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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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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?

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MOF Woman Rules his heart

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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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Soul-bound lovers

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At least I hope it is. I’ve had it with the heat this year. And autumn is my favorite season.

What’s yours?

So, what do I have going on this autumn? A new book! This one is set in an alternate timeline in the American northwest, out on what we would call the Oregon coast. Not part of a series, Master of the Fleet is a stand-alone.

As Master of the Fleet,  Richard was one of the wealthiest men on the Cote and a powerful shaper of wind and water. And he’d finally met the woman he wanted to make his wife. While she hadn’t refused his proposal, she hadn’t yet accepted either. Their trip back to her home kingdom for the harvest festival should have been the perfect time to repeat his proposal, but somehow it all went wrong. Now he’s married to a woman who will never love him and who can’t enjoy being his lover. Doubly bound by marriage vows and a blood oath, he doubts there will be a happily-ever-after.

How had he not seen what was going on? And what was he going to do?

Anne-Marie had never intended to marry. You set them up, took them for what they had, and left in a pool of tears, claiming a family tragedy. But then she met Richard and played the game a little too long. How could she escape this prison called marriage?

Watch for Master of the Fleet, which should come out the first week in December!

In the meantime, check out my two series–Esperance and Speranza!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I know a lot of people only read on Kindle these days, and that’s cool.  And it’s why I always make my books available digitally as well as in print.

Dante’s Angel is available on Kindle today! So if you’ve been waiting, now’s the time! The sequel to Gambler’s Folly is here.

Here’s the blurb!

Dante wouldn’t have missed his boss’s wedding for the world, but he’s never been off his home planet, Gambler’s Folly. And attending the wedding only accentuates his very single status. He gets tongue-tied asking a woman out for dinner. What must it be like to meet your soul mate?

But Dante’s troubles haven’t even begun until he meets Damiano’s cousin, Angela. A bit on the wild side, and with quite the attitude, their initial meeting leaves them both irritated. But their second meeting in the olive grove leaves them breathless, as they try to figure out how to break the news to the family that they are soul mates.

Dante’s Angel

Get your copy today.

And don’t forget—

     —to Share the Romance…

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Don't go hunting

 

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The rain has finally stopped after several days. Maybe the chickens and the garden can dry out. Nothing looks more pathetic than a chicken which is sopping wet and too stupid to go back in the hen house.

But I have had a little more time to work on my WIP–The Russian. And work is coming along on the cover art for Dante’s Angel. I hate trying to come up with images for my books. No matter what the characters look like, there is seldom anything which truly represents the people I see in my head.

I’ve decided to name the series Speranza, which is the city on Gambler’s Folly where most of the stories begin. I was originally going to name the series Gambler’s Folly, but with the first book having the same name, I thought it might be confusing.

So Speranza it is!

As soon as I have a cover, I will reveal it here and on Facebook.

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Here’s a snippet from Dante’s Angel

“Have you heard anything about Angela?”

“A little. She is a cousin of Damiano’s, on his mother’s side. She is twenty-four and has trained as a healer for our kind.”

“Her family are shifters?” Dante asked.

“Yes, cats like us. And she’s training with Damiano’s mother, so she must be very good. The Signora only works with the most promising.”

“I guess I should stop hoping then,” Dante said, sadly.

“Why?”

“Nobody with her background would be interested in me, would they?”

“You should begin to believe in yourself,” Paulo told him. “Why would anyone else believe in you if you don’t? If you’re interested, let her know. You should see her fairly often. I think she’s helping with the wedding.”

“Maybe. I’ll think about it.”

“Now that you’ve learned to stand up straight, maybe you will stop putting yourself down at every turn. You work for the agency, in a specialized division. You don’t sweep floors in a warehouse.”

Dante opened his mouth to object, but Paulo gave him a look which said he should think over what he’d just heard before he disagreed. Instead, he nodded, thanked the man for his advice, and walked back over the rest of the party. Maybe Paulo was right. Perhaps he should take another look at his circumstances before he sold himself short.

Ciao! A domani…

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