30 Seconds with Chrys Fey

Today we have the lovely and talented Chrys Fey on the blog.

She has a new story out, 30 Seconds, just in time to curl up on the couch with your ereader and a cozy fire. 

So Chrys,

How much influence do you have on cover art?

I actually had a lot of say in the cover for 30 Seconds because the artist got the cover wrong at first. In the beginning I filled out a form to describe the tone, important elements, and how I envisioned the cover, but the artist did her own thing, which was all wrong for 30 Seconds. Only the title was what I wanted, so the marketing director let me choose the images to pass onto the artist. I picked both of the images that are now on the cover.

Which phrase in 30 Seconds are you most proud of?

“She could forgive him for missing their dinner date, but she would never forgive him for dying.”

What did you edit out of 30 Seconds?

I edited out a scene near the end. I can’t really reveal much about it because it contains spoilers, but it’s when my heroine, Dr. Dani Hart, is in the hospital fighting to save someone’s life. My editor and I decided to remove it because we realized she wouldn’t be allowed in the operating room as she was emotionally compromised. Luckily, taking the scene out worked perfectly.

Describe your writing style in ten words or less.

Thrilling, romantic, magical, with heroines of steel and sexy heroes.

Would you like to be friends with the main character?

Absolutely! Dani is a fun woman. She’s witty, smart, and loves rock music just like I do.

Follow up question - What is something you can picture the two of you doing together? 

We’d go to a Thirty Second to Mars concert and rock out to their music. Then we’d stop at McDonalds for a quick bite and maybe enjoy a glass of wine at home while we talk about how awesome the concert was.

Now for a little fun. 

If you were going to commit the perfect murder, how would you go about it?

I don’t think I can reveal that. If I do, it may come back to bite me in the butt.

Do you ever write naked?

I’ve never even tried it. I’m not that free with my body, but now I’m wondering how many writers do write in the nude.

Do you have any hobbies? 

I love to draw fashion designs, write song lyrics, make jewelry, and read.

If you were a tool what would you be?

A hammer. I don’t like to “put people in their place,” but I will swing if you get me mad. All of my heroines carry the same attitude. Actually, they are all feistier than I am. Sometimes I wish I could be more like them...sledgehammers.

Who's more fun, bad boys or perfect gentlemen?

Bad boys! They are fascinating, sexy, and can show you a good time. All of my heroes have a little bit of bad in them, but they are still gentlemen when the time calls for it, like Blake in 30 Seconds.

thanks so much for stopping by.

It readers would like to know more about Chrys, you can find her at--

www.writewithfey.blogspot.com

www.facebook.com/chrysfey

https://www.goodreads.com/ChrysFey

Purchase 30 Seconds on Amazon http://amzn.com/B00N26EU9G

Cover reveal- Time Out, Valentine

OMG - I love this cover! So cute and from my favorite cover artist, Diana Carlile!

Time Out, Valentine

by Melinda Dozier

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Release Date: January 2015

And here's the amazing Time Out, Valentine cover ...

BLURB

Lexi’s life is one big dump. Or so she thinks. To keep her mind off her latest breakup, she stays busy with work. It’s no big deal, since writing for Time Out Portland Magazine is a blast…except for the one small snag – Grant Reeds. Grant, a shy but sexy computer geek, is new to Time Out, working as the Networking Director for the online magazine. Even though Lexi thinks he doesn’t notice her, he sure as hell does. The owners have a plan for their upcoming Valentine’s Special, pairing up the two to explore romantic date ideas around the city. Soon, Lexi and Grant learn that the old adage, “Opposites Attract,” can ring true.

EXCERPT

Grant sipped his beer and surveyed the room around them—anywhere but at the siren next to him, with her fancy drink, an umbrella hanging off the side. Overhead lights strobed the room, gleaming in all directions. The DJ announced a new song and a new crowd rushed to the dance floor, leaving them more alone in the back of the room. Thank God.

It was stifling hot. He tugged his collar from his neck and rolled the sleeves of his white button-up. His glasses slid down his nose, forcing him to take them off and put them in his shirt pocket.

Luckily in that part of the room, the music wasn’t so loud that they had to scream to converse. He only raised his voice a fraction to ask her the question he’d been wondering since they set foot in the place. “So, you think this is romantic enough for a Valentine's date?"

She batted her long lashes in his direction and smirked. “There’s low lights.”

“Yeah and loud music, people all around.” To help prove his point, someone bumped him in the back, pushing him closer to Lexi. His hand circled her waist and rested on her hip.

She sipped the drink, moving the umbrella with her other hand, then licked her lips. “It’sthe place to be. All trendy couples find their way here.” She cocked her head. “What would make it more romantic? Kissing?”

A slow smile formed and he faced her. Not a bad idea. “Actually, yeah.” He placed his bottle on the table behind them, cracked his knuckles and stretched his neck.

She laughed nervously, putting her weight on another sexy as hell foot. “What? You’re gonna kiss me? For real?”

“We need romance.” He grabbed her cup and put it next to his bottle. His gaze dropped to her mouth.

“You kissing me won’t—”

He placed his thumb on her lips. “Shhh. Stop talking so we can be romantic.”

AUTHOR BIO

After hectic days of teaching English to middle school students, Melinda finds time to write and read in the evenings. She lives in Guatemala, Central America with her husband/ college sweetheart who brings "mucho amor" to her life. Melinda enjoys being the queen of her household and dreams of being pampered fully by her three boys once they are grown. Melinda's guilty pleasures include reality t.v., traveling, blogging and playing Zynga games.

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Author Spotlight - Claiming Carlos by Rachelle Ayala

Book #2 of Sanchez Sisters Series

Choco Sanchez is stuck in a rut. She's never hit a softball and has been friends forever with Carlos Lopez, the head cook at her family's Filipino restaurant. When flashy restaurant consultant Johnny Dee hits her with a pitch, she falls head over heels and gets a makeover

Carlos Lopez is not about to lose one for the home team. Johnny launches a full scale change on the menu, and Carlos sends him straight into the dumpster. Claiming Choco's heart proves more difficult. But never underestimate a man who can cook hot, spicy, and steamy, and we ain't talking just food.





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[Love to Hate Miranda]

“Stop.” Miranda waves a spatula and blocks our way. “No members of the wait staff allowed in the kitchen.”
“I need another order of vegan spring rolls. No meat!” Sarah yells.
“She stole my gluten-free bangus.” Susie pushes her way past Miranda, who bounces against the door to the cold room, opening it.
“Out, out of the kitchen.” Miranda sticks a finger in Susie’s chest. Big mistake.
Susie’s nostrils flare and her piercings dance. “Out of my way.”
With a hefty push, she shoves Miranda who stumbles back into the cold room. Her arms windmilling, she falls in between the sides of raw pork belly hanging up to dry.
“Ai ya!” Miranda slaps at the pork bellies and pulls on a trussed whole duck for balance, right when a wooden tray of balut, fertilized duck eggs with the intact embryo, falls and splatters over her. The slime and partially formed embryos ooze down her hair and face.
Everyone except Johnny bursts out laughing. I whip out my cell phone and snap as many pictures as I can before Johnny blocks my view to help his mother.
Out of nowhere, Carlos appears, and he gives Johnny a kick on the back of his tight leopard printed butt, sending him sprawling against the skewered suckling pigs. They tumble like dominoes, knocking Johnny on top of his balut-covered mother.

Carlos picks up a tray of the Vietnamese style transparently wrapped no-fry spring rolls and flings the contents into the cold room all over Johnny and Miranda. “Vegan spring rolls is off the menu.”

About the Author

Rachelle Ayala is a bestselling Asian American author of dramatic romantic suspense and humorous, sexy contemporary romances. Her heroines are feisty and her heroes hot. She writes emotionally challenging stories but believes in the power of love and hope.

Rachelle is the founder of an online writing group, Romance in a Month, an active member of the California Writer's Club, Fremont Chapter, and a volunteer for the World Literary Cafe. She is a very happy woman and lives in California with her husband. She has won awards in multicultural and historical romance

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Beast Coast - Release date reveal!

today I have the lovely and talented J.C. McKenzie. She has a new book, Beast Coast coming soon. She's here to reveal exactly when that will be.

JC
Do you plot or let the story unfold as you write?
I do a little of both. A book typically starts with a scene for me. I frantically write it down. More often enough, my brain gets way ahead of my ability to craft scenes together, so at a certain point, I stop writing the scenes, and start writing notes for each scene until I’ve plotted out the rest of the book. Afterward, I go back and flesh out everything, and sometimes my writing takes me off the outlined path, which I’m totally okay with.

Are your characters based on real people?
Absolutely not! Although I may borrow a few personality traits here and there.

Have you ever cried while writing a book?
Yes. I’ve ugly cried like a baby for a scene I didn’t want to write, but had to write.

What's your favorite book you've written?
My first completed manuscript will always hold a special place in my heart, even if it never sees the light of day or someone else’s bookshelf. It taught me a lot about writing and I felt like a rock star when I finished it!


How did you do in English as a kid?
Nailed it!

Now for a little fun...

What is your favorite drink?
Raspberry mojitos

Have you ever found true love?
Yes, and I married him. (cue music…or gagging sounds)

Are you jealous of other writers?
Sometimes it’s hard not to be, especially when I want some things sooooo badly. But I love my fellow authors, and will always cheer them on, even if I twinge a little with jealousy here and there. I think it’s super important to be supportive of other writers. Their successes are our successes and boost the industry.

Find out more about JC on
Facebook, Twitter, Amazon, Goodreads, Her website

Watch to find out when Beast Coast is releasing!

Sometimes the greatest danger comes from within…

When Master Vampire Lucien Delgatto threatens her potential mate Wick’s life, Shape Shifter Andrea “Andy” McNeilly will employ a den of witches, a bedazzled thong, and her ability to shift into multiple animals to meet his demands. She plans to keep Wick safe—even if she’s not speaking to him. Lucien’s unwelcomed control over Wick's life has thrown Andy into a whirlwind of emotions. Though Wick vows to do whatever it takes to earn Andy’s forgiveness and win back her trust, it may be too late.

This recent conflict awakens something within Andy, an animal she’s never learned to control. For hidden beneath all her forms is a beast whose anger and brutality rivals none. And she’s pissed.

Excerpt:

Letting my falcon drift close to the surface, my eyesight sharpened. A dark figure moved in the brambles near the deer path ahead of me. About to step closer, something tugged at my senses.

Come to me, a voice echoed in my head. I froze.

An overwhelming urge to walk into the forest on my right consumed my body. I hadn’t felt anything like this since…

Since I was fourteen, and walked into the forest to meet three feras.

Sweat beaded on my brow and the bridge of my nose. I wiped it away, while fighting the compulsion to move.

Come to me, Carus.

Leaning forward, I tried to locate the animal. A branch snapped, and my attention darted to where the sound originated from. The forest hummed with the sound of summer insects. My heart beat loud and heavy in my chest.

Underbrush rustled. There!

A flash of orange.

Pop! A sharp sting, much like a rubber band on bare skin, radiated across my right butt cheek. I yipped and jumped three feet in the air.

Whirling around, I found Wick with an ear-to-ear grin and his paintball gun resting over one of his shoulders. If he had a leg propped up on a recently deceased moose, he’d look like a hunter from a photo.

“Tagged you,” his whiskey voice crooned.

Dearest Darling...Andrea Downing

Today we have the talented Andrea Downing on the blog. Andrea, thank you so much for being here. You have a new story out. Dearest Darling has a cover that totally tells a story. And since I love historical cowboys, this is going into the queue on my Kindle.

So how did you do in English as a kid?  Pretty much straight A’s, actually; I was teacher’s pet in English.  And in my creative writing classes in college as well.  But it’s funny what you forget—like, does a comma go there or not?

Do you have trouble saying goodbye to characters?  Yup.  Jesse from Loveland still haunts me, mainly because I’d like to go back and finish that story sometime.  I know what happens to them all, right up to their deaths.

Does working to deadline inspire or annoy you?  I work best to deadlines actually, including ones I give myself like handing in guest blogs 2 weeks prior ;-) So I’m not annoyed by them at all; I’ve always worked well under pressure. I was that student who wrote all her essays the night before they were due and burned the candle at both ends.  The thing is, I have a huge tendency to procrastinate and get distracted, but I’m also very conscientious—so if someone tells me this has to be done by such and such a date, I do it.  Even if it’s at the last minute…

How do you get past those bumps in the narrative that slow down your writing?  Do something else for a while, particularly have a glass of wine or quit for the day, go to sleep, and go back to it with a fresh head the next day.

Which phrase in the book are you most proud of?  At some point he’d been hurt, at some stage he could hate.

I love that! Now tell us a little about you.

Who do you see as a hero in your life?  I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again:  my daughter’s long-time boyfriend, Daniel Saffon is my hero.  Any man willing to take on my daughter has to be a Man of Steel!

What did you want to be when you grew up?  An actress or a writer.  I studied drama but life happened and here I am…

Do you have a favorite quote? "What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from."

 T.S. Eliot

What song would best describe your life?  Cowboy Take Me Away by the Dixie Chicks!

If you came with a warning label, what would it say? Sell by Happy Hour

Where can readers find you?

On the web  http://andreadowning.com

Facebook:   https://www.facebook.com/writerAndreaDowning

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/AndiDowning

Visit Andrea at her Amazon Author Page  http://www.amazon.com/Andrea-Downing/e/B008MQ0NXS/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Pre-order Dearest Darling now at :  http://www.amazon.com/Dearest-Darling-Letters-Andrea-Downing-ebook/dp/B00NGWT816

Stuck in a life of servitude to her penny-pinching brother, Emily Darling longs for a more exciting existence. When a packet with travel tickets, meant for one Ethel Darton, accidentally lands on her doormat, Emily sees a chance for escape. Having turned down the dreary suitors that have come her way, is it possible a new existence also offers a different kind of man?

Daniel Saunders has carved out a life for himself in Wyoming—a life missing one thing: a wife. Having scrimped and saved to bring his mail-order bride from New York, he is outraged to find in her stead a runaway fraud. Even worse, the impostor is the sister of his old enemy.
But people are not always as they seem, and sometimes the heart knows more than the head.

Excerpt:

He strode back out of the barn to the house. A yellow glow shone through the back window, an inviting warmth, and he edged closer with care. The net curtain hardly gave Emily the requisite privacy for a bedtime routine. She sat on the edge of the bed, back to him, in her nightshift, brushing her hair.

He stood enthralled, transfixed as the brush came down the length of her hair, that wheat-straw hair, plowing lines through it as the brush made its way, and then rose to the top once more to start its path again. It was like silk, waves of silk or satin, and he could only imagine what it might be like to touch it so, to feel lengths of it, have it slip through his fingers, have it fall over his face if she lay above him.

His manhood hardened at these visions, a yearning in his groin. The desire for her ran through his blood as he remained still, observed the way her hand held the brush, her thumb running the length of the handle, her fingers gripping, moving the brush through her hair, the fine strands like filaments caught in the lamplight. And when she stopped, tossed her head faintly, the very slight motion stirred the curtain of hair as one, over her shoulder. He gasped, had to catch his breath.

Andrea Downing likes to say that when she decided to do a Masters Degree, she made the mistake of turning left out of New York, where she was born, instead of right to the west, and ended up in the UK. She eventually married there, raising a beautiful daughter and staying for longer than she cares to admit. Teaching, editing a poetry magazine, writing travel articles, and a short stint in Nigeria filled those years until in 2008 she
returned to NYC. She now divides her time between the city and the shore, and often trades the canyons of New York for the wide open spaces of Wyoming. Family vacations are often out west and, to date, she and her daughter have been to some 20 ranches throughout the west. Loveland, her first book, was a finalist for Best American Historical at the 2013 RONE Awards. Lawless Love, a short story, part of The Wild Rose Press ‘Lawmen and Outlaws’ series, was a finalist for Best Historical Novella at the RONE Awards. Dearest Darling, a novella, is part of The Wild Rose Press Love Letters series, and comes out Oct. 8th and Dances of the Heart, another full length novel, comes out in the next few months.

An end of an association...but your chance for "stuff"

I'm not going to get into the gossip and rumors regarding EC. However, a few months ago I began asking for my rights back on my stories. So far they have released 7 of the 12. So beginning next year, they'll get a new edit, a new cover and a new price tag to make them more affordable. I ask that you not purchase my books published by Ellora's Cave. Instead, wait for the new versions that will come in 2015!

Over the next week I'll be removing the books from my blog, website and other social media. When they re-release, it will be on my new website (renovations are happening now!)

I want to say thank you to everyone who supports me by purchasing and reading the books I write. There was a time I was proud to be an EC author. I met amazing friends through Ellora's Cave and had a blast at the parties they held.

So in the coming weeks, I'm having a liquidation of my EC swag since I'll no longer need it. Print books, EC card decks, and other stuff are coming your way.

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KyAnn

Taking Command - Out Today!

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2.99 at all online retailers!

Dangerous missions, hidden enemies, an unexpected passion threaten to destroy them…

Tarik Baill is on a mission to keep a corrupt government from turning a new life form—one he created—into a weapon of war and destruction. Even if he is successful at getting past the guards, securing the ship, and taking command of BioOne, he’ll have to navigate a volatile and deadly region of space to rendezvous with his group. Taking a sexy brunette dressed in a skintight body suit as a hostage and dealing with an eager to please sex-bot was never part of his agenda. But for Tarik, nothing ever goes as planned.

Shon Monet’s assignment is to tour the ship and tout the accomplishments of a government that will reign in a new era of diplomacy. Then why the secrecy surrounding BioOne? In order to find out, she steals aboard the ship only to become an unwilling guest of a hijacking. Shon is determined to uncover the real story of BioOne and Tarik Baill. But how is she supposed to focus on the mission when, with the slightest touch, the sexy and dangerous pirate makes her shiver?

Excerpt:

The stench of ionic exhaust spewing from the cluster of idling engines soured Tarik Baill’s stomach and burned his nasal membranes. Yet, he waited with his heart racing and his senses fully alert. Waiting. Waiting. “In position. Ready for go.”

“Hold, repeat, hold your position.”

Tarik glanced over his shoulder one last time. “Negative, Morry. We move now.”

“Tarik, I need more time.” Morry liked a plan and hated when situations erupted outside of his control. This wasn’t the time for hesitation.

“Sorry, we don’t have any more time.”

Boom!

An explosion rocked the port side of the space station. Tarik bolted from his crouched position. Sweat trickled along his spine and dampened his palms. He tightened his grip on his ion pistol, squeezed off a deadly pulse of yellow energy and dropped a Tri’Neith government soldier guarding the ship. His ship. The guard crumbled to the ground.

Sensing another guard, Tarik shifted. A flash of light blinded, and searing pain ripped through the flesh of his upper left arm. Fuck. He ignored the pain—his military training still serving him well—and returned fire. The guard cried out as his trigger hand disintegrated. Tarik fired again, assuring the man wouldn’t be a further hindrance. Then he signaled to his team.

Morry rushed over, spun, and braced his back against the ship. “You’re a crazy sonofabitch. One of these days, you’re going to get yourself into a situation you can’t get out of.”

“Not as long as you have my back.” Tarik grinned as the automatic door of the spaceship hissed open.

Tarik entered the craft first, his men slipping in behind. Morry covered the entrance and Rodra stealthily slithered through the corridor to the lower deck. Intel had guards outside the ship. If they were lucky, there would be only a few casualties inside.

The vessel was small—in its infancy—and the only one of its kind. Tarik’s footfalls were whisper quiet as he raced through the main area of the ship. The layout had only slightly altered from his memory. He bolted left, then charged into the dimly lit captain’s suite, staying low to create a smaller target.

Adrenaline and battle stimulants mixed to sharpen his senses all the way to the cellular core. He forced his breathing to slow. Steady inhales and exhales. He focused and listened. The fully charged pulse gun at his shoulder was set to combat mode and, like him, covered in blood spatter. Detecting no soldiers, he relaxed his stance.

“Lights,” he commanded softly. Movement caught his eye. With lightning swift reflexes, he snapped the gun to the left. “Shit.” He’d almost blasted a newer model fem-bot to pieces. Big tits, a tight ass, and the soft curves of a woman. But she was nothing but a damn mechanical date. “You’re lucky you aren’t reduced to spare parts.”

“I have just the spare parts you need, sir,” the mechanically feminine voice soothed.

The plush suite had the amenities of any luxury space resort. Liquors from across the galaxy stocked the full bar. Everything from Earth motion pictures to Ocara hard-core sex flicks. Some of twin-cocked beasts double penetrating females of every persuasion. Lavatories, closets, and the master bedroom were on the same par of comfort.

Tarik moved on, quickly continuing the sweep with his gun at full ready. The bot followed behind as he searched onward.

“Is your large weapon always kept at the ready?”

Tarik rolled his eyes. “Who programmed you?”

“Captain Javis. I have several programs ready to be initiated.” The bot suggestively swiveled its mechanical hips.

Tarik lowered the gun barrel. “Not now.”

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Dawn Luedecke is Montana Bound

Today I have the lovely and talented Dawn Luedecke on the blog to share her Montana Girl Series. I'm not sure if you all know this, but I love Montana. I'd live in Missoula if I could get my snow-hating husband to move there. Give me historical Montana and I'm all over it. Hot cowboys, rugged land and a rich history. Oh yeah, these books are on my Kindle just waiting for a lazy afternoon.

Here is a never seen before excerpt! Enjoy...  

Montana Bound (Book 3 of the Montana Girl series)

How hard is it to change your identity? Daylene, or Justine as she was known in the small Montana town of Lolo, sat in the third row on a train bound for New York. Once there, she would board the northbound rail headed for Boston, completely change her identity, and live the life she’d always wanted. A place no one but her oldest sister and their spinster aunt, who lived just a few block away from Beacon Hill, would know that Daylene came from a small cowboy town where the most famous people were her law breaking siblings

Okay, maybe they obeyed the law, but they were still troublemakers.

“How do you plan to break into the opera?” Daylene glanced across the aisle at Dusty as she spoke.

There she was, one of the most troublesome -- yet endearing -- sisters in the Larson family. Poor girl married Boston wealth and was clueless in the ways of proper etiquette. Perhaps she’d be open to a lesson or two during their long trip east. After all, she was going to meet her new in-laws. Wouldn’t she want to look her best?  “I was just thinking about you, my dear sister.”

“Something good I hope, Justine.”

Daylene waved off the playful stare her youngest sister gave. “We can talk about that when we have more time, and I don’t plan to break into the opera. I’m not a barbarian. I will be performing on stage. Aunty made due a few favors and secured me a spot in the chorus. After a year or so of hard work and dedication, I will move up the ranks to become a headliner. Which reminds me, please call me Daylene, I need to get used to my stage name.”

“Whatever you say, Daylene,” Dusty teased.

“It’s a beautiful stage name,” her brother in-law Travis said, leaning over Dusty to talk.

“Thank you. I believe it will work just fine. I’ve tried it out a few times in the past.”

“I remember the Christmas you tried to get us all to call you that. I got new pistols from uncle.” Dusty half frowned, her thoughts sliding across her face like the passing scenery from the train window next to her. “I’m glad you’re going to be a big city socialite, sister, but don’t forget what Ma always says. Home is where your roots lie.”

“Nonsense.  Home is where your heart lies. Everyone knows that.”

The train jerked and Daylene reached out to steady herself on the back of seat in front of her, yanking strands of hair from the blond woman occupying the hard, wooden seat.

“Ouch,” the woman yelped. Daylene yanked her hand back and plucked out a chunk of hair from her tangled fingers.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean too.”

The woman turned halfway in her seat and smiled demurely. “It’s fine. These tracks have been a bane to me for the past few days. I swear I’ve got bruises in places I didn’t know existed.”

“Will you be traveling all the way to New York?”

“Oh heaven’s no. I’m getting off in Chicago to see my cousin. Thank the Lord above. I don’t know if I could stand another…”

Boom!

The woman stopped and jerked to the front of the train as an explosion rocked the railcar. Daylene jerked to the left, flying into the chair before her and slipping off her seat to land on the floor in a jumble of petticoats and skirt as the car began to tip.

Her sister screamed and Travis let out an inaudible shout as the twisting metal screeched through the air and the train derailed. Daylene’s back smashed into the wall, glass shattered from the window overhead as the car upended. Her head banged against the side, and pain spread like fire from her skull to her shoulder blade.  Panic twisted her chest when she felt the earth move beneath the sliver of steel grinding into the dirt beneath, as the railcar continued to propel forward.

It seemed like forever before they came to a complete stop. Silence thickened the air like a dense fog. She could hear people began to move after a heartbeat of stillness.

To Tame a Montana Heart (Book 1)

Blurb

Running from a past of privilege, deceit, and danger, Travis Simms is ready to settle down. What better place to forget all he left behind than the quiet little Montana town of Lolo Hot Springs? His goal is clear — build a hotel and his own destiny without complications —until one of the town’s most troublesome women captures his attention.

Dusty Larson is hell bent on independence, helping her sister run the Triple D Ranch. She can do anything a man can, and do it better, so she certainly doesn’t need one in her life. The only problem is she seems to attract bad luck and danger...and Travis. Can he tame her wild ways and keep his bachelor status intact — or does he risk losing his heart?

Buy Links

The Wild Rose Press ebook

http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=176_146&products_id=4915

The Wild Rose Press print

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Amazon kindle edition

http://www.amazon.com/To-Tame-Montana-Heart-ebook/dp/B008MZR7DS/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1356912004&sr=8-2&keywords=to+tame+a+montana+heart

Amazon paperback edition

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Big Sky Brazen (Book 2)

Blurb

After discovering her horses missing, DeEtte hunts the man who stole them, only to discover things aren't as they seem. Her adventures lead to Bozeman where she joins up with a cattle drive north - a lawless place run by a cattle baron society. John, the man who stole her horses and broke her heart, trails after her. Many difficulties arise that prevent him from wooing the headstrong woman -- from two timing outlaws, to deadly secrets, and finally to DeEttes ability to find trouble in any situation. John needs to settle his score with a man from Texas, protect DeEtte from not only outlaws but also determined suitors, and convince her trust him enough to marry. Can he clear his name and keep her from running head first into a range war and possible death?

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Biography

A country girl born and bred, Dawn Luedecke has spent most of her life surrounded by horses, country folk, and the wild terrain of Nevada, Idaho and Montana. As a child she would spend many afternoons reading books, watching western classics, and Rogers and Hammerstein movies. When she grew up she decided to leave the quiet country life for a chance to find adventure by serving a successful tour in the United States Coast Guard. During that time she found her soul mate (and alpha male) and started a family and writing career. She enjoys writing historical and paranormal romance and spends as much time as she can working on her current manuscript. For more information visit www.dawnluedecke.com.

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