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Tuesday, July 31, 2018


I'm happy to welcome back Diana Rubino. She writes great historical fiction. Here's Diana.

On New Year’s Day 2008, I sat on the couch trying to figure out who to write about next, and decided on Hamilton (this was WAY pre-Hamilton, the musical). The story centers on Hamilton, his wife and mistress—the love triangle that became the nation's first sex scandal, The Reynolds Affair, in 1791.

My agent said the story needed a bit more ‘oomph’ and I thought: how about a Jack the Ripper-type serial killer stalking the dark streets? That genre isn’t my forte, so I asked my friend, best selling thriller writer Brian Porter, to help out. I’ve known Brian for many years; he was my editor on A NECESSARY END, my Civil War romance centering on John Wilkes Booth’s insane plot to assassinate President Lincoln, and I knew about his success with his Jack the Ripper novels and Mersey Mystery series. So he was my very first choice as a collaborator. He graciously obliged and wrote a chilling subplot about a serial killer on the dark Philadelphia streets, Severus Black. Severus seems to have gathered a following already!

SHARING HAMILTON is based on the historical record. I read many Hamilton biographies and his brilliant essays titled “The Federalist Papers” to better understand his philosophy on the new government and the direction he wanted to bring the nation.

As the United States struggled in 1791, James and Maria Reynolds also struggled, flat broke. James, well aware of the strong attraction between his wife and Treasury Secretary Alexander Hamilton, hatched a plan to blackmail Hamilton and get rich. James sent Maria to seduce Hamilton and extort hush money from him. The Reynolds Affair lasted almost two years. James got plenty of hush money. But he never counted on the two of them falling in love.

SHARING HAMILTON is a novel, but some facts can’t be ignored.

In 1791, Alexander Hamilton, married with five children, began an affair with the beautiful 23-year-old Maria Reynolds of Philadelphia. “The Reynolds Affair,” the country’s first sex scandal, lasted two years. They indulged their passion either in Maria’s boarding house or in Hamilton’s home when his wife and children were away. Not only did the forbidden trysts titillate the tabloid readers of the time, but news later broke that Hamilton was paying Maria’s husband James hush money. James, a con artist, lived by his wits and scams. When he began extorting hundreds of dollars from Hamilton under threat of ruining his reputation as Treasury Secretary, Hamilton had no choice but to continue paying James while carrying on with Maria. Hamilton and Maria eventually fell in love, but being married to others, knew they had no future together.

The affair ended two years later when Hamilton, after a Congressional investigation, published The Reynolds Pamphlet, admitting that his dishonesty was “an amorous entanglement”, not embezzlement from the United States treasury. His wife Eliza, pregnant with their sixth child, forgave him, and his sterling reputation emerged untarnished. But it forever ruined his chances of the presidency.

Meanwhile, behind the romantic and political machinations, a vicious serial killer stalked the city by night. Having arrived in the New World from London, Dr. Severus Black, specialist in ‘women’s medicine’ and friend of the Hamiltons, had a penchant for the darker side of life. He managed to combine tending to Mrs. Hamilton during her pregnancies with a series of vicious murders of young women. One hundred years later these scenes were echoed on the streets of London by another killer who was never caught—Jack the Ripper. Mrs. Hamilton grew very fond of the handsome debonair young doctor, who in turn, returned an affinity for his patient. Blissfully unaware of his nocturnal activities, she continued her friendship with Dr. Black, but she sensed a secret grief, a bitter repentance, under his outward displays of charm and cordiality.

After a few run-ins with the law, Dr. Black made good his escape from Philadelphia when the police investigation drew too close for comfort. He settled in South Africa under a new name, where he found more than one use for his medical skills.

Apart from Dr. Black’s scenes, the story is told from the alternating viewpoints of the aristocratic Eliza Schuyler Hamilton and the lower-born but wily Maria Reynolds. It will tell the reader, in these women’s own words and intimate detail, about being in love with the same man during a critical period for the young nation.

While researching this book, I became fascinated with Aaron Burr, who makes a cameo appearance in the story as Maria Reynolds's divorce lawyer. I found the Aaron Burr Association on the internet, and have been a member ever since.

Visit their website at http://www.aaronburrassociation.org/

My fascination with Aaron led to my next bio novel, about his last wife Eliza Jumel, which was released on November 24.

An excerpt from SHARING HAMILTON

“You love me, Alex? You truly love me? Are you sure?” My breath caught in my throat. My heart danced. His admission rendered me breathless. I melted into a puddle in his lap.
“Maria, I’ve been awaiting you all my life.” He stroked my cheek. “You’re everything I’ve wanted in a woman—allure, intelligence, talent, fun—I’ve never met a woman who was all those things wrapped in one beautiful package.”
I gazed into his eyes, knowing our souls had entwined before this, ages before.
“I wanted you so badly from the moment we first met, at Aaron’s soirée,” I divulged the risky admission. “Though I knew you were already taken, and your course already laid out for you, I craved your attention, not to simply revere you from afar. I wanted to know you personally, even if only to spend one visit together. Just to be close to you. But I knew it was a fantasy. I was distraught when you left New York to live here. Then, when James made us move here, I knew our paths were destined to meet. It could not have happened any other way.”
“Then your initial letter to me had subtext I missed?” His lips curved with mirth.
“Oh, no, not at all,” I murmured between kisses on his face, his ears, his lips. “We—I was destitute. James had—” About to blurt it out, I stopped myself. I couldn’t bring myself to admit I’d lied to him; I’d been a pawn in James’s plot. “All I wanted was to meet you, to be alone with you, for a few stolen moments. That was all I deserved. After all, you are—who you are! I’m—no one.”
“Ah, you’re far from no one. A pity James doesn’t realize that. But I do. I will come clean with you, Maria. I love my wife, but I am not in love with her. As I am with you.”
He ran a fingertip over my lips and I tingled all over. I wanted to climb to the roof and sing to the entire world, “The great Alexander Hamilton, my new love, is in love with me!” How could I ever keep this a secret? The best part of being in love was sharing it with others. Oh, how I wanted to tell someone! But who could I trust?
“I am all talked out. Come upstairs.” His voice caressed my ears. “Take this candle, for my hands will be busy.”


About Diana:

Diana Rubino writes about folks who shook things up. Her passion for history and travel has taken her to every locale of her stories, set in Medieval and Renaissance England, Egypt, the Mediterranean, colonial Virginia, New England, and New York. Her urban fantasy romance FAKIN’ IT won a Top Pick award from Romantic Times. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, the Richard III Society and the Aaron Burr Association. When not writing, she runs CostPro, Inc., an engineering business, with her husband Chris. In her spare time, Diana bicycles, golfs, plays her piano and devours books of any genre. She spends as much time as possible just livin' the dream on her beloved Cape Cod.

Contact Diana

Saturday, July 28, 2018

#WeWriWa - NUMBERS NEVER LIE: Sex Ed on the Road

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

I'm sharing snippets from my new release NUMBERS NEVER LIE, a romantic suspense. After sharing such emotional snippets for the past weeks, I thought I'd lighten it up. Drew and Maggie took the group of 14-year-old girls camping again--a way to help her get back to normal after her brother's funeral. This is the conversation in Drew's car on the way home. BTW, Ellen is his daughter.

Please excuse the creative punctuation, necessary to keep this within the guidelines.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind if you did kiss Maggie . . . or someone,” Ellen tentatively broke into his thoughts, “I mean, guys have to have . . . sex . . . or they go crazy.”
Drew almost drove off the highway, “Where did you hear that?”
“That’s what Janie’s sister’s boyfriend told her when she wouldn’t do it with him.”
“El-len,” Beth leaned forward, “My sister said guys just say that to get you to do it. They don’t really go crazy, do they, Mr. Campbell? I mean you’re a guy, and you would know about stuff like that.”
Oh Christ, sex ed on the road?
“Uh, no,” he said, “They don’t.” They just think they will. “And, yes, that is a line a guy who doesn’t care about a girl will say to get her to say yes.”
“What other things do they say?” asked Gretchen, who like Madison, was leaning forward as far as the seatbelts would allow, “We should know stuff like that so we’re prepared.”


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 do that puts Maggie in danger?

NUMBERS NEVER LIE is available at Amazon 

Friday, July 27, 2018

GUEST - Linda Nightingale #NewRelease THE SUMMONING #GiveAway

Please welcome back Linda Nightingale. A friend from the supportive group Authors Helping Authors and fellow contributor to Paranormal Romantics blog, Linda writes entertaining paranormal romances. Instead of coming herself, Linda sent Eyrael, the main character from THE SUMMONING. Be sure to check out the Giveaway at the end of the post. Now, let's meet Eyrael.

Please tell us about yourself.

My name is Eyrael, and I am the God of Wind and Sea. In my world, I am pure spirit. We do not have bodies but are endless energy traveling through time and space. That is in my dimension.  When I am summoned across into this dimension as the witch Heather did this time, I take on a physical form, but I can still alter that body at will. When she summoned me, I formed from the ocean in which she was drowning, into a man, but that shape frightened her, so I morphed into a winged black stallion, the form preferred by the People, and it seemed by the witch because she began to trust me.  Of course, she had to do so. We were in a deadly gamble to escape the evil Shaman and his band of warriors. You see in this dimension I, too, can die.

What does your family think of this ‘crossing over’?

My brother is also summoned by the People and to them he is the God of Earth and Fire. Sofiel and I do not agree on many things, particularly the greed and hunger for power of the new Shaman, Taino. He leads the People into closer relationship with Sofiel.  In their dimension, true to his dominion, Sofiel is a dark and forbidding god. He calls for human sacrifice. I abhor the thought of death to any of my People. He drinks blood sacrifices. I do not. My bound elements are light and air not dark and heavy.

What do you enjoy about physicality in this dimension? 

Pleasure such as seeing, feeling, hearing—the five senses taken for granted by Man. In my dimension, I can experience seeing, hearing and touch but at home we are, more or less, emotionless except for pure Joy. I love beautiful women, sex, the sweet feeling of love and a good strong whiskey.

If you could give the younger version of yourself advice what would it be?

I am neither young nor old. I am ageless, here and now, there and forever. If I were to heed my own advice, it would have been to fall in love with one woman and father sons on her alone. The ways of the past encouraged me to fertilize many women among the People.

Who are the People?

And obscure branch of the Arawak Indians who migrated to Jamaica from South America under my auspices and protection on the long trek. It hurts that now with Taino as Shaman, they are turning from me to the darkness.

Do you know if this book Linda Nightingale has written about your struggles was driven by plot or character?

Definitely character.  Heather began our story, and when she called her over to rescue her from drowning in my Sea, I continued our tale with the writer.

Tell us about this Sofiel, God of Earth and Fire.

At home, my brother is as I, content and joyful, but when he is summoned, he changes the moment he transforms.  I attribute this to the influence of the young Shaman who wants nothing more than to be at Sofiel’s side when they prevail over me.  The fool doesn’t realize I’d welcome him as my Shaman if he would renounce his dark ways.  I do not feel him capable of becoming something he, at heart, is simply not.

Heather Morique is a witch. The problem is she doesn’t know it. Her husband Jahill was a refugee from an obscure branch of the Arawak Indians. After his death, mysterious whispers lure her to his homeland of Jamaica. Soon, she finds herself in a web of secrets, lies and illusions.
Jahill’s people worship Eyrael, the God of Wind and Sea, and his brother Sofiel, the God of Fire and Earth. The new Shaman has pitted brother against brother, and these two powerful spirits from an alternate universe fight to become the tribe’s ruling deity. Will light or darkness reign?
When Heather unwittingly summons Eyrael, these two unlikely soul mates face a dangerous fate.  The chemistry between them is more disturbing than the long-buried secrets.


Like storm clouds cloaking a sunny day, darkness gathered in the room. Heather lifted her gaze from the computer screen. Smoke sullied the air, crawling across the floor in a black mist. No scent of burning came from the billowing murky fog. Her hands froze on the keyboard. An icy shiver melted down her spine. The gulls’ cries and the normal sounds of life had quieted. The house was as still as a tomb. Her skin prickled, goosebumps pebbling her skin. A shudder leapt over her. Fear seized her in its cold, cold hands. Her heart beat a rapid staccato in her ears.
“Heather,” a dark voice called softly.
She started violently, whirled to see who’d spoken and shuddered again. No one. Just the scentless smoke. The hair at her nape quivered. Danger lurked just out of sight.
With trembling fingers, she guided the mouse, clicking on save. She set the laptop aside, intending to rise, but found herself paralyzed as fire flickered to life five feet from where she sat. Sofiel. The battle had come. Why hadn’t she trusted her gut feeling?
Please don’t let him kill me now I’m finally happy. Please don’t let me lose my baby.
Nausea burned her throat, her stomach twisting into a knot of terror. She jumped to her feet, focused on saving her child. Fire nibbled at the black mist swirling around her feet. A tongue of flame licked her ankle. Ignoring the stinging pain, she charged toward the door. A crimson blaze climbed the walls. She’d taken three desperate strides when fire consumed the exit. She was trapped with the dark spirit who wanted her dead.

Buy link:   https://www.amazon.com/Summoning-Ancient-Gods-Book-ebook/dp/B075ZJWS9J/ 
Born in South Carolina, Linda Nightingale has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston.  She’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.

Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award.   She is the mother of two wonderful sons, a retired legal assistant, member of the Houston Symphony League, and enjoys events with her car club.  Among her favorite things are her snazzy black convertible and her parlor grand piano.  She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.

Web Site:  http://www.lindanightingale.com – Visit and look around. There’s a free continuing vampire story.
Blog:  https://lindanightingale.wordpress.com/ - Lots of interesting guests & prizes

Giveaway:  Linda will be giving away a $15 Gift Card through Rafflecopter! Winner will be announced 8/30.  Follow her on tour for more fun and chances to win!

NEXT STOP:               MAUREEN BONATCH        https://www.maureenbonatch.com/blog/

More Books by Linda Nightingale

Gambler's Choice
Morgan D'Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody
Gylded Wings
Her General in Gray
The Summoning
Sinner’s Obsession

Thursday, July 26, 2018

GUEST - Veronica Scott with #NewRelease DARIK #sfr

It's my pleasure to welcome Veronica Scott back to my blog with another new release. Frankly, I have no idea how she writes so quickly. As with the other books in her Badari Warriors series, DARIK is a great science fiction romance. I finished this book Tuesday night, staying up until 1 a.m. because I couldn't stop reading. Adventure, romance, world building, twists, and humor. What more could you ask for? Veronica's books are one-clicks for me. 

Here's Veronica to tell you more about DARIK and the series.


Thrilled to announce the next book in my Badari Warriors series, DARIK! The cover is another gem from the talented Fiona Jayde.

Thanks for having me as your guest to talk a bit about the book and share an excerpt. Always a pleasure to be on your blog!

I’m definitely having fun with this series set in the far future about genetically engineered warriors and the human women who love them. I try to make each book as different as possible within the overall series framework, so each set of fated mates has somewhat new challenges to face.  And of course I have to advance the series arc as well as tell the story of each new couple.

Darik is kind of a lone wolf, enjoying his first assignment ever without any pack members nearby. He does, however, have a small Artificial Intelligence unit as a companion and the two of them don’t exactly agree on how to proceed. I enjoyed contrasting the Badari with wolflike components in his DNA with the alien and highly logical thinking of the AL unit. Eventually they reach a compromise.

Nicolle is a strong human woman stuck in a very bad situation, held captive by the alien Khagrish scientists. She does her best to resist and to encourage the others and it turns out she has some attributes she didn’t know she possessed, which play a big role in the eventual plot resolution.

I had fun with the challenges of the book and getting my characters to the Happy Ever After despite the many problems and obstacles I’d created for them!

The blurb:
Nicolle James is far from her home in the human Sectors, kidnapped by alien scientists to be the subject of horrifying experiments.  Her only hope might be a mysterious soldier she’d glimpsed outside the laboratory fence. She’d managed to sneak a few words of conversation with him when her captors weren’t watching but now the aliens were taking her inside the lab to begin the experiments.

Darik, a warrior of the genetically engineered Badari pack, is on a solo recon mission to check out a mysterious new lab high in the mountains. His orders are strict – do not engage. But when he has a chance meeting with the woman who might be his mate, he vows not to abandon her, orders or no orders.

Can he get inside an underground lab, find Nicolle and rescue her without getting captured himself? And when he learns the lab’s deadly secrets, can he get word to his pack about the new dangers?

Because the ruthless alien scientist running the experiments wants to get her hands on him too and will stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

The excerpt: (Darik and Nicolle have their second meeting, separated by the Khagrish force barrier.)

But ‘While there’s life, there’s hope’ was Nicolle’s motto. She found herself wandering towards the stream again and paused. Was it really a great idea to venture into the territory of the bearbeast that had almost eaten her? 
But I might meet the soldier, and if I’m not frightened out of my mind this time, I could ask him useful questions. The risk seemed worth taking to her so she lengthened her stride. Soon she was at the picturesque creek. After drinking a few handfuls of the frigid water, she settled on a boulder, munching the berries she’d grabbed along the way and surveyed the meadow for any sign of the bearbeast, as she now thought of the predator. The berries tasted good, tangy and juicy and frankly she didn’t care if the fruit could be poisonous. She’d seen small mammals harvesting them, so she felt fairly confident she wasn’t running much of a risk.

Beyond the force barrier, the terrain gradually sloped upward, rising toward the mountains in the distance, snowcapped and forbidding. Other than birds and small winged insects, her immediate vicinity was empty of other living creatures.

She’d no idea how long she sat there, but the sun climbed quite a way into the sky. She’d decided to leave and was dusting off her jumpsuit when she heard her name whispered. Turning with care on the slick mossy surface, she stared into the forest beyond the barrier, unable to see anything but trees. Then a glint of pale color attracted her attention, and the soldier stepped into view, the strangely glowing ovoid floating by his side.

Pulse racing, she blinked. He moved so silently she suspected at first he might be a hallucination, because she’d wanted to see him again so desperately. “I was hoping you’d come,” she said, getting as close to the force barrier as she could without receiving a paralyzing shock. “Thanks again for saving me the other day.” What can I say to influence him to help us?

“I wish I could have done more.” He stayed at the edge of the trees, about six feet away from the barrier. His demeanor was calm and he didn’t act particularly concerned about being seen. His rifle was slung on his shoulder, easy to grab if needed but not as if expecting trouble. He checked her over from head to toe. “How are you?”

“More or less okay.” She shrugged. “It’s  tense waiting for the Khagrish to do something horrible to us. A few of my companions are talking about a murder-suicide pact, rather than being taken inside the facility and tortured. But, of course, we haven’t got access to any weapons or drugs.” Nicolle studied her hands, trying to imagine herself killing anyone or herself. Shaking her head, she said, “I’m an optimist myself, although it’s getting harder and harder to have hope, the longer I’m in this place.”

“I can’t honestly argue against your friends’ intention, although it’s not a course of action I’d take myself,” he said. “My people prefer to die fighting, take a few of the enemy with us if we can. You didn’t mention me to your companions?”

Nicolle shook her head. “You said you can’t help us, so why raise their hopes for nothing?” She sounded bitter to her own ears, but it was hard to see him standing there in freedom, able to escape the Khagrish and unable—or unwilling—to help her and the others. “Do you have a name?”

“Darik.” His voice was low and furious, his fists clenched. “I’m sorrier than you know that I can’t intercede. Maybe if enough time passes before the Khagrish act I can organize a rescue.”

Hardly the ringing declaration I want to hear, about help coming. “Why are you even here, if all you can do is watch?” She resumed her seat on the boulder and plunked a few loose pebbles into the stream. Anger at him and her situation made her hand shake and she hurled the rest of the stones as far away as she could. “How can you stand by and let us be experimented on by these alien bastards?”

“I’m here on a solo mission studying this installation, trying to learn more about it,” he said. “We had no reports of human prisoners. I have no backup, no way to call for reinforcements for at least a few more days.  Believe me, I would if I could.” He took a few steps toward her. “Leaving you and the others inside the barrier goes against everything I believe in and fight for but I’m powerless to help.” His voice was low, tense, and most fascinating of all, his eyes glowed golden in the shadow of the trees. “I’ve been where you are, imprisoned by the Khagrish. I know all about despair.”

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Author Bio and Links:

USA Today Best Selling Author

“SciFi Encounters” columnist for the USA Today Happy Ever After blog

Veronica Scott grew up in a house with a library as its heart. Dad loved science fiction, Mom loved ancient history and Veronica thought there needed to be more romance in everything. When she ran out of books to read, she started writing her own stories.

Seven time winner of the SFR Galaxy Award, as well as a National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, Veronica is also the proud recipient of a NASA Exceptional Service Medal relating to her former day job, not her romances!
 She read the part of Star Trek Crew Member in the audiobook production of Harlan Ellison’s “The City On the Edge of Forever.”

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

GUEST: Susan Kelley #NewRelease - EXILE'S SAVAGE LADY

Please welcome today's guest, Susan Kelley. She appeared over at Paranormal Romantics  last week, and I'm happy to have her here today. When we think about what happens after the Apocalypse, our imaginations can come up with some pretty scary scenarios. Let's see what Susan's imagination came up with.

The Domed City

In my series, Survivors of the Apocalypse, there are two groups of people. The largest group have survived for 300 years inside a sealed city, protected from the outside by a dome. This protected city was constructed as a bio-dome experiment as a prelude to colonizing the moon or Mars. When a pandemic swept the world, the people living inside the dome locked their doors to keep out not only infected people, but also to avoid any contact with anything from the outside.

The experiment became the hope of humanity’s continuation as a species. As the world collapses outside the protected city, the people inside held onto to their belief that a cure would be found. Years passed, generations lived and died, and the sanctuary was now their trap. To go outside the dome was to die.

Harsh methods were needed to preserve life inside the dome. First and most important was birth control. The original population was 25,000 people. When they sealed the doors for good, families were immediately limited to one child. Within a few generations, the numbers of people inside was around 10,000.

Though the city was supposed to be self-supporting, some resources could not be renewed. Even with recycling, certain items would become scarce. Medical treatments would be rationed as would drugs. This item alone would likely decrease lifespans.

The food growing systems would struggled after being in use for 300 years. As each planting was seeded from the previous crop, the plants would lack genetic diversity. The soil was grow poorer even if fertilized with whatever waste the city produced. Food rationing would have been enforced from the start, but as each crop produced less food, the rations would barely stave off starvation. For the young and the older inhabitants, these hardships would be felt even more resulting in higher morbidity rates for those age groups.

Perhaps the most devastating result of a poor diet was on the fertility rate of the women and the health of newborns. Each year, fewer and fewer women are able to conceive. Infant mortality rates skyrocket. Children who live past infancy are small and weak. Decreased fertility has been linked to starvation and a low body fat percentage in many medical studies like this one. There also some research that says these fertility changes can be passed onto offspring.

Even though the population numbers drop well below what the city was designed to maintain, the dwindling resources cannot stretch. The city was never meant to go so long without resupply. The leaders take more drastic measures.

Protocol demands that anyone who becomes ill at all must be quarantined. People start to notice that more and more older people are going missing. Inquiries to the authorities bring explanations of mysterious fevers that have killed those gone missing. Then younger people start to go missing. Children who learning difficulties. Adults who have been injured or have any kind of disability. Some people become suspicious, but the leaders of the city keep a firm hold on their secrets as they reduce population to save the rest.

What has happened to the missing? The leaders don’t want to bloody their hands with murder. They prefer the quiet remote kill. The undesirables or those no longer useful are exiled outside the dome. Once outside, it’s only a matter of hours until they sicken and die.

In my book series, this group of exiles and the outsiders who save them are the heroes and heroines who will search for a way to save not just themselves but the entire human race.

Exile’s Savage Lady: Book #3 of Survivors of the Apocalypse, is the final story in this saga of an America after a pandemic has nearly wiped out mankind. Robin Linden was saved by the Gibbs family when he was exiled from the domed city. He can’t enjoy his new life in the outside while those inside the city are slowly starving. Kerry Gibbs has finally found her match in the strong, quiet city man. When he decides to sneak back into the city and rescue his people, Kerry can’t allow him to go alone. Once inside the decaying metropolis, Kerry realizes the man she’s grown to love intends to save the poor city folks even if it means sacrificing himself. She’s not willing to let him, but the power-hungry city leaders might take the decision out of her hands. Is her love enough to keep Robin at her side? Find this book on Amazon.

Susan Kelley lives in a large, country home in Pennsylvania where she and her husband raised six children. She has been a fulltime writer for years after retiring from teaching high school. This is her nineteenth published romance.

You can find Susan:

On her blog:  Susan Says

Would you ever agree to live in a biodome for a long period of time as an experiment? If you were in charge, could you think of ways to reduce population that were more humane?