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Saturday, July 22, 2017

New Release with $10 Giveaway: Love at First Crepe by Heidi Renee Mason

HAPPY RELEASE DAY
Who knew a delicious crepe, a kung fu attack, and an unexpected love could create such mayhem?
Love At First Crepe
LOVE AT FIRST CREPE
Heidi Renee Mason
Genre: Humorous Romantic Mystery
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Publication Date: July 22, 2017
In Heidi Renee Mason's humorous romantic mystery, an easygoing chef soon discovers life can become complicated when you're falling in lust and foiling murder plots.
Born into the wealthy Simpson family, free-spirited, accident-prone Willow is determined to make her own way in life. Her greatest joy is her food truck, The Dancing Crêpe. Baking is her one true passion, and she is content to keep it that way. Love and romance have never been on her agenda, but she suddenly finds herself in the middle of a deliciously decadent love triangle. With two gorgeous men vying for her attention, she vows to keep her distance from both of them, but the tantalizing chemistry is hard to ignore.
Willow would be living the sweet life if it weren’t for her young, beautiful, gold-digging stepmother, Elizabeth, who is nothing but a nagging thorn in her side. She is determined to save her oblivious father from his bad choices, and hopes to add Elizabeth to the long line of ex-step-mothers. Unfortunately, it seems that someone wants to get rid of Willow instead. One crazy night changes everything, and Willow’s life is turned upside down. Between thwarting her own murder plot, keeping her divinely tasty admirers at bay, and trying to stay on the good side of her finicky cat, Omelet, Willow’s plate is full. With far too many cooks in the kitchen, will she be able to stay alive long enough to figure out who wants to kill her?

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Unfortunately, my sense of self-preservation seemed to be on vacation. I was completely frozen in fear, unable to move for what seemed like years. The giant didn’t move either, and I wondered why. Strangely enough, he seemed just as surprised as I was that he was in my living room. We looked at each other, his beady eyes visible through the holes of his ski mask. The synapses in my brain finally began to fire, and I jumped into action, kicking the intruder as hard as I could in the groin. He groaned in pain and clumsily took a swipe at me with the knife as he sank to his knees.
I rolled out of his path and jumped swiftly to my feet. Unfortunately, the maneuver didn’t work exactly as I planned. I lost my towel in the process and was startled to remember that I was completely naked underneath. My lack of clothing was the least of my worries. I had far bigger fish to fry.
I darted into the kitchen and ducked behind the counter. He rose slowly and lumbered toward me. Think, Willow, think!
The man was huge, larger than any human I’d ever seen. I made a quick mental note that his terrifying size might also work against him. Conversely, I was small and quick, and I was determined to use these things to my advantage. I didn’t have much else. As he drew close to me, I sprinted back into the living room. Until I figured out what to do next, I had to stay out of his way.
To be honest, I didn’t have much to offer in the strength department, and I fleetingly wished that I would have paid more attention to weight training at some point in my life. There was no time for regrets at that moment though, so I took quick stock of what I could use to fight back. There was a large paperweight on the table in the foyer. If I could get to that, I could smash him in the head with it. Of course, if I managed to get that far, I’d be better off running out the front door. I thought about my ballet classes and made a list of moves I could use for self-defense. Granted, it wasn’t much, but it was all I had.
A grand battement might do the trick. I could bring my foot right up to his face and take him out, with my toes perfectly pointed of course. Given his size though, I doubted if my foot would reach that far. I groaned, wishing I had some martial arts experience instead. Ballet wasn’t exactly famous for its self-defense tactics, but it would have to do. Rich girls weren’t brought up to fight intruders. That’s what Dad paid the bodyguards to do.
I jumped behind the couch, thankful that there was at least a large piece of furniture between me and the colossus. I was hopeful that one of my neighbors might overhear the altercation, although I knew that was a long shot. I could die there and no one would know until some unlucky neighbor smelled my rotting flesh from the hallway.

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About Heidi Renee Mason

Heidi Renee Mason
Heidi Renee Mason is an Ohio girl transplanted into the Pacific Northwest. She is a home schooling mom of three daughters, wife of one mail man, and a people-watching introvert who can be found hiding in the nearest corner. She is an Amazon International Best-selling author and writer of your next happily ever after.
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Thursday, July 20, 2017

New Release with $10 Giveaway: Lavender Fields by Natalina Reis

NEW BOOK RELEASE
Lavender Fields
LAVENDER FIELDS
Natalina Reis
Genre: MM Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Publication Date: July 15, 2017
One Angel To Bind You. One Angel To Save You.
Sky Heavensent, an angel of death, is charged with the collection of souls of the recently departed. Known to his peers and immediate supervisor, the archangel Gabriel, as the liability, Sky puts his heart and soul into everything he does.
When he meets Caleb Pierce, Sky is immediately smitten. The problem is Caleb is the soul he came to earth to harvest, and saving him means breaking one of the most sacred angelic directives.
Already in too deep, Sky pushes aside the consequences and follows his heart. Danger and mayhem follow, but he will do everything in his power to protect his lavender-eyed man.

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When I read Caleb’s name on my mission note, my heart had taken control over my brain. I flew the fastest I ever had to the site where he was to meet his demise, not quite sure of what I was about to do. In the end I didn’t hesitate. I saw his bike as it careened around the curve, heading straight for a semi truck driving the wrong way. Before I even realized what I was doing, I plunged down in front of the truck and swept Caleb off his bike just as it fell and slid sideways under the giant tires.
"What did you do that for?" Caleb asked, surprised. I pointed to where his bike was nothing but a pile of mangled metal. "Fuck! You…. I…. Was I the soul you came to harvest? Am I dead?"
I laughed. A nervous chuckle as reality began to sink in. I had just saved the soul I came to take away. "You’re not dead. I saved you."
Afraid of being spotted, I flew us into the first sheltered spot I could find and put him down gently.
"Are you supposed to do that?" His eyes were mesmerizing, and I found I couldn’t take mine off them. I nodded, incapable of uttering a sound. "I thought you were supposed to take my soul to—well, hopefully Heaven. Why did you save me?"
I should’ve just flown away and hoped for the best. Instead, I grabbed his T-shirt, pulled him closer to me, and kissed him. This had to be some kind of seraphic madness for which I was in no hurry to find the cure. Caleb didn’t fight me, raising his hands and threading his fingers through my curls while his tongue explored my mouth. Ambrosia. Pure, intoxicating ambrosia.
"This is madness." His breath caressed my lips, and I had to refrain from crushing him between my craving body and the wall behind him. "Am I dreaming, Sky? Hallucinating, maybe? You’re an angel. A real, honest-to-God angel."
In the back of my mind there was a foggy idea of his earlier statement about having met another angel before, but the slow burning in my gut quickly convinced my brain to ignore it and focus on the task at hand. My hands had become a force to be reckoned with, moving of their own accord beneath his T-shirt, eager to explore every detail of his body.
It was indeed madness. I had just saved my charge. There would be hell to pay.
With that last thought I came to an abrupt realization. I stopped my hands and detached my lips from his, breathless and suddenly anxious. I was in so much trouble. "As much as it pains me to say and do this, I have to go." I wanted to stay so badly. "I have to tell Gabriel what just happened. He’s not going to be happy."
My eyes locked with his and I was flying over those sweet scented fields again. My lips stretched into an uncontrollable smile.
"I don’t know why you did it, but thank you for saving me," he said, sunshine taking over his face. I may be the angel, but he shone as if enveloped in a halo. "When will I see you again?"
Could I stay and ignore the call of responsibility? I wanted to. God, did I want it. But I knew I couldn’t. Being an angel meant I wasn’t free to do as I pleased. My life was not my own, and if I stayed the Corps would find me one way or another. Easier to just go and face the music. At least Gabriel wouldn’t be able to accuse me of being a coward.
"Soon." I hope. I touched my lips briefly to his and then, unfurling my wings, I took off, heading upwards toward the clouds and the wrath of the angels.

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About Natalina Reis

Natalina Reis
Natalina wrote her first romance at the age of 13 in collaboration with her best friend. Since then she has ventured into other genres, but romance is first and foremost in almost everything she writes. She’s the author of We Will Always Have the Closet, Desert Jewel, Loved You Always, and Lavender Fields.
After earning a degree in tourism and foreign languages, she worked as a tourist guide in her native Portugal for a short time before moving to the United States. She lived in three continents and a few islands, and her knack for languages and linguistics led her to a master’s degree in education. She lives in Virginia where she’s taught English as a Second Language to elementary school children for more years than she cares to admit.
Natalina doesn’t believe you can have too many books or too much coffee. Art and dance make her happy and she is pretty sure she could survive on lobster and bananas alone. When she is not writing or stressing over lesson plans, she shares her life with her husband and two adult sons.
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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

New Release with $10 Giveaway: The Caretaker by Dahlia Donovan

NEW BOOK RELEASE
The Caretaker
THE CARETAKER
Dahlia Donovan
Series: The Sin Bin Book 2
Genre: MM
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Publication Date: July 8, 2017
Will age matter when love and lust become all consuming?
Nurse Freddie Whittle devotes every fibre of his being to his work with cancer patients. Their pain weighs heavily on his shoulders. Between losing clients, the expectations of his fathers, and bigot neighbours, he’s slowly reaching his breaking point.
Taine Afoa retires from a storied career as an international rugby star. He’s moved away from London for a change of pace, never expecting to meet a man who’s far too young for him. No matter how hard he tries, it’s impossible to get Freddie out of his mind.
Will Taine's resistance dissolve in time for him to give love the chance to flourish?
A wonderful story on acceptance, love and finding the one you are meant to be with and fighting for them. Of showing patience and kindness. A great second story in this series that has you laugh, smile and cry but most of all feel the love and acceptance from the characters towards one another.
- books are love, Goodreads Reviewer
Dahlia Donovan has written a beautiful story full of conflict, lust and love. If you like M/M or this is your first time, I would recommend this book, I found it a nice ice breaker into a whole new world of books for me.
- sarahe32, Goodreads Reviewer
Dahlia Donovan is quickly changing the way the genre is perceived and it’s a good thing because now more people will want to read this genre and find that it is as beautiful as any romance story out there.
- Emma, Goodreads Reviewer

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"Are you going to continue to stare at my lips whenever you look my direction?" Taine’s voice dropped down to a husky whisper. "If you are, why don’t you bring yours a little closer to mine? You’ll see them far better with your mouth than your eyes."
Cursing his exuberant and generally impulsive nature, Freddie leaned forward until their lips hovered a breath away from each other. One strong exhale could bring them close enough to qualify as a kiss. Taine didn’t move backwards or forwards; they both waited for the deadlock to be broken.
"Oh, why not," Freddie muttered impatiently. He surged forward, closing the distance. His lips smacked awkwardly to the left of Taine’s, which caused the man to chuckle. "Oh, coc y gath, sorry."
"Calm down." Taine caught Freddie’s chin in his hand and guided him closer. His mouth controlled the connection. They had to tilt to avoid their noses mashing uncomfortably. The former rugby player’s tongue darted across Freddie’s lips and pressed the advantage. He delved expertly into their true first touch. "Now that is a kiss."
"You should be ashamed."
Freddie jerked away from Taine and snapped around to find a woman in her sixties glaring at them—or at Taine specifically. "Pardon?"
"You should be ashamed.” She pointed a bony finger at Taine. “Corrupting a young teenager. Is that legal? I’ve half a mind to report you. Are you okay, young man? Did he force you away from your parents?"
"A teenager?" Freddie swallowed down an irrational burble of laughter. "I'm twenty-six years old."
"Oh. Oh, dear. I’m so sorry." She covered her mouth in obvious embarrassment. "You look so young. I just assumed. Carry on then, loves. Never you mind me. It’s always good to see someone enjoying the pleasures of life."
The two men stayed silent after accepting her apology. Freddie only dared to peek at Taine out of the corner of his eye once the woman had gone back to her seat. A clear mistake. It started with a snort, muffled quickly by his hand, but quickly dissolved into laughter anyway; it continued until their sides ached and they were gasping for air.
Freddie regained his composure just as the train pulled into Paddington station, forcing him to shelve any comments about the kiss. "Ready for the next stage of the journey?"

Other Books by Dahlia Donovan

Don't miss the other books in the The Sin Bin series:
The Wanderer
THE WANDERER
Series: The Sin Bin Book 1
Graham Hodson lives for adventure. His entire life revolves around his wanderlust. The last thing he expects is a diagnosis to ground his travel—permanently. Boyce “BC” Brooks screws up his dream of being a rugby team captain. He’s lost everything. Can they find stability when their world spins?
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This book will have you laughing so hard at the easy banter between these two then clutching your chest as the emotions threaten to boil over.
- ~lil maso~, Goodreads Reviewer

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About Dahlia Donovan

Dahlia Donovan
Dahlia Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books and video games.
Official website: http://dahliadonovan.com/
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Saturday, July 15, 2017

New Release with $10 Giveaway: Snow Blood Season 5 by Carol McKibben

HAPPY RELEASE DAY
As this beloved vampire series draws to a close with Season 5, discover the true fate that awaits Brogio and his loved ones.
Snow Blood Season 5
SNOW BLOOD SEASON 5
Carol McKibben
Series: Snow Blood Season 5
Genre: Paranormal
Publisher: Troll River Publications
Publication Date: July 15, 2017
Snow Blood Season 5 Brings the Adventures of Brogio, the First Vampire, and His Family to an End.
A devastating loss sets Snow Blood and his vampire family on a path to revenge. Determined to use whatever means necessary, Brogio’s kindred dog risks the endangerment and potential destruction of all he loves and most especially the love of his master’s life, Selene. Only a surprising intervention can save them from a tragic destiny as the mythological gods unite to destroy them.
As this beloved vampire series draws to a close with Season 5, discover the true fate that awaits Brogio and his loved ones.
Snow Blood Season 5 was a fast-paced, exciting conclusion to one of the best series of books from Carol Mckibben I've read.
- Rickey Morris, Goodreads Reviewer
This was such an interesting way to close Snow Blood's series! A truly well written and enjoyable series.
- Patricia Myers, Goodreads Reviewer

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Episode One
The Plan
Scrawny’s true death wrapped its cold, cruel fingers around me. Its grip remained relentless. How could I ever recover from the loss of my child? Even though I was surrounded by death and existed as an undead being, I had never experienced it like this. Each wolf that I had sired was a cherished family member.
I reflected on Brogio’s wisdom. My own sire and father of all vampires advised, “The reality, Snow Blood, is that you will grieve forever. You will not get over it. You will only learn to live with it. You will heal and rebuild yourself around your loss. You will be whole again, but never the same. You should not be, nor should you want to be.”
I looked into Nova’s blue eyes. She had stayed close to me in the days following Scrawny’s murder. My mate did everything she could to surround me with her warmth, even in her own sorrow. As we walked through the melting snow of a Nova Scotia morning on Brogio’s Wolfville Wine Estate, she nipped at my ear and ran out ahead of me, challenging me to chase her. She shook her gray-and-white fur seductively and put her front paws and face in the snow, her hind end stuck up, her tail wagging. I ignored her effort and looked up at the sky. The desire for revenge sliced through me like a silver arrow, deadly to my kind.
I would kill the one who had brought my family nothing but pain and despair. The Titan Hecate, goddess of all witches, would suffer as no other. She alone held the responsibility for my greatest loss. She had murdered Scrawny with pure malice. My family and I had once again thwarted her plans to spread evil throughout the world, and I had escaped her attempt to make me her familiar. She had executed her punishment for it.
I watched the sky and waited impatiently for darkness to overcome the light. My remaining pack—Nova, Chase, Fergus, Thor, Gaspar, and Joker—had the gift of daylight, bestowed on me by the goddess Artemis. We used that attribute to guard our human family—Brogio, his wife, Selene, and his first blood son, Kane. When night fell, they would arise, and I could discuss revenge with them.
I am a vampire dog. More than five years ago, I lay dying, accidentally hit by Brogio’s car. He turned me to save me. In this undead state, I have lived lifetimes and fought endless enemies to protect both my human and wolf families. I created my wolf kindred to help defend against the selfish gods, numerous vampire hunters and monsters, and finally Hecate. Scrawny, my second-in-command, held a special place in my heart. His hard-fought love and devotion had given me strength. That had to be defended.
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Other Books in the Snow Blood series

Don't miss the first four books in the Snow Blood series! Join the paranormal world of Brogio, the first vampire, as told through the eyes of his kindred dog, Snow Blood! The Snow Blood Series takes readers through the creation of the first vampire and how he saved a dying white husky to be his eternal companion. Together the two face a series of events that reveal sinister plots to destroy the father of all vampires and those he loves. Through it all, Snow Blood demonstrates the meaning of unconditional love and redemption.
Each book is available for 99 cents only at Amazon.com. Or get them FREE with Kindle Unlimited!
Snow Blood Season 1
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Snow Blood Season 2
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Snow Blood Season 3
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Snow Blood Season 4
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Contest runs from July 15 - 21, 2017.

About Carol McKibben

Carol McKibben
Carol McKibben was a magazine publisher for 20+ years. She has published Luke’s Tale, Riding Through It and the Snow Blood Vampire Mystery Thriller Series. Luke’s Tale and Snow Blood are targeted to a YA market. Luke’s Tale was included in the Summer Solstice Top 12 Book Pick List. Carol writes from the heart of a dog’s eyes. Her books help support her dog rescue efforts and focus on unconditional love. Carol, her labradoodle Neo, lab Thor and Siberian Husky Ty are currently working on new adventures. Go to http://www.carolmckibben.com or email carol@mckibben.com.
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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

New Release with $10 Giveaway: The Princesses of the Sea Box Set by M.L. Guida

HAPPY RELEASE DAY
Congratulations to Award Winning Author M.L. Guida on her latest book release!
For the FIRST time ever,
THREE fantastic paranormal romance novels in
ONE new, exciting collection
The Princesses of the Sea Box Set
THE PRINCESSES OF THE SEA
BOX SET
M.L. Guida
Series: Legends of the Soaring Phoenix
Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Buffalo Mountain Press
Publication Date: July 12, 2017
Never underestimate a water elemental
After their mother is murdered by pirates, three daughters of the King of the Undines have all sworn off pirates until the Soaring Phoenix sails into their lives and challenges their beliefs. Not all pirates are the same––especially vampire pirates.
In the first book, A Pirate's Obsession, Ronan MacMillain can win back his cut off his hand if he hands over the beautiful Angelica to the demon, but can he hand the woman he loves over to a demon?
In A Pirate's Bane, Isabella also possesses the powers of a siren, but is her song strong enough to melt a pirate's icy heart.
In A Pirate's Darkness, can an ice princess thaw a pirate's possessed heart?

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June 1671
Isle of Tortuga
The angry flames grew hotter and higher, casting eerie shadows in the witch’s parlor. A glistening of sweat slipped down the temples of Penelope’s face. She squirmed in a wooden chair, winding her shaking hands into the folds of her dress.
"Morgana, why are we calling upon the demon Natasa?"
Penelope had never met a demon, and the stories of the black-hearted demoness made her want to jump out of the chair and race out of the room. After her mother died, her father had told her that she was the key in protecting her people as long as she remained pure. Before she left to care for Angelica during her pregnancy, he had called her to his private chambers. His words echoed in his head.
"Penelope, your power is growing, and it will be strong enough to protect your people from the humans and the demons that hunt them––as long as you do not taint your soul."
Unfortunately, meeting with a demon would mean breaking the rule.
Morgana Fey opened an earthen jar with her gnarled hand and released the sweet smell of mint. "I told you, mon chère, because of my dreams. My dreams are never wrong." Her scratchy voice was strong and sent icy chills down Penelope's back.
Penelope absently toyed with the enchanted pearl necklace that dangled around her neck. Her father had given it to her. Each pearl reflected the state of her soul, and as long as they remained pure, her powers would grow.
"Morgana, I don’t think I should be around a demon," she said slowly.
The witch gave her a hard stare. "You cannot hide from your destiny."
Penelope lifted her head and repeated what her father had told her over and over again. "My destiny is to protect my people."
"I know what your father told you, but not even he can stop fate."
Chills flushed down her back, and she worried Morgana knew she’d fail like she did in everything else. Trying not to focus on her rising fear or self-doubt, Penelope changed the subject and painted a false smile. "That smells good. What is it?"
"'Tis Pennyroyal."
Penelope waited for Morgana to give her an explanation. Instead, she opened two more jars. The aroma of anise and green tomatoes filled the room. She mixed all three herbs, then took a handful and tossed it into the fire.
The flickering blaze changed colors from red to green to purple and highlighted Morgana’s white hair with a ray of rainbows. If Penelope wasn’t quaking so bad, she’d have thought ’twas beautiful.
Morgana coughed, her body shaking, then put her frail arm across her mouth.
Penelope picked up a pitcher and poured water into a goblet. "Morgana, here, drink this. Maybe we shouldn’t be dabbling in black magic." She trembled as she thought of her father’s fierce reprimand and disappointment if he knew they were calling forth a demon.

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About M.L. Guida

M.L. Guida
Award Winning ML Guida has been in love with the paranormal ever since she first watched Dark Shadows as a little girl. She still enjoys watching paranormal shows including A Haunting, The Haunted, Dead Files, and Supernatural. She's a Dean girl, BTW. She has a historical paranormal series called Legends of the Soaring Phoenix which are pirates that turn into vampires during every full moon. She also has a paranormal romantic suspense series called the Angels of Death which is angels are trying to stop a crafty demon from murdering people and taking their souls.
Official website: http://www.mlguida.com
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Saturday, July 8, 2017

Book Tour with Excerpt and $10 Giveaway: The Draig's Wife by Lisa Dawn Wadler

He’s given her no reason to like him,
but there are many reasons to marry him.
The Draig's Wife
THE DRAIG'S WIFE
Lisa Dawn Wadler
Series: Draig Series Book 3
Genre: Historical Romance, Scottish Romance, Medieval Romance, Time Travel
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Publication Date: May 31, 2017
A call for help transports Emma from her lonely world to medieval Scotland. Accepting her fate and opening her heart she finds the love of a father, a trusted friend, and a child who captures her heart, but the arrogant laird offends her at every turn.
Declan, Laird of the Draig, carries the heavy burden of protecting and providing for those of the clan. Faced with the possibility of losing his land, his title, and his daughter, he accepts his own fate—he must marry and his dreams must die. A marriage of convenience is his only option.
Intrigued by Emma’s courage and strength, Declan uses every trick in the book to have her by his side and in his bed. Will the laird’s responsibilities destroy them both?
Catch Lisa Dawn Wadler's featured interview on Happy Ever After, USA Today's Romance Blog

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Setup: #3 When all were afraid Declan would die from fever, Emma signed a marriage contract with him to provide safety for his young daughter, Mary. Now that he is once again healthy, Declan has to marry for real before sunset to keep his title and lands. He is attempting to sway Emma into remaining his wife, despite harsh words spoken and a lack of courtship.
Declan pulled back his shoulders and, with his head high, shifted his gaze to Cortland. “I wish to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.” Stunned to feel Cortland stiffen, she had no idea why Declan would make such a big deal about pretense. “I already agreed to keep this sham of a marriage going.” Seriously. What’s the big deal?
“The time for games has past. I need you to be my wife in all ways.” Every hair on the back of her neck stood at attention with Declan’s pronouncement. Cortland mumbled a curse into her hair. “While I happily claim Emma as my daughter and will do so as long as I draw breath, she is nay one I can or will command. You need to convince her. Then you will need to convince me that you are worthy of her.”
Rising from her perch on his lap, Emma stared down at Cortland. The moment of a quickie divorce had slid into something rolling out of control. “What exactly are we talking about?” She asked the question, afraid she already knew the answer.
“Simply stated daughter-of-my-heart, the laird needs a true wife. Nothing short of a real marriage will keep these lands safe. The question is whether you are willing.”
“No,” Emma blurted out. There was nothing to truly ponder. Flirting and drunk nights were one thing; a real marriage crossed all barriers even after a sleepless night wondering who Declan would marry, a night she had blamed on wanting to be with Mary only.
Declan sighed wearily. “Cortland, would you please leave? I wish to speak with Emma alone.”
Pale blue eyes fixed on her. “Again, the choice is yours. I can stay or wait outside the door.” Cortland made his offer and then turned to glare at Declan.
“You can go,” Emma said. “This won’t take long.” Cortland rose and kissed her cheek. She missed whatever it was he said to Declan, her mind too busy wondering what had happened to the morning she had planned. With little grace, she fell into the chair Cortland had vacated.
Hearing the door close, Emma turned and stared at Declan as his gaze locked on hers. “The answer is still no.”
“You have nay given me a chance to speak, wife,” Declan said softly. Reaching out to take her hand, he asked, “Is the thought so terrible?”
A calloused thumb traced her knuckles, and with the simple movement, she felt her pulse beat in her neck. Disgusted by her immediate reaction, she pulled her hand away. Despite her dancing hormones, she knew their marriage was no longer a simple matter of Mary’s safety. “I signed the contract to protect Mary. This is something completely different.”
“Aye, ‘tis something different,” Declan agreed. “I have two choices this day: marry you or one of the lasses in the village. The fate of my people rests with my being wed by nightfall.”
“This isn’t my responsibility.”
Declan stared at her at denial. He leaned over the table and cupped her cheek in his hand. “I bear the responsibility but would have you as my wife.” For just a moment, she was lost in the green gaze of his eyes and the gentleness of his touch, but she could also feel the ploy. “We can barely hold a conversation without arguing. I think I am simply in the right place at the right time.” While not completely true, over the last few days they had had plenty of non-argumentative conversations, but she knew she was convenient.
Declan released her face and laughed. “And what magic needed to happen for you to be in this place? You and I should have never met. I am centuries dead before you are even born. The fates have brought you to me.”
Emma shook her head at the ridiculous notion. “Save the sweet talk for the girl from the village. I know exactly what you need to make a real marriage. All you want is someone to bleed on your sheets. I may be stuck here in this time, but I am not here to be your sacrifice.”
He eyed her speculatively. “I was prepared to believe your claims, the ones you spoke in my bed last week. Tell me, wife, are you untouched?”
Emma scowled at him for daring to bring up the drunken night that haunted her dreams and more waking moments than she would ever admit. Again, she tried to remember exactly how that had had happened. The answer was brutal and embarrassing. A day of fear and pain, a night of too much alcohol, and a man whose kisses had been perfection. She refused to even think about his hands that knew exactly how and where to touch her.
“We can erase the regret,” Declan whispered as if he could read her mind, which was filled with images of his hands and mouth on her skin.
Hoping she only gasped from shock, she stared at the man who wore a confident grin, as if he knew she replayed the events of that night. Too bad I also remember the way he treated me when he believed Merrick’s lies. I need to be with someone who trusts me.
“What you need is a means to an end. That’s not how I plan on getting married.” Emma rose and, without a glance back, walked to the door. Knowing Declan followed, she added, “Marriage is supposed to mean something, not life and death for a clan. I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”
Her body stiffened when Declan closed in from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. A soft and gentle voice spoke against her ear. “It could mean something between us, you ken this as do I. You understand me as few do, and see both sides of me. You stand with no fear to face the laird, and I think you enjoy my company when my duties are put aside for the day.” With a soft kiss to her hair, he said, “So marry both of us, the man and the laird.”
“The fact that you think of yourself as two separate people is not helping.” She could feel his lips upturn against her hair. Reaching down, she tried to unwrap Declan’s arms. She couldn’t think with his body pressed against her. In a flash, she had a bit more understanding of how she had wound up in his bed. Her skin tingled and craved his touch even as her mind fought the innate attraction.
He chuckled as he tightened his hold on her. “I want you to remain my wife. The marriage being made valid and public is only the beginning. My uncle will nay leave and accept defeat. For this reason, I need a wife who is sharp-witted and able to see what I miss. That you are also proven in battle and able to keep Mary safe is no small matter. My wife needs to be more than willing flesh in my bed.” Declan paused long enough to rub his nose against her hair. “Though I do want you in my bed.”
Emma gasped as Declan pressed against her and the evidence of his arousal poked against the small of her back. Attempting to squirm away and failing miserably, she finally stilled. “Considering you have had more women than I have ever met in your bed, this is hardly flattering.” Intending an insult, Emma loathed that jealousy and hurt implied in her too soft tone.
“Dinna take to heart words spoken in fever and anger. While I have been with many, you are the only one who has ever been in my bed. That has great meaning.” Emma shivered as he kissed below her ear. “I would have you in my bed, wife.”
She uttered “no,” and Declan laughed. “Our false marriage must be real. Here I stand begging you to bed me, the cruel fate of too many husbands.”
Despite the situation, Emma laughed briefly and remembered too well everything else he had said. “We both know I am not what you want in bed so don’t try to make me believe I am anything more than convenient.”
His head leaned against hers, and she felt his sigh brush against her hair. “Those were but words spoken in a jealous rage. If you recall, there was only desire in my eyes when your bare skin filled my sights and the silk of your skin met my hands.”
Silently cursing the involuntary shiver than coursed through her, Emma attempted to deny it all. “That was too much whiskey.”
Tightening his hold, Declan’s breath tickled her ear. “I am happy to prove you wrong should you agree to wed me. For a lifetime of nights, I will prove my desire for you.”
Her body was far too relaxed in Declan’s hold. Plus, the quick “no” was taking far too long. As one of his hands meandered from her hip to her waist, Emma cursed the way her breathing sped up. The fact that his had also increased bothered her. Seeking a quick exit, Emma said, “Fine, you want me in bed. That’s just not enough for me.”
She could hear the smugness in his voice that whispered against her head. “I am a wealthy laird. Anything you wish will be made yours.”
Insulted beyond belief, Emma threw her elbow into his side and broke free from the hold. Pushing him away, she turned to glare at him. “I could care less about your money. You just proved why I shouldn’t marry you. Our values don’t even come close to matching.”
With an apologetic shrug, Declan said, “Forgive me. I have little experience with women who dinna seek reward, but you ken this.” His lips twitched while one eyebrow cocked up, a look that screamed hopeful to her. “Tell me what marriage means to you.”
Emma scowled at the man who waited patiently for an answer. “Honestly, it shouldn’t be that complicated. Marriage is supposed to be about love, family, shared goals, and dreams.” Surprised to see Declan’s gaze twinkle in delight, she added, “And it’s about commitment, and I don’t think that’s one of your strengths.”
His eyes searched her face for what she assumed was any sign of deception. She took a futile step back as he closed the distance between them. “I agree with what you want. A shared vision and family we already share in wee Mary. I think we could find a path that suits us both and forms a strong bond.” Declan tilted his head to the side and ran a solitary finger down her cheek, leaving her skin crackling in its wake. “I would nay lie to you with whispered words of love, but I do carry strong affection for you, along with respect. There has never been a woman since my mother I have respected. You think I will seek other women, and you are wrong.” Declan turned her body to face the enormous bed. “If I end each day with you in my bed, I will nay want for another.” He turned her back to face him, the motion and his adamant tone leaving her dizzy. “I dinna want some lass from the village with no spirit. I happen to enjoy arguing with you and the fire that burns in your eyes. So you have no doubts, I will confess the laird also desires you above all.”
Emma smacked the arms that held her lightly. “Neither one of you is funny.”
After giving her a teasing wink, his arms tightened around her back and forced her chest against his. Her hands landed against his solid chest as she squeaked in surprise. With his soft breath tickling her lips, he said, “Marry me this day, wife.”
“No” apparently did not work with the man. Emma attempted a different avenue of retreat. “I don’t know the first thing about running a keep and taking care of a clan. You need someone who can do that. We both know I wouldn’t last five minutes alone in this time.”
“For someone so strong and able, you give voice to foolish doubt. For days, you have been handling the matters within these walls. Meggie boasts of your cunning and skill in all the tasks you have touched. Besides, you will nay be alone, you will be with me.”
Emma closed her eyes with the sincerity in his voice and hated that he had touched on her worst fear—being alone. She made no effort to pull away or protest when his lips kissed her forehead, as if he knew how exposed she felt. Damn you, Declan, for knowing that and for baiting me with it.
“Marry me this day because a small part of you wants me or you would have left long ago. Marry me, and neither one of us will ever be alone again. Be my wife in all ways.”
If she had opened her eyes, she would have seen it coming, the kiss that should have been avoided at all costs. Instead, warm lips brushed against hers and momentarily banished fears aside and replaced them with promise.
“Marry me,” Declan whispered against her lips that still waited for more soft persuasion.

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Lisa Dawn Wadler
Lisa began writing after reading yet another romance novel where the heroine needed a man to rescue her from physical harm. While a firm believer in the strong alpha-male hero in any story, she wondered what would happen if that hero met a woman who was able to take care of herself physically. Using her several years of Tae Kwon Do training and mixing in time travel, her multi-award winning debut novel, The Draig’s Woman was born.
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Friday, July 7, 2017

Exclusive Interview with Tim Symonds, Author of Sherlock Holmes and the Mystery of Einstein's Daughter

Another adventure brings Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson face to face with Albert Einstein
Sherlock Holmes and the Mystery of Einstein's Daughter
SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE
MYSTERY OF EINSTEIN'S DAUGHTER
Tim Symonds
Genre: Mystery
Publisher: MX Publishing
Publication Date: January 13, 2014
The Dean of a Swiss university persuades Sherlock Holmes to investigate the background of a would-be lecturer. To Dr. Watson it seems a very humdrum commission - but who is the mysterious 'Lieserl'? How does her existence threaten the ambitions of the technical assistant level III in Room 86 at the Federal Patents Office in Berne by the name of Albert Einstein? The assignment plunges Holmes and Watson into unfathomable Serbia to solve one of the intractable mysteries of the 20th Century.
In Tim Symonds' previous detective novels, Sherlock Holmes and the Dead Boer At Scotney Castle and Sherlock Holmes And The Case Of The Bulgarian Codex the author based pivotal historic facts and a principal character on real life. So too in this new mystery.
“Einstein’s Daughter by Tim Symonds takes the reader back to the early years of the 20th Century. It is an enjoyable romp for both Sherlock Holmes fans and for history buffs. The story is based on a true fact of Albert Einstein’s life and it is interwoven with Sherlockian grace. There are many Holmes pastiches, but Symonds manages to find the true voice of Conan Doyle.”
- Yvonne Beltzer

About Tim Symonds

Tim Symonds was born in London, England, and grew up in Somerset, Dorset and the Channel Island of Guernsey, off the coast of Normandy. After spending his late teens farming in the Kenya Highlands and driving bulldozers along the Zambezi River, he moved to California and graduated Phi Beta Kappa from UCLA with an honours degree in Politics.
He lives in the ancient woodland known as the High Weald of Sussex, where the events recounted in Sherlock Holmes and The Dead Boer at Scotney Castle took place. His second novel, Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Bulgarian Codex (MX Publishing 2012), took Holmes and Watson into the very depths of the Balkans in 1900. Holmes and Watson were back in the region – Serbia - in Sherlock Holmes And The Mystery of Einstein’s Daughter (MX Publishing 2014), and not long afterwards in ‘Stamboul’ investigating a plot against the despotic Sultan, in Sherlock Holmes And The Sword of Osman (MX Publishing 2015).
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Exclusive Interview with Tim Symonds

  1. What was your inspiration in coming up with the plot for ‘The Mystery Of Einstein’s Daughter’
    I was on an airplane flying to Crete in the Eastern Mediterranean when the American passenger next to me passed across a copy of Time Magazine. It contained an intriguing feature by Frederic Golden on a girl-child fathered by Albert Einstein during Einstein’s student days in Switzerland. By the time Einstein died a half-century later he had gained the standing almost of a saint. Nobody imagined he had had an illegitimate daughter. Golden summed up the mystery with the words ‘Lieserl’s fate shadows the Einstein legend like some unsolved equation’. She remained the last and greatest mystery attached to Albert Einstein, he wrote.
    Intrigued I began to jot down ideas. Of course Sherlock Holmes would be the only person who could solve this mystery. The real Lieserl was born in Serbia and disappeared there about 21 months later. I had never packed Holmes and Watson off to Serbia but why not do so now? But how to contrive such an investigation? The date was right – Lieserl disappeared around September 1903. Holmes had retired by then to his bee farm but Watson and he were still very much in touch. There was a problem though. How on earth could I contrive a way to get Holmes out of quiet retirement in the South Downs? Then, one day, walking in the woods near my home in Sussex I hit on an idea. Berne University would take up a cunning prompt from Watson. The Rector would flatter the world-famous consulting detective with the offer of an Honorary Doctorate. That would get the pair as far as Switzerland. But how to get them down deep into the Balkans in 1905? A lot more of my walks in the nearby woods that winter and spring until one afternoon the idea sprang out of the trees. Watson would get Holmes to revisit the terrifying experience at the Reichenbach Falls where Holmes had sent the evil Professor Moriarty crashing to a grisly death. It would be at those infamous Falls the trigger would come which sent Holmes and Watson hurrying across the Danube to one of the most intriguing and unknown parts of Europe to solve one of the greatest human mysteries of the 20th Century…
  2. How long did it take you to write this book? What is the amount of research that went into writing it -- i.e. did you need to travel somewhere or interview someone?
    I’ve published five Sherlock Holmes novels, and not incidentally giving good old Watson really decent parts, far from Hollywood adaptations, in particular those where the character of Watson becomes a caricature. My first was ‘Sherlock Holmes And The Dead Boer At Scotney Castle’ and my most recent ‘Sherlock Holmes And The Nine-Dragon Sigil’ Each takes about a year to write. Each takes a quite staggering amount of research, some of which is retained in the story-line, a lot more hides away in the background or never sees the light of day. However fictional a tale may be, readers like to feel the details are accurate. That raging torrent of a waterfall does tumble down hundreds of feet, that 12,000-foot mountain pass in China really does exist. References to the original Sherlock Holmes stories must definitely be correct. If I said Watson had had his left ear shot off at the terrible Battle of Maiwand rather than Arthur Conan Doyle’s original description where ‘the Jezail bullet which I had brought back in one of my limbs as a relic of my Afghan campaign throbbed with dull persistence’ I would be consigned several layers down in Dante’s Inferno by Doyle’s millions of ardent fans. Travel is no longer a vital requirement to get details correct – the amazing content of search engines at the touch of the keyboard can transport me through space and time, making every day as informative as a college course. For ‘The Mystery Of Einstein’s Daughter’ I even revisited my notes from a Physics 10 course I took at UCLA to be sure I understood the importance of Einstein’s wonderful Relativity theories which he kindly published exactly when Holmes and Watson were down in Serbia seeking answers to the riddle of Lieserl.
    "Converted house where I have written my five Sherlock Holmes novels, tucked away in the depths of Sussex in an area well-known to Arthur Conan Doyle. That ridge beyond the house was set to be the final defence in World War Two against the German Army if Hitler’s forces had landed on England’s south coast and were heading up towards London." - Tim Symonds
  3. Any favorite quote or scene from the book?
    My favourite bit in 'The Mystery Of Einstein's Daughter' is where Watson accompanies Holmes to report back on the suitability of the young Albert Einstein for a post at an eminent Swiss university. They have been checking in deepest Serbia on certain rumours about a mysterious infant known only as 'Lieserl'. Watson knows that Holmes has uncovered some very disquieting things which will scupper any chance Einstein has of employment at such a conservative Swiss university. Now they are back in Berne to inform the Rector. Unknown to Holmes and Watson, in their absence in Serbia, the brilliant young Albert Einstein has just revealed his remarkable theories including E=MC². I wrote:
    'We were waved to a comfortable Shenzhen sofa. Our hosts seated themselves in arm-chairs facing us. The Rector beamed from ear to ear.
    He continued, ‘I presume Professor Sobel here has given you the news? Most remarkable, most remarkable. Who would ever have thought it – except our friend here and me, of course,’ he laughed, tapping his colleague’s shoulder. ‘The implications are immense. Isaac Newton will topple off his plinth. The focal point of physics will fly away from your Cambridge University and alight here at Berne. At our University.’
    It was clear the Rector had put to one side the scarcely-veiled anti-Semitism and aversion to the flamboyant and rebellious young Swabian.
    ‘Now all that remains is for you to give us the results of your investigation. Have you uncovered any skeletons in his cupboard?’ at which query he and the professor broke into loud, almost raucous laughter.
    Holmes placed his fingers together as he always did when poised to deliver his verdict on a matter of consequence.
    I braced myself. I felt sick. ‘Get on with it, Holmes,’ I urged him silently. ‘Tell them the wretched news and let’s clear out of here.’
    My comrade stared in prolonged silence at the two men before us. Their bright smiles began to fade into expressions of concern and bewilderment. Finally Holmes commenced.
    ‘As you say, Dr. Watson and I have returned from conducting a confidential enquiry in the Balkans.’
    Our hosts nodded eagerly.
    ‘We were charged by Professor Eli Sobel here with the investigation of two notes delivered anonymously to you, Sir,’ he said, looking directly at the Rector.
    ‘Yes, yes,’ came a joint response.
    ‘The first note referred to a Swabian by the name of A. Einstein and to a Lieserl. The second note simply stated “Titel”.’
    The two heads nodded vigorously.
    ‘Both notes,’ Holmes went on, ‘were written on cartridge paper in red ink by an anonymous and disturbing hand. My interpretation of the word “Titel” combined with the type of paper and Mileva Einstein’s place of birth led us to spend some weeks in the Kingdom of Serbia.’
    By now I had been brought to a pitch of exasperation. For Heaven’s sake, Holmes, stop footling, I begged under my breath. Tell them.'
  4. What do you enjoy doing on your spare time? Do these activities shape the books or characters that your write?
    There is one vast region of the world and one hobby which have as yet not come into any of my novels and I’m not sure how to bring them in. The first is that when I was sixteen I left my home in the British Channel Island of Guernsey and went to work on a 20,000 acre sheep farm high up on the volcanic grasslands of Mount Kenya. In those days East Africa was truly a natural wonderland. Lions, giraffe, cape buffalo, wild boar and elephants were everywhere. Even taking a land-rover and checking the umpteen miles of fencing designed to safeguard the sheep risked a confrontation with an angry rhinoceros – after it had broken straight through the perimeter fencing. The years I spent in East and Central Africa, from the Serengeti to the Zambezi River, were the most adventurous of my life, just as the time I spent in California at UCLA were the most educational in formal terms. Friends keep telling me I should use my ‘hinterland’ in sub-Saharan Africa, taking something dramatic from real life such as when I was nearly trampled to death by a herd of cow-elephants in the Mount Kenya bamboo forest. So I did so, very briefly, in ‘Sherlock Holmes And The Nine-Dragon Sigil’. Watson is so unnerved by the fraught and dangerous atmosphere of Peking’s Forbidden City he has a nightmare. This is how I described it:
    ‘Suddenly I was in darkest Africa, machete in hand, hacking at vegetation in a jungle so dense I could barely make out the ground four feet in front of me. Beneath my feet maidenhair ferns grew out of the drenched black leaf-mould. At every step heavy drops of water fell from grey beards of lichen above my head. Exhaustion and panic were setting in. I knew I was hours from potable water and a degree of safety. A cow-herd of elephants with calves was dangerously near. I heard a terrifying trumpeting. They had picked up my scent. The ground shook like a cavalry charge at Waterloo. The machete disappeared, to be replaced by a Gew 98 bolt action Mauser. I fired blindly, shot after shot, the internal magazine somehow reloading itself, yet still the cow-herd came surging forward. The sturdy trees I hoped would provide protection transformed themselves into soaring bamboo ten yards high, bending like a crashing wave as the screaming pachyderms swept down on me. I threw myself to the earth, waiting for my doom.
    Instead of rampaging elephants a most hideous creature burst out of the bamboo, bloated in appearance, purplish in colour. It ran at me simian-like on two legs and the knuckles of one hand. It was Stamford, the dresser from Barts Hospital many years ago. Blood seeped from mouth and nose. Only his left eye was sighted, the other socket empty, its eyeball dangling five inches below, still attached to the optic nerve. He hurled himself at me mouthing words in a strange language. In terror I turned the rifle on him, firing from the hip.
    The rat-tat of the Mauser turned into a sharp knocking. A familiar voice said, ‘I hope I’m not inconveniencing you, Watson, but I have a question.’
    I have as yet not worked out how to bring into a novel a hobby which takes me out in all British weathers to fields and woodland, namely searching for buried treasure with a metal-detector though there’s no reason to believe Sherlock Holmes would be unaware of the device. As Wikipedia points out, ‘Alexander Graham Bell developed a device to attempt to locate a bullet lodged in the chest of American President James Garfield in 1881; the metal detector worked correctly but the attempt was unsuccessful because the metal coil spring bed Garfield was lying on confused the detector.’
    The modern metal detectors date back to the 1920s when Holmes and Watson were still very much alive. In my case, spending umpteen hours slowly traversing the ancient fields of Sussex paid off. I dug up a Roman greyware pot placed about a foot underground by someone 1,800 years ago who never came back for it. It contained nearly 3000 3rd Century silver coins. They have been archived and cleaned by the British Museum and are now in the famous Pavilion Museum in Brighton.
  5. If there is one thing you can tell readers on why they should pick up ‘Sherlock Holmes And The Mystery of Einstein’s Daughter’, what would it be?
    To become engaged in what remains a mystery in the great Physicist’s life that may never be solved, even after the riddle of Dark Matter or Black Holes has been settled! Imagine, years after Einstein’s first wife died, the Serbian mathematician Mileva Marić, and years after Einstein himself died in Princeton, a yellowing bundle of letters exchanged by them in their courting days was discovered in the attic of a house in California. Three or four of the letters referred to a ‘Lieserl’ – the name may have just been made up between Mileva and Albert, and not an infant’s real name. After those few references in 1903 a silence the equal of the vacuum of outer space descended. What happened to ‘Lieserl’? When and how did she die? Where is she buried? Investigators by the score have repeatedly gone to villages where Mileva and her family lived, in Titel and especially Novi Sad.
    Incidentally, I’m not the only person in the world who believes that Einstein would not have become Einstein without the mathematical skills let alone the material and psychological support contributed by Mileva. I get my revenge on those who angrily refute that Mileva had any role in formulating the amazing formula E=MC² by having Mileva suggest a mass–energy equivalence in a letter she wrote to him when she was pining for him in Novi Sad and he in Berne. I hope after reading ‘Einstein’s Daughter’ lots of people will get on their bikes (or airplanes) and go to Novi Sad and see if they can uncover this great mystery.
Thank you for your time, and for granting me to host such a wonderful interview. I wish you much success on your latest book.

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