Stone of Destiny by Margaret Izard

            A woman torn between fate and forbidden love must defy a Fae prophecy and battle dark forces to reclaim her future—and the heart of the Fae warrior she can’t forget.

 Wild Women Authors focus is on Stone of Destiny, Book 7 in the Stones of Iona series, a paranormal romance, written by Margaret Izard and released by The Wild Rose Press.

About the Book:  Kat MacArthur still feels the loss of her brother to another time. Seeking solace, she stumbles upon Ceallach, a Fae warrior, she’s had feelings for ever since she met him. The emotion grows stronger whenever they are together.  Yet he warns her to stay away from the upcoming gathering for the Iona Stones. Kat refuses—she needs to be there to help her family and Ceallach.

Ceallach is torn between duty, magic, and the ache for mortal love. His Fae soul is sworn to protect the Iona Stones during the Gathering, but his heart is lost to Kat. With the prophecy looming, he cannot promise her forever—no matter how much he longs to. The maiden of the Iona Stones now faces sacrifice, and he fears if his beloved gets too close, he cannot save her.

When dark forces rise to take the Iona Stones along with their powers, Ceallach is forced into an impossible decision—to defy destiny or surrender to love?

Excerpt

Energy thickened in the room, humming at the edges of her senses. The air felt charged, vibrating with an unseen current that prickled across her skin. It was the same taut expectancy she’d felt before a Fae appeared, like the moment before a storm split the sky, when every particle seemed to tremble in anticipation. Kat stood and turned to the door, hoping her brother would arrive. A gust of wind blew through the chapel, even though the door was closed.

As she approached the wooden doors, a familiar voice spoke from behind her. “Nice dress, Kat, but ye didn’t have to dress up for my arrival.”

Kat spun around and leaning on the altar was Ceallach, Aodhán’s cousin from the Tuatha Dé Danann, the good Fae. His body filled out his incandescent shirt under his snug suit jacket, and his pants hugged his well muscled legs. She had met the Fae at the wedding of Evie MacDougall and Aodhán in the Fae realm.

With him standing before her now, she almost sighed his name out loud. Kat had fallen for Ceallach at first sight. Like all her past crushes, this one should have ended quickly. Instead, her feelings lingered long after she left the Fae realm when Ceallach had vanished from her life—until today. Ever since, she’d compared every man she met to him. Not a single human measured up. That was when she’d started questioning whether love had any logic at all.

He stepped forward with a grin as he moved into a beam of sunlight shining through the stained-glass window. His long jet-black hair glistened in the rays, and the color reflected purple, matching his mother’s, Morrigan—the Fae assigned to assist the Captain of the Castle, her da, John MacArthur. Being the MacArthur Fae, Morrigan also helped her and her brother navigate the duty to the magic stones.

When he shifted in the sunlight, his Fae necklace glittered. The pendant held the sign of eternity set on top of fern leaves. Over that sat a five-pointed star made of clear Fae crystal. She’d studied Evie’s intently, while Evie told her how her husband Aodhán had gifted her the sacred item to save her life. The necklace was the only item a Fae could give to anyone to form a bond lasting for eternity. Evie told her it was the most powerful gem in the Fae realm—the power within held a Fae’s immortality. She’d dreamt of Ceallach giving her his, if only in her dreams.

Still wearing a grin, he strode forward with confidence, and a sensuality Kat had not forgotten. The man still took her breath away with one look. Ceallach arrived before her, a smile playing on his lips. As his eyes swept across her face, the expression faltered. His brows knitted together in a frown, shadowing the sudden tension in his gaze. Reaching with his finger, he lifted a tear from her cheek, gripped his fist hard, and when opened, a small, clear teardrop-shaped gemstone sat in his palm.

“Dry yer tears, sweet Kat. Yer face is much prettier without them.” He took her hand and, with his other placed the gemstone in her palm. “When ye hold the gem, yer tears will fade, and happy thoughts shall fill yer heart.” When the stone touched her skin, her mind cleared, and a sense of ease washed over her. Ceallach released her hand and strode past her to the doors.

Kat turned, calling after him. “Wait, why are ye here?”

The attractive Fae stopped and turned. “Dagda sent me. I’ve come to meet with the guardian of the stones. All the stones have returned. The gathering and battle of good vs evil is upon us. The gods have called, and we must answer.”

He opened the heavy oak doors without effort and strode through. The doors weight closed them, leaving Kat in the shadows again. She blinked, almost not believing her eyes and the truth before her. Her secret love had just casually strolled back into her life. Gripping the gem, he’d shaped from her tears, warmth washed over her. Ceallach was here. A smile crossed her face.

Ceallach was here.

 

Stone of Destiny can be purchased at:

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About our Focus Author:

Margaret Izard is a multi-award-winning author of historical fantasy and paranormal romance novels. She spent her early years through college to adulthood dedicated to dance, theater, and performing. Over the years, she developed a love for great storytelling in different mediums. She does not waste a good story, be it movement, the spoken, or the written word. She discovered historical romance novels in middle school, which combined her passion for romance, drama, and fantasy. She writes exciting plot lines, steamy love scenes and always falls for a strong male with a soft heart. She lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and adult triplets and loves to hear from readers.

 

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Forever Kind of Love by Susan Elizabeth Bagby

 Today, Wild Women Authors focus on Forever Kind of Love, written by Susan Elizabeth Bagby, and published by the Wild Rose Press.

Can two wounded souls—an artist rediscovering herself and a musician chasing his career—find love amidst their personal struggles?

About Forever Kind of Love:  Devastated by her husband’s arrest for investment fraud, New York photographer Willow Barton flees to her Ohio hometown of Cedar Hill, determined to rebuild her life. But when she’s drawn to her best friend’s brother, Zachary Hayes, a charming country music star, she struggles to resist the chemistry between them, despite seeing him as a player. Adjusting to small-town life proves harder than she expected, and the whispers surrounding her husband’s scandal only intensify her desire to keep her guard up.

As they work together to renovate a garage apartment and her darkroom, hidden desires ignite, but Willow is still dealing with the financial and personal fallout of her marriage. Zach, juggling his rising career and complicated past, finds himself wanting a steadiness he never expected. He knows Willow is the kind of woman who needs commitment, yet he can’t deny the pull he feels toward her.

But when Zach’s ex-girlfriend resurfaces, Willow doubts his intentions, forcing her to confront difficult decisions about trust, forgiveness, and love. With her future hanging in the balance, she must decide whether to protect her heart or risk everything for a chance at something real.

Forever Kind of Love can be found at:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Forever-Kind-Love-Cedar-Hill-ebook/dp/B0G26NRD64/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&dib_tag=se&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.NjU64Jc2xWbVI7TecGBDAlZMds6vw1mgMxdLOuMglKs.yOFl-0nWyJ67ArfT_ucAGxr-ry5mNMgJ49E1EAqfodo&qid=1764085976&sr=8-1

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The Cowboy's Last Chance

             Today, Wild Women Authors feature The Cowboy’s Last Chance, a contemporary western romance, written by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy and published by the Wild Rose Press.

First, a bit about The Cowboy’s Last Chance:

When Vivian Blackburn, recently returned to Southwest Missouri sets out to shoot pictures at a rodeo, she's not looking for a cowboy but when she meets bull rider Calhoun Kelly, she's found one. They have an instant attraction and rapport. They're compatible in every way but one – he has a strong Christian faith and she lost hers after her parents died.

When Vivian experiences strange dreams that seem to warn Calhoun of upcoming danger, she doesn't know what to think. Calhoun decides to hang up his spurs at the end of the season but before he does, he and Vivian are married. They decide they'll settle at her grandmother's old farmhouse but not until he rides his last rodeo. When he's critically injured, his life hangs in the balance. Will Vivian find her faith and pray? It's a close call but time will tell.

 

We will begin with Calhoun Kelly.

Good morning! Let’s begin with where you are from. Rusk, Texas.

Tell us a bit about The Cowboy’s Last Chance. It’s about me. I'm the cowboy—well, a bull rider really—but the “last Chance” is my younger brother, Chance, who died in a rodeo accident a few years ago.

What did you think the first time you saw Vivian? I thought she was beautiful, different from most of the gals who hang around rodeos.

What was your second thought? I stopped her from ordering a chili dog at the concessions stand so she wouldn't get sick. Those things can be deadly. I know I've suffered from a few.

Hah! So was it was love at first sight? Yes. I fell for Vivian that first night and she seemed to feel the same.

What do you like most about her? Vivian is so kind and sweet. She's looked out for me since the first and she's also very intelligent. I can count on her, no matter what.

Important qualities in a life partner, that’s for sure. How would you describe her? One of my nicknames for her is Pretty Lady and she is.  She's the kind of gal I dreamed I'd find but never really thought I would.

How would Vivian describe you? She thinks I'm good looking and I like that. She calls me Cowboy - which I am.

What made you choose to do rodeos for a career? I started young. All three of us Kelly brothers did. It's all I know  how to do and I've got a talent for sticking on the back of a thrashing bull for 8 seconds.

What is your biggest fear? Dying in the arena like my youngest brother.

How do you relax? Listening to music, mostly vintage country, especially Johnny Horton and Johnny Cash, and fishing.

Who is your favorite fictional character? Cullen Bohannon from that “Hell On Wheels” show.

 What is the best piece of advice you ever received? My older brother Lincoln urged me to quit rodeo before I got hurt more than I already have, got killed, or became too old. I finally listened to him but it took a long time.

Thank you for this, Calhoun. Now we’d like to chat with Lee Ann.  

What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? A Tree Grows In Brooklyn is one of the first adult novels I read although I was a child when I did. Betty Smith, the author, captured the Brooklyn of her own childhood in the novel. I often have set novels in my hometown of St Joseph. MO and even the ones set elsewhere are someplace I have been and loved. Rusk is one of those towns.

Is there an event in your private life that you were able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? I have two major things in common with Vivian. She's a former newspaper reporter and photographer - so am I. She's very close with her grandmother and so was I.  I was also a broadcast journalist and covered a rodeo where one of my co-workers (who I was dating at the time) rode a bull as a publicity stunt. That was in the back of my mind when I first came up with this story.

Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? Actually, I have three publishers, Evernight Publishing, World Castle Publishing, and The Wild Rose Press. The Cowboy's Last Chance is a Wild Rose Press book. I had heard positive things about them and decided to submit. I enjoy being one of the Roses in the garden and the support from the owners.

What book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? A biography of the late singer Townes Van Zandt [Going Home In The Dark], Dean Koontz, and anything upcoming by Carolyn Brown, an Oklahoma author who is one of my favorites.

Last, what's up next and when can we expect to see it on the shelves? Drake's Angel will be out in 2026 from Evernight Publishing. My Laredo series featuring the Wilson Family will continue. The fourth book, The Heart of Jacob Wilson, was released in November 2025 from World Castle Publishing. There are more books in that series, and I have three other novels in the submission process as well as two ongoing works in progress.

 LeeAnn brought an excerpt for us:  

Calhoun sprawled backward, pillows propped behind his back, and called his brother. It rang twice before he picked up the phone.

“It’s about time I heard from you.” Lincoln’s East Texas drawl was more pronounced. “What in tarnation is going on?”

“Same old, same old. Riding rodeo, like always.”

“First time I ever called you when a lady answered your phone,” Linc said. “And told me that you were worn out and sound asleep. She refused to wake you, man, but she told me you had a rough ride last night and wrecked. You all right?”

“Sore but fine, yeah.”

“She got me worried, little brother. I already told Sasha that if I didn’t hear from you today or if you didn’t sound right, I would head up that way.”

“Bro, I’m good.” Calhoun appreciated his brother’s concern, but he wanted to blow it off. He didn’t want Lincoln fussing over him. “Better than I’ve been in quite a while.” Although Linc laughed, Cal knew he hadn’t fooled his astute brother. 

“I smell a rat, Cal. There’s more to this story. Either you’re hurt more than you’re letting me know or there’s something with this gal. Which is it?”

“Busted.” Calhoun laughed. He never could fool Linc for long. “I ain’t hurt bad or anything, but I landed on my shoulder last night so it’s sore as a bear. And I’m hurting like any bull rider but nothing serious.”

“I figured something like that. Is it the shoulder you dislocated over at Paducah? And the woman? I hope she’s not a buckle bunny.”

“You ought to know better than that.”

Linc had to be aware how little Calhoun thought of the pushy women with their scanty clothing and desire to take a cowboy home for the night, nothing more. “Same shoulder but it’s not dislocated this time. It just hurts. And she’s the farthest thing from a bunny you could find, Linc. Her name’s Vivian Bradburn. She’s a writer and photographer from Missouri.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Very.”

 

 LeeAnn and The Cowboy’s Last Chance can be found at:

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Bootleg Broadway by Diana Rubino

              Wild Women Authors feature author Diana Rubino and Bootleg Broadway, a story of Prohibition: debauchery, a little romance, along with booze, music, sex, and murder.

Good morning, Diana. Tell us how Bootleg Broadway came to be born. After [my earlier novel] From Here to 14th Street, was set in 1894, I needed to set this book a generation later, which happened to be the 1930s—with Prohibition and the Great Depression as the backdrop. And since the 18^th Amendment, establishing Prohibition, was ratified 105 years ago this week, the timing was perfect.

This is the first book I ever wrote where I created the characters first, with nothing to do yet. The plot developed the way it did because of who they are. My goal was to get the protagonist Billy McGlory into one mess after another. This era couldn’t have been more suited to Billy’s adventures, a few of which he barely escaped with his life.

Tell us a bit about Bootleg Broadway. In this sequel to From Here to 14^TH Street, Vita and Tom McGlory and their three children are struggling to make ends meet. It's 1932. Prohibition rages, the Depression ravages, and Billy McGlory comes of age whether he wants to or not. Musical, and adventurous, Billy dreams of having his own ritzy supper club and big band. On the eve of Billy’s marriage to the pregnant Prudence, the shifty "businessman" Rosario Ingovito offers him all that and more. Fame, fortune, his own Broadway musical…it's all his for the taking, despite Pru's opposition to Rosie's ventures.

Meanwhile, Pru's artistic career gains momentum and their child is born. Can anything go wrong for Billy? Only when he gets in way over his head does he stop to wonder how his business partner really makes his millions, but by then it's far too late…

Tell us some nicknames from a few real life characters: As in From Here to 14^th Street, a lot of characters have nicknames like Piggy Balls and Dirty Neck Bruiso. I sat around the table with my surviving aunts and uncles who were then in their 80s and 90s, and they rattled off these nicknames from ‘the old days’ in Jersey City like they made them up yesterday. That was a standard Italian neighborhood custom, everybody had a nickname. Some were more descriptive than others. But you didn’t just ‘get’ a nickname. You had to earn it.  

Some more nicknames from the old neighborhood included:

Bruno Chicken Body; Butta Jeans; Charlie Burp; Chick a la zoo; Dirty Dicky; Floody; Frankie Butch Butch; Gravel Gertie; Hoo Hoo; Jazzy Lou; Jiji Balls; Jinji; Johnny in for the pot; Juu-jo; Sloppy; and Vigi-Leak

This is my favorite passage from Bootleg Broadway [even though is made my aunt cringe]:

Pru had kept close-mouthed all day about what she was giving Billy for his birthday. He badgered and hounded her, but she wouldn’t give in.

As Ma began divvying up the rum cake, the doorbell rang, and Da came back with a long box. “This thing’s heavy. What’s in here, Pru? Billy’s tombstone?”

Billy cut the ribbon with the cake knife and slid the lid off. Wads of tissue paper filled the box. As he removed the last layer of covering and revealed what was inside, they all gasped—a sculpture of a naked man, in all his masculine glory—and fully aroused. He had one hand on his hip and one foot upon a pedestal on which was inscribed in bold letters, “BILLY.”

“Oh, crap.” His face turned red hot.

Here’s an excerpt:

Heading south on Madison Avenue, I heard the siren. I glanced into the rearview mirror and saw the unmistakable Greyhound radiator ornament of the Lincoln behind me. Cop car. All the gangsters drove Lincolns, which had a top speed of 80, so the cops had to get Lincolns to keep up with them. I tried to get the hell out of his way—he must've been going to a robbery or a diner or something. I pulled over, and he pulled up next to me. Oh, shit. It was me he was after.

I rolled down the window and asked sweetly, "Yes, sir, what can I do for you, sir?"

"License and registration please."

"Uh—what's wrong, officer? Did I commit a traffic violation?"

As the son of the ex-Chief of Police, I should have been real comfortable around cops, but to tell the truth, they scared the hell out of me. The cops my father knew weren't the crooked ones. They were the straight-assed ones, just like him, who fought Tammany and made a career out of busting crooks. They didn't have a price, like the rest of them. Hardnosed bastards, some were frustrated politicians and not smart enough to get into law school, so they enforced the laws from behind their badges. Hell, I was all for law and order, but these guys sometimes took it too far.

"Your back license plate is missing."

Relief drained me. "Oh, drat. It must've got stolen. You know this city—just crawlin' with thieves."

"License and registration, please," he repeated, in what passed for a more menacing cop voice. Now he assumed his cop stance, pudgy fists on meaty hips, waiting while I dug through the glove compartment, tossing aside all the crumpled up sheet music and junk crammed in there. Oh, that's where my emergency pack of cigarettes was, and that old box of prophylactics! But damned if I couldn't find the registration.

"Uh—I can't find it, but it's my car, honest. I mean, it was a gift to me, but it's been paid for, it's not stolen or anything. I can probably find it in my penthouse. You wanna follow me there? It's only two blocks aw—"

"Step out of the car, please."

Uh-oh. I felt my bowels burning. I had two briefcases bulging with two shitloads of money in the back seat.

He poked his head into the car. "What's in the briefcases?"

"Uh—I dunno. I'm doing an errand for somebody."

"Yeah, I'll bet you dunno. Step aside, please."

"Hey, you got a search warrant?" I demanded.

But demanding a search warrant from a New York City cop was like demanding a shot of Scotch from Satan in the middle of Hell.

I didn't want to look. I turned my head and flattened my palms on the roof of the car, like I was being searched. I heard the clicks as he sprang the latches and his not-so-surprised "mm-hmmm" as he checked out the contents.

"Who you doing this errand for, sonny boy?"

What was with the "sonny boy"? He wasn't much older than me. I knew he just wanted to put me down. Screw that. I've been called a lot worse by much better cops than him. He obviously didn't know who I was. "Uh—I'd better get a lawyer or something."

"You'd better come with me."

"Look, uh—you wanna just take a few bills outta there and forget it?” I asked, real generously. “I mean, uh—we're all in this mess together, ya know—"

"Bribing an officer of the law is a very serious offense, sonny boy. You'll have to come with me. Park your car there, please."

"Here? But there's a hydrant here. I'll get a ticket."

Here are other books about Prohibition your readers might enjoy:

The Stork Club - Ralph Blumenthal

Once Upon a Time in NY - Herbert Mitgang

Incredible NY: High Life & Low Life - Lloyd Morris and

The Night Club Era - Stanley Walker

 

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Tetons By Morning by Lucy Kubash

               Today, Wild Women Authors focus on: Tetons by Morning, North Star Legacy, book 2. This contemporary western romance, written by Lucy Kubash is a current release out of the Wild Rose Press.

About the Book:  After a whirlwind summer romance, Casey Girard marries ex-rodeo champ Chance McCord and settles at the North Star, his family’s Wyoming ranch. Certain their love will last forever, she secretly harbors fear he will return to the rodeo circuit.

      Chance never wanted the responsibility of running the ranch. When circumstances force him into that role, he must protect the North Star Legacy, as well as keep his promises to Casey. Loving and protecting her and his stepson are what matter most in his life.

      But when their tragic pasts come back to haunt them, their love is tested to the limit. How will a summer romance survive the depths of winter?

Excerpt:

A moment later, Chance and the wind burst through the kitchen door. As always happened, his presence filled the room, and this morning, the pungent scent of lodgepole pine and saddle leather clung to his rugged physique. His broad shoulders filled out the fleece-lined denim jacket as well as the faded jeans fit his long legs.

At the sight of her handsome, dark-haired husband, Casey’s heart beat a little faster. She’d wondered where he’d gotten off to so early today. Now she knew. He was out riding.

“Casey, you won’t believe what I found.” He crossed the kitchen, his boot steps heavy on the floor. He stopped, pivoted, and saw her. His jaw tensed. “Casey, honey, what’s wrong?” He moved to stand in front of her and, with one chilly hand, lifted her chin.

His gaze flicked to the wall phone. “You were talking to your parents, weren’t you? Isn’t it a little early?”

He pushed back his cowboy hat and scanned her face. No sense in avoiding his question. In his uncanny way, Chance recognized the problem. She lifted her gaze to meet his deep-blue eyes. “You forget it’s two hours later in Michigan. Daddy still goes out to oversee the milking. I just thought…I’d see how they’re doing.”

“So you called them?”

Casey nodded. “Last time we talked, he wasn’t feeling well. I got…worried.” Tears welled in her eyes. She struggled not to let them fall.

Chance sighed and drew her against his chest, holding her close.

She slipped her arms around his middle and pressed her face into his jacket, breathing in the scent of autumn and the mountains. The scent soothed her a little, but a raw sadness still dwelled in her heart.

He stroked her hair with one hand. “I thought you decided not to talk to them for a while.”

“They’re my parents and my son’s grandparents.” She muffled her voice against his jacket. “I can’t just pretend they don’t exist.”

“Nor should you, but I don’t like seeing my wife cry, which seems to happen whenever you have a conversation with them.” He hesitated, took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. His hand stilled in her hair. “Are you sorry?”

Puzzled, Casey lifted her face. “For what?”

“Marrying me. Not taking more time to think about it. Do you wish…?”

She leaned back, taking in his rugged appearance. The past months had been an adjustment in learning to live with Chance and his family. The long Wyoming winter still stretched ahead, but the love that dwelled in her heart only grew stronger every day. “Not for a minute. This is my life now. You’re my life. Never doubt that.”

To prove what she said, Casey drew his head down and kissed him. She played her lips over his, evoking his soft groan. He tasted cold, like the wind, but his lips warmed as she deepened the kiss. His embrace could drive out every sensible thought from her head.

About Our Focus Author: Lucy Naylor Kubash has been writing for most of her life. She began her career writing short romance stories for Woman’s World magazine and now writes contemporary romance for The Wild Rose Press. Lucy has penned a column, The Pet Corner, for nearly 25 years, that advocates for homeless pets and animal rescue. She lives in Michigan, with her husband of 53 years, where they enjoy spending time with their two grown children, an assortment of pets, including Gracie the Beagle and Sandwich Kitty, and traveling whenever possible.

 

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Tetons by Morning can be purchased at:

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