Tuesday, September 12, 2023

Choices Meant for Kings

 When their god needed a protector, she chose yes.

         There’s no doubt: Amanda Chariss is in danger. Her geasa is hampered by the effects of a doomed wedding. The dashing Nigel Taiman hides something from her, yet demands she stay at his family’s estate where he and her wizard guardian intend to keep her safe. But the sorcerer Lord Drake and Julette The Betrayer know she’s there, and their monstrous army marches that way.

When prophecies stack up to threaten an arrogant deity, Chariss must choose between the dragon that courts her and the ostracized kings of the Southlands for help. Evil stalks her at every turn and madness creeps over the goddess who guides her. Can an orphan-turned-Protector resist the dark side of her heritage? Or will she sacrifice all to keep her god-charge safe in Choices Meant for Kings?

 Wild Women Authors features Choices Meant for Kings, book 2 in the Choices Trilogy and its creator, author Sandy Lender. Accompanying is Nigel Taiman who will go first.

Good morning, Nigel. Thank you for joining us today. Let’s start with you telling us a bit about Choices Meant for Kings. It is the second book in the epic fantasy story of Amanda Chariss, whom I intend to marry—if I can keep all these ridiculous gods and governors from convincing her otherwise. She and her wizard guardian sought shelter at the Taiman estate, which is mine now that the treasonous, conniving Godric Taiman is dead, but I think we recognize she’s the one sheltering all of us.

          All of us. From the army parked on the front lawn to the children hiding in my family’s school, Amanda’s taken on the responsibility of saving us all. Prophecy shows she’s to protect the highest active god of our world. I don’t think I’m at liberty to reveal how He’s related to each of us. She’s accepted that charge. Protecting Rohne distracts her from the danger of the mad sorcerer who’s been chasing her the past sixteen winters and we all lose track of her when she goes to the kings of the Southlands seeking alliances.

          To be honest with you, it’s infuriating to me. We have a prophecy in motion that could be resolved if we could just find my brother. Everything’s a mess and people are missing. I need her back at the estate with me.

What made you choose farming for a profession? That takes a little explaining. Godric Taiman, who I hesitate to admit was my father, forbid me to learn how to use the geasa, which is a power the gods breathe into select mortals and semi-mortals. Growing up, I didn’t care one way or the other about the geasa.

          I worked in the estate’s fields and stables to stay away from Godric and to stay out of the way of the teachers at our estate’s school. As it turns out, growing up in a school for the geasa’n exposes you to lessons whether you’re trying to learn them or not, so I picked up some guidance.

          Overall, though, I learned how to tend our livestock, how to rotate our crops to get abundant food for our family and students. I managed the estate while Godric went off on his hunting parties to ingratiate himself with the governors of the continent, seeking power and prestige we didn’t need. Farming is a good, honest, useful way to earn a living and keep your family alive. If all else fails around us, we’ll have our farm.

Knowing what you know now, if you had it to do over again, would you stick with being a farmer or do something different? I would definitely learn all the skills for farming and animal husbandry, but I’d have gone behind Godric’s back and learned all I could about the geasa as well. I mastered swordsmanship thanks to a couple teachers who were willing to teach me without Godric’s hearing of it.

          But learning the art of healing, weaving threads to create a spell to protect someone, building spells you can keep “at the ready” in your mind, and general use of the geasa to defend and protect others has been a slow and arduous process since Amanda arrived. It’s imperative that I learn more and learn faster so I can be of better use in this war. It's imperative.

What is your biggest fear? One of my biggest fears has already come to pass and I’m losing my mind rectifying it. Like I said, everything’s a mess.

Who is your favorite fictional character and why? We don’t have a lot of fictional characters in Onweald society. Our stories, songs and even our plays are based on real people from the past who have done great things. Or at least things that teach a good lesson. I believe the story of Mellada, the queen in the west who died with her ladies in waiting while her men fought a dragon, is only partially based in reality. Mellada might be my favorite fictional character, even though she’s not entirely fictional.

What is the best piece of advice you ever received? My beautiful mother, Kora Rothahn, told me to be honest with Amanda. She told me to bare my soul and tell Amanda who I am and how I feel about her. As always, my mother was right.

 Thank you, Nigel. This has been good for us to understand the background for this wonderful trilogy. Now, we’d like to chat with your creator, Sandy Lender.

Which writer or character[s], from either books or movies, or both, have had a major impact on your writing? When I answered this question during Henry Bakerson’s interview for the Choices Meant for Gods story, I mentioned some of the authors—like Charlotte Bronte—who have influenced my writing. I’d be remiss if I didn’t share what a huge impact music and music theory has on my writing. A couple reviewers have pointed out I sometimes have a lyrical or sing-song style to my writing in this Choices series and I consider that high praise. I love to use parallel structures, repetitive words, and even flat-out rhymes in a paragraph to give the narrative a lilt or a cadence as you read it. Make it flow.

          I’ve played around with poetry over the years and managed to win a “best collection” trophy I can display for motivation with my first poetry chapbook released in 2020. That sense of iambic pentameter and sensing where stresses should hit pleases me—sometimes. Other times, I throw all the rules out the window.

Music inspires me while I’m writing. I have playlists for novels and a playlist for the world of Onweald. Many of my characters have theme songs. If I need to type out a scene with Henry in a hurry, you can bet I’ll play Sting’s St. Augustine in Hell and the instrumental I Miss You Kate as I get started. I used to play the violin and the flute, so music is another language I’ve forgotten how to read correctly on the page, but still appreciate and incorporate in my writing.

Tell us a bit about your publisher. How did you hear about them; what influenced you to submit to them; how is the submission process; what is the turn-around time from date of query to date of release? I’d like to mention that I landed contracts with both publishers of the Choices series because of writers’ conferences.

I met Bob Gelinas of ArcheBooks Publishing and pitched Choices Meant for Gods to him at the Naples Press Club annual event. I met Stephen Zimmer at a convention in Ohio—and we were panelists at Archon in St. Louis around that time, too. If I hadn’t attended those conferences, I wouldn’t have made those connections. I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to share Chariss’s story with these professionals in the indie publishing world.

No matter a writer’s position along the publishing track, it’s important to attend these kinds of events not only for the continuing education and ideas you glean there, but also for the networking and friendships you build there. When I met Stephen in 2009, I had no plans to re-shop my trilogy in the future and had no idea he would open an indie press for additional authors. We were just two authors trading books to assist one another with reviews and mentions out there in the world. But that author friendship remained.

You never know when a convention or conference will give you the opportunity to pitch your dream novel to an agent, an editor, a publisher, a reviewer who’s connected to a popular podcast, and so on.

I guess what I’m trying to say with this answer is the “submission process” is varied. It’s smart to make sure you’re taking advantage of all the opportunities to get involved with all the levels. And to stay involved. Because you never know when you might have to start over.

 To learn more about Fantasy Author Sandy Lender and the stories she creates go to:




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Friday, September 8, 2023

When Stars Align, #6, Fiery Billionaire Nights

 Theater isn't just a play, it's a passion, and the sparks fly between these two co-stars.

          Aiden Harrison is stunned by the change in his co-star. In college, she’d been the worst. A stalker he’d actually feared. Now, however, she was so hot, he could hardly keep his hands from grabbing her and dragging her to the nearest dark corner.
          Maylis Smith had no idea what to make of the man playing opposite her in this small production. He blew cold, then hot, then colder. But she was a professional, and her goals went farther than a small theater in BFE. All her dreams were about to come true, and she was holding on for everything she was worth.

Wild Women Authors concludes our week long look at the Fiery Billionaires Nights series with an interview of author Mia Augustine.

Good morning, Mia. Thanks for gifting us with six terrific stories this week. Tell us where you come up with the idea for writing short stories, aka ‘shorts’, for the Fiery Billionaire Nights series. Sadly, I’m the kind of person who chases rainbows. Did I say sadly? What I mean is Sadly and Gladly. It’s a double-edged sword. On the one hand, I dash after trends, hence, the many different sub-genres I’ve published in (Kathy L Wheeler): Regency Historical, Mail Order Bride, Gothic contemporary, Civil War, Twenties, Forties… you name it.

    The Fiery Billionaire Nights shorts came about after talking to a successful author who focused only on shorts. She’s making a killing. I thought, “Hmmm, how hard could it be?” It’s hard. I do write them fast. But I don’t write first person. And, I thought to tie them to my Bloomington Series. But as shorts, there’s not enough time for suspense or even extra characters. But, what do I do? Toss them?

    Talk about tearing your heart out! Not an option. So, I put them out there. They [writing shorts] do serve another purpose: learning to focus; writing faster; nailing down the quick plots, and the turnaround. It’s been a learning experience, for sure. And, I love the characters. Writing this series gives me ideas for other characters and it’s just plain fun.

This story [When Stars Align] is different from the others in the series. Why is that? Originally, this was the first book. I had no plans to really connect the stories except to the Bloomington small town series. And I love theater. So it just turned out that the idea for Wedding Vows for Hire had the four girls who went to Manhattan and wanted to make it big. Things just evolved. I wrote the two of the girls’ stories from the four, before the Locatelli family hit me. Someone wrote a fantastic review on Unfashionable Diva, then said they were off to see if there were other family members, so I wrote the next two siblings—Isabel and Catarina. Where does that leave me?

With one more heroine from Bloomington: Felicia, and two more Locatelli sisters. Goodness, that three more. See what I mean? The ideas run rampant. Be glad you are not in my head. 😊

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Thursday, September 7, 2023

Dangerous Curves, #5, Fiery Billionaire Nights

 Sometimes the person you're looking for is the one you least expect.

          In supermodel Catalina Locatelli’s fury with her father, she finds herself lost in Vegas, somewhere off the Strip with no idea how to get back to her hotel. Yes, in the height of her pique, she’s forgotten her cell phone. At first glance, her rescuer-motorcycle-maniac seems like your typical bad boy. He's got the duds, the motorcycle, and the attitude.
          Survivalist Persus Phuckzer is stymied by the beauty he stops to assist. Unfortunately, she isn't the only one in need of help.

Wild Women Authors features Dangerous Curves, book 5 in the Fiery Billionaires Nights series, written by Mia Augustine. Along with Mia is model Catalina Locatelli and survival expert Persus Phuckzer who will go first.

Welcome, Catarina, let’s start with you telling us a bit about yourself. My family is in the process of opening a new boutique at the Bellagio Mall here in Vegas.

Wonderful. When is it scheduled to open? 2024. In time for the American Big Bowl. Las Vegas should be very active then.

The American… I’m sorry, I’m not familiar with the “Big Bowl.” Ah, I get this wrong always. The Super Soccer Bowl.

Oh. You must mean the Superbowl. I’d forgotten it was to be in Vegas in 2024. How exciting for your family. I understand you got lost in the city? Yes. I boarded a bus to ride around. Bought some shoes, much to my father’s dismay.

Tell us what you think of America. Ah, I was born in New York, actually. I am the only Locatelli sibling who is an American citizen.

The other day when we spoke with your sister Isabel, she mentioned you became the face of the company after her departure. It was a temporary measure. I have been assisting with the hiring and opening of the new store.

How do you find the Vegas social scene? And we’re dying to meet Persus. Is he here? Yes, my Persus. He was named for a warrior. 

Perse adds, or a prisoner.

You were a prisoner!? CAT: Don’t tease so. He was a near prisoner. At one time. Years ago. Now he rides a motorcycle named Hog.

Perse: It is not named Hog. It is a hog. A Harley with the smoothest ride.

CAT: Semantics. I forget.

How did you two meet? CAT: He was hurt. Perse: She was lost.

Clearly, the two of you are fond of one another. One last question: What do you want most in life? Perse: You’re looking at her. CAT: Now that I have him. The boutique’s success. I hope to see you at the opening.

As Vegas holds fond memories, we’ll do our best. Thank you both for spending time with us. Now, we’d like to chat with Mia.

The most obvious question has to be how you select the names of your characters. This is interesting. I played with dolls for a long time as a child. Every time I got a new doll, I had to make sure the name I gave her fit. One time I had this doll I named Ella. She was a talking doll. You know, the kind that had a string at the back of the neck? There was something about her voice that was so familiar and I couldn’t figure out what it was. After a good six months, it hit me. She sounded like Leslie Ann Warren from the 1965 version of Cinderella. And, I’d already named her Ella! So, apparently, I had a knack.

          If the character is of a different nationality or era, I research the year and country so that it at least fits. There is something in this story that is very odd about Persus’s name. It’s his last name that is so touchy. It’s Phuckzer. Well, you know what happens to a kid with a name like that! It’s a major plot point. Just saying. 😊

And it works very well. Do you read your book reviews? How do you deal with bad or good ones? I do. You can learn a lot from reviews. Like, did I miss some words? (Which I do.) A lot of times I’ll see some crappy review that really says something nice. For example, The writing was good, but the subject matter… blah blah blah. I’m okay with that. Because the truth of the matter is that you will not be able to please everyone. Reading is as subjective as writing. No one is forcing you to do either one—wait… I take that back with all the book banning going on. Another truth: authors need reviews. They are good for promo purposes. Yes, even the bad ones.

Are all your books in series? Almost. It’s the best way to be able to keep the stories, or worlds, alive. Right now, I have six series: Cinderella, Bloomington, Mail Order Bride, Rebel Lords of London, Fiery Billionaire Nights, and Martini Club 4, oh, and Gaming Hell Christmas. Next year I have a new one: The Betting Billionaires.

Mia brought an excerpt for us:

               “Damn.” Cat stood at the corner of the busy intersection and looked wildly about. She had no idea how to get back to the Strip. There wasn’t a bus in sight. And even had there been, how was she to know which direction she was supposed to go?

               She pushed the hair from her face and breathed in the suffocating heat to stave off the panic. She shoved her sunglasses to the top of her head, fumbled with her purse and looked inside for her phone. “Damn,” she said again, despair slamming atop the panic. A vision popped in her mind of exactly where she’d left it. Plugged into its charger on the bedside table in her suite.

               A rumble brought her head up and, out of habit, she lowered her sunshades into place.

               “You need help?” The voice was gravelly as if he didn’t speak all that often.

               Her stomach took an instant dive for the pavement. His cheap black T-shirt was torn in a couple of places and a tattoo peeked from one short sleeve—not enough to tell what the image was—leaving her avidly curious. The faded denim jeans and black boots finished out the bad boy, motorcyclist stigma he had going on. He reeked of sweat but it mingled with a fragrance so masculine, so primal, her stomach took another dive. A dark mark was forming on the side of one very attractive face.

               She turned a bright smile on him with a desperate hope it hid the attack of nerves. “I, um, seem to have left my cellphone at the hotel.”

               His eyes fell to her mouth, and he blinked. Just once. He lifted his gaze to hers and stared as if he could see through to her soul. There might have been a slight, minute, shake of his head. “Your cell?”

               “Yes, do you have one? I could call a car…” her voice trailed off and she noted how pale he appeared. Even through her sunglasses the contrast was quite stark. In this heat, his face should have been flush. She reached over and touched his arm. It felt clammy, not sweaty. “Are you all right?”

               His lips turned up, but it was grim. “I’m fine. I do have a cell, but it’s at my house.”

               That made no sense to her. “You don’t carry it with you? What if there’s an emergency?”

               “Too much hassle. Look, I live about twenty minutes from here. You can call from there.”

               Her nerves shot up like a rocket. “Go? To your h-house?” Her stammer came out a high squeak. But the more she studied him, the more her concern grew, for him rather than herself. “Can you manage this—” She fluttered her hand out in the direction of the massive bike he was on. “—for twenty minutes?”

               “Unless you can handle a hog…” There was a smirky quirk to his lips.

               “A hog?”

               “Look, I’m sure someone in Walgreens will let you borrow their phone. I, um, have just enough strength to get home.”

               She glanced down at the torn place on his shirt. It was stuck to his abdomen with a dark indiscernible spot, that left her a little queasy.

               He revved the engine to an annoying level. “But I have to leave. Now.”

               She lifted the shopping bag in a helpless gesture.

               “Hop on, we’ll get it figured out.”

               As the oldest of four sisters, Cat was known for her caution and common sense. In an instant, she shoved away her usual trepidation and moved behind him, telling herself she would ponder the reasons later. It was wildly freeing.

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Wednesday, September 6, 2023

Revenges's Sweet Reward

 A tale of love, loss, revenge, and, oh! ... a secret marriage

          Pierre Beauvoir is fired without even a reference, only for want of a better position. But when his nemesis’s beauty, the brand’s most popular and beloved daughter, strolls into sight, revenge enters his heart. 

            Isabel, the youngest of all the Locatelli siblings, hates her job, hates her life, and resents her irritating family. But the photographer her father sacked has a plan, and she is all in.

 Wild Women Authors features Revenge’s Sweet Reward, book 4 in Mia Augustine’s Fiery Billionaires Nights series. Up first is high fashion model, Isabel Locatelli.   

Thank you for joining us, Isabel. Today, we have an interesting tale. This past May we met your brother, Anthony [from An Unfashionable Diva]. His story was all about his job. How about you? I hate my job.

You hate being a model? Aren’t you the face of Locatelli International, Inc?

Rich? Famous beyond words? Our papa has no respect for my sisters or my wishes. For example, my oldest sister, Catarina. She is thirty. She wanted to practice law. But we were home taught—

You mean homeschooled? . No university training. And me? I wished for computers. I am very good.

So, your sister couldn’t practice law because she was homeschooled. To become an avvocato, you must attend further schooling, no? Papa discourages that. It would detract from the family business, you see. I wanted to learn computers better. I have a—what do you say?—a trick?

You mean an aptitude? Ah. Aptitude. I like this word. , an aptitude. When he fired our favorite photographer, it was the end for me.

You… quit? I try to explain, but Papa was most unreasonable. He wished me to marry. . . Adolfo. He is . . . the American phrase is icky. Correct? I could not stay, you understand?

I see. So, you ran away. I give Papa my notice, but he is stubborn and, the photographer—he had a strategy. I liked it very well.

Um, what was this plan? A secret marriage. , I approved.

I take it that didn’t go over well? You mean, was Papa angry? Oh, yes. But we—Pierre and me—were clever. I feel bad for Catarina though. She was not so lucky.

Sounds as if I should talk to her.  , you will like her very much. Thank you for seeing me. I must go. Pierre needs me, you see.

Oh, of course. Thank you for speaking with me.

Now for a few questions for author Mia Augustine.

What literary pilgrimages have you gone on? Retreats? Many over the years. When I worked at my corporate job, by the time I started writing, I had four weeks’ vacation a year. I used almost all of it to travel to conferences, retreats, writing with friends out of town. One year, I went with three friends to Eureka Springs. It was so fun. We rented a house. When I first moved to the Pacific Northwest, I was invited to a large house with thirteen other authors. I only knew two of them. 😊 Recently, I just returned from Bar Harbor, Maine. Soooo beautiful. And, productive.

What kind of research do you do and how long do you spend researching before beginning a book? The research for my contemporaries is primarily location. The weather, the terrain, what the town I’m using as a setting is like. I don’t always do a lot of research before I start writing. I tend to research as I go. Because you need just enough to authenticate the scenario you are attempting to create. For example, I wrote in a series with friends called Martini Club 4 (the Eureka Springs group) and the second in the series was set in Boston. I knew nothing about Boston. But the year it was set in,1947, was the year the Red Sox won the Pennant. It worked out perfect because of the dates we used in our stories, I had the friends going to a movie that ended the same time the game ended. And, the game was against the Yankees. Not only did the date match up perfectly, but so did the way the Red Sox beat the Yankees. It was crazy. And, one of the friends was from England. So, she referred to the game as Cricket. Of course, the other three were appalled. Little things like that give fun authenticity.

If you were not a writer, what would you be? A Broadway actor. 😊 In a heartbeat…

Mia brought an excerpt for us.

   “Mmm?” Isabel strived to concentrate on Pierre’s words. A snuggly feeling swept through her. His body warmed her ribs, called to her.

   “Where do you live?” he hissed.

   With her eyes closed, her head fell against his shoulder. It was broad and solid. “Why are you whispering?” she whispered back and then giggled like a five-year-old child.

   A low growl emitted from him that was decidedly sexy. She wanted more of that. Much more.

   She put her nose in his neck and breathed in a deep vastly masculine scent that reached her insides, and instinctively, had her curling into his side like a cat.

   “Isabel!” He spoke sharply, but she didn’t fear him.

   Her gaze fell on his hands. They were powerful hands, making her wonder why. She reached out with a finger and traced the knuckles on one hand.

   Both his hands tightened into fists and whitened his knuckles. That sexy growl sounded again, and she turned her head up until her nose pressed against the back of his jaw, then used the tip of her tongue to touch his skin. Hot, rough, indiscriminately exciting. “How old are you?” She sounded funny, slurring; she giggled again. Slurring.

   He groaned then turned in the seat, taking her by her upper arms. Her skin was so warm. She tried crawling closer, but he stayed her. “Isabel, listen to me.”


   “No?” He sounded so incredulous.

   She couldn’t stand that piercing look in his eyes and shut it out, closing her eyes against it. She poked her lip out. She didn’t want to talk, she wanted to kiss.

   With another irritated rumble, he rattled off an address to the driver, who immediately took a sharp turn, throwing her across his lap, and sending her into another fit of giggles. She couldn’t seem to stop.

   A few minutes later the cab screeched to a stop.

   Pierre had her by the arm and was tugging her out of the cab. The sun had set, leaving behind and inky black sky, dotted with stars that twinkled like diamonds, and a light breeze that stirred her hair. He pulled her firmly by the hand to the front entrance of a large two-story house. An old-timey mansion house. Two white pillars appeared to hold up an upstairs outdoor balcony, creating a portico to the door. He tossed money to the driver and, looming over her, ordered, “Be very quiet. My landlords do not care for their residents having company.”

   His intensity sent shivers across her skin. “None?”

   “Absolutely, none.” He tugged her up a step and she almost tripped. He turned back to her, and hissed. “I said ‘quiet.’”

   His fierceness was irresistible. “Shh,” she whispered, motioning a zipper across her mouth, locking an invisible key, and tossing it aside.

   He led her through the door into a lobby area with no furniture, though the decorative tiles were nice. And echoey, very echoey under her chunky heels. The walls, painted an unbecoming orange halfway up, then white to the ceiling, were not as pretty. The steps were topped with a hard marble substance and the banisters looked to be of old Spanish iron fashioned in swirls. At the top, he guided her to the end of a skinny hall with wooden floors and halted at the last door. He glanced over his shoulder at her, putting a finger to his lips.

   She blinked at him, then remembered to nod.

   He unlocked the door and pushed her inside. He checked the hall before entering then locked the door behind him and set his camera case on a small nearby table. “Now, you want to tell me why you’re here?”

   She spun around, wobbling on her pink, crystal-covered shoes. “What do you mean?”

   He caught her by the arm. “If your father…”

   Anger surged through her. “Bah! Blast my father. He is not the boss of me. Well, not after Paris,” she said.

   Pierre directed her to a tiny kitchen table and saw her seated. Ever the gentleman, wasn’t he? “Not much, he isn’t,” he responded. It took her a second to realize he was addressing her father as her ‘former boss.’ “If the old man doesn’t castrate me, your brother likely will.”

   Her hand flew to her mouth to hold in her laughter. Her eyes watered at the effort. “Is there something to drink?”

   With a sharp smirk in her direction, he went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, twisted off the top and handed it to her.

   “Thank you,” she said in a small voice. She glanced around the one room flat, amazed at how small everything was. The sofa was pulled out into an unmade bed, covers askew.

   “My main home is in Montmartre. Paris,” he clarified.

   Nodding, she sipped at her water. Exhaustion hit her like a two-by-four. She set the water on the table and laid her head on her arms.

   “You can’t stay here,” he said.

   She smiled in her arms, the lethargy dragging her down. “Just for a minute. I’ll leave soon.” This was as safe and unguarded as she’d felt in forever. No demanding questions from her sisters, her brother, her father or stepmother. There was a hush about the building that drew her in. Maybe she would let this room once he vacated it.

   “When are you moving?” she asked, but sleep stole his answer from her.

Mia Augustine can be found at:

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Tuesday, September 5, 2023

Forbidden Agreement, the Fiery Billionaires Nights series

 She’s left holding the bag and the billionaire...

          Drew Butler needs a wife. ASAP. But his matchmaker failed to show for their designated meeting. Now he’s doomed. But the understated beauty at the bar gives him another idea. A forbidden agreement that holds much more enticement.

           Attorney, Samantha Felix is tasked with informing a drunk billionaire in how he’s violated the terms of his contract with Weddings To Go. Instead, she falls right into his trap. Right into his bed.

Wild Women Authors features Forbidden Agreement, book 2 in the Fiery Billionaires Nights series by Mia Augustine. With Mia is billionaire Drew Butler who is considered one NYC’s most eligible billionaire bachelors. As we understand it, his father is forcing him to marry or he will disinherit him.

Thank you for coming today, Mr. Butler. First, we want to ask: Did we get any of that wrong? No, you’re correct. There are several of us whose father’s were in, what you might consider, unique club during their college years. The result was a few overblown arrogant egos.

Interesting. So, tell us, when was the last time you cried? That’s your first question? Easy. I don’t cry. I get mad. Much more useful.

Are you a rule follower? Hell, no. How do you think I ended up in this position in the first place?

When was the last time you got drunk? The night I met her! She makes the worst coffee ever.

And that’s a deal breaker? Not on your life.

We’re confused. Then what does that—inability to make a decent cup of joe—have to do with anything? It doesn’t, I guess.

What keeps you up at night? I was hoping it would be her.

Thanks for spending time with us, Drew. Now we’d like to chat with Mia for a bit.

How did you come to the decision that you wanted to write? I think it picked me. I saw a google prompt one day in 2006 that said: What if Cinderella’s slipper fit one of her evil stepsisters? And, I thought, I love Cinderella. I could write that. So, I did. And four more in the series after that.

Do you think someone could be a writer if they don’t feel emotions strongly? Yes… BUT, and it’s a big but (no pun intended), this is where critique partners, editors, beta readers come in handy. We all have our specialties—what we’re good at. We also have to realize our weaknesses, and they’re not easy to see in yourself. It’s very easy to see those weaknesses in others. So, when you find yourself criticizing something particular in another’s works, I look at what is bugging me about it and see if that is a weakness I'm sensitive to. And, inevitably, it is.

Last, what’s on tap for you in the near future? I do an annual Christmas book with my dear friend, Amanda McCabe (under Kathy L Wheeler). We have a series called Gaming Hell Christmas set in the late 1790s. Volume 3 comes out on December 5. We expect at least one more year of GHC after this year, and will probably do a Special Edition Kickstarter for the entire series next year.

Mia brought an excerpt for us:

Drew shoved a hand through his hair. “How did that happen?”

Bindi Jamison had been Carson’s long-lost love from ten years ago. She was also the woman who’d screwed Carson over on their almost-wedding day, deserting his best friend at the altar.

Drew took a sip of his coffee and almost gagged. It was the worst coffee he’d ever had in his life.

“I couldn’t find creamer or sugar,” she told him.

There wasn’t enough cream and sugar in the whole world to help this cup. At least it was strong. He took another, smaller drink, and managed not to wince. It did help in clearing his mind of some of the cobwebs. “Where are they?”

“Apparently, he took a suite at the Plaza as well. I suspect he’s your neighbor.”

“I doubt it. He’s in a wing of the hotel. This place is considered a resident apartment. My family owns it.”

“Impressive.” She didn’t sound impressed.

Drew lowered his cup to the glass coffee-tabletop and stared at her. She was the attorney of the scam he’d fallen for, but he couldn’t remember her name. She was pretty with her long, dark blonde hair and bright hazel eyes. She wore a plain dress of nondescript beige topped with a classically cut jacket over it. Designer or not? Not his expertise.  Nude heels appeared at the end of long legs. He couldn’t tell if her legs were bare or not. She was hot and he was obviously still halfway drunk.

 He stood. “Would you excuse me?” He needed a minute to clear his head of clearing his head because he was definitely out of his blasted mind. He made his way to the bathroom upstairs and splashed cold water on his face. He never drank to excess. Apparently, the thought of his father choosing whom he should marry, in an ultimatum no less, was enough to send him into a spiral he hadn’t dived into since his freshman year at Yale.

Keeping his wits intact was vital. Not that he’d done a stellar job so far. There had to be a way to salvage this mess. Brushing his teeth went a long way toward making him feel human again; set his brain to humming, or maybe it was his... She really was hot, but she couldn’t make coffee for crap.

Drew went back down to the kitchen and took a bottled water out of the fridge and downed it, tossed the bottle in the recycle bin and grabbed another, then slowed his steps back to the great room. She sat with her back to him, leaning against the sofa, her long hair hanging over the back. His fingers tingled with want… a need to see if the heavy strands felt as silky as they looked.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. “No more coffee?”

It tastes like crap. “It did its job. It woke me up.” He went to the couch and took up the place he’d recently vacated; gripped his water. He didn’t quite trust himself not to touch her. The alcohol still raged through his blood—screamed at him—urging him to action. He was a beta male. Never a threat to anyone—something his father seemed to resent about him.

Yet Drew wanted to rip her clothes off. He set his water on the table, leaned back, stretched out his legs and crossed them at the ankles. “So… I don’t suppose you would consider marrying me.”

One nude pump plopped to the floor with a resounding thunk. He chanced a glance at her. His stomach dropped.

The abominable coffee was poised at her lips, her eyes wide and unblinking. “Excuse me?”

Her squeal hit the twelve-foot ceiling.

A bit about our author:  Mia Augustine (aka Kathy L Wheeler) loves rainy days, hot chocolate, her dog, and movies with happy endings. Her contemporary stories are edgy, passionate, sometimes dark, but always compelling.

She can be found at:

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Instagram: https://instagram.com/miaaugustineauthor

TikTok: https://tiktok.com/@kathylwheeler

Website: https://kathylwheeler.com


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Monday, September 4, 2023

Wedding Vows for Hire

 Falling for her again might be his undoing.

         Elizabeth Jones has changed everything about herself—right down to her name. She’s quashed the naïve, overweight girl she was at nineteen. Now, she was a savvy, sophisticated woman with a unique and thriving business that, if the details came out, could ultimately ruin her.

The young woman who left Carson Hill standing at the altar ten years ago is now scamming his best friend, and no one can stop her but him. But coming face to face with her again is like a punch to the gut. Gone is the shy, curvy woman he once loved and believed loved him.

Falling for her again just might be his undoing.


This week Wild Women Authors will feature Mia Augustine and her Fiery Billionaire Nights series. Today’s story, Wedding Vows for Hire, has a plot involving long lost lovers reunited under less than positive circumstances. With author Mia is Elizabeth Jones, owner of Weddings to Go, who will go first.

Thank you for joining us, Elizabeth—or do you prefer Bindi? Elizabeth is fine. I’ve haven’t been known as Bindi in ten years.  

I can see you’re uncomfortable so we’ll just move on. Do you believe in true love? I do not. I suppose I did at one time… but no longer.

I’m sorry. It sounds as if you experienced something painful. Hasn’t everyone?

Okaaaay. Let’s talk about your business. Weddings to Go? What you like to know?

I understand you plan weddings? But how is a wedding to go? Doesn’t that breed confusion for the branding? All I can tell you is that we started out as a wedding planning business, but New York City has a billion wedding planners. We inadvertently shifted to something a bit different. I’m afraid I can’t elaborate. Our clients are required to sign a very specific non-disclosure agreement. I can hardly speak to the details.

Okaaaay. Have you ever run away? That should be safe enough. Once. Ten years ago.

I sense I’m striking out here. Do you believe in second chances?

When Elizabeth only gives a bitter laugh, we ask, Are you a risk taker?

Now, that I can answer. I didn’t use to be. But when you move from a community as small as Bloomington, South Dakota to Manhattan, well, that’s risky, isn’t it? And, while I can’t really reveal the secrets behind our business, I can tell you, that if the details were to emerge, we would be utterly ruined.

That is interesting. We thank you for spending time with us, Elizabeth and wish you luck with your enterprise. We’d like to speak with Mia.


What’s your favorite thing about being an author? The creativity, your own schedule, the networking. I’m not a shy person. You would think the lockdown would have deterred me, but it did not. I’m busier now than I’ve ever been. I can’t believe how busy. But I love every part of it.

Tell us one story related to your writing endeavors.  Amuse us, make us cry, make us cringe or make us smirk – your choice. Well, I was working for a large corporation. I had been with the company nine years before I started writing. I began in 2006. During our lunch breaks I would talk about these stories I was working on, and no one got it. I hadn’t yet found RWA at that time. They would look at me as if I was crazy. Not only that, but they would cut off my conversation and go back to talking about raising their families. Which I got. Except, my only child was 18 and about to graduate from high school. I was little past that place in my life. They just didn’t understand. And, when I found “my people,” I found my home.  

What’s the most challenging thing about being an author? Ironically, it’s the same as my favorite reasons: Do I worry that I won’t have a story—well, not that. But the schedule? There is no one to hold me accountable to sitting down and getting the story pumped out. The marketing is tough, but I'm learning it. But, yes, the marketing has to be the most challenging part. Oh, and reviews. Reviews are hard to get too. The option is to quit, and that isn’t an option for me. 😊


Mia brought an excerpt for us:

“God, Elizabeth. This has got to stop. I have a bad feeling about this one.”

Samantha Felix was Elizabeth’s best friend. Sam paced the spacious living room of their two-bedroom Manhattan apartment, located off Lexington and 35th in Midtown. The fifth floor of the Marquis building was as high as they could afford but it worked for their purposes.

Elizabeth sipped her wine. “We only need this one last job and we’ll be set.”

“But none of the girls are available. They’re all married.”

Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. That was an issue, but she had a solution. As usual. “I’m going to step in myself this time.”

“Are you crazy?” Samantha stopped her pacing and gaped at Elizabeth. “No! It’s too risky.”

“It will be fine,” she said with a confidence she didn’t feel. In the five years they’d managed this business, no one had found them out. Samantha was an attorney who specialized in contract law. She handled that end of their lucrative business. Three of Elizabeth’s friends from her hometown of Bloomington and one friend from college had all stepped in as needed. The money was good. Great. The money was great. But to date, Elizabeth hadn’t had to step into the spotlight due to a disastrous scenario that happened several years ago. The entire fiasco had given her the idea for their LLC: Weddings to Go.

On the front it was a wedding planning business. But beneath the surface it was much, much more. The other thing in her favor? She looked nothing like she did ten years ago.

 To purchase Wedding Vows for Hire, go to:

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Mia Augustine can be found at:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100089614103041

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Website: https://kathylwheeler.com