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Yes! The End. As in I’ve just finished the first draft of Scotch and Soulmates, which will be Book 5 from Gambler’s Folly. Now the work begins–the editing process.

And that’s the part that drives me crazy…

Still, it can’t be published until I’ve gone over it as well as I can, and then passed it on to my editor. But I’ll leave it alone for a little while, until it isn’t quite as fresh in my mind. That makes it easier to spot inconsistencies and mistakes.

Something else I find helpful is to upload it do my e-reader. I have one which isn’t a Kindle. Being able to see it as I would read a book makes things stand out better for me, for whatever reason.

So, what’s next?

The Russian, Book 3 from Gambler’s Folly, should be out soon. Watch for the cover reveal!

The next round of editing for The Trouble With Talents, Book 4 from Esperance, will be the next book in that series. This book continues Viviane’s story and brings in the new heir for her home clan, Connell, of Belfort.

Then I need to finish writing the ending scenes for Lady Calloway, a novel by Sultonna Nadine. It is a stand alone, set in an alternate timeline of Victorian England.

Looks like I’ll be busy for a while. This doesn’t even include the other stories I’ve begun and had to set aside to finish these. Or the ideas I’ve written down for more stories I haven’t even started yet.

Check back for details on releases and WIP’s.

And please review the books you read. It really helps authors out a lot.

Thanks to everyone and good night!


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I was going to post a few pictures today, and maybe an excerpt from The Russian, but the net isn’t cooperating.

So watch for it later, when the net has a chance to get over its huff.

Have a wonderful week!

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I know. It has been a while, but we’ve been having internet issues. Hopefully everything is a little better now. I don’t think it’s fixed completely, but we can usually get online.

So, how about an excerpt from The Russian–the next book from Gambler’s Folly?

First, the blurb.

He is Dmitri Ivanovich Volkov, a wolf-shifter often referred to as The Russian. Born over five hundred years ago, he has been a lone wolf since his soulmate died in his arms. Since then he has avoided long-term relationships. But maybe the universe is giving him a second chance at happiness.

Danni works for The Agency in Speranza on Gambler’s Folly. Most of her time is spent working or caring for her mother. She’d been lucky up until now, but tonight she’s accosted by one of the street gangs and is sure she’ll soon be dead.

Until The Russian steps in, saves her life, and captures her soul.

 

And now an excerpt:

“Oh, Mishka! What a day.” Kari handed her a tissue to mop up the tears trickling down her face.

“Indeed. Let’s go have lunch with these monkeys, before we head off for our honeymoon. It’ll give you a chance to share the day with your mother. It’s good to see her this happy.”

And it was. She couldn’t remember the last time her mother had smiled, genuinely smiled. For her, it was like the sun had finally broken from behind the clouds to light her day. Sliding into the car, with Dmitri right behind her, Damiano drove them to their favorite restaurant for a celebration.

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When they reached the restaurant, Dmitri pulled Dam aside and asked, “Seriously, Dam, did you invite the office to the wedding?”

“No, Dima. I swear. I had no idea, but it is a wonderful gesture. Don’t you think? I thought we’d come here with the two of you, Nagi, and Mrs. Peters for a private celebration.”

“Monkeys? Did I hear you say monkeys?” Dmitri heard behind him.

“That is correct.”

“There isn’t a monkey in the place. Leopards, wolves, bears, even a couple of cute little foxes, Dmitri Ivanovich. But no monkeys,” their boss, the chief told him.

“Perhaps not, but in their human forms they can certainly act like a bunch of monkeys.”

“You should try it from behind my desk,” the gigantic bear-shifter muttered. “Let’s get this party started. I’m sure there are several of us who could use a drink.”

Watch for The Russian later this spring.

In the meantime, check out the other two books in the series.

Gambler’s Folly

Dante’s Angel

Ciao!

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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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Dmitri Ivanovich Volkov.

He is known as The Russian.

He is a werewolf.

During his lifetime of over 500 years, he has served in the military of many countries, and  worked as a mercenary. He currently works for Interpol’s special division, alongside Damiano, Dante, and the rest of the gang.

But after losing his soul-mate two hundred years ago, he has avoided any serious relationships. Until now.

How could this tiny blond with hazel eyes turn his world upside down?

Watch for The Russian, coming soon from Speranza and Gambler’s Folly!

The next morning he met Dam, Marco, Paulo, and several of the others at the Interpol offices.

Damiano had been “picked up for questioning” earlier in the morning, to keep his cover intact.

As they waited in the break room for the chief to call them back, Dmitri told the others about

meeting his mystery woman the night before.

“I swear to you, I can’t get her scent out of my mind,” he stated as the others laughed in

amusement.

“I had to send my clothes to the cleaners last night.”

“Ah, well,” Marco said. “At least it will be a trip to remember.”

“Definitely,” Dmitri agreed. Sniffing the air, his eyes narrowed as he caught an all too familiar

scent.

“Lilacs and vanilla. She is here. My Danni is here.”

Spinning around, he charged out of the break room toward the accounting department.

Coming through the door, with an armload of files, was Danielle Peters, one of their accountants.

“Danni!” they all heard.

With a quick snap, her head turned toward the crazy Russian, and file folders cascaded to the

floor as she rushed to meet him.

“Dmitri! Why are you here?” she asked, with her arms tightly around him.

“Why are you here? I work for the agency.”

“So do I–in accounts.”

The next thing he knew, he was drawn into a kiss more passionate than the one the night before.

“Dima,” he heard. Intoxicated by the scent and taste of this sweet little female, he turned to stare

into Damiano’s eyes. “I see you’ve met our Danni.”

With a growl, Dmitri answered, “She is not your Danni. She is mine.”

“I am not a threat, my friend. I’m already mated. What I mean is, she is the Danni who works here

in the office with us.”

“I had no idea,” Dmitri answered.

Danni clung to him as if her life depended on it. Looking down into hazel-green eyes, he once again traced her face with his finger before his thumb

caressed her bottom lip. Once more, he leaned down to kiss those pouting lips

and taste the sweetness that was Danni.

“Dmitri Ivanovich! Leave the staff alone and get your shaggy wolf ass in here!”

The chief was irritated.

The growl caught everyone by surprise and shocked the entire office into silence. It was the

sound of an irritated dire-wolf.

“I have arrangements to make. I’ll be there when I’ve finished.”

“Dima! What the hell has gotten into you?” the chief asked.

The growl was louder this time and more menacing. Turning back toward Danni, Dmitri said,

“We need to talk later. But right now, I have an old bear to deal with. I’ll come for you after work.”

Holding her closely, he kissed her again, reveling in the passion she returned. Retreating gently,

he looked into her haunted eyes.

“Mishka,” she said, about a second before she fainted.

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