Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Now on Kindle Unlimited: ALL IN FOR LOVE #romantic #suspense

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ALL IN FOR LOVE
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An Inn Decent Proposal, Sharon Buchbinder
Can an hotelier with a past and a chef with a future revive the grand dame in a neglected old inn?

Perfect Odds, Lashanta Charles
When a jilted bride meets the man of her dreams, will she embrace the new plan, or cling stubbornly to the old one?
A Ghost To Die For, Keta Diablo
She didn't believe in ghosts…until one showed up in her hotel room begging for help.

Raising Kane, Henry Doran
Funny how a night in jail will change a woman's outlook on life.
For Money or Love, Margo Hoornstra
She’s one woman he can’t afford to lose

Take A Chance On Me, M.J. Schiller
Who do you count on when the chips are down?

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Saturday, May 27, 2017

#western #romance At Its Best! Once Upon A Savage Moon

Once Upon A Savage Moon
(5-Part Serial)
Brothers Creed and Brand Gatlin love the same woman. One is the father to her child; the other her husband. One left to fight in the Civil War; one stayed home to pick up the broken pieces of their lives.

Sage and Lauren McCain, twins separated at birth, have no idea the other exists...until Fate steps in to reunite them twenty years later. 

Once Upon A Savage Moon is a sweeping saga of two families, the McCains and the Gatlins, caught in the crossfire of the Civil War and the Sioux uprising. Journey with them as they struggle through heartache, betrayal, forgiveness and ultimately love.

Set up and Excerpt: On her deathbed, Sage's grandmother reveals the girl's true identity. 

Sage jumped when Wanapaya tapped her on the shoulder and motioned her to follow. Placing the sickly child under the blankets with her parents, she walked outside.

He spoke the words and she felt the blood drain from her face. “Your grandmother is very ill. She calls for you.”
  
Sage clapped her hands over her ears. She’d seen so much death, cradled so many dying babies, she couldn’t bear to see another loved one die. The world crashed down around her while she ran through the village. She stumbled time and again, and rose to push onward.
  
Throwing back the flap of the lodge, she rushed to her grandmother’s still form and dropped to her knees. Tiny blue veins punctuated her thin, translucent hands. They felt warm and clammy in hers. Blinking back tears, Sage choked on the words. “Grandmother, it’s me. Can you hear me?”

Peter Pa sat opposite Sage, his legs tucked beneath him. He lifted his head and stared into Sage’s eyes. Even in the dim light of the lodge the ugly truth marched forth. Her grandmother courted death. 
Sage put her palm to Gran’s forehead and jerked it back. Tossing back the furs, she tore open her cotton shift and scanned her neck and torso. “No-o-o!” 

The familiar rash—the one she loathed—covered her grandmother’s hot flesh. She pummeled her fists into the ground and choked on her sobs. “Please do not leave us! There’s much to be done yet!” Cupping her grandmother’s face between her hands, she pleaded. “Please do not give up, you must fight!”

A deafening silence came to the lodge. Sage lifted her head and searched the familiar faces. Otter Woman, Storm Cloud, Crooked Back and her beloved husband stood in the shadows, their faces masked in grief. 

Sage turned to Peter Pa. “You must tell her she can’t leave. I can’t bear it.”

His lips trembled. “It’s her time, child, and you can’t save her.”

Caught up in her own emotions, she shrieked, “I will not allow her to die!”

“She’s run a good race.” Peter Pa took Evrasina’s hand. “Now it’s time for her to begin another journey.”

Sage shook her head. “Not yet, oh please, not yet!”

“You’ll see her again one day, but now, you must allow her to leave in peace.”

Sage drew Gran into her arms. “I’m not ready. Please open your eyes, speak to me.” 

Feverish eyes opened and a hard-earned smile tugged the corners of Evrasina’s lips. She labored for breath, forcing Sage to accept the fact her grandmother would soon leave this place called earth. She’d heard the hated death rasp much too often to ever forget the gurgling rattle.

Evrasina’s lips moved. “Come close, child. There’s little time left and I must tell you….” 

Sage looked into her colorless eyes. “Whatever it is, it can wait. You must save your strength.”

Her voice firm, yet filled with love, she rasped, “I must make my final journey without secrets on my soul. I’ve always loved you more than life. From the first time I saw you, I knew I could never give you back.”

Confusion stormed through Sage’s mind. “Give me back?” She looked into Peter Pa’s eyes. When he averted her gaze, a sickening dread claimed her. The racking cough drew Sage to her grandmother again. The words she would hear soon would alter her life forever. Yet she’d always known something, hadn’t she? “What-what do you wish to tell me?”

With great effort, Gran drew out the words. “Sage, you are a McCain.”

Numb disbelief washed over her. She heard a long breath escape Grandmother’s lips. Her hand went limp and her head lolled to the side.

Five words hung in the air between them, her grandmother’s last. Sage clung to her slack hand. Crooked Back and Storm Cloud began a reverberating chant, the undulating echoes rising and falling like a funeral dirge in the lodge.

Spasmodic sobs wracked Sage and her tears fell harsh and unrelenting. Her beloved Grandmother had passed on. 

Peter Pa rubbed Evrasina’s still fingers, his shoulders shaking with grief. Like a man obsessed, he massaged her hand and turned it over in his own as if by doing so he could bring her to life again. His heartfelt sobs filled the lodge in unison with the mournful cries of the grieving. Wanapaya stepped from the shadows and pulled Sage from the ground. She slumped against his chest and cried her heart out.

They buried Evrasina Denzer in a Winnebago ceremony befitting a great medicine woman. Her weathered straw hat and knapsack hung from the burial posts, swaying in the soft breeze of morning. Sage had cried so much in the last day, not one ounce of fluid remained in her body. Numb throughout the short ceremony, she recalled the last words her grandmother spoke. ‘Sage, you are a McCain.’

Friday, May 5, 2017

Chapter Read from a Hot Trilogy #EroticRom

CRADLE OF DREAMS, Book 1
WHISPER OF DREAMS, Book 2
SCOUNDREL OF DREAMS, Book 3

"Diablo transported me back to 1865 with just a few words, and I felt like I was at the ball - and I wished I was in the library rather than Kendrick." 5 Stars

"If you are looking for something quick, steamy, romantic and quite enjoyable, you won't go wrong with these three novellas." 5 Stars

"Sizzle, Sizzle. Loved it! The sex scenes are wow, makes you want to be in them.5 Stars

"What made this a magical story was Roane's determination to get to the woman he loved and claim her before she was married to someone else." 5 Stars

Chapter Read from Cradle of Dreams, Book 1
WARNING: HOT! Proceed With Caution

Setup: Roane has returned from the war to find his lover betrothed to another. At the Grand Ball, he escorts Kendrick into the library, determined to make her his forever.

Damn her. Damn Kendrick Moreland and her lies, her beauty, and for every night he dreamed of coming home to fuck her senseless. The one thought that kept him going during the war, kept him sane, was the memory of her exquisite face. 
He should have died a thousand times, like the rest of his men. For some callous reason he had lived. In the darkest of times, he questioned why he had been spared. Now he knew, and what perverse irony. He had lived through a bloodbath to watch her marry another. His deep, sardonic laugh bounced off the library walls.
Kendrick crossed her arms over her chest and withdrew a step or two. “You’re mad, completely insane and, you’re . . . frightening me.”
How dare she stand there all pale and horrified? Her childlike vulnerability increased his desire to protect her from everything evil. And fuck her. His balls swelled and his cock pushed against his breeches. He had never wanted anything more in his life than he wanted her. Be damned with civility, propriety and her reputation. Not a soul would dare to speak out against his woman. And she would be his woman by the time they left this room.
Her eyes widened as she stared into his with fear and expectancy. She wanted him too; he felt it with every beat of his savage heart. He stalked toward her, lowered his head and captured her mouth. Devouring her lips was like laying claim to heaven. Velvety smooth, they moved against his. He didn’t have to force her lips apart to gain what he sought. The moment he ran his tongue over her bottom lip, she allowed him access.
Breaking from the kiss, he held her back from him. “Take off your dress. Do it now before I rip the damn garment from your body.”
“You’re not serious!”
“Oh, no? I shall count to three. If you intend to salvage the dress, I suggest you remove it.
Now!”
Her fingers trembled when she slipped the dress from her shoulders. His mind
screamed: Soon she will be mine; heart, soul, and body. Excruciating pain shot through him when her foot connected with his groin.  Contemplating the feel of his rod inside her, he had let his guard down, trusted her.
She bolted toward the door, fumbling with the gown near her shoulders. Despite the pain, Roane lunged through the air and took her down by an ankle. He couldn’t allow her to walk from this room. Their bodies tumbled about the rug, her kicking and clawing, him doing his best to keep her flailing arms from scratching his eyes out. Near the settee, he managed to haul her to her feet, turn her around and hold her against him. Her breaths came in pants and a quiet sob escaped.
Long moments passed and neither spoke. Finally, on a whisper her words reached him. “I can’t reach the buttons.”
He did the honors for her, taking his time to savor her creamy shoulders and the delicate bones of her spine. He couldn’t wait to possess her, yet the goddess of his dreams infuriated him. The stubborn woman wasn’t the type to answer to a man’s whims or demands. He should have anticipated she would fight him, although she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He would wager his grandmother’s best pearls that underneath the obdurate fa├žade a fiery siren lived.
When he finished unbuttoning her dress, he dragged her against him. Holding her by the shoulders he whispered in her ear, “Finish taking it off and step out of it.”
Her body shivered and he exalted in her subtle tremble of desire. Removing a hand from one shoulder, he ran it through her hair, loosening the pins. Long, honey-colored curls tumbled free and cascaded down her back in a veil of gossamer silk. She stepped out of the dress and shuffled it aside with her feet.
“The corset and pantalets. Remove them, along with any other foolish undergarments. I want you naked in my arms.”
“Please, Roane,” she whimpered. “Anyone could enter―”
“Remove them or I’ll rip them off you.”
With a sob, she rolled the pantalets down her slender hips and set about removing the laced corset. Moments later, the garments joined her cast-aside dress.
“You should always be naked in my arms, beauty.” His fingers found her nipple. With a tweak, he whispered, “Naked, willing and burning for me.”
Her knees buckled beneath her and her head lolled on his chest. “I can’t . . . can’t continue―”
His arm tightened about her and he jerked her upright. “Tell me, Kendrick, does Fleming drive you wild with desire?”
She shook her head.
Roane cupped a swollen breast and rolled her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Does he fondle you; tug at your nipple like this until your cunt throbs with need? Or does he suckle you to get you wet?”
 A low moan escaped her lips on the heels of his words, “Never.”
Roane’s hand slid from her breast to her abdomen, and lower still to the soft mound of curls between her thighs. He found her nub and rubbed until her head thrashed against his chest. “Did Pitt ever take you to his bed? Have you ever spread your legs for him so he could slip inside your hot, wet folds?”
She panted through her answer. “Please stop, I’m about-about to be married to another.
I-I gave my word.”
“Answer the question, Kendrick. Tell me the truth.”
“No, oh, God, please stop, Roane.”
An animal-like whimper escaped her lips when he slipped a finger inside her. Still holding her around the waist with one arm, he thrust deep, eliciting a series of groans from her throat. “You little hypocrite, you don’t want me to stop, you and I both know it. Admit you want me to shove my cock deep inside you.”
“No, no, I don’t,” she said on a pained moan. “I’m going to-to marry Pitt.”
“Over my dead body,” he ground out between clenched teeth.
 Her scent overwhelmed him, a mingling of lemon and her arousal. Her mass of hair against his lips felt like the finest of silks. He had to stop or soon he would be spending like a pubescent schoolboy. It infuriated him she held such power over him. If he didn’t cease this game of cat and mouse, it would be over before he wrenched the truth from her. The thought of Pitt Fleming even touching her perfect skin, running his hands over her naked flesh crippled him with jealousy.
He withdrew his finger and spun her around, so fast her head jerked back. With his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her to her knees and pulled his engorged cock from his trousers. His balls felt heavier than lead and his staff looked irate, perhaps because it had been denied such exquisite pleasure thus far.
His breaths coming in pants, he placed his swollen member to her lips. “Did your dandy Pitt ever ask you to suck his cock?”
A small cry left her lips and she dropped back, but not before Roane grabbed a shock of her hair and forced her mouth toward his shaft again. “Never would he ask me to-to suck on his . . . .”
“But you want to suck my cock, don’t you, Kendrick? You want to take it into your mouth and taste me, suck me dry, don’t you?”

* * * * *




Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Do You Believe In Ghosts?

Do you Believe in Ghosts?

Countless articles have been written about the sightings of ghosts ... or should we say, the invisible antics of spirits?

There's a hotel in the Midwest that's had it's own share of ghost antics and pranks -- the Palmer House in Sauk Centre, MN. The hotel is locally notorious for sightings, in fact, a 3-ring binder of several hundred personal accounts from guests and employees sits in the lobby for all to read. Several psychics and tv show hosts have documented paranormal activity in the Palmer House.

I'm on the fence about my belief in ghostly apparitions. I won't rule it out, however. 

Back to the Palmer House and some incidents that have been documented.

*  Room 11 and room 13 turn suddenly drafty. Adjusting the thermostat does not solve the problem

* A male apparation dressed in 1920s pinstripe suit with a derby hat has been seen seated on a chair near the window in Room 11.

* A pregnant woman tucks people in during the night in that same room.

* A young boy bounces a ball down the hallway on the second floor of the hotel. (It's documented a young boy died of a fever in the Palmer House in the 1920s).

* Employees state when they set up the silverware in the dining room for the next day's guests, they often come back several hours later to find the silver in total disarray.

* One employee insists the little boy's ball suddenly appeared in the middle of bed she had just changed. 

* Ghost dogs suddenly appear in the wine cellar and watch the employees work, even bark when they go in to retrieve supplies.

* Slamming doors are common and rugs have been shoved up against the doors making it almost impossible to open them.

I find it all very fascinating. The number of reported ghostly incidents at the Palmer House are hard to discard.


I love to write about ghosts. In my historical novel Sojourn With A Stranger, there's a ghost by the name of Lucinda. The poor soul was murdered, and only after her death, were the pieces of the puzzle revealed to her. Now she's out for revenge, and her soul won't rest until her murderer is exposed.  

About Sojourn With A Stranger 


A ghost haunts the halls of Stafford House. When Raine Brinsley arrives and accepts a position as a house servant, the ghost is determined to let Raine know who murdered her. Derek and Lyman Stafford race against time to produce the first male heir and secure the title to Stafford House. The brothers will do anything to win…including murder.


A dark, Gothic novel with romance, mystery, suspense and thrills.

For more information on Sojourn With A Stranger or to read the wonderful reviews, hop on over to Amazon here: http://amzn.to/I0tYJK 


How about you? Do you have any ghost stories you'd like to share? We'd love to hear them in the comment section below.

Thanks for stopping by!

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

What Do You Know About WOLFHOUNDS?


Number one, they're IRISH (like me) . . .

The Irish Wolfhound is a giant-sized dog, one of the tallest breeds in the world, reaching the size of a small pony. The head is long and the skull is not too broad. The muzzle is long and somewhat pointed. The small ears are carried back against the head when the dog is relaxed and partway pricked when the dog is excited. The neck is long, strong and well arched. The chest is wide and deep. The long tail hangs down and is slightly curved. The legs are long and strong. The feet are round, with well-arched toes. The wiry, shaggy coat is rough to the touch on the head, body and legs and longer over the eyes and under the jaw. Coat colors include gray, brindle, red, black, pure white or fawn, with gray being the most common.

Height: 28 - 35 inches (71 - 90 cm)
Weight: 90 - 150 pounds (40 - 69 kg)
Life Expectancy - 6 to 8 years

The Irish Wolfhound can reach up to 7 feet tall when standing on his hind legs *which means you don't want to mess with a Wolfhound*

Temperament:
Irish Wolfhounds are sweet-tempered, patient, kind, thoughtful and very intelligent. Their excellent nature can be trusted with children. Willing and eager to please, they are unconditionally loyal to their owner and family. They tend to greet everyone as a friend, so do not count on them being a watchdog, but may be a deterrent simply due to their size. This giant breed can be clumsy and are slow to mature in both body and mind, taking about two years before they are full grown. However, they grow rapidly and high-quality food is essential.

Origin: 
The Irish Wolfhound's name originates from is use as a wolf hunter, and not from its appearance. This is a very old breed with Roman records dating as far back as 391 AD. They were used in wars, and for guarding herds and property and for hunting Irish elk, deer, boar and wolves. They were held in such high esteem that battles were fought over them. Irish Wolfhounds were often given as royal presents. Boar and wolf became extinct in Ireland and as a result the Irish Wolfhound declined in population. A British army officer by the name of Captain George Graham bred them in the second half of the 19th century. The breed was restored by the introduction of Great Dane and Deerhound blood. The Irish Wolfhound Club was founded in 1885 and it was recognized by the AKC in 1897. In 1902 a hound was first presented to the Irish Guards as a mascot. It was recognized by the Kennel Club as a sporting breed in 1925. The Irish Wolfhound Society was founded in 1981.

Did you know there's a canine hero in LAND OF FALLING STARS? And he's our heroine's (Sophia's) Irish Wolfhound. His name is Ricochet and on more than one occasion he comes to Sophia and Gavin's rescue. Several readers have fallen love with Ricochet. If you read Land of Falling Stars, I hope you adore him too.

"LAND OF FALLING STARS is a love story that will make you laugh, cheer and cry not only does it highlight the story between two people she also brings back the haunting tale of a war that tore a country apart. Definitely a must read!!" Five Stars – RomFan Reviews

"Diablo writes in a surreal and reader-friendly tone, an eye for detail that transports the readers back in time with its descriptions, and laced with witty conversations that are amusing and entertaining. Strong, dynamic, and passionate characters develop well in a steady pace, despite second-guessing their own decisions." Book and Trailer Reviews

"Why?! Why did it have to end? It was soooo good! What a romantic story. Hell, I'm in love with Gavin too. No man has ever been more devoted to a woman. God! This book left me with such a good feeling. I loved it." Black Crowe, Amazon reader

Scorchingly hot. Stand-alone novel with no cliffhangers.

Monday, April 3, 2017

New Mexico 1884 Shootout! One Lawman Against 80 Cowboys!

Reserve, New Mexico

The Wild West was fraught with little known battles many have never heard of. One such gunfight went on for hours and took place in a small town called Reserve, New Mexico in 1884. 

A description of the battle is below where the lone gun man, Elfego Baca, is considered a regional hero, even today.

"I will show the Texans there is at least one Mexican in the county who is not afraid of an American Cowboy" - 1884

The Frisco shootout was an Old West gunfight that began on December 1, 1884, involving lawman Elfego Baca. The shootout happened in Reserve, New Mexico, and stemmed from Baca's arrest of a cowboy who had been shooting into the air and into buildings at random while intoxicated.

Shortly after the arrest was made, Baca was confronted by a large number of the cowboy's friends. Baca took refuge in the house of local resident Geronimo Armijo. An intense shootout ensued, during which the cowboys increased in number to around eighty men. Legend has it that the cowboys fired more than 4,000 rounds into the house, but there is little way of confirming just how many rounds were fired exactly. Baca was not wounded by any of the rounds fired, but did return fire killing four of the cowboys, and wounding eight others. The standoff ended when the cowboys were unable to acquire more ammunition. With their ammunition supply depleted, they simply withdrew. The fight had lasted thirty-six hours.

The cowboy that had been originally arrested by Baca served his time in jail for disturbing the peace and drunkenness, and was released. The cowboys pursued Baca through legal means, attempting to have him imprisoned for the killing of their four comrades. In May 1885, Baca was indicted for the killing of one of the men. However, when the door of Geronimo Armijo's house was introduced as evidence, having over four hundred bullet holes in it, Baca was acquitted. He went on to become a licensed attorney and a Deputy US Marshal.

Footnote: This singular battle has long served as a symbol for the power of the lone individual, standing up against overwhelming odds for what he or she happens to believe is right. 


Chasing the Dead, a western romance novel set in New Mexico in 1884, can be found in the anthology Come Love A Cowboy, II.

Also includes two novellas
Comes An Outlaw
Catherine's Cowboy