Monday, February 24, 2020

Macgregor's Mail Order Bride

Wild Women Authors is pleased to welcome back Susan Payne and Macgregor's Bride, Book 2 in her Sweetwater series. With her is Mac Macgregor who will go first.
Where are you from? I was born on my parent’s homestead about an hour outside Sweetwater, Kansas. It wasn’t even a town back then. Just a feed and seed lumber mill and general store. Nothing changed until the train was deciding on towns to make their stops in. Now things are booming.
Tell us a bit about Macgregor’s Mail Order Bride. Not much to tell besides what the name tells you. I was well over thirty and my brothers thought I needed a woman’s influence to soften me. Said I was too set in my ways. Too hard and I liked the idea of having young children around the place again. After all, my brothers will soon wed, I’m sure, and I could use a wife. Company for my old age so Jamie helped me find this type of newspaper where women put in ads looking for husbands. Not many single women left in Sweetwater so I had to look farther away. Mavis Miller sounded like a good choice. She was a widow who had lost a child and I needed a woman able to have children. Can’t say it was more than that although she did seem to have a head on her shoulders. I don’t hold back my words and couldn’t have married a stupid person. No, Mavis seemed capable and still had a lot of good years in her. Although Emily, her best friend who accompanied her to the ranch was very attractive and smart as well. Things worked out as they were meant to. I don’t have any complaints. I’m sure no one does.
What did you think the first time you saw Emily Johnston? Like I just said. She was attractive and very loyal to Mavis. Tried to smooth things over between Mavis and I as we learned more about one another. It isn’t that Mavis is lovely and dresses like a city wife but we had trouble, um, communicating. I needed Emily’s help to decipher what Mavis was telling me. How to win her for my wife. 
What was your second thought? That perhaps I had chosen the wrong women to be my wife but what could I do? I had written to Mavis and she seemed to want to be married again. Start another family with me and live out her days on the ranch.
Did you feel it was love at first sight? No, but Emily seemed special from the beginning. I was too set on Mavis getting to know me enough to marry me and ignored all the other signs there was more going on inside me. I don’t usually swerve from a set path once I choose one. I was doggedly following the original plan out of ignorance.
What do you like most about Emily? Her loyalty although if she had been less so it would have been so much easier on me. Maybe pushed me into knowing what I wanted sooner. Learned what Mavis wanted sooner, as well.
How would you describe her? Beautiful. Both in appearance and in her heart. She’s been so hurt and then to take the step to change her whole life to help another find happiness. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t give up everything I know to travel to another state simply to help another. She is perfect.
How would Emily describe you? Not in so many pretty words I’m sure. I’m cantankerous, set in my way, bossy – I know this because Emily has accused me of them and I agree. I also agree she is the only one who can talk me out of doing anything once I set my mind to it.
What made you choose ranching as a career? I was left to raise three younger brothers and they all had big ideas of what they wanted to become. Architect, lawyer and newspaper publisher. Only Jamie loved the ranch as much as I did but I wanted him to have a choice so I sent him on to university, too. As my father taught me, you have to love the land to be a good rancher. I loved it so it wasn’t a hardship to stay on while the others went their own ways.
What is your biggest fear? That I’d lose Emily. The West isn’t the safest place and for women. No doctors to speak of and so many dangers. I don’t know how I’d go on without her. Not now that I’ve found her.
How do you relax? My wife has talked me into playing the piano again. My father taught all us boys to play but he stopped the day my mother passed. I always thought he died of a broken heart because he just wasn’t the same after. I feared that may happen to me but having Emily at my side is more than worth any pain I’d feel if she were taken from me.
Who is your favorite fictional character? I liked Captain Nemo in that new Jules Vern book. Emily and I read it together and I liked the way he ran things. Had to be pretty smart to design such a thing.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? From my brother Jamie when he and I were at loggerheads over my fiancée. He would move out rather than live without Mavis. I know he loves the ranch as much as I do so it made me realize that I loved Emily more than the ranch, more than anything. I should have made sure she knew it.

Thanks for taking time to talk with us, Mac. Now we'd like to spend some time with Susan.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? I’ve always read since I was young so no one author made more of an imprint than another. It merely fed my need to set words to paper to tell the stories I hadn’t heard before. Of men and women who find each other in that precise time in that precise way. My stories must end happily-ever-after even if there is tragedy along the way.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? A loss early in life can make or break a person. How that person reacts to the loss is the difference of living with or through it. I make the most of my life and want others to do so as well.
Tell us a bit about your publisher. An internet friend was being published by The Wild Rose Press so I looked them up to see what they may be interested in my list of finished books. I found that they would help self-publishers with any part of a book they wanted. I contacted RJ and she ‘walked’ me through it. I am pleased with the process and promptness.
What book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? The Lawless Series by Rosanne Bitner. She is published by Sourcebooks and directly with Amazon.
Lastly, what's up next and when can we expect to see it on the shelves? I will be finishing publishing the other three books of the Sweetwater series and then working on the edits sent back by Literary Wanderlust for Montana Lineman. That one should be released prior to the end of 2020.

Macgregor's Mail Order Bride is available at Amazon: 
 https://www.amazon.com/dp/1509230289/ref=cm_sw_r_em_apa_i_KTqcEbAF0P1DV

Where can our visitors learn more about you and your work? Please feel free to contact me at: http://authorsusanpayne.com

Susan brought along an excerpt for us:
     “Mac, I’m glad that Emily has been married because she’s going to have to be lead on this one.”
     “She hasn’t.” At Jamie’s questioning look, Mac repeated a little louder, “She hasn’t been married.” Mac said almost sadly, “It’s complicated but Emily is a virgin.”
     “So basically, you’re both going into this blind,” Jamie said just as sadly. “You may as well be a virgin for all the experience you’ve had.”
     “What makes you so much of an expert? Miss Lily’s isn’t all that fancy of a place. It’s still a lot of one hour visits to my thinking,” Mac grouched.
     “When I was in San Francisco for college, I lived with a very modern thinking woman a few years older than me. She had a wild imagination and broadened my tastes in food and drink and everything else. There wasn’t a surface in that house we didn’t make love on, there wasn’t a position that two people could get into that we didn’t try, and then the sex toys and lubricants ….”
     “Stop,” yelled Mac. “I don’t think I can take hearing about all of that let alone remember to do all of it.”
     “I’m not saying you should. You just have to do what you and Emily feel comfortable doing. I will add that since you’re both virgins....” At Mac’s look of denial, he said, “Both practically virgins, you may want to ensure that she ‘enjoy’ herself by using your mouth. It’s very enlightening, I’ve found.”
     “You mean,” pointing downward, “down there?” Mac was making sure he understood before he made a terrible blunder.
     “Exactly. Well, here goes the anatomy class and once I say this we will never speak of it again, right?”       At Mac’s nod, Jamie disclosed some very personal secrets of a woman’s body. Knowledge he had taken years to learn and techniques he practiced to perfection.
     Mac was somewhat stunned when Jamie finally asked, “Do you understand? Did I go too fast for you?”
     His eyes glassed over from too much information, Mac sat staring out the window. He felt foolish in his ignorance of what actually occurred or could occur between a man and a woman. How he understood his body more as well. Why he sought to be close to Emily, why he wanted to take her to his body and never let her go, why he felt alive whenever she was near him. Everything that Jamie had told him, Mac could see himself and Emily doing. Doing all those wonderous things to and with one another.
     Jamie stood and on the way past his big brother patted him on the shoulder saying, “It’ll be all right. The human race has continued for thousands of years so there must be some instinctive mating rituals that will come out once you’ve started.”
     For a morale booster it wasn’t very strong but Mac hoped Jamie was right.





Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Andrea Downing and Always on my Mind

For those who long for the “good old days”


     1972 - Vietnam, the pill, upheaval, hippies.
     Wyoming rancher Cooper Byrnes, deeply attached to the land and his way of life, surprises everyone when he falls for vagabond hippie Cassie Halliday. Fascinated and baffled, he cannot comprehend his attraction—or say the words she wants to hear.
     Cassie finds Coop intriguingly different. As she keeps house for him and warms his bed at night, she admits to herself she loves him but she misinterprets Coop's inability to express his feelings.
     Parted, each continues to think of the other, but how can either of them reach out to say, "You were 'always on my mind'?"



Wild Women Authors welcomes author Andrea Downing and Always On My Mind, a current Vintage Rose release out of the Wild Rose Press. Andi has brought Cassie Halliday along for the ride, she'll go first.
Where are you from? Boston, Massachusetts
Tell us a bit about Always on My Mind.The story is about Cooper and me, about how we met, stayed together for nearly a year, parted and so on—I don’t want to say too much about that or I’ll give the whole thing away. But really, it’s also about how people don’t say what’s in their hearts, how they say one thing perhaps and mean another, how they hold back from fear of hurting others, and then there’s the other side of the coin, how the words one person does say can be easily misinterpreted by another person, or even just your actions can be misconstrued.
And then—because, of course, it’s called Always on My Mind—it’s also about how we may be thinking of another person, and they may be thinking of us, but neither makes a move so you don’t know. In the ‘70s we didn’t have all these things you have now, Facebook and smartphones and so on, so there really were very few ways to find someone and get back in touch.
What did you think the first time you saw Cooper Byrnes? I thought he was an oddball, very foreign to what I’d encountered at college. He was a lot older than me, which sort of worried me, and he seemed to regard me as if he were going to eat me or something. 
What was your second thought? He seemed kind, he was handsome, and I liked listening to his voice, his accent.
Was it love at first sight? Gosh, no. Attraction, yes, but not love. I thought he was too old for me.
What do you like most about him? He’s steadfast and dependable and shows me a lot of kindness—when he wants to.
How would you describe him? I take it you don’t mean his looks, though he’s really kind of dishy in those cowboy clothes. Coop is a bit of a hard man; he’s very attached to his land, wants things done the way they’ve always been done, which he sees as the right way. He doesn’t stand for much monkey business and has a very dry sense of humor, but I think he’d make a great family man.
How would he describe you? He uses the words ‘airy fairy.’ He doesn’t really know what the heck to make of me, probably thinks I’m sort of aimless, but when I started keeping house for him, I think he saw a different side to me altogether.
What made you choose to be a hippie?Look, it’s the seventies. Everyone is sort of cutting loose and doing their own thing, finding themselves. So am I.
What is your biggest fear?Oh, I don’t know. Making the wrong decision, I guess. If I go on to California, will I ever see Coop again? Will I lose him permanently? And if I stay, will I be missing out on something.
How do you relax? Cooking and gardening. I’ve been told I’m very nurturing.
Who is your favorite fictional character? Hmmm. Holden Caulfield I guess.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? To find myself. So I am.

Callie, this has been great. Having read Always On My Mind, we can attest to the fact that you are very nurturing—and you are braver than most young women of your generation. It takes guts to leave everything you've known and take off for a place on the opposite side of the continent with people you barely know. We wish you luck. Now it's time to chat with Andi.

What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? Every western ever made, I guess, but particularly The Virginian by Owen Wister and Centennial by James Michener. Both were books and then TV programs.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? It wasn’t exactly an event in my private life, it was the actual fight between ranchers and hippies that took place in my local dance hall in Wilson, WY. Without that, the story wouldn’t have evolved. I don’t think you get two more disparate groups of people than ranchers, who are maybe third, fourth, fifth generation on their land and are very attached to it, working from dawn to dusk, and then hippies who are free-wheeling, pot-smoking and generally pretty aimless. At least the ones in the seventies were.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? I’ve been with The Wild Rose Press since 2012 now. They’re very easy to deal with, very protective of their authors, and give us a lot of opportunities.
What book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? I actually don’t read an awful lot of romance because I don’t want to be influenced by other authors’ story lines, and I’ve been reading mostly literary fiction. I have Colson Whitehead’s The Underground Railroad in paper waiting for me, and on my kindle are loads of books, a mix of western and others. I’m a Catherine Ryan Hyde fan, too.
Lastly, what's up next and when can we expect to see it on the shelves? I have completed an historical western romance but I’m just sort of biding my time before sending it off to my editor, so maybe you’ll see it later this year. You’ll be the first to know!!

Andi brought along an excerpt for us:
He didn’t answer but shoved in another forkful of eggs and studied her. “You do want to go, don’t you? You want to join them? All I’ve heard about is dang San Francisco.”
I guess.”
You guess what, for goodness’ sake? Do you or do you not want to go with them?” He tapped the fork three beats by the side of his plate.
Well, I thought I did. I mean, everyone’s going to San Francisco. Haight-Ashbury. It’s supposed to be where everything’s happening. And you don’t want me.”
Jeez, Cassie. I’m not the only alternative. Get a job, for goodness’ sake. What was all your college education about anyway? You did go to college, didn’t you?”
Yeah, but…I went to an all-girls’ college. I don’t think they expected much of us beyond doing secretarial work and becoming wives.”
So find a husband. I don’t care.” He turned back to his paper.
I know you don’t care. I don’t expect you to.”
He let his fork clatter to his plate, and his gaze met hers. “Cassie, you’re like…you’re like…” He watched as a tear made its way down one cheek. “Oh, for gosh sake.”
He met her sorry stare across the dinette, eggs congealing in the kitchen warmth. Outside was the screech of tires as a car pulled up, followed by the laughter and clatter of a group of people, sliding doors hitting the metal of the cab, shouts of “Cassie, Cassie, where are youuuuuuuu?”
He pushed back from the table at the same time as she and went to the window to look out. He swiveled to look at her, see her reaction. Then, with a gentle hand, he pushed her toward the back door.
There you are!” Dave’s voice had a note of happy surprise, which faded as he noticed Coop standing nearby. The boy stumbled as he went to her. “We had to ask that shit Ty where this guy lived and got directions here. Are you okay?”
Cassie faced Coop, her bare feet curling in the dirt in front of the ranch house as he stood on the steps and watched, arm up against a pillar, his own socked feet crossed. Part of him wanted his peace and quiet, his solitude back, but he already knew he would miss her, be sorry to see her go.
She turned back to Dave. “Of course I’m okay. I’m just—”
Well, get your shoes or whatever and we’ll go off. We should get to Salt Lake City this afternoon and stop there before heading west again.”
I…”
She doesn’t want to go with you.” He heard the reluctance in her voice, came down the steps, and stood in front of Dave, challenging. “She’s changed her mind.”
Cassie pivoted to glance at Coop. Surprise mixed with uncertainty faded as a small smile turned up her lips. For a moment, the others were silent, standing there, stupefied. “I…” she began again. “I’m staying here.” She felt bolder, more self-assured.
You must be joking.” Dave’s shifty glance skimmed from one to the other. “Cassie?”
Needing reassurance, she turned to look at Coop, then turned back to Dave. “I’m fed up with traveling in that bus and I like it here. In Jackson.”
She’s staying here,” Coop said. “At least for now.”
Perturbed at this news, the other two friends started to turn back toward the bus. Steve drew out a satchel, then scribbled something on a piece of paper before handing both to her. He nodded before he disappeared into the confines of the van.
Dave stood there gawping. “You’re gonna stay here? With this guy? On a ranch? You’re not coming to Frisco?”
She glanced back at Coop for confirmation.
He stayed stock still.
She turned again to Dave. “Yes, that’s right. I’m staying here with Coop on his ranch. I’ll follow along when I’m ready.”
How you gonna do that? You haven’t any money.”
I have money. At least some left. When I’m ready I’ll come. It’ll be fine. Honest, Dave. I’ll be along shortly. I’ll hitch.”
Dave’s face folded into a picture of doubtfulness. “I guess it’s your choice, Cassie.” He eyed Coop, then turned back to her. “Just be careful, Cass. Don’t fall for this jerk. He has no real interest in you.”
She stood next to Coop, doubt and insecurity filling her like water flowing into a jug. The VW bus pulled out, friends waving, and she knew she was on her own.
Now what?” Her voice was just a whisper. “Now what?”

Thanks for showing us a brief glimpse of Coop and Cassie. 

Where can visitors to our blog find you?

Website and Blog: http://andreadowning.com

Twitter: @andidowning https://twitter.com/AndiDowning

Always on My Mind can be purchased at:
https://www.amazon.com/Always-My-Mind-Andrea-Downing-ebook/dp/B082S8TQD1/

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/always-on-my-mind-andrea-downing/1135994904?ean=2940163058044

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/49696106-always-on-my-mind

https://books.apple.com/us/book/always-on-my-mind/id1491979552

https://www.bookbub.com/books/always-on-my-mind-by-andrea-downing


Monday, February 17, 2020

At Last! A New Starlight Grille Story!!

Moonlighting
Starlight Grille ~ Book 3
A blast from the past, a ten-year old matchmaker with a valentine wish, an omission, and a villainous man…a recipe for disaster? Or love against all odds?
Tucker Benson’s decision to move to a new town, build a new business, and protect his daughter does not include finding a replacement for his cheating wife. But his ten-year old daughter has other plans. And she’s found the one!
Mary Beth Walters’ life is up-to-the-brim full. When her high school crush, now single father, moves to town, she is tempted. Only problem is, he doesn’t recognize her. That could be a good thing. Or end in trouble.
When Tucker discovers the secret Mary Beth holds close to her heart, will love be enough to overcome broken trusts?

EXCERPT 
The doorbell chimed. Mary Beth grabbed an aqua and pink mottled scarf to offset the drab blue jeans and stark white of her sweater and beelined down the stairs. Like a puppy, all gangly legs and lurching moves, she raced toward the door to swing it wide. “Hey.” That came out a little breathless. She tried to tamp down the panting from her jog down the stairs. Never mind the stitch in her side after the gobbled toast.
“Hey, yourself.” Possibly breathless worked for Tucker. His grin widened to the width of the open doorway. His hair was tousled from the chilled breeze off the ocean. His cheeks red, like he’d waited in the winter sunshine for his watch to hit the half-hour mark.
She stepped past him onto her front porch and pulled the door shut. “So, no Bunnie?”
“No Bunnie. Better this way.” He cupped her cheek and planted a kiss. She was so needy and full of lust that her brain frizzled and fried on the spot. The kiss was gentle and slowly sweet until morphing into, oh yeah, a little bit naughty. She opened to him. His teeth nipped and his tongue tangled with hers, as she pressed against his solid body, wanting so much more. The more she’d fantasized about since high school. The more that could happen if she only had the courage to step back, grab his hand, and pull him inside and up the stairs.
The slam of her neighbor’s door across the street filtered through her brain in slow motion. But Tucker’s groan snapped her common sense back into place. Sunday. On her front porch. For all to see. She shoved against the chest she wanted to stay glued to, bit down on her lip as the cold air replaced Tucker’s warmth, and sucked in a deep breath to regain her equilibrium.
Mary Beth stepped back again. Not for her own sake, but for his. She desperately wanted to stay in his arms, despite what the neighbors might think, and fling her arms around his neck and murmur to hell with lunch.

AUTHOR BIO

~ cottages to cabins ~ keep the home fires burning ~


A transplanted big city gal, world-wide traveler, and foreign-service brat, who now lives in a coastal Maine town, Delsora Lowe loves to write about small town heroes from the cowboys and ranchers of Colorado to the game wardens and lobstermen of Maine. Her work in the hospitality industry, rape crisis, admissions, alumni relations, and women’s advocacy has allowed her to interact on a daily basis with real life heroines and heroes.
Lowe’s family visits to Colorado are the inspiration for her Cowboys of Mineral Springs series. Between her daughter’s wedding and her son’s home on the coast of Maine, she gathered plentiful ideas for the Starlight Grille series, as well as the Galway Cove series, currently being written. And soon, thanks to a college education in Vermont as inspiration, look for a holiday sweet romance about saving a Vermont Inn.
Lowe also publishes 5-Minute Romances in Woman’s World magazine. 

She is a Published Author Network (PAN) member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA), a non-profit group founded in 1980 and dedicated to writers of genre romance. She is an active member of several writing chapters in Maine, Rhode Island, New England, New Jersey, and Oregon, as well as on-line industry groups related to various topics including writing for Woman’s World, seasoned romance, contemporary western romance, and New England Indie Writers.

WHERE TO FIND DELSORA . . . 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Delsora-Lowe/e/B01M61OM39/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 Books2Read: https://www.books2read.com/ap/8GWm98/Delsora-Lowe
BookBub:
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/delsora-lowe-93c6987f-129d-483d-9f5a-abe603876518 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16045986.Delsora_Lowe
FaceBook:
https://www.facebook.com/delsoraloweauthor/ Website: www.delsoralowe.com Blog: http://www.delsoralowe.com/blog

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Monday, February 3, 2020

Liz Flaherty and The Healing Summer


Wild Women Authors is pleased to feature author Liz Flaherty as she celebrates the release of The Healing Summer. With Liz is Carol of Carol's Clip Joint in Peacock Tennessee. Liz will go first though she's a little startled that someone wants to interview her—she’s one of those “always a bridesmaid” people, which is just fine with her.
Where are you from? Peacock, Tennessee. No one ever finds us unless they turn the wrong way off the interstate, but we like to tell people that when it comes to nice people and gentle places, our town makes Mayberry look wild and wooly.
What do you do there? I’m the owner and operator of Carol’s Clip Joint. It’s a three-chair beauty salon right next door to the Methodist church on Main Street. I bought it when I figured out life wasn’t going to go in any of the directions I planned on. It’s one of those places people come when they need to talk, you know? Kids do their homework while their moms have foils on their heads. There’s a “take one, leave one” bookshelf free to all. I’m very proud of my place—sometimes it’s a stopping point between heartbreak and its solution. For me as well as my clients! Plus, we do nails and we’re great with color.
How did you meet Steven Elliot? He was married to a dear friend, Promise, and is the brother of two other dear friends. He’s ornery and a pain in the neck and so good-looking he makes my knees wobble just looking at him, but he’s one of the good guys. I wouldn’t trust him with my heart—which is kind of a play on words, since he’s a cardiothoracic surgeon—but well, maybe I would. Maybe.
Was it love at first sight? Oh, good heavens, no. He was just someone who was always there on the periphery of my life. I cut his hair when he came down from Knoxville. When he needed to talk about Promise, I listened. And talked, too—we both loved her. She’s been gone for three years now, and Steven and I laugh because we know very well what she’d be saying to him at this point: “Get a life, desperado.” It was never my intention to venture in from the edges of that life.
What do you like most about Steven? Remember where I said he was a pain in the neck? Yeah, I like that in a guy. And where I said he was good-looking? I have to admit I like that, too, but what I like even better is that he doesn’t know how handsome he is. He can rock a suit that costs more than my car and my entire wardrobe, but spends most of his time in jeans and tee shirts under his lab coat. In case you wondered, he also rocks a lab coat.
And what do you like least? That he’s a pain in the neck. Just kidding! He’s kind of self-involved sometimes. Entitled. When we first started dating, he asked if we could be exclusive. He wasn’t pushy about it, but since I’m the loyal type, I said “sure,” because I don’t even have the time to spend with one guy, much less more than that. However, when I asked that the exclusivity go both ways, he was startled. He went along with it, but I think he just hadn’t expected the chubby girl from his hometown was going to make demands of her own.
What made you become a stylist? I never meant to make it a career, just a stopgap thing until I could complete my education and become…well, something an educated person becomes. But life got hard. My high school boyfriend was killed in the military. Our precious baby girl, Miranda, died of SIDS. My brother committed suicide. I had to keep plugging away. I owed it to the memory of those people I loved to be the best I could be. It turned out that being a beautician—and a friend—was that best. I’m not taking chances again, by any means—I’m not going to fall in love with the desperado, but I like who I am. I like my life.
What is your biggest fear? Loss. I don’t like admitting that, because I like being strong, but those losses when I was 18 were egregious—I don’t feel as if I could survive it again.
How do you relax? I don’t. That’s why I want that vacation on Topsail Island. Believe me when I say I need that time.
Thank you for spending time with us, Carol. Now we'd like hear what Liz has to say.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? I think I became a writer because of Louisa May Alcott’s Jo March character. Although I’ve loved many writers and books since, Little Women is still the biggest influence. And that new movie? It rocks! It’s my favorite version ever.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? I’ve been affiliated with the Wild Rose Press for many years, although they are not my only publisher. I love that they are willing to work with an author on nearly any question. With this particular book, I was difficult about the cover, though not wrong, and I love the one I ended up with.
What book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? You know, I don’t know. I have a lot of cozies on there, because I love them and I can’t write them. A few memoirs. Not so many romances anymore, but lots of women’s fiction.
Lastly, what's up next and when can we expect to see it on the shelves? A Place to Hang Her Heart is my novella in the February 11 release of Be My Heartwarming Valentine: A Heartwarming Christmas Town Box Set. Other than that, I’m working hard on a series for Harlequin Heartwarming.
Where can we find you? I’m all over the place—I think I blog so much I’ve worn out my welcome in a few places. But thank you for coming by, and feel free to visit me…all over the place.
Bio:
Retired from the post office and married to Duane for…a really long time, USA Today bestselling author Liz Flaherty has had a heart-shaped adult life, populated with kids and grands and wonderful friends. She admits she can be boring, but hopes her curiosity about everyone and everything around her keeps her from it. She likes traveling and quilting and reading. And she loves writing.
Buy links:
The Healing Summer is available in both paperback and ebook.

I brought along an excerpt, just to give you a better look at Carol and Steven. I hope you like it.
There had been other “hook-ups,” both during break-up times and since Promise’s death, but he had never given serious thought to waking up with anyone he slept with—at least, not on a consistent basis. No one ever asked or expected him to be faithful. No one called him her boyfriend. No one admitted they had to pee like a racehorse—it was as if the women he’d been with didn’t have bodily functions other than orgasm.
Not that exclusivity was a problem. It wasn’t at all.
“I don’t need you to fall in love with me or promise me lifelong loyalty or any of that. I don’t even expect you to consider our relationship a…well, a relationship, but I’m not much into that kind of adventure, either.” She grinned sheepishly. “I know I sound like a prude, but so be it.”
He knew she was no prude. She was exciting and sexy and so much fun he sometimes he went days on end thinking he might actually be able to live without Promise. Not just exist, but live, with a large part of his heart intact.
“I want to be your boyfriend,” he said. “No class ring—I hocked it to buy beer when I was a freshman in college. But we’ll sit together at all the Little League games and the Cup and Cozy and I’ll even buy—if I have any money. When you’re taking care of Reese and pretending you’re not, I’ll pretend right along with you. What do you think?”
“I think you have your eye on my Mustang.”
“Nah, it’s too little—hurts my knees—though I probably look good in it. Not as good as I do on a motorcycle, but not bad. I’ll be an excellent boyfriend.” He lifted her hand, turning the chain he’d given her round and round. “Boyfriends give charm bracelets.”
“Well, since you did give me the bracelet and I love it, it’s okay with me if you’re my boyfriend. For the summer anyway.” She leaned in to kiss him, her hand on his shoulder, and he caught her wrist just to touch her. He loved her skin.
“You don’t think I’ll stay in Peacock, do you?” He held her gaze.
“No.” But she didn’t seem unhappy—not even a little bit sad. “You’re too—I don’t know—intense, maybe. You move too fast. No one does that here. You know that. Besides, you’ve been gone too long. Other than a few weeks some summers and the awful time while Promise was sick, you haven’t actually lived here since you left for Vanderbilt. And I don’t think you’ve wanted to, have you?”
She was right—until this summer, he hadn’t wanted to come back here. But that was before finding Miss Abigail’s. Before Jamie Scott died.
Before Carol.
“Dillon was away for years,” he said. “He didn’t even come and visit after his folks retired to Arizona, and look at him now. You couldn’t pry him off Lawyers Row with a crowbar.”
Carol shook her head. “Dillon came home and found Grace. Had she not been here, he wouldn’t be either.”
But you’re here. Steven didn’t say the words out loud. He was startled to have even thought them.
She checked the clock on the oven. “It’s time for me to go. I told Grace I’d pick them up at ten. When are you guys leaving?”
“As soon as everyone kisses his wife goodbye. I’ll follow you into town and kiss you at the same time so you won’t feel out of place or anything.”
She went to the sink, rinsing the coffee carafe and their cups and draping the dishcloth neatly over the sink divider. “That’s really big of you. You’re not going to throw your cell phone away or anything like they did in that movie, are you?”
He picked up her suitcase to follow her out the door. “Nope. Why? Are you going to worry about me?”
“Heavens, no.” She opened the Mustang’s trunk for him. “I’m not your mother.” She gave a little toss of her ponytail. “I’m your girlfriend.”


Monday, January 27, 2020

Susan Payne and Harrison Ranch Returns

For a second week, Wild Women Authors features Susan Payne, and Seth Harrison, from Susan's historical romance, Harrison Ranch. Seth goes first.

Where are you from? Born and raised on the Harrison Ranch outside of Sweetwater, Kansas. Been no further than Kansas City for the beef auctions and see no reason to. I like where I am.
Tell us a bit about Harrison Ranch. As I said, I like it right fine. My parents were a little older than most when I was born so they passed when I was still young. No where near enough experience to run a ranch on my own. My father’s right-hand-man, Sully, raised me the rest of the way. A great horseman and pretty good cattle man to boot. We made the ranch into what it is today. Made my father proud even if I say so myself. Callie has only added to the homestead. Making me into more than a ranch hand. She’s welcomed so many and made the place into a home. Probably more like what it would have been had my mother lived longer.
What did you think the first time you saw Callie? I thought there was a kid who’d climbed up on top of the counter after something. Shocked me so, I yelled a warning and ended up startling Callie into falling. I near broke my neck catching her before she hit the floor. What was your second thought? I knew I wasn’t holding a kid, that’s for dang sure. She may be small but Callie’s all woman. Simply a smaller version than most.
Was it love at first sight? Not love. I was still coming to grips with the fact my new cook was female and pretty and young. I wasn’t expecting any of that you can be sure. Wouldn’t have allowed such a pretty woman near all those horn… um, unmarried ranch hands. Women on a ranch means problems. Nothing more than that. Otherwise, I like women just fine.
What do you like most about her? You mean besides her looks? Probably that she can think for herself. Nothing seems to stop her from doing what needs to be done. Not her size, not her lame foot, not her energy. She simply keeps going…even when I don’t think its best.
How would you describe her? Pretty and smart and way too good for the likes of me but I’m not telling her that. I was lucky she is as independent as she is. Otherwise she may have hared off when we first met. I wasn’t very welcoming but the rest of the men let me know if she went, then so would they. Never thought a good cook would mean the difference between having ranch hands or not.
How would she describe you? Probably, pigheaded. Stuck in my ways. Unappreciative. Only a half-broke mustang. Maybe, even typical male.
What made you choose ranching as a career? For me there wasn’t any other choice. I went to school with the neighbor boys, the Macgregors. Their mother and father would teach us. The four sons had to take piano lessons as well as reading, writing and arithmetic. Sully taught me every thing else I needed to know.
What is your biggest fear? I’m afraid of losing Callie. She’s tough but she was raised in a big city. Worked in a fancy hotel restaurant. Is used to having certain amenities around her. I’m afraid she’ll want to return there although she’s been bringing in so many other orphans from St. Michaels it seems like we’re starting our own orphanage right there on the ranch. Callie’s like a magnet for those in trouble or looking for a home. I guess it’s another reason I love her.
How do you relax? H-mmm, ride out over my land. Stop out by the pond on Sweetwater. As long as Callie’s with me, I’m happy. I’m content.
Who is your favorite fictional character? Fictional? You mean like in a book? I mostly read cattle and ranching periodicals. Not much for reading just to read. I guess someone from the Bible. Moses – he led his people to freedom and happiness.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? That was from Sully. He told me to get a ring on Callie’s finger before someone else. Best thing I ever did.
We thank you for spending time with us, Seth. Now we'd like to chat with Susan.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? Barbara Cartland. She wrote sweet romances but could describe a dress or hair style like no other. Her books were a little predicable but always a happy-ever-after. I have recently read a trope that called such books ‘costume porn’ which made me laugh out loud. Readers lived vicariously through the gowns and jewels in all her novels. She wrote a lot of Cinderella style stories – from destitute to duke’s wife.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? I listen to my characters and their particular voice. When I first tried writing years ago, I wasn’t happy with the outcome. Everything I wrote seemed forced and insipid. Now I listen to my characters as they tell me what happened and why. How their life experiences formed what and who they were when I meet them. They may change further after we meet but I always know them. Know what they would or wouldn’t do and why. I’m no longer trying to guide or push them into a mold. To do this or that because it’s time.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? The Wild Rose Press was releasing a friend’s book and when I checked them out found they would help authors self-publish. I knew Sweetwater would be difficult to publish as it is, so I decided to do so myself.
What book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? So many – and mostly historical. All eras. I love visiting people from decades ago to eons ago. Seeing how we are still similar even if we have evolved. How what happened then formed the way we deal with things now. I enjoy learning about how England changed one way and America changed another even if we basically started out with the same laws, language, etc.
Lastly, what's up next and when can we expect to see it on the shelves? I am planning on continuing to publish the Sweetwater series. Three more books with two stories each. Hopefully all out by June 2020. I also have one under contract with Literary Wanderlust, Montana Lineman, releasing prior to end of 2020.

Harrison Ranch and Macgregor's Mail Order Bride (Sweetwater) is available in paperback and e-book through most online book sellers at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1509230289/ref=cm_sw_r_em_apa_i_KTqcEbAF0P1DV

To learn more about Susan Payne and the stories she creates, go to: http://authorsusanpayne.com

Susan brought an excerpt from Harrison Ranch:

          Seth wasn’t wearing his hat and held the plate out in front of him, a hesitant smile on his lips as he said, rather too robustly, “Miss Callie, this sure smells great. Thought I’d come down and have a meal with the rest of the men.”
          Callie looked down at the roast and fought her instincts to yell, throw something, cry or run - anything to get away from this man. Instead, she pulled on some inner strength and searched around in the bottom of the pan for the piece of roast end she hadn’t planned on serving. 
           Picking it up between the fork and knife blade, she slapped it onto the empty plate. The au jus splashed on to Seth’s shirt and vest but only a slight flutter of his left eyelid indicated he was aware of it.
          Callie raised the full ladle and inquired, “Au jus?”
          The entire row of men stepped back toward the door as one cohesive unit and stared with wide eyes at the hypnotizing drama playing out before them.
           Seth politely replied, “Thank you, no.”

Monday, January 20, 2020

Harrison Ranch by Susan Payne

Wild Women Authors is pleased to feature Susan Payne and Calliope St. Michaels from Susan's recent release, Harrison Ranch, Book 1 of the Sweetwater Series. Callie will go first.

Where are you from? I was raised in St. Michaels Foundling Home in New York City until I graduated at eighteen. I thought to stay forever, take vows but the Mother Superior said I had more important things to do. I don’t know what could be more important than raising parent-less children into independent adults. Ones able to earn their keep and raise families of their own.
Tell us a bit about Harrison Ranch. The first time I saw Sweetwater, the town where my train trip ended, I knew I was home. I can’t explain but everything I had been through, and some of it had been very unpleasant, melted away. It seemed perfect, absolutely perfect and the people became my friends. I can’t say enough about how everyone made me feel welcome.
What did you think the first time you saw Seth Harrison, your employer? Well, I was shocked since he was yelling at me and then my ankle gave way toppling me off the counter I was standing on. He caught me but was so angry…thought he would fire me on the spot.
What was your second thought? That he was attractive and knew it. Bossy and didn’t care who knew it. And that I may be over my head in trouble.
Was it love at first sight? No, certainly not love but I realized that he was someone special to me. I knew him after only a few words. I knew him as no one else ever would.
What do you like most about Seth? The way he cares about the men working for him, Well, everyone on the ranch. He makes it his duty that every living thing, including the employees, are safe and well taken care of. That’s how I became the ranch hands’ cook. He told his solicitor in Kansas City to hire the best so I was sent to Sweetwater. I bless the day.
How would you describe him? Physically, he’s tall and slender. More of a whipcord strength. You need to be to work a cattle and horse ranch full time. Blond hair with the bluest eyes. Reminds me of the Kansas sky in summer. And protective – too protective to my way of thinking.
How would he describe you? More than once I’ve heard him say I’m a pain in his… Well, that doesn’t matter. He sees me as delicate because I’m so small and I have this lame foot. But I’m not delicate or in need of protection. I think he finally knows that now but not at first. At first, I think he wanted to send me packing before I got hurt doing the job. Cooking for a large group isn’t that easy and means lifting heavy pots and pans all day. But I’ve done it for years. First at the orphanage and then at a posh restaurant. He has more respect for me and my abilities now.
What made you choose cooking as a career? Like all the orphans at St. Michaels, I learned how to do a little of everything. But I’m very methodical and began setting the kitchen to rights. I found that if we changed a few things, it made the work flow better. Then I was put in charge of buying and found a knack for bartering and trading making the monthly budget go further. The recipes I learned from the various nuns helped me make nourishing food without added expense.
What is your biggest fear? That Seth will get hurt. He works with wild, unbroken horses, rides with the cattle herds, has chased rustlers. Right after I first met him, he’d gotten shot and was in a coma for days. I don’t want to go through that again.
How do you relax? Promise you won’t laugh? I read cookbooks. I particularly like to read those written by ordinary people to keep track of their family favorites. I get some from Europe and have had to learn a few other languages. At least enough to know what the ingredients are.
Who is your favorite fictional character? Probably Kate in Shakespeare’s play. I think she put up a wall to hide behind but she fought for those she loved. I’d like to think I’m a little like that. Passionate about those I care about.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? That would have to be from the Mother Superior. She always had something to say to lift you up and help you choose the right path. She simply knew what was needed at the time. Probably the one about not becoming too comfortable with yourself. That we are tested and pulled in many directions so we must stay true to our inner selves while allowing other’s in. Open to change and to understand where others may be coming from.
Thank you for sharing time with us, Callie. It's now the time to chat with Susan.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? So many since I read everything, I could lay my hands on since I was eight years old. Many of them were above my comprehension level but I remember them. Pearl S Buck was one author I remember clearly.”
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? My own family on my mother’s side were extremely strong, independent women. Without much formal education, my great aunt went from nothing to being one of the wealthiest women of her town. Married at fourteen to a much older man, bearing two children, then widowed, she amassed a hotel, rental houses, bought the first automobile owned by a woman in town although she didn’t know how to drive, and other firsts. She helped raise her whole family from poverty and instilled a work ethic in all of us. I write about that kind of women – women brave enough to strike out in their own way and accomplish goals others thought impossible.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: I found The Wild Rose Press through a friend I made on line. She had a book under contract and I thought to query a few of mine to see if they had an interest. As I studied their web site, I found they would help self-publishers on an ala carte basis which is what I did. I found them very helpful going through the process and allowed me to get my stories to the public in a relatively short time.
What book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? So many right now – mostly historical romance. I love anything by Gina Conkle – her stories are so riveting and passionate. I only read thirty to fifty a year now that I’m publishing. I still write a novel a month so most of my time goes there.
Lastly, what's up next and when can we expect to see it on the shelves? I have three more books of the Sweetwater series with two novellas per book. Montana Lineman, about a mail order bride in the 1870s is being published by Literary Wanderlust by the end of 2020. And I have plans to release a few of my London Regency novels.
Where may visitors to this blog learn more about you, Susan? You can keep up with my books by checking my web site or send me questions at – http://www.authorsusanpayne.com

To purchase Harrison Ranch and Macgregor's Mail Order Bride, Book 1, Sweetwater series, go to: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1509230289/ref=cm_sw_r_em_apa_i_KTqcEbAF0P1DV
Susan brought an excerpt for us:

          Callie lay on her bed, watching the moonlight move across the wall like a sundial marking off the hours. She was excited about going to town with Seth. She was excited about his asking her to step out with him. She was excited by the way his mouth on hers made her feel, inside where the nuns said women had to be careful not to mistake lust for love.
          She never had to understand that before. Actually, she thought she had it all under control since she never had been tempted to ‘lust’ with anyone before now. Because she had not been tempted, she thought she was in control. That was before Seth Harrison had come into her life.
          Now she knew she was not immune to ‘lust’. Just as the nuns had warned all the girls in the home, they could get caught up in ‘lust’ and lose their immortal soul. Not that Sister Mary Margaret said as much but she seemed more down-to-earth than many of the nuns at St Michaels. Callie had been under that nun’s authority far longer than any other. Sister Mary Margaret was whom Callie looked to for guidance right after the Virgin Mary.

Monday, January 13, 2020

Night of the Owl by Judith Sterling

.....PhD student Ardyth Nightshade has renounced men and pursues her twentieth-century career with single-minded focus. When fate whisks her to medieval England, she meets her match in a man whose passions mirror her own. Can she sacrifice ambition for a love she never sought?
.....Hugh, Lord Seacrest confounds all who know him. He refuses to marry without a meeting of minds and hearts, and no lady has even approached his ideal…until Ardyth. But she's an odd one, with unique skills, shocking habits, and total conviction she needs no man. She also harbors secrets, and in the midst of rumors, plots, and murder, trust is fragile.
.....A woman outside of her time. A man ahead of his. They must take a leap of faith to forge a bond that will shape history.

Wild Women Authors is pleased to welcome author Judith Sterling as she celebrates [her wedding anniversary it appears] as well as the release of Night of the Owl, a time travel romance, published by the Wild Rose Press. With Judith is Ardyth Nightshade, a time traveling graduate student. As is our practice, Ardyth will go first.
Where are you from? I was raised in one of Chicago’s historic neighborhoods, close to the University of Chicago, where my dad was a professor of Medieval Studies.
Tell us a bit about Night of the Owl. It’s the story of my journey back to the England of AD 1102. I’d landed a job as a research assistant in the summer of 1986 and was staying at my family’s ancestral estate in Northumberland when I experienced a time slip that changed my life forever.
What did you think the first time you saw Hugh, Lord Seacrest? I thought he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen, with a dangerous amount of sex appeal.
What was your second thought? He seemed to be hiding something.
Was it love at first sight? Not love but a magnetic attraction.
What do you like most about Hugh? He’s as passionate about history as I am, but he also focuses his passion on me.
How would you describe him? A good and loyal man, though intense at times. He’s medieval but learning to accept more modern viewpoints…mine in particular!
How would he describe you? As the woman he was waiting for.
What made you choose academia for a career path? I come by it naturally. Both of my parents love history, and my dad wasn’t just a professor before his retirement; he was also a department head. I’ve admired him all my life.
What is your biggest fear? Losing those I love. Also high on the list is false accusation.
How do you relax? I enjoy reading, swimming, and spending time with friends and loved ones.
Who is your favorite fictional character? It’s a tie between Austen’s Elizabeth Bennet and Stoker’s Van Helsing.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received? To follow my intuition. (Thanks, Mom!)
Thank you, Ardyth, for spending time with us. Now it's time to put Judith in the spotlight.
What movies or books have had an impact on your career as a writer? Movies: Rebecca, The Uninvited, Gone with the Wind, Margie, and Sense and Sensibility. Books: anything by Barbara Michaels/Elizabeth Peters, Whitney, My Love by Judith McNaught, Lady of Hay by Barbara Erskine, and Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.
What event in your private life were you able to bring to this story and how do you feel it impacted the novel? There’s no single event that impacted the story, but my relationship with my husband definitely influenced it. History brought us together, just as it did Ardyth and Hugh. There’s a lot of both of us in Night of the Owl, so when the release date fell on our wedding anniversary, it seemed meant to be. Not only that, but I wore my hair like the cover model’s on my wedding day. Neither my publisher nor the cover artist knew about either coincidence.
Tell us a bit about your publisher: how did you hear about them and what influenced your decision to submit to them? I happened upon one of The Wild Rose Press’s books online, and it was the first I’d heard of them. I did a little research, liked what I read, and submitted my first medieval romance right away.
What book[s] currently rest on your TBR pile? A Demon’s Witch by Tena Stetler, Love is Lovelier by Donna Simonetta, and Dragon Knight’s Medallion by Mary Morgan.
Lastly, what's up next and when can we expect to see it on the shelves? The Sword Unsheathed, the third book in my young adult paranormal series, Guardians of Erin, is moving toward publication. I’ll reveal the cover soon, and it should be released in the first quarter of 2020. I’m also writing Return of the Raven, the fifth and final book in The Novels of Ravenwood series, which should be released before the end of the year.

Judith brought an excerpt from Night of the Owl with her:
     Ardyth looked from one tunnel entrance to the next, and then the next. The ledge in front of them was substantial. It ran along the rock wall to the right, all the way to the mouth of the cave, winding around it to continue along the outer cliff.
     Again, she pointed. “Where does that lead?”
     “Shouldn’t you be doffing your clothes?”
     Her eyes narrowed. “In other words, you don’t intend to answer my question.”
     He grinned. “Clever, aren’t you?”
     She returned his smile. “I like to think so.”
     “If you’re stalling because you cannot swim—”
     “Oh, I can swim.” She could hardly wait to feel the cool water on her skin.
    He folded his arms, and his intense, gray eyes held a dare. “Then show me.”
     “Hold this.” She handed him the folded smock. Get ready to eat crow, buddy! Quickly, she removed her boots, hose, and tunics. When only her thin, white chemise remained, she stole a peek at her skeptical host. He stared at her bare feet.
     She sighed. “I know. My feet are hardly attractive. In fact, I’ve always thought my toes resemble…”
     He raised his eyebrows. “What?”
     Astronauts. But I can’t tell you that. “Nothing.”
     His eyebrows settled again, but the orbs beneath them seemed to glow with a new light. “I beg to differ with your opinion. Your feet are quite…lovely.”
     She almost laughed, until heat flooded her cheeks. I’m blushing? “Thank you,” she muttered. With an inward groan, she started toward the water.  
     For crying out loud! He only complimented your feet. Your pale, crazy, NASA-evoking feet. Get a grip!
     The ocean breeze caught the hem of her smock as she stepped into the surf. Foamy water—colder than she would’ve liked—enveloped her feet. Thank God for the heat of the sun! But this was the closest she’d come to a bath in days, and she was determined to prove her skills to the man who underestimated her at every turn. She waded forward, and the brisk, undulating water swallowed her calves, knees, thighs, and hips.
     “Lady Ardyth!”
     She turned. Her dry smock in his hands, Hugh stood with feet well apart on the wet sand.
     “You needn’t prove your courage further!” he called above the lapping, swishing voice of the sea. “Come back before—”
     “Courage isn’t the point! Swimming is!” The level of the surrounding water lowered to her thighs, signaling a coming wave.
     She turned just as it crested and dove headfirst into it. Completely submerged in the chill, rushing water, she headed left and allowed herself to rise to the surface. She swam freestyle for several strokes, then flipped onto her back and floated with abandon. After a minute or two, she flipped over, and swam in the opposite direction. Then she stood with the water at her ribs, waited for the next wave, and indulged in body surfing, which carried her with a whoosh back toward shore.
     Satisfied, she straightened, knee-deep in the water. Her wet chemise clung to her frame, and she knew Lord Seacrest was getting a lordly eyeful. Her nipples were rock-hard from the cold.
     She rolled her eyes toward the bright, blue sky. My kingdom for a bra! And throw in a pair of underwear, too! But both articles of clothing were back at Nihtscua and not likely to appear anytime soon. For the first time since plunging into the surf, she regarded Hugh.
     Eyes wide, her dry smock clutched in his hands, he stood as if frozen. Only his gaze moved, traveling from her breasts to the apex of her thighs.
     She pulled the smock away from her flesh as best she could and advanced toward him, stopping an arm’s length away. “I told you I could swim.”
     He blinked. Then his full, sensual lips curled into a smile. “Indeed, you did.”
     “And?”
     “And what?”
     “You’ve doubted me twice already. Perhaps you owe me an apology.”
     His eyes widened, then relaxed. “Perhaps I do. Pray…forgive me.”
     The words couldn’t have come easily, and the fact he’d said them made her grin. “I forgive you. This time. But I ask respectfully that you not underestimate me again.”
     For two seconds, he hesitated. “ĘĽTis a reasonable request, and I shall endeavor to honor it.” He gave her a quizzical look. Then he shook his head and chuckled. “Is there anything you cannot do?”
     She thought for a moment. “I’ve never ridden aside. If I’m going to ride something, I spread my legs.” The instant the words left her mouth, she cringed inside. Good God. That came out all wrong!
     Humor curved his lips, but his eyes smoldered. Did his thoughts mirror hers? He took a step closer, and his masculine aura invaded her personal space. “Tell me more.”

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