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Saturday, April 28, 2018

#WeWriWa - THE CHAMELEON: #Authors4ALSA

For Weekend Writing Warriors, I'm switching from my WIP to my science fiction romance, THE CHAMELEON. During the month of May, a group of science fiction romance and paranormal romance authors (myself included) are banding together to raise awareness of ALS (Lou Gehrig's disease). We're donating 25% of the profits during the month of May from our "blue cover" books to the ALS Association.



Here's the link to our group: http://www.leakirk.com/supporting-als.html

When Lea Kirk approached me about this project, Stephen Hawking had just passed away. What a perfect way, I thought, to honor him and all that he accomplished while having ALS.

I chose my book The Chameleon because of its lovely blue cover (designed by Florence Price of The Novel Difference). Even though it is the second book in my Outer Rim series (strong women on the frontier of space), it is a stand alone book. 

Here's my snippet for Weekend Writing Warriors:

“Accounting—this is Leeva,” Jileena Winslott answered the comm with the nasal tone of her alter ego, “How may I—”
“Your father wants to see you, immediately. He’s in his office there—I told him you were playing shintung.” Without waiting for her response, her bodyguard, Maxil, severed the connection.
As Jileena raced out of the office, she thanked the Divine One her boss had left early. Before seeing her father, she had to get to the private sanitary facility on the first floor of Winslott Industries where she’d hidden different changes of clothing for any occasion. If her father thought she was playing shintung, what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Of course, he’d never believe—or approve of—her working in his company.
When the elevator opened, a large man stood squarely in the middle of the spacious lift. Pilad Sindaro, his arms folded behind his back. With barely a glance, he dismissed her—the frump who worked in accounting.



Legally Blond meets Mata Hari

Socialite Jileena Winslott has perfected the image of the spoiled, rich, bubble-headed daughter of an industrial magnate. In reality, she’s a smart, savvy aide to her father in social situations where she is his eyes and ears. She yearns to be her true self and run the family business. When her father sends her on a covert mission to the Outer Rim, she has the chance to prove herself. Big problem. He insists she take along a fake fiancĂ©—the man she’s secretly loved for years.

Security Officer Laning Servary has better things to do than babysit a spoiled rich girl on a tour of the Frontier. If he refuses, he can kiss his career good-by. Then Jileena’s father sweetens the pot. If Laning keeps her safe, his family will receive the land they share-crop. He can’t refuse.

In the close quarters of her ship, Laning and Jileena discover they aren’t who they seem. Pirates, weather, and her recklessness threaten to derail the mission. As Laning and Jileena revise their impressions of each other, they’ll have to make hard choices about their goals. Can their budding love survive?


Here's my landing page for the ALSA campaign:


This post is part of Weekend Writing Warriors. Be sure to check out the other WeWriWa authors. 


Monday, April 23, 2018

Playing Catch Up


Once again, I apologize for being absent on Mondays. I started this blog back in 2011 and rarely missed a Monday. This year has been different. Between the weather (the winter that never left), my mood (winter blahs that bordered on depression), and my health (pneumonia), this blog suffered. I kept up with my commitments on Paranormal Romantics, The Roses of Prose, and Pandora’s Box Gazette, though. Isn’t that typical? We don’t want to let others down, so we push ourselves to complete projects, yet we ignore commitments to ourselves.

On the writing front: I’m still working on Numbers Never Lie, my romantic suspense. Every weekend, I share a 10-sentence snippet with Weekend Writing Warriors. I’ve loved the comments. So encouraging. I just have about 10,000 words to go. But, it’s the same 10k that’s been staring me in the face all month. I need a kick in the pants to finish. I’m sure Hubs will be happy to oblige. 😊



Spring finally came yesterday. The sun is shining. The temp is in the 60s, approaching 70. The spring flowers—daffodils and tulips—are poking their tips out of the ground. It’s amazing how the weather affects mood. I feel more energy, excited to get moving.

My health is a topic I’d prefer not to talk about—even though I’ve used the bout with pneumonia as fodder for other blogs. I went to the doctor’s last week for a follow up visit and to discuss recent blood work. Lack of energy and short of breath upon the slightest exertion worried me. Last spring, I had congestive heart failure, so I worried about that returning. The blood work confirmed what I’ve been expecting. Diabetes. At this point, the doctor said it hasn’t damaged my body. He attributes all my symptoms (chronic back pain, shortness of breath, and diabetes) to being overweight. At every visit, he’s told me to exercise more. How do you exercise when your back is killing you? He asked what weight loss programs I’ve tried in the past that worked. Weight Watchers. Then he “ordered” me to join. Losing twenty pounds, he said, would make a difference. (Never mind I have several 20 pounds to lose.) So, I joined online and will attend my first in-person meeting tomorrow. By announcing this, I’m putting myself on notice. I can’t backslide or give up, not when other people know about it.


On a happier note: Saturday, I had a rare treat. I took my oldest grandchild to lunch. Just she and I—no sibling, no parents, no granddad. She’s ten (closing in on eleven) and very mature. In so many ways, she reminds me of her mother. For years, people have said she looks like her mom. While I agree, I see more of our daughter’s personality in her. Serious, studious, a hard worker, a reader, a leader. Yet, she has her own personality, too. She’s bubbly and fun-loving. She’s a dancer (ballet), a Girl Scout, plays violin, and is active in church. Yesterday, she was an acolyte at the early service and read Scripture at the second. Best of all, she’s a great conversationalist. From the time I picked her up, through lunch, and almost all the way back to her house, she carried on a conversation with me. No one-word answers to my questions. We talked about school, her summer plans, what she’s reading (always a good topic LOL) and the previous night’s sleepover at a girlfriend’s. It’s probably obvious I am very proud of her. And proud of her parents for raising such a good kid. This was so much fun for me, I plan to do it often with her and the other grandkids. The ones who can talk. I think it will be a while before the twins are ready for lunch with grandma.

Have a great week. I promise to do better with this blog.



Saturday, April 21, 2018

#WeWriWa - NUMBERS NEVER LIE - Father-Daughter Bonding?


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors where authors share an 8 - 10 sentence snippet. Be sure to visit the other authors. You can find them here

My snippet is from my WIP, a romantic suspense titled NUMBERS NEVER LIE. Drew Campbell is helping to chaperone an overnight camping trip with his daughter, Ellen, and 7 other girls. The group is led by Maggie Sinclair, Drew's best friend's sister. We're still in Drew's POV.

(Please ignore the rogue commas that keep the snippet within the guidelines.)

“Girls, break time is over,” the Drill Sergeant was back—hup, two, three, four.
Groans from the girls met her announcement, and Drew knew exactly how they felt.
His legs ached, a blister—no, make that two blisters—had already formed on both sides of his heels. Worse, he needed to take a leak, he never should have stopped at 7-11 for a Big Gulp of coffee no matter how much caffeine he required to start his engine this morning. He should have listened when Ellen warned him it wasn’t a good idea.
Jack would be laughing his head off if he knew Drew was actually hiking and camping. Both Jack and Maggie had inherited their parents’ enthusiasm for camping, Drew shuddered. After that disastrous Cub Scout campout, Drew vowed never again to venture into the wild.
Still, when Ellen begged him, he thought a little hike through a forest would be the perfect opportunity for some father-daughter bonding. This trip was not turning out the way he anticipated.

This is the tentative blurb (suggestions welcome)

A shocking secret brings danger to Jack Sinclair and his sister Maggie. 

As kids, they were the fearless threesome. As adults, Jack's an accountant; Drew, a lawyer; Maggie, a teacher and camping troop leader. Returning from a weekend camping trip, Maggie receives horrifying news. She refuses to believe her brother’s fatal car crash was an accident. If the police won’t investigate, she’ll do it herself. Convincing Drew Campbell to help is her only recourse.

Drew Campbell was too busy to return his best friend’s phone call. Too busy to attend a camping meeting important to his teen daughter. Too busy to stay in touch with Jack. Logic and reason indicate Jack’s accident was just that--an accident caused by fatigue and fog. Prodded by guilt, he’ll help Maggie even if he thinks she’s wrong.

A break-in at Jack’s condo convinces Maggie she’s right. Then her home is searched. What did Jack leave behind?





Saturday, April 14, 2018

#WeWriWa - NUMBERS NEVER LIE: Powers of Observation


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors where authors share an 8 - 10 sentence snippet. Be sure to visit the other authors. You can find them here

Sorry to have missed the past couple of weeks. No energy thanks to pneumonia. Now I'm back with a snippet from my WIP, a romantic suspense titled NUMBERS NEVER LIE. To catch up, Drew Campbell is helping to chaperone an overnight camping trip with his daughter, Ellen, and 7 other girls. The group is led by Maggie Sinclair, Drew's best friend's sister. Ellen is angry at Drew, claiming he never listens to her.


“Ellen? Mad at me?” He affected mock surprise, “Your powers of observation are amazing—are you ever wrong?”
Maggie cupped her elbow in her hand and tapped a finger against her jaw, “Let me see now, I was wrong once, fourteen years ago, when I married Roger-Dodger. Have I been wrong since?” She continued the damn tapping then snapped her fingers. “I’ve got it—I was wrong to let Ellen’s city-soft lawyer daddy help chaperone this trip.”
Drew gave her the smile that prosecutors knew better than to believe, “And here I thought it was because nobody else would.”

 This is the tentative blurb:


A shocking secret brings danger to Jack Sinclair and his sister Maggie. 

As kids, they were the fearless threesome. As adults, Jack's an accountant; Drew, a lawyer; Maggie, a teacher and camping troop leader. Returning from a weekend camping trip, Maggie receives horrifying news. She refuses to believe her brother’s fatal car crash was an accident. If the police won’t investigate, she’ll do it herself. Convincing Drew Campbell to help is her only recourse.

Drew Campbell was too busy to return his best friend’s phone call. Too busy to attend a camping meeting important to his teen daughter. Too busy to stay in touch with Jack. Logic and reason indicate Jack’s accident was just that--an accident caused by fatigue and fog. Prodded by guilt, he’ll help Maggie even if he thinks she’s wrong.

A break-in at Jack’s condo convinces Maggie she’s right. Then her home is searched. What did Jack leave behind?




Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Welcome Lynn Crain & Her #NewRelease


Hi everyone!

First, thanks to Diane for allowing me to be on her blog today. I’m here to talk about my story Avenging Aingeal in the wonderful anthology Mystic Realms. It’s release day for me and a great time to reflect upon the origins of this story.

I’ve always been intrigued about elementals. You know those people who seem to be able to control the powers of air, water, earth and fire. Most of us are familiar with them through the X-Men series but there they are considered mutants and not necessarily a human’s friend.

In my stories, yes there will be more to come, they are the world’s only hope from…well…if I told you that then you’d know the whole story. There is a twist to my tales but it’s not the normal one seen in urban fantasy books though everyone who has been saved by a Protector swears they are angels.

And in a way they are. But let’s be honest, there isn’t enough of them to go around and we’ll see that more and more as the series goes on. Now back to the elementals themselves.

I decided early on I didn’t want a normal elemental so I gave each of them a gift besides their normal powers. Each of them have the power of electricity. Now some people would say that should go to the air elemental but in all honesty, the ability to make electricity lies in every aspect of being an elemental. It’s generated in the air in storms, it travels through water and earth and fire, all whom can carry the added punch of electricity. What better way to defend yourself than to make electric orbs as necessary?

Now, I’d always known what elementals were or what I considered them. I knew they were of nature but were magical as well. They personify a specific force of nature and controls all the natural power derived from that element.

What I didn’t know were a few things such as the belief in their existence was almost universal in the realms of ancient religions such as paganism. I also didn’t realize that they abide in every natural substance known to man such as trees, rivers, plants, bogs, mountains, minerals, air, clouds and on and on.

I certainly didn’t know they are considered a lower type of nature spirit who maintain the natural harmony of the planet. They are ruled by archangels and are comprised of gnomes, sylphs, undines, salamanders, elves, water babies, brownies…well…you get the idea. Almost everything we as authors use in writing fantasy of any kind are considered a type of elemental. And that was definitely a new concept to me.

Now, I’ve read tons of fantasy books and am a die-hard Tolkien fan but until I studied the elementals, I never knew they were nearly every character I loved from those stories. Of course, being a writer, I do twist everything I know or learn into the weaving of my own tales. That’s what we’re supposed to do but to read and understand the history, it gives writers that extra edge to tell our stories better.
I hope you enjoyed this little foray into the background of my story. Now here are the particulars to the anthology, Mystic Realms, and my tale, Avenging Aingeal.




Blurb:
What goes bump in the night? What causes you a fright? While the answers for each may vary, I promise that these stories will not leave you wary.

From vampires and demons to shifters and creatures that you’d never suspect, this set will leave you breathless in the best possible ways.

So, don’t be afraid. Come, step inside our realm. Allow the mysticism of romance in many shapes and forms fall over you like a veil of sweet, soothing, spine tingling comfort.

We promise…you won’t be sorry.


Bound by vengeance, she is humanity’s one hope…

Blurb:
Aingeal Cochran is on a mission to save humanity from itself when suddenly she’s staring head-on at her forgotten past. Lukas Everhard must bring her up to speed regarding the real enemy before allowing himself to love her completely. In learning about her past and mission, Aingeal realizes the best is yet to be and she will do anything to protect those she loves. For Lukas, Aingeal is the mission.

Buy Links:
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Where Author Is:

We have some great giveaways going on and hope you’d check them all out. You can find out all about them at my blog.

Thanks and I hope to see you all around in my world.

Lynn Crain

BIO:

Award-winning author Lynn Crain writes full-time, weaving contemporary, fantasy, futuristic and paranormal tales, tame to erotic. Her home is in the desert southwest with her husband of 32 years. Readers can find her at lynncrain@cox.net or her website at http://www.lynncrain.com.


Title of My Book:  Avenging Aingeal

Series Title: Protectors of the Earth
Book Number:  1
Date Published: (Published in the Mystic Realms anthology)
Dedication:
To my husband, Gordon, for all the years, thick and thin, and never allowing me to give up on my dream

To my boys, Tom and Kyle, you make my world brighter. To my daughter-in-laws, Kim and Bianca, you are so much! And to the grandsons, Joseph and Michael, no, you may be too young to read this now…but someday you will…you will forever keep me young.

Word Count: 20,802
Page Count: 28 (Times Roman 12pt font)
Theme: The importance of family through self-discovery.

Long Logline: A young woman with elemental powers must learn who she is before she can help save the Earth.

Short Logline: Bound by vengeance, she is humanity’s one hope…

Blurb/Premise:
Aingeal Cochran is on a mission to save humanity from itself when suddenly she’s staring head-on at her forgotten past. Lukas Everhard must bring her up to speed regarding the real enemy before allowing himself to love her completely. In learning about her past and mission, Aingeal realizes the best is yet to be and she will do anything to protect those she loves. For Lukas, Aingeal is the mission.

Excerpt:
Arching an eyebrow, I stared at him. No one in this facility could begin to hold a candle to me and I knew it. Worse, they knew it. “Whatever gave you the idea any one could kick my butt? Cause I know you can’t.” I sat there and listened to his buddies all crack up as Jonathan’s ears turned red. Now this was something I could really get into.
“Ever heard of Lukas Everhard?” The flash of puppy-like adoration almost made me lose it right then.
“You’re joking right? Everhard?” I couldn’t contain myself any longer and laughed so hard tears flowed from my eyes.  That would be the day.
“You’re just a bitch who won’t know what hit her.” His face took on a hard edge and if I hadn’t been so bored, I might have backed away.
“And you’re just an ass who will.” The orb bobbed in my hand as I stood, dangerously close to being thrown when something huge grabbed my wrist.
“You know the rules here. No fighting in the mess hall.”  The object didn’t remove itself from my body.
I whirled furious, jerking my arm away, energy in both hands now and was stopped short by the man who stood before me. I was not a small woman, yet this man dwarfed me.  Slowly, my gaze moved from his chest to his wide shoulders to his face and stopped there. Ice blue eyes stared at me without one bit of emotion attached to the look. He’s one cold cookie. I blinked rapidly almost as if I had been hit in the gut. This man was not going to take my crap in any way, shape or form. While I might be able to fool Darien somewhat as I had learned since I had arrived, I would never be able to fool this one.
Then there was the fact I felt more aware of him sexually than I had been with anyone else. Ever. There was a charisma about him which made me want to throw myself into his arms and beg to be taken.  And it was more than his physical appearance because if truth be told, this man looked good…the best I had ever seen…again a rarity for me to note. It was as if he were palpable under my hands even though we weren’t touching. My crotch tightened once more and I shook my head to clear my errant thoughts.
“Told you.” A snide voice commented somewhere off to my left.
I turned to look at my accuser, electricity leaping to my hand yet again. Some days I couldn’t control it at all. This could be a problem.
Stepping in front of me, the big man’s forefinger jabbed my chest in a hard push. “You. Me. In the sparring room immediately.”
I watched as he walked out the door, all predatory-like and with more purpose than I had seen anyone in this place have since my arrival. I eyed everyone else and realized it wouldn’t matter what I said, they were going to see if their man could best me. Sighing, I also knew I had brought this on myself. Vowing to make his fall gentle, I shook my head and followed him down the main corridor, wondering if I should even bother to introduce myself. I ran up to walk next to him and before I could even start, I was cut off by his raised hand. 
“Don’t bother. I know who you are.” He kept his eyes straight forward.
Frowning, I watched him for a minute. “Yeah, but I don’t know who you are, now do I?”
He stopped in front of the sparring room door. “And that should make a difference how?” Shoving it open, he waved a hand. “Ladies first.”
“As if I’d fall for that one,” I muttered more to myself than anyone.
Scowling at me, he shook his head. “Look one of us has to go in first. The door isn’t big enough for us to go side by side.”
“Fine,” I said through clenched teeth. This would end bad, I could feel it in my bones.

NOTES: This book has adult situations and is meant to be read by those over 18.


ASIN: B078X57PN4

ISBN(s): (Sometimes if you have a print and ebook, you will have more than one ISBN.)





Anthology Title:  Mystic Realms
Date Published: April 10, 2018
Page Count: 1151

Blurb/Premise:
What goes bump in the night? What causes you a fright? While the answers for each may vary, I promise that these stories will not leave you wary.

From vampires and demons to shifters and creatures that you’d never suspect, this set will leave you breathless in the best possible ways.

So, don’t be afraid. Come, step inside our realm. Allow the mysticism of romance in many shapes and forms fall over you like a veil of sweet, soothing, spine tingling comfort.

We promise…you won’t be sorry.

Authors/Loglines:
Secrets of the Hollows (Book 2) - Nicole Morgan
What’s a girl to do once she falls in love with a demon?

Fallen - Tamsin Baker
Gabriel thought he’d do anything to earn his way back into Heaven. He was wrong.

Cursed - Tracy Goodwin
Forbidden love. Dangerous prophecies. Limitless power. Fate is a witch.

Avenging Aingeal (Protectors of the Earth 1) - Lynn Crain
Bound by vengeance, she is humanity’s one hope…

Her Fate, His Mate (Wolves of Windsor Woods) - Krista Ames
Can she accept all he is and all he stands for?

Sleeping in the Dragon’s Den - Lexi Thorne
His Hungry Dragon My Curious Desire; His Tattoo Curse My Wet Dreams

Dark Side of the Moon - Laura Baumbach
Vampire rentboy vs. the world.

Angel Vindicated - Viola Estrella
Some sins are hard to avoid...

A Wolf’s Touch - Christine Donovan
Can she love him--wolf and all?

Dr. Magic (Vampire Island, Book 1) - Jo Grafford
One more dance with the devil...

Dark Heat - Jan Springer
Betrayed by her two forced mates, she hides within Vampira.

Torkel - Mardi Maxwell
Love unites them in the mists of time.

Silent Storm - Sadie Carter
Sometimes the monster is the good guy...

Tangled Sin - Georgia Lyn Hunter
She was the light in his eternal darkness...

Seduction’s Scent - C.I. Black
Giving in to temptation threatens everything.

Ghost Mate - D. Anne Paris
She was going to kill him even though he was already dead.

Living on the Edge (Clan Book 1) - Laverne Thompson
Mate wanted. Dead or alive.

The Warrior’s Curse - M. Elliott & T. Eden
What comes next may be the end of it all.

Three Days From Hell - Dariel Raye
Can a permanent resident of Third Hell be trusted?

Just Tell Me What You Want - Tina Donahue
Her wishes will leave him breathless…


Thursday, April 5, 2018

MY SECRET MATE by Melissa Keir


My friend Melissa Keir visits today. She's here to tell us about her newest release.

Thank you for visiting with me today. At the urging of a friend, I wrote my first paranormal romance, titled My Secret Mate. The story is about a dragon who protects a special healing water. Once the idea of the healing water came to me, I knew I had the perfect place.

Growing up, I lived across the street from an abandoned sandstone quarry. The Cleveland Quarries settled in South Amherst in 1847 where they began mining for sandstone to be used in various structures, such as Michigan’s Capitol Building, as well as local mills. The sandstone has been in the ground since the Lower Carboniferous Period when the continents were formed. My family worked for the company for most of their lives, providing me with a historical connection.

When a pit was played out, it returned to its natural state with trees, boulders and ponds. I played among the rocks, but was too frightened to swim in the pits. As they mined the stone, great holes formed which filled with water. They became some favorite swimming holes due to their cool temperatures. Some of the quarries are over 200 feet deep in places. However, rumors were told about some of the pits—lurking monsters, unlikely deaths— so healing water didn’t seem so far a stretch.



I invite your readers to visit my make-believe town and see what happens when a shifter finally finds his one true love.
EXCERPT:
“Come on, Macy. You want this. I know you’ve been dreaming of me.”

Gone was the handsome boy she’d dreamed of a future with. His face was twisted with power and anger, which chilled her. Would she be able to get away? Or would he end up taking from her what she’d never intended to give? Squeezing her eyes shut, she said a silent prayer and hoped for a miracle.

A deep growling sound at the edge of the boulder sent Mike scrambling. “What’s that?” He pointed at a menacing large black dog, only a foot away. With sharp teeth glistening and drool sliding down its muzzle, it appeared wild and crazed.

Deliberately, the animal approached the boulder. Growls turning into snapping teeth. Mike grabbed a stick and swung it at the canine.

Finally able to move, Macy wrapped her towel tight around her. She was relieved to see the black dog that had saved her that first night, lost in the woods. Moonlight had become her constant companion through the years. They’d played among these trails and pools and became close friends.

He had saved her once again.

Using the stick to keep the beast away, Mike reached down and grabbed his shoes, socks, and shirt. The canine lunged at him, and its teeth caught hold of a piece of the shirt. Mike pulled on the fabric, trying to get it free. Unable to get it to release, he tossed the stick and hit it on the back. Yet, the beast continued toward him.

Mike looked quickly toward the trail then focused his gaze on the approaching threat. “We’re through, Macy. You asked me up here and then played the virgin. Now your dog is trying to attack me.” He started off on the trail. “Don’t bother walking me to my car. I don’t want to ever see you again.”

“Just go,” she whispered as tears slid down her cheeks. Numb from the events, even wrapped up in the towel, she began to shake. With a whine, Moonlight curled up next to her and laid his head in her lap. She reached down and buried her fingers in his fur as she sat and wept.

When she finally stopped shaking, she brushed the tear tracks off her face and tugged her swimsuit and cover-up back into place. “Thank you, Moonlight, for saving me once again. You’ve been my closest friend these many years. Too bad you can’t be my boyfriend.”
The dog’s sandpaper tongue slid over her cheek. Her mother would ask questions about Mike. Unwilling to explain what happened, she wanted to forget about the whole event. Her face flamed when she thought about Monday morning and school. How will I face Mike and his buddies? What horrors will I endure? Tears filled her eyes once again. “If only you could come with me. Mike would never dare talk about this. He’d be too scared.”

Squeezing the bridge of her nose, she took a deep breath and slowly let it out. I can’t hide here forever. She pulled the small cooler over and unwrapped one of the sandwiches she’d made. “Here.” Macy handed it to her four-legged companion. “For saving me.”
Unable to consider eating, Macy unwrapped the second sandwich and placed it in front of Moonlight. In companionable silence, she watched her one true friend eat.

My Secret Mate is available in the Daydreams and Night Desires box set.

Daydreams and Night Desires...drift into six tales of magic, mayhem, and love.
My Secret Mate by Melissa Keir
Fall for a Shifter Who Has Waited a Lifetime for his Mate….
As Sean shares his secret with Macy, can she learn to love a man who is something more, or will she give up on her own magical happy ending?

Wishing For It All by R.M. Duffy
What would you do if you were granted three wishes? After discovering a magical lamp and the beautiful genie Keara, Drew Preston thought he knew exactly what he wanted to make his life complete: the dream job, the dream woman, and the whole happily-ever-after life. But what if he made the wrong wishes? What if instead of the wishes, all he wanted was the genie?

Night Whispers by Mia Bishop
Rissa had life all figured out until the accident, but her world is turned upside down when she finds herself being hunted by a dragon in a magical land. With Griffe, her rescuer and guide by her side she finally feels safe and complete, but can she continue to trust him when she realizes he's hiding something from her?

An Evening in Crossroads by Kate Richards
Shifters have never been this vampire's cup of blood, but Mane Wolf shifter Roberto may change that in a club called Crossroads.

To Capture a Dragon by Lisa Kumar
When Lord Eacion, leader of the dragon fae, visits Anni Brownston’s village, he takes over her life for a day—and one glorious night. But when the next morning dawns, will Eacion’s rash actions and her own fears about her lame leg kill any future between them and consign her to a fate they will both abhor?

Chasing Unicorns by D. Lin Scott
As a female fairy, Fiona craves a mate but knows there is none left after the Great War wiped out all fae. Human Bryce Hollinsworth will do anything to save his grandfather, even if it means trusting another species. Can Fiona and Bryce overcome mutual distrust and fear to fall in love?

~~This set features strong language and sexual situations between males/females, males/males, vampires, fae, and shifters guaranteed to steam up your e-reader and make you believe in a happily ever after~~

Only $0.99 cents or free with Kindle Unlimited

About the Author

Melissa Keir has always wanted to be an author when she wasn’t hoping for a career as a racecar driver. Her love of books was instilled by her mother and grandparents who were avid readers. She’d often sneak books away from them so that she could fantasize about those strong alpha males and plucky heroines.

Melissa doesn’t believe in down time. She’s always keeping busy. Melissa is a wife and mother, an elementary school teacher, a movie reviewer with WHMI (a local radio station), owner of a publishing company as well as an author. Her home blends two families and is a lot like the Brady Bunch, without Alice- a large grocery bill, tons of dirty dishes and a mound of laundry. She loves to write stories that feature happy endings and is often seen plotting her next story.

She’d love to hear from you!


Other Books by Melissa Keir
Wilder Sisters Series:
Forever Love
Beach Desires
A Christmas Accident
Coming Home
Home is Where the Heart Is (combine print of Wilder Sisters’ Books)
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The Cowboys of Whisper, Colorado
The Heartsong Cowboy
The Heartbroken Cowboy
Claiming the Cowboy’s Heart
A Pigskin Cowboy
Broken Dreams
Broken Vows
Redeeming Dreams
Bidding for the Cowboy’s Heart
**
Charming Chances:
Charming Chances (print of combined ebooks)
Second Time’s a Charm
Three’s a Crowd
**
Pigg Detective Agency:
Protecting His Wolfe
Protecting Her Pigg
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Magical Matchmaker
Chalkboard Romance
One Night in Laguna
One Night Behind Bars
**
Crash and Burn
Redeeming Love
The House that Built Me
Wildly Drawn to Him
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Love, Bake, Write (recipe book)
The Way to the Heart (recipe book)
We’d Rather Be Writing (recipe book)
Musings of a Madcap Mind (memoirs)