Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Shall We Dance?

Sometimes as you get older, you discover something about yourself. In the last month, I have realized that I love to dance.

Not the beautiful, stately dances a la Jane Austen, or the romantic waltz that requires a skilled partner to be any fun. Just modern gyrations that make no sense other than they follow the beat (mostly). And they bring me joy.

Now, I am a terrible dancer. I admit this. For those of you who remember Seinfeld, cast your mind to Elaine’s spastic leg kicking and thumb tossing movements. I’m not that bad. I stay contained in my own space for the most part. But I love it.

I have discovered that it is fun to be forty-six years old and no longer give a flip about whether or not I look ridiculous. I am sorry it took me this long, but I am so grateful that it happened.

Whatever your age, if you try to stay open to the moving of your own heart, it may lead you to an undiscovered country. You might sing, you might write a song, you might climb a mountain. You might even dance.

Ever since Christy English picked up a fake sword in stage combat class at the age of fourteen, she has lived vicariously through the sword-wielding women of her imagination. Sometimes an actor, always a storyteller, Christy works happily with Sourcebooks Casablanca to bring the knife-throwing women of her novels to life. A banker by day and a writer by night, she loves to eat chocolate, drink too many soft drinks, and walk the mountain trails of her home in western North Carolina.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Battle of the Books: First Funny Moment by Gina Conkle

The Midnight Meetings series is growing with a novella and a full novel coming this year. The last time I blogged here, I featured the "first kiss" in both books (you can read "It's in His Kiss" here).

On my blog last week, I featured the "first meet" in both books (the curious can click here to read that one).

In the spirit of firsts, I'm presenting the first "funny moment" between the hero and heroine in The Lord Meets His Lady and Meet a Rogue at Midnight. The game is the same as the last time. Read the entries and weigh in with your vote in the comment section with which one you liked and why, because humor is just as individual as a kiss.

The prize? A $5 Amazon e-gift card.

The Lord Meets His Lady by Gina Conkle
(Midnight Meetings series, book 3)

The Set-Up: Genevieve Turner is a woman of ill-repute turning over a new leaf as respectable housekeeper in the north. She suspects Lord Marcus bamboozled her into working for him because he wants a racy Master-Servant relationship. Genevieve will have none of that. It's her first morning in service, and she's laying down the law.

His new housekeeper roved about his chamber, collecting discarded clothes. “You need a bath, milord. You smell like horse. I’ve already poured one for you.”
He grinned at her bluntness. Master-servant decorum didn’t matter here. He’d mentioned last night he couldn’t remember the last decent soak he’d had. A bath was perfect even if he’d need another one by the end of day.
He checked his chamber. “Where is my bath?”
“In the scullery.” She picked balled up stockings off the floor.
“That’s in the kitchen.”
“Sculleries usually are.” Miss Turner toed the ash pail closer to the fireplace. “Another requirement of mine: all bathing will be done in the scullery. I don’t haul wood or water upstairs.” She gave his night table a nod. The bottom drawer held the chamber pot. “And I don’t clean chamber pots.”
“But you’re the housekeeper,” he sputtered.
Her eyes sparked with mischief over an armful of laundry. “If you wanted a proper housekeeper, milord, you should’ve hired one.”
He was about to ask what kind of arrangement she’d made with Samuel, but someone banged the front door.
“That must be the Dutton sisters.” Miss Turner sashayed to his doorway, her voice light. “I poured your bath some time ago. If you want hot water, you’d better hurry.”
 “What?” His feet hit the cold floor.
Her breezy alto carried from the hallway. “Something to keep in mind, milord. Early risers get hot water.”

Meet a Rogue at Midnight by Gina Conkle
(Midnight Meetings series, book 4)

The Set-Up: Jonas returned home on Christmas Eve after ten years gone. He wants to settle things with his grandfather before leaving England for good. But, he had a surprise...an unusual Christmas Eve encounter with childhood friend, Livvy Halsey. In this scene he's off to find out what does she do in her tower?

He charged up the meadow’s rise, his lungs bursting with rare good feeling since returning home. Livvy leaned outside the tower window, her copper braid swaying as she huffed in her struggle with the rope. A hulking wooden chair swung merrily at the end.
            Cupping his mouth, he called out, “Need some help?”
            Livvy’s head snapped up. “Jonas? Is that you?”
            He jogged to clear the ground between them, cold air biting his cheeks. Red-nosed and determined, she wrestled with rope and furniture.
He grabbed the chair and looked up. “Have a care, or you’re going to fall.”
A pair of lovely breasts jostled against her bodice. “I’ve done this many times.”
“Of course you have. Doesn’t every Englishwoman hang out windows and haul furniture up by rope?”
            She stifled a giggle. “Don’t be impertinent. You can see I’m in the middle of something.”
Tufts of snow landed on his face. He made an effort to speak to her eyes, not her cleavage. “What are you doing in your tower? Spinning chairs into gold?”
            “In a manner of speaking, yes, I am.” She grinned at him. “You’re in high spirits.”
“It is Christmas Day.”
“So it is.” She focused on the chair and adjusted her grip on the rope. “Well, don’t let me keep you from your celebrations.”
She was giving him the brush-off? 

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To get in the drawing for the $5 Amazon e-gift card, please leave your vote in the comments below (which one made you smile biggest and why). Random drawing will be done noon ET Sept. 30, 2017 and announced here on the blog.

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Keep your eyes open for more "Battle of the Books" blog posts where I feature different romance novel firsts from Meet a Rogue at Midnight and The Lord Meets His Lady.

Gina Conkle writes lush Viking romance and sensual Georgian romance. Her books always offer a fresh, addictive spin on the genre, with the witty banter and sexual tension that readers crave. She grew up in southern California and despite all that sunshine, Gina loves books over beaches and stone castles over sand castles. Now she lives in Michigan with her favorite alpha male, Brian, and their two sons where she’s known to occasionally garden and cook.

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Friday, September 22, 2017

Happy Fall!

Happy First Day of Fall, everyone! Here in Texas it doesn't feel much like fall, of course, but we know how to pretend. I can carry my pumpkin latte while hanging my Halloween wreath--all in shorts and t-shirts, of course. Because it's still 90 degrees.

But I have more to celebrate this fall. In November the first book in my Survivors series releases. Third Son's a Charm has received a lot of advance praise and made a couple of lists of new books to read this fall, like this one from RetailMeNot.

I hope you're looking forward to it as well, and just to give you a peek, I've written a prologue, which introduces some of the characters and shows how the troop began. You can check it out if you're an RT Book Reviews Subscriber or get it free when you join my newsletter.

Happy Reading!

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Dreaming of a White Wolf Christmas is Coming! And Pretty Rocking Horses!

It's fall, still hot, hot, hot here in the Houston area.

So after all the flooding from Hurricane Harvey, I'm ready for cooler weather. The health department and DOD are spraying for the mosquitoes, which is another reason we need COOL weather!

Our roads were flooded and we couldn't get mail delivery, UPS delivery, couldn't navigate the roads out of the development for days. Electricity kept flickering on and off, and I had to give up on writing for a while because it kept shutting down my computer. But my daughter's home ( a half mile from me) and mine were fine. She had water on her patio and I gave her bags of bark mulch to help keep it from going higher. Food shortages galore. Need D batteries for camp lanterns, flashlights, out at all the stores? This was at a time when we realized the tropical storm had turned into a hurricane. No flashlights, camp lanterns, camp stoves.  Bottled water was gone and trucks couldn't get in to deliver it. So it was a wild couple of weeks.

The lightning was nonstop one night. We were under tornado watches and flood warnings constantly. When we were under tornado warning, I moved the puppies to an interior hall where we stayed.

But luckily, it skipped us. I gave to several church and pet shelter relief efforts. It was just heartbreaking what so many people had lost, and then while some were trying to dry out their furniture, others were stealing it!

Anyway, I felt so bad for everyone who died during the storm, or lost everything.

This is the second "historical weather event" I've been through since moving here a year ago. We had El Nino rains that were nonstop for days, just like with the hurricane, we had flooded roads and homes then too. My daughter and son-in-law assured me it never happens. Ever. Then Hurricane Harvey happened. *ahem*

So on lighter news, it's time for FALL, for wolves, and Christmas!

Dreaming of a White Wolf Christmas comes out in October!

Dreaming of a White Wolf Christmas
Oct 2017
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dreaming-White-Christmas-Terry-Spear/dp/1492645176
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dreaming-of-a-white-wolf-christmas-terry-spear/1125526072?ean=9781492645184
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dreaming-of-a-white-wolf-christmas/id1202348414?mt=11
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Terry_Spear_Dreaming_of_a_White_Wolf_Christmas?id=KHwFDgAAQBAJ
Indio: https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/dreaming-of-a-white-wolf/9781492645177

And my SEAL Wolves are on sale!

My SEAL series is on special for a limited time! time! SEAL Wolf by  Terry Spear
62 cents to 99 cents: The SEAL wolves are practically free! Be sure if you haven’t gotten them already to do so now. I don’t know how long it will last.

And I just had fun purchasing a couple of beautiful rocking horses, they're old, and I think replicas of antique ones.

They make me feel like Christmas!

Have a great day!!

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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Things I Learned After Breaking My Foot

I broke my foot. Unfortunately, when I went to the ER that night they misdiagnosed it as a sprained ankle. I was told the best way to heal was to get it moving again, so I spent two months walking on it and even went on a 10-day hiking trip! I diligently did exercises that were very good for a sprained ankle and very wrong for a broken bone. After two months I finally had an MRI that showed a broken navicular bone. It was back to the crutches!  Unfortunately, because I walked on it instead of letting it heal, the healing process may take a bit longer, so I'm going to be non-weight bearing on it for a while.

This is the kind of minor disaster that is supposed to teach you important life lessons.  So I sat down to write this blog about the important things I learned...and I drew a blank. The only thing I could come up with is - don't break your foot!  Now this is very good advice, but perhaps not exactly earth shattering, so I thought about it again, especially since if the purpose of breaking my foot was so I could learn something, I should figure out what it is so I can move on (not sure that's how life actually works, but it's what happens in books and as I am a writer, perhaps I need to play by those rules...)

So here are my life lessons from breaking my foot:

1) Don't break your foot.  I know, I know, pretty obvious, but important. Watch where you are going. Pay attention. Before I broke my broke my foot I zipped through life, always thinking ten steps ahead, not paying attention to the step I was on.  Be grounded. Figuratively and literally.

2) Come up with a better story.  So here's what happened to me. I was walking down cement stairs outside at night. I thought I was on the last stair so I was turning, my left leg crossing my body when the ground wasn't where it was supposed to be. I went down hard, did an inverse roll of my ankle, and felt a pop. This may be a sad tale, but it's not very exciting. Too many of my friends know the truth to come up with something really good. So if you ever break a bone, think up a better story quick. Make it something with flames and rescuing kittens and throw in a hunky guy who carries you to the hospital. Make it a good one because every person you meet for as long as you are on crutches is going to ask you what happened. Make it exciting!

3) A sense of humor is key. Crutches are evil. I think they were originally some medieval torture device. There is just no way to use them without either killing your armpits or your hands, or more likely both as you switch between them to try to get comfortable. The crutches aggravated my carpal tunnel so now I have a brace on my right wrist, which led everyone to start asking what happened to my hand (see the importance of coming up with a better story above). Sometimes you just have to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

4) Plan your next move. When movement takes effort and involves some difficulty, it's important to plan ahead. Stairs are my nemesis now. It's impossible to go up and down stairs with anything in my hands, so I have a bag to carry things. I need to think ahead as to where I'm going and what I need. To do this requires me to slow down and plan ahead. I can't do as many things as I was doing before, but what I can do I can give my whole focus and do well.

5) Accept help. In truth, I hate that. I want to be the helper not the helpee. I always want to feel like I have things under control. Of course, trying to live life balancing on one foot definitely puts a crimp in that plan. As much as it goes against the grain, sometimes it's good to swallow the pride, accept humility, and realize that there is no way you are going to carry a plate of food down the stairs while on crutches. Not going to happen. Trust me, I tried, and lost a delicious plate of pad thai in the process. Learn to accept help!

6) Forgive and move on. This is easier to say than do to. There has not been a day since the MRI that I don't wish I had been given the right diagnosis earlier so I could have healed faster. I wish I could go back and do it over again. And for that matter, I wish I could go back and walk down the stairs correctly to avoid all this. It seems so wrong that something that happened in a split second could have months of repercussions. It makes me grind my teeth in frustration that I was given the wrong medical advice. But traveling down that road doesn't make me happy. I can't change what happened, I can only deal with today. Forgiveness is a gift I am working on giving myself.

7) People are actually pretty nice. Trying to manage while injured, I have been surprised at how often strangers will offer to help. Since I can't move fast, this often leads to a friendly conversation. I've had people of every age group, gender, ethnicity, socioeconomic status, and any other grouping you can imagine, offer to help. Often they have their own stories of when they were injured. Breaking something seems to be a universal experience. It's a great ice-breaker. Everyone can relate. I've met people I probably never would have otherwise. In a world that can be full of division, this gives me hope.

Stay safe out there!

Monday, September 18, 2017

Being Texan: A Hurricane Story

Hey, all, it’s mid-September, and you know what that means: pumpkin-flavored edibles, back-to-school, football, and also, um, the hurricane season. Or rather, the downhill slide into the end of it. I live in Texas, grew up in Houston, and hurricanes are kind of baked into who I am. Actually, they’re part of my whole family. As a young man, my dad was one of those crazy dudes who drove against the evacuation traffic down to the Galveston seawall to watch Carla come in. As this was before I was born, I’m so very pleased he survived to pass along the crazy genes. Thanks, Dad.

My kids made Sharpie marks on the
storm glass barometer as Harvey was
coming in. It's kind of a family tradition.
I remember being a little kid and learning about barometric pressure and watching our little pressure gauge on the wall in the living room when the scratchy-sounding weather radio gave the update on the storm coordinates. My sister and I routinely placed bets on whether we’d get a direct hit. I cleaned up in frosted Pop-Tarts and near misses.

When Hurricane Alicia roared through in ’83, we had the funnest ever almost-like-camping party in the bathroom. The whole family squished in there for hours listening to the weather band while the storm wrenched the metal carport outside until it screamed like a B-horror slasher victim. Alicia went right over us, and I remember zipping out on my bike, up and down the block during the ceasefire of the hurricane’s eye, collecting a zillion pine cones and stacking them in the plastic basket on my handlebars. Doubtless I had big plans for crafts that I never got around to doing.

Momma hollered down the road for me to come back in, and I wondered why but went anyhow. And then the back half of Alicia blew in, and we retreated to the bathroom fortress, to stare at the mattress Dad had pressed up against the lone window and hope none of the giant pecan trees fell on our house.

In Austin, about four hours inland of
where Harvey made landfall, we got
4.5 inches of rain in around 15 hours.

Most of my childhood hurricane memories are washed in sepia tones of anticipation and school-free days and time spent with my family. In short, good times, good memories. Even evacuating out of Galveston as an adult with Ike on our tail was kind of fun, in that wow-that’s-a-lot-of-traffic way.

What happened recently in Texas and the Caribbean and Florida and Mexico wasn’t fun.

Not even to me.

Most of my family still lives in Houston, and texting with them through Harvey and the days of rain afterward was terrifying and frustrating, worse this time because I was hours away and had no way of getting there to help. All I could do was monitor the weather service and thumb-type feverishly and...donate.

So I donated a lot. And it felt like I was actually, you know doing something. If you also have felt helpless watching strangers on television who have lost everything they own and look sort of shell-shocked, here are the places I liked enough to send money to (my research into these places was not super in-depth, but they all offer updates on how the money is being used, which I appreciate):

J.J. Watt’s OneCaring Houston Flood Relief Fund: https://www.youcaring.com/victimsofhurricaneharvey-915053

Austin Pets Alive! (a no-kill animal shelter in Austin that took in hundreds of displaced pets from the Gulf Coast): https://www.austinpetsalive.org/

Tim Duncan’s US Virgin Islands Hurricane Relief YouCaring fund: https://www.theplayerstribune.com/tim-duncan-hurricane-irma-us-virgin-islands/

GlobalGiving Fund for Hurricane Irma relief in Florida: https://www.globalgiving.org/projects/hurricane-irma-relief-fund/

 And, Maria? You stay away from the islands and Florida, y'hear? They've been through enough. If only I knew of a super villain with weather control technology who could make you just go away. But that's just fiction. 

Sunday, September 17, 2017

SEAL Wolves 62 cents to 99 cents!

My SEAL series is on special for a limited time!

                                              SEAL Wolf by  Terry Spear
62 cents to 99 cents: The SEAL wolves are practically free! Be sure if you haven’t gotten them already to do so now. I don’t know how long it will last.

Have a great day!!

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
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Friday, September 15, 2017

Kim Redford Attends the Choctaw Labor Day Festival

The Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma (Choctaw Nation) held its annual Labor Day Festival on the capital grounds of the Council House built in 1884 at Tuskahoma (Tvshka Homma), August 31 to September 4, 2017. I was happy to be there along with approximately 250,000 other folks to enjoy music, culture, food, fun, and family.

If you like country and gospel music, you were in for a real treat with great performers filling the air with music every day. I particularly enjoyed listening to the legendary Alabama on Saturday night, sitting with my cousins near the Choctaw Amphitheater while an almost-full moon glowed overhead and a slight breeze cooled my face.

Naturally, I toured the arts & crafts building, lingering over goat-milk soap, Choctaw oil paintings of traditional scenes, hand-made furniture, Western books, turquoise and beaded jewelry, hand-thrown pottery, and so much else. I resisted taking home the entire lot of gorgeous items, but it wasn’t easy.

County fair-type food was there in abundance. I enjoyed traditional Indian Tacos made with fry bread topped by meat, onion, lettuce, tomato, and hot sauce. Of course, I also had to have grilled corn-on-the-cob. If I went even more decadent like the fried cheese cake, I’ll never admit it. Let’s just say everything I tried was delicious . . . and I waited an appropriate time before venturing to the wide variety of exhilarating carnival rides. 

With so much going on for so many days, I can’t possibly pick my favorite, so I’ll just list a few of the fun events: 5K race, gourd dancing, horseshoe tournament, volley ball, basketball, fast-pitch, terrapin race, buffalo tours, art show, storytelling, rabbit stick throw, mobile library, domino/checker tournament, quilt show, bow shoot, golf tournament, Choctaw dancers, and stickball tournament. Okay, I really like to watch stickball (similar to lacrosse) partly because it’s an ancient game of the Americas that at one time was used to decide the outcome of disputes between nations.

As always happens, the festival eventually came to an end with lots of happy folks heading out to their lives across the country while knowing they’d be back in another year to celebrate together again.   

Kim Redford is an acclaimed, bestselling author of Western romance novels. She grew up in Texas with cowboys, cowgirls, horses, cattle, and rodeos for inspiration. She divides her time between homes in Texas and Oklahoma, where she’s a rescue cat wrangler and horseback rider—when she takes a break from her keyboard. Visit her at Kim Redford.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

How Do You Audiobook?

Like most authors I know, I choose reading as my preferred way to relax and unwind. Like most humans I know, I have far too little free time to do this as often as I’d like. In fact, sitting down to read has become more of the exception than the rule, which means I’ve had to take steps to ensure I get my daily literary fix.
How do I do it? Audiobooks. And I’m not alone.
Audiobooks are currently the fastest-growing digital format in the book industry, a trend I’m happy to be a part of. Whether I’m going for a jog, washing dishes, folding laundry, or acting as family chauffeur, I love being able to plug in my earphones and travel to my favorite fictional worlds in a flash. I don’t, however, travel to just any fictional world: I tend to travel to the ones I’ve been to many, many times before.

See, for me, it’s difficult to listen to a book I’ve never read before. I think it’s because I feel pressured to pay attention; I love things like word choice and sentence construction, and these are harder to pick up on in audio form. I always end up forgetting things and replaying entire chapters so I don’t miss important parts. (Especially if I’m listening to a mystery, where one small clue can change everything.)

This means that instead of discovering new authors in audio form, I turn to my favorites time and time again. In fiction, I can often be found indulging in Georgette Heyer, Elizabeth Peters, and L.M. Montgomery. (Though don’t get me started on the narrator who mispronounced Avonlea every time.) For nonfiction, my rules aren’t quite as strict; I love listening to autobiographies from the author’s own voices, even if the book is new to me. Mindy Kaling and Amy Poehler are particular favorites.

Like turning on a favorite movie to play in the background, listening to these old favorites allows me to “read” as many books as I want while still attending to all those daily needs that come with having a family and a job. It’s not quite the same as sitting down on a beach lounge to read for eight hours straight, but it’s pretty close.

I also studiously avoid listening to my own books in audio form. I know a few brave authors who will do this to pick up on writing crutches or to re-familiarize themselves with their own worlds, but five seconds is more than enough to have me throwing the phone across the room and declaring, "Never again."

How about you? Do you audiobook? What kind of listening do you prefer? Any narrators you particularly love?
Tamara Morgan is the author of thirteen contemporary comedy romances and the new Penelope Blue series. Her books combine fast-paced antics and humor with heartfelt sentiment, and have been described as both “utterly unconventional and wonderfully smart.” Her debut novel was chosen as the Smart Bitches Trashy Books book club pick in April of 2012, and her books have since gone on to receive two starred reviews from Library Journal and three Romantic Times Magazine Top Picks, one of which was nominated in the 2014 RT Reviewers' Choice Awards in the Contemporary Love & Laughter category. 

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Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Top Five Favorite TV heroes in GIF form.

I've been gearing up for the release of The Right Kind of Reckless for a little over a month, and I'm growing more excited by the day to share with the world, Max and Lia. These two are the heart of my heart! Truly.

They were also quite different for me when it comes to characterization and how they were perceived. Lia, being the hard-headed do-it-herself kind of gal, and Max being the laid-back, let-it-happen kind of guy.

But alas, with my excitement, I need a distraction, because releasing a book makes me hella nervous. (As it does all authors, of course.) So what's my distraction you say? The return of all that has been lost since last spring.

AKA Fall TV shows and the heroes that make them fan-tabulous.

Be sure to comment below and tell me who your favorite TV hero is. :)

Without further ado, here are mine.

5. He's melts the hearts of many with his greasy hair and his broody attitude. He's a badass who fights zombies on Sunday night and needs no introduction other than The Walking Dead's Daryl Dixon.

4. He's the adorable red head my 13 year old can't get enough of... (And the boy who makes me wish I went to a school just his back in the day just so I could have something to ogle on the football field. (Well, besides my husband, of course.) :) Archie from Riverdale.

3. THIS is a two-for-one deal for me. I adore, adore, ADORE binging on Fuller house with my daughters. But shhhh... Don't tell them it's because I may have a slight (or HUGE) obsession with Fernando and Matt. I mean, look at their cuteness??

2. It's getting down to the wire, and yeah, I know I'm a wee bit picky when it comes to my boys. BUT there are very few shows I love come fall and this is one of them. (Don't judge me.) Rick has my heart. As does TWD in general. 

1. And my number one. Does he really need an introduction? Because if you don't know who he is, then you've been living under a rock. Heck, even if you don't watch the show, you should do he's that guy in a kilt.  Jamie from Outlander. 

He deserves ALL the gifs.

Just saying.

You're very welcome by the way. 

Maxwell Martinz

I'm in love with a woman I can't have, and there's absolutely nothing I can do to stop myself from falling.

The problem? Her brother's my best friend.

I shouldn't want her this much. Not when it goes against the bro code. Not when I've never been able to commit to a woman for longer than a night.

But one look into her eyes and I'm a mess for her. She's my everything. And I have to walk away with nothing.

The Right Kind of Reckless Coming November 7th, 2017
Pre-order today!


Between boot camp and two TOD's in Iraq, my buddies Max, Gavin and me have been through some serious hell. So the last thing I ever expected was to find the biggest challenge of my life back home.

My girlfriend died. I couldn't even attend her funeral, let alone tell her goodbye or that I'm sorry I wasn't there like I should've been.

But she left me a gift. The best and scariest one I could've ever asked for. One I didn't think I could handle...until the day I saw her tiny blues looking up at me in that airport. Chloe.

Now here I am, raising my baby girl-with the help of my two best friends. Things couldn't be better.

Until she walked into my life.

All I wanted was a nanny. Someone to take care of my girl when I couldn't. What I didn't count on was Addison, the brown-eyed temptress with a body of sin, and everything I didn't need, but suddenly wanted.

Reckless Hearts is out now!

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Mary Wine's Fourth Highland Weddings Book, Highland Flame, Is Out Now!

Highland Flame, the fourth book in Mary Wine's Highland Weddings series, is out now!


Laird Diocail Gordon has just inherited his uncle’s run down castle and rag-tag clan. He knows the sorry sight of the castle would send any woman running, but is determined to find a wife to help return his home to its former glory. 

Widowed lady Jane Stanley is determined to return to England, even if she has to tromp through the Scottish Highlands on foot to get there. Her travels lead her straight into the midst of a troop of dangerous Highland warriors. The mysterious, brawny laird forbids his men to harm her, and the spark between them is immediate. The only way Diocail can keep her safe is to take her home with him, but will the miserable state of his clan douse her newly ignited Highland flame?

Enjoy this excerpt from Highland Flame!

The man in front of her was huge. She’d rarely seen his match. He was a mountain of pure muscle with bulky shoulders and wrists she doubted she could close her hand around. He was dressed in a kilt and doublet, but he had the sleeves of it open and hooked behind his back, his shirtsleeves pushed up to bare his forearms as though he didn’t feel the chill of the night air.
She, on the other hand, was shivering as the cold licked her skin and cut through her smock.
“I suppose it does nae,” he answered her, tilting his head to one side as he contemplated her. He kept his attention on her face, resisting the urge to look down her body. Most of his men didn’t afford her the same respect.
What do you expect, Jane? You are nearly naked.
And starving. But Fate had delivered her here when she least expected it, so she wouldn’t allow herself to crumble beneath the weight of her circumstances.
One dilemma at a time.
“Thank you for your assistance.” She drew in a deep breath and started to walk back toward the thicket.
“Stay where ye are, woman.”
If she hadn’t realized he was in command of the group of men before, the tone of his voice would have driven that fact home. He was accustomed to being obeyed. When he turned his head slightly, she caught sight of his bonnet. Three feathers were secured to the side of it, all of them raised. She’d been in Scotland long enough to know they were the mark of a laird.
“As you have noted, I have naught, so I cannot repay you except with my gratitude.” She spoke evenly and with the poise that living beneath her stepmother’s iron rule had bred in her. “I have a great deal of ground to cover and must be on my way.”
“Where are ye going like that?” the man next to her demanded.
A quick look toward him, and she noticed that one of his feathers was raised. That made him a captain of some sort.
“Back to England and my father’s house,” she answered, trying not to sound as defeated by that prospect as she felt. There was no alternative, so no use dreading what had to be. “Since I am widowed.”
The men ringing her suddenly nodded, some of them muttering that her situation made sense. Their stances eased now that they could understand her appearance. The harsh truth was that more than one woman had been turned out in her shift when her husband was no longer alive to protect her from his family. Such was the fate of many a bride who wed against the wishes of the groom’s family. Without children or contract or powerful relatives, everything she had might be claimed as dowry and kept while she was discarded.
Tossed into the gutter…
She started to step around the man in front of her, and he shook his head. “I told ye to stay where ye are, lass.”
He was tempering his tone now, making her feel very much like a mare being gentled. His words set off a shiver down her spine. There was something so very strong about him. It was more than his muscle; it was the way he watched her, the set of his jaw as he contemplated her.
“And I have told you I must be on my way.” A man such as he was understood strength, so she would meet his determination measure for measure. “Excuse me.”
She made it a few steps past him, just enough for her to feel a breath of relief moving through her, before he swept her right off her feet. She gasped and choked as he tossed her up and over his shoulder. But her face nearly caught fire with shame when he slapped one of his hands down on her bottom to keep her in place as he walked back toward their camp.
“You cannot—”
He was dumping her onto the ground before she finished protesting. At the last moment, he controlled her descent and she landed with only a jolt instead of the hard impact she’d been expecting. She ended up looking up at him from where he’d deposited her on her backside.
“Ye’ll be staying with us, mistress. Best set yer mind to it, for I’ve no wish to fight with ye.”
“I will do no such thing.” She stood up but stepped back when one of her knees tried to collapse. She pushed her foot into the ground to steady herself and faced off with her tormentor. “You have no right to lay hands on me.”
“I am Diocail Gordon.” He didn’t move back an inch, which meant they were a single step from one another, and she had to tip her head back to maintain eye contact with him. “And ye are on me land.”
“Which I will be most happy to leave,” she insisted firmly.

“The last thing I need is an Englishwoman raped on me land,” he answered her. “I do nae know who yer husband was, but it’s a good thing the man is dead because I’m of the mind to break his fool neck for wedding ye and leaving ye in such circumstances.”
His words shamed her with how kind they truly were, although gallant was more fitting once she thought it through. He was rough and hardened and so completely suited to his environment that she found herself admiring him. However, the observation drove home how very far from home she was.
“Your intentions due you much credit, Sir Diocail,” she said sweetly. “Yet I cannot stay in this company.”
“I am no knight. Ye’re in the Highlands, lass, and I am sorry to say I can nae afford ye any better circumstances than being in the company of me men. For the moment, it will be better than yon thicket and the men who have grudges against the English. Which they will have few reservations against settling at yer expense.”
His captain slid up close to her, making her shift away from him. He offered her a harassed look before tossing something at her. She caught it, simply out of reflex, trembling when she realized it was a thick traveling cloak.
The scratchy wool was more dear than the finest silk. She was shaking with the anticipation of being wrapped inside it.
Diocail nodded in approval toward his man. “Put that on and sit down, mistress. I’ll decide how to deal with ye in the morning. For now, me men and I are going to enjoy our supper. Kindly do nae make it necessary for one of us to hand-feed ye like a babe because we have to tie ye up so we can enjoy our meal.”
“You would not dare,” Jane exclaimed.
She realized her error immediately. This man lived for challenges.
Diocail Gordon’s lips twitched, curling up on one side into what might have been a grin if there was anything remotely attractive about the motion. No, it was menacing and too full of promise for her to dismiss. She wanted to think she might argue but knew without a doubt it was a useless fight that would cost her the advantage of being free.
And they were going to feed her and warm her.
Beggars simply couldn’t be choosers.

Well, better a beggar than a whore.

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