Celtic Stewards Chronicles returns

Hi everyone. Well, I have a little news for you. At long last, the second volume of my Celtic Stewards Chronicles is available. Yes, the harshad wars continue!
Druid Warrior's Heart (Celtic Stewards Chronicles, Book 2) by Juli D. Revezzo, Celtic, Irish fantasy, Celtic Romance, fantasy
And with a pretty, pretty cover, again by Boulevard Photografica.

For those very, very many of you who enjoyed PASSION’S SACRED DANCE, you might recall Stacy’s helpful ancestor Ruth? This new volume, DRUID WARRIOR’S HEART, is her book. As the series goes backwards in time, DRUID WARRIOR’S HEART takes place in the 1500s on the Macken family’s original homestead in Ireland.
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New Release: The Long Road To You by Jane Leopold Quinn

Today, I’ve invited my friend and romance author Jane Leopold Quinn to the blog. She has a new book out, The Long Road To You, and I invited her to tell us a little about it and the interesting history behind the story. Jane, my friend, you have the floor.

The Long Road To You

The Brothers Agee – Nick

by Jane Leopold Quinn


My two historical western releases are my homage to the western. Their inspiration came from my love of the TV western, The Big Valley. I was/am a Nick Barkley fan. For a while I monitored a fan fiction site relating to this show. Heath was the big favorite, Jarrod fans were strong, but Nick fans were loyal. That black clothing and especially the omnipresent black gloves were somehow sexy. In Nick’s case, a black Stetson didn’t make him the bad guy.

My first manuscript written was The Long Road to You, and it starred a hero named Nick. Around the same time, I was listening to an Andrea Bocelli CD, Sogno, and in particular the song, O Mare e Tu. Its haunting minor chords, the Spanish/Arabic/Gypsy sounds put me in mind of the Flamenco. A young Anglo woman became my heroine, and she became the Flamenco dancer. You’d think a Mexican or Spanish woman would be the dancer, but I turned it around so the properly brought up and schooled American girl fell in love with the Flamenco, tried to break her bonds of propriety, and flee to escape the threat of an arranged marriage. This book became Jake and Ivy, the first in The Brothers Agee series.

Jake and Ivy is available herehttp://amzn.com/B00OEFC9LK

Both heroes Jake and Nick were inspired, in part, by an incident in my husband’s youth. The brothers were raised in an orphanage. Nick left when Jake was ten years old, and they rediscovered each other in Jake and Ivy. My heart ached for the young orphan boys.

After Jake and Ivy’s happily ever after, Nick realized that he yearned to quit roaming, settle down, and find his own home. His visit to Jake’s ranch brings along the discovery of the neighboring ranch owner, Margee McPherson. Margee’s feistiness, independence, and beauty make Nick think of the life he needs now and how long the road has been to this place and time.

The Long Road To You


The Long Road to You by Jane Leopold QuinnNick Gabriel, orphan, outlaw, reformed man, yearns for what his brother Jake has—land, a home, and best of all, a loving wife. Nick pulls a woman off a rearing horse, slamming her sexy, lithe body against his, the impetuous action setting him up to lose his heart.

Margee McPherson’s whole world revolves around running the ranch her father left her and handling the creepy ranch foreman she also inherited. Years before, she’d made a mistake that ended tragically. Now, she won’t allow the drifter cowboy, Nick Gabriel, to get anywhere near her no matter how tall, dark, and handsome he is, and how much she longs to be in his arms.

Both have secrets in their pasts. Will Margee’s fear and guilt keep her from moving forward with her life? Nick’s fallen in love with the beautiful rancher. Can he prove to her his roaming days are over? And will they survive their past secrets, finding the love they didn’t know they craved?


Keeping himself busy in the barn, Nick Gabriel heard the shrill screams. “What the hell?” He sprinted outside. Pandemonium. The ranch yard had erupted with a chaotic din of sounds. A half-ton horse’s iron-clad killing hooves batted the air. His heart almost exploded in his chest in fear for the heavily pregnant Ivy. She was right under the rearing gelding.

“Get that damn horse!” he yelled, racing toward them. Christ. The baby.

The second the horse’s front feet hit the ground, the female rider, her legs wrapped around the barrel belly, jerked the reins sharply to the left yanking her mount away from Ivy. Snorting, angry at being thwarted, the beast tossed his head from side to side, dancing and twisting his hindquarters frantically.

Nick’s eyes and throat burned from the dust and dirt kicked up by heavy hooves. With one hand, he grabbed the bridle, pulling it down to force the horse’s head lower. The other hand snared the woman off and into his arms.

“What are you doing! Where’s Ivy?” The female struggled with him, trying to get away.

“Damn it, woman! Hold still.” His heart pounded with a mixture of fury and fear. “Shouldn’t be on a horse if you can’t control it,” he muttered in a tight cold growl.

Her head snapped up. Her light eyes flashed at him. Her mouth opened and closed as she gasped for breath while digging her fingernails into his arm to pry it from around her waist.

“I’ve got him, Nick.”

He let go of the reins when he heard Jake’s voice. Both hands free now, he spun the woman around and slammed her against his chest. She landed hard. They were glued together, chest to thigh. Her fists flew at him, striking wildly at his nose and ears, knocking his Stetson off. He bent her backwards to throw her off balance and gripped one wrist, pulling it in between them. That didn’t stop her. Gasping and grunting, she continued pushing at him and landing increasingly painful blows with her knees added to the mix.

“Let me go, damn you!”

Then she went limp like she was trying to shimmy right out of his arms. Why he just didn’t release her he had no idea. All he knew was that her soft wiggling body felt good in his hands. His fear for Ivy, anger at this woman, and the startling sensuality of her in his arms baffled him. He was hot, and it was caused by more than the blazing sun.

The Brothers Agee Series —

The Long Road To You available now at Amazon – http://amzn.com/B00SX7AR5K

Jake and Ivy available now at Amazon – http://amzn.com/B00OEFC9LK

Author Jane Leopold QuinnBio

Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, “Why don’t you write them down?” Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I’m lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!

My Books

Ellora’s Cave

Lost and Found

The Real Deal


Valentine’s Day

His, Hers & His

The Keeper

Soldier, Come Home

Winning Violetta

A Promise at Dawn

Jake and Ivy

Wooing the Librarian

Home to Stay

The Long Road to You


Undercover Lover

Mercenary Desires

I’ll Be Your Last

Jane Leopold Quinn

My Romance:  Love With a Scorching Sensuality

http://janeleopoldquinn.BlogSpot.com  +  https://twitter.com/jelquinnauthor

Amazon Author Page

What a gorgeous song, Jane and I can see why it influenced your book.  Thank you for being with us, and good luck with your new release. :)

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


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?




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
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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?



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 & Noble –  KoboApple –  Google Play

Author Cynthia Woolf

Author Cynthia Woolf


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.











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!