Description: A fallen demon invades Lara Clint’s beloved city of Sedona and a strange voice calls for her to awaken to her destiny. A demon catcher, she is summoned to capture and reignite the flame of the iris, stolen by the son of Vobris, God of Light. Ironically, her own secret binds her to the demon.
Rafe Avery, a sidhe warrior and protector of dreams, is challenged to remove the black rose of darkness and help the one chosen to replace the white iris. Time has run out. The gates of Elysium and the magic portals will close to humankind, leaving them to the mercy and control of the revenge-seeking demon.
A hot attraction ignites between the human and fae as they struggle to accomplish their goals. Lara’s secret threatens to destroy all their lives. Is Rafe’s love strong enough to break evil bonds and bring the darkness to justice?
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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!
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?
Linda 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.
Will he sacrifice his wings for a woman he loves but can never keep?
Jade Ashley has a past she’d like to forget and a destiny she isn’t aware of. A stranger, Clyde, saves her from an attack and demonstrates extraordinary abilities she believed only she possessed. She soon realizes he’s her guardian angel sent to reunite her with her long lost sisters, who like her are part of a new breed of immortals, Elementals, prophesied to determine the outcome of the upcoming war.
Clyde, an angel, battles the one thing he believes will lead to his fall from heaven—his new found emotions, forbidden among his kind. Nonetheless, the Angel Lords promise to promote him to warrior when he completes his last assignment—to find Jade. When he does, emotions he never knew possible arise. For the first time in two thousand years, he cursed his existence. Knowing she can never be his, will he sacrifice his wings for a woman he loves but can’t keep?
He bent toward her, wrapped one arm around her waist, the other around her back, then buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled.
Relishing the feel of her body melded against his, he forgot the worries consuming him. She soothed his ache with a mere touch, with a mere embrace.
Exactly what he’d wanted, exactly what he needed.
She then pressed her full lips against his cheek, kissing him lightly.
An innocent kiss. There was no passion behind it, but an unconscious consuming need, one he’d never felt, swelled inside him—desire. It was exciting, overwhelming and terrifying, blocking logic and reason.
All he wanted now was a single kiss. All he could think about was how her soft lips would feel pressed against his.
Marvelous, he concluded.
It was absurd to want what he did and feel what he felt, for he was an angel. Carnal desires even as insignificant as kisses were for others, for all others except his breed, and yet he felt it so deeply it seared him.
The desire that gripped him didn’t release him even after she unhooked her arms from around his neck, and the warmth of her body melted away.
There he stood, immobile, battling the desire she’d sparked. He didn’t want to leave yet knew he had to before he’d acted out his longing.
He willed his body to move. Finally, he placed one foot behind the other, stepped back and strode away praying the yearning he had no right to feel for a woman who would never be his would soon subside.
“The author brings the story to life with well written scenes that capture the imagination while the suspense and drama draw the reader into the story and the characters are strong, bewitching and ensnare the readers from the very beginning.”
J.L. Sheppard was born and raised in Miami, Florida where she still lives with her husband and son.
As a child, her greatest aspiration was to become a writer. She read often, kept a journal and wrote countless poems. She attended Florida International University and graduated in 2008 with a Bachelors in Communications. During her senior year, she interned at NBC Miami, WTVJ. Following the internship, she was hired and worked in the News Department for three years.
It wasn’t until 2011 that she set her heart and mind into writing her first completed novel, Demon King’s Desire, which was published in January of 2013.
Besides reading and writing, she enjoys traveling and spending quality time with family and friends.
Demon King’s Desire, Elemental Sisters I: January 2013
Burdened by Desire, Elemental Sisters II: January 2014
All his life he felt he hadn’t belonged but it wasn’t until Clarity Langford appeared did he know the truth of it. Once that truth was revealed there was no going back for Connor Angus, only forward. He discovers he is the long thought dead son of pack Elite leader, Charles Langford. And with that knowledge comes a family full of sisters, mystery and longing for things he’s not sure he has any right to obtain and one of those things is Cordelia Sinclair.
Without thinking, she turned and punched, dropping her coffee cup in the process, the hot liquid spilling everywhere. She saw the man was blond and powerful but beyond those attributes she couldn’t tell because he held his hand to his face.
“What the hell?” His question came out on a low growl.
“Who are you?” Her tone harsh and edgy.
“Maybe I’m the one who should be asking the questions.” He reached out, grabbed her by the upper arms and slammed her on the table giving her little time to respond. Taking a good whiff, his smile was almost feral.
Cordelia struggled against his grip. “Let me go.”
“Not until you tell me who you are.”
He pressed the full length of his body against her. And what a form it was if what was pressed against her stomach held true. Still, she heaved in frustration as her instinct to get away kicked in. Once she was near him, he smelled more like a spring meadow and the Elites than the Betas. She didn’t care his sexy cock grew by the second. She didn’t care he took his time trying to analyze her smell. Suddenly she was all wet and hot and bothered. All she cared about was this crazy man caught her off guard, threw her on the table and tried to immobilize her. The mere action pissed her off. She lifted her leg hard and chuckled inside when he fell away. Men always left something exposed.
“You fight dirty.” He bent over, one hand to his crotch and the other on his knee breathing deeply.
His voice was a rich, deep timber like honey when the nights started to get cold in the autumn. There would be no way she’d let her guard down with this man if his voice did things to her insides that made her feel like a schoolgirl.
“I do what I have to do.” Her voice was a breathless whisper.
“And you had to hit me?” Slowly, he rose to his full height, towering over her. “I don’t know what you’re doing here but I’m beginning to wonder if you are even supposed to be here.”
His comment pissed her off even more. She drew back her hand and punched him in the face again. “I’ll show you who’s supposed to be here.”
“What the hell did I ever do to you?” The man stood there, a stunned expression on his face.
“Come on. You don’t like to fight women?” His eyes grew wider at her comment.
“You want to fight me?” His question held a hint of surprise and lots of disbelief. “Woman, you don’t know what you’re asking for.” He took a step nearer.
She broadened her stance and prepared for the worst. He outweighed her by probably eighty pounds and was a full head taller than her. His body was lean with lots of muscle. She’d barely gotten rid of the baby fat and the baby had been born four years ago. Still, this was simply going to be a battle of wits at least in her mind. She saw him slowly raise his hand and splay his palm toward her. Suddenly on her ass, a thought flashed through her mind. Damn, he’s a psychic.
“Now who’s not playing fair?” She growled at him. This was going to be harder than planned. She reached up to the table and pulled herself up, her hand grazed the place settings just waiting for guests.
Award winning author Lynn Crain has done it all in her life. She loves writing full time weaving contemporary, fantasy, futuristic and paranormal tales, tame to erotic, for various publishers. Her home is in the desert though currently she lives in Austria as her husband works his dream job.
Derek Hayes and his family are preternatural hunters. Stake and dust is their motto, but Derek has a difficult time accepting his sworn duty when Sloane McBride, his ex-girlfriend from high school, is the one he’s been sent to eliminate. Once infected from a Nosferatu bite, there is no turning back. Sloane has been bitten and she will eventually change.
It proves a race against time when Derek puts aside his core beliefs and teams up with Sloane. The Nosferatu wants Sloane for his own bloody Valentine, Derek’s brothers are hunting her, and every second brings Sloane closer to changing into the very fiend they want to kill.
Other titles in the Anthology:
Ring for a Lady by Gerald Costlow
A Season for Love by Linda Swift
Cupid’s Beau by Nan O’Berry
She was halfway up the stairs when someone knocked at her front door.
Lad’s ears perked up and a low growl vibrated from the back of his throat. Her gaze landed on her lab with a frown. Lad usually loved everyone. Who could be at her front door that had him agitated? She strode over to it and peeked out the peephole. She half expected Freddy Kruger to be standing there by the way Lad’s fur stood up on end, and the snarl he produced to go along with his bad fur day. She sighed in relief when she recognized her visitor. She threw opened the door with a smile.
Lad came bounding to the door, snarling in rapid barks. She’d never seen him act like that—ever. “Lad, sit. It’s only Tim.” She didn’t understand her dog’s weird behavior.
Lad backed up, but his stance clearly indicated he would take out Tim’s throat if she only gave the word. She turned toward Tim who gave her a nonchalant shrug. “Maybe it’s my new aftershave.”
She pursed her lips. “Give me a sec. I’ll put him out back.”
It took her a few minutes. Lad didn’t want to obey her. She had to drag him outside and sprint for the door, slamming it shut, just to keep him outside. He continued to bark and snarl, but she would have to ignore him for now.
She hurried to the front door. Tim still stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe. He stood up straight when he caught sight of her. For a brief second, she could have sworn his eyes had an eerie glow to them, like a pair of eyes looking back from a thicket, warning her of danger, but she blinked and his eyes were the same soft brown color she’d remembered.
“Are you going to ask me in?” His brows lifted in question. He must be feeling better. He looked a little pale, not feverish. It was good to know the flu would only last twenty-four hours.
“Sure, but I must warn you I think I caught what you had a few days ago.”
“I’ve already been exposed and I doubt I’ll catch it twice,” he said.
She opened the screen and stepped aside. She frowned when he didn’t move. “Well, come in already.”
His lips slid into a grin, but the smile made her uneasy. Something was off with him, had been for a few days.
Before she could shut the door, he pulled her flush against him. She gasped in surprise and he chuckled. “Don’t be scared.”
Funny, how those words sent a chill down her spine. “I’m not scared.”
“Your heart is beating fast.”
Her brows drew together. “How do—” She didn’t have a chance to finish her question. He captured her lips and her words were swallowed into a passionate caress. His tongue swept inside her mouth and she met his passion, but something pricked her lip and she drew back in alarm. Her hand flew to her mouth. When she looked at her fingers, she spotted drops of blood coloring the tips. “You bit me.” Again, she thought the last to herself.
“You say it as if it is a bad, thing.” He stalked toward her. This time there was no mistake; his eyes gleamed with a weird sheen before turning red. Red? What the heck was going on? When he grinned she caught sight of two pointed incisors. Vampire came to mine, but that was insane. Self-consciously, she touched the side of her neck where he had bitten her the other night and stumbled back a few steps.
Tim’s mouth quirked and a low menacing chuckle greeted her. “I can see your wheels are turning inside that pretty little head of yours, but I’ll make it simple, unlike how my brother did for me. I’m a vampire. You know—the kind that drinks blood and all that.”
The kind that drank blood—was there another kind? She shook her head. “That’s impossible. You’ve been ill. You must be…running a fever.”
“I’ve never felt better.” He shook his head and kept grinning like he’d given her the best news. He took another step toward her. “I can make you feel good, too.”
“Stay back.” She bumped into the wall, separating the kitchen from the living room and quickly sidestepped.
“But I can’t stay away from you. You invited me in and I’m soooo hungry.” His gaze roved over her like she was a delectable treat he’d been anticipating sinking his teeth into.
She whirled away from him, attempting to run, but it was useless. He was upon her in a second, spinning her around to face him and slamming her against the kitchen counter. She ignored the sudden jar to her body and pushed at his chest, but he was so strong…so very strong. “Let me go, Tim.” His fangs lengthened. “Oh God, no!” She would have screamed but a deep baritone voice, from somewhere behind Tim, halted her cries.
“I believe the lady asked you to let her go.”
Tim’s body went rigid as if rigor mortis had set in and turned his body to stone.
Curiosity proved too strong and she chanced a peek around Tim’s shoulder. A man with dark reddish brown hair and eyes as green as a cats stood there in the archway of her kitchen with a medieval crossbow aimed at Tim’s back.
Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, historical or time travel, all of Karen Michelle Nutt’s stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena—falling in love.
When she’s not time traveling, fighting outlaws, or otherworldly creatures, she creates pre-made book covers to order at Gillian’s Book Covers, “Judge Your Book By Its Cover”.
Today I’m pleased to have an author who is also published by The Wild Rose Press, Nicki Greenwood.
Tell us a bit about you and your background.
My writing career began a lot like most authors’ did: I was never without a book or a pen in my hand. Stories were my life. Things really took off when I discovered the Central New York Romance Writers. In between two fabulous years as an editor and a sideline as a web designer, I have since published five books and counting. I have a day job, but my first love will always be the power of the pen (or, these days, the keyboard). I’m still rarely without a book.
Do you start a new story with the plot or characters first?
Usually, it’s the plot. Once in a great and very welcome while, a character will start talking to me, and refuse to stop until I write down what he says. Those are the best kind of stories, and the easiest to write!
Is your writing style planned or freestyle?
I used to “pants” it entirely. If I knew the ending, it wasn’t worth writing the story. These days, I’ve had to work out a balance between plotting and pantsing. I keep the plot deliberately vague so that I leave myself room for surprises, but there’s a general idea of where the whole circus is going.
Can you share a tip about what you do when you get stuck in creating a story?
I’ve discovered that, even five-plus books in, I’m always going to hate my first draft. No matter what I do, I’m just not going to be happy with what goes into that initial round of writing, and it’s hard, slow going. The key is just to keep getting those words on the page, even if I think they’re terrible. Most of the time, the words are better than I think, and I need to remember that I can make them better when it’s time to revise. (That’s where I have my real fun!)
Do you use visual aids (storyboards, Pinterest, collages) when plotting or writing?
I generally pick an actor or actress that resembles my hero/heroine, and that sets a mental image in my head from which I can build a personality. I use Pinterest as a “visual aid” for my novels, where people can “see” inside my books and find locations, professions, or special items highlighted in the stories (see the link for my Pinterest page).
BLURB for Flashpoint:
Faith Markham knows her place in life—paranormal expert and world-traveling archaeologist. She also knows she’ll never fall in love again. How can she, when the only man she’s ever wanted is a long-dead Viking warrior? She has resigned herself to loneliness, but fate has other ideas.
Hakon Ivarsson has had enough of women. His ex-wife left his life in ruins, and only Australia’s Blue Mountains can soothe his empty soul. When Faith shows up needing a trail guide, he regards her with instant suspicion. This enigmatic beauty pulls at him in ways he can’t explain. Trusting her is out of the question, but protecting her is absolute.
When they stumble on an artifact-smuggling ring, led by a man poised to bend the world’s paranormal power to his own terrible purposes, they must join forces. Will it tear them apart, or has fate finally delivered a second chance?
2nd Place, 2006 Golden Pen Contest
Just who was guiding who?
Hakon growled and pulled his own backpack from the Land Rover, locked the vehicle, then stalked down the trail after her.
It took him all of two seconds to decide he should have been the one walking in front. Faith strode ahead of him, dodging ruts and potholes with sure feet. Her hips swayed with each step in a compelling rhythm that drove his body into a riot. He imagined drawing her back against him, kissing that spot behind her ear where tendrils of golden hair had fallen loose….
She stopped dead and turned around with wide eyes. Damn, had he said something out loud? He thought he’d seen a flash in her eyes just before they saw the truck. There it was again, though before, he could have sworn her eyes had been silver…
“Aren’t you supposed to be in front of me?” she asked.
Desire and doubt vanished. “I would have been, if you hadn’t bolted off in the first place.” He stepped around her and went on without pausing. “Next time, let me go first. Clear?”
“Get up on the wrong side of the bed?”
He didn’t bother telling her he hadn’t slept at all. Her presence had echoed through the walls of the inn like a resonating bell, one moment consuming him with the need to go to her, and the next, driving him away in a fit of resentment.
She was money. His ticket to freedom, nothing more.
Maybe if he kept telling himself that, he might start to believe it.
Nicki Greenwood graduated SUNY Morrisville with a degree in Natural Resources. She found her passion in writing stories of romantic adventure, and combines that with her love of the environment. Her works have won several awards, including the Rebecca Eddy Memorial Contest. Her first book, Earth, debuted in 2010 through The Wild Rose Press. Her latest book is Flashpoint.
Nicki lives in upstate New York with her husband, son, and assorted pets. When she’s not writing, she enjoys the arts, gardening, interior decorating, and trips to the local Renaissance Faire.
When Master Vampire Lucien Delgatto threatens her potential mate Wick’s life, Shape Shifter Andrea “Andy” McNeilly will employ a den of witches, a bedazzled thong, and her ability to shift into multiple animals to meet his demands. She plans to keep Wick safe—even if she’s not speaking to him. Lucien’s unwelcomed control over Wick’s life has thrown Andy into a whirlwind of emotions.
Though Wick vows to do whatever it takes to earn Andy’s forgiveness and win back her trust, it may be too late. This recent conflict awakens something within Andy, an animal she’s never learned to control. For hidden beneath all her forms is a beast whose anger and brutality rivals none.
And she’s pissed.
Letting my falcon drift close to the surface, my eyesight sharpened. A dark figure moved in the brambles near the deer path ahead of me. About to step closer, something tugged at my senses.
Come to me, a voice echoed in my head. I froze.
An overwhelming urge to walk into the forest on my right consumed my body. I hadn’t felt anything like this since…
Since I was fourteen, and walked into the forest to meet three feras.
Sweat beaded on my brow and the bridge of my nose. I wiped it away, while fighting the compulsion to move.
Come to me, Carus.
Leaning forward, I tried to locate the animal. A branch snapped, and my attention darted to where the sound originated from. The forest hummed with the sound of summer insects. My heart beat loud and heavy in my chest.
Underbrush rustled. There!
A flash of orange.
Pop! A sharp sting, much like a rubber band on bare skin, radiated across my right butt cheek. I yipped and jumped three feet in the air.
Whirling around, I found Wick with an ear-to-ear grin and his paintball gun resting over one of his shoulders. If he had a leg propped up on a recently deceased moose, he’d look like a hunter from a photo.
Today I’m chatting with The Wild Rose press author, Debra Doggett, and she’s sharing a bit about her writing and her latest release, A Ghost of a Clue, which is part of TWRP’s latest series, Lobster Cove.
Tell us a bit about you and your background.
I’ve been a bit of a wanderer over my adult life, so I have lots of settings in my head. I have three children and each was born in a different state. I’ve always had stories in my head and wrote them as often as I could when I was younger. I got married at 18 (and yes, it was not the smartest move I’ve ever made) and the stories were still there but so were my first two daughters, who are nineteen months apart.
I finally allowed myself to be the writer I always knew I was when my children got older. I moved out west to New Mexico, which was a big change from the Deep South. The desert landscape moves me. I went back to college and got involved in the theatre department. Writing plays helped me hone my skills. I found some wonderful writer friends who read what I wrote and encouraged me. When my first novel sold, they also celebrated with me. Since then, I have written plays and seen them produced, sold essays, articles and short stories along with three more novels. The writer in me is loose and I could never put that part of me away again, so hopefully there will be many more stories from me for folks to enjoy.
What are your hobbies away from the computer?
One of the hobbies I spend a lot of time with is theatre. I’ve not only written for the stage, I’ve also acted, directed, done props, costumes and a bit of tech. I even worked as general manager of a local community theater company. There’s nothing like a darkened theatre to get my creativity moving.
I also love to cook and am working to improve my baking skills. Homemade is best to me. This past year, I’ve learned to make my own bagels, tortillas and eggroll wrappers (an odd trio, I know, but each was fun).
Do you start a new story with the plot or characters first?
Hmm, that’s a tough one to answer, because what I get first are scenes (probably all the theatre, lol). I write down the scenes I get and when I feel I have enough of them to start fleshing out characters and a story, I sit down and attempt my version of an outline (it’s not going to pass an English teacher’s critique). The outline is very flexible because often things change quite a bit as I write. I am okay with ditching what doesn’t work, although I usually keep it just in case it works for something else.
Can you share a tip about what you do when you get stuck in creating a story?
This is one that I struggle with. All the good writing advice will tell you to just get the first draft down, don’t stop until it’s done, etc. But when I get stuck, I end up setting the story aside. Most of the time this works for me. My mind is a bit scattered and I have several stories going at once, so I will set the problem one aside and work on something else. This works for me and lets my mind be open to getting the scenes I need to work out the problem. I doubt this is good advice for everyone. You probably have to have as scattered a mind as I do for it to work!
What was your biggest surprise in the editing/revision process?
The biggest surprise was in finding out how much easier it is than actually writing the story! Ideas flow when I have some words to start with so rewriting is much easier than staring at that blank page and trying to get some words onto it. I had thought it would be hard to cut or edit but that hasn’t turned out to be true. There’s a wonderful quote by Stephen King that tells writers to “kill their darlings”. In other words don’t get so attached to your own writing that you aren’t willing to take out what doesn’t work. And that hasn’t been as hard as I expected.
What’s your dream vacation destination?
I love to travel so it’s hard to settle on just one. My bucket list is pretty long. One of those at the top, though, is Tahiti. I have wanted to go there for years. I love the ocean and Tahiti has always sounded not only beautiful but exotic and sort of hidden away from the rest of the world. I got a taste of the Caribbean years ago when I went to St. Maarten and really loved being on an island surrounded by the ocean. One day I’ll make it to Tahiti. I might even set a story there.
A Ghost of a Clue blurb:
Rory DuMont has had enough of hiding the fact that she sees ghosts. Lobster Cove is a new start and she’s determined to shed the mistakes of the past. If that means she ends up alone then so be it. What she can’t seem to shed is Travis Reed, Lobster Cove’s resident skeptic and biology teacher. Sparks fly when the skeptic and the psychic find themselves alone together but the sparks turn into flames when a ghost takes a personal interest in them.
Rory blew out a breath. “If I tell you yes, I’m messing with you when I say there were ghosts here tonight then you’re okay with that. You’re comfortable with it. If I tell you no, that there really was a ghost, two in fact, here tonight, then the train derails and you run for the hills.”
He stared at her for a moment with a thoughtful look on his face. “Tell me what you believe you saw.”
Travis nodded. “The truth of what you believe you saw.”
“That’s a very guarded way of putting it.”
“No. It’s a very scientific way of putting it. I can’t know what to think if I don’t have all the evidence.”
“Fair enough. I saw two ghosts.”
“One fairly solid, a little boy and one kind of wavering, an older woman.”
He watched her face as she said it, and Rory held her breath, waiting for the sneer that had always accompanied any talk of her gift in the past. She would be sorry to see him walk away. Even though it had only been a few weeks, she realized she’d come to enjoy his company. Part of her knew she’d been hoping for something more, no matter how much she told herself she wasn’t going to do another relationship. Still, it would hurt, and she steeled herself for the good-bye. At last he nodded.
“Okay, you saw two ghosts.”
“You’re not headed for the door.”
“The kids aren’t packed up yet.” He grinned. “And the train is still on the tracks, Ms. DuMont. Nothing’s derailed yet.”
I’ve been many things in my life: actor, filmmaker, historian, writer, but putting words to paper is the most satisfying. After years of moving around the US, I’ve settled in the desert of New Mexico, a far cry from my birthplace in Louisiana. You never know where life will go.
If you’ve ever been caught in a riptide, pulled down into the water, then you know me. Or, more accurately, what I’m like when I’m angry.
Delia was beautiful, smart, and kind. He wasn’t. He said he loved her, but he didn’t know what love was. He was manipulative and cruel—more than a thief. A beast.
All she wanted was a rose…
These are the words on my sister’s grave. Her sadness, her obsession, forever a reminder I didn’t–couldn’t save her.
I’m not vindictive or cruel. I’m simply as the river–my memory is winding and my reach is long. I watched him steal her beauty, her essence. Watched him become a beast. He thought he’d get away with it, thought he’d go free.
I lay a rose upon my sister’s grave.
Light a candle for the beast.
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Mitch Mingan has chosen to remain a bachelor; he doesn’t want anyone else to suffer his destiny. But when his cousin Ken dies leaving behind twin boys, it is up to Mitch to ensure his nephews are ready for what lies ahead. Inviting Ken’s widow Sarah and the boys up for the summer seems like a perfect start.
For Sarah, a summer up north is the perfect opportunity for her sons to get to know their father’s family. It’s also a chance for Sarah to learn the truth behind why her husband left his childhood home at such an early age. What she doesn’t count on is falling for their handsome host. She also doesn’t count on finding out the family legacy: Mingan means wolf!
Sarah stood to leave. “Mitch, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Shoot,” he replied.
“Have you ever been married?”
“No. I’m what you would call a lone wolf, I guess.”
She shivered as a breeze blew off the bay, across her wet, naked back. “May I ask why?”
He appeared thoughtful as he sippedthe cabernet. “My life is too…complicated. A woman would have to put up with a lot around me. I don’t think it would be fair and I’m not sure I’m worth it.”
Nothingsince she arrived at the camp caused her to think negatively of Mitch. She could not begin to guess what drove the wedge between the two cousins. The man who invited her up here, played with her sons, cooked a great steak, and was veryeasy on the eyes, appeared to have a lot to offer. Any woman would be lucky to find such a man to spend her life with. Even one night.
Forbidden territory, Sarah. But she couldn’t help herself. Quickly she got out of the hot tub. She wrapped a towel around her torso and picked her wine glass off the deck.
She opened the door and then stopped, turningaround.
“You know, Mitch, I don’t think you give yourself enough credit,” she said before she continued into the cottage.
Charlotte Copper lives in Stouffville, Ontario. When she isn’t working at her full-time job or driving her daughter around for volleyball, Charlotte likes to craft, read, go to the movies, and, of course, write.