Monday, September 17, 2018

WWA Feature: Kara O'Neal's The Cowboy's Embrace

Wild Women Authors welcomes Kara O'Neal back with The Cowboy's Embrace, the latest in her Pike's Run series. First up is Deacon Tolbert.
Where are you from? I was born in Alabama, spent the best parts of my childhood in New Mexico, but I’ve lived in Texas most of my life and it’s been good to me.
What did you think the first time you saw Lily Spero? I can’t remember. We grew up together, and she was my childhood friend. We were very close. Like ham and potatoes. I thought we’d be friends forever, then our families were killed. And we were…separated. 
What was your second thought? I can tell you what I thought the second time she walked into my life. We were older, and I didn’t know who she was at first, but I thought she was a vision. She was so beautiful and graceful. She was a rose among the thorns of the wild.
Did you feel it was love at first sight? It might have been. But when I found out who she was, I ran. I couldn’t face her after…what I’d done. And then I didn’t delve into how I felt the moment I set eyes on her again.
What do you like most about Lily? She’s tough. She nails me to the wall repeatedly when I get thick-skulled, and keeps me going. She’s talented. She’s got several poems published, and I love reading the pictures she paints with words.
How would you describe her? Loving. Love always comes first with her.
How would she describe you? Stubborn. Hard-working. Steady. But stubborn would be the first word she’d use.
What made you choose ranching as a career? The wide open spaces and the freedom. I like the solitude it gives me, as well.
What is your biggest fear? Losing the people I love.
How do you relax? Riding across the range. There is nothing like a Texas sky.
Who is your favorite fictional character? I’m not much of a reader. I enjoy my wife’s poems, but that’s all I’ll sit still for.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? This came from my wife: 'God isn’t a God of chaos.' I needed to hear that, and I remind myself of that whenever my past takes over my thoughts.
Thank you for taking time to speak with us, Deacon. We'd like to talk to Kara for a bit. What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? Anne of Green Gables is a major influence on me, as is Little Women, but these came early in my life. As an adult, I found Jane Austen; her novels are truly literary magic.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? Bordersville is a real community, and it’s a part of this book. It is a historical place, one that deserves recognition and landmark status. I had to write a story that included this amazing community.
What book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? Oh, goodness. Here we go: The White Princess, Infidel, The Velvet Hours, The Lost Wife, All God’s Dangers: The Life of Nate Shaw, Katherine, The Twelve Tribes of Hattie.
Lastly, what's up next and when can we expect to see it on the shelves? I have just submitted book eleven in the Pike’s Run Series, Destiny’s Secrets. I am hoping to hear a release date soon!

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Friday, September 14, 2018

Focus on: Retribution by Toni V. Sweeney

Retribution (Book 5 of the kan Ingan Archives, Part 2 of the Arcanian Chronicles)
Arcanis is in civil war. The margravine has been deposed. A plague rages.

Sent by TerraFormation with vaccine to help the war-torn planet survive, Miles Sheffield is reunited with his best friend and his niece, offering them refuge on Terra.

When Pallas and the other women on the FSS Clara Barton are abducted, Aric, Miles, and the crew begin a search taking them beyond the Emeraunt Galaxy to the law-forsaken depths of the Fringes.

There, Aric faces an old enemy he never again expected to see, and a fight to the death for possession of his own wife. Old hatreds are revived and old memories return to life as he makes a decision affecting not only the Throne of Arcanis but the eventual fate of his own family.

An Excerpt From Retribution:
Dr. Thorpe? Wayne Thorpe?”
Yes, I'm Dr. Thorpe,” he acknowledged. Setting down the grid, he walked over to Miles, studying his face carefully. “Do I know you?”
It’s Miles...Sheffield. I guess you probably don’t remember—”
Little Miles?” The doctor laughed. He took a step backward, giving him a quick once-over with bright hazel eyes. “To use an old cliché…my, how you’ve grown.” He called over his shoulder, “Maeve, you and Carol finish without me.”
As one of the nurses nodded, he threw an arm across Miles’ shoulders.
How could I ever forget my almost brother-in-law? Come on, we’ve got some catching up to do. So, you’re the M. Sheffield in charge of this little mercy mission? I didn’t make the connection.”
Miles admitted he was, adding, “I wasn’t sure you’d want to remember me.”
Listen, Miles, just because your sister jilted me and nearly ruined my life doesn’t mean I want to forget everything about that time. For example, I still remember what a little pest you were.”
Out of all the memories, you had to pick that one?” Miles laughed.
They settled in the mess hall, drinking the grain-beverage concoction long ago replacing coffee as the National Drink, poured from one of the portable synthesizers assigned to each table.
Thorpe explained he’d been doing research at a TF hospital in Pennsylvania.
After I got my act back together when Elizabeth dumped me, I decided to tackle the most difficult field I could find. Something to keep me so damned busy I wouldn’t have time to feel sorry for myself. I’m a qualified expert in viruses, though I certified as a general practitioner after I graduated.”
He picked up his cup, swirling the contents slightly.
I think that was the worse period of my life, being dropped like that and pulling that idiotic stunt of trying to drink a bottle of Nirvana-laced whiskey. If my cousin hadn’t found me, and my father hadn’t been influential enough to have my treatment records destroyed... My budding medical career would’ve ended then and there. I had a lot of time to think while I was recuperating and realizing what a fool I’d been.” He laughed slightly. “Ironic how it worked out, isn’t it?”
You mean your being on this ship?”
All of it. If I hadn’t missed that year of school getting all that psychiatric treatment for…well, the official diagnosis was depression, I wouldn’t have come back just as the viral lab position came open. Dad suggested I apply.” He studied the dark brown liquid in his cup. “Which would, a long way down the road, put me on this ship, going to help a woman who, if things had been different, would be my daughter. Tell me, Miles, does she look like Elizabeth?”
Miles paused a moment before answering.
How many times have I heard that same tone when anyone speaks of Elizabeth? Or seen that expression? Elizabeth Sheffield might have been dead for nearly twenty years, but to any man who knew her, she was still very much alive
She has my sister’s blue eyes, but she’s more beautiful then Elizabeth ever was.”
Does she have her mother’s disposition?”
As far as Thorpe was concerned, Elizabeth Sheffield had been the most selfish, manipulative female in existence, a bitch who twisted men around her little finger until they howled in pain though they enjoyed it while it was happening. He’d always been aware she agreed to marry him only because her parents wished it. Because of that, he let her have her way in the hopes she’d at least tolerate him. He didn’t say any of that, of course, merely looked over at Miles and smiled, a little ironically, to show he hadn’t really meant that last question…though he really did.
Wait’ll you meet her.” Miles let his own fondness for Pallas color his words. “You’ll love her. You won’t be able to help yourself.”
Somehow, Thorpe doubted that. Once bitten, twice careful, especially where the daughter of the woman jilting him was concerned.


About Our Focus Author:

Toni V. Sweeney has lived 30 years in the South, a score in the Middle West, and a decade on the Pacific Coast and now she’s trying for her second 30 on the Great Plains.

Since the publication of her first novel in 1989, Toni divides her time between writing SF/Fantasy under her own name and romances under her pseudonym Icy Snow Blackstone. In March, 2013, she became publicity manager for Class Act Books (US). She is also on the review staff of the New York Journal of Books. In 2016, she was named a Professional Reader by

In 2015 and 2016 Toni was voted one of the Top 10 authors of those years by Preditors & Editors Readers Poll. In 2013, the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewer’s Choice voted The kan Ingan Archives (Part Two of the Arcanian Chronicles) a Special Mention, and the following year, named the individual novels The Man from Cymene, and Space Studs, from the same series two of the Top 8 SF/fantasy novels of 2014.

As of 2018, Toni currently has 55 novels in print, including 3 series, and 3 trilogies.

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Monday, September 10, 2018

Focus: Young Hawks Flying, Toni V. Sweeney

Wild Women Authors welcomes Toni V. Sweeney and Young Hawks Flying, Book 5 of the Narrative of Riven the Heretic, Part 1 of the Arcanian Chronicles.

. . . .With the death of their parents in the Genocide Wars, the orphaned sons of Riven kan Ingan and his beloved Barbara flee to separate countries to escape the margrave's injustice.
. . . . Eldest son Val rides north to Ghermia, his mother’s country, where he’s taken in by a band of barbarian marauders as ruthless as he. Ilke the Priest and nine-year-old Merigan turn their horses’ south, seeking sanctuary among the tribes in the Assamedean desert.
. . . . Twins Hroric and Shael go to the far eastern kingdom of Chalêit, where their reckless natures enable them to become accomplished thieves.
. . . . All agree to return and help Val avenge their parents, but none believe that will happen. Until then… adventure, danger, death, and love await Riven’s five sons as they grow to adulthood and gain the strength to exact their revenge upon the insane margrave of Francovia.

Hroric and Shael rode east.
Being the first to leave the castle, they were ignorant of the slaughter taking place in the courtyard after Val rode through the gates. They avoided the mountain pass into Ghermia, riding along the border and through the foothills, across the border into Chalêit.
That kingdom was a land in harsh contrast to Francovia. Rocky-soiled and barren, the sloping hills were dark and brown with few trees covering them. To the twins, accustomed to the green leafy forests and deep meadows of Lindenscraig, their new surroundings were a shock.
At the last farmhouse, the goodwife was apologetic that she had no more than a loaf of freshly-baked bread to give the two young men, for she knew it would take more than that to nourish their large, youthful bodies. In return, Shael chopped wood for her. Stacking it neatly against the wall of the farmhouse, he finished the task her husband had begun before returning to the fields.
Afterward, sitting under a stunted dry stick of a tree, with the horses grazing nearby, they finished the last of the bread.
As he swallowed the crust he’d been chewing, Shael rubbed a finger across his palm. The ax handle had raised blisters and though he didn’t complain, he touched the broken skin gingerly. Trying not to wince at the stings it engendered, he bit his lip.
“We’d best get going.” He stood.
“To where?” Rory made no move to follow, looking up at his twin. His voice was sullen as he repeated his question. “Where will we go? Do you think Val and Ilke and Merigan got away?”
“How should I know?” Shael answer was angry as he flung himself back against the tree. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Why not?” Rory demanded. “Will ignoring what happened make it right again? Will it bring back our parents or take us back to Lindenscraig?”
Ever since their frantic ride through the mountain pass, Shael refused to say anything about the battle or what followed. Now, by bringing up the subject, Rory realized for the first time in their lives, he and his brother were dangerously close to fighting.
“Val said one day we’ll avenge ourselves, and I believe that,” Shael answered, his voice startlingly quiet after his outburst. He caught his twin by the shoulder, staring into his brother’s amber eyes. “He said we’ll be together again. If there’s a way to survive, Val will find it.” He looked away. “One day, we’ll triumph.” He repeated the words as if trying to convince himself, as well as Rory, they were true. “One day.”
He made a dismissing motion with one hand. “We won’t talk of this again, Rory. I’ll see our parents in my dreams and I’ll mourn them but I don’t wish to speak of this ever.”
Nodding in silent agreement, Rory got to his feet, walking to his horse. The animal raised its head, nickering softly. The two goldens had no trouble telling their masters apart. He stood a moment, rubbing the horse’s ears, keeping his head turned away until he was certain he’d conquered his desire to sob.
“Let’s go.” He looked at Shael, who was hastily rubbing a hand across his eyes. “We’ve wasted enough time.”


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Monday, September 3, 2018

For The Love of Hawthorne by Diana Rubino

This week, Wild Women Authors is pleased to feature For The Love of Hawthorne. by author Diana Rubino. Set in 19th century Salem, Massachusetts, the novel tells the story of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s clairvoyant bride who rescued her beloved husband from a curse which spanned generations.

About For The Love of Hawthorne:
          Salem, Massachusetts witnessed horrific and shameful events in 1692 that haunted the town for three centuries. Accused as witches, nineteen innocent people were hanged and one was pressed to death. Judge John Hathorne and Reverend Nicholas Noyes handed down the sentences. One victim, Sarah Good, cursed Noyes from the hanging tree: “If you take away my life, God will give you blood to drink!” She then set her eyes on Judge Hathorne. “I curse you and your acknowledged heirs for all time on this wicked earth!” Hathorne was not only Sarah Good’s merciless judge; he also fathered her son Peter and refused to acknowledge him.
          In 1717, Nicholas Noyes choked on his own blood and died. Every generation after the judge continued to lose Hathorne land and money, prompting the rumor of a family curse. By the time his great great grandson Nathaniel was born, they faced poverty.
Ashamed of his ancestor, Nathaniel added the ‘w’ to his last name. His novels and stories explore his beliefs and fears of sin and evil, and he based many of his characters on overbearing Puritan rulers such as Judge Hathorne.

Meet Diana Rubino:
          My passion for history and travel has taken me to every locale of my books and short stories, set in Medieval and Renaissance England, Paris, Egypt, the Mediterranean, colonial Virginia, New England, Washington D.C. and New York.
My urban fantasy romance, FAKIN’ IT, won a Top Pick award from Romantic Times. I’m a member of Romance Writers of America, the Richard III Society and the Aaron Burr Association. My husband Chris and I own CostPro, an engineering firm based in Boston. In my spare time, I bicycle, golf, play my piano, devour books of any genre, and spend as much time as possible living the dream on my beloved Cape Cod.
          I live near Salem and have been to all the Hawthorne landmarks there, and in Concord. The House of the Seven Gables has been my favorite house in the world since I'm a kid. I've always felt a strong spiritual connection to Salem, and always wanted to write one of my books set there, including the witch trials.
          I read several of his books and stories, to get a better background on him. Nathaniel wrote from the heart, about his true beliefs, and his loathing of how the witch victims were treated. He did consider it disgraceful, and it certainly was. He added the 'w' to his last name to distance himself from the judge. That tormented him and his family all his life. It must have been cathartic to him to have his writing as his outlet.

Diana brought an excerpt from For The Love of Hawthorne in which Sophia and Nathaniel visit his cousin, Susan Ingersoll, who lived in The House of the Seven Gables:

I went over to a curio cabinet and swept my eyes over the items on the shelves—a china doll wearing a calico dress, a stack of gold cups and saucers, a red and blue glass checkerboard propped up to display its surface…and a wooden hammer on the top shelf. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was a gavel that judges use in trials. Out of curiosity I picked it up and a shock ran through me as if electrified. Dear God, was it that gavel?
I dropped it to the rug. It landed with a thump. I bent to retrieve it. Somehow I knew it wouldn’t shock me this time—that was only an initial warning. “Something about it made me want to touch it, to pick it up and hold it.”
Nathaniel approached me. He stared at the gavel in my hand, horror darkening his eyes. His lips parted but no words emerged. I knew what he was thinking—the curse. He turned to his cousin, pointing at the gavel, his arm trembling.
Susan hurried over to us, took it from me and placed it back on the shelf. “Yes, it’s Judge Hathorne’s. What happened, Sophie? Are you all right?”
I looked down at my open hands, palms up. They burned as if I’d touched a hot poker. “That gavel—it carries something evil. Has anything happened to you with this, Susie?”
Nathaniel backed away and before Susan could answer me, he grasped her arm. “I begged you to get rid of that accursed thing! You know it shouldn’t be here!”
She looked from him to me, heaving a deep sigh. “I’m not inclined to dispose of it, Natty. It’s a family heirloom, notwithstanding its past.”
He gripped the chair, his face drained of color. “It’s downright evil. You know what he used that thing for.”
She held her hands up in surrender. “Very well, I’ll conceal it.” She took it off the shelf and slid it behind the checkerboard.
“That should not be in this house!” He stood his ground, his eyes fixed on the checkerboard as if it would melt in such close proximity to that horrid object.
“It’s fine there, Natty. It’s concealed from sight now.” She looked at me and gestured for me to sit again. I sat and gulped my sherry.
“Nathaniel’s always overcome with distress at the witch trials.” Susan explained what I already knew.
“And so should you be,” he cut in.
“If I must speak for Judge Hathorne, I heard stories of him from my grandfather.” Susan looked from Nathaniel to me. “The whole hysteria that caught up the judge was started by unscrupulous men to further their own riches. But spectral evidence was still admissible. No sane person could believe that blithery.”

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In addition to the above excerpt, we had time to talk with Sophia, Nathaniel's devoted wife:
Where are you from? Born in Salem, Massachusetts
Tell us a bit about For The Love of Hawthorne. It is the story of my quest to save my beloved husband Nathaniel from a perceived curse that plagued his family for two centuries. Their ancestor was Judge Hathorne, who condemned 20 innocent people to death during the Salem Witch Trial hysteria. I used my talent as a medium to contact my ancestor, Sarah Good, one of the victims, who cursed the judge from the gallows, to convince Nathaniel that she forgave the judge, and hence, ended the curse…but I never believed Sarah cursed anyone.
What did you think the first time you saw Nathaniel? My sister Lizzie came up to my room when I had a splitting headache and told me that Nathaniel was downstairs and wanted to meet me. I did not want to meet him. “You never saw anything so splendid,” she said. “He is handsomer than Lord Byron.” To which I said, “I think it rather ridiculous to get up. If he has come once, he will come again.” But I couldn’t stop myself from tiptoeing out and peeking over the banister. Staring as if entranced, I put my hand over my dancing heart. Oh, handsomer than Lord Byron, all right!
Works for us. What was your second thought? That was when we met. I thought he was shy and uneasy in social settings.
Did you feel it was love at first sight? Not quite love yet, but an overpowering infatuation that nearly knocked me over.
What do you like most about Nathaniel? He’s unpretentious and a genuine human being. Even after achieving all his success, he was accessible to his fans and never snubbed anyone.
How would you describe him? Imaginative, sensitive, standoffish, reclusive
Interesting. How would he describe you? Artistic, spiritual, gregarious, outgoing
What made you choose art reproduction for a career? I’ve always loved to draw and I’m very good at it but wish I were better. I keep working at it.
What is your biggest fear? I’ll have a psychic vision of something terrible.
How do you relax? Painting is my relaxation, gazing at a beautiful landscape and capturing it on canvas.
Who is your favorite fictional character? Lucie Manette from A Tale of Two Cities.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? Dr. Channing, who’d applied lovely, gentle, delicate, knowing, graceful, active leeches to me in early attempts to cure my headaches, admired my art and suggested I work from my own mind, that is, paint originals.
This has been terrific, Sophie. We thank you for taking the time to chat with us. 

Monday, August 27, 2018

Wild Women Features: Sunset in Laguna by Claire Marti

. . . . .Returning to Laguna Beach after four tours in the Middle East, Christian Wolfe leaves the military behind and buys a wine bar, vowing to keep his life simple. He fights to keep his devastating PTSD a secret and refuses to burden anyone else with his baggage. When stunning Kelly Prescott and her red stilettos saunter into town, she drives him past the bonds of his self-control.
. . . . .Successful in her father’s stuffy law firm, Kelly’s too compassionate to survive in the cutthroat world of corporate litigation. Leaving behind both family and courtroom drama, she moves to Laguna to become general counsel for a nonprofit veterans’ organization.
. . . . . She didn’t bargain on a gorgeous modern-day Heathcliff, and in Christian, she sees another kind of challenge—one she can’t resist.

Wild Women Authors is pleased to feature author Claire Marti and Kelly Prescott from Sunset in Laguna, a contemporary romance, soon to be released [August 29th!!] by the Wild Rose Press. Welcome, Claire and Kelly. As usual, first up is Kelly.  
Where are you from? I grew up in San Diego, California.
What did you think the first time you saw Christian Wolfe? After I caught my breath I thought, is that Heathcliff?
What was your second thought? Seriously, who is this tall, dark, and mysterious man?
Did you feel it was love at first sight? No, I met him a while ago when my best friend Sophie Barnes and I went to Vines, the wine bar he owns in Laguna. I was still dating my ex, but I definitely thought Christian was gorgeous.
What do you like most about him? At first he seemed aloof. As I’ve gotten to know him, I realized he’s just reserved, but uncovering the layers and finding his dry sense of humor was great. And he is the best kisser.
How would you describe him? Did you know he was a war hero? He was a Major in the Special Forces over in the Middle East, so he’s a leader, he’s brave, he’s a little cocky, but beneath the tough surface, he’s got a heart of gold. And, not to be shallow or anything, but he is really handsome.
How would he describe you? Hmmm…now as opposed to when we first met? I think he assumed I was a snooty attorney because I worked for my father’s corporate law firm before I moved up to Laguna. Now he’s gotten to know me better, I think he’d say I’m actually down-to-earth, smart, kind, and I know he’s kind of obsessed with my red stilettos.
What made you choose law as a career? How long do you have to listen to this one? Seriously though, law wasn’t my first choice, but because of some family issues, I allowed my dad to persuade me to go to law school and then somehow he roped me into his firm. I was miserable in corporate litigation and now I am so happy to be using what I learned for a good cause as General Counsel for Peaceful Warrior, a non-profit veterans organization.
What is your biggest fear? That I won’t be able to make a big enough positive impact on the world.
How do you relax? Spending time with friends or Christian, walking on the beach, yoga, and reading.
Who is your favorite fictional character? Howard Roark, the hero of The Fountainhead.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? You can’t save another person, you can only be supportive, but you’ve got no control over anything except for your emotions and reactions.
          Thanks for allowing us an insider's view of you as a person and as an attorney. We'd like to talk with Claire now.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? So many! Let’s see, I love Nora Roberts and her trilogies inspired me to write romance. I especially love the Gallagher’s of Ardmore trilogy and even traveled to Ardmore, Ireland last year because of the books. Ernest Hemingway, especially A Moveable Feast and The Sun Also Rises, Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead, and I’ll admit the Twilight series captured my heart. Team Edward all the way. My movie taste is eclectic––everything from Pulp Fiction and Quentin Tarantino (which don’t inspire my writing, ha ha) and romantic comedies like A Fish Called Wanda, and How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? Well, I used to be an attorney and always felt like a fish out of water in the corporate litigation world. Like Kelly, my heart was too soft to handle the cutthroat business. Also, we adopted our dog Josie from an organization that I modeled Pups-4-Vets on. The group rescues dogs from shelters and groups and trains them to be service dogs for returning veterans.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? I’m published with The Wild Rose Press. I discovered them through the Romance Writers of America and I submitted because I learned they were open to new writers and that the editors were excellent.
What book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? Oh boy, I’ve got piles in a few rooms and a loaded Kindle. Let’s see, The Wedding Date by Jasmine Guillory, More or Less a Countess by Anna Bradley, The Duke with the Dragon Tattoo by Kerrigan Byrne, to name a few.
Lastly, what's up next and when can we expect to see it on the shelves? Sunset in Laguna releases on August 29th. I’ve got a new book under submission and a few agents are reviewing it now. We’ll see!
To learn more about author Claire Marti, go to:
Twitter: @clairepmarti
Instagram: @clairepmarti

Claire brought along an excerpt for us:

          Maybe he just needed a punishing session with the punching bag or a few fingers of Jameson whiskey. Stop being such a damn wuss. Workouts and alcohol weren’t driving the demons away. He stepped forward.
          Something needed to change.
          “Christian?” A husky voice lilted his name.
His head whipped to the right. A beautiful woman dressed in a conservative dark suit and tortoiseshell glasses stared at him. Somewhere in his brain he registered dangerously toned legs encased in red skyscraper-high stilettos.
          Sweat popped onto his brow, and he swallowed, his throat suddenly parched. Recognition flooded his system when he dragged his gaze up from those spiked heels. Her tawny cat eyes captured his—Kelly Prescott. Didn’t she live in San Diego?
          “Um, hey, Kelly.” What the hell was she doing at Peaceful Warrior?
          “What are you—?”

          “Why are you—?”

          “Ladies first.” Distract. Deflect. Damn it to hell.
          “Well, it’s kind of a secret at the moment, but I’m about to interview for the general counsel position here.” The corners of her rosy lips curved up.
          “General counsel?” For some reason he couldn’t seem to utter more than two words at a time.
          “Yes. They’ve needed one for a long time and recently got a grant to fund it. So here I am.” She walked toward him. Hints of cinnamon and some exotic scent assaulted his nostrils.
          He drew in his abs and expanded his chest. Kind of like a rooster. He grunted. “You’re going to commute?”
          “No, if I get the job, I’m actually moving up here.” She shrugged and flashed perfect white teeth, oblivious of his discomfort.
          “Huh.” Over a year ago, her golden beauty had caught his attention when she’d accompanied his buddy Nick and Sophie to Vines. He’d been single at the time—hell, he was always single—and asked Nick about her. She was Sophie’s best friend. His attraction cooled when he’d learned she was a wealthy corporate attorney working for her daddy’s firm and dating another lawyer. Too complicated.
          “So what are you doing here?” She tilted her head up, still about a foot shorter than he was, even with those damn shoes that would be forever burned into his brain.
          “Oh, just taking a break from work, getting some fresh air.” He gestured with palms sweatier than they’d ever been in the searing heat of the Middle East.

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Sunday, August 19, 2018

UnBound by Kendra Greenwood

Wild Women Authors is pleased to focus on: UnBound
A contemporary romantic suspense, a June 2018 release out of Blushing Books Publishers.

It feels like the end of the world until someone loves you.

. . . You’re not allowed to be a coward and be in love. You must choose one.

        Special Agent Laura Logan had a difficult childhood and that’s putting it mildly. Laura channeled her buried rage into her studies, earned a law degree and joined the FBI. As a member of the new human trafficking task force, Laura wants to impress and she wants to make the perps pay.
        Detective Lieutenant Steve Moretti moonlights at a very exclusive adult club, his reward is a free membership along with other perks. His family is pressuring him to find a nice woman and settle down, but that bridge was burned by his ex. His new view: Marriage is betting half your stuff that you’ll love someone forever.
       A kidnapping shocks Steve’s town and the FBI is called in. Steve and Laura meet at the crime scene, sparks fly, and they work the case together. As passion ignites, their no-love commandment is tested. Can they overcome the heartbreak of betrayal and learn to love before it’s too late? Are they so afraid they refuse to love at all?

Publisher’s Note: This is book two in the Steel and Desire series, but reads as a stand alone.

About our Focus Author:
     Kendra Greenwood has always been a storyteller. She often told stories to her kids at bedtime in lieu of reading to them. A serious daydreamer, she used to think it the complete opposite of her education and work in the sciences, but now realizes scientists are the ultimate daydreamers. Fantasy has always been an escape for Kendra…weaving a thrilling romantic tale around TV and film characters, her favorite way to fall asleep at night. Inspired by authors J.R. Ward, Cherise Sinclair and Sylvia Day, she decided to write her own series: Steel and Desire.

     Kendra grew up on the beaches of Long Island’s bucolic east end, but recently relocated to Virginia. When she’s not writing you can find her in the kitchen whipping up something scrumptious or in the studio painting, or fusing glass into decorative dishes.

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Friday, August 17, 2018

Focus: Return by Toni V. Sweeney

Wild Women Authors Focus on: Return (Book 4 of the kan Ingan Archives, Part 2 of the Arcanian Chronicles) by Toni V Sweeney

. . . . .In an attempt to clear himself of the charges causing his exile, Aric kan Ingan returns to Arcanis and immediate arrest. Saved from execution by his cousin Pallas, he finds himself owing her a debt for which she expects more than his gratitude.
. . . . .Marrying Pallas means giving up Susan but it also will regain Aric what he desires—the Throne of Arcanis, and revenge against TAS. More is at stake than just Aric's vengeance, however, for former best friend Eby is not only TAS' right-hand man but a rival for Pallas' affections.
. . . . .Will Aric give up his happiness to protect his sovereign…or will he return to Susan, again become an exile, and leave his cousin a victim of rebel vengeance?
. . . . .Whichever choice he makes, it will affect the entire planet as well as the lives of Arcanians as yet unborn.


He’s safely locked in the Tower but he invoked the margrave’s name.” Eby stood looking down at Kozlu Lowen. “How are you going to handle that?”
Calling on the margrave complicates things a little,” the elder agreed. “It’s a precedence, since His Majesty’s dead. We’ll have to make a show of convening the Council and discussing it, but the result’ll be the same. The sentence’ll stand and he’ll be executed.”
Does Her Majesty know?” Eby tried to keep the concern out of his voice. He knew it was going to upset Pallas when she learned her beloved cousin, whom she’d built into a hero, had been killed.
Not yet.” Kozlu looked up at the Lord Comaundur with a frown. “There’s no reason for her to know. She’ll simply cause more trouble if she finds out. Afterward, when it’s too late, she’ll be told.”
Isn’t that a little cruel?” Eby protested. “After all, he’s her kinsman, her only close relative.”
The girl’s enough trouble as it is, Eby. She’s getting worse as she gets older. I’m beginning to wonder if we made the right choice when we agreed to let her live. It’s not too late to rescind that order.”
You promised she wouldn’t be hurt.”
If there was one thing that could frighten Eby, it was a threat to Pallas.
This old bastard knows it, damn it.
He hated it as he heard that slight tremble in his voice, knowing Kozlu heard it, too. It might make the elder wonder if he’d weaken in his allegiance to the Council because of his love for the girl.
Yes, we did. That was when she was still grief-stricken and confused after her father’s...unfortunate...death.” His words were ironic as he fixed the Lord Comaundur with a hard gaze. “We thought marrying her to someone of Old Arcanian blood, someone she trusts. To you, my dear Comaundur. That it would subdue her enough for us to take over completely, but…” He let the sentence die, the words deciding Pallas’ fate unspoken.
Then let me marry her straightaway.” Eby tried not to sound as if he were begging. In spite of that, a bare twinge of desperation entered his voice. “As soon as she’s told he’s dead. While she’s still in shock. She’ll turn to me as she did when her mother and father died, and I’ll—”
You truly love the girl, don’t you?” Kozlu looked at him as if he were just discovering the fact and was astonished by it, and also pitied his Chief of Security.
I’m fond of her, my lord.” Eby met the elder’s gaze straight on.
Fond? A mild way of saying my body screams for her to be in my bed. Damn it, lust would be a better description.
However, I care more for my planet.” He had to add that, hoping to hide his true concern. “Let me marry her now, counselor. She’s still easily led. I’ll supplant her will with mine, and...” His next words barely missed becoming wheedling in their desperation. “I’ll get her pregnant as soon as possible. She’ll be so busy caring for her brat she won’t have time to worry the Council.”
There was a brief silence as Kozlu mulled over his words.
If you sired a child on our beloved margravine,” the old man said, musingly. “It’ll have more Arcanian than Terran blood in its veins, Old Arcanian blood, too, and that would be a good thing. However, close association with its mother might make it also a threat.” He shook his head. “It always comes back to the same point, Eby. Pallas has too much Terran in her and that’s the problem.”
Eby didn’t answer. He had no argument for that fact and he knew it.
Kozlu studied the desktop, drumming fingers against it in a rapid tattoo, then looked up.
All right. The moment Aric kan Ingan’s body is hung over Aljansur’s seawall, the Lady Pallas’ marriage to you will be announced.”


About Our Focus Author:
     Toni V. Sweeney has lived 30 years in the South, a score in the Middle West, and a decade on the Pacific Coast and now she’s trying for her second 30 on the Great Plains.
Since the publication of her first novel in 1989,       Toni divides her time between writing SF/Fantasy under her own name and romances under her pseudonym Icy Snow Blackstone. In March, 2013, she became publicity manager for Class Act Books (US). She is also on the review staff of the New York Journal of Books. In 2016, she was named a Professional Reader by
     In 2015 and 2016 Toni was voted one of the Top 10 authors of those years by Preditors & Editors Readers Poll. In 2013, the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewer’s Choice voted The kan Ingan Archives (Part Two of the Arcanian Chronicles) a Special Mention, and the following year, named the individual novels The Man from Cymene, and Space Studs, from the same series two of the Top 8 SF/fantasy novels of 2014.
     As of 2018, Toni currently has 55 novels in print, including 3 series, and 3 trilogies.

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