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It’s another Friday, the first full week of the New Year. How is everyone today?

My husband had a total knee replacement on New Year’s Eve, so things have been a little strange around here. But he’s doing well, up and around, mostly off his painkillers.

And I have a book to get out to all of you! I’m waiting for the final edits so I can get it formatted and then out to you!

I’ve told you a little about Dmitri, the Russian. But have I told you anything about the woman who steals his heart?

Danielle, Danni to her friends, is a young, petite blond with hazel eyes. She does pretty well working in the accounting department of Gambler’s Folly’s Interpol. But she can’t quite get enough together to find a place big enough so she and her mother can move in together. And expenses keep growing.

Her mother lives in a bad part of town, in the place she and Danni’s father had lived since they’d moved to Gambler’s Folly. But then the syndicate bought everything all around, and now owned the building her apartment was in.

Danni visited her mother every evening after work, and was always nervous walking home. She had to find a way to get her mother out of there.

And then her fears came to visit one night. On her way home, just as the sun was going down, a group of gang member surrounded her on the dark, empty street. In her heart of hearts, she knew she was going to die, until she felt warm, strong hands on her shoulders, and heard a stern voice telling the young men to disperse.

Watch for The Russian at Amazon and at Smashwords!

Wishing you all the very best New Year!

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I don’t know what it’s like where you live, but it is a chilly one here today in America’s Southeast. In the low 40’s with a light rain which has been falling since last night, it is hard to get motivated.

But on an up note, the third book in the Gambler’s Fooy series, The Russian, will be coming out soon! Watch for news of its release.

And my NaNoWriMo project, Whiskey Jug Genie, is coming along nicely. I have the ending in sight. Now if I can just get there… These characters. Always interfering in my plot line.

So after I have a bite to eat and check on the fire, I’ll be here at my desk checking in with Martin and Bubba to see what’s going on in their shop in the suburbs of London.

Is the romance between Martin and Diane going to grow stronger?

Is the wizard who was causing all the trouble going to escape?

Or will he get what’s coming to him?

Well, I think I know the answers to those questions, but I’ll have to see what our fearless trio has in mind.

In the meantime, stay warm, stay happy, and stay safe.

A piu tardi…

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No, no. Nothing like that. The cold war is over, folks.

I’m talking about wolf-shifter Dmitri Ivanovich Volkov, aka The Russian around Interpol’s Special Division.

Over 500 years old, he’s seen a lot, been a lot of places, and learned a lot of things. And one thing he knows–soulmates are once in a lifetime, and he’s already had his chance.

He’d mated with Ilyana a little over 200 years ago, and after 50 years of marriage, she died in his arms, taking his heart with her to the grave. Since then, he has hunted through the universe alone, neither seeking nor accepting any long-term relationships.

But maybe the universe is giving him a second chance, with a little blond she-wolf named Danni, with the most beautiful hazel eyes. And her scent.

Danni’s family was from Earth, but she’d lived on Gambler’s Folly most of her life. After her father died, she’d taken care of her mother, but money was tight. She couldn’t afford another place big enough for both of them, but the rent on her mother’s apartment kept going up.

And now tonight, on her way home from checking on her mother, she’d been surrounded by gang members. Terrified, she was sure she was going to die, until strong, warm hands settled on her shoulders and dispersed the young men.

He insisted on walking her home, but his woodsy, musky scent pulled her mind in another direction.

No, she didn’t have time for a relationship. There was her mother to think of, and needed to put aside enough to get them out of their current situation. But as she turned to say good bye, she simply had to feel his kiss, which was her undoing.

Neither of them want a relationship. Neither of them is seeking a mate. But Mother Nature has other plans for them. Can they open their hearts to the possibility of love?

Watch for The Russian–Gambler’s Folly Book 3–coming out later this month.

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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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