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Monday, May 29, 2017

Sneak Peek at new release for June #RB4U #MFRWauthor #WRWbuzz

Escape to Africa

Coming in June 2017

A Dangerous Liaison

In late 1942, Casablanca, an undercover French operative is given information vital to the alliance, and it’s now up to her to get the microfilm to someone who can see it gets into the hands of the Allies. Isabeau Renault has kept her cover in place for over a year in Casablanca, and probably saved countless lives because of her activities, but with the resistance being choked by the Nazi stranglehold, will she be able to get the most important intelligence she’s ever held safely out of Casablanca, or will she die trying? It all hinges now on the owner of a popular café, an American named Cade Maddox, a man few know anything about, but who appears to have a friendly relationship with the Prefect of Police, and several German officers. 

Sneak Peek excerpt:

“Cassi, I need to talk to you.”

Cade Maddox’s voice dug into her brain.

“I will join you at the bar, Monsieur,” she repeated. “In five minutes!”

The rapid, muted voices that followed her assured her the maid, Diata, was living up to her fierce name, the lion. She sat at her dressing table and took quick inventory of her hair and makeup. Dark, curling tendrils escaped the elaborate style and she twisted them back into place and tucked pins into the coils. She picked up a brush and dusted darkly tinted powder across her cheeks, peering closely at her reflection. She barely recognized herself these days, but it kept her alive and unnoticed among the citizens of Casablanca.

Gathering her wits, she took a deep breath and stood. Eluding Maddox was more draining than it should be, but something about the man got under her skin and made her jittery. The man was impressive, six feet plus in height, dark eyes, tanned skin, he looked at home in Casablanca, though she knew he was American by birth. Braced for the on-going deception, she stepped into the narrow hallway and walked to the main area of the café, her casual manner wholly feigned. Inside she was shaking in her sandals as she prepared to dodge Cade Maddox and his too shrewd eyes.

“What brings you here, Monsieur? You’re usually holding court at the Stardust this time of the evening.” She sat at the small corner table he’d chosen, the strategic position not escaping her notice. From here the entire main room could be watched, while the wall at his back assured no one could approach him unnoticed.

Maddox smiled. He looked like a wolf who’d just scented prey.

“I was planning to lure your dancer away to work for me,” he said. “Jolene keeps running them off just when the Germans get used to them.”

“How unfortunate for you.” She shook her head when the bartender began to approach the table with a drink for her. He shrugged and headed back for customers who did want to drink.

“Why don’t you drop in this evening,” Cade suggested. “I’m expecting company that might interest you.”

“And why do you think your company would interest me?”

She hadn’t made eye contact with him since sitting down, and he clearly hadn’t missed the ruse. He’d told her on more than one occasion that she intrigued him, and because of it, he was determined to discover what she was hiding. For his sake, she prayed he never did!

For a moment silence hung between them. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded. “Drop by this evening, you might enjoy yourself.”

“I’m busy this evening,” she told him, “if things get boring here I’ll consider your offer.” The scrape of the chair moving indicated he’d left his seat. A slight displacement of air seconds later and he was gone, footsteps so careful they were soundless. Maddox was an enigma she had no time to figure out, he could be dangerous to her. Before she could think too much about it the bartender shouted her name and it was time to get back to business.

As the evening wore on, Isabeau wondered if Cade could be trusted. The question plagued her as she went about her business, serving drinks, flashing a false smile, and presenting yourself as the perfect hostess. This was a job she could do in her sleep, she’d been in Casablanca for several months, even the false face she wore had become much too familiar. And much too comfortable. Her intuition had often saved her so she rarely disregarded it, and against all good sense she knew Cade Maddox was someone she was going to need if she expected to escape with her life.  

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Someone is willing to kill for control of Drake Trucking, a well-respected firm now run by a woman named Carly Drake.  Big money is involved.  And very big danger.
Multi-millionaire Lincoln Cain is determined to keep the promise he made her grandfather, the man who helped him change his life after he got out of prison.  Cain has vowed to protect Carly, no matter what it takes.
Unfortunately, the only way to keep her safe is to keep her close--and fight like crazy. 

From the sheriff’s department, Carly went home.  She’d been at work earlier, planned to go back a little later, but she could use some lunch before she returned.  And there was plenty to do at the house. 
Little by little, she was cleaning out Joe’s stuff, a difficult job even without all the memories and sorrow that went along with a lot of hard work. 
She drove Joe’s F-150 into the garage and went into the kitchen of the little beige two-bedroom, two-bath ranch-style house.  She’d already cleaned everything out in here, arranged the dishes and pans the way she liked.  After so many years, the walls had turned a dull robin’s egg blue, but she’d painted them a nice pale yellow.   

The whole house needed painting, but once she’d started working at the yard, she hadn’t had time.  She planned to fix the place up: new carpet and drapes, new furniture.  She’d get around to it, but the company had to come first.  Once Drake was making money again, she’d be able to afford it.
Carly sighed.  If she didn’t get things back on tract at Drake, she wouldn’t have enough to pay the property taxes.  Hell, the way she was going through her savings, she wouldn’t have enough to buy groceries.
She fixed herself a bologna sandwich with real mayonnaise, a treat, and carried it and a glass of milk toward the living room.
The moment she stepped through the opening from the kitchen, a prickle of unease slipped down her spine.  Something was out of place; she could feel it.  She glanced at the worn beige sofa and chairs, at the brass lamps on the maple end tables that had been in the house since Grandpa Joe had brought her to live with him when she was ten years old.
Nothing seemed out of order, no sign that anything had been moved.  Still, the feeling persisted. 
Setting the sandwich and milk down on an end table, she walked quietly down the hallway and turned into the bedroom.  When a noise sounded, her pulse leaped and she whirled toward the sound, sure someone was going to jump out at her.  She relaxed when she realized the air conditioner had just kicked on. 
Nothing to worry about.  She just hadn’t been living in the house long enough to get used to the everyday creaks and moans. 
There was no one in the bedroom, nothing out of place.  She returned to the living room, glanced down at the maple coffee table in front of the sofa.  The latest copy of Overdrive, a trucker’s magazine Joe subscribed to, sat next to the Iron Springs Gazette. 
Her unease returned, stronger now, making her palms go damp.  She could have sworn she’d left the magazine on the other end of the table. 
Her breath caught when she spotted the note, hand-written on half a sheet of yellow lined paper torn out of a legal pad.  Her pulse accelerated.  Her hand shook as she reached for it, started to read the message.
Sell Drake Trucking to Cain and you’ll be as dead as Hernandez.
Carly started trembling.  She needed to call the sheriff, but her cell was in her purse, which was in the kitchen, and after her encounter with Howler that morning, she didn’t want another confrontation.
Telling herself not to panic, that she was fairly certain whoever had been in the house was gone, she hurried back to the bedroom, went over to the nightstand and punched in the digital code that unlocked the metal gun safe sitting on top. 
Lifting the lid, she took out Joe’s semiautomatic pistol, a Glock nine millimeter he’d carried on long haul runs.  She’d fired the gun when she’d been in high school, gotten to be a pretty good shot.  Joe had insisted she learn how to handle a pistol so that she could defend herself, but that had been years ago.
She studied the weapon, found the release button and dropped the clip, saw the magazine was full and shoved it back in.  The heavy metal click felt comforting as it vibrated up her arm. 
She racked the slide, sending a cartridge into the chamber and cocking the weapon, then, just to be safe, carried it in to check the bathroom off the master bedroom.  Finding it empty, she checked the closets and under the bed.   
In the spare bedroom, she found the point of entry.  One of the windows overlooking the backyard had been broken.  She checked the room, then the bathroom at the end of the hall, reminding herself to call the glass company and have the broken window replaced. 
In a small community like Iron Springs, there wasn’t much crime.  Joe had never considered installing a security system, hadn’t really needed one, and though that had clearly changed, at the moment she couldn’t afford to have it done.
She thought again of the note, ridiculously thought of calling Lincoln Cain. 
If you sell to Cain you’ll be as dead as Hernandez.  Since she wasn’t selling to Cain or anyone else, she shouldn’t need to worry.
But what did the note mean?  Why had someone gone to so much trouble to deliver it?   What did Miguel Hernandez’s murder have to do with Cain?  What did it have to do with Drake Trucking?


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Saturday, May 27, 2017

Follow Your Cowboy Heart by Janice Seagraves

I had fun writing this short story. The Character of Max was actually based on my husband. He's dark headed (or used to be) and worked hard for his family growing up. Giving all his money to his sister to help run the household. My husband's story differs in that he left to join the Navy and later on married me.

In my story, Max is grown, still lives at home and works hard, giving all his money to his mom to keep the farm and home running. After his father passed away, his mom had been managing things--badly.  Max finds out exactly how badly as the story progresses. He wonders if he'll have to stay forever and keep his family from losing the farm.

And what about his future?

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Chili Peppers Rating: 1

Max struggles daily to hide his psychic gift with animals. Being a hired hand at a local dairy probably wasn’t his best idea, but his mom needs the money he brings in. And there’s the dairy owner’s sexy daughter he can’t stop thinking about. Will he ever have anything other than himself to offer her?

“Max. I’ve been looking for you.” Linda took his hand, and an electrical sensation flowed up his arm. “Let’s step over here.”
“But I…”
“Only for a couple minutes. Your sisters can spare you that long.” She dragged him away to the Galloway’s backyard. The tall fence blocked off some of the noise from the party, giving them the illusion of privacy.
She pressed him against the fence and kissed him, hard. Surprise had him opening his mouth, but it also gave her entrance. Her tongue skimmed across his, and he was lost. He invaded her mouth, pursuing her. He placed his arms around her and pulled her against him, flattening her breasts against his chest. Desire spiraled through him.
She slowly pulled back and snuggled against his chest. “Wow. I always wondered what kissing you would be like.”
Rubbing her back, he noticed a little black bird in the tree limb above them. He whistled, and it cocked its head. He continued to mimic bird song, until the starling flew down and perched on his extended finger.
“How did you do that?” whispered Linda.
“It must be used to humans,” he lied. “Did you know starlings are better mimics then mocking birds?”
“No, I didn’t.” She smiled.
“What do you think of Linda?” he asked the bird. Forming what he wanted the starling to do in his mind.
It did a wolf whistle. Linda giggled.
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Friday, May 26, 2017

Michele Zurlo's Re/Bound...Now in Spanish

Hey there! It's the 26th, so this is Michele Zurlo!

About a year ago, I read a blog post from a woman who does Spanish-English translations, and I found myself wondering: Does she go both ways? Now, I know what you're thinking, and the truth is that I didn't immediately ask. I waited. I followed her on Twitter. I stalked her by looking up her work and reviews. Eventually I made contact, and I found out that she does, in fact, go both ways.

My next step was to research the reasons for having my novel translated from English to Spanish, and I found out that over 500 million people in the world speak Spanish as their first language--roughly the same number of people who speak English as their first language. So I decided to go for it--and I had Re/Bound translated into Spanish. It took about 4 months for the translator (Olga Nunez Miret) to rewrite my 100K novel.

I hear from others that it's a very good translation. I, of course, have no clue because, while I can recognize some words, I can't read Spanish. This almost makes me want to learn. Almost. (I've tried before. It did not go well, but I did learn to roll my R's, so at least there's that.)

Anyway, I'm excited that my work is now going to be available to half a billion more people! If it's successful, I'll have the others translated too.

Here's the blurb:

Recuperarse después de la pérdida devastadora de su Maestro es más difícil de lo que Darcy había anticipado. Justo cuando más necesita a alguien, aparece un atractivo Dominante. Theo es considerado, dominante y exigente —exactamente lo que ella necesita. Él empuja sus barreras, pone a prueba sus límites, y la hace llegar a nuevas alturas. Gracias a él, ella recuerda lo que es sentir alegría, amor, y una mano firme en el trasero.

El agente Malcolm Legato persigue a un hombre de negocios corrupto, y Darcy puede facilitarle la entrada a lo más alto de la Corporación Snyder. Aunque él inicia su relación con ella con la intención de utilizarla para avanzar su investigación, no puede evitar enamorarse perdidamente de esta combativa sumisa, y sabe que le romperá el corazón cuando descubra que le ha estado mintiendo desde el principio.

Cuando todo se desmorone, ¿será Darcy capaz de encontrar la fortaleza necesaria para perdonar a Malcolm y construir una vida juntos? ¿Y sabrá hallar el valor requerido para conseguir hacerle justicia al hombre que amaba y que ha perdido?

Con nudos de cuerda y de argumento, esta historia repleta de acción os hará reír, llorar, y estremeceros por muy buenas razones. Con Ligada de nuevo, Michele Zurlo os ofrece una historia inteligente, atrevida y sexy.

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It's also available in English--

Love, Michele Zurlo

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