Review: Trial by Dreams by Jolene Buchheit

A32064992BOUT THE BOOK: Julia and Vander thought their trial was over. But Demeter has only just begun wreaking havoc on their lives.

Julia finally accepted that her boyfriend is the son of a Siren and her family isn’t as normal as she once thought. But when she accidentally unlocks a power she didn’t know she had, her world dissolves into chaos once more. Now she is forced to uncover the truth about who she truly is, in order to triumph over their most important quest yet.

For Vander, the stakes have been raised as he seeks what was taken from him, torn between his need to protect Julia from Demeter and his focus on their second trial. What starts as a twisted journey across Iowa dissolves into recurring dreams that foreshadow a dark fate should they fail to work together.

As the fear of failure builds and time ticks away, Julia and Vander must learn to trust their instincts – and one another – before their reality spins into a nightmare that rips them apart.

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EXCERPT: “I’m selfish, Julia. If anyone understands the power of the mind to convince you things are real when they aren’t, it’s me.”
Ominous clouds fill his eyes before he looks down at his hands. For the first time, it dawns on me how little he has used his charm on this mission. It makes me feel ashamed for giving him such a hard time for all of the charming he has done in the past.

“I never thought about how my ability could affect others, until you asked me about it. I was just doing whatever was easiest for me, and hoping my skills would help me survive. But now I realize it isn’t my charms that I need, it’s you. You are what keeps me focused, and honestly, you are the only one who has challenged me to become a better person.”
I’ve been challenging him? It seems like being a part of his life has brought me through such amazing journeys that I’ve had no choice but to grow.
He takes a shaky breath and continues, “You’re the light in the darkness of my life, giving me something to cling to. When you get anxious, it is like my beacon of light becomes a mere candle flickering in the breeze, threatening to go out. Because of my own need for brightness, I reach out to stoke it back into a roaring flame.” He nudges my shoulder and winks. “And, boy, how it makes me happy when you roar.”
Memories of all the smartass things I’ve said to him in the past week make the corner of my mouth turn up. He uses his next words to steal my breath.

“I’m desperate to protect and save you from your anxieties, because I need you to protect and save me.”
Maintaining eye contact becomes difficult when my vision gets blurry. The tears in my eyes are different than the usual ones that fall. They aren’t carrying any sadness, just comfort and joy, like a Christmas carol has come to life on my face. I try to swipe them away with the back of my hand, but Vander stops me.

“Tears are powerful things. Sometimes they heal, not exactly like my mom’s do, but they have the power to make you feel better. Other times they help you celebrate when your happiness can’t be contained. And for me, they offer even more support, because water multiplies my powers, but tears impact them exponentially more, especially if they aren’t sadness tears.”

After my hands fall back into my lap, he reaches in his back pocket and takes out the flat vial that once held his mother’s tear he used to heal my ankle. Uncapping it, he holds it under my eye and collects the moisture from one side and then the other. Even though I’m not thrilled about crying, I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

I clear my throat. “What power do you think my tears hold? I don’t even know how to use the power I know about.”

He replaces the cap and puts the vial back in his wallet. “If they are anything like the mighty hold you have on my heart, I believe they could heal the world of all its problems.”

“Anyway, I get having personal issues that aren’t any fault of your own, but more importantly, I understand the value of having friends to help you through hard times. If I didn’t have Lissy and Julia, I may have found a destructive way of dealing with my frustration. Instead, I have two of the best friends a girl could ask for, who have always found ways of having fun without the use of alcohol or drugs. I’m not saying I am your best friend or anything—I mean, you have Wes and all. But since you are dating Julia, that makes you my best friend-in-law or some shit, and that means I am not going to let you down. I will help you until we find your dad, and I will do whatever I can to help you survive the island, no questions asked. Do you understand what I’m saying here?”

REVIEW: Best friends until the end! When you are in school and life becomes stressful, friends are always the support you need to help you through. Buchheit continues the second installment in the Charmed Trials Series with another tricky puzzle to solve. This time…Vander’s father has been kidnapped by the wicked goddess, Demeter. Julia and Vander are not the only ones that are rushed into the adventure, as they race against time to find clues to his father’s location. With eagerness, determination and a little help from the other gods, will they be able to find him and complete the quest?

Julia, Lissa and Taylor are absolute best friends. All three girls, Vander and his friend, two guides, a man who turns into a lizard, a few gods opposing Demeter’s trickery and Julia’s mother should do the trick right? High school is supposed to be about finding out who you are and gaining an education in the process. But, Julia and Vander have this connection that his grandmother, Demeter, has tried to steal away from them. In doing so, she has placed a huge burden onto their shoulders. These quests that they must complete, take away from their youth and ignorance…plunging them into the world of danger and lies. What will become of them if they don’t stay true to themselves or if their powers overcome their ability to stay strong…strong for one another and the ones that they care about most?

Buchheit has a strong, impactful and deliberately frustrating plot. When one clue grows cold, the band of friends and family must pull something else together in order to find another one. The ongoing quest is entertaining, but confusing as well. The author does a good job with character development. Unlike the first installment, the pace is slower as there is more explanation and backtracking. This second installment is a bit different from the first, but there still remains a lot of adventure packed into this novel. If you are a reader of mythology, fantasy and young adult, this may interest you.

unnamed-300x199ABOUT THE AUTHOR: As a substitute teacher, Jolene spends her days in high school classrooms harvesting material for her Young Adult novels. She also uses it as an outlet for fangirling by showing upcoming book-to-movie trailers at the end of class, or discussing vital issues like whether Katniss should have picked Gale or Peeta.

She is committed to helping Special Education teenagers become independent adults and helping them find a way to focus on the positive especially when life gets hard. At home, Jolene loves to cuddle with her husband, two kids, and three cats—sometimes all at once—while reading Young Adult books or repeatedly watching movies based on them.

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Title: Court the Fire: Son of Rain Book Three
Author: Michelle Irwin
Release date: October 27, 2016
Genre: Urban Fantasy


As a member of a secret organization intent on neutralizing the threat nonhumans pose, Clay Jacobs should have recognized Evie Meyers’s true nature earlier. He should have destroyed her before she could flee.

Two years later, the memory of her holds him captive and assaults him nightly. To bring an end to his torment, Clay must find her. When he does, will he kill the woman he can’t forget or run with the woman he can’t let go?

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Michelle Irwin has been many things in her life: a hobbit taking a precious item to a fiery mountain; a young child stepping through the back of a wardrobe into another land; the last human stranded not-quite-alone in space three million years in the future; a young girl willing to fight for the love of a vampire; and a time-travelling madman in a box. She achieved all of these feats and many more through her voracious reading habit. Eventually, so much reading had to have an effect and the cast of characters inside her mind took over and spilled out onto the page. 
Michelle lives in sunny Queensland in the land down under with her surprisingly patient husband and ever-intriguing daughter, carving out precious moments of writing and reading time around her accounts-based day job. A lover of love and overcoming the odds, she primarily writes paranormal and fantasy romance.

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Book Tour: Word of Honor by Alexa Aston


Word of Honor Virtual Book Tour

October 24th to 28th

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Book Info:

Word of Honor

Knights of Honor #1

By: Alexa Aston

Genre: Medieval Historical Romance

Release Date: October 25th, 2016

Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing



Become swept away in Alexa Aston’s new Knights of Honor, a medieval series set in the time of Edward III’s reign in England. At its heart are Geoffrey and Merryn, who will find lasting love in Word of Honor. This pair plays a part in each book of the series—sometimes small, sometimes large—as new couples come together to find passion and true love. Each romance focuses on honor and the code of chivalry that bound knights of this era. 1351 A.D. – Betrothed from a young age, Merryn Mantel and Geoffrey de Montfort are that rare couple—a love match. They spend five long years apart when Geoffrey leaves England to fight against the French. Geoffrey returns after the English victory at Poitiers, and he and Merryn wed. They spend one blissful night consummating their love, looking forward to a promising future together.  Yet Geoffrey vanishes the next day. Merryn is left lonely and confused as she clings to the hope that one day her husband will come back to her. Geoffrey finally returns almost seven years later. This new Geoffrey is a stranger to Merryn. He refuses to reveal where he has been and why he stayed away from the woman he loved. Will her husband’s silence create a rift too large to heal, or can Geoffrey and Merryn recapture the love they once shared? Join Geoffrey and Merryn as they fight for the love both have held in their hearts despite their years apart.

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Geoffrey moved to the table and poured some wine for each of them. She took the pewter cup he handed her and drank nervously. She set the empty cup down and wandered around the room.

“Merryn,” he said softly. “I have something for you.” He pulled something from his pocket but kept it hidden in his hand. Her curiosity grew.

He cupped her cheek, the warmth of his touch a comfort.

“I provided gifts for our guests and the priest, but it’s customary for the groom to bestow a gift upon his bride, as well.”

“A gift?”

Geoffrey encircled her waist and tugged her close, then dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose.

Merryn felt cherished in that moment. Her worries about their wedding night vanished. She might be inexperienced, but she knew her husband would take good care of her.

“I had this made in France.” He opened his right hand.

A gold and enamel brooch rested in his palm. Brilliant sapphires made her smile.

Merryn met his intense gaze and immediately recognized the love shining in them.

“Your eyes are the bluest of blue, my love. When I saw these stones, I knew the piece was meant for you alone. Will you wear it for me every day? I would be happy to see it pinned to your cotehardie.”

She picked up the brooch and admired it. “Never a day shall pass that I do not pin it on and think of you. It will be my constant reminder of how much you love me.”

Merryn kissed it. She looked back at her husband. “You spoil me. I have nothing for you.”

Geoffrey reached inside his gypon and pulled out the gold necklace she’d given him on the day of their betrothal.

“This has rested next to my heart since we parted five years ago. I have never taken it off. I never will. ‘Tis the best gift you could ever give me.”

He continued, “Until now.” He embraced her. “I know you are unsure, my love, but we will explore love together. Come.”

Merryn set the brooch on the table and took his hand as they crossed the chamber. Geoffrey drew the curtains aside from the large bed.

Her new husband rested his hands on her shoulders and gazed into her eyes. “You are the most beautiful bride that any man has claimed. I shall tell you every morning how lovely you are.”

“Even when I am wrinkled and gray?”

He smiled. “Especially then. For that means we will have lived a lifetime together. In love.”

About the Author:


Alexa Aston’s historical romances use history as a backdrop to place her characters in extraordinary circumstances, where their intense desire for one another grows into the treasured gift of love.  She is the author of The Knights of Honor, a medieval romance series that takes place in 14th century England during the reign of Edward III and centers on the de Montfort family. Each romance focuses on the code of chivalry that bound knights of this era.  A native Texan, Alexa lives with her husband in a Dallas suburb, where she eats her fair share of dark chocolate and plots out stories while she walks every morning. She enjoys reading, watching movies, and can’t get enough of Fixer Upper or Game of Thrones. Alexa also writes romantic suspense, western historical, and standalone medieval novels as Lauren Linwood.

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Sarah woke in the same position in which she went to sleep—with her cheek resting against Cole’s chest, and his arms wrapped snug around her. Not sure how long they had lain there together, she knew it wasn’t long enough. At least for her. She could lay in his arms forever and not complain.

But how was he feeling about all this?

She’d barged into his room like she’d owned the place and never stopped to think that perhaps he had plans. He had just showered—obviously—his skin dewy soft and damp, contradicting the hard plane of his chest, tempting her. The towel wrapped sloppily around his thin hips.

She’d wanted to run away and bury herself in his arms, all at the same time.

But God, what she really wanted was for him to bury himself in her.

Her thoughts shot back to him standing there in the room wearing nothing but a towel. Even in her frantic state of mind, she’d noticed that he was one fine-looking specimen of cowboy. His chest was hard, his stomach flat, with pretty much a six-pack instead of a belly. She liked that. What she’d wished, that she’d been brave enough to slip her hands down under that towel and slide them over his hips to see what else was underneath.

My. She was getting wet just thinking about it.

Cole stirred, and his knee pushed between her thighs. Damn. A little higher and she could almost rub herself up against him nicely and…

Stop it, Sarah. He doesn’t even think of you in that way.

Doesn’t he?

Of course he does. Right?

Her mind drifted back to him in the towel. He’d held her close, and she had felt something then, hadn’t she? Something hard against her lower belly—something hot and yeah…he definitely wanted her.

She smiled against his chest.

But had he planned to simply go to bed—or was he headed out for some nightlife, or perhaps down to the patio to socialize with the others? Maybe that raging hard-on she felt wasn’t even for her. Maybe he had some other chick in the wings.

He’d said he was turning in, but maybe he was just being nice. If he’d had plans, she had definitely stalled them—or had she?

To say she was confused was an understatement. How could she feel so wonderful, so darned quick, with him? She barely knew him, and yet, she was lying in bed with him now, wrapped up into his sinful body, like a human burrito.

This couldn’t happen now. As much as she liked him playing the white knight role, she knew he couldn’t be the one to save her—not from Max and perhaps, from herself. She was naive, a hayseed country girl, as her manager had said. She had no business sense. Heck, six months ago she was waiting tables at a diner in Sturgis, waiting to be discovered.

Then came American Star, and the discovering began. And now here she was—in a pickle of a mess, with no easy way out. At least as far as she could see. And in Cole Steven’s bed. As much as she loved the idea of that, she knew she needed to get a grip on herself and woman-up to face the situation at hand. She should have left this room last night. She shouldn’t even have come in the first place. She shouldn’t have forced herself on him.

Shouldn’t. Shouldn’t. Shouldn’t.

But she did.

And he’d insisted that she stay. With him. Right? So it didn’t sound like he was bothered by the fact he was stuck with her for the evening.

Darn it. She sure hoped he didn’t feel stuck.

Sarah shifted and sighed, snuggling in closer. She would enjoy this for a long as she had it. They really only had the weekend, didn’t they? She wasn’t going to expect anything else. But dammit, there was no reason why she couldn’t let her hair down for a couple of days. Right?

But she didn’t want to send him the wrong message. Did she?

And what would be the wrong message?

She hated one-night stands. She’d heard how her brothers talked about the women they’d hooked up with for a night, and she definitely didn’t want to be one of those women. But this didn’t feel like that, did it? Even though she wanted him to screw her brains out?

Geez. This man-woman thing could be so darned complicated, at times.

But the complication dissolved when Cole cinched his arms around her a little tighter. Something about the way he tucked her up into his long body, like he was claiming her—leg thrown over hers now, and everything—made her feel warm and secure and happy.

Yes, happy.

And still a mite confused.

In fact, if she let herself, she might bubble over with the thought of how happy she felt when she was around him—while she was running down the hallway of this huge house screaming in fear of the unknown.

But he was awful nice. A great guy, it seemed. Kind, considerate, protective. Sexy. Hell yeah. Sexy… A gentleman. In her extremely limited experience being around him, that is….

Cole was different from most men she knew.

“Such a gentleman,” she whispered.

After a moment, he returned sleepily. “I sure hope so.”

“You’re awake.”

“Barely. Don’t move, please.”

“No chance.” She nuzzled against him with her cheek and snaked her arm around his waist to hug him. “I’m glad you’re a gentleman.”

He sighed. “If you knew the thoughts rolling through my head right now, you might not think I’m much of a gentleman….”


He shifted and scooted back a little, and grinning, Sarah lifted her face to look into his. He smiled back and kissed the end of her nose. “You’re safe with me, Sarah McClendon. I have no plans to seduce you this morning.”

This morning? What about later?

“Rain check?” Sarah mentally slapped herself upside the head. What was she thinking? A small thrill raced up through her and she felt the corner of her mouth tip up. Oh my.

He cocked a brow. “Well…”

Her cheeks grew warm. “Well I suppose I’m disappointed,” she said, teasingly.

Cole jerked his head back and laughed. “You, little lady, don’t want to go there. Not right now.”

Sarah jutted out her lower lip.

Cole groaned. “Seriously Sarah. I had no idea you were such a tease and as much as I love that…” He perched himself up on one elbow and washed a hand over his face. “As much as I love a tease, don’t be offended if I don’t deliver.”

Sarah sat up. “There you go again,” she said. “Ever the gentleman.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he continued, touching her cheek and peering into her eyes. “I don’t know how to be any other way. My dad was a good, hardworking, honest man, and I try to live up to who he was, every single day. I lost him way too early, but I’ve never forgotten how he treated people—and especially women—and how he treated me.”

“I imagine you are a lot like him then.”

He nodded. “I strive to be.”

“Ummm.” She stretched a little. “I don’t know you very well but I do know that you are a good man. I trust you.”

Cole palmed her face in his big hand. She looked into his eyes and watched his gaze play over her. “Sarah,” he began, “You’re right. We don’t know each other very well…”

“And yet,” she added, “here we are in bed together.” She giggled. She liked talking with him and giggling and teasing while they were in bed. It sure beat the heck out of how she was feeling last night. And it sure did counter her confused thoughts from a few minutes ago.

She was being intentionally flirty, and she should stop.

“I know. I’m sorry. I should have slept in the chair. But…”

“No you shouldn’t. You slept right where I needed you to be.” She paused and searched his face. “Cole, I needed you, and you were here. That means a lot.”

“Sarah, I am right where I needed to be.” He briefly closed his eyes and exhaled, then opened them again. “I never want to take advantage of you. I don’t want to move too fast. I don’t want this to be the only weekend we have together. I…”

She put a finger on his lips. “Cole, stop.”


“Just stop.”

“Stop what?”

“For just one moment, stop being such a damn gentleman.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Kiss me.”


About Maddie James

Maddie James writes romance – but don’t try to pin her down to one genre! From edgy suspense to flirty contemporary romance to darker erotic titles, she just wants to silence the people in her head.

She is the bestselling author of forty-two romance titles published worldwide in at least seven languages. Available in eBook, trade paperback and audio, her titles span the romance genre from contemporary to paranormal romance. Winner of the Calico Trails Cameo Award, and the Romance Book Scene’s Best Novella of the Year award, Maddie has enjoyed numerous Top Pick and 5-star reviews, and has been listed as a Top 100 Contemporary Romance author at Amazon. Affaire de Coeur says, “James shows a special talent for traditional romance,” and RT Book Reviews claims, “James deftly combines romance and suspense, so hop on for an exhilarating ride.”




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Kirsten Osbourne, USA Today bestselling author, knows how to write romance. Each book is an experience that transplants the reader, indulging them in decadence, intense emotion and sweeping love.
Hailing from the state of Wisconsin, she has lived in Texas for over thirty years as a mother, writer, and wife. Married to the love of her life for more than fifteen years, she knows that true love exists and shares that vision with the world. 
She writes contemporary and historical romance as well and also ventures into the realm of paranormal romance. She invites you to join her in her world of fantasy, love, and make believe, no matter the location, where there is always a happily ever after at the end.


Amelia C. Adams is a wife, a mother, and a novelist. She spends her days dreaming up stories and her nights writing them
down. Her biggest hero is her husband, and you might just see bits and pieces of him as you read her novels.
She loves all things historical and enjoys learning about days gone by, but she’s glad she was born more recently (she won’t say how recently or not recently) because the Internet is awesome, and she’s glad she doesn’t have to
wash her clothes by hand in a galvanized tub. She has hit Amazon bestseller status twice, once for A Clean Slate
and once for A Clear Hope. Author Information:

Cassie Hayes, Bestselling author, grew up pretending she was Laura Ingalls (before that pesky Almanzo arrived on the scene) in the middle of Oregon farm country. She writes sweet stories about love and adventure in the Old West and lives with her husband and cat on the Pacific Ocean. 

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Kristin Holt, USA Today Bestselling Author, writes Sweet Romances (G- and PG-rated) set in the Victorian American West. While secular in nature, her titles are “Appropriate for All Audiences” and appeal to selective readers and fans of Christian historical romance.

Readers are welcome to contact Kristin on her website ( with questions, feedback, comments, or just to say hello. She enjoys connecting with readers and replies to every (reasonable) email. Her site offers links to social media, previews of upcoming releases, book lists, an ever-growing cache of articles about all things “Old West”, and more!



Margery Scott is the author of more than twenty romance novels, novellas and short stories. She lives on a lake in Canada with her husband, and spends as much time as possible travelling in search of the perfect setting for her next book. When she’s not writing, you can usually find her wielding a pair of knitting needles or a pool cue. She loves to hear from readers. 
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“Five bestselling Western romance authors come together to bring you one collection of all-new stories that will sweep you off your feet!
MAIL ORDER MIDWIFE by Kirsten Osbourne – Widowed midwife Patsy Lawrence spent too much time working and not enough with her young daughter. She knew Emily’s childhood would be over before she realized it, so she responded to an ad for a mail-order bride, hoping for a better future for them both.
Dr. Wesley Hardy needed a wife to complete him, so he sent a letter to a mail-order bride agency back East, hoping to find someone compatible. When he received a letter from a widow with a young daughter, he was thrilled with everything but her profession. Could he live with the fact that his new bride was a midwife? Or would they be destined to live without love for the rest of their days?
A BROKEN WING by Amelia C. Adams – Bored beyond all reason while riding a train from Missouri to Colorado, Trinity Scott amuses herself by imagining things about the passengers around her, including the handsome man sitting across the aisle. With his dark curly hair and warm brown eyes, he’s certainly intriguing, and the fact that his arm is in a sling makes him all the more a curiosity.
But when three dangerous men board the train, her desire for adventure and excitement takes a sinister turn, and she must call on her inner strength to do what’s needed to survive.
THE MARSHAL’S REBELLIOUS BRIDE by Cassie Hayes – U.S. Marshal Curtis ‘Griff’ Griffith is on the trail of a wanted man. The last thing he needs is to be distracted by the newest resident of the Dalton Brothers Ranch. So why does he keep returning? It’s certainly not to see the beautiful-but-bullheaded Catherine James.
Catherine has no interest in men or marriage, but there aren’t many choices for single ladies to earn a living on a remote Texas ranch. When she discovers that she holds the key to capturing the outlaw — and collecting some of the reward — she doesn’t hesitate to force Griff’s hand.
Will they kill each other before they find the murderer, or will they risk their damaged hearts for a shot at a new life?
COURTING MISS CARTWRIGHT by Kristin Holt – Courtship, by the book, is supposed to be easy…
As the daughter of an unwed mother, Felicity Percival is accustomed to rejection. Her mother was her only family … until she is summoned to the reading of her father’s will. To learn he was a married preacher with a second daughter horrifies her. The stipulations attached to her inheritance infuriate her. The last thing she expects is the emergence of truths that destroy her life-long beliefs. The last thing she wants is to feel the blush of first love for a man she can’t have.
The road to Happily Ever After should not be rocky, especially for level-headed, rule-following Rocky Gideon. His courtship of the minister’s daughter is successful and on track, surviving everything life throws at them … except the appearance of the preacher’s other daughter. Felicity asks too many questions, forces him to evaluate his carefully constructed plan, and somehow steals his heart.
Rocky desperately needs a solid marriage that will go the distance … so why does he yearn for the wrong sister?
WANTED: THE PERFECT HUSBAND by Margery Scott – Sybil Franklin needs a husband—fast! In order to keep her ranch, she must be married within thirteen days. Devin McGregor meets all her requirements and comes highly recommended, but he has no interest in marriage.
Devin McGregor had a ranch once, a fiancée, a future. He made a mistake, and it cost him everything. Now, even though he’d love to own his own land again, he’s afraid to risk failure.
Sybil decides to post an advertisement for the perfect husband. As Devin tries to protect her from being taken advantage of, his feelings for her grow, but his fear of failing her won’t let him accept her proposal.



Interview With Author Kristin Holt
. Describe yourself in 50 words or less.
I’m a wife, mother, daughter,
sister, and friend. I believe kindness matters, people matter, and “nice matters”.  Mail
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recently made the USA Today Bestseller’s List–I’m
honored! I’m a Christian who writes secular
Sweet (clean) Victorian Westerns, Romance Appropriate For All Audiences.
2. What do you love most in the world?
Outside of incomparable,
irreplaceable individuals and my relationships with them, I’d have to say I
love quality fiction most in the world. I love
to immerse myself in reading.
3. What do you fear most?
Is it acceptable to admit I
genuinely don’t fear? Sure, I’d rather not find myself a (relatively) young
widow. I’d rather not experience another allergic reaction to bees. But in the
big perspective, my faith in God is the antidote of fear.
4. What is your largest unfulfilled dream,
and what are you doing to reach it?
I had to think about this one
for a good long while. For so many years, seeing my books in print and enjoyed
by people outside my immediate circle of family and friends would have been my
largest unfulfilled dream. Now that I’ve achieved that benchmark, (and the
pleasure of the USA Today Bestseller
list) I guess, as of today, my largest unfulfilled dream is to make the NYT Bestseller list. In order to reach
it, I simply need to keep writing, keep learning the craft of fiction, continue
working hard, and refuse to settle for anything but my personal best.
5. What is the hardest thing you’ve ever
I’ve conquered a  personal “Mount Everest”…or three:
I lost 70 pounds and kept it off for many years, I survived the deliveries of
my four children (including one C-section), and many highly personal and
emotional catastrophes. More important than the difficulty quotient or what,
precisely, I did, are the lessons learned: I am more resilient than I believed
possible, and my faith in God is never misplaced.
6. Now that we’ve gotten to know each
other, tell me a story. It can be long or short. From your childhood or last
week. Funny, sad, or somewhere in between. Just make sure it’s yours. What’s
your story?
Once upon a time, a woman
lived in the Rocky Mountains of the West. She was neither old nor young, fat
nor thin, stylish nor plain. She loved to sew, to make everything from dresses
to suits to men’s shirts to tote bags for books.
One day this lady went to the
local fabric store to buy more fabric. She’d heard that She Who Dies With The Most Fabric Wins. Though she had no idea what
prize the champion would win, she determined to attempt to take her
cloth-buying hobby to infinity and
In her desire to save a few
dollars, thus increasing her capacity to purchase more cloth and notions, the
woman brought her adult daughter along on the shopping trip. This daughter, a high
school math teacher, was the proud owner of a perpetual 15% off discount at the
fabric and craft store. This magical discount was available to all in the
teacher’s household, as long as the teacher was present.
At the check-out, the lady’s
adult daughter presented her teacher’s discount card to obtain the much-desired
The clerk–a girl who was
definitely more young than old–took one look at the lady who must have
appeared more old than young with her hair of silver and white and gray and
with a great deal of confusion announced, “But she gets 20% off
The silver-haired lady (in
constant pursuit of more fabric, zippers, thread, and buttons) had no idea what
the young clerk meant. The lady shared a surprised moment with her daughter the
math teacher, hoping the math somehow made sense to one who thought in numbers
rather than English. 15%? 20%?
The mysterious 5% made no
sense to the lady until in the heat of the parking lot where it suddenly made a
great deal of sense. The silver-haired lady laughed. “The clerk thinks I
qualify for the Senior Discount!”
That shopping day happened to
be a Wednesday, the one day when Senior Citizens received a 20% discount, just
for being old. “She didn’t bother to check my I.D. or she’d see I’m only forty-nine.
Six years too young to qualify–if and
only if
(a math term) Seniors, in her world, are 55 and not 65.”
That day, the silver-and-gray
haired lady decided she could be cranky that the young clerk misjudged her age
or she could laugh about the extra 5% savings. Neither young nor old, the lady
with the gray hair decided to laugh and smile and share her story.
Just like fabric, a lady can
never have too much laughter. So the lady decided, too, that the ageless advice
should go like this, instead: She Who
Dies With The Most Laughter Wins.
And the silver-haired lady
lived, happily ever after.


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Book Tour: Between Here and the Horizon by Callie Hart



Betrayal. Lust, Unrequited Love. Redemption.

Between Here and the Horizon is an Epic Love Story

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Ophelia Lang needs money, and she needs it bad. Her parent’s restaurant is going under, and ever since she lost her job teaching third grade elementary, scraping enough cash together to pay the bills has proven almost impossible. Her parents are on the brink of losing their home. The vultures are circling overhead. So when Ophelia is offered an interview for a well-paid private tutoring gig in New York, how can she possibly say no?

Ronan Fletcher is far from the overweight, balding businessman Ophelia expected him to be. He’s young, handsome, and wealthy beyond all reason. He’s also perhaps the coldest, rudest person she’s ever met, and has a mean streak in him a mile and a half wide. A hundred grand is a lot of money, however, and if tolerating his frosty temperament, his erratic mood swings and whatever else he throws at her means she’ll get paid, then that is what Ophelia will do.

Her new boss is keeping secrets, though. Awful, terrible secrets.

The ghosts of Ronan Fletcher’s past are about to turn Ophelia’s future upside down, and she can’t even see it coming.

Note: Between Here and The Horizon is a brand new standalone contemporary romance novel from USA Today bestselling author, Callie Hart. Between Here and the Horizon does contain some scenes of violence and sexual content, and so is directed at audience 18+.






Get back, Fletcher! Get back! The tank’s gonna blow!”

I was running. Behind me, seven miles of desert stretched out toward Kabul city, glowing in places where burned out military trucks were being devoured by fire. Twisted metal rained down from the sky, on fire and sharper than a razor’s edge, impacting in the dirt. Thud. Thud, thud. Thud. Shrapnel whistled through the air, striking the ground a few feet away from me as I weaved my way through the wreckage. Smoke was biting at my lungs, acrid and burning, making it hard to breath.

“Fletcher! What the fuck, man!”

Behind me, Specialist Crowe was losing his mind. Alternating between shouting into his radio and shouting at me, he couldn’t seem to decide which course of action to take. I’d ordered him to follow, but I could understand why he hadn’t. The situation was more than unsafe; charging headlong into the fire and destruction was a suicide mission, and I knew it. I also knew that my men were trapped inside the upturned vehicle still a hundred feet ahead of me, however, and I knew the truck was going to blow any second. They were going to burn to death if I didn’t help them. I wasn’t going to abandon them to that fate.

Captain! God, man, stop!”

My heart was surging, my veins overflowing with adrenalin. My boots hit the dirt, left, right, left, right, left, right, my fists pumping back and forth as I sprinted toward the truck that was laying on its roof up ahead. Through the fractured windshield, I could see Hellaman and Wicks still strapped into the front seats of the vehicle, upside down and unmoving. They were either unconscious or dead. Hopefully they were just out for the count, but there was a lot of blood splattered on the inside of the glass. A lot of blood.

Black smoke curled upward from the underside of the truck, and I could already hear the hissing sound of fuel burning and sizzling somewhere. Groaning. I could hear groaning, too.

I reached the truck just as something inside the engine caught fire, and Hellaman came to. His eyes were wide with pain and fear as I dropped down onto my belly next to the driver’s side window, which was smashed out, small cubes of safety glass scattered into the dirt.

“Captain? Captain Fletcher. Shit, I can’t breathe. I can’t…breathe.” His face was deathly pale, and his hands shook violently as he tried to claw at the seatbelt that was digging into his chest.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, Private. We’re gonna get you out of there, okay? Just hold on a moment.” My bowie knife was in my hand. I took it and made quick work of slashing through the webbing holding Hellaman in place. There was nothing I could do to cushion his fall. Slamming into the roof of the truck, Hellaman groaned weakly, and then passed out again, either from pain or from the shock, I didn’t know. I stowed my blade and grabbed him by the shoulders, then wrestled him free through the window. His face was cut; his arms were striped with blood and running rivers of crimson out onto the ground. No time to be gentle, though. No time to be safe. I hooked my hands under his arms and I quickly jogged backwards, dragging him away from the wreckage. Twenty feet was enough.

I ran back to the truck. Flames were visibly licking at the underside of the vehicle now, snaking upward toward the night sky. Wick was still out cold. I ran around to the back of the truck and tried to force the loading doors open, but they were jammed closed, bent and warped, refusing to budge.





There was someone alive inside. Running out of time. Almost no time left. I positioned myself by the truck’s rear right window, thanking god the thing was already splintered. The bulletproof windows on military trucks were no joke. You could take a semi automatic to them and it would take longer than I had to smash them. The impact of rolling three times had obviously been enough to compromise the glass, though.

“Shield your faces,” I hollered. “Glass, glass, glass!” Bracing, I spun around and smashed the sole of my boot against the window as hard as I possibly could. The glass groaned, fracturing some more, but it didn’t shatter. I kicked again, and again, and again. Finally, the window exploded in a shower of bright shards, giving in under the force of my boot.

“Captain, there’s fuel in here,” someone inside yelled. “Get back!”

I ducked down and lay flat on my stomach again, crawling in through the now empty window frame. Inside the truck, gasoline hung heavy in the air, burning my nostrils and my eyes. Next to me, Roberts was dead, his head twisted at an odd angle, eyes staring, unseeing into the abyss.

On the other side of the truck Private Coleridge, Sam, a nineteen-year-old kid from Houston, was lying on his back on the roof, holding his rifle in both hands, his body convulsing wildly. His eyes swivelled to look at me, but his head remained locked in position, his teeth grinding together.

“What…what happened, Capt’n?” he asked. “We were drivin’ along, and then…everything was…spinning.”

“IED,” I told him. “Desert’s full of them. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

“I can’t…move. I can’t feel…anything.”

He wasn’t paralyzed. If he were, he wouldn’t be shaking the way he was right now. He was just in shock. A sharp slap to the face would probably go a long way to getting him moving, but there simply wasn’t time for that kind of motivation. Grabbing him by the webbing stitched onto the strap of his pack, which was still on his back, I hauled him to me and then backed out through the window as quickly as I could. The fire was raging now. I dragged Sam back to where I’d left Hellaman and was about to run back to the truck when a loud metallic crack split the air apart, and then a ball of fire rocked the truck, a wall of heat and pressure slamming into my body, sending me reeling back into the dirt.

Oscar!” Sam yelled. “Oscar’s still alive in there!”

Fuck.” I was up on my feet and running. The heat was intense—so intense that I had to shield my face as I grew closer to the wreck. The fire had consumed the underside of the truck, the tires blazing, the gas roaring as the fuel line was engulfed. And I could hear screaming. The kind of blood curdling, awful screaming of a man being burned alive.

My radio headset crackled with static, and then Colonel Whitlock’s voice barked out through the speaker. “Fletcher, do not go back inside that vehicle. Do you hear me? Do not go back inside that vehicle.”

Disobeying a direct order from a colonel was an offence worthy of court marshal. I ripped my headset from my ears and threw it to the ground, ignoring it. Ignoring the consequences. Another blood curdling scream reached me, and that was it. I was on my stomach, crawling into the mouth of hell.

My side pressed up against the frame of the window, and pain tore at me, sinking its teeth into my skin. Heat. The heat was overwhelming, so fierce and violent that there was no oxygen inside the truck. Only smoke and confusion. Only death.

“Oscar!” I called out, reaching with both hands, trying to find him. “Where are you, man?” The truck was only a six-guy transport, but the billowing, rolling clouds of black smoke hid everything. I went by touch until I heard him cry out again, weaker this time, voice riddled with agony. He was at the very rear of the truck. A few seconds was all I had. Any longer and I would either suffocate or burn up myself. My head was pounding, my lungs begging for clean air, and I could feel myself start to drift.

The journey to the back of the truck took an eternity. One hand over the other, I pulled myself around an upturned transport box, and jammed my body in between the narrow gap at the right hand side of the vehicle, reaching out, groping, searching, until I found what I was looking for. A leg. A foot, to be precise. I grabbed hold of it and pulled. An agonised yell filled the truck.

“Ahh, my leg. My leg. It’s fucked!”

“I know. I’m sorry, man. I can’t get you any other way.” I gritted my teeth, and I pulled. In any other situation it would have been a crime that I was handling an injured man this way. The clock was running down, though, and if causing more pain, causing even more damage meant the difference between one of my guys being injured or being dead, then I was going to do what I had to do.

I somehow managed to maneuverer myself so that I was over Oscar—I couldn’t even see his face, the smoke was so thick—and then I started shoving. Six hard pushes and I managed to drive him through the gap in the window frame, out onto the desert floor. His body was ripped away, pulled free by someone else, and then he was gone. I was almost too tired to heave myself free, but I scrounged up my last scrap of energy and I crawled forward, determined to make it out before the entire vehicle was enveloped. Halfway out, my fingers clawing in the dirt, my body lit up with pain. Indescribable. Unbearable. A pain so sharp and breathtaking that I couldn’t even cry out. It felt like something was ripping my body in two. I spun around and looked up to see a burning line of fuel pouring down on me, hitting my side, burning into me. I was on fire.

I kicked and jerked myself out of the truck, ripping at my jacket. Tearing at the material, trying to get it off. The fabric seemed to come away in my hands, and then I was shirtless in the cold, cold desert, rolling on the ground, trying to put the flames out.

The world went black. Someone threw something over me, and then hands were beating at my body, slapping and trying to roll me. A strangled gasp worked its way out of my mouth, but that’s all I could manage. The flames were out. The thick, heavy material that had been thrown over me was pulled back, and Crowe stood over me, face covered in soot and grease, eyes the size of dollar coins. I could barely see him properly. Barely hear the words coming out of his mouth.

Colonel Whitlock appeared next to him, and then the sky was filled with the beating thump of helicopter blades. They spoke for a second, and the thundering drum of the helo overhead dipped long enough for me to make out what Crowe said to Whitlock.

“He didn’t stop, sir. He didn’t stop until they were all out.”

Whitlock scowled. “I can see that, Specialist. He disobeyed a direct order in doing so, too.”

“He’ll be reprimanded?” Crowe asked. He was speaking as if I was no longer present; both of them were.

“No,” Whitlock said sternly. “Ironically, I think Captain Fletcher’s more likely to be honored than punished in this particular instance. Now get him on the chopper before I change my mind. The crazy bastard’s bleeding everywhere.”

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Callie has experienced many changes throughout her life, and gone through many ups and downs that have all worked towards shaping and moulding her into the person she is today: fun loving, active, social, and hard working. The only thing that has remained a constant throughout her life is writing. Creating characters who will tear your conscience in two is a favorite pastime of Callie’s. There are few real saints and sinners in her books; more often, the denizens of her stories are all very human. Broken, flawed, and always with the potential for redemption.

Despite the subject matter being markedly hot and heavy in comparison to the stories she wrote in elementary school, there will always be an element of fairytale to her work.

Callie Hart is the author of the Blood & Roses Series. Zeth & Sloane’s story is now complete, but there are a number of stories still to be released under the Blood & Roses banner. 2015 will see Cade, Michael and Rebel’s stories being released, as well as a number of brand new stories, all of which will be Dark Romance novels.

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Title: Her Brother’s Keeper


Series: The Sacred Brotherhood

Book II


Author:  A.J. Downey


Genre: MC Romance


Release Date: November 1,



Fate introduces people at both

the right and the wrong times…


So it is for Maren on the

absolute worst day imaginable. When all hope was gone, and she was whittled

away to little more than tears and despair, up walks Nox, an unlikely hero to

save the day. Maren is about to discover that sometimes the good guys wear

black, and there are times that the lines between good and evil blur beyond



Nox is a bad man with a heart of

gold, or so it seems. It also seems that Maren has captured that heart with her

wide, tear filled brown eyes. Nox never saw himself going for jailbait before,

but that’s just what Maren is, all woman trapped in a seventeen year old package.

Still, what he wouldn’t do for her, including taking on the unlikely role of

keeper to her unruly preteen brother.


This mess could end beautifully

or in some serious time spent behind bars for Nox, but sometimes, it’s worth

risking it all.












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Melody Beswick thought she was

bringing herself and her thirteen month old son home to his father. It was her

last ditch effort to make a better life for her and her boy. One in which Noah

had a father to look up to and guide him. While she knew Grinder wasn’t perfect,

she believed in him, and love always found a way, right?

Melody never thought her dreams for herself and her son could twist into such

nightmares, and that it was so true, the old adage, that the road to hell is

paved with good intentions. She’s about to find out that another adage is true,

that sometimes it’s better the devil you know, when instead of finding Grinder,

it’s his cold and critical brother Archer at the end of her long drive that she

must contend with.

With no other options, and no place else to go, Melody is about to make a deal

with this devil that she can’t refuse. Who knew it could, quite possibly, be

the best decision she’s ever made?






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of her life it’s now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as

she has been entertained.


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Promo Blitz: Cadillac Cowboy by Cynthia D’Alba

Hell Yeah!: Cadillac Cowboy


A Texas lawman finds more than fall foliage during a drive in an antique convertible Cadillac to his new home.  Newly-hired Texas cop Shade Gruber agrees to drive his grandmother’s prize car from Chicago to his new home in Big Branch. He expects some car issues. He doesn’t expect to pick up a runaway bride.  On the run from her mobster fiancé, Victoria Vaught dashes from the church thirty minutes before the I Do’s. Stranded in her bridal attire by an unreliable car, she starts walking, needing as far from Chicago as possible.  Their road to love is filled with twists, turns and bumps. Hanging on to the one you love can be roller coaster ride with surprising results.

Excerpt The elevator doors closed and he pushed her against the wall. He caught her mouth in a wet, hard kiss. His tongue traced along her lower lip and she opened, ready for him. He slipped in his tongue, deepening the kiss and skirted his hands down her hips until he grasped her rear and squeezed.

Vivi’s insides melted and flowed toward her center. Her breasts grew heavy. She needed more.

The elevator dinged, signaling arrival on their floor. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. His were dark and dilated with a driving passion. She touched her lips with her fingers but only for a moment. He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the elevator car. As they hurried toward their suite, he dug the magnetic key from his pocket. It took a couple of tries to get the door to release, all the while she was getting more and more frantic to touch him.

The door finally swung open, and Shade pulled her through, slamming and locking it behind her. He pushed her against the door and took her mouth in a bruising kiss. His hands slid down her arms until he laced his fingers with hers. Never breaking the kiss, he jerked her arms above her head and held both of her wrists with one hand.

Vivi twisted in his hold, trying to get closer. He kicked her feet apart until he could stand between her thighs. She wrapped one leg around him, widening the space. He pressed the hard bulge behind his zipper against her aching center. She moaned and arched, rubbing herself on his hard cock.

He released her wrists so he could use both hands to tug her shirt over her head. He dipped his tongue in the valley between her breasts before nuzzling the flesh above the lace of her bra.

“I will never make fun of Walmart again,” he said, gliding his lips along her skin. “But it’s time for this to go.” He popped the bra’s clasp. She let the straps slide down her arms and drop to the floor.

“Beautiful,” he whispered and took one breast into his mouth. He sucked hard, pulling and tugging her into his mouth. She groaned.

“That feels wonderful,” she said. “More.”

He pulled back and caught the nipple between his teeth. He bit down. She gasped from the gentle pain. Then he licked where he’d bit and she mewed her pleasure.

“Like that, did you?” he said. “Let’s try the other side.”

He took her other breast into his mouth and drew it deep. His cheeks sunk in from the suction. The sight sent shock waves of lust rolling through her veins.

Her head dropped back to the door. She was beyond aroused. The need to touch him overwhelmed her, so she jerked his shirt from his jeans and allowed her fingers to glide along the hills and valleys of his abdomen. He was incredible but she craved skin-to-skin contact. Her mouth was desperate for a taste of Shade.

“Shirt. Off,” she said with a groan.

He broke off sucking long enough to yank his shirt up and off without unbuttoning it. He tossed it on the sofa with hers.

“Oh, yum,” she said and leaned over to run her tongue over the area her fingers had just explored. “My turn.”

She grabbed his shoulders and he let her reverse their position. She rubbed her nose along his chest. His scent filled her senses and sent shivers down her spine. She flicked out her tongue and skimmed it across his nipple. He threaded his fingers through her hair.

“Oh, princess,” he growled. “What am I going to do with you?”

She pressed a kiss to his chest, then left a line of wet ones up his throat to his mouth. “Kiss me,” she said against his lips. “Make love to me.”


                                                                            About Cynthia D’Alba

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Cynthia D’Alba started writing on a challenge from her husband in 2006 and discovered having imaginary sex with lots of hunky men was fun.

She was born and raised in a small Arkansas town. After being gone for a number of years, she’s thrilled to be making her home back in Arkansas living in a vine-covered cottage on the banks of an eight-thousand acre lake.

When she’s not reading or writing or plotting, she’s doorman for her two dogs, cook, housekeeper and chief bottle washer for her husband and slave to a noisy, messy parrot. She loves to chat online with friends and fans.



Blog Tour + Review: How to Play the Game of Love by Harmony Williams


How to Play the Game of Love

by Harmony Williams
Ladies of Passion, #1
Publication Date: October 17, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select, Historical Romance



ABOUT THE BOOK: He’s everything she thinks she doesn’t want.When Miss Rose Wellesley’s father threatens an arranged marriage, she knows she’d better settle on a choice quickly or end up having no say in who she marries. Fortunately, she’s garnered a rare invitation to Lady Dunlop’s “Week of Love” house party, an annual affair notorious for matchmaking. Her plans to expedite a proposal would go smoothly if not for the brash younger sister she must chaperone, her outspoken, disagreeable best friend, and the bullish Lord Hartfell who seems determined to dog her every step.

Lord Hartfell embodies every last thing Rose dislikes in a man. He’s domineering, tenacious, argumentative, and a little too casual with his nudity for her tastes. Worst of all, Rose can’t seem to get him—or his kisses—out of her mind.

Rose is determined to find a more appropriate husband, even if her heart disagrees with how unsuitable the stubborn lord is…


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My lip curled. “Beauty has nothing to do with personality. Beauty fades.” “Perhaps,” he agreed. “But your fierce loyalty, your wit, your passion for life—those persevere.” Slowly, I lowered my feet to the ground. My legs were starting to cramp. The silence between us lengthened, gathering tension. I fanned myself with my hand.

REVIEW: The game of love—what a fun concept this story has! How would you feel if you had two choices: find a husband yourself or abide by your father’s marriage arrangement? Whatever happened to love? Williams toys around with the idea of a comical house party, held for all of the eligible single men and women to find love or at least a fair match. How to Play the Game of Love is a frustrating, yet hopeful and awkward romance that will entertain readers who enjoy this genre.

Rose has to find a husband by the end of the match-making party that she has attended with her sister and friends. The desire to fall in love and marry has enveloped her soul and mind. She will not accept anything less. Upon arriving at the party, she knows that she must hide the wild side that is surely frowned upon as being unladylike, if she even expects to capture a gentleman’s attention. The wrong attention—wrong in every way—is what she attracts, but she desperately wants to lure the attention of another. When everything goes wrong, the man that she has been trying to lure…has turned her down several times. After he leaves the party early to go back to his military post, Warren does not hesitate to console Rose. This very unlikely partnership is filled with comedy, intimacy, desperation and manipulation. Will Rose ever find love or will she settle for a suitor who she has already turned down in the past?

Williams has a strong, impactful and deliberately frustrating plot. With the main character pining over the wrong guy, she completely mistakes the advances of another one who could be quiet perfect for her. The ongoing arguments are entertaining and the relationship is sweet. The author does a great job with character development. The pace is quick, which makes it an easy read. If you are a reader of historical romance and regency, this may interest you.




Harmony Williams has been living vicariously in Regency-era England since she discovered Jane Austen. Since time machines don’t yet exist, she’s had to make do with books—fictional and non-fictional. On the rare occasions she doesn’t have her nose stuck in a book, she likes to drink tea and spend time with her 90-lb lapdog. A feminist, she writes stories about strong women and the men who support them as equals.

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Book Tour: Passion’s Fury by Violetta Rand

Passion’s Fury Virtual Book Tour

October 17th to 28th

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Passion’s Fury

Viking’s Fury #3

By: Violetta Rand

Genre: Viking Historical Romance

Release Date: October 18th, 2016

Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing


As the only sister of Jarl Roald Blood Axe, Lady Runa is expected to do her duty and choose a husband from among the five noblemen her brother has invited to a feast in her honor. An advantageous marriage means a new alliance for her family.  Runa has other plans though, including a lifelong dream to join the temple maidens where she can serve Odin and the other gods. Captain Thorolf is the most respected man in Jarl Roald’s personal guard. Tasked with safeguarding the beautiful Lady Runa, he works hard to keep the obstinate girl out of trouble. But every time he thinks she’s ready to accept her fate, Runa finds another way to disobey her brother, which forces Thorolf to cover up her mistakes. When an uninvited guest shows up at the feast and insults Runa’s family, she immediately takes matters into her own hands and threatens the intruder with a knife. Thorolf responds quickly, but Runa has gone too far. She’s embarrassed the only son of a neighboring jarl. In retaliation for her bad behavior, Roald gives her an ultimatum. Choose a husband now or he will marry her off to the most decrepit lord in the farthest reaches of Norway he can find. Under advisement from Captain Thorolf, Runa asks permission to visit the home of one of her suitors so she can get to know him better before she decides if he’s a worthy candidate for marriage. However, Runa has no intention of marrying anyone. In fact, she’s secretly infatuated with Thorolf. But nothing can ever come of it. Jarl Roald reluctantly agrees to let her go, but sends Thorolf along as his eyes and ears. On the road to the north country, Runa’s party is attacked, leaving many dead and Captain Thorolf missing. Runa escapes the violence and seeks assistance from the high priest at the temple. Reunited with Captain Thorolf, Runa realizes she can longer hide her feelings for him. What they find is mutual admiration and an attraction that could cost them both dearly. Will Thorolf risk everything he’s worked so hard to accomplish for the love of a forbidden woman? Will Runa once again defy her brother and take a chance on true love?

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How many people could Runa’s eldest brother, Jarl Roald, squeeze into the great hall at one time? She eyed the double doors in the back of the room, thrown open in the dead of winter to accommodate the guests that had traveled many miles to celebrate the birth of her nephew, Kollvein. Two lines of well-wishers spilled outside. Additional braziers had been set up in the courtyard, providing much needed warmth for their visitors.

“There are an infinite number of joys to experience in this world,” Roald started, his toothy grin, permanent. “But this…” He lowered the fur-swathed bundle in his arms, revealing his newborn son. “Is the greatest of them all.”

Silvia, Runa’s sister-in-law, appeared then. She, too, carried a similar bundle. “Unless you are blessed with two babes,” she added, standing next to Roald. “Eva insisted on introducing your daughter at the same time.”

It made Runa smile, for Roald’s wife had given birth to twins only yesterday—a boy and girl. Her brother wished to keep it a secret, for some would misinterpret twins as a bad omen.

“Meet Katla,” Silvia said, showing off the infant’s perfectly shaped head.

Everyone cheered.

“And who will wear the crown?” someone called from the throng.

“Though my beloved wife is capable of many wonders, she didn’t deliver my son and daughter at the same time,” Roald assured them. “Kollvein kicked his way into the world first, then my sweet daughter arrived.” The jarl gazed at his second child with genuine affection. “When the time comes, rest assured, another generation of Jarl Brandr’s bloodline will sit on the throne.”

“And will you offer these blessed children up for baptism?”

The room fell deathly silent.

Runa pushed her way through the crowd, recognizing the man who spoke. Recently returned from Northumbria, Olvir Olavson had converted to Christianity. All of the Trondelag was abuzz with the news. Anyone who betrayed the gods shouldn’t be here. Kollvein and Katla belonged to Odin.

“Get out,” Runa hissed as she seized Olvir’s arm.

The Norseman gazed at her. “Be quiet, woman. What right do you have to order me about?” He jerked free of her grasp. “This world must change. Otherwise, we will all burn for our sins.” He looked her over, disgust on his face. “Especially a wanton girl like you.”

Refusing to be insulted, Runa unsheathed the knife she kept at her hip. She held it close to his face, unafraid. “Care to curse me again?”

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Raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, Violetta Rand spent her childhood reading, writing, and playing soccer. After meeting her husband in New England, they moved to Alaska where she studied environmental science and policy before attending graduate school. Violetta then spent nearly a decade working as a scientist, specializing in soil and water contamination and environmental assessments. Violetta still lives in Alaska and spends her days writing romance. She enjoys time with her husband, pets, and friends. In her free time, she loves to hike, fish, and ride motorcycles and 4-wheelers.

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