Author J.M. Powers

November 17, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News


A maiden, unable to recall who she is, must battle evil to regain the memory of her past and the hope of a future.

Awaking in the forest, a young maiden recalls naught—including her name. Equally conflicting is her desire to both slap and kiss Sir Galeron, the knight who claims to have protected her while she was unconscious. Much to her chagrin, he dubs her “Ruby of the Forest” due to her red hair, and insists she find refuge at his home of Ramstone. Prickling at his demanding ways, but with no other option, she accepts his offer. And although his kiss flames her attraction even more, Galeron dashes it with a confession. The brute is trothed to another.

Ruby’s journey is filled with laughter and weeping, daydreams and discovered abilities. But never does she feel complete. Her heart longs for a future that her past may destroy. Evil lurks, treading on each tidbit of memory she recovers. Will Ruby ever recall her past? And after an attack in the village that sparks a horrific nightmare, does she even want to?

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please tell us a little bit about your current projects?

My newest release, Jewel of Ramstone, is available for pre-order now. The release date is November 14, 2014. (Print book August 2015)

I’m currently working on several books. A contemporary romance about a paralyzed woman rebuilding her life, a historical/medieval romance—book two of the Ramstone series, a fantasy romance about a human in love with an alien, and a co-authored woman’s fiction about the hijinks between twin sisters while they attempt to save a bed and breakfast. I also write story ideas while cooking dinner. A true multi-tasker.

When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer?

I’d say the moment I realized my younger siblings wanted me to make up stories and plays. We had a blast—though Mom wasn’t thrilled about the sheet we nailed to the basement rafters for curtains.

Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day?

In order to make a long story short, I’ll condense. In third grade I wrote a story about a medieval princess with a magic key. My teacher gave me a zero. Her words: “A child your age could not write this. Shame on you.” My father marched to the school the next day, slammed a binder full of my stories and told her to read them. In front of him. (Don’t mess with my Dad.) She apologized, awarded an A, and much to my chagrin, read it in front of the class.

Her words of advice: “Do not ever, ever, stop writing.”

What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections?

One of my favourite pastimes is sewing. I made all my clothes in high-school. I was very active in Drama Club. (Man, the more I talk about school, the more I realize what a nerd I was.)

My hobbies today consist of collecting fairies, backyard vegetable gardening and watching Dr. Who. (Whoa. I’m still a nerd!)

What has been your biggest adventure to date?

If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why?

I’d have to pick the most magical place in the world. There’s this cabin by the Coosawattee River in Georgia where my sister and I escape, write, drink hot cocoa, and act like we are five.

When it comes to food, are you the adventurous type who will try anything once, or do you prefer to stick to tried and true foods and recipes?

When it comes to food, I’m very adventurous. I’ve even had grilled rattlesnake. I love trying new recipes.

What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without?

My coffeemaker. Don’t talk to me in the morning until I have my cup of heaven.

What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”?

Alone time. Alone. No phone. No kids. Put Fleetwood Mac on, light a few candles, dim the lights, and ….yeah.

How do you describe yourself? How would your family and friends describe you?

I would describe myself as true. As cliché’ as this sounds, what you see is what you get. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I fight for the underdog, even when I should probably keep my mouth shut.

It’s hard to say how others would describe me, but they’re free to go at it in the comment section.

What is your favorite comfort food?

Grits with lots of butter and sugar.

What is your favorite season? What do you love about it?

My nickname was Summer for years. I bet you can guess my favorite season. Living in Upstate New York, winters are long and snow in spring in not unheard of. Then the arrival of summer sparks a happy dance. I love watching the lilacs bud then bloom. I adore the smell of new growth, the taste of cotton candy at a summer gathering, and the sound of kids splashing in the pool. Most of all I savour the warmth on my skin.

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J.M. Powers harbors an alter ego of a normal woman named Jeannie. (Her editor is still on the fence about the whole “normal” thing.) Jeannie’s proficient at research, gluten-free cooking, and embarrassing her teenagers by wearing skinny jeans to the grocery store. J.M., the author-ego, plunges so deep into her writing she forgets life outside her creations still goes on. More often than not, J.M. answers with a glassy stare when her family asks what’s for dinner. Despite the craziness between reality and the world of writing, life falls together without broken bones or hearts.



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King Arthur’s Sister in Washington’s Court byKim Iverson Headlee

November 17, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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TITLE – King Arthur’s Sister in Washington’s Court
AUTHOR – Kim Iverson Headlee
GENRE – Science Fiction/Fantasy Time-Travel Romance
– 1 November 2014 (ebook, illustrated)
– February 2015 (audiobook, performed by Caprisha Page)
– November 2015 (hardcover, featuring more than 100 illustrations)
LENTH (Pages/# Words) – (350 pages/70K words)
PUBLISHER – Lucky Bat Books
COVER ARTIST – Jennifer Doneske
ILLUSTRATORS – Jennifer “The Royal Portraitist” Doneske and Tom “The Creature King” Doneske

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Morgan le Fay, 6th-century Queen of Gore and the only major character not killed off by Mark Twain in A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, vows revenge upon the Yankee Hank Morgan. She casts a spell to take her to 1879 Connecticut so she may waylay Sir Boss before he can travel back in time to destroy her world. But the spell misses by 300 miles and 200 years, landing her in the Washington, D.C., of 2079, replete with flying limousines, hovering office buildings, virtual-reality television, and sundry other technological marvels.

Whatever is a time-displaced queen of magic and minions to do? Why, rebuild her kingdom, of course—two kingdoms, in fact: as Campaign Boss for the reelection of American President Malory Beckham Hinton, and as owner of the London Knights world-champion baseball franchise.

Written as though by the old master himself, King Arthur’s Sister in Washington’s Court by Mark Twain as channeled by Kim Iverson Headlee offers laughs, love, and a candid look at American society, popular culture, politics, baseball…and the human heart.







Chapter XI: The Queen in Search of a Baseball Club


CLARICE HELPED ME pack my clothing and accessories for the relocation to London: just what I would need for the first brace of weeks, which amounted to eight large traveling cases, one of which was devoted to my hair accoutrements and cosmetics. Not long after arriving in this century, Clarice had introduced me to these wonderful products, which allowed me to create the same visual effect as I had done for decades with the aid of magic; now you sit privy to the secret of how I could cast ever so many enchantments for President Malory and remain looking as glorious as ever.


While I was yet sorting through my garments deciding which to bring and which to leave, my thoughts turned toward a leaving of another sort. I must have appeared sorrowful, for of a sudden Clarice asked if aught ailed me.


“I shall miss you, Clarice, when I get to London.” Since that answer represented only half the truth, I hurried on with: “And yet I know that you shall perform your duties in continuing to oversee my office here in Washington to the utmost of your considerable abilities.”


That made her smile, and she thanked me for the compliment, but her look turned shrewd. “I imagine you’ll miss President Hinton, too.”


“Of course I shall. She has become as a sister to me.”


I resumed examination of the dress I had been holding, a sexy little black thing that I would have loved to have worn only for Accolon…


“Please tell me about him,” said Clarice.


“I beg your pardon?”


The shrewd look was back. Mayhap it had never left. “Sir Accolon. Queen Morgan, you have not—um, partnered with any man of this century more often than once to my certain knowledge, since I manage your schedule. I suspect that you have not yet found anyone you like, let alone love, as well as he. No one of this era could make you go all moony-eyed while looking at a dress; therefore, you must be thinking about Accolon. So, please tell me about him.”


Ha. I knew I had chosen her as my trusted adviser for good reason, and I rewarded her accordingly. As the memories swirled about in my mind, making me yearn even more acutely for Accolon’s company, I said:


“He was a knight with very few peers during his lifetime, excepting only Sir Launcelot and Sir Gawaine. And my brother—those three were the only knights who ever bested him in single combat. So naturally, he was big—in all parts and portions—and muscular, and very strong, yet as a lover he was no brute, but as tender as any virgin maid could ever wish for. His intellect was nearly as keen as mine, as was his eagerness to assist me in righting the wrongs inflicted upon me by my brother. He had hair as glossy black as a raven’s wing, which he kept short-cropped in the old Roman style; he once said it was more comfortable under the helmet than having masses of hair stuffed up under and making the head sweat overmuch. It had a fine curl to it that I found most endearing. His eyes were an unforgettable shade of blue, and he had a strong chin that he kept clean-shaven…Lord God in heaven! Who on earth is that?”


While I had been discoursing on Accolon’s virtues, Clarice had activated her screen, which was now displaying the image of a man who could have been my dead lover’s twin.


Clarice grinned. “You said the other day that you wanted to find another general manager for the Knights. This man is Alexander Leroy ‘Sandy’ Carter, former WBF second baseman and 2073 Tournament MVP for the Connecticut Yankees. Since his retirement as a player, he has served in various capacities for several teams, including as a GM. He is a renowned expert in all matters baseball.”


In any era, when something—or someone—sounds too good to be true, it—or he—usually is. I asked, “If he is so valuable, then why does he not stay with one team?”


A look of chagrin crossed her countenance. “Sandy Carter is what we call a ‘loose cannon.’ He can be temperamental and wild, and he gets into fights with players and coaches and…sometimes even with his bosses. And not just verbal fights, either. Usually his points are quite valid, but his means of expressing them don’t earn him any friends.”


In a word, then, passionate. Passionate men I understood and could work with. It had been thus with Accolon at the start of our association, and look at all I had been able to accomplish with him. Everything I had ever desired, except King Arthur’s throne.


Wit I well that lying and gullibility were two facets of human nature that had not changed in the last fifteen centuries and shall not change in the next fifteen, either. I had learned this while trying to evaluate potential new Knights for the team. Everyone speaks glowingly of his accomplishments and accolades; no one ever mentions his flaws or mistakes or regrets unless a wise employer chooses to ask specific questions of this ilk. Yet Clarice had offered the bad along with the good of this man. Still, I would be forced as a point of honor to relinquish my coveted title of The Wise if I accepted her words at face value; upon turning the thought-receptors toward me, I soon verified everything she had told me about this volatile man.


I asked, “Is Sandy Carter available now?”


Clarice’s grin returned. “For the right price, Queen Morgan, anyone is.”


It took only one call, and Sandy Carter expressed exceeding pleasure and eagerness to accompany me to London as general manager of the Knights. The fact that I had worn the sexy black number during the call saved the team quite a sum with regard to Carter’s agreed-upon salary.


Neither as queen nor as ball club owner do I ever make idle promises.

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Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family, cats, goats, and assorted wildlife. People & creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins — the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-20th century — seem to be sticking around for a while yet.
Kim is a Seattle native (when she used to live in the Metro DC area, she loved telling people she was from “the other Washington”) and a direct descendent of 20th-century Russian nobility. Her grandmother was a childhood friend of the doomed Grand Duchess Anastasia, and the romantic yet tragic story of how Lydia escaped Communist Russia with the aid of her American husband will most certainly one day fuel one of Kim’s novels. Another novel in the queue will involve her husband’s ancestor, the 7th-century proto-Viking king of the Swedish colony in Russia.
For the time being, however, Kim has plenty of work to do in creating her projected 8-book Arthurian series, The Dragon’s Dove Chronicles, and other novels under her new imprint, Pendragon Cove Press. She also writes romantic historical fiction under the pseudonym “Kimberly Iverson.”

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In Pursuit of Miriam by Helen A. Grant

November 16, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News


Dragged by her aunt for a season in Bath, the Honourable Miss Miriam Knightly promises to make herself agreeable to any unmarried man she meets. All in the hope that one of them will overlook her lameness and offer marriage.

Vincent, the Earl of Chantry, needs a wife in order to inherit the funds he needs to prolong his merry London lifestyle. What better candidate for a marriage of convenience than an unfortunate lady with little prospects of gaining a husband? Miss Knightly. He happily foresees planting her at his country estate while he returns to London.

However, Miriam, a lady of independent character and means, secretly refuses to fall at the feet of the gentlemen who do propose—including the handsome Earl of Chantry. His proposal couched in cold business terms, distresses her. For already, his very touch makes her pulse race. Can she accept his proposal and live in hope that one day he will come to care for her?


When Miriam returned to the entrance of the opera house cloakroom, she looked around to see if there was anyone who could assist her to return to her seat, but she did not recognize anyone.
Never mind, she thought. I will take it slowly and get back on my own. Thus resolved, Miriam started to walk and was progressing well until she reached the stairs. She rested for a short time at the bottom of the stairs before starting her ascent. She felt a little nervous because people all around her were hurrying to get back to their seats before the start of the second act. She managed the first step without problem, but just as she stepped onto the second, someone inadvertently brushed against her, causing her to lose her balance and begin to fall backward.
To her surprise her fall was halted before she hit the floor by two large hands that encircled her waist and steadied her back into a standing position. She turned her head to see who had rescued her and found herself looking up into the handsome face of Vincent Mount-Parker, who still held her in his arms. She could feel her face reddening with embarrassment at the same time her heart pounded in her ears. She could feel the heat of his hands through her gown and her body felt scorched where he touched her.
“Th-thank you,” she stuttered. “I appear to have lost my balance.” For goodness’ sake, talk about stating the obvious. He would think her a simpleton.
The earl did not release her. “I am glad I was here to catch you. If you take my arm, I will see that you get back to your seat without further mishap.”
“Oh, please do not trouble yourself,” Miriam implored. “I make very slow progress and I fear you would miss the start of Act Two.”
He shrugged. “’Tis no trouble. I do not think I will suffer too greatly if I miss the start of the next act.” Vincent frowned. Did she not consider the insult to him, as a gentleman, should she refuse his assistance? He purposely steered her upward.
Miriam was about to protest further but took one look at his face, which was set in a stubborn manner, and placed her hand on his arm.
“I am sure you cannot mean that!” exclaimed Miriam. “The opera is enthralling and the characters interesting. The sisters are played so well and the singing is beautiful.”
“In general, I do enjoy the opera. However, I think the first act of this opera may have more appeal to ladies than gentlemen.” A faint smile lifted the corners of his mouth.
Miriam found herself entranced by his mouth. What would it feel like, she wondered, to run her fingers over those well-defined lips? Would they be soft? Firm? Cool or warm to the touch?
Miriam caught herself with difficulty. What in heaven’s name was wrong with her? She brought her mind back to their conversation. Smiling up at him, she agreed that he might well be right, and they both laughed.
“Do you visit the opera house frequently?” asked Vincent. For some reason he found he really wanted to find out a little more about the mysterious Miriam Knightly.
“There is a beautiful opera house in Buxton, close to where I live, that I attend, but this opera has not played there as yet. Have you seen Venus and Adonis? I think it’s my favourite!” Miriam was finding Vincent very easy to talk to.
“I have seen more than one production of that opera. I enjoy it all the more for its being in English,” was Vincent’s honest observation.
In what seemed to be very little time they reached the top of the stairs. By now Miriam found she was having to lean quite heavily on the earl, but this did not seem to bother him in the slightest. In fact, he had shown great consideration; he had not rushed her and had allowed her to set the speed of their ascent. Miriam realized that the second act had indeed already started.
“Please do go ahead,” she begged him again. “You have already missed the beginning of Act Two.”
“It is you I feel will suffer for having missed it more than I, so please think no more of it,” Vincent assured her, knowing this to be the truth. “Do you want me to take you into your box or will you manage from here?” He had quite enjoyed her company and would have been happy to prolong the encounter.
“I can manage well and thank you again for your assistance.” She removed her hand from his arm and gave a small curtsy. He bowed in return before they moved apart.
Miriam slipped back into the box and resumed her seat beside her aunt. But she found she could not settle in to watch the opera. Instead, she kept remembering how it had felt to have strong arms catch her when she had fallen…
Helen A. Grant lives in the county of South Yorkshire, England.
Having been introduced to Jane Austen novels while in high school she developed a life-long passion for historical novels.
With two grown children who have now left home and a lots of storyline ideas Helen has now found the time to pursue her dream of writing historical novels. When she is not writing, Helen works part time as a community nurse with people with learning disabilities.
In Pursuit of Miriam is her first historical novel.
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November 16, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News


“Rich Zahradnik is a superb craftsman…Rich in intrigue.”

–Jeff Clark-Meads, author of The Plowman and Tungol


“I didn’t realize how much I missed seedy gritty corrupt crime-ridden New York City of the 1970s till I read Zahradnik’s debut thriller. Last Words captures the palms-out politicians, the bully cops, the not-so-hapless homeless, the back-stabbing reporters of a city on the brink. The pace speeds up; the whispers and clues and leads all come together for a big empty-the-revolver and fling-the vodka bottle finale. Well worth the trip back in time.”

–Richard Zacks, author of Island of Vice and Pirate Hunter




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 In March of 1975, as New York City hurtles toward bankruptcy and the Bronx burns, newsman Coleridge Taylor roams police precincts and ERs. In LAST WORDS by Rich Zahradnik (Camel Press, $12.49 paperback; $4.95 Kindle), Taylor searches for the story that will deliver him from obits, his place of exile at the Messenger-Telegram. Ever since he was demoted from the police beat for inventing sources, the 34-year-old has been a lost soul. A break comes at Bellevue, where Taylor views the body of a homeless teen picked up in the Meatpacking District. Taylor smells a rat: the dead boy looks too clean and he’s wearing a distinctive Army field jacket. A little digging reveals that the jacket belonged to a hobo named Mark Voichek and that the teen was a spoiled society kid up to no good, the son of a city official. Taylor’s efforts to learn Voichek’s secret put him on the hit list of three goons who are willing to kill any number of street people to cover tracks that just might lead to City Hall. Taylor has only one ally in the newsroom, young and lovely reporter Laura Wheeler. Time is not on his side. If he doesn’t wrap this story up soon, he’ll be back on the obits page—as a headline, not a byline, in Rich Zahradnik’s LAST WORDS.

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The orderly rolled the gurney onto an elevator. Taylor stepped on, too. The orderly read his press pass. It expired in three months, and if Taylor couldn’t get back on the police beat by then, he’d lose it and all the access it gave him. Doors all over the city would slam shut. The thought chilled him.


“Coleridge Samuel Taylor.”


“Just Taylor.” He hated the literary ornamentation of his name.


“Name’s Jackson.”


The autopsy room looked like any operating theater with its silver-domed lights, trolleys of medical instruments and glass- fronted metal cabinets. The acrid smell of disinfectant was even stronger here.


A second orderly came in and helped Jackson shift the wrapped body onto a table, both of them grunting.


“Jesus, this body is frozen stiff,” Jackson said.


The second orderly shrugged and left, as if moving bodies was his only job.


“You said he died of exposure, right?” Taylor leaned in.


“Yeah, but he feels like ….” The orderly frowned. “The last time a body came in frozen solid like this was when a jumper went into the Hudson back in January.” He pulled the sheets open near the neck. The corpse was still dressed and the orderly fingered the material of the outer clothing. “The coat and sweater are cold but not frozen.” He slid his hand inside the sweater. “The undershirt feels like it’s iced right to him. The skin is frozen.”


“That doesn’t make sense.” Taylor looked from the orderly to the body on the slab. “It’s like he froze from the inside out. Or his outer clothes were put on after he froze.” He made a note of this. “Be interesting to hear what the pathologist makes of it.”


“Not much if he thinks he’s cutting a homeless boy. How are you going to do a story on a dead nobody?” The orderly sighed and turned away.


I’ll find out what makes him a somebody. Getting frozen in your underwear and dressed by another person might do the trick.


“You gotta be a big somebody to get your death notice in the papers here.”


This victim’s story already bothered him. The boy was going to disappear. Taylor was watching it happen. No last words for the family. No notice taken anywhere by anyone. It had happened before, with Billy. This was going on now in Taylor’s city. There was no excuse for it.


“When did the body come in?”


“Night watch. Three, four in the morning.”


“You’re just now rolling him in?”


“No room at the inn. Kept the body outside in the ambulance.”


“What if they got another call?”


“Couldn’t. No one to replace the driver’s going off shift. Poor bastards had to take a cab back to their house. These budget cuts are just crazy. So we kept him cold out there. The guys just came back to get their wagon.”


“Where’d they pick him up?”


“The Meatpacking District.” Jackson looked at the body again. “I’ll tell you one thing. I doubt they’ll be cutting today. It’s going to take a whole shift to defrost him. Very strange. Or plain bad luck.”


Only the facts interested Taylor. They’d explain how this boy froze from the inside out, the cause and effect. Nothing unlucky. Nothing strange.


Jackson pulled off the sheet. The dead boy wore an army field jacket similar to Taylor’s. Threads hung at the edges of the rectangle above the left breast pocket where a name patch should have been.


“Whatever the name tag said, it wasn’t this kid’s,” Taylor said. “He’s too young for the military.” Could be the father’s, Taylor thought. Or maybe the boy bought it at the Army-Navy. Taylor would check all that out. The jacket had seen a lot of wear and tear. Some of that might be from life on the street.


“Now that I think of it,” Jackson said, “it looks like the one I got when I fought in Europe. You don’t see these as much. Thing never was warm enough.”


Jackson was right. The boy’s jacket featured lapels instead of a circular collar and the fabric looked thinner. The kid wore dungarees, patched the length of both legs, more patches than jean material really. The “V” of a blue sweater, probably wool, showed under the jacket.


Jackson nodded at Taylor’s jacket. “You a vet?”




“Just like the look?”


“No.” The implication stung, as if his was a fashion statement. His brother, trained to fight somewhere cold in Europe, was ordered to Vietnam. Billy didn’t need the heavy jacket, or didn’t want to pack it, or had wanted to leave something behind with his older brother. Taylor wasn’t sure which. He gave it to Taylor and never came back. Maybe because of the question, the teenager became his brother Billy for a moment. Another kid forever lost to his family. The boy was the same height, though slighter and younger. What was younger when you were dead?


The orderly was saying something, forcing Billy’s face to fade, replaced by that of the dead boy. This face was smooth, without lines, and the nose straight. His lips were full, almost pouting, and his gray eyes looked directly into the bright overhead lights, unblinded and blind. His hair was thick, long and clean, which was odd. If this kid was homeless, it should have been matted and dirty.


“Look at this.” Jackson pointed to the jacket’s right sleeve.


More than twenty national flags were sewn down the outside of the right arm of the field jacket, from the shoulder to the cuff. France, Italy, USA, East Germany, Canada, the USSR, West Germany, Red China, and countries some Taylor couldn’t identify.


Taylor walked around the table. “Same on this side. No unit or rank. Those were cut away a long time ago. Just more flags. It’s like the UN.”


Thousands of army field jackets hung in the closets of New York vets, the families of the dead and even ex-hippies, but none would look like this one. Taylor knew people would remember it. This was starting to look like a story he could follow.


Jackson left the room. Taylor checked the boy’s left hand, leaned in to get closer and used his Bic pen to lift the fingers. They were smooth, almost feminine, with telltale signs of civilized living—clean, well-trimmed fingernails. Not a speck of dirt under any of them. The fingers on the right hand were the same. This kid wasn’t homeless, or hadn’t been for long. The field jacket would lead to someone who knew him, who could tell his story. He listed the countries of the flags he could ID and descriptions of those he couldn’t.


“I thought we were rid of you, Taylor.” Dr. R. Martin Quirk, the assistant coroner, stood inside the door. Taylor looked from Quirk’s long face to the stubby fingers that seemed imperfect instruments for prodding inside bodies, even dead ones.


“This kid wasn’t homeless,” Taylor said.


“What do you know? Don’t turn this John Doe into another of your page one specials. I’ve got six homicides in the cooler, bodies piling up in the emergency room—high priority, cops shooting civilians—and five accidentals, old people who froze to death in their apartments. I’ve got to cut them all anyway. They won’t let me put ‘unpaid Con Ed bill’ as cause on the death certificate.”


“Will you at least check the ‘missing’ list?”


Quirk always claimed to be overworked, but he was just plain lazy.


“That’s a cop’s job.”


“They won’t.”


“I’m not their master, thank Christ. Why don’t you do it? You’re the reporter.”


Taylor decided not to disabuse him of that notion. From his jacket’s right pocket, he pulled out and opened the collapsible Polaroid he carried for capturing a scene when a click was faster than taking notes. A snap-flash and Taylor held the instant photo, a black square until it developed. In two minutes, chemicals and metals would resolve into a color picture of the dead boy’s face. He needed it to track down who the kid was.


“I’ll call you to get cause of death.” He put the developing picture in his coat pocket next to his wallet and went straight through the double doors without glancing back.


Why didn’t the boy show the wear and tear of rough living? He might have been a recent arrival on the street, a runaway who didn’t bargain on the freezing weather and died almost as soon as he ran. A sad story. Newspaper readers loved sad stories, even if they said they didn’t.

Excerpted from the book LAST WORDS by Rich Zahradnik.  Copyright © 2014 by Rich Zahradnik.  Reprinted with permission of Camel Press.  All rights reserved.



RICH ZAHRADNIK is the author of the Coleridge Taylor Mystery series published by Camel Press. He was a journalist for 30-plus years, working as a reporter and editor in all major news media, including online, newspaper, broadcast, magazine and wire services. He held editorial positions at CNN, Bloomberg News, Fox Business Network, AOL and The Hollywood Reporter, often writing news stories and analysis about the journalism business, broadcasting, film production, publishing and the online industry.

In January 2012, he was one of 20 writers selected for the inaugural class of the Crime Fiction Academy, a first-of-its-kind program run by New York’s Center for Fiction. He has been a media entrepreneur throughout his career. He was the founding executive producer of, a leading financial news website and a Webby winner; managing editor of, and a partner in the soccer-news website company Goal Networks. Zahradnik received his B.A. in journalism and political science from George Washington University.

Memoir Revolution by Jerry Waxler

November 14, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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Memoir Revolutionis Jerry Waxler’s beautifully written story as he integrates it with his deep and abiding knowledge and passion for story. In the 1960s, Jerry Waxler, along with millions of his peers, attempted to find truth by rebelling against everything. After a lifetime of learning about himself and the world, he now finds himself in the middle of another social revolution. In the twenty-first century, increasing numbers of us are searching for truth by finding our stories. In Memoir Revolution, Waxler shows how memoirs link us to the ancient, pervasive system of thought called The Story. By translating our lives into this form, we reveal the meaning and purpose that eludes us when we view ourselves through the lens of memory. And when we share these stories, we create mutual understanding, as well. By exploring the cultural roots of this literary trend, based on an extensive list of memoirs and other book, Waxler makes the Memoir Revolution seem like an inevitable answer to questions about our psychological, social and spiritual well-being.


Paperback: 190Pages

Genre: Fiction Publisher: Neuralcoach Press; 1 edition (April 9, 2013) ISBN-10: 0977189538 Twitter hashtag: #MRevolutionWaxler
Memoir Revolution is available as an e-book and paperback at Amazon.

Author Interview:

What is the most unusual job you ever had?

I grew up as a nerd, and intended to go through life relying on brainpower. But during the sixties, I developed an idealistic notion that people who work with their hands are more authentic. When I was around thirty, I had the opportunity to test my theory. I thought working as an assistant manager in a foundry would turn me into a real man. In that dark, dingy manufacturing plant, soot and black sand covered everything, including the sweaty, shirtless men pouring molten metal into black sand molds. Even though I spent much of my workday in the office, and never took my shirt off, by the end of my two-year stint at the foundry, I was feeling pretty buff –as active and hard working as I had been in my lifetime. And I had discovered that hard physical work in a dirty, smelly environment is not my thing.

 In addition to writing, what other modes of artistic expression do you love?

In college I loved to dance, but I was very shy. So I would stay alone in my apartment, turn on the stereo and practice dance steps. When I went to parties, always alone, I tried dancing with girls, but they backed away because I was so intense.

What is the most unusual trip you’ve ever taken?

Here’s one that’s perfect for Romance Junkies. After four years in college, in 1969, I was going to take a quick trip to California, before returning to summer school to finish my degree. A few days after arriving in Berkeley, California, I was invited to a party, where I danced with a tall athletic, blond who was training to become a dancer. We fell madly in love with each other. So I guess all that dancing was preparation to snag a great girl. That two week trip lasted two years, a long story I’m working on in my memoir.

What was the most unusual food you ever ate?

On a trip to India in the 70s, I attended a religious event, where they served free lunch to 100,000 visitors. The westerners were served a modified menu suitable to our wimpy taste buds, but a young woman I met invited me to eat with the locals. I sat on the ground surrounded by thousands of Indians, eating chapattis and Dal cooked on open-pit fires.

The girl who took me into the local lunch line had moved to India from South Africa. As had happened in the vast majority of my romantic endeavors, my clumsy nerdy ways made it impossible to connect. This mess I always made of romance was one of the reasons I spent my life trying to find myself.

Why do you think everyone should write a memoir, or at least try?

Many people think “I haven’t done anything special, so why would anyone want to read about me?” But memoir writing is not about being special. Memoir writing is a creative exercise in which you try to find the compelling dramatic tension contained within your actual circumstances. By writing a memoir, you search for interesting stories about growing up, relating to your family, entering adulthood, traveling or coping with illness or sorrow.

This search for narrative vigor and excellence has the side effect of giving you a clearer sense of who you are and where you’re going. Living with a coherent, integrated sense of self is healthier and more interesting than living with the story that has evolved by chance.

Why do you think memoirs have become so popular?

I think there are many reasons for our growing interest in the stories of individuals, as told in their own voice. Here are a few of the ones I discuss in greater detail in Memoir Revolution:

We are living longer. As we grow older, we have enough life behind us to make a story and enough life in front of us to enjoy that story. Another feature of living longer is that we have more time to see that people change over time. For example, we look more closely at our parents and wonder where they came from. Dinner table stories barely scratch the surface. The best way to understand the whole story is in a memoir.

The Internet Age has changed our relationship to strangers. Before the Internet, we walked past people at the mall or supermarket and didn’t know anything more about them than we could see from their clothes or hair. Social media allows us to share glimpses among strangers through their photos, Facebook status or tweets. The next step to satisfying our curiosity about them and our desire to be known by them can be fulfilled by reading and writing memoirs.

Self-publishing makes memoirs easier to publish and buy. Even if we cannot find a traditional publisher, we can publish the story ourselves, a fabulous creative thrill if not necessarily a money making one.

What advice would you give someone who has not yet been exposed to memoirs about how to get started reading them?

First of all, move beyond celebrity memoirs. I know there are a few profound ones such as Open by Andre Agassi and All that is Bitter and Sweet by Ashley Judd. But to learn the real depth of memoirs, focus on ones by ordinary people.

To find such memoirs, tap into the growing online communities of memoir junkies like me, who believe in the power of memoirs to make better sense of ordinary life. Read my blog, where I’ve written about the impact more than 200 memoirs have had on my life. Read Shirley Showalter’s or Kathy Pooler’s, or Linda Joy Myers, or any blogger who is trying to spread the word that memoirs heal and lift our collective understanding.

My book Memoir Revolution will help you sort through the types of memoirs, and the various goals authors are trying to achieve. At first, seeing the world through another person’s mind might feel strange. But once you get the hang of it, you will be entertained, informed, and inspired by the wide variety of experiences and the courage people show in overcoming their obstacles.
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About the Author: Jerry Waxler teaches memoir writing at Northampton Community College, Bethlehem, PA, online, and around the country. His Memory Writers Network blog offers hundreds of essays, reviews, and interviews about reading and writing memoirs. He is on the board of the Philadelphia Writer’s Conference and National Association of Memoir Writers and holds a BA in Physics and an MS in Counseling Psychology.





———-Blog Tour Dates Monday, November 3 @ The Muffin Stop by for an interview and book giveaway!


Tuesday, November 4 @ Create Write Now

Jerry Waxler stops at Mari McCarthy’s Create Write Now to tell us a little bit about Switching From Journal Writing to Memoir Writing and tells more about his own story – Memoir Revolution.


Wednesday, November 5 @ Choices

Join author and blogger Madeline Sharples as she reviews Jerry Waxler’s book Memoir Revolution. Find out what a memoir author thinks of this intriguing book that is part guide and part memoir! Jerry will also delight reader with a guest post Comparing the Benefits of Journal Writing and Memoir Writing.


Friday, November 7 @ All Things Audry

Join Jerry Waxler and Audry Fryer and find out why Jerry called his latest book Memoir Revolution and register for the giveaway to win your own copy of this fascinating book!


Monday, November 10 @ Lauren Scharhag

Join Jerry Waxler as he writes a guest post about the “Types of Memoirs” for Lauren Scharhag’s blog today! Find out more about Jerry, memoirs, and his book Memoir Revolution!


Tuesday, November 11 @ Vera’s Version

Join Jerry Waxler as a guest blogger as he chats about “Twenty years in choir and the power of habits” at Vera’s Version and find out more about Memoir Revolution and what Jerry has to say about writing your own memoir!


Wednesday, November 12 @ Sherrey Meyer

Read Jerry Waxler’s entertaining and insightful guest post as he visits with fellow author Sherrey Meyer. Sherrey asks the loaded question: “Your bio says you studied counseling psychology. How does that relate to memoir writing?” There will also be one copy of Jerry’s book Memoir Revolution available for giveaway as part of this blog stop. Pop over today and don’t miss a moment!


Thursday, November 13 @ Katherine Hajer

Tune in today as Katherine Hajer reviews Memoir Revolution by Jerry Waxler. See what she thinks about this interesting book!


Friday, November 14 @ Romance Junkies

Join Jerry Waxler as he stops at Romance Junkies for an insightful interview about himself and his unique book Memoir Revolution.


Monday, November 17 @ CMash Reads

Jerry Waxler visits CMash Reads and shares his thoughts on turning his lawn into a story while also providing some insight into his popular book Memoir Revolution.


Wednesday, November 19 @ Bring On Lemons

Join Crystal Otto as she shares her review of Jerry Waxler’s Memoir Revolution and offers readers an opportunity to win their own copy!


Friday, November 21 @ Lisa Haselton

Join Lisa Haselton as she interviews the knowledgeable and interesting Jerry Waxler about his memoir writing book Memoir Revolution. Jerry has graciously provided an ebook copy for one lucky giveaway winner. This is a blog stop you won’t want to miss!



TAG by Shari J. Ryan

November 13, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

What if your family had a big secret . . . a life changing secret. My dad, the bigwig CIA agent, was always on the run, whether he was being chased or doing the chasing. I missed him. Then my mom passed away, and my sister was murdered. I turned my solitude to strength because the alternative was too bleak.

But my luck seemed to turn: I met Tango. And while I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my twenty-two years, danger lurks around every corner and I simply can’t take the chance of it finding me. But his tattoos, his smell, his darkness, and his body— that marine has taken over my every thought. But, what if he too isn’t what I think? A ticking time bomb isn’t going to leave me much time to waver. Even the bravest person can be in need of a miracle.

Before she was gone, my mom warned me to know everyone and trust no one. But what was I supposed to do when I found out I am the one not to be trusted? Turns out, I was always the bait in this conspiracy.

In author Shari J. Ryan’s New Adult novel, TAG, the canyons hold secrets, the waterfalls provide safety, and romance has a pesky way of showing up when you are sweaty and dirty and least expect it.

I’ve been seated among the dozens of other passengers for the past two hours, watching the gate times change a number of times before I see the plane actually arrive. Just as I’m powering my phone down, preparing to board, an awful stench burns my nose from a few inches away. A middle-aged man with greasy black hair and a thick lip-covering mustache who smells exactly like the inside of a port-a-potty has found a reason to sit directly beside me in a row of empty seats. When my eyes unfortunately meet his, he takes the opportunity to speak to me. “Heading to Boston?” he asks. I raise my eyebrows and force a tightlipped smile. I simply follow that with a nod and give him a no shit look. “I heard winter’s coming early this year,” he continues.
“Cool,” I mumble with a sigh. I pull a magazine out of my bag and open it in front of my face, hoping to block my vision of the man’s blackened-stained grin. But it’s only seconds before I’m taken back when his finger sweeps down the bare skin of my collarbone.
“What does that mean?” he asks, pointing to my tattoo.
With a smooth motion, I lay my magazine down onto my lap and place my hand over his, giving him the false notion that I’m a gentle person. I take the opportunity to offer him a slight smile before I twist his forefinger backwards as far as it will go before the expectant snap. “I’m sorry,” I say sweetly. “Did I tell you it was okay to touch me?” I pull down a little harder, and he smiles in response to the pain. But as I hold my hand there, I see the smile begin to fade.
“It’s a free country, chicky,” he sputters as his tongue knocks around between his bare gums.
“Why would you think it’s okay to touch me?” I ask again, keeping my voice calm, yet stern. He licks his lips and looks me up and down, responding with only a look. “Do you go around touching girls half your age because you feel it’s okay?”
He clears his throat and looks around to see who’s watching or listening, but I don’t move my eyes from his. “Why not?” he says, shrugging his bony shoulders. “Besides, you’re definitely asking for it.”
He thinks I’m asking for it? I’m wearing a fucking scoop neck, black long sleeve shirt, jeans, and combat boots. “The only reason it’s okay, is because no one has ever probably told you no. But it occurs to me that after I snap your finger off your hand, you won’t be able to touch people inappropriately anymore, will you?”
He hoots with laughter, dragging in attention he probably shouldn’t want. “You think you could break my finger, little chicklette?”
I pull his finger a little further, and his smile grows. “Ow, stop. You’re hurting me,” he puckers his lips and winks at me.
“Oh, look, it’s your right hand. You a righty?” I turn his hand over and see deep callouses bubbling on his palm. “Yes, you are. So, if I rip this thing off, you wouldn’t miss it, right?” I turn his hand back over and glare into his beady eyes. He’s questioning my words. He’s unsure of my capabilities. And that’s fine. “Sound okay to you? Or are you going to leave and stop touching people?” His smile fades and his eyes widen. I release his hand and offer him a smart-ass smile. “Oh, and the tattoo means death. It’s a Maori Warrior symbol. They used to eat their enemies once they slaughtered them. Cool, huh?”
I see his Adam’s apple struggle to move. He lifts his bag from the ground and nearly trips over his own feet, darting away.
I reopen my magazine to the page I was reading and refocus my attention on an article as I hear a soft chuckle coming from the other side of me. I turn to see who was enjoying the free entertainment and I’m faced with a man who looks to be either a wrestler or in the military—black shaven hair, stiff jaw and bulging muscles on every inch of his arms. His eyes are currently focused on a book, and I suppose he could have been laughing at that, rather than me. But as I question it, his large shamrock green eyes lift and look right at me. A slight grin tugs on the corner of his lips, and he winks so quickly I’m questioning whether it was me who might have blinked. Before I can react, he stands up and walks away.
I swallow hard and refocus my attention on the magazine once more. Stupid attractive man causing a moment of feebleness. I didn’t react, though. He winked at me. I think. And I didn’t make a snide comment or scowl. Weakness.
I let out a few short breaths, regaining my composure. He’s gone. It’s fine.



Shari J. Ryan hails from Central Massachusetts where she lives with her hubby and two lively little boys. Writing has become Shari’s great escape from the real world over the past few years. After a bout of postpartum depression with her first child, Shari was determined to occupy her brain enough to eliminate some of the blue moments in life. When she found writing to help as a newfound therapy, she started her first book. Her books brought her out of postpartum depression and helped her overcome it when her second son was born. Shari likes to think writing saves her mind. She even used one of the characters in the book (the main character’s protagonist mother), to veer away from the type of person she refuses to become. Shari has two happy little boys and the Schasm series to show for her unorthodox therapeutic method.

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November 12, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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PARTICIPATING AUTHORS: Ambrielle Kirk, Renee Luke, Mel Blue, Holley Trent


Reckless Attraction

by Ambrielle Kirk:

 My estranged husband, Rich, is a habitual cheater. He says he has a problem with commitment because he’s messed up in the head. I’ve called him on it more than once. No one likes a liar, no matter how handsome he is. He says he wants me to have casual sex with another man to even the score. I don’t need his free pass. I can do bad by myself. I already have…I spend my days working at the diner and my nights in an adult chat room with a sexy stranger, keeping my body at a distance and my heart safe.

Rich’s biggest mistake didn’t occur when he stepped out on me. His undoing was inviting Trevor Stanley into our bed. Trevor is cocky, arrogant, and holds nothing back, but when he looks at me, I’m drawn to him like light is to dark. Pending my divorce, Trevor seems to think I’m fair game and leaves more than his sex-laced advances on the table. He’s way too tempting and doesn’t seem to think it matters that my soon-to-be ex-husband is his boss.

All I really want is a no-strings-attached fling. The opportunity comes when I receive an anonymous invite to the Hotel Beaudelaire’s exclusive Den of Sin Winterball. But every sin has a price…



Melt Into Me

By Renee Luke

Lawyer Taya Monroe’s coworkers believe she’s an ice princess, but in truth, she’s burning up inside and craving a man too dangerous to court. When a client slips her an invitation to the Den of Sin’s exclusive Winterball Masquerade, she decides to take a chance. She can experience all her sexual fantasies behind the anonymity of a mask, and she knows exactly whom she wants the matchmaker to set her up with: fellow attorney Aiden Cole.

Aiden believes in working hard and playing harder, and commits to everything in his life with passion. However, although he’s had his fair share of lovers, he’s no player. His encounters are sins of the flesh—never the heart. His heart is already claimed. When he’s invited to the masquerade to meet with a secret guest, he accepts…and pegs the masked mystery woman as his untouchable ice princess the moment he sees her move.

At the Den, anything goes, and Aiden’s ready to give Taya his body in addition to his heart. But will she survive the heat of their encounter when he makes her hard-won icy walls come melting down?



Unbidden Desires

Author: Melissa Blue

When your greatest enemy becomes your best lover…

Zora Riley’s intentions were to discover the scandalous story her rival dug up on The Beaudelaire. If the whispers were true then a five-star hotel in New Orleans transformed into a Den of Sin. Just the name of one famous attendant could make the rest of her career, and if Alastair planned to report the story first then she had to be the one to scoop him. It was only fair since he’d been taking her stories for the last six months. But when a heated argument with Alastair turns into a toe-curling interlude, she’s shaken to her core.

Alastair Halliday left Great Britain to make a name for himself in America, but he didn’t come to the Den for a story. Working for years in a dog-eat-dog environment, with insane hours, has left him needing something a little less refined and ambitious…something that will feed his kink. The Den’s winter masquerade ball will allow him to be anyone, someone whose work won’t get in the way of something simple and primal. That is until he kisses Zora, his most tempting rival.

When the weekend is over and the masks come off, will they go back to being enemies or will they stay lovers?





The catcher calls the shots.

When teammates Barton Lock and Evan Boswell arrive separately at the Hotel Beaudelaire’s exclusive Den of Sin Winterball, neither expects the staff matchmaker to pair them with the other. Evan is minor league baseball’s biggest ladies’ man, and Bart has spent way too many nights bearing witness to Evan’s conquests.

Evan came to the Den to play, but knowing Bart is the other party in his secret weekend rendezvous changes the game. Evan’s used to Bart calling the shots on the field, and wouldn’t mind so much if Bart did the same in his personal life, too. Unfortunately, Bart thinks Evan’s attempted seduction has more to do with changing his mind about retiring from their sport than hitting a relationship home run.




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Sharon Hamilton’s SEAL’s Promise

November 11, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News


SEAL’s Promise

Special Operator T.J. Talbot had watched from afar as his best friend married the love of his life. Raised in and out of the foster care system and nearly ruining his chance to become a SEAL, he figured his Happily Ever After would never be. But Dr. Death plays a heartbreaking trick on him and he winds up being the man’s father confessor, where he makes a promise to the dying SEAL to look after his friend’s wife and baby.

Back in the states, Shannon Moore is grateful for the baby she is carrying, though she is a constant reminder of the man who no longer lives at her side. She is not ready for the attention from the community she receives, especially from T.J. She’s decided to honor her fallen husband by giving her whole life to the child he left behind.

Recovering from his wounds, Talbot is plagued by the depth of the wounds he still carries inside him, as he tries to perform a mission he wishes he was not given. Rebuffed at every turn, he struggles but understands his promise might not be able to be fulfilled. He does not want to take what was never given to him in the first place.

But what starts out as an improbable love story begins to bloom and grow. When Shannon and the child are endangered, he will not quit fighting for the family he now knows he was meant to love forever.

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Author Interview:

When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer?

I discovered a love of stories first. I loved hearing stories on my little record player when I was about 4 or 5 years old. It was an RCA Cinderella record player with the audio books in 45 version. Those were my early romances. From there, I developed a love of writing throughout school, and kept a journal from the time I was in Jr. High.

Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day? 

Darynda Jones told me: Don’t write for the market. Find something in the market you can write. That is still the best advice I’ve been given. Don’t chase the market, but find something that is selling that you can write.

 Describe the “perfect” hero. What about the “perfect” hero for you?

He’s confident, perhaps with a few overly confident traits that get him into trouble, but he’s absolutely vulnerable to the right woman. He’s a man of steel but he turns into a puddle when the right woman comes around. Sometimes it is the confidence that he draws strength from, but he is man enough to know that true love and passion are a huge driving force behind his strength.

What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections?

I’m an avid organic gardener. I love to quilt.

 What has been your biggest adventure to date?

Skydiving, taking a Cruise from Italy to Brazil.

If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why?

I’d love to go back to the Caribbean in the 1750’s -1800, and meet Alexander Hamilton, one of my husband’s relatives. I’d love to see what it was like in those days of pirates and pirate ships, intrique, trips to Paris and the start of the colonies. What a time in history, to learn about how we started as a nation and what came before.

 When it comes to food, are you the adventurous type who will try anything once, or do you prefer to stick to tried and true foods and recipes? 

We live in one of the “foodie” capitals of the world, Sonoma County. People come from all over the world to eat here. Drink here (wine country too). I like eclectic restaurants. This morning we had breakfast at the Naked Pig restaurant. Mixed up chairs, dishes, tables and cool music. They serve things like Wild Boar sausage and waffles with whiskey-caramel sauce, eggs benni and killer coffee. We shared a table with a couple from New York who came here from San Francisco (hour+drive) just to eat there. Sometimes I think we have too many choices. My favorite for dinner is at Coppola winery overlooking the vineyards, looking over all the movie memorabilia from Dracula and other great films he did.

What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without?

My Mac Air and internet. And my Dr. Dre headsets.

What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”?

Margaritas in the moonlight, maybe in the hot tub too. I love being out in the country, looking at the lights of the valley below, hearing the crickets and owls and coyotes, seeing the stars and sipping on my strawberry drink. The best!

How do you describe yourself? How would your family and friends describe you? 

Upbeat, positive. Hard worker. I hate phony people, fair weather friends. I have a sense of humor. I would hope people say I’m a good writer.

What is your favorite comfort food?

Chocolate. Probably a cappuccino in the middle of the afternoon too.

What is your favorite season? What do you love about it?

Fall or Spring. Fall for the warm colors and the hot evenings we get here in California. Spring for the great explosion of life. Hard to say which is my favorite.

What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without?

Espresso maker. You ever tried boiled coffee like they do in Europe? Yuck!

What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”?

Dinner at a not-too-fancy place with simple, great food, not stuffy company, fantastic music and beautiful artwork all around with warm colors. If it’s winter, eating by a fireplace is a must. If it’s other times, eating by a water fountain. I like light Brazilian jazz music, conversations that are light and lots of laughter. But you can’t hear anyone else because everything is hopping. That’s romantic to me. Lots of people and all their positive energy.

 What project are you working on next? 

I’ve just finished 4 SEAL books in a row. I love them but I need to change my palate, so I think I’m going to take a risk and do some paranormals. I have a great character who is a hybrid creature I’ve not ready anywhere else.

I’ve been known for my SEALs, but I’m able to write In many other genres and have several books plotted. This one I stopped writing at 45k words, so I think I should finish that one next. Working title is: Gideon: Fall From Grace. Probably will change, though.

 Any place we can find you in person or on the net this month or next?

I blog every other Friday on The Realm:

On the 19th of each month at Romance Books 4 You:

And on my own blog every Sunday, called Sundays With Sharon at

I will be at NINC in St. Petersburg from October 22 to October 26.


Author Bio:

NYT and USA/Today and Amazon Top 100 Bestselling Author Sharon Hamilton’s SEAL Brotherhood series have earned her Amazon author rankings of #1 in Romantic Suspense, Military Romance and Contemporary Romance. Her characters follow a sometimes rocky road to redemption through passion and true love. Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany earned her a #1 Amazon author ranking in Gothic Romance.

A lifelong organic vegetable and flower gardener, Sharon and her husband live in the Wine Country of Northern California, where most of her stories take place.

Black Moon Draw

November 11, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News


Award Winning author, Lizzy Ford, is back with a fantastical novel, BLACK MOON DRAW, where we find out what happens when a reader gets sucked into the novel she’s reading.

Reader beware … A woman suffering from heartbreak wishes her life would change and wakes up in BLACK MOON DRAW, an unfinished book written by her favorite author, where she must seek out the hero and help him on his mission if she is to return home.


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ISBN: 978-1-62378-157-6; Kindle: 978-1-62378-159-0 ePUB: 978-1-62378-158-3

Praise for BLACK MOON DRAW: Lizzy Ford has done it again. She has created a story her fans are going to love and one that is different from so many others out there. The reader is transported into the book she is reading. . . I think that this is a story about believing in yourself and not letting what others say or how they treat you, stop you from that. In the end, it’s about what you believe yourself capable of and not be scared to venture out of your comfort zone. I loved it!”—Cindy, Goodreads reader


Synopsis: A reader gets sucked into the book she’s reading and is trapped, unless she convinces the hero of the story to send her home. Just her luck – the book is unfinished, and its sexy hero is far more alpha male than she’s prepared to handle.

What Naia doesn’t know: the story – and its hero – have been expecting her for quite some time, even though she has no idea what she’s doing there.

Naia must learn quickly how to navigate the dangerous, magical world of Black Moon Draw and find a way to complete her journey with the unlikely, uncooperative hero of the story, who holds the key to returning her home.

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About Lizzy Ford:

Lizzy Ford is the author of over thirty books written for young adult and adult romance readers, to include the internationally bestselling “Rhyn Trilogy,” “Witchling Series” and the “War of Gods” series. Lizzy has focused on keeping her readers happy by producing brilliant, gritty romances that remind people why true love is a trial worth enduring. Lizzy’s books can be found on every major ereader library, to include: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Sony and Smashwords. She lives in southern Arizona with her husband, three dogs and a cat.


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Voices Echo by Linda Lee Graham

November 10, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News


Publication Date: June 16, 2014
Repository Press, LLC
eBook; 570 pages

Genre: Romantic Historical Suspense
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The third book in the Voices series, Voices Echo stands alone as a riveting depiction of both the beauty of 18th-century Jamaica and the horrors of plantation life in the British West Indies.
When Albert Ross sailed to Jamaica months after their wedding, Rhiannon Ross believed he’d abandoned her for the sanctuary of his West Indies plantation and complacent mulatta mistress. Not one to live life in limbo, Rhiannon has followed in a bid to secure the funds necessary to ensure her financial independence and position as his lawful wife, and to quell her growing attraction to her unsuitable American advisor, Liam Brock.
Within weeks of her arrival, she finds the estate’s manager has vanished, a slave rebellion brews in neighboring Saint-Domingue, and a bright, young army major is investigating the planters’ activities–including her husband’s. Evading Albert’s attempts to book her passage back to Philadelphia’s safe haven, Rhiannon instead endeavors to unravel the intrigues that threaten her husband and their livelihood.
Determined to put the enticing Mrs. Ross out of his mind, Liam Brock accepts his first assignment as an attorney to escort a young heiress to her father’s Jamaican estate. Convinced his and Rhiannon’s ships have crossed paths, he is stunned to learn Rhiannon is still with her husband, and shocked when he finds her isolated and frightened–a shell of the vibrant woman who still fills his dreams. Torn between his distaste for slavery and his irrational desire to be near Rhiannon, a woman he can never have, Liam decides to stay and soon settles into the island’s rhythm.
But beneath the exotic beauty of an island teeming with vitality beats a sinister pulse. As evidence of smuggling and dark magic are uncovered, Rhiannon realizes that not only is her plantation in danger, but the lives of those she holds dearest are at stake. Though she struggles to conceal her feelings for Liam, she cannot bear the thought that he’s in harm’s way because of her. As greed on the island evolves into violence and violence into murder, Liam and Rhiannon find themselves in the middle of a deadly conspiracy. Both will have to decide how far they will go in the name of protecting the other, and how much they will sacrifice to attain a future neither thought possible.

About the Author

History and real-life narratives had always blended in Graham’s imagination, particularly when she delved into the stories of her family’s ancestors. Eventually the engaging voices of characters who might have lived emerged. Tracing paper trails quickly gave way to creating her own stories, and she hasn’t looked back since.
For more information please visit Linda Lee Graham’s website and blog. You can also connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Google+, and Goodreads.
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