Thursday, 28 November 2013

Story Teaser - Shadow of Suspicion

Adoption is an incredible gift that anyone can give to a child who doesn't have a family to look after them for whatever reason. For a child, it can be a huge relief to be away from a situation that was no good for them, but what of the child that was adopted from birth and has no idea who their biological family are and why they were given up. It can leave them with so many questions and the sense that there is something significant missing for them.
This is the situation that faces the heroine for the second book in my Haunted by the Past series. She has the chance to meet her real mother and find out the answers to the questions that have burned for her since she was old enough to understand what being adopted really meant. She travels to Devon to take the opportunity to get to know the woman that gave birth to her, but she's in for a nasty surprise when she gets there!
Of course, there is a lot more to the story than meets the eye, including a mysterious ghostly child that suddenly keeps appearing to the heroine, who finds herself tossed into a life and death situation she didn't expect.
I am really enjoying exploring this concept. The characters are just leaping off the page for me. I will be posting a teaser excerpt in the next two or three weeks, so keep your eyes open!
Happy Reading!

Monday, 25 November 2013

Guest Author - Anastasia V. Pergakis

 Anastasia V. Pergakis lives in Columbus, Georgia, with her husband and son. Anastasia started writing at a very young age with cute poems and funny stories. (You know, those little diddies about the apple tree in the front yard.) She did not start writing novels until the age of sixteen. At the time, romance and mystery were her favorite things and so she sat down to write an epic tale of love and crime. Oh, so she thought! Her first attempt has been shelved, collecting dust until the time is right to unveil the horror and fix the ugly work of “art”. Since then, novels have become almost an obsession. With almost sixteen novels in the works, she definitely has her hands full with an overactive muse.
Along with novels, Anastasia also writes dark or funny poetry, the occasional twisted or humorous short story, scripts, articles, and a few blogs.
As you can see, Anastasia has a great love for writing in all forms and shapes and sizes. Her other passions are reading, reviewing, web design, cover art design, and playing games with her son.


Complete the mission, no matter what…
Captain Derac Vidor protects everything he cherishes with a vow and his sword. After twenty years of service, Derac and his team are betrayed with deadly consequences. Evidence points to someone on the inside.
Treason is only the beginning…
No place is safe when a trifocal conspiracy is uncovered. The team must hold out long enough to discover the truth in a web of deceit, fear, and hatred. Time is running out and their allies can only help so much.
The past holds the key…
Clouded memories and forgotten truths hold the answer to saving the team. Can Derac face the gruesome nightmare in time?
A grudge can only wait for so long…

The blonde in blue floated her way to Rakan and sat down in his lap with a giggle. Jardel got a bouncy brunette to land in his lap. Derac was not paying attention and the other blonde in red planted herself on his knees. His head snapped up to look at her.
"Long journey, Warrior?" she purred.
Derac set his face in a grim line. He put his hands on her waist, picked her up and put her on her feet. "I'm not interested, but thank you for the offer."
She pouted and slowly walked away, swinging her hips. Derac sighed and returned to looking at the ceiling.
"That was not very nice," Vivian pouted from Tyn's lap. "You could have at least talked to her."
Derac growled. "Look, while I'm flattered that she would choose me, I am not in the mood, all right?"
"How can you not be in the mood?" Vivian said. She didn’t hide her offense at his words. "Making love is the best thing in the world." She leaned her head back and laughed. Tyn planted a kiss on her collar bone. She giggled and looked at Derac daring him to prove her wrong.
Derac leaned his elbows on his knees and put on his best charming smile. "Why would I pay a woman to be with me when I could have a warrior elf with the perfect body?" He turned his head and winked at Kie. She played along and winked back at him.
"Oh! How sinfully nice!" Vivian laughed.
Aeli looked at Kie in shock. Derac put his hands behind his head and reclined in the chair again, a smug look on his face. Tyn laughed with Vivian but Jardel and Rakan were too distracted by the girls in their laps to pay attention.
"Well, let me show you to your rooms then," Vivian said with a giggle.
She stood and took Tyn's hand and led him through the silk curtains hanging across the doorway. The group picked up their packs and followed them down the hall lined with doors covered in silk to give the appearance of having no doors at all.
Vivian opened the door to one room and Jardel and his girl fell into it with a laugh. Derac growled under his breath. The room across the hall became occupied by Rakan and his blonde.
At the next door, Vivian turned to Aeli. "I can get a man for you if you like," she smiled.
Aeli smiled. "No thanks. I'm much too tired, and I fear he would be disappointed."
As she closed the door to her room, Derac caught her rolling her eyes. He held back a smirk as they continued down the hall. She opened another door and waved her hand dramatically to both Kie and Derac.
Kie opened her mouth to protest but Derac shoved her into the room. He flashed a grin to Vivian and Tyn and kicked the door shut.
"What are you doing?" Kie whispered in a harsh tone.
He held up his hands to stop her. "I just wanted to get away from that Vivian woman. If you had protested, it would have taken longer that I would have had to deal with her."
Kie crossed her arms over her chest. "That's not the point! The whole team will know we are in the same room - in a brothel!"
"What is the problem with that? We've shared rooms before." He grinned wickedly. "We've even snuggled on the floor of a cave remember?"
Kie huffed and flopped down in the velvet covered chair in the corner. Derac cast his gaze around the room and curled his nose. Silk sheets on the four post bed. Silk on the wall. Shag red carpet and velvet seat cushions.
A knock sounded and Derac swung the door open in a wild fashion.
Tyn’s eyes winkled at the corners with his large grin. "I told Vivian you two would need extra blankets. So you can make an extra bed. There are gowns in the wardrobe if you want."
"Thank you," Derac took them and shut the door again.
"At least Tyn is thinking rationally," Kie muttered. She went over to the wardrobe and swung open the doors. "Gowns? Is he serious?" She pulled out a paper thin cotton shift with no sleeves. The low cut collar and see through material made Kie gasp in shock.
Derac smirked. "I bet it's comfortable."
Kie rolled her eyes and put it back into the wardrobe. She dug around and found a cotton gown not quite so transparent.
"I guess this will have to do. I am sick of sleeping in my uniform."
"Me too but I doubt there are sleeping clothes in there for me."
"Then wear nothing. Maybe then that blonde could have an easier time of getting you in the mood." She titled her head back, the maniacal laugh bubbling from her throat.
“I told you, why pay a woman to be with me when I can have an elf with the perfect body?”
“Oh? You think I’d just bend to your advances, hmm?”
He smirked. “I know you would.”
Three long strides carried him across the room. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him.
“I’ve proved my point. Look at how your breath hitches and your heart beats faster.”
“Th…that’s because you startled me.”
He chuckled deep in his chest.
“Let’s talk about you then,” she said. “How your grip tightens on my waist when I try to pull away and your own heart is thundering in your chest. Or how you can’t stop looking into my eyes whenever we gaze at each other. Or how badly you want to kiss me right now.”
“Do you want me to kiss you?” he said, his voice husky and deep.
She swallowed hard. “Yes,” she whispered.
Derac didn’t hesitate and captured her lips with his. The voice in his head telling him he shouldn’t kiss her was silent. The softness of her mouth drowned out all other thoughts in his head.
Her lips parted in invitation. His tongue traced the lines of her lips before plunging into her mouth. Her vanilla scent filled his nose, and he inhaled it deeply. She rose up on her toes, her body pressing closer to his. His arms tightened around her. Derac’s hand roamed up her back and then gripped the back of her neck.
His mind cleared, the only thoughts were how she molded perfectly to him and the feel of her soft mouth.
Derac nipped at her bottom lip. “See? You can’t resist me,” he murmured.
“Hmm, more like you can’t resist me. I’m the elf with the perfect body, remember?"
“Honestly, I really can’t tell with your uniform on.”
“Is that an order to remove my clothes, Centurio?” she whispered.
A growl rumbled deep in his throat. “Would you defy the order?”
She smiled. “I might.” 


Sunday, 24 November 2013

Quote for the Week!

I love this quote. In every book I write, the romance at the heart of it is true love. I am a great believer in true love and waiting for that special person. When you find them, there can never be another because nobody connects with you and completes you in the same way.
If you haven't found your true love yet, keep searching. It is always worth the wait and it is always worth fighting for! Have a great week.

Sunday, 17 November 2013

Quote for the Week

I love this quote. I was lucky enough to be one of those who found her fairy tale prince and married him! Probably one of the reasons why I write a series called the Fairy Tale Match. It's funny, I was planning on writing the second book in the Haunted by the Past series, when Phoenix Rising sprang up in my head and heart strongly. Flo and Lotta (plus some keen readers!) have requested that Rhys have his story told. So, I'm working hard on writing his story right now. I have already designed the cover and it's to die for. I can't wait to share the art work on this new book, but I will restrain myself. I have a long way to go before the story is complete and ready for publishing.
Have a great week everyone. If you haven't found your prince charming yet, don't give up! He'll be there when you least expect it and will be well worth the wait.

Thursday, 14 November 2013

Guest Author - Charlene Raddon

Charlene began her writing life at an early age, often penning stories where she cast herself as the heroine. It was after college when she dug out her old college typewriter and started her first novel, which came from a spirited dream she'd had the pervious night.

While that book never sold, her second novel did. Tender Touch became a Golden Heart finalist and earned her an agent who signed the book, and two others, in a three book contract with Kensington Publishing. Kensington went onto publish five of Charlene's western historical romances: Taming Jenna (1994); Tender Touch (1994 Golden Heart Finalist); Forever Mine (1996 Romantic Times Magazine Reviewer's Choice Award Nominee and Affaire de Coeur Reader/Writer Poll finalist); To Have and To Hold (1997); and as Rachel Summers, The Scent of Roses (1999).

Charlene took a break from publishing, but not from writing. A Kiss and A Dare is Charlene's first paranormal romance.

Divine Gamble is Charlene's latest work and won first place in the western historical category of the 2010 Romance Through The Ages contest.

When Charlene isn't writing, she loves to travel, do genealogy, digital scrapbooking and dyes eggs in the Ukrainian style. And she enjoys camping and fishing with her husband in the Utah wilderness.


Deserted by her father at the tender age of seven, Jenna Leigh-Whittington had taught herself to ride, shoot, brawl…and steer clear of the opposite sex. But now, in a lonely Utah canyon, the Pinkerton agent has drawn her gun on a rugged stranger—only to discover that, far from the dangerous outlaw she’d been tracking, he is Branch McCauley, hired gun…and the most irresistible rascal ever to tempt and torment a woman!


If there’s one thing McCauley trusts less than a female, it’s a female who packs a six-gun. But what a woman! Vowing to bring the sensuous hellcat to heel, McCauley has no inkling that their passionate battle of wills has just begun. Taming Jenna will be the most seductive—and satisfying—job he’s ever taken on.


Jenna scowled as she studied the man by the flickering glare of his campfire. He had the right build and appeared close to thirty, Mendoza's age. But something didn't fit.
The Denver police chief had described her quarry as a spoiled aristocrat, too busy wooing Lady Luck and every other female to be much of a train robber, let alone a killer. But the rogue in front of Jenna looked too lean and hard to be spoiled, too wary and aloof to be a ladies' man.
To Jenna he seemed the perfect gunslinger: cold, tough, and ready to spring. Like a big yellow cougar perched on a ledge. Or a rattler, tightly coiled. Either way, his bite would be deadly.
In spite of the cool night breeze, sweat oozed from her pores. She couldn't forget that lightning draw. Why had she come here? How had she expected to take an outlaw Pinkerton's other agents had failed to bring in? No, she refused to think that way. She was every bit as capable as any man to capture Mendoza. She had to believe that, the same way she had to do what she'd set out to do. Only one question remained: Was this Mendoza or not?
"Who are you, mister?"
"Who am I? Hell, who are you? "
Blast! Did no male exist in this empty wilderness who wasn't so taken with himself that he couldn't cooperate for a change?
She took a calming breath. A body could catch more flies with honey than vinegar, old Charley Long Bow used to say. Jenna figured flies might fancy the hairy creature facing her, so she decided to try being friendly. "Listen, I smelled your coffee and hoped you might spare a cup, is all. You can understand me being a mite leery of walking into a stranger's camp without knowing who I'm hooking up with."
Firelight glinted on the man's straight white teeth as his whiskers parted in a cold smile. "Don't recall inviting company, but I'll play your game. Name's Branch McCauley. Now it's your turn."
His smile unnerved her. It held no humor, only a lethal sort of grimness that cannoned her stomach into her throat and made her wish she'd wired William Pinkerton for instructions instead of going off half-cocked this way. "I'm Jim...Jim White," she lied.
"All right, Jim, how about some honesty? You come here looking for me?"
"I'm not looking for anyone named Branch McCauley. If that's who you are, you've nothing to worry about."
The wide, innocent eyes McCauley studied held honesty. He relaxed. "In that glad to pour you some coffee." He reached for the battered graniteware pot. His visitor's next words froze him in a half-stoop: "I'd feel more welcome if you'd set aside your gun first."
Cool as Montana sleet, McCauley straightened, hand poised above his holster. "Reckon you would. Wouldn't do much for my sense of well-being, though."
So much for trying to be friendly, Jenna thought. What now? She clenched her knees together to still their shaking and swallowed the fear knotted in her throat.
"Look." McCauley shifted his weight to one leg. "Why don't you put your gun away and have a sit? Could be I might know something about the hombre you're hunting.
Hombre. Sounded Spanish. Like Mendoza. It must be him. She had to get his gun away from him. Surprise seemed the best means. She squeezed the trigger of the .44 Starr. The bullet kicked dirt onto the man's scuffed boots. He jumped and let out a yelp as though she'd set his feet afire.
"Dammit, kid, going up against me won't get you anything but a six-foot hole in the ground."
"Shut up and toss over your gun or I'll turn them boots into sieves. 'Course, my sights might be a bit off." She raised the muzzle toward his groin.
"You made your point," he growled as he unbuckled his gun belt and tossed it over.
Instead of the fancy weapon she had expected a gunslinger to own, an ordinary, six-gun lay at her feet. No ivory handle or engraved barrel. Only an ordinary .44 Peacemaker, crafted and worn for one reason—to kill. The thought did funny things to her innards.
"All right," she said, getting back to business. "You aren't going to like this, mister, but I don't know any other way to be sure who you are. Drop them trousers to your ankles."
"Do what?"

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Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Check Out my Interviews Online!

I have been lucky enough to be interviewed by two fantastic sites this week. Check out the links below to read the interviews. There is also a new excerpt from my book, Hidden in Shadows, that has never been posted on my blog before.

I feel very honoured to have been hosted by two such wonderful authors and thank them both very much for their time and effort.

Peggy L Henderson:

Rhosandra Simone:

Thursday, 7 November 2013

The Great BIG Holiday Book Preview Event

I am really happy to be joining the 2013 Great Big Holiday Book Preview event hosted by Robert Stanek. It is now open and many great authors are posting their books for your enjoyment. There is a lot of talent joining the event and you're sure to find something to suit all tastes.
If you would like to join the event and maybe find some great new Indie Authors, please go to

It's a great event and I'll look forward to seeing you there!

Sunday, 3 November 2013

Quote for the Week!

Sorry there has been a week in-between quotes. I was working flat out last weekend with publishing my book etc. Anyway, here is my quote for the week. It's really apt for me right now. I feel like I have achieved so much with my last book. I not only wrote and formatted the book this time, but I also designed and made the cover and I even did my own book trailer. I loved it! Hidden in Shadows has been my creation right down to every little part of it. I can't say how incredible that feels.
If you have a dream, go for making it a reality. Don't listen to anyone who tells you that you can't do it. You can put your mind to achieve anything you want. I did and I couldn't be happier with the results! Have a great week.

Friday, 1 November 2013

Hidden in Shadows Book Trailer

I am really happy to share the book trailer for my latest release. I hope you enjoy it!