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Hearts Of Valor
The Promise by London Saint James

The year Veronica turned twenty-two changed her life. She graduated from San Diego State University, married the handsome Lieutenant Carter Weis—widowed six months after the happy nuptials.

Captain Quinn Alstrom of the U.S. Coast Guard was eager to start his newest post; however the excitement had nothing to do with the beautiful surroundings of Key West, and everything to do with his best friend’s wife.

Will Quinn’s surprise arrival in Veronica’s life re-spark the fire in the vivacious woman he remembered? Or, will the memory of her fallen husband stop the two of them from finding happiness?
A Manly Man by Jean Young

Confederate POW, Braxton Bolton, had an unexpected visitor the day before his execution, when Arabella Anderson walked into his jail cell and, in front of other POWs, kissed him until he shook with desire.

Two years prior, she had been the Lieutenant Colonel’s prisoner. While she was tortured and raped by the other Confederate soldiers, Bolton was different. He protected her from further suffering, and the grateful young woman had come to repay his kindness. While they became more and more intimate, she learned the story behind his kindness.

But what she learned while with her hero POW, turns the sweet girl into a fearsome warrior. One determined to save the soldier with a noble heart.
Hero of Her Heart by S.L. Hughson

Nicole Taylor has loved Vincent for years. Now he’s back from serving in the Army, and she’s determined to make him see her as something other than a little sister.

After a heated Valentine’s date, Nicole is confused by Vince’s withdrawal. She confronts him, but no matter how hot their physical attraction, he keeps backing away.

Nicole helps him follow his lifelong dreams but he drifts further from her happily-ever-after plans. What will it take for him to see he is truly the hero of her heart?
Feathers by T. E. Hodden

Kerry only wanted to do right by Christopher. To protect him from the whispers of ‘coward’ and the shame of a white feather.

But the war doesn’t look like a grand adventure any more. All Kerry wants is Chris home safe. But will he still be the same man she once knew?
Goin’ Home by Philip Lisagor

How will Jack be able to put Iraq behind him and return home to Leah and their two children? The green peaceful coast of Ireland is the perfect landing zone from the brown violent landscape of Mesopotamia. Jack is humping his ruck along the North Atlantic coast when a chance encounter with an Irish maiden turns him all around and he hears the voice of Leah in a magical moment calling him home.

Author Interview–Linda O. Johnston

Today I’m chatting with an author friend from my Orange County RWA chapter.

Tell us a bit about you and your background.

I’m a transactional attorney by background, but am officially inactive in my legal career.  I’ve always written but started writing fiction seriously while practicing law, and am now a full-time novelist.

What’s the logline that describes your writing?

It’s not exactly a logline, but my favorite quote is “Reality is for those who lack imagination.”
What are your hobbies away from the computer?

You mean there is life away from the computer?  Oh, yes, how could I forget?  My dogs tend to take up any time I’m not on the computer and also interrupt me a lot while I’m there.

Have you traveled to any locations that appear in your books?

My two earlier mystery series both took place in LA’s San Fernando Valley, where I live.  Alpha Force, the covert military unit in my Harlequin Nocturnes, is headquartered on Maryland’s Eastern Shore, and I’ve been there, as well as to some of the places where the stories occur, such as western Canada.  I’ve had some books take place in Alaska and England, and I’ve visited there.  My two newest mystery series take place in fictional Southern California towns which I would love to visit, especially Destiny, California, which is all about superstitions.

Do you write in a genre other than the one of this release?

Yes.  CANADIAN WOLF is the seventh in my Alpha Force miniseries for Harlequin Nocturne, a paranormal romance, and it is a September 2015 release.  KNOCK ON WOOD, the second Superstition Mystery, will be published in October 2015.  I additionally write the Barkery & Biscuits Mysteries as well as another miniseries for Harlequin Romantic Suspense.  Did you add them up?  I’m now writing four series concurrently!

Are you a pet person? If so, what do you have?

Absolutely!  I’m all about pets.  All of my cozy mystery series have dogs in them as well as, sometimes, other pets.  I even write about canines and other animals in my romances since I write the Alpha Force miniseries for Harlequin’s paranormal Nocturne series, all about a covert military unit of shapeshifters!

I’m owned by Cavalier King Charles Spaniels, who have me a lot better trained than I’ve trained them.

What do you hope readers gain from your stories?

I hope my readers enjoy what I write–and perhaps learn a little, too.   Not that I can tell them a whole lot about shapeshifters–only those in the world I’ve created.  I’ve had a lot of fun researching superstitions for my Superstition Mysteries, though, and hope those who read them find new ways of increasing their good luck!

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CANADIAN WOLF, an Alpha Force Harlequin Nocturne

He’s the one man she can never trust…

Sergeant Major Owen Dewirter lives every day with the guilt of having let a shifter hurt one of his own.  Now he’s being forced to work beside Alpha Force newcomer Selena to train a new covert unit of shifters for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and stop a rash of serial kidnappings.  Can Owen ignore his prejudices–and his fantasies–about this sexy new partner and do his job?

When their passion ignites in the remote Canadian woods, the tension between Owen and Selena puts the joint mission in jeopardy.  Can they learn to trust each other while tracking the enemy?  Or will a cunning foe lure them into a dark and deadly endgame?

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linda o johnston headshot 1Linda O. Johnston, a former lawyer who is now a full-time writer, currently writes two mystery series for Midnight Ink involving dogs: the Superstition Mysteries, where her protagonist runs a pet boutique, and the Barkery and Biscuits Mysteries where the protagonist, a veterinary technician, also owns a barkery and a bakery.  She has also written the Pet Rescue Mystery Series, a spinoff from her Kendra Ballantyne, Pet-Sitter mysteries for Berkley Prime Crime and also currently writes for Harlequin Romantic Suspense as well as the Alpha Force paranormal romance miniseries about shapeshifters for Harlequin Nocturne.  Her latest releases, CANADIAN WOLF for Nocturne and the second Superstition Mystery, KNOCK ON WOOD, are her fortieth and forty-first published novels.

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Guest Release–Fear Land by Rolynn Anderson

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Tally Rosella, acclaimed child psychiatrist, avoids adults because their brains rant at her.  When she begins a child study to connect her findings to PTSD, devious colleagues at a California university block her progress.

Army Major Cole Messer won’t admit trauma destroyed his marriage and ability to lead.  His priorities: enroll his highly anxious son in Tally’s study and return to active duty.

 Someone is dead set against Tally’s presence at the university, and blowback from her battles put Cole and his boy in jeopardy.  Watch what happens when people struggling with shades of anxiety collide with corrupt, revengeful foes.

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EXCERPT

“California.  Recycle capital of the world,” Tally muttered as she hauled two big plastic bags across the parking lot to the garbage cans.  “And I have to walk from my apartment to China to dump mine.”

At the beginning of the tricky business of lifting the container lid and hoisting one heavy bag into it, she heard, “Wait!   I’ll help,” from behind her.

Startled, she let the lid drop with a bang.  Owen Harper.  Damn his hide.  Was he watching from his kitchen window to catch me out here?  Now she was cornered behind high walls, at dusk, with a mean-headed man.  Tally pulled in air for courage, inhaling fetid odors instead.

Harper reached for her garbage bag, resting his hand on hers for a couple seconds before he pulled the plastic from her grip and dumped the bag.  She barely had time to compose herself before she faced him and said, “Thank you.”  After her minor victory with her new assistant, cutting off the corners of the woman’s bitterness, why not try it with Harper?

She handed him the second bag.  “How are you doing, neighbor?” Tally avoided his eyes by checking her hands for dirt and dusting off her black pants.  Does he hear fear wobbling my words? 

“Fine, Tally.  Saw you struggling with a heavy load.  Thought you could use some help.”

“Rescue number two,” she said, holding up two fingers.  “Nice of you.”  Neighborly chit-chat next.  “Is SLO home for you?  Do you have family nearby?”

“A half sister is all.  Sad to say we’re not close.”  His neutral expression implied he wasn’t sorry.

With a glance at her watch, Tally tried one more entrée.  “Charles tells me you’re busy all day doing interviews.”

He shrugged.  “At this stage of the study, I’m usually in my car or in a VA hospital.”  When she winced, he gave a wry smile.  “Somebody’s got to do the follow-ups.”

“Right,” she said, unable to think of another response and feeling too isolated from buildings and people.  Tally shivered, rubbed her arms and took two steps toward the opening of the corral.  Harper moved as if to block her exit.

What could she do but look up into his eyes?  Was he teasing her?  Hoping to say more?  Wanting to ask her out?  Ready to attack her?  God knew.

His brain screamed: Die Bitch.  Die Now Bitch!  Loud.  Clear.  With knife-sharp consonants.

“Oh,” Tally said, horrified.  “Forgot.  I’m the test audience for Andy’s bird show-and-tell.  Better go.”

Harper turned, squinting in the direction of Cole’s apartment.  Was he checking for a light to prove she was telling the truth?  While he was diverted, she pushed her way around him and scurried toward the complex.  “Hey, wait,” he said.  “I’ll walk you back.”

“That’s okay.  Thanks for the help.  I’m late.”

She wanted to run from him after what she’d seen in his eyes, but she walked.  Briskly.  She walked because she’d learned something very important about Owen Harper.  He got off on scaring her.  He’d misinterpreted her downcast eyes as a submissive gesture.  Damn it, avoiding his gaze had sent the wrong message.

Instead of tamping down Harper’s rant, she’d just hiked it up to a new level.  Not only did he want her to die, but inadvertently, she’d cranked up his rage to the point he wanted her to die now.

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Character Interview From The Soldier’s Love by Kara O’Neal

The Soldier's Love

How about you introduce yourself by providing the basics?

My name is Frank Dawson, and I am a First Lieutenant at Fort Robertson in Nebraska.

Where were you raised?

I was raised in a town in Texas called Pikes Run.

Family members?

Uh….several. Too many to list here, really. But each one is so important to me. Can’t get through life without them.

Did you always want to be a soldier?

Not at all. The woman I loved since I was fourteen decided to go to college instead of marry me. I didn’t take that well, so I left Pikes Run and joined the army. Truthfully, I hoped someone would put me out of misery, but thankfully that didn’t happen, and now I’m happily married to the woman who turned me down. We’re waiting for my papers of release to come through so we can go back to Texas, and I can go into the realty business with my pa.

List your favorite book of all time.

My favorite book will be The Chronicles of Sir Pendergast. My wife has a penchant for making up stories, and I’ve finally convinced her to write them down. She’s gonna be an author, I’m sure of it.

Talk about your favorite setting for courting a woman.

I’ve only courted one, but I’d have to say I did it well. We spent a lot of time on the banks of Pikes Run. With the moonlight, the babbling brook, the crickets singing….She didn’t stand a chance.

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When Jane Lonnigan refused to marry him, Frank Dawson got the hell out of Pikes Run and joined the army. As he took risk after risk, hoping someone would put him out of his misery, he consequently rose in ranks. Now he’s a First Lieutenant stationed at Fort Robertson, a crack shot, and the main communicator to the Chipsa tribe.

Frank broke Jane’s heart when he refused to wait for her to complete her education. Still, as she embarked on her journey to becoming a teacher, she couldn’t stop loving him. Her first teaching post is for the children of Riley Creek, the town Fort Robertson protects.

When Frank realizes Jane has become a fixture of the settlement he is a part of, he sets out to guard himself from being twice a fool. But as life swirls around them, Frank can’t help but return to her again and again.

A mistake causes Frank to hurt Jane and make her believe all hope is lost. She runs home, needing the welcoming arms of her family. When Frank learns what he’s done, he realizes he’s been a fool. He races after her, intent on winning her back. Can he mend her heart and have Jane as his wife?

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First Lieutenant Frank Dawson raced across the newly fallen snow, the bite of the wind searing his cheeks and burning his throat. He kept his gaze on the road ahead, galloping over the land, searching for the stage carrying the schoolteacher.

Three Rivers had come to him, his old eyes worried. Chief Etu had sent his trusted scout to tell Frank warriors had rebelled against his orders and went to intercept the coach. Frank had reassured the Chipsa chief the arrival of the teacher wouldn’t threaten his lands, and the wise chief had agreed. Despite Frank and Chief Etu’s efforts, there were factions of Chipsa seeking war, and now Frank raced to stop the renegades.

Other riders galloped beside him, his Second Lieutenant, Hunter McCoy, and Privates Timothy Elliott and Quincy Peterson. They hadn’t had time to assemble an adequate response of soldiers, but Three Rivers had told Frank only a few rebels had ignored Chief Etu’s command.

His heart pounding hard, he pushed Rounder, his horse, to go faster, desperate to save the woman courageous enough to educate the children of Riley Creek. The ground gleamed white against the deep blue of the sky. The land flattened ahead of them, and Frank bent low over Rounder’s neck, the beast breathing mightily as they bolted down the snow-covered road.

His blood pumped with determination when he heard the wild jangle of horse livery, the frantic rumble of the wheels and the whoops of the braves hunting the coach. Frank and his men crested the rise, giving their own cries of attack as their object came into view. Frank pulled sharp on the reins as his comrades flew past him. Rounder reared against the abrupt stop, but Frank kept his seat.

As the other soldiers darted toward the racing stage, Frank pulled out his long range rifle and took aim. Rounder had been trained to recognize his master’s intent and moved not a muscle. Steadily, Frank drew a bead on the lead warrior. Tracking his progress, Frank didn’t hesitate and pulled the trigger. One second after the shot rang, the rebel’s arms flew skyward, and he somersaulted over the back of his horse.

There were three more warriors, and the other soldiers bore down on them, firing their six guns with accuracy and speed. The Chipsa renegades fell, snow flying upwards as their bodies hit the ground. Frank kicked his horse into a lope, the urgency not as great now that the Indians had been stopped.

As he neared, the coach changed course and turned toward Riley Creek, coming at Frank. The driver remained standing, pulling hard on the reins as he worked to get the horses to slow. The shotgunner climbed over the baggage rack and tumbled into his seat.

The stage came to a stop as Frank drew abreast of the conveyance. The driver and shotgunner wheezed in unison, their chests heaving as sweat slid over their red faces.

“Are y’all all right?” Frank asked. “Any casualties?”

“Damn near thought they had us,” the driver panted out. “My girls were slowin’.” He jabbed a thumb at his partner. “And this fool didn’t get a one of ‘em.”

The shotgunner whipped his hat off and started smacking the driver. “You try shootin’ straight on top of a jumpin’ stage!”

The driver howled and put up his arms, protecting himself.

“It was your damn drivin’ what kept me from doin’ my job!”

Frank sighed and left the two to fight it out. He dismounted and walked to the side of the conveyance, ready to handle whatever state the schoolteacher might exhibit. When he opened the door, he found her huddled on the ground, her arms covering her head. Even through her bulky coat and woolen gloves, he could see she trembled.

“Ma’am?” he called. “It’s over. You’re safe.”

She flinched.

“I’m a soldier at Fort Robertson, ma’am. Have no fear.” He wanted to reach out and help her stand, but he wondered if the action would alarm her further. Was she in shock? As he opened his mouth to reassure her of her safety once more, she lifted her head.

His heart dropped to his toes when her blue gaze met his. Jane. As his brain worked to function, his heart seemed to revitalize in an instant, pounding so hard he couldn’t catch his breath. Jane.

“F-Frank?” she said, relief drenching her tone.

The sound of her voice… To hear his name on her lips after an almost two year absence… He clenched his hands into fists, fighting the urge to snatch her to him.

She moved to her knees, her limbs still shaking. Raising her arms to him, she said, “I c-can’t believe it’s y-you.”

Tears swam in the eyes he’d once adored. Her outstretched plea sliced at the organ she’d effortlessly killed when she’d refused to marry him. His spine rigid, he warred against lifting her from the stage. But the shock of seeing her, the fact she’d been the woman the braves had been trying to kill, was impossible to combat.

Moving forward, he fit his hands around her waist, the feel of her so familiar he almost groaned aloud, and pulled her to him. She circled his neck with her forearms, fitting her nose against his neck, just as she’d always done. The feel of her against him had him swallowing hard over the lump in his throat.

Unable to stop himself, he curled his arms around her, noting the weakness of her body as she leaned fully into him.

“I was so s-scared,” she confessed, her voice quivering. “And here you are. I c-can’t believe you’re here. You s-saved me.”

 

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Kara O’Neal was born and raised in Texas.  After surviving those awkward years of 7 to 16, she spent two years at Sam Houston State University where she met her husband.  He followed her to Texas Tech University and was proud when she graduated with a Bachelor’s of Science in Human Development.  Soon after graduation Kara followed her heart and became certified to teach Special Education.

She married the love of her life in 1998 and had three children.  The happiest times of her life are spent with her family and friends.  Kara is fortunate to be surrounded by the best and most amazing people God put on this earth.

When she was pregnant with her oldest child, Kara wrote her first novel.  And then rewrote it.  And rewrote it again.  She did this while teaching, raising kids, and traveling across Texas with her husband.

Becoming an author was a dream she stumbled upon.  With the encouragement of her family and friends, she didn’t discard this risky adventure.  At this time, she would like to express her gratitude to her husband, parents, siblings, children, and friends for their support, love, and suggested revisions.

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