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My current WIP in the Speranza Series from Gambler’s Folly!

Incapable of being a lady

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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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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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What sale, you ask? The one over at Smashwords!

All my books on Smashword are 50% off during this last week in July. So through July 31, you can buy any of my books at half the cover price!

In the meantime, I’ve been working on Ben of Blackstone’s Forge. This will be Book 4 from Esperance. The story of Ben Blackstone, the blacksmith’s son and Deborah Wills, the farmer’s daughter, looking for happiness on their magical highland world.

But for now, go over to Smashwords and save!

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Speranza the Series

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Mel and Gambler's FollyHe’s over 500 years old and has been a lone wolf since his soul mate died 200 years ago. He’s on Gambler’s Folly for business and doesn’t need a mate. But the cute little blond he’s just rescued attracts him like no one has since Ilyena.

Has the universe seen fit to give him a second chance at happiness?

Watch for The Russian later this year. Book 3 from Speranza and Gambler’s Folly!

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While Dante’s Angel is with my editor, I’m working on the next book in the Gambler’s Folly series–The Russian.

Here’s a little taste!

“The tall, lanky man strode through the emigration hall on Gambler’s Folly with an ease and confidence that spoke of danger. At first glance, most people assumed ex-military. At second glance they decided he was syndicate.

The shaved head, neatly groomed stubble, and ice cold eyes did nothing to dispel this impression. Neither did the expensive shirt, with the first three buttons open under an expensive and worn dark leather vest. The black denim jeans hugged him snugly over boots whose cost would have fed a family of four for six months.

Dmitri Ivanovich Volkov, otherwise known as the Russian, encouraged this impression. it had served him well for a long, long time. People left him alone, which suited him fine. he was a loner and preferred the peace that came with the image.”

Now that we’ve met Dmitri, let’s hear a little about the woman who captures his heart, Danni.

“If it hadn’t been for her scent, he would have been fine. The lilacs with honeyed-vanilla and white musk scent wrapped around him softly. Hazel eyes under blonde curls had drawn him in. He’d thought, after all this time, he would have 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.”

If you haven’t read the book which began the series, Gambler’s Folly, hurry over to Amazon for your copy. Available in paperback and eBook.

http://amzn.com/1627405844

For new snippets and new on upcoming releases, stay tuned!

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