• Announcements and New Releases

    Love, Christmas: A Christmas Getaway hit the USA Today Bestseller list.

    Wow. Just wow.

    I was sitting at my desk when a message came over from Susan Stoker.

    Susan: Congrats on the USAT

    Me: No fucking way!


    I couldn’t believe it! I still can’t. I keep waiting for someone to tell me it’s not true, that they made a mistake.

    But this image says something different!

    If you haven’t downloaded your copy, it’s still only .99 cents. Lets keep it on the list!

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  • Random Musings

    A Christmas Getaway: A story about life, loss, and finding love again

    They say time heals all wounds. I’m honestly not so sure I believe in that sentiment wholeheartedly.

    I sound like a pessimist, don’t I?

    My entire life I’ve waffled between the belief that anything is possible, tomorrow will be a new day, that there is hope, and we can get through all things in life. But I’ve also straddled the pragmatic side…as in we have two choices

    1. We can sit idle and do nothing
    2. We can move forward, always looking to the future, but living in the present

    I’m a pretty paratactical girl who likes to daydream.

    I had an interesting childhood, filled with love, drama, heartache, pain…you name it. But really, isn’t that life?

    A friend of mine lost her husband to cancer a little over 4 years ago. He battled to the very end. As a couple, they were positive through the entire thing. Even when it was time to break down and cry, everything they said had a twist toward the positive. To them, life and love, no matter how short or long, was a gift. Something to cherish and when life took a bad turn, that was the time to remember to live life true to yourself.

    You do you kind of thing.

    When I was asked to write in the Love, Christmas Anthology, which had to be based on a holiday movie, I chose The Christmas Getaway from Hallmark. Why? I liked the premise. Two people forced to share the same space in a cabin over the holidays because of a mix up in reservations. I thought that would be cute. I honestly thought I’d write a romantic comedy. I had visions of my heroine baking cookies, dumping flour over the hero. I had images of her falling down on the slopes, taking him out with her. That’s all fine and dandy, but I had no backstory.

    So, I started with my heroine. She’s a widow. Lost her husband before her son was born. He was a pilot in the Navy…oh, me thinks this won’t be a comedy. Then I got to thinking about my dear friend, who is the strongest woman I’ve ever met, and her children, and how they’ve tried to keep up the traditions, while moving forward with life. Because as my friend always said, life goes on. So, I made my heroine a kick ass woman who can make it all on her own.

    Cool. Now what about him? Well, crap. I like to torture my hero…so, he lost his wife and son the year before and he came to that mountain to ski fast during the day, and drown his sorrows at night.

    Only, he’s stuck with this woman and her son…reminding him of everything he lost. But it also showed him that he’d never stop missing his wife and son, he could live his life and find love again.

    The journey that these two take is about learning to start over. It doesn’t mean you forget, it means you put one foot in front of the other with your chin held high and do your best to do you.

    I hope you’ll check out the anthology and all the novellas inside!





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  • Announcements and New Releases

    New Brotherhood Protectors Novella: ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES!

    Release Day!!!!!!!!!!

    I'm so excited to share with you the second book in my Out of the Wild, series with in the Brotherhood Protectors, series by Elle James.

    The idea for Rough Around the Edges came to me when I spent a week in Nashville during CMAFest. I love country music and always wanted to write about singers and song writers. I loved the Blue Bird Cafe and I thought about how many are chasing the dreams.

    And then I thought, what if someone fell into the business out of necessity, but wanted something else out of his life?

    Rough Around the Edges is about a young woman's quest to find out killed her father, while finding love in the man who left her broken hearted when he not only left the business, but left her.

    Here is the blurb. I hope you enjoy!

    Piper Morgan had never wanted fame or fortune, but that had been impossible as the daughter of Calvin Morgan, better known as Cowboy Cal, the mega country singer superstar. Much to her father’s dismay, the shy, reserved Piper chose a career writing song instead of performing them. She couldn’t be happier.

    Until someone murders her father and now has their sights set on her, forcing her to seek the help of a man who had broken her young heart.

    When Jadon Sawyer left Nashville at the ripe old age of twenty-two and joined the Army, he never looked back. A career on the stage had never been for him, even with a couple of top twenty billboard hits and women dropping at his feet.

    But he never forgot the man who had given him his first big break, or the sweet eighteen-year-old girl with the voice of an angel.

    Jadon will do whatever it takes to find out killed Cowboy Cal and protect Piper, even if it means dusting off his guitar and putting himself in the line of fire.


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  • Random Musings

    A little taste of A Christmas Getaway

    Favorite Holiday Recipes is a collection of recipes from the New York Times, USA Today and Award-winning, International, Bestselling authors of LOVE, CHRISTMAS - MOVIES YOU LOVE (THE HOLIDAY SERIES BOOK 2)

    Read the small excerpts that preface each recipe as each author tells you why her recipe is important to her story.

    Full of pictures, these mouth-watering recipes are sure to inspire your culinary (or eating) desires. Included are appetizers (mulled wine, pineapple punch, millionaire's bacon), main dishes (lasagne, lobster mac and cheese, crock pot venison stew, traditional smoked salmon) and baked goods and desserts (fry bread, almond apricot coffee cake, double chocolate chip cookies, shortbread, cinnamon rolls) - in all, twenty-six recipes by the authors from all around the world.

    These yummies are some of the authors’ favorites and a gift to our readers from us. We hope you enjoy these treats as much as we do.

    Double chocolate chip cookies with mint

    Olivia Tate wants one thing for her son: to feel connected to the father he’s never known. Every Christmas, she and Noah head north to the lake where her late husband grew up. Equipped with a list of his family traditions, she does her best to follow each one to the letter, right down to baking his grandmother’s famous Christmas cookies. Now eight-years-old, Noah tells her he wants to try something new and learn how to snow ski. So, she makes a deal with her son. She’ll take him to the mountains in Vermont as long as they continue with the rest of the traditions.

    What she hadn’t anticipated was the handsome stranger she’d be forced to share a cabin with and the effect he has on her heart, awaking desires she had long buried in the snow.

    While deployed eleven months earlier, Navy SEAL Ryder Jameson lost his wife and son in a mass shooting. Needing to escape his family, and hers, he rents a cabin three days before Christmas. Armed with a few bottles Jack, all he wants to do is drink away the painful void left from losing the two people who matter most.

    Just as he cracks open his first bottle of whiskey, a woman and her son walk into his cabin. One phone call reveals a mistake in the reservation and no more availability at the resort. To make matters worse, a major snow storm makes it impossible for either one of them to trek to another hotel, leaving him to deal with a boy filled with questions and woman who makes him believe he could risk his heart and love again.


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  • Announcements and New Releases

    BURNING HEART book 5 in the Air Force Fire Protection Specialist Series in Susan Stoker’s Special Forces Operation Alpha World!

    I’m so stoked to share with everyone Becca and Declan’s story. You first met them in BURNING LIES (Brodie and Harper’s story) and now they have their own unique love story!

    This book is a little different from the other ones in the series. It has a suspense element and is a race against time, so that’s right up my wheelhouse, however, this book touches on a topic I have never included in my books before. My heroine was born and raised a Mennonite and while she is no longer living that life-style, it’s still a huge part of who she is. My hero was born and raised in a strict Lutheran family, and while he’s stepped away a bit, he still also has strong traditional values, so when they find themselves in a bit of a predicament while searching for Becca’s missing sister, it forces them to really look deep inside themselves and explore what it is they REALLy want out of life.

    Available at Amazon

    Below is an excerpt. I hope you enjoy!

    Becca stared at the stick she just peed on with the big, fat, fucking plus sign in the little window.


    She and Declan hadn’t talked about that possibility the two times they had a conversation about what happened a month ago.

    Nope. The only thing discussed had been that it could never happen again and that her friendship meant the world to him.

    It had taken them a couple of weeks of walking around on eggshells, making everyone at work look at them crossed-eyed, before they got back on track. Being friends became easy. Sort of. They were co-workers, and they worked incredibly well together, but it was outside of work that things got wonky and awkward.

    However, in the last week, things had gotten back to normal. They could kick back, have a beer together, and not act like they hadn’t seen each other naked.

    Only she couldn’t eat in her kitchen without thinking about that night and blushing.

    She wrapped the stick in toilet paper and dumped it in the trash. What the hell was she going to do? In a couple of months, she’d have to tell the Air Force that she was pregnant, which meant everyone would know, and that meant she’d have to tell Declan.


    Stepping from her bathroom, she avoided the kitchen and went straight to the family room. She stood in front of the liquor cabinet, itching for a shot of Jack, but that would be stupid. While she knew she could obviously have an abortion, it went against every belief system she had.

    Besides, she wanted children.

    Just didn’t want to do it on her own.

    Nor did she want any man to feel trapped, and that is exactly what Declan would feel. While she was no closer to understanding what happened between him and his ex, she knew that Declan could never give his heart again.

    But he was also an honorable man. He would want to do the right thing, and the biggest thing they had in common, besides their work, had been their religious upbringing. He’d been raised by a strict Christian family. He wasn’t overtly religious, like his family, but he did still believe.

    As did she.

    Only neither of them had the same bond to their families’ churches. It was if it had been rammed so far down their throats that it had been impossible to resist rebellion.

    Her phone buzzed.

    Great. Her mother.

    “Hey, Mom, how are you?”

    “Have you heard from your sister?” her mother asked with a tightness in her voice that she hadn’t had in a long time.

    “Which sister?” She had two younger sisters and two younger brothers, though she suspected her mother was talking about Trish, who was about to turn eighteen, and not Lilly, who was eleven.

    “Rebecca Elenore, please don’t get fresh with me.”

    She shivered. There was nothing worse than being a grown-ass adult and having your mother call you by your full name. “I’m sorry, Ma, but I haven’t heard from Trish since she called all upset over the last fight you got in, and if you recall, I called you right away. I’m worried about her too.”

    “Really? You ran out of here in the middle of the night the day after you graduated from high school. And your brother Edwin did the same thing.”

    “Mom. Edwin went to college. With your blessing. He didn’t do what I did, and I thought we were past all this.”

    Her mother let out an audible sob. “Trisha is gone.”

    Becca bolted upright. “What do you mean, gone?” The last time she’d spoken to Trish, she’d been dating a boy that not only wasn’t on the approved dating list but was actually no good. Becca had always tried to be there for her siblings, even when she’d left the community, to guide them, help them navigate the outside world, and make good choices.

    Edwin had also broken from the practice of being an Mannite, but he lived closed by, married a good Christian girl, and stayed away from trouble.

    Trish, on the other hand, well, she made Becca look like a saint.

    “She didn’t come home two nights ago and—”

    “She’s been gone for two days, and you’re just now calling me?” More importantly, why hadn’t Trish called her? For the last few months, Trish had been bugging her every week about how to leave as soon as she graduated high school. Becca tried to tell Trish she needed a plan, and it would be better to get Mom and Dad behind it, versus taking off like she had.

    Crap. She knew why her sister hadn’t called. She’d told her little sister to get her head out of her ass and grow up. That it was one thing to want to leave the church, but it was something entirely different to act out.

    “Did you call the police?” Becca asked.

    “They’re treating it as a runaway teen.”

    Well, it wasn’t the first time Trish had run away.

    “Is she still seeing that boy?” Becca asked, scratching her head. “What’s his name? Byron?”

    “We forbade her to see him ever again,” her mother said with a gasp.

    “Shit,” Becca mumbled.

    Her mother broke out in prayer.

    It might make her feel better, but it wouldn’t change the reality that Trish had most likely run off with this young man.

    “Mom, I’ve got some friends who know how to find people. Let me get in touch with them, and I’ll call you back.”

    A few sniffles echoed through the phone. “Thank you,” her mother said humbly. “Your father and I tried to talk to her about college. We’re open to the ways of the new world, to a certain point. We are proud of you. You know that, right?”

    She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure her mother had ever said those words, but she’d honestly felt them the day her parents had come to the first base she’d been stationed at. “Yeah, I know.”

    “I only want what is best for my children.”

    “I’ll be in touch. And Ma?”

    “Yes, dear?”

    “If Trish calls or comes home, don’t lecture her or toss bible verses at her. Just hug her. Tell her you love her and wait a day before having a serious conversation.”

    Her mother let out a dry laugh. “Someday you’ll make a great mom.”

    If her mother only knew she was with child, out of wedlock, she might not utter those words.

    Becca clicked off the phone and stared out the window. The entire team had seventy-two hours off, which meant Ace, Hunter, and Jax were all spending time with their families. Brodie and Harper were doing baby things, getting ready for the birth of their twins. The rest of the crew, those that were single, were gathering tonight at Declan’s.

    She couldn’t wait until tonight.

    Slipping on her flip-flops, she made her way out the front door and down the path toward Declan’s house. The sun shone bright in the Florida sky. A warm breeze ruffled the treetops. Knowing him, he’d be out in his garden tending to his plants, herbs, vegetables, and berries. God, that man loved blackberries.

    He also made the best blackberry cheesecake known to man.

    As soon as she stepped onto his property, she could hear the country music playing in the backyard. Had she not taken that damn test, she wouldn’t be so hesitant.

    She pushed open the gate and followed the sound of the music.

    Bent over a couple of bushes, wearing only a pair of loose fitting jeans, Declan flexed his muscles as he pushed dirt around. Perspiration beaded down his tanned skin. She could stand there forever and watch him work effortlessly. He was all man, but he had such a sweet and tender side to him that made it impossible for her not to have fallen in love with him over the last year.

    But it wasn’t meant to be. Something she had to accept.

    He glanced over his shoulder. “Hey, you,” he said with a smile, brushing the sweat from his forehead.

    “Hey, yourself.” She took a moment to look him over from head to toe. His dark hair always looked like he should be a model in some hairstyling book. Chunks of his hair went in different directions, but all by design.

    “Shall I turn around, give you a better look?” He smiled and winked.

    “I just want your hair,” she mused.

    “I’ll never give away my secret.” He took a few steps closer. His gazed scanned her body.

    They did this dance all the time. The attraction to one another was as strong as ever, only he just didn’t want to do anything about it.

    “What brings you by?” he asked. “Dinner’s not till six.”

    “I need Tex’s contact information,” she blurted out, seeing no need to beat around the bush. Tex Keegan was a buddy of her captain, Ace Anders, and also a close friend to Mozart, the man who helped Harper bring closure to her sister’s murder. Both had been at Harper and Brodie’s wedding, and both were good men.

    Though, Tex’s specialty was finding people and right now, she didn’t know where else to turn.

    “Why? If you don’t mind me asking.”

    “My mom called, and it seems Trish might have run away.”

    “Might have?” He took a beer from the cooler on the deck and waved it in her direction.

    “Water, please.” It wouldn’t be long before people started asking why she wasn’t drinking. Not that she drank a lot, but she generally enjoyed kicking back with the gang on a night off.

    Declan tossed her a bottle. “Your sister has been majorly rebelling for a while now.” Over the last year, long before their one night of wild, crazy sex, she and Declan would discuss their religious upbringing and their families. He’d always been a good listener, never judging, and understood her plight for freedom, without the burden of guilt.

    “She’s been gone for two days and last I spoke with her, she’d been dating this guy that sounded like bad news.”

    “What kind of bad news?” He waved to a chair on the deck as he settled in the one next to it.

    God, she wanted a beer right about now. “Drinking, drugs, that kind of bad. My parents tried to lock her away, so she couldn’t see him, but that obviously didn’t work.”

    “I take it this kid’s not a Mennonite?”

    “I really don’t know. My parents have been trying hard to have an open mind since Edwin got married and I turned out not so horrible, but ever since Trish met this guy, she’s been ten times worse as before, and I don’t blame them for being upset.”

    “You have the name of this young man?”

    “Byron Richards. But that’s all I know.”

    “All right. Well, let me shower while you call Tex.” Declan tossed her his phone. “We’ll take my plane to Ohio, talk to a few people, and find your sister.”

    Her mouth fell open. “I wasn’t asking—”

    “I know. But I’m offering. We’ve got three days off. Might as well make good use of them.” He chugged his brew before standing.

    “What about the party tonight? You’re hosting.”

    “Not anymore. Besides, a lot of people had made other plans, so it was going to be small. Passcode on my phone is 232225.” With that, he disappeared into the house.

    One thing she knew about Declan was that when he said he was going to do something, he did it.

    And maybe over the course of the next couple of days, she’d gain the courage to tell him she was going to have his baby.

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  • Everything Publbishing,  Random Musings,  RWA

    RWA’s national published contest: the RITA’s. Are all books judged the same?

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    It's been a little while since everyone who didn't final in the RITA's received their scores. Every year this happens, I think a few different things.

    1. Why give scores out at all?
    2. If giving out scores, why not ask for judges comments, and especially reasoning when giving out bad scores?
    3. Are the RITA's worth entering?
    4. And why do I enter anyway?

    Now, I'm going to start this off with this qualifier: THIS IS NOT A SOUR GRAPES post. I've been judged harshly before. I've gotten bad reviews before. Not everyone is going to like my work. It is not for everyone and not just people who don't read romances. I'm sure some lovers of romance won't find my brand as wonderful as another author. When I got a 1-star review from a woman who didn't like the fact there was sex in the book, obviously she picked the wrong book and well, not everyone likes chocolate, but as one reviewer commented: does that mean you should bash chocolate?

    Interesting question. In that case, I think the review sold me some books. But mostly, I'd say, if you don't like chocolate to begin with, don't write a bad review. But if you are a lover this type of book and you thought everything went wrong with book, then by all means, leave that 1 star review loud and proud.

    I'm being very honest here. This is because, in order to crack that barrier from known to unknown, authors need to have both lovers and haters. As a brand, we don't exist if no one hates us. The most powerful form of marketing for authors is readers talking to other readers and not just if they love the book, but hating it too. As many people LOVED 50 Shades, many others HATED. That debate sold a lot of books!

    Why is this important? Because I know, if I'm going to cross from the level I'm at right now, to the next level, I do need those discussions between readers. I can promote my books all I want. My lovers can promote my books and they will sell a few more copies that way, but what makes people stop, look, and listen?

    Controversy. So if readers are vehemently hating and judging publicly, well, I say, that author has done something RIGHT.

    So, I honestly don't mind someone giving me a bad review AND telling me why. I've a few readers tell me my heroine was too winey. I hear that enough, I'm going to take a good look at my writing. I mean, the readers and their opinions are important to me. I don't take criticism personally, especially when a reader gives me a reason why.

    What fascinates me is that many people don't bother to write a review for a book that was 'okay'. Even at times if they thought it was the best book ever, they might not take the time to write that review. But if a reader is that disappointed, they are all over that! And, as it should be, but again, the reason really helps me out. I can either look at it from the idea that the reader is the reader for my type of books, or maybe it's something I really need to look at, or maybe the book is fine, but the reader and I have a difference of opinion. It happens.

    I have judged a lot of contests and I have given low scores before. Usually we have a bunch of questions that we rate, so I can usually find one area that the author excels in and I can say something TRUE and POSITIVE. Not because I feel the need to be politically correct. Nope. that's not me. Nor am I just being nice. That said, much of writing is a craft that is learned and takes many years to master. We all started somewhere. Someone's grammar may such, but their descriptions could be stupendous. Their characters may suck, but the plot interesting. They may have impeccable grammar, but the characters don't pop off the page.

    I remember feeling really bad about giving a low score in the RITA's last year. I went through all my notes thought about the different elements and while I didn't feel as though the writing was as good as it could have been and I found a few flaws in the plot. I also took issue with one of the characters and how they behaved in one scene. I gave it a 5. That score says a lot and I felt it was an accurate score. The book, in my opinion, was mediocre. But I really wish I could have explained my score to the author. They may not agree, but how can we improve if we don't get to know how people feel about the words on the page?

    But you all say, Jen, this is a published contest, why should we give you feedback, you already know what you're doing?

    To which I respond with: Then why the fuck did someone give me a 1?

    If a 10=perfection. A perfect storm of words, characters, plot, and all that goes into a book without one single thing that didn't work.

    Then a 5=well, I won't remember it tomorrow and I might not ever read that author again, but I didn't want to cut my eyeballs out.


    Did I take the 1 I got on my recent RITA score that way? Nope. I did not. Do I think it was fair? Hell no. And not because I think I'm all that. I don't. That said, a 1 is not a representation of my work. Granted, I get that there is always a level of subjectiveness to judging and what I think is a knock out, someone will think it's mediocre. HOWEVER, we are judging the writing. And we are all professionals in the same industry. We read as authors, not as readers. So, you can hate my work as a fellow author, but judge it on its writing merits.

    Now, I could be way off base, because I have no idea why this person gave me a 1, but I'd really like to know. I might not like the reason, but I'd have an understanding. If I didn't, than that's on me, not the judge.

    Unless it was just a mean move. Again, not suggesting it is (though others have), but I'd be lying if it didn't feel like it had that mean twist to it. I mean, this is a really small business and its not like I haven't 'done' a few things in my day.

    I've kind of always worried that the RITA's have become a popularity contest. I don't know. I've been lucky, most of the books I've judged have been by authors I've never heard of, so I had no preconceived notions. I have read authors that I'd heard of, but hadn't ever read.

    There is no answer to fixing the contest to make it fair for everyone. Right now, if you enter, you have to judge. We don't have enough judges. But peers judging peers isn't always a good thing.

    I don't know if I will enter again or not. I do have a book I published this year that I think is the best work I've done to date. We shall see....


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  • Random Musings

    Random Musing about #RWA2018 conference, life, love, and other things…

    So, I attended the RWA conference last week. I came in with a sinus infection and went home with the flu. I thought I was feeling better yesterday, but must have over done it since I slept for 12 hours. I’m so far behind now in my writing it’s sad, and I just signed on to do a Christmas Boxset which I have to turn in September 4, 2018, so this should be interesting. The title is: THE CHRISTMAS GETAWAY. I’m pretty excited about this one. It will be a contemporary romance, so not so much suspense.

    Back to RWA. For years I attended these conferences with Bob Mayer as Cool Gus Publishing. Bob and I would park ourselves in the lobby for the day and talk with people. We’d attend a few workshops, but we would always set up tons of business meetings, so our goals were always networking. Now that I’m going alone, my my goals are a little different. Yes, networking is always my number one goal, but I also went to check out what’s new in the industry. That said, I was highly disappointed in the workshop options. The few I attended, other than one, I was also disappointed. There were many geared toward beginners, which is good. It’s important to help out new authors. I was new once and am very grateful for all the help. But I would have liked to have seen more higher level master classes. The other disappointment was the lack of interaction with publishers, though I did get to talk with two editors I am submitting to. All that said, I enjoyed the conference.

    I don’t go just for workshops. I go to meet people. Talk with people. Ask questions. Learn and some of the best learning happens in conversation. And often the best part of the conference happens after when you connect with the new people you met.

    I’m on the fence about going to NYC next year for RWA, but only based on cost of the hotel. But I’ll probably go. Hopefully, I won’t come home sick.

    I haven’t had the flu in years and this one knocked me on my ass for a week. I’m still not quiet right and it’s making it difficult to get work done and I have deadlines!

    In other news, my hubby and I are coming up on our 30th wedding anniversary. Holy shit! hard to believe! We’re hoping to go to Greece!

    Here is a picture of me and my crazy ass family that I love so much! Happy summer!



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  • Current Work In Progress

    Chance to win lots of books! And a taste of Trouble….

    Check out all these books! Sign up to win: https://authorsxp.com/win-ebooks

    Lot’s of great summer reading on this list!

    I’m knee deep in finishing TROUBLE’S WEDDING CAPER. This has been a difficult book for me to write. It’s a new genre…Mystery. Though this is more Romantic Mystery, but still, it’s different enough. It also has a cat point of view, which has been very interesting to write. I mean this cat thinks he’s British AND he is a world class detective. Like the best! Seriously.

    Anywho, here is a little taste of what is to come…

    I follow the crowd to the next unit. This one too has a lot of boxes, but the tops are open and one in particular, a white wedding veil cascades over the cardboard. Careful not to draw too much attention to myself, I enter the storage unit. I’m an expert at blending in and it’s one of the reason’s I’m the best detective.

    And I know Sherlock Holmes would agree.

    I weave my way through a maze of boxes filled with more veils, dried flowers, and now I’m standing in front of a mannequin, dressed in a beautiful, lacy white gown.

    This is the unit for Annabel and I need to find a way to tell her, without cueing the rest of the group to bid. I hear a male voice start the bidding at one-thousand dollars. Lucky for Annabel, I’m quick on my feet and a great cat to human communicator.

    I rub my side against her leg, then take a few steps toward the storage unit. I repeat this a few times, making sure I look directly at Annabel before turning my head.

    “What is it, Trouble?” she whispered, kneeling.

    Someone in the back of the crowd raised their hand and yelled, “Fifteen hundred.”

    I raise my paw, glancing over at the woman asking for another bid.

    “You think this is a good one?”

    Bingo. Not that I would ever say bingo, but Annabel is turning out to be smarter than the average human.

    “Two-thousand.”Annabel lifts me once again. I could get used to being carried around wherever I go. The view up here isn’t too bad either.

    “Twenty-two hundred,” the same voice shouts.

    I raise my paw, giving Annabel a look that said, keep going until you can’t go anymore. Not all humans would understand this look, but I had faith in this one.

    “Twenty-five hundred,” she said.

    “Twenty-seven hundred,” another voice said.

    I hold my paw high and tap her shoulder. My amusement in storage wars fades as the temperature rises and the humidity sticks to my elegant coat. I really want to get back to the windowsill in the master bedroom. I love the way the sun beats down this time of the morning while the fan above pushes a cool air-conditioned breeze in my direction, making ita perfect place to relax and take a nap.

    “Sold to the lady with the cat.”

    Finally. We can go back to the condo.

    “Let’s go see what we’ve got,”Annabel’s tone is electric.

    I yawn and climb up on one of the boxes where a tad of sunlight brightened the dingy storage area and curl up, licking my paw.

    My work here is done.

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    Amazon Closed Kindle Worlds Early…

    When Amazon first announced that they would be shutting down Kindle Worlds and that effective the following day the books would no longer be in Kindle Unlimited, but would not be taken down until July 15th, well, I figured that’s what they meant.


    Well, they did take them out of KU, but yesterday EVERY SINGLE Kindle World book disappeared from Amazon. Gone. Poof, no more.

    I had 20 Novellas in Kindle Worlds.

    Of those, 13 of them will be re-released through the following publishers.

    Twisted Ink (Brotherhood Protectors)

    Aces Press (Special Forces: Operation Alpha)

    MT Worlds Press (Paranormal Dating Agency & Sassy Ever After)

    Decedent Publishing (Omega Team & The Phoenix Agency)

    The others will eventually come to life in various forms as I plan to expand on all of them. So, I have a plan, but unfortunately, there will be a lull in when the books will be republished since Amazon pulled the plug early.

    If you sign up for my newsletter, you will receive one of the novellas for free! You will then also be notified when the books are released and any other new releases I might have.

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    Release Day! An excerpt from BURNING LIES book 4 in the FIRE PROTECTION SPECIALISTS series

    Meet Fire Protection Specialist, Brodie Welch and Air Force Investigating Officer, Harper Dawson.

    We first met Brodie very briefly in the first book in THE FIRE PROTECTION SPECIALISTS series: BURNING DESIRE.

    Brodie just had a birthday, with a big birthday bash that his buddies threw. Minus on little altercation with a fellow firefighter on a different team, it was a great party. Gets even better the next morning when Brodie meets his new, sexy neighbor.

    He has no idea that in just twenty-four hours, he’ll end up in her bed…

    And the next morning… she’ll have to take him in for questioning regarding the murder of one of their own.

    The evidence is stacking up, but Harper just won’t believe that Brodie could murder a fellow firemen. Working together, Brodie and Harper uncover a plot so thick and twisted, it changes the course of their lives.

    Here is an excerpt!

    Harper sat on the front step of her new home feeling a sense of pride that only ownership could bring, but even that couldn’t change that today was the anniversary of the single most painful event in her life.

    She glanced at her phone, which she’d set on the wood plank. The porch needed a fresh coat of paint, and she would enjoy doing all those chores and fix it up projects that came with her new job. Sam “Mozart” Reed had always told her she had a restless heart and she should consider settling down and taking a more stable job in the military, instead of volunteering for every dangerous mission she could get her hands on.

    Her only fear was that she’d get bored. Of course, she had the sexy fireman across the street to keep her eyes occupied. He waved as he jogged across the street.

    “Hey, I’ve got some bad news,” Brodie said, stopping at the base of the porch.

    She tipped her head, staring into those dark eyes that reminded her of the finest warm dark chocolate drizzled over ice cream. “What’s that?”

    “I’ve been called in for an overnight shift, so dinner and drinks will have to happen another night.”

    “It was drinks, and you know where I live.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder. It was a blatant sexual move, and she had no idea why she’d done it.

    “It will be more than drinks because I cook the best steaks in town.”

    “And if I’m a vegetarian?” Someone needed to sew her mouth closed, giving her brain a chance to think through the things that she said.

    “Then I make a mean veggie platter.” He winked.

    “For the record, I enjoy a good piece of meat.”

    His eyes went wide.

    “Your mind just went straight to the gutter, didn’t it?” She really needed to shut the fuck up. Flirting was one thing, but this banter was the kind of shit that got her into trouble.

    “Who? Me? Never. But now that you sent my mind there, I’ll remember what you like.”

    She waggled her finger in his direction. “I think we need to dial this conversation down a notch. I don’t even know you.”

    “I plan on getting to know you,” he said with a smile. “I gotta run, but If you need help at all with the move, come knock on my door, just don’t ask my roommate, he’s helpless.”

    She laughed. “Are you cockblocking your buddy?”

    His mouth dropped open, and his eyes blinked wildly.

    “If we’re going to be neighbors and occasionally have a drink, you should be forewarned, I say exactly what I think, when I think it.”

    “I had already figured that out, I just hadn’t expected it to be so blunt.” He leaned forward, stretching out his arms, resting his hands on the step on either side of her hips.

    She cocked her head to the side as he invaded her personal space.

    Oddly, she didn’t mind.

    “And since we’re being forthright with each other. Yes. I’m cockblocking my buddy, and unless you flat out tell me to bug off, I’m going to stop by next time I see your car in the driveway with a bottle of wine and a huge steak.” He pushed off the steps, turned on his heels, and strolled across the street as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He hopped into his pickup truck. Another man, who she assumed was his roommate, equally handsome, slid into the passenger seat.

    She fanned herself after the truck took the corner and disappeared onto the main road. Brodie had sent her heart on a tail spin, and that didn’t ever happen unless she’d been staring down the wrong end of an AK-47.

    “Christ, that is one sexy man,” she mumbled. He wasn’t quiet six feet, and he wasn’t broad, but he was solid, with well-defined muscles. He had that All-American-boy-next-door look, with a dash of badass.

    Pushing him out of her thoughts, she sipped her diet soda waiting for the clock to tick to eleven in the morning.

    Thirty-two seconds.

    Mozart never failed.

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