Medieval Monday ~ Travel: Dragon Knight’s Ring!

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Welcome back to Medieval Monday! It’s wonderful to be back! Our theme for the next eight weeks is all about travel. As you know, my books are time-travel, but Dragon Knight’s Ring had a unique twist. My hero, Adam MacFhearguis, will travel into the future. If you’ve been following the Dragon Knights, this one story was dear to my heart.

I hope you will enjoy my “travel” excerpt. I look forward to sharing many more interesting excerpts from other fabulous Medieval romance authors over the next few months. Enjoy!

Excerpt:

“What do ye mean we can finish in the morn?” Adam eyed her skeptically.

Meggie stepped away from him. “I haven’t been riding in a few days, so I thought with the weather being fine, we could take Fion and Ciar out for a long ride. There’s this beautiful ridge called Drumbuie. Ye can see Loch Ness in all directions.” She nodded to the basket. “I’m tempting ye with some food, too.”

Adam dropped the shovel. Grabbing a cloth, he wiped his forehead. He did not need food to be tempted to go anywhere with Meggie. He knew the place well, since it had been a favorite of theirs. He was curious, though, and asked, “Why?”

She grimaced in good humor. “I’m tired of hiding in the shadows. I want to try and remember.”

Pleased with her answer, Adam reached past her, his arm brushing against hers—the mere contact made his groin tighten. Picking up the basket, he whistled for Ciar. “Then I will do my best to help ye.”

After preparing both animals, they made their way out of Aonach and headed for the hills. Clouds loomed in the distance, but Adam deemed they posed no threat to their outing. He let Meggie set the pace, galloping through heather with naught a care in the world. She came to a light cantor when she spotted a herd of deer.

“See the females.” She pointed to the south. “Those belong to Red Brute the stag.”

Bringing his horse alongside her, Adam shielded his eyes from the early afternoon sun. “’Tis a fine family he has there. Why is he given the name?”

Meggie twisted in the saddle, obvious to Adam that she was looking for something. “Bruce named him after some obnoxious client he had dealt with several years ago. He noticed the stag had the same attitude and so aptly named him Red Brute.” She laughed playfully. “Though, knowing Bruce, he meant it in jest. For ye see, he loves all animals, regardless of their temperament. Oh, there he is! See, up along the rocky edge. He never strays far from the females.”

Fascinated, Adam watched as the stag wandered at a leisurely pace and then lifted its head as if sensing their presence. “Noble animal,” he murmured.

“Aye,” she agreed. “I never tire of watching them or any animals. They roam with freedom I long for some days.”

Adam’s gaze turned back to Meggie. He detected a feeling of melancholy in her voice. “Are ye not already free, Meggie?”

Frowning, she looked away. “Aye, I am, but I sense…more within me. There are days I can hear whispers of someone calling my name along the breezes. As if the two worlds—past and present cross over. I’m bound by this and the other.” She kept her gaze focused on the animals. “And there’s always these burning questions I carry.”

“Which are?” he asked, bringing Ciar closer to her and Fion.

When she turned back toward Adam, her eyes glistened with tears.

Adam’s heart stilled. A strong urge to tell her everything overtook him.

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Blurb:

Crusader, Adam MacFhearguis is on one last quest to the standing stones in Scotland where he seeks to bury the past. However, a silent prayer sends him to an unknown future and to his beloved Meggie. When he uncovers a shocking revelation, Adam questions everything about the woman he thought he knew and loved. He may have traveled the veil of ages, but time is now his enemy.

Margaret MacKay lives a life in the future without the memories of her past—her death. When Adam arrives at her door confessing he knows her, she is confused and wary. With each passing day, she yearns to learn more from this stranger. Yet, when a truth is revealed, can she trust the man to unlock the chains from her mind and heart?

Will love free the bonds to unite the two lovers who were doomed centuries ago? Or will evil finally claim victory over the Dragon Knights?

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dragon-Knights-Ring-Order-Book-ebook/dp/B01HDWY8S2/

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dragon-knights-ring-mary-morgan/1123986946?ean=2940158146312

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/dragon-knight-s-ring

Apple iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dragon-knights-ring/id1133781893?mt=11

 

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Quote for the Week of September 25, 2016

Autumn in the Park

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“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”

–Albert Camus

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Release Date for A Magical Highland Solstice and Scottish Game Winner!

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Sharing some great news! I’m delighted to announce a release date for my holiday romance, A Magical Highland Solstice ~ December 2, 2016! Pre-order buy links coming soon.

I love the holidays and this was a joy to write. I can hardly wait to share Cormac and Eve’s story with you.

Here’s a glimpse into their fairytale romance…

Laird Cormac Murray has witnessed how love destroyed his own father after the death of his mother, and he vows to never take a wife. Yet, when he comes upon a bewildered lass traveling alone, he finds his heart will no longer listen to his mind. In the end, Cormac risks everything to claim the love of a woman not of his time.

Eve Brannigan loves helping others and baking. After winning a contest, she is stunned to learn that the Clan Murray has requested her assistance to cater to their guests during the holiday season. When a lost path in Scotland leads her to a handsome but gruff Highlander, Eve fights the temptation to allow love to enter her heart for the first time.

Can the Fae and the magic of the Yule season bring together two souls who have forsaken love? Or will tragedies from the past separate the lovers forever?

Excerpt:

Giving her no time to protest, he grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up onto Fingal. When he mounted his horse and settled behind her, Cormac felt her body stiffen as he placed an arm around her waist. He leaned next to her ear. Her mass of curls brushed his face, and he inhaled her scent—one of different spices. Lust instantly surged forth, powerful and intense. “Relax,” he urged in a hoarse voice. Though he found it difficult to do so himself.

He felt her tremble, but she nodded. Giving a tug on the reins, they moved up the path.

With each steady trot, her body swayed and Cormac tried to focus on the road. The castle. Fighting in the lists. Bathing in the icy waters of the loch. Anything, but the soft curves of the lass’s body pressing against his own. What was wrong with him? He prided himself on being a man always in control of his emotions—especially his lustful ones. Yet, now he found himself confused, tongue-tied, and his gut twisted into knots.

So deep in his thoughts, he did not notice Fingal veering off the main road until the lass let out a giggle. She had the most musical sound, and he found himself smiling. Guiding his horse back to the path, he could hear his men doing their best to contain themselves. A glance back confirmed William was coughing loudly and Gordon trying his best not to fall off his horse.

“I swear Fingal, I am tempted to trade ye in for another horse. Ye must be going blind, or worse, old.”

His horse let out a large snort.

Eve clicked her tongue in disapproval. “For shame, Mr. Murray. How cruel. I think he’s a kind animal. Perhaps it’s the man holding the reins who can’t see clearly the path in front of him?”

The lass was quick with the wit, he mused. “I dinnae ken your word, but ye may call me Cormac.” He leaned near her again. “And I can assure ye, I am nae blind, nor old.”

*****

img_3979This lovely Scottish themed gift basket was up for grabs when I attended the Scottish games earlier this month. Anyone who signed up for my blog and newsletter was entered. The winner has been chosen…

Congratulations, Carol Dowell!

Please send me an email to: moirarose415@yahoo.com with your mailing address.

 

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Cover Reveal ~ A Witch’s Holiday Wedding by Tena Stetler

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Please welcome back the lovely Tena Stetler to my blog! She’s here to unveil her cover for her upcoming holiday romance, A Witch’s Holiday Wedding, which will release on December 9th. In addition, Tena is giving us a teaser excerpt.

I don’t know about everyone else, but I’m getting very excited for the holidays and romance.

So let’s give a drum roll…

 

 

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Blurb:

Elemental witch, Pepper McKay and former Navy SEAL, Lathen Quartz have built Lobster Cove Wildlife Rescue and Rehabilitation Center on enchanted McKay land. During a romantic interlude on Halloween night, Pepper happily agrees to become Lathen’s wife. What better day than Winter Solstice for their wedding in a town that loves celebrations and Christmas. However, planning a wedding and operating their wildlife center takes a toll on both Pepper and Lathen.

When the couple takes a much-needed break for Thanksgiving with family in Colorado, a Maine snowstorm fills the center with injured wildlife. Lathen finds himself drawn into a covert military mission, while trying to deal with issues with friends and family. Pepper wants to cancel the wedding. Is she having second thoughts? Will the nosy McKay ghosts, Lathen’s werewolf pack, Pepper’s parents, and her best friend help or hinder the wedding and holiday plans?

Sneak Peek Excerpt for “A Witch’s Holiday Wedding” Coming December 9, 2016!

After she set her glass down, Lathen brushed a couple strands of hair out of her eyes and searched her face. “Are you all right?”

“I’m tired, my wedding is in a couple weeks, I have ghosts fighting over who is going to do what. Guests that have no idea the place is haunted and… Your family and pack, my parents, Gwen… To top it all off, the head of my clan, who is a ghost, is sitting in front of me wanting to know who is coming to the wedding and whether the ghosts will be outed. How could I possibly be all right?”

“When you put it that way.” Lathen chuckled. “It sounds just a bit… I don’t know…crazy?” His right eyebrow winged up. She saw mischief sparkle in his eyes. “We could still elope,” he offered.

More about the author ~

Tena Stetler is a paranormal romance and cozy mystery author with an over-active imagination. She wrote her first vampire romance as a tween, to the chagrin of her mother and the delight of her friends. With the Rocky Mountains outside her window, Tena sits at her computer surrounded by a wide array of paranormal creatures telling their tales. Colorado is her home; shared with her husband of many moons, a brilliant Chow Chow, a spoiled parrot and a forty-year-old box turtle.  Any winter evening, you can find her curled up in front of a crackling fire with a good book, a mug of hot chocolate and a big bowl of popcorn.  During the summer & fall you can find her cozied up around a campfire with a good book.

Contact Information:

Website: http://www.tenastetler.com

Blog: http://www.tenastetler.com/my-blog

Facebook Page: www.facebook.com/tenastetler.author

Twitter Page: www.twitter.com/TenaStetler      

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14187532.Tena_Stetler

The Wild Rose Press: http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/1264_tena-stetler

Amazon: www.amazon.com/author/tenastetler

Newsletter: Sign up on web page www.tenastetler.com

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/tenastetler/

 

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Quote for the Week of September 18, 2016

Baby Hummingbirds. Photo by John Morgan

Baby Hummingbirds.
Photo by John Morgan

“We must be the change we wish to see in the world.”

–Mahatma Gandhi

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To Purge or Not?

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After I returned from my book signing at the Scottish Games, I had this desire–urgent need to purge certain areas of my house. There were too many “things” in my way. It started immediately that afternoon. I’m talking the moment everything was unloaded from my car. You would have thought I would have been exhausted (yes, I was), but before the suitcases were unpacked, I was tossing out clothes from my closet.

“Enough!” I shouted. I was tired of seeing items that I had not worn in over a decade staring back at me. It was insane. My hands yanked hangers and clothing from the racks. It was a sense of freedom. Afterwards, there was more space in my closet. I only kept one item with a promise that if I didn’t wear it by the end of the end of the year, I would discard the clothing.

Then I decided it was time to take a look at those recipe folders. Why was I keeping clippings and torn pages from magazines over five years old? Did I make these mouth-watering dishes? Nope! So in the recycling bin they went. FREEDOM! More space and an organized pantry.

I spent the next few days cleaning and sorting out hidden places and even parts of my garage. It was a cleansing that I needed. Almost like life. Sometimes I need to step back and find the places within me that need purging. What am I hanging onto? Regrets? Guilt? I tossed them out, as well.

Autumn has always been a time of awakening, not nesting for me, so as I toss out items–physically and emotionally, I’m walking a new path this season.

Do you ever find an overwhelming need to de-clutter or purge your own life? Do share! I hope I’m not alone.

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Quote for the Week of September 11, 2016

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“What light is to the eyes–what air is to the lungs–what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.”

–Robert Green Ingersoll

 

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Spotlight New Release ~ Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampire Rhapsody by Linda Nightingale

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I’m thrilled to share a new release by Linda Nightingale! Have I mentioned that I love a good vampire romance? Oh, yes! And don’t forget to check out the book trailer at the end. Beautiful! Be warned, dear readers…the excerpt is hot! Let me have Linda take over and give you all the sizzling details about Morgan D’Arcy…

Show Some Love…To a Vampire

Today is Release Day for a collection of short stories and a novella that I’ve been waiting a long time to see in print. I am delighted that The Wild Rose Press published Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody.  Morgan came into existence in all his glory in 1992 on an Andalusian horse farm in South Carolina.  I LOVE horses and spent many years breeding and showing my darlings.  My favorite was my stallion Bonito, a twice National Champion Stallion.

But I digress.

I read a book about vampires and decided ‘I can do that’. Morgan was born. I gave him everything except what he most wants … the woman of his dreams, Isabeau.  You will meet her briefly in the pages of Rhapsody. The book went through many name changes, from Devil’s Waltz to Vampyre Interlude (which is the name of my free, continuing story of Morgan on my website, listed below.  Between reading the book and having my book, Sinner’s Opera, published, much time would elapse—like twenty-plus years.  These stories were written in the interim to give me my Morgan fix.

Fanfare: Morgan!

Blurb:

The greatest enemy of a vampire is boredom. Four centuries of existence have taught Lord Morgan Gabriel D’Arcy to fear nothing and no one. Humans and their weapons have little chance against his preternatural speed and arcane powers. Vampires are viral mutations of human DNA. Still, the Vampyre code requires secrecy, and he has learned to hide his nature from the world. The lure of mortality, of a life in the sun, puts Morgan again and again at the mercy of calculating human women though they fail to consider his charm and determination into the equation. However, even grooming a future bride from infancy proves to be fraught with heartbreak. And second chances are not always what they seem unless… you are Morgan. Immortality and beauty, aren’t they grand?

“…Morgan…is a tour de force of egotism, wit, sensuality, and talent…” ~Author Toni V. Sweeney

“Morgan D’Arcy is a class act and the most arresting vampire I’ve ever encountered in literature or films.” ~ Historical and Paranormal Romance Author Beth Trissel

Excerpt:

Mischief overcame me.  “Vampires,” I kissed the word, trying to shock her.  “Have a static aura.”

“One night you said that your victim experiences…” Her voice was low, throaty, and lusty.

“Intense pleasure.” I brushed my lips to the back of her neck, and a sigh escaped her.

“Kiss me.” She hugged herself, her tight bodice hinting at cleavage.  “I long to feel that pleasure.”

Expectancy sizzled in the inches separating us. A shudder of pure desire leapt over me.  Passion smoked in Amber’s eyes.  She cradled my chin between index finger and thumb.  I reached behind her, freeing her hair.  Red silk drowned my hands.  I sifted the gleaming strands through my fingers.  She was asking me to take her, and ód’s Teeth, I yearned to sink my fangs into her throat and shaft her until she released on a cry.

The tip of her pink tongue wisped over her lower lip. I stared at her beautiful mouth, her sensual expression achieving the effect she intended.  My cock flexed hard.  The dusky scent of her arousal ratcheted tension to breaking point.  I needed Amber for more than sex.  Taking her blood might bind her to me—or terrify her into leaving.  She had accepted me, was working with me, but our fragile relationship balanced on a shilling.

I freed my face and kissed her hand to soften the blow then shook my head. “No.”

She lurched to her feet. “Why do you refuse?  I know you find me attractive.  You feel the magnetism between us.”

I glided upright in one svelte move, and fear darted across her face. “When we are farther along the path of discovery, perhaps.  We can’t allow anything to cloud our focus now.”

Her breasts heaved with rapid, angry breaths. “You would wag pleasure before me like a carrot tempting a stubborn horse?”

I arched a brow, chastising her for the dramatics. For several thudding heartbeats, she held my gaze before looking away.  Without another word, I drifted to the hearth, my swift departure vampire light and soundless.  In no uncertain terms, Amber must know the manner of man she tempted.  Behind me, I heard a soft gasp.  If I enjoyed her fear and her angry, was I a monster?  The clock ticked a couple of seconds.  How familiar the heavy mortal footsteps chasing me and immortality!  She would now offer anything in an attempt to change my mind.

Delicate hands gripped my shoulders with startling strength. “Face me, Morgan, and tell me you don’t want to share pleasure with me.”

I shrugged. “I promised not to lie.”

“You are heartless,” she breathed into my hair, her succulent body molded to my back. “I don’t understand.”

Eyes dangerous scarlet, fangs bared, I whirled and seized her wrists. “Dr. Wolfe, it is unwise to tempt a vampire.”

“Oh my God,” she retreated to the end of her tether.

“I won’t harm you.” I released her hands.  “Shall we drop the subject?”

Amber glared at me, the stubborn set of her jaw and hard line of her mouth answering my question. Her emotions buffeted me.  Some night soon, I would have to venture into the fire.  I could walk away unscathed.  She could not.  Amber was falling in love with her science project.

“I’m offering you my body and my blood. Can you still refuse?”  In a slow gesture, she traced the top of her bodice with a fingertip.

“Both create a bond I’d prefer not exist at this point.”

Amber flung her hands up, closed her eyes and shook her head. “I am a means to an end for you.  Nothing more.”

“Nothing could be farther from the truth.”  As I sank down on the sofa, I lifted her onto my lap and kissed her tenderly.

She thrust her tongue into my mouth, exploring my fangs. The erotic plunge and retreat was like sex.  My heart stopped, but my damn tarse rose to the occasion.  One by one, she unbuttoned my shirt with determined precision, her warm hand stroking my chest.  Her fingers slipped into my hair.  Cradling my head, she opened her mouth over mine.  The deadly sharp incisors pierced her tongue.  Blood flavored the devouring kisses.

She shrugged back in the support of my arms. “Why not take me to your bed?”

“Amber.” I appeared on my feet, holding her at arms’ length.  “Don’t you see?  I want to be human, to experience humanity, before I engage my emotions.”

“You are lying through your fangs.” She tweaked my ear, stepped into me and rubbed her body against the length of mine.

Buy Link: Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody

MG_0004a-2-300x200More about the author:

Born in South Carolina, Linda 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 two marvelous sons, a snazzy black convertible, and her parlor grand piano.  She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/LNightingale – @Lnightingale

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LindaNightingaleAuthor

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

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4839311.Linda_Nightingale

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/lbnightingale1/

Other Reads by Linda Nightingale:

Gambler’s Choice

Love For Sale

Sinner’s Opera

Sinner’s Obsession

Cardinal Desires

Gemini Rising – Controversial Dark Fantasy with deep psychological undertones

 

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Spotlight Author Interview ~ Tamela Miles

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Please welcome fellow Wild Rose Press author, Tamela Miles! I’m delighted to have her here today! We’re chatting about life, books, and she’s sharing her new cover for her next book.

I’m serving champagne with strawberries and bruschetta. Get comfy and let’s meet Tamela…

MM: Welcome, Tamela! Thanks for taking the time to visit us today. Describe a typical writing day. Are you a morning, afternoon, or night-owl writer?

TM: Hello, Mary! Thanks for hosting my visit to your blog. I’m happy to chat with you today.

I’m most definitely a night-owl and always have been. My writing energy doesn’t usually come on until around 3pm. A typical writing day begins at this time, with a cup of steaming tea or coffee in my hand. I hit the music on my boom box on my desk to inspire me, with it quietly in the background. I go over what I’ve written the day before and either smile or frown, depending on how much I have to trim off to make the story work. ::laughing:: I sometimes set a goal for the day and strive to hit that goal, no matter what. Other days, I’m more relaxed, simply writing until I feel it’s time to take a break and step away from the PC.

MM: As I often said here…I turn into a pumpkin by 6pm. Typical morning person, lol! Can you tell us about your current work-in-progress?

TM: My current WIP is a novella, entitled “Once Bitten”, which is an expanded piece of work based on a short story I wrote for my horror/paranormal compilation, “Rock, Paper, Scissors”, which was published late last year by Broken Publications. It’s a paranormal romance featuring my characters Ash and Delilah. I’ve had a good amount of readers asking if I would ever continue the story and I can now say, “YES! Thanks for waiting patiently and “Once Bitten” is coming soon.” My other WIP is actually a wrap! Novella #3 in my Hell On Heels series, entitled “Hell Hath No Fury”, is now in the hands of The Wild Rose Press and soon to be released.

MM: Amazing! You’re a busy woman, Tamela! What inspires you when you’re writing?

TM: My strongest and deepest source of inspiration when I’m writing is music. I tend to disappear into the writing groove once I get going, especially if it’s the bands Matchbox Twenty, Train, or Maroon 5 on the boom box.

MM: I can definitely relate. Music is my muse. It’s difficult not to write without some melody in the background. What’s your favorite item on your writing desk?

TM: Besides my boom box, I adore my little metal figurine of a mermaid, which has been with me since I picked it up during one of my flight attendant adventures while working a flight route in Northern California years ago.

MM: Sounds like a treasured keepsake. Now for the fun questions. Do you prefer…

Champagne or Beer? Please give me champagne! I rarely drink beer because most of them taste like swill to me.

Southern drawl or Scottish burr? Woohoo! Please give me both. ::laughing:: If I absolutely had to choose, I’d go with the Southern drawl. Southern men have a distinctive charm found nowhere else in the world.

Kilt or Leather pants? Ooh! I’m a sucker for men in leather pants, with the whole rock star thing going on.

Print book or e-reader? Easy! Print books are great but I’ve embraced the e-reader technology.

Thanks again for chatting with me today, Mary! I’m excited at the idea of visiting you again.

Happy Creating!

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Blurb:

Elle Connor’s life is as grim as she had always feared. Years of demon slaying have left her with nothing to show for her trouble. She’s convinced a “normal” life was never meant for her.

Patrick Holt wants nothing more than to be away from the holy wars and has lived quietly for years as an average human. The trouble is that he’s anything but average–he’s a fallen hybrid angel.

When Tagas the guardian angel pairs them up to investigate the brutal slayings of young women in Los Angeles, Elle wants nothing to do with Patrick. As Elle and Patrick begin to understand each other, irritation is forgotten and fiery passion ignites between them. “No ties” is how they both live, but Elle soon begins to long for much more. As they become sucked deeper into the mysterious killings, Elle fears that, in this battle, Hell will win.

Excerpt:

Her full lips curved in a gentle smile. “I see what Tagas meant by your superior wisdom and experience. I didn’t mean to come across like a badass demon hunter who knows it all. You hunted demons long before I was even born.”

“So, now I’m old? Thanks.” He clicked off the phone and set it beside him on the seat.

Elle gave a chuckle. “Let’s just agree that you have a glorious past when it comes to slaying demons that has given you certain…um, insights into it that I don’t have.”

Elle watched his expression change, his eyes focusing intently on her as he smiled. Her heart began to beat a little faster. She wasn’t prepared to deal with this other, blatantly sensual part of Patrick in such close confines and moved to make more space between them. He moved with her until their shoulders touched.

“I have insights into many other things. Would you like to hear them, Elle?”

The heat of his glance and the softness of his tone made her hyperaware, her skin tingling. She cleared her throat nervously. “Sure, go ahead.”

Patrick’s gaze settled on her parted lips. “Most demon hunters I’ve known take sex where they can find it and never bother with love. They don’t want the responsibility that comes with loving someone else totally. I have lived like that for years, sex with no ties. You’re different from them, you have a softness. I have loved exactly one woman in my life, a human woman. She shared your same innocence of spirit, which drew me to her like a magnet.” He dragged a finger across Elle’s lips, and she let out a little gasp. Damn it, she didn’t want to be caught in his spell, but she couldn’t deny her attraction to him any longer. He leaned in closer, his lips an inch away from hers and spoke softly. “You draw me to you the same way, beautiful Elle.”

He placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her open mouth to his and devouring her. She didn’t stop him. He caressed her tongue with his own, tasting her for the first time. She loved the taste of him and leaned in, wanting more. She touched his face with gentle fingertips, and he covered her hand with his for a moment before cradling her head in his hands, deepening the kiss.

She sighed as his lips found the way to her neck, tilting her head back. She held on to his broad shoulders as he teased the shell of her ear with his tongue. She could hear how labored their breathing had become in the silence of their own little world in the back of the SUV. She knew that he wanted no ties and didn’t want any ties herself. She knew that the sting of his eventual rejection if they did have sex would still bother her. At the moment, she didn’t care. Regrets were for later.

Buy Links:

The Wild Rose Press: http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/4425-dark-deliverance.html

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Deliverance-Tamela-Miles-ebook/dp/B01GAF04OK/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dark-deliverance-tamela-miles/1123874961?ean=2940158509490

And here’s a peek at Tamela’s cover for her forthcoming release!

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More about the Author ~

Tamela Miles is a California State University San Bernardino graduate student with a Bachelor of Science degree in Child Development and a former flight attendant. She grew up in Altadena, California in that tumultuous time known as the 1980s. She now resides with her family in the Inland Empire, CA. She’s a horror/paranormal romance writer mainly because it feels so good having her characters do bad things and, later, pondering what makes them so bad and why they can never seem to change their wicked ways. She enjoy emails from people who like her work. In fact, she loves emails. She can be contacted at tamelamiles@yahoo.com or her Facebook page, Tamela Miles Books. She also welcomes reader reviews and enjoys the feedback from people who love to read as much as she does. 

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Mary’s Tavern Recipes ~ Honey Wheat Bread

Welcome to Mary's Tavern1!Welcome back to the Tavern! So happy you could stop by. Can you believe it’s September? I’m yearning for fall and all the wonderful soups and breads. I’m sharing a favorite this time of year (another is pumpkin bread), so I hope you’ll enjoy it.

I’m frantically making lists and preparing for my book signing at the Scottish Games, presented by the San Francisco Caledonian Club. This is my third year as an author, but I’ve been attending these games for over twenty years! Thrilled to be back! If you have no plans for this Labor Day Weekend, please consider spending the day listening to great music, watching Scottish sports events, savoring delicious foods, visiting tons of vendors, and much more! You can find me with the lovely people at the Scottish Treasures Booth. I’d love to meet you! Here is the website: http://thescottishgames.com/

Now here’s the recipe…

HONEY WHEAT BREAD

2 ½ cups wheat flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

½ teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon baking powder

½ teaspoon cinnamon

½ cup honey

¼ cup vegetable oil

1 ½ cups buttermilk

½ cup chopped pecans, almonds, or walnuts (your choice)

1 tablespoon grated orange rind

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour a 9 by 5-inch loaf pan. Mix all ingredients together, beating until blended. Pour into pan. Bake for 45 to 60 minutes. Turn out onto wire rack and cool.

Sláinte Mhath!

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