• 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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    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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