy smart, and had some naughty bits to it!" (Heather Andrews on Goodreads)

"This is the first book I have read about a Duke in modern times and I must say I really enjoyed it." (Brittany on Goodreads)

Excerpt:

"Your little ploy isn't going to work," the duke said, his voice hoarse.

"Ploy?" Miranda fought for self-control, determined not to let him see the effect he had on her. "Maybe I think you're the hottest thing since fire was invented."|

He stared down at her, his gaze scorching her. "As it turns out, we are combustible together. Who knew?" He ran one hand through his hair, that she'd thoroughly mussed. She didn't think he was quite as calm as he was pretending to be.

"I knew." She cast about for some kind of explanation to give him. God forbid he should guess at the emotions she was battling. "Power is such an aphrodisiac," she finally said. Let him think that was what her response was about.

He barked out a short laugh. "That's blunt. Luckily, I'm well-hardened against the charming ways of women. But I'll enjoy watching your efforts."

"Why are you so angry?"

"I told you I wasn't interested. But you're continuing to push me."

The piece of paper with the budget on it crackled under her feet as she stepped back. "You sound like a virgin in a Regency novel."

He shook his head. "Learn how to accept no for an answer." Snapping his fingers at the dogs, he opened the French doors, and strode out into the garden.

Miranda proceeded more slowly out of the office wing. She should have expected that the duke, experienced at fending off wannabe brides, would not fall into her clutches like a ripe peach. She wasn't discouraged though. She'd just have to work harder, be bolder, take more risks. If she were perfectly honest with herself, she was hurt that he wasn't as affected by their kisses as she was. However, since she wasn't planning to actually have sex with him, it had to be good that he was willing to call a halt before their kisses went too far.

She could set her next trap without worrying that the situation would get out of hand.

Buy Links:


Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00JIANN1G


So tell me, how do you feel about the Disney ride, It's A Small World? Love it, tolerate it, or hate it?