Friday, February 27, 2015

First Fight Friday: When We Dance by Alanna Lucas


Goats solve their differences head-on. They don’t give the silent treatment or yell, they butt heads, and then it’s over.

Cowboy Marvin has learned humans resolve issues differently especially those romantically involved. His curiosity sparked, he has invited authors to stop by on Fridays and share the first fight out of their latest book.






Author



Alanna Lucas 

        
           is here for ...



First Fight Friday 

with a scene from 


When We Dance

Miss Artemisia Germayne finds herself in the uncomfortable predicament of abandonment on her wedding day, embarrassed and humiliated.

Nigel Rochefort has always taken his good fortune for granted, so when the woman for whom he has a secret tendre is about to marry his friend, the only logical thing to do is break up the wedding. 

But that scandal is only the start.

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“My dear, I do not believe Mr. Chartwick intends to make an appearance today.”

All words were lost to the sea of emotions that boiled within and hot tears threatened to spill. Her hopes were shattered. What was she to do? How would she endure the gossip?

“I will make an announcement.” Her father placed his hand in the small of her back, guiding her toward the exterior double doors. Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, her father whispered, “Go on home with your mother.”

Artemisia watched her father enter the chapel filled with guests. His head held high in the face of yet another scandal. All heads turned his way in anticipation of an explanation. When her father passed the second to last pew, a confident blond head turned round, his eyes met her eyes. The self-righteousness in his stare inflamed her agony. Nigel shrugged one elegantly clad shoulder and gave her a lopsided scornful sneer of a smile that said I told you so.

In that moment, all of her excellent manners deserted her.

Instead of leaving the chapel, instead of finding comfort in the bosom of her family, instead of remaining calm, Artemisia sealed her fate as a hot-tempered spinster. Walking with determination, she entered the chapel and approached Nigel. He did not stand, nor speak a word, just continued to smirk at her.

The muscles in her hand tightened into a fist with an ache that screamed for release. She stared down at his perfect square jaw, focusing on her target. Ignoring common sense, she swung her arm with all her might.

When her fist hit his firm jaw, she stifled a cry of pain. Pursing her lips, she sucked in a deep breath, blinked away the tears and stormed out of the chapel, grabbing her bouquet of pink roses from her shocked mother. Instead of leaving to the sound of cheerful bells tolling, gasps and laughter were her wedding march.


Copyright © Alanna Lucas

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When We Dance by Alanna Lucas


 STEP BY STEP
Miss Artemisia Germayne is used to gossip. She is far from the ton’s version of an ideal beauty. Worse still, she cannot dance. 


But when she finds herself in the uncomfortable predicament of abandonment on her wedding day, embarrassed and humiliated she retreats to the country.


Nigel Rochefort, second son of the Earl of Monfort, has always taken his good fortune for granted, so when the woman for whom he has a secret tendre is about to marry his friend, the only 
logical thing to do is break up the wedding. 

But that scandal is only the start. 

The bride’s sister has also disappeared, and Nigel must first clear his name to assure Artemisia’s affections. As he gives chase, many truths are yet to be learned. This is no simple country dance or game of seduction but an unstoppable waltz of desire—and true love.



When We Dance 
is available on 
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Alanna's bio:

Alanna Lucas grew up in Southern California. From an early age, she took an interest in travel, incorporating those experiences into her writing. When she is not daydreaming of her next travel destination Alanna can be found researching, spending time with family, or going for long walks. Alanna Lucas is a member of the Romance Writers of America, East Valley Authors, The Beau Monde, and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers.


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Friday, February 20, 2015

First Fight Friday: Never Marry A Warlock by Marilyn Vix


Goats solve their differences head-on. They don’t give the silent treatment or yell, they butt heads, and then it’s over.

Cowboy Marvin has learned humans resolve issues differently especially those romantically involved. His curiosity sparked, he has invited authors to stop by on Fridays and share the first fight from one of their books.





Author  

Marilyn Vix

     
is here for ...





First Fight Friday 

with a scene from

Never Marry A Warlock
Novelette #1 in Beware of Warlocks Series

When Catherine walks in on her husband in bed with her best friend,
it helps that she is a witch.
Unfortunately, so is her husband. 

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My husband’s arms were wrapped around her naked body. The blankets were strewn and interwoven between their legs. He was spooning her with his biceps draped over her. I stood in the doorway taking in the scene of my husband and my best friend. It was the end of the world, at least for me. But I wasn’t going to take it lying down. I should have known better than to have married a warlock. 

I hit him with a force spell that knocked him up against the headboard. He fell back down and braced his hands out to catch his fall. Cassandra scrambled out of the bed, dragging the silk comforter with her. Bitch. She better get out of my way. She was next. 

Rich was naked as he sat up to look at me. Normally, the abs-flash trick would work. But not now. I was too pissed off. I knew what spells he used to look like that. It was easy to fool a mortal and ex-best friend on the floor. But not me. Thing is, we were too evenly matched. I think that was the problem. 

He threw a counter spell that lanced light through my arm, digging into the flesh as it tried to anchor and link me to him. I flicked out a removal spell that broke the connection, laced my hands together, and hit him with a burst of everything I had. He went flying backward, through the window into the pool. It was satisfying to watch. He tried to rise up and hover toward me, but I knocked him back in the water with another force spell. 

He yelled from the pool. His wavy, brown hair trenched with water. “Baby, we can talk it out. It’s just a moment of weakness. You’ve had them with mortals.” 

I’d drown him if he couldn’t breathe water. Blowing up the six-million-dollar house probably wouldn’t kill him either. Like I said, never marry a warlock. 

I shot another burst of energy, creating a field that pushed him under. He swam back up and came to the side, with both chiseled arms on the edge of the pool. His brown eyes tried to melt my insides. I wasn’t going to let him win again. 

I walked through the window ledge, broken glass crackling under my heels. “It’s over Rich. Just over. I’m done with playing the games, or sharing you with the next mortal you pick up. Really, when I said my vows, it was forsaking everyone. Including mortals.” 

“I haven’t touched another witch in ages, Catherine. Really. Scout’s honor.” 

I blasted him into the pool again. Rich came up from the bottom, laughing. He swam back to the side and got out. He walked toward me with glistening, rock-hard muscles. I fought down the attraction, along with the writhing anger. Maybe blowing him up was too good for him. Slow, painful death. Maybe. 

He walked up to me, his brown hair wet and slicked back, brown eyes mirroring the puppy I had as a kid. “It’s only good fun. Really, I haven’t been with another witch the entire year of our marriage.” 

“Which is now over.” I crossed my hands in finality. “I’m not renewing the yearly vow. It’s done.” With a final touch to his arm, I put a lock spell on him. He froze for a moment and grinned with a snarl. Rich vibrated and lines glowed on him as he tried to counter the spell. 

I knew it wouldn’t hold him for long. It was just my time to get away before he tried to kill me. Sweet-talking would only buy so much time before he’d retaliate. Like I said, we were evenly matched, and our marriage had been a good peace between us. Until now. 

I raced through the room, past the ex-friend mortal cringing under the comforter on the floor. I yelled to her, “You’re lucky I don’t have time for you.” I could see Cassandra’s blonde hair and blue eyes as she brought the blanket down to get a better look at me. “How did you do that?” she whimpered from under her tent city. 

“I’m a witch, you bitch.” But then I felt Rich’s energy building behind me, and knew I had to get out of there before he brought the house down on me. 

Copyright ©Marilyn Vix 
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Never Marry A Warlock by Marilyn Vix


Catherine walks in on her husband in bed with her best friend. What is a woman to do? It helps that she is a witch. Unfortunately, so is her husband. 


Before you can say spell battle, Catherine high tails it up the coast of California to clear her head. Lucky for her, she finds an 
Aussie hitchhiker. 


She'll have to face her soon to be ex-husband in a witch divorce, spell battle style. Can she have a little fun with her new found boy toy, 
or will he get scorched in the foreplay?

Never Marry A Warlock
Novelette #1 in Beware of Warlocks Series
is available on


Marilyn's bio: 

Marilyn is a debut paranormal romance novelist. She enjoys the characters that just don't fit in. From witches to time traveling researchers, she is letting her imagination soar to explore new worlds and write all the details down. Marilyn has traveled to Paris, London, Sydney, and Munich. She loves to include these in her settings. Best of all is letting her readers enjoy them through the perspective of a character. She currently lives in Northern California with her husband and cat. The cat, of course, is the center of attention.



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Monday, February 16, 2015

Written Fireside: Be Mine, Marshal (A Cold Spring Valentine Short Story) Schedule







Written Fireside: Be Mine, Marshal
A Cold Spring Valentine Short Story



Starts Feb. 3rd, 2014 
with new parts every Tuesday 












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