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 
Amazon ~ Nook ~ Boroughs    



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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Saturday, February 14, 2015

Saturday Spotlight:Outback in Stilettos by Ann B Harrison



The most popular soap on television hangs in the balance because Delilah Connors has lost her mojo. Her agent decides she needs a break. 

Delilah disagrees but when her agent says jump, she jumps! 

She heads for the outback on a bus tour from hell. The coach smells, her seating partner is an octopus and the road leads nowhere she wants to go. 

It’s all too much.

She grabs her bags and hits the track. 

The trouble is the track leads to two small children and a widowed farmer. The kids are cute but not cute enough to compensate for an archaic kitchen and the filthy flies. 

Just when she’s getting the hang of the outback, the flies and that sexy farmer she’s summoned back to the big smoke. 

Blake makes a last ditch attempt to plead his case but amongst the glitter and glamour of the Sydney film elite, he is way out of his depth.



Outback in Stilettos 
is available on

Amazon



Don't forget to check out Ann's First Fight Friday

First Fight Friday: From the Outback





Ann swears she was born with a book in her hands and has never put it down. A lifelong love of reader has finally culminated in achieving her dream of writing...and publication.

She lives in the beautiful Hunter Valley with her own handsome hero of many years. Ann has always loved the ups and downs of life in small communities and she shares this with readers in her rural romances.



Strong sexy heroines with a good dash of sass thrown in feature in her stories. Of course these women need an equally strong hero. Bring on the outback hero and watch the passion ignite.

When not writing Ann enjoys reading, gardening, walking her very large dog Hugo and fighting with her computer.





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Friday, February 13, 2015

First Fight Friday: A Moment to Love (A Whistle Stop Romance, book 1) by Jennifer Faye


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  

Jennifer Faye


     is here for ...




First Fight Friday 

with a scene from


A Moment to Love
Whistle Stop Romance, book 1
A brand new series launching this month!


Alexis Greer has just arrived in the small town of
Whistle Stop where anything can and most likely will happen...

Alexis has always been a little superstitious. She especially believed the adage that bad things come in threes. At last count, she'd incurred two unfortunate events. She was due for one more bit of bad luck...
and she has just approached Cord Lawson, Whistle Stop’s notorious cowboy, about purchasing a large portion of his ranch.

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“Yesterday at the store you knew who I was, but you didn’t let on.” Cord’s narrowed gaze held hers. “You make me wonder what you’re really up to.”

Gone was the kind, thoughtful cowboy who’d teased Alexis about her craving for chocolate and who’d taken time out of his day to show her his impressive stallion. She narrowed her gaze in on him. She just couldn’t make up her mind about him.

She glanced away, breaking their connection. “I didn’t know who you were at first. It wasn’t until we were on the sidewalk that I heard the ghost town mentioned and put two and two together. I tried inviting you to dinner to explain things, but you shot down my offer, more than once.”

He glowered at her. “You should have said something as soon as you realized who I was.”

No matter what she said now, he’d take exception to it. He was definitely in no frame of mind to be receptive to her plans. Time to back off and let him absorb her offer. “I’m simply offering you what no one else has, the full asking price for the land.”

“And you haven’t denied that there’s something you’re hiding from me.”

She crossed her arms, not about to be bullied into an admission. She was tired of men who thought she should cave in to their demands. First, her father and then her ex-fiancĂ©. And look where that had gotten her—her father didn’t believe she was capable of running HSG without him, and her ex had had the nerve to replace her without even bothering to tell her that they were over. Well, things would be different with Cord. Of that she was certain.

She straightened her shoulders and tilted her chin upward, meeting the cowboy’s hard stare. She refused to let him intimidate her. He’d get his answers, but not like this. Past experience had taught her that sometimes the two negotiating parties needed to part company mid-negotiation. The downtime allowed common sense to settle in before they met again and tried to resolve any lingering issues. That’s exactly what was needed here—a chance for Cord to cool down.

“You need me,” she said, knowing about his financial bind. “And when you come to that conclusion, you can reach me at the motel in town. Good day, Mr. Lawson.”

Alexis lowered her sunglasses to the bridge of her nose. Without another word, she marched down the steps. She could feel Cord’s glare poking her in the back, but she refused to acknowledge him.

Had she made the right move? Or had she taken too hard of an edge with him? Was she walking away from her only opportunity to successfully complete this project? She envisioned how the news of her failure would send her father’s heart rate soaring through the roof. Her stomach churned. She’d already come too close to losing him. She’d do her best to keep it from happening again.

The knowledge that the contrary cowboy couldn’t afford to be egotistical for long gave her some peace of mind. Soon, reality would settle in, and then the stubborn Mr. Cord Lawson would be more agreeable to her terms.

And if not…she was working on a backup plan.


Copyright © Jennifer Faye

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A Moment to Love by Jennifer Faye

Welcome to Whistle Stop...
where anything can and most likely will happen.

The notorious cowboy meets his match...

Cord Lawson instantly distrusted the young woman in a smart suit who'd just arrived in Whistle Stop. She was very pretty and clearly a city girl--but with memories of his failed marriage still darkening his mind, he's determined to steer clear! 

But she's sniffing around his land--land that has been in his family for generations. There was no way he'd let it go--even if the bank was threatening to foreclose, and even if selling could give Whistle Stop a new lease on life. 

Alexis Greer had one mission--close the deal on the Lawson ranch; without it, her father's land development company would go bankrupt. But the word around town is to keep clear of Cord and to stay away from his precious land.

What had happened to cause such a handsome cowboy to live such a solitary existence? 

However, determination was Lexi's middle name. She just had to keep on trying to breach Cord's barriers, to appeal somehow to his head and heart--even if it put her in danger of losing both of hers...to him. 


A Moment to Love
is available on 
Amazon ~ Amazon UK Kobo Nook iTunes


Jennifer's Bio:

Award-winning author, Jennifer Faye pens fun, heartwarming romances. Step into the pages of exciting destinations with rugged cowboys, sexy tycoons & enchanting royalty. Jennifer has won the RT Book Reviews Reviewers' Choice Award, named a TOP PICK author, and been nominated for numerous awards. Now living her dream, she resides with her patient husband, amazing daughter (the other remarkable daughter is off chasing her own dreams) and two spoiled cats. 

Jennifer loves to hear from readers—you can contact her via her website.


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Friday, February 6, 2015

First Fight Friday: The Doom Guardian by Julie Ann Dawson


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  

Julie Ann Dawson


     is here for ...




First Fight Friday 

with a scene from


The Doom Guardian

Cursed in life.   Damned in death.

The only person capable of stopping a terrible prophecy, 
is the one born to fulfill it.

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A thick grey haze blurred her vision, but Nadia could still vaguely make out the woman’s form. She was tied down to the massive stone altar, screaming the scream of a woman about to give birth to some hellspawn from the deepest pits of the lower planes. Four figures in dark red robes surrounded her, not offering assistance or assurances, but chanting some dread incantations to further add to the expectant mother’s torment.

The smell of uterine blood and incense invaded Nadia’s nostrils, leaving a foul feeling in her gut. Every ounce of her being wanted to rush over and stop the chanting. Her muscled ached to push forward and cut the creature from the woman’s womb before it had a chance to breath. But instead she remained paralyzed as the helpless woman let out one last howl of pain. Through the haze, Nadia saw a small, clawed fist burst up through the stomach, splattering blood over the dying woman and her captors.

Nadia awoke with a jolt.

She looked down at her own hands and willed them to stop shaking. She picked at non-existent dirt under her nails for a moment to distract her mind. She examined her nails and decided she needed to trim them again. They were starting to obtain the length where the discoloring set in and they would begin to thicken. That just would not do.

She peeked out the window. On the horizon, the night sky was just beginning to give way to the deep purple colors of the coming dawn. She reached for the water pitcher next to her bed, but stopped short of actually pouring herself a drink as the sound of someone tampering with the door’s lock grabbed her attention. She sighed quietly and lay back down, pretending to sleep.

The door opened silently. A mortal’s ears would not have even heard the assassins enter the room. But Nadia could count the number of assailants by the sound of their footsteps. Galenen’s Temple must have received a large donation to send three after her this time.

The assailants moved like ghosts toward her bed. Nadia heard their daggers unsheathe. She felt the breath of one of the assassins on her cheek.

With unnatural speed, Nadia grabbed the first assassin by the throat with her left hand and threw him head first into the wall. The force cracked both his skull and the wooden panels. She swung her right leg across her body and kicked the second assassin squarely in the chest, sending him slamming into the small dresser on the other side of the room. The third assassin, standing at the foot of the bed, aimed his small hand crossbow at her and fired. Nadia rolled off of the bed as the bolt connected with the headboard. The impact caused the tip of the bolt to explode into a sulfur cloud.

“Well, that’s a new trick,” said Nadia as she pulled her bastard sword, Doom’s Touch, out from under the bed. “It is nice to see Galenen has inspired you with some ingenuity.”

The second assassin pulled himself up and drew his short sword, an enchanted weapon that sparked with small bolts of electricity. He lunged forward, swinging in an upward motion. Nadia parried his attack with her own blade. The third assassin fired again, this time at the back of Nadia’s knee. She jumped to dodge the bolt, but the cramped quarters provided inadequate space to move. The bolt grazed the side of her leg instead, and the exploding sulfur burned her flesh.

Nadia grabbed the hilt of Doom’s Touch in both hands, and with a loud growl swung the blade around her in a single fluid motion. She caught both assassins across the chest with the move, cutting straight through their thin leather armor until blade hit bone. They both collapsed before her.

Nadia sat on the bed, waiting for the heavy footsteps in the hallway to reach the room. She looked up at the stunned guardsmen who entered, swords drawn and ready for…something. From the confused looks on their faces, she wasn’t exactly sure what they were ready for.

As they stood there for a moment with their jaws agape, Nadia began to search the bodies. She found a small coin pouch on the body of the first assassin, and without looking inside threw it to the guards. “Give that to the innkeeper,” she mumbled as she used the now bloody comforter from the bed to clean her blade. “It should cover the damages these fools caused.”

“What happened here?” asked one of the guardsmen as he tried desperately to appear in control of the situation.

“What do you think happened here?” replied Nadia as she continued searching the dead bodies.

“Now see here, miss,” began the second guardsman. “Stop rifling through the dead’s possessions and answer the question.”

Nadia stood slowly and turned to the guards. She unbuttoned the first two buttons of her nightshirt, forcing the two guardsmen to fight back the urge to smile. The potential smiles vanished, however, when Nadia pulled back the nightshirt enough to reveal the silver and dioptase Medallion of Nadru, God of the Dead. “I shall rifle through the belongings of the dead as I see fit,” she said.

The guardsmen looked at each other, silently considering what to do next. Nadia pulled a ring off of the finger of the first assassin. The ring bore the etchings of a skull and dagger, the symbol of Galenen, God of Assassins. She tossed it at the bewildered guards. One of the guards caught it, but upon realizing what it was quickly placed it on the small table next to him.

“These men were assassins of the Order. They failed in their duties. Now leave me be so I may say the prayers over them that Galenen will receive their souls and pass his judgment on them.”

“Our apologies, Madame…we did not…”

“Enough. Just go.” Nadia waved them off. The guardsmen turned to leave.

“Wait,” said Nadia. The guardsmen froze. “Send a message to the Crypt Keepers. When I am through, they shall need to claim the bodies.”

The guardsmen nodded and quickly exited the room, closing the door behind them.

Nadia shook her head. Even city guards and hardened soldiers were slow to question the work of Nadru’s Doom Guardians for fear of the God of the Dead somehow seeking retribution. Nadia stripped the bodies of everything but their undergarments and shoved it all into her backpack. The armor was bloodied and useless now, but perhaps she could sell it as scrap leather. The Crypt Keepers attended to her basic living needs, but she had special dietary requirements that required actual coin. The Crypt Keepers were loathe to provider her with too many live pigs or goats. There were those that considered the whole practice unseemly.

She removed a small dish, vial of holy water, and a pinch of ash from a rowan tree from her belt pouch. She blended the ash and water together, then dipped the tips of her fingers into it. The concoction burned her fingers, and she grinded her teeth to suffer through the rite.

“May your journey to your final judgment be safe,” she said as she painted Nadru’s symbol on each forehead. “And may the defilements of the damned lay no hand upon your body or soul. Pass on to your reward, never to return.”

She sat on the ground among the dead, contemplating the absurdity of the whole situation as she bandaged her burnt leg. The commoners would marvel at her faith and dedication, insuring that even her own would-be assassins were not subjected to the work of the Necromancers or accosted by demons on their journey into the afterlife. But Simon would scold her again; because she knew full well that Galenen’s Temple would have paid for their resurrection as they died in the Order’s service. And the Last Rites prevented possession by demons, defilement by the Necromancers and honest resurrection.

But she needed to amuse herself somehow.

She reached into the backpack and pulled out one of the assassin’s coin purses. She opened it to see a few gold coins and a silver and ruby necklace. She left it on the chest of one of the bodies, along with a note to the Crypt Keepers to handle the burial with the funds. She packed up the rest of her belongings quickly. As she exited the room, she turned to the small table and retrieved the ring. Simon would want it back.

Copyright © Julie Ann Dawson
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The Doom Guardian by Julie Ann Dawson


Cursed in life.


Damned in death.


The only person capable of stopping a terrible prophecy, is the one born to fulfill it.



Nadia Gareth knows all too well the evil of the Necromancers. Born a dhampir as a result of their experiments, she now uses her cursed gifts to wage war against them. But all of her power may not be enough to hold back the undead hordes waiting for the Spirit Wall to fall.



The Doom Guardian
is available on 
Amazon ~ Nook Smashwords



Julie's Bio:

Julie Ann Dawson is an author, editor, publisher, RPG designer, and advocate for writers who may occasionally require the services of someone with access to Force Lightning (and in case it was not obvious, a bit of a geek).

Her work has appeared in a variety of print and digital media, including such diverse publications as the New Jersey Review of Literature, Lucidity, Black Bough, Poetry Magazine, Gareth Blackmore's Unusual Tales, Demonground, The Philadelphia Inquirer, and others.

In 2002 she started her own publishing company, Bards and Sages. The company has gone from having two titles to over one hundred titles between their print and digital products. The company also sponsors the annual eFestival of Words Virtual Book Fair, held every August.

In 2009, she launched the Bards and Sages Quarterly, a literary journal of speculative fiction. Since 2012, she has served as a judge for the IBPA's Benjamin Franklin Awards.



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