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The Season for Reading

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With temperatures getting cooler and days getting shorter, it’s time to grab a cup of something wonderful and sit back with a good book.

Not quite time for a fire in the fireplace yet, but the cats are beginning to hint at the possibility. Rather pointedly in fact. Something about the way they sit in front of it, look at the fireplace, and then glare at me definitely says it all.

So what are you reading this weekend?

Later this year, the next book from Gambler’s Folly will be out–THE RUSSIAN.

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How about a little preview of this new tale from the pleasure capitol of the galaxy?

Excerpt:

If it hadn’t been for her scent, he would have been fine. Lilacs with honeyed-vanilla and white musk had wrapped around him softly. Hazel eyes under blonde

curls had drawn him in. He’d thought, after all this time, he had control over his urges.

What had possessed him to kiss her?

Her mouth now, there was a treat. Fresh raspberries and sweet white wine still teased

his palette. Between her scent and her taste, he was one messed up wolf. He wanted to

run through the forest, roll in the leaves, and howl to his pack mates about this delicious

female he’d met.

No, he wouldn’t see her again. He didn’t need a relationship. Life around him was too

uncertain. Besides, he’d had a mate long ago and, when she’d died, she’d taken his heart to

her grave.

He was here for a job. He had no time for females. Looking at the time, he picked up his

pace. He didn’t want to keep Dam and Kari waiting.

An hour later, he joined Damiano Leone and his wife, Karianna, for dinner. Dam was

impeccably dressed, as usual, and his mate was stunning. How did Damiano keep his wits about him with such a woman as his mate?

“Dima! Welcome to our humble abode,” Dam greeted him.

“Humble? You have very different standards, amico mio.”

The hand clasp and kisses on the cheek were warm and heartfelt. They had been through

some times together, for sure.

“And how are you, lovely lady?” he asked Kari.

“Superb, Dima. You look a little more excited than usual tonight. Everything fine?”

“I’ll tell you about it over dinner.”

With the appetizers on the table, the Russian recounted his experience from earlier in

the evening.

“And you have no idea who she is?” Dam asked. “You are right, of course. Rescuing damsels

in distress comes with the territory,” he added with a sizzling look at his wife.

“But kissing them passionately before you even know their name is not.”

“From you of all people. I’m surprised, Dima. Of course, it has been a long time since you

had a mate,” Dam said.

“I don’t need a mate,” Dmitri stated firmly.

“I’ve heard that before, and look what happened. And then there is Dante.”

“How is Dante? Still on Earth?”

“Yes. He has about another six months before he and Angela come to Gambler’s Folly.”

“And she is your cousin?” he asked in amazement.

“She is,” Karianna answered for her mate. “It took everyone by surprise.”

“Well, enough of the department is mated now. There is no need for any more.”

They passed several hours together, catching up on news from various places before

Dmitri went back to his apartment. The trip had been long and planet-fall always took a toll. Add the rest of the evening to it all and he was ready for bed.

He was not ready for the soft cloud of lilac and vanilla when he opened his apartment door. Danni’s scent had lingered on his clothes earlier and gently perfumed his apartment. With a growl, he gathered his clothes into a laundry bag and called room service. Maybe by the time he got out of the shower the scent would have dissipated.

Danni’s scent had lingered on his clothes earlier and gently perfumed his apartment. With

a growl, he gathered his clothes into a laundry bag and called room service. Maybe by the

time he got out of the shower the scent would have dissipated.

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Autumn, Sweet Autumn

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Yes, autumn is my favorite time of the year. The garden is winding down, with the last few tomatoes and peppers ripening, the air is drier and crisper, and the scents from the fallen leaves and grasses fill the air.

I don’t know, there is something about the smell of autumn that draws me. Here in the woods, there are scents which hint at tobacco and hay drying ,  exotic incense, and woodsy loam, with a pinch of aromatic spices thrown in.  Add to this the sweet smell of wildflowers, which are giving us one more colorful show before winter.

If I could bottle it, I’d be a millionaire.

When I’m writing, I try to involve all the senses. It’s easy to forget how much more there is to life besides sight and sound.

How does the world around your character smell?

How do things in their environment feel? Is the tree bark rough or smooth? Is the fabric of his shirt warm or cool to the touch?

And don’t forget taste.

Everyone perceives the world differently. While the sound of the wind might be comforting to you, the way it touches and caresses her skin might mean more to someone else.

So while I love the scent of autumn, let’s not forget the crunch of dried leaves beneath my feet, or the beautiful mosaic of reds, oranges, and yellows they make in the drive. Or the brittle feel of a leaf as you trace its patterns. And how about the taste of crab apples freshly fallen to the ground?

Yes, I love the scent of autumn, but the scent alone would make a hollow world. We need the sights, sounds, and tastes as well.

Autumn is a great time for a good book as well. What have you been reading lately?

Or listening to?

If you like Audible, don’t forget Jareth, First Lord and Viviane, First Lady are on Audible.

Autumn is here!

Enjoy!

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Coming Soon–The Russian

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Yes, editing is nearly complete on the next book from Gambler’s FollyThe Russian.

Dmitri is a wolf shifter and over 500 years old. He once had a soul-mate, but she 200 years ago. Maybe the universe is giving him another chance at happiness.

Danni works in the office at the agency. Coming home one night, she was surrounded by a group of gang members and expected to end up in the hospital–or morgue. Until Dmitri stepped in.

Now it appears they are soul-mates. But she can’t become involved with anyone. She has to care for her mother.

How about an excerpt?

“You should have a woman of your own status, not a little nobody like me. I’m not even

sure how I feel about sex after the assault. Maybe you should finish your work here and

leave. Forget me.”

“There is no one of my status on any planet I’ve visited. As far as I can tell, I am unique.”

“Danni,” Karianna said, “I think you’re forgetting something. If you two are mates, he

can’t simply leave and forget. And if I ever hear you refer to yourself as a nobody again,

I’ll kick your ass.”

“Maybe we’re not mates,” she said. “The whole scent thing doesn’t seem to bother me

right now.”

“And most of that is due to the additional air scrubbers Dam brought up for the evening,”

Kari answered. “Why don’t you come sit next to Dima and try to tell me that.”

“What?”

“Come sit next to Dima and try to carry on a conversation.”

“Fine. I don’t know what all the fuss is about.”

Changing places with Karianna, Danni got comfortable until the scent of autumn leaves

and musk crept over her. Visions of the deep forest at sunset took over her thoughts,

as her nose picked up the earthy, musky scent, with its leather and tobacco overtones.

Heat began to pool at her center as thoughts of being taken by this man played scenes in

her mind.

“Danni?” she heard as if from a distance. “Planet to Danni, come in.”

Shaking her head, she looked over at the amused Karianna. Almost afraid to look, s

he glanced over at Mishka. His knuckles were white on the armrest of his chair, and his

teeth were clenched, as he fought down the mating urges.

Forcing her body to obey, Danni rose from the table and stumbled into the kitchen.

She needed air, but every breath brought her Mishka’s scent. This could not be happening.

“All right, Danni. The scrubbers are back on and you can have your seat back,” Karianna

said a moment or two later. “Now, do you want to argue some more or shall we decided

on a course of action?”

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Soul-bound lovers

 

Onward!

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I put The End at the bottom of Ben of Blackstone’s Forge two days ago and have turned my thoughts toward another book while Ben sits for a little bit. After a week or two, I’ll go back and start the first edit on it.

What is the new story? An English Wolf on Gambler’s Folly! This one to follow The Russian and Old Flame.

Paul Greyling hails from the London office, investigating a smuggling ring selling counterfeit Scotch. Before meeting with Dam and Kari, he sees a woman at the office he would like to ask out, but isn’t even sure of her name.

Sohpia. A lovely name. And Dam planned to invite them both to dinner, so they could meet.

But the next day, she is assigned to the smuggling case with Paul and Nagi. And it doesn’t go particularly well. She’s a feminist from New York and despises all the little courtesies gentlemen usually extend to women.

Dinner has the potential for disaster. What will happen between these two?

Right now, I have no idea, but I’ll bet they eventually get together.

Don’t you?

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Author Interview

Do you like author interviews? If you do, go check out the interview I gave Fiona McVie. Discover where I get my ideas, what are my favorite colors and foods. All the trivia you want to know.

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via Here is my interview with Mellie Miller

Forgotten Story Idea

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Have you ever had an idea in the middle of the night, written it down, and placed it in your ideas folder? And then forgotten all about it?

Yeah. One of those ideas.

While sorting through files yesterday, I came across a folder with book ideas in it, but it wasn’t in the place it should have been. Opening the file, I recognized the other ideas, but I couldn’t remember the last one.

Turns out it was another story line for the Speranza Series. Idea title–An English Werewolf on Gambler’s Folly.

Like I didn’t have enough on my plate from Gambler’s already…

Watch for The Russian later this year. It will be Book 3 from Gambler’s Folly, in the Speranza Series.

Next up after that will be a book in the Esperance Series–Talents–the continuing story of Viviane and introducing the new heir of Belfort. Connell is a ten year old little boy who must now train to become ruler of his clan. And he’s not happy…

Looking for something to read? Fantasy romance, paranormal romance, or a touch of magic?

Amazon

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Audible

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