New Release Secret Love by Christine Warner

How are you fine folks, today? I have a special treat for you today, a fine author and friend, Christine Warner has released her new book. An historical romance novel set in an unusual time period–the mid-fifties. Since y’all know how I like it when a writer tries something unusual, I couldn’t help but invite her to tell us about it. So, without further ado, introducing

SECRET LOVE: Book One in the Sweet Fifties Series

 Secret Love by Christine Warner

BLURB:

Saranac, Michigan 1955

 

Lizzie Tarleton has always done things her own way—including the time at the tender age of thirteen when she confessed to her brother’s best friend she loved him. But now she’s a new teacher at the local high school, and independent enough to know that you can’t force love. She’ll find love when the time is right—even though her parents are adamant the time is now. The only downfall to her idyllic life is the fact that her childhood crush—who broke her heart—is now her boss. If only she could stop daydreaming about him.

Wayne Whitmore grew up on the wrong side of the tracks and worked hard to get where he’s at in life. Even though he enjoys being principal at the small town high school, he dreams of coaching baseball. When his best friend asks him to watch over his little sister at her new job at Wayne’s school, he agrees. What he doesn’t count on is how she’s grown from the pig tailed kid who told him she loved him, to the woman who breaks his concentration with her beauty and smile. Unable to get over his fascination, and afraid he’ll ruin his friend’s trust, Wayne applies for his dream job—one that will take him far away.

One night while decorating the school gymnasium for an upcoming sock hop, Lizzie and Wayne find themselves alone. They share a kiss and Lizzie realizes her childhood crush for Wayne has never died. Wayne decides he doesn’t want to let Lizzie get away.

Can they come to terms with their secret love and then overcome the other secrets they are hiding in order to get what they each want? Or is their timing for love still off?

 

EXCERPT:

 

She blinked away the heat of tears forming at the back of her eyes. Their conversation had grown too serious. She needed to lighten things up a bit. “Remember when we used to play ‘What if?’”

He laughed. “What if Lizzie wore a dress?”

“Either she was going to church, or her mom was having a ladies’ social.” Lizzie giggled. “Ricky hated that game.”

“He’d get so mad when you’d start it.” He made the final cut on a small snowflake and added it to the pile before him.

“What if Wayne couldn’t throw his famous curve ball?”

“The school trophy case would be one trophy short. What if Lizzie wasn’t teaching here?”

She pouted. “She’d be sad. I have no idea what I’d be doing if I hadn’t found a job here. What does Lizzie have to do to show Wayne she thanks him?” She winked, enjoying their fun.

He cleared his throat. “What if Wayne said Lizzie owed him a kiss?”

Her belly trembled. What if?

“What if he stole one?” His voice lowered and he leaned in.

“Why don’t you find out?” she whispered.

Sounds wonderful, doesn’t it? Would you like to read more? You can find Secret Love at:

  • Buy links Amazon | Barnes & Noble
  • Genre: Sweet Nostalgic Novella
  • Length: 69 Pages
  • The Sweet Fifties Series {Book 1}
  • Release Date: June 9, 2014

 

Author Christine WarnerAUTHOR BIO:

 

Christine Warner is living her dream in Michigan along with her family, one laptop, and a much loved assortment of furry friends.

Besides laughing and a good dose of humor, she enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, reading, writing, but no arithmetic.  A confessed people watcher, she finds inspiration for her stories in everyday activities.  She loves to read and write about strong heroes, and determined, sometimes sassy, heroines.

A girl gone wild, at least where social media is concerned, she enjoys meeting other avid readers and writers on facebook, twitter and her website at christine-warner.com.
Thanks, Christine, and good luck with Secret Love!

It’s here! Release day!!

Juli D. Revezzo:

New releases and news from blogger buddy Harliqueen…Congrats!

Originally posted on A Writer's Life For Me.:

This is it… This is really it!

My books are out there, they have been released into the world.

And I think I’m about ready to explode with excitement and nervousness all at the same time :D Months and months of work and there they are… out for sale!!

Before doing all the release links and things, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone of the blogging and writing community.

When I started this journey, I wanted to connect with others who are going through the same process. And I did, but I also found so many great people who are supportive and genuine in their want to help others succeed in this tough world of books and writing! Every time I’ve asked for help or advice, you guys have been there!

Thank you!

Queen'sJesterCoverThe Queen’s Jester
Fantasy romance.
Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/The-Queens-Jester-Mishka-Jenkins-ebook/dp/B00KLBISGG/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_tnr_1
Amazon.co.uk: http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Queens-Jester-Mishka-Jenkins-ebook/dp/B00KLBISGG/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1_6TCG
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/442154
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22352807-the-queen-s-jester

Blurb:

View original 1,193 more words

Redeeming and releasing a rebel with author Cynthia Woolf

Romance author Cynthia Woolf recently released a new historical romance. I asked her to tell us a little about it.

 

Redeemed by a RebelBlurb:
Jake Anderson killed a man defending his fiancée from a brutal attack, but lost her and his freedom in the process. Now he’s on the run, hunted by one of her murderers and tormented by the need for vengeance.Becky Finnegan will do anything to escape her drunken father’s fists, including slave away at their mine. Her only hope is to strike gold and make a new life for herself somewhere far, far away from Deadwood. But then Jake arrives and does the unthinkable…forces her to feel, to hope…and to love.

Jake would give his life to protect Becky, but all he can offer her is a broken heart, a criminal’s life, and a past haunted by failure. How can he save her when he’s already lost himself? When the devil catches up to him, will he destroy everything, or can the beautiful rebel redeem Jake’s lost soul?

CHAPTER 1

 

August 1876

He’d been dead. Deader than a doornail in a rotted-out door. Becky Finnegan remembered finding Horace Sutter splayed across the rocks like the annual sacrifice to some unknown god. Heck, that wasn’t something she was likely to ever forget. She’d had to leave him to collect her no good, drunkard father, Billy, from The Gem where he spent all the gold she worked her butt off to get.

She’d lied to Billy once again, only given him part of their gold. If she gave him all of it, like he wanted, nothing would be left to buy food or the pans and other equipment she needed to work their claim. And then there’d be no gold for him to go drown his sorrows. Sorrows that were her fault, according to him, since Becky killed her Ma by getting born. And then he’d beat her and she wouldn’t be able to work so there’d be no gold and the cycle would start again. Better to lie to him.

Resigned, she grabbed the mule’s bridle. Buster snorted at the small jerk she gave the gear as she started walking downstream along the narrow path that followed the creek. She’d made this path, going back and forth to their claim on a daily basis. After collecting Billy from The Gem, after he’d spent another night drowning his sorrows. Better there than at their campsite where he’d just complain and then beat her for the hell of it.

She and her father, Billy, originally came from the coal mines of West Virginia. Some said they were rebels because West Virginia was in the south during the War of Northern Aggression. But that was so long ago and there’d been many, many stops along the way. Becky barely remembered the place anymore. She supposed the only reason she didn’t forget it altogether was because she’d lived there with Grandma Bess. Those were the memories she liked to remember. Grandma Bess was so good to her, but then she had to go and die. Then there was just Billy and new place after new place

Every time she hoped this might be the spot, the one where they could put down roots. But it never was. Billy leached the goodwill from the townsfolk until there was none left and they had to move on.

She’d gotten lucky with her education. One of the ladies she worked for took pity on her and taught her to read, write and speak so she was able to get better jobs as time went on. But not good enough to keep Billy supplied which was why she spent all day in the cold river panning for whatever gold, flake or nugget, she could find.

She went into The Gem and saw Billy, face down on one of the tables next to the door.

“Hi, just came to get Billy,” she said to the man behind the bar.

“Ah, if it isn’t Miss Finnegan. Where are your bruises Becky? Guess Billy’s been keeping his fists to himself lately.” Al Swearengen, owner of The Gem and procurer of flesh, said from in front of his second floor office.

“No thanks to you and all the whiskey he downs here,” she said. There was a running dialogue that she had with Al, every time she picked up Billy.

“Thanks for that. I love the gold Billy spends here every night. He almost single-handedly keeps me in business.”

She rolled her eyes and looked over at Billy, wondering if she really could be related to the reprobate. She’d get the barkeep to load him on the mule and then, when they got back to camp, she’d untie him and let him slip to the ground. She used to try holding him up, to slow his fall, but too many times, she’d ended up trapped beneath him until she could shove his heavy body off her. Totally ignorant of the whole situation, he blissfully slept off the effects of his alcohol fueled stupor.

There’d been just as many times she left him at The Gem and let them deal with his sorry ass..

Dan, the barkeep said, “you get your father and get out. I keep telling you, this ain’t no place for a girl like you to be seen.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Dan,” said Al looking dapper in his black three piece pinstriped suit. He wore no tie and his shirt was open at the collar. Becky craned her neck to look upward at him. “We could give her a job that’s a lot easier than working that claim. Wouldn’t you like that Becky? No more standing in the cold river. You’d be flat on your back, but you’d be warm.”

He leaned on the hand rail of the second floor walkway. The small porch like structure went along the whole back of the building, all of the doors to the whores rooms were off of it and visible from the bar where the barkeep could keep track of the comings and goings of the men from the rooms.

“Not today, Mr. Swearengen, but I’ll be sure and keep your offer in mind.” She hoped the sarcasm came through in her voice.

Swearengen laughed. A great rumble from deep in his chest. “You do that. Help her load Billy on to her mule,” he said to the barkeep then he turned away and went back into his office. “See you tomorrow, Becky,” he called over his shoulder.

She nodded, then looked at the fancy women lounging around the room in varying states of undress and silently agreed with Dan. She should get out. She didn’t understand how they could do what they did. She’d rather work day and night in the creek than let any man with a dollar in his pocket touch her in that way.

Redeemed by a Rebel is available at: Amazon -
Barnes & NobleKoboAppleGoogle Play

Author Cynthia Woolf

Author Cynthia Woolf

Bio:

Cynthia Woolf is the author of six historical western romance books and one short story with more books on the way. She was born in Denver, Colorado and raised in the mountains west of Golden. She spent her early years running wild around the mountain side with her friends.
Their closest neighbor was one quarter of a mile away, so her little brother was her playmate and her best friend. That fierce friendship lasted until his death in 2006.
Cynthia was and is an avid reader. Her mother was a librarian and brought new books home each week. This is where young Cynthia first got the storytelling bug. She wrote her first story at the age of ten. A romance about a little boy she liked at the time.
Cynthia loves writing and reading romance. Her first western romance Tame A Wild Heart, was inspired by the story her mother told her of meeting Cynthia’s father on a ranch in Creede, Colorado. Although Tame A Wild Heart takes place in Creede that is the only similiarity between the stories. Her father was a cowboy not a bounty hunter and her mother was a nursemaid (called a nanny now) not the ranch owner.

 

Cynthia credits her wonderfully supportive husband Jim and the great friends she’s made at CRW for saving her sanity and allowing her to explore her creativity.

 

TITLES AVAILABLE

REDEEMED BY A REBEL

TAME A WILD HEART

TAME A WILD WIND

TAME A WILD BRIDE

TAME A SUMMER HEART

CAPITAL BRIDE

HEIRESS BRIDE

FIERY BRIDE

LOVE AND MISERY, a very short story

 

Find out more about Cynthia and her works on her website: www.cynthiawoolf.com

Cynthia on Twitter @CynthiaWoolf

RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman–Movie Monday

Longtime readers know I’ve tried to do a movie review every once in a while. This week I’d planned to review Bill Murray’s Groundhog Day. (because, you know, it’s traditional ;)) But yesterday news came in that an actor we’ve come to love has passed away. Many people may know of Philip Seymour Hoffman from the Hunger Games series, but we here at the tribal grounds first encountered him as pain in the butt reporter Freddy Lounds in the 2002 adaptation of Thomas Harris’ Red Dragon. It was after that, with his role as Reverend Veasey in 2003′s Cold Mountain that we really fell in love with him. If you’ve never seen the movie, Veasey’s … a little less than what you’d come to expect from a preacher, but the character was the comic relief.

He was loveable, though, and made what could’ve been a very dark movie that much more endearing. He was also quite good in Capote I loved how he pulled off Capote’s squeaky voice.

Heck, he was good in every  role. Hoffman passed away yesterday, sadly. The news is all over the place but I just wanted to say here, as a fan, Mr. Hoffman, you will be missed!

Nineteenth century physicians by Susan Macatee

Today, I have invited a historical romance author friend of mine to stop by. She’s got a new story out, The Physician’s Irish Lady, and having read it, I really enjoyed it. So here is Susan Macatee to tell us a little more about it. And keep reading for her giveaway.

Susan, thanks for coming!

In my new release, The Physician’s Irish Lady, the hero is a late nineteenth century physician.

This character originally appeared as a minor character, a friend of the hero, in my 2009 Civil

War romance, Confederate Rose. In that novel, he served as a physician in the Union army, but

now practices at home in a small Pennsylvania town in a rural setting.

In the story, he travels to his patients’ homes to treat illnesses and wounds caused by accidents.

The late eighteen-hundreds saw many advances in both medical knowledge and technology. As

a result, the medical profession itself went through drastic changes. The acceptance of germs

causing diseases, unheard of before the nineteenth century, along with research of the human

body and development of specialized tools, caused a revolution in treatments of illness. The

practice of hygiene, put into use during the American Civil War, aided patients and improved

outcomes for recovery.

Late nineteenth century physicians visited patients’ homes or occasionally worked out of an

office in their own home. Doctors in rural areas needed to be able to travel in a wide area.

Doctors would travel by foot or horseback and needed to carry tools and drugs they could pack

into a small case or saddlebag.

During the Industrial Revolution, hospitals in big cities were looked on as being dirty, breeding

grounds for disease and infection. Because doctors didn’t practice methods for keeping germs

from spreading from patient to patient, a hospital stay would likely cause a person to contract a

new disease, so people avoided them.

Because most doctors worked in large geographic areas, they were expected to treat such

ailments as toothaches, stomach aches, fevers and even sick livestock. It wasn’t until later in the

century that physicians developed specialties in medicine.

Even surgical procedures would be carried out in a patient’s home. Anesthesia was not widely in

use until the end of the century, so complex surgeries weren’t usually performed. And the types

of anesthesia available, ether or chloroform, could asphyxiate a patient. Antiseptic practices also

weren’t common until the turn of the century, so a surgical risk of infection after the fact ran

high.

To learn more about nineteenth century physicians, visit this site:

http://rosemelnickmuseum.wordpress.com/2009/03/11/19th-century-doctors-in-
the-us/

The Physician's Irish Lady by Susan MacateeThe Physician’s Irish Lady releases from The Wild Rose Press and worldwide today.

Blurb: After escaping indentured servitude in late nineteenth century Australia, Keara Fagan is now on the run in America. The Irish native was falsely accused of insurrection against the British and abandoned by the man she thought loved her. Now, she must survive on her own in a strange land.

As Dr. Elliot James travels by train from Philadelphia to York, a young woman faints at his feet.
He’s sworn, as a physician, to aid the sick and injured, but fears this woman requires more than medical help. Enchanted by her beauty and touched by her dignity, despite appearing to be alone in the world, he buys her a meal and offers to find her a place to stay in his small Pennsylvania town.

A mysterious Irishman pursues her to the idyllic town surrounded by farmland. Is he an abusive
husband come to claim his runaway wife, or someone more sinister?

And an excerpt:

Elliot cantered his mare to the house. Twilight made it difficult to make out the fence post, but a

soft glow shimmered through the first floor windows. He slid from the horse and tied her to the

post. He’d take her around to the backyard stable once he’d checked on the women.

He stepped in the door expecting his aunt and Miss Fagan to be warming dinner in the kitchen.

His footsteps echoed over the floor. “Aunt Millie?” he called. “Miss Fagan?”

The kitchen door burst open. Millie’s eyes were wide, her hands knotted in her apron.

Elliot’s heart lurched. “Miss Fagan!” he gasped. “Where is she?”

“Oh, Elliot! She’s gone.”

“Gone! Gone where?” Elliot’s pulse raced.

“She went with Jim. His poor boy is very sick. You must go right away.” She worked her hands

in the folds of her gown.

Elliot blew out a sigh. He’d feared either Morrissey had taken Miss Fagan, or she’d run again.

“I’ll get right over there.” He patted his aunt’s gnarled hand. “Don’t worry.”

He hopped back on his mare and hurried to the sheriff’s home. Light shone through the windows.

He tied up the horse and let himself in. “Jim!” he called, “Miss Fagan?”

Jim appeared, a smile lighting his face. “Your guest is a miracle worker. You should take her on

as a partner.”

Elliot followed Jim up the stairs to the boy’s bedroom. His wife, Maggie, hovered at the foot of

the bed, while Miss Fagan sat beside the boy crooning a lullaby. The boy actually let out a weak

laugh.

She turned and started when she caught sight of Elliot. “Did Aunt Millie send you?”

He nodded and stepped toward the bed. “You gave me a scare, Danny.” He placed his hand on

the boy’s forehead. He seemed a bit flushed but wasn’t burning up.

“What did you do?” he asked Miss Fagan.

She shrugged. “Used compresses and some home remedies I learned back in Ireland from me

grandmother. It took the fever out of him.” She nodded at the boy.

Jim’s wife clasped her hands. She seemed on the verge of tears. “Miss Fagan is a miracle worker,

Doc.”

“So your husband’s told me.” Elliot glanced at Jim who hovered in the doorway.

Miss Fagan stood and motioned for Elliot to take her place by the bed. He sat and gave the boy a

quick examination. “He’ll need plenty of fluids and lots of sleep, but I think he’s on the mend.”

He nodded at the anxious parents.

He stood so Mrs. Buckley could sit by her son, then motioned Miss Fagan and Jim into the hall.

“I’d like to thank you, Miss Fagan, for coming with me.” Jim glanced at Elliot. “I came to get

you, but you were out on a call.”

Elliot studied Miss Fagan. She glanced away, appearing embarrassed at Jim’s praise. “Glad I was

to help, Sheriff. He seems like a fine lad.”

Elliot’s gaze slid over her. If he’d been around when Jim had come to call, he wasn’t sure he’d

have done any better.

The Physician’s Irish Lady is available today from The Wild Rose Press

Also available at Amazon

And other ebook merchants. Visit my website for additional links.

Thanks for hosting me on your blog today, Juli!

author Susan Macatee

author Susan Macatee

Susan Macatee writes American Civil War romance, some with a paranormal twist. From time travels to vampire tales, her stories are always full of love and adventure. She’s spent many years as a Civil War civilian reenactor with the 28th Pennsylvania Volunteer Regiment. She’s a wife, mother of three grown sons, and has recently become a grandmother. Outside of spending time with family, she spends her free time watching favorite old movies, and inhaling books.

Thank you for visiting us, Susan and for this peek into The Physician’s Irish Lady. Congrats on its release and good luck with it! Folks, thanks for stopping by and  for reading!

S.G. Rogers’ new A Gift for Lara

S.G. Rogers has a new novella out folks–free on Amazon right now. And so, as usual, I invited her to tell us a little about it.

A Gift for Lara by S.G. RogersA Gift for Lara -  a Victorian Christmas Story

Synopsis:

Lara Robinson has been carrying an emotional wound for years, stemming from her brief relationship with Miles Greystoke. Unbeknownst to Lara, Miles has scars of his own. Each dread seeing one another again, but circumstances conspire to throw them together over Christmas. When a crisis arises, the two must put their differences aside temporarily to help a family in need. Afterward, will the spirit of Christmas manage to heal their broken hearts?

A Gift for Lara, a Victorian Christmas tale, is FREE on Amazon, December 13th!

Excerpt:

“I have an idea,” Angelica said. “Papa has invited us to Blythe Manor for Christmas. I’ll write back and ask if the invitation could be extended to Miles.” She slid her husband a mischievous glance. “Mistletoe can be quite inspirational to a young man if he’s in good company.”
William lifted an eyebrow. “You’re not suggesting he should consider marriage to one of the twins, are you?”
“Why not? He got along particularly well with Lara at our wedding, as I recall.”
“That was four years ago. The lad has changed a great deal since then.”
“For the better, in many ways. Miles used to be shorter than either Lara or Fiona, and a great deal thicker ’round the middle. At any rate, perhaps he and Lara will reestablish their relationship.”
“I think it’s an excellent notion,” William said. “Ordinarily, I wouldn’t interfere. In this case, however, a little intervention is warranted.”

Sounds like some interesting trouble might be afoot! If you’d like to check it out, like I said above, it’s available at Amazon.  And did I mention? It’s free today on Amazon. :)