Book Blast: Good Faith by Liz Crowe

Today, I'm welcoming Liz Crowe, best-selling author and beer expert (yes, I know! Brilliant!), who celebrates her latest release, Good Faith, a contemporary chronicle about three families and their interlinked lives, with a proper Super Book Blast. Cheers!


Strong personalities—volatile marriages—stressful careers—conflicting goals—difficult children.

Contemporary challenges facing close-knit families form the crucible that forges a new generation. 

Brandis, Gabriel, Blair and Lillian emerge from the entanglement of their parents’ longstanding emotional connections, but one’s star will burn brighter – and hotter – than the others.

 With a personality that consumes everyone and everything in its path, Brandis Gordon struggles to maintain control as he ricochets between wild success and miserable failure. His life proves how even the strongest relationships can be strangled by the ties that bind.

Brandis and Gabe Frietag are as close as any brothers, bound by both loyalty and fierce rivalry. The strength of their ultimate alliance is tested time and again by Brandis’ choices.

Companions from birth, Blair Frietag and Lillian Robinson share loner tendencies, but come to rely on each other through adolescence. As they mature, both are forced to confront their feelings for the men they knew as boys.

Somewhere between the tangle of good memories and bad, independence and addiction, optimism and despair, the intertwined destinies of the new generation finally collide, leaving some stronger, others broken, but none unscathed. 

As a chronicle of three families navigating the minefields of teen years into the turbulence of young adulthood, Good Faith holds up a literary mirror to contemporary life with joys and temptations unflinchingly reflected. Its fresh, real-life voice portrays the sheer volatility of human nature, complete with the hopes, dreams, and unexpected setbacks of marriage, parenthood and “coming of age.”

Release Day Celebration: author Nancy Jardine

Today, I'm delighted to welcome back Nancy Jardine, fabulous author friend and creator of the Celtic Fervour historical adventure series on her latest release day. The second part of the series, After Whorl: Bran Reborn is out today in ebook and paperback formats from Crooked Cat Publishing.

But first, Nancy is delving into her historical research box. Some fascinating insights are revealed! Over to Nancy...

Forgive me - I’m going to get a little ‘Petty’ today. 

Please don’t disappear! Bear with me and I’ll explain. A few names are mentioned in my Celtic Fervour series of novels that in an odd way drive some of the action and yet they either do not appear as characters at all, or have a seriously limited role. ‘Petty’ is one of those names. Are you confused already? Perhaps asking yourself why someone ‘outside of the story’ should have any bearing on the action? 

In the first two novels of my Celtic Fervour series - The Beltane Choice and After Whorl: Bran Reborn - the Roman governor of Britannia plays a ‘behind the scenes’ role. If it were not for the policies of Quintus Petilius Cerialis Caesius Rufus (you can see why I’ve nicknamed him ‘Petty’) my Brigantes, and the other tribes of the north, would be peaceably farming their lands and indulging in little petty warfare with their neighbours. Instead, Governor Cerialis (the name he’s usually referred by) is carrying out orders from the Roman Emperor Vespasian and is orchestrating a campaign of terror in parts of southern and mid- Brigantia. It’s because of the creeping foot of Rome that my characters eventually go to battle at Whorl in The Beltane Choice. The troops of ‘Petty’ triumph at Whorl, though the personal fortunes of the Governor were not always so rosy. His career had many ups and downs, like another notable name – Gnaeus Julius Agricola - who also is named in my novels. (Look out for another blog post on Agricola during this launch tour.  He’s a man I find was a very interesting character!)

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Antonio Tempesta (possibly after Otto van Veen). Cerialis grants mercy to soldiers that went over to the enemy, 69-70 [from the Revolt of the Batavi series]. 1612. Etching. 165 × 210 mm. Amsterdam,Rijksmuseum Amsterdam

Chatting with author Ailsa Abraham

I'm on a roll! ;-)

Today, I'm being quizzed by the lovely Ailsa Abraham, author of the fabulous romantic futuristic adventure, Shaman's Drum.

With a steady supply of hot drinks and cakes, Ailsa and I keep chatting away in her cosy cottage. There's plenty left, so why not join us?!

We'll see you there. Trust me, you'll love her lemon drizzle cake! :-)

Visiting author Nancy Jardine today

I've been chatting over at fellow Crooked Cat and Wild Rose Press author Nancy Jardine's blog today. About what?

Well, Christmas, of course! Markets, snow, candles... Everything that's cosy!

So, please nip over and say hi.

We'd love to see you there!

Black Forest winter wonderland

Dark Deceit in the Crooked Cat Winter Sale

Ahh, the cold season is upon us. Lounging on the sofa by a roaring fire, with a mug of tea or glass of wine, and enjoying a good read! ;-) So, what's better than stocking up on some fantastic releases when they're on special offer. Like now!

The Crooked Cats are having their annual winter ebook sale from 7th-14th December 2013All their ebooks (apart from latest releases) are available on Amazon for only 77p / 99c!

So, don't hesitate to grab your copy of a 5* gripping historical romantic murder mystery!

On his return from battle at Lincoln, Geoffrey de Mortagne, under-sheriff of Gloucester and spy for the Empress Matilda, assists a dying knight caught in an ambush. Promising to look after the welfare of the knight's only daughter, Geoffrey stays at her manor, investigating the murder. Keen to join the Empress on her progress through England, he is torn between his oath and his duty.

Left to defend her manor following her father's death, Alleyne de Bellac reluctantly accepts Geoffrey's support. As she doesn't trust the taciturn stranger, she asks Will d'Arques, an old friend, for help. But loyalties change. Her life in danger and her inheritance at stake, Alleyne must decide which man to trust.

Discover England and Normandy divided by a brutal civil war, where vows are broken as allegiances waver.

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You can also find more reads from the talented Crooked Cat Publishing authors 
on Amazon! Only from 7th-14th December!

A sad farewell...and a new beginning

Bob helping with research
Goodbye, Bob!

Seven weeks ago marked the end of an era in our household – we lost our beloved cat, Bob. We were distraught.

Rewind 9 years. In August 2004, hubby and I moved together into a mews cottage in Cardiff's oldest part, Llandaff. Along we brought my then 11 year old cat, Gizmo.

As Giz was used to cat company, and had been jealous and lonely, we brought Tiger home a couple of weeks after the move. Tiger was then barely 8 weeks old, a playful little kitten. But this time, Giz wasn't happy, and during his first outing, he vanished. Hubby saw him later that night, called out, and Giz turned to him, then turned away and off he went on his way. Posters went up, we called rescue centres, but no black and white male cat was found, alive or dead. A very sad time.

By November, we'd given up hope, when I spotted an ad for a black and white cat found by a colleague. She'd fed him in her garden shed but he kept going after her female cats. She brought him into work one day. Sadly, it wasn't Gizmo, but we couldn't turn him away. A scared, aggressive and raggedy-looking boy of about 3 years old. Hubby named him Bob.

Bob & Tiger keeping warm!
That's how Bob ended up with us. His initial male cat aggression was cut short soon by the vet's scalpel. Over the years, he became more like a lapdog, so focused on hubby and me. And after the move to Edinburgh, he still stayed around the house, never venturing far for fear he'd be kicked out. He turned into the most affectionate and loyal cat, a quirky character yet a deep thinker at the same time.

When Bob's teeth caused him pain in September, we took him to the vet's who was concerned about a growth above his sore teeth. A week – and a dose of antibiotics – later, he had his dental op. The vet didn't dare take a sample of the growth as he didn't want to aggravate it, but told us to be concerned. At first, Bob seemed to recover, even taking food, but after several days, he stopped eating, even though his gums were healing, his breathing grew more ragged. A follow-up visit confirmed the worst. Bob had lung cancer.

Spotlight: Rachel Brimble and A Man Like Him

I'm thrilled to welcome back a wonderful friend and brilliant romance author, the lovely Rachel Brimble. Multi-published, with releases from Harlequin and Kensington, she's one to look out for if you love romance! 

Today, Rachel is chatting about her romantic suspense, A Man Like Him. It's a gripping read full of drama and emotion. I had the pleasure of reading it prior to publication, and the unusual plot–with strong influences from a dramatic, real event Rachel witnessed–just keeps you reading on. 

So, here's Rachel giving us some clues...

(1) What is the location of your story? How did you select that particular location, and what research was involved?

A Man Like Him is the second book in an ongoing series with Harlequin Superromance set in the fictional UK seaside town of Templeton Cove. The town itself is loosely based on a small town in southern England where I used to holiday as a child. For the most part though, the geography is a product of my imagination and a mix of several places I know well.
I wanted to write stories set near the coast because I think water, cliffs, heat and snow near the ocean provides a lot of possible danger to add to my stories.

(2) You allude to Angela's mysterious past. Can you tell us anything about that without giving away the ending?

The whole premise of this book is about escaping the past – not just from Angela’s point of view but Chris’ too. Angela is running from hers, both physically and mentally. The suspense is whether she will ever manage to outrun the demons that chase her. Her past is very symbolic throughout the novel, and one that I hope many readers will relate to.

(3) How did you develop Angela's and Chris' characters? How do you decide on names, physical, personality and emotional characteristics? 

Names for my characters is always a really difficult task and I often change them several times as I’m writing until the right one comes through loud and clear. I start each new book by browsing the internet for images of my hero, heroine and villain (if I have one), I then complete a character sketch for each which, more often than not, brings about their goals, motivations and conflicts…and their all-important backstories.

(4) What are you working on next?

I am currently writing the first draft of the fourth book in the Harlequin series – this will be a Christmas 2014 release, which I am very excited about. This is my first Christmas set story and after a horrible spell of writer’s block is now going smoothly. I hope I haven’t just tempted fate, lol! This is a mainstream romance rather than suspense and features two brand new characters as well as a surrounding cast of existing characters.

I love Templeton Cove!

Thanks for the extra bits of information, Rachel. :-) Now, folks, here's more...



A Man Like Him

Changing her life...again 

After two years in hiding, Angela Taylor knows her independence is worth it. As long as she can escape her past, she has everything under control. Until a flash flood hits the park where she works, and hot Chris Forrester shows up the exact moment she needs a hero. 

Chris proves he can save lives-and weaken a girl's knees. But how can she make him understand that she's off-limits, that getting close to her will endanger his life? Her happiness or his safety: it shouldn't even be a choice. 

Because when you love someone, you protect them, no matter the cost. At least, that's what Angela keeps telling herself....


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Author bio:

Rachel lives with her husband and two young daughters in a small town near Bath in the UK.  After having several novels published by small US presses, she secured agent representation in 2011. In 2012, she sold two books to Harlequin Superromance and a further three in 2013. She also writes Victorian romance for Kensington--her debut was released in April 2013 and she has since signed for three more.
Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing, you’ll find Rachel with her head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside with her family and beloved black Lab, Max. Her dream place to live is Bourton-on-the-Water in South West England.
She likes nothing more than connecting and chatting with her readers and fellow romance writers. Rachel would love to hear from you!


Bound to the Highlander by Kate Robbins - Blog Tour

Well, hello again! Long time no see... :-)

And we're back on air with a cracking hot read by Canadian author Kate Robbins. I recently had the pleasure of meeting her and her brother as they were touring Scotland. We sampled some of Edinburgh's culinary delights together. Needless to say, much food and drink was consumed during many hours spent chatting about, well, Scotland, history, Newfoundland, dogs and cats, and so much more. 

So, of course, I'm thrilled to welcome Kate here! Her new release, Bound to the Highlander, is the first in the Highland Chiefs series published through the lovely folks at Tirgearr Publishing. 

Take a peek and you'll know what I mean...

Book Blurb
Aileana Chattan suffers a devastating loss, then discovers she is to wed neighbouring chief
and baron, James MacIntosh—a man she despises and whose loyalty deprived her of the father she loved. Despite him and his traitorous clan, Aileana will do her duty, but she doesn't have to like it or him. But when the MacIntosh awakens something inside her so absolute and consuming, she is forced to question everything.

James MacIntosh is a nobleman torn between tradition and progress. He must make a sacrifice if he is to help Scotland move forward as a unified country. Forced to sign a marriage contract years earlier binding Lady Aileana to him, James must find a way to break it, or risk losing all—including his heart.

From the wild and rugged Highlands near Inverness to the dungeons of Edinburgh Castle, James and Aileana’s preconceptions of honour, duty and love are challenged at every adventurous turn.

Author Bio
Kate Robbins writes historical romance novels out of pure escapism and a love for all things Scottish, not to mention a life-long enjoyment of reading romance. Her journey into storytelling began with a short screenplay she wrote, directed, and produced which was screened at the 2003 Nickel Film Festival in St. John’s, Newfoundland. She has also written and directed several stage plays for youth. 

Kate loves the research process and delving into secondary sources in order to give readers the most authentic historical romance possible. She has travelled to Scotland and has visited the sites described in her Highland Chiefs series.

Bound to the Highlander is the first of three books set during the early fifteenth century during the reign of James Stewart, first of his name.

Kate is the pen name of Debbie Robbins who lives in St. John’s, Newfoundland, Canada with her hubby, the man-beast, and her two awesome boys, the man-cubs.


The early morning mist was refreshing as she walked along the well-beaten
road leading north toward Inverness. The fog lifted just enough to expose the
stunning landscape. Out here, with the rolling green hills and explosions of colour,
she could spread her arms wide and feel free from the pain gripping her. The
tightness in her chest eased. In the distance, the sharp mountain peaks protruded
from the crawling mist towards the blue sky. The day would be lovely when the fog
burned off.

Aileana reached the crossroads and turned right, following a smaller path
leading east. Thick brush and oak trees framed the path, often giving way to vast
farmlands that lay beyond. Littered here and there were bluebells, lady fingers, and
cowslip. She knelt to collect some, pausing to inhale their sweet scent.

The flowers brought back memories of the many times her uncle had brought
them to her. Widowed and with no children of his own, he took guardianship of
Aileana after her father’s death and came to love and treat her as if she were his
own. All these years, they had only each other and she was lost without him.

Her hair prickled at her nape. She stepped onto the road and looked both
ways, her arms full of flowers. The thunder of hooves reached her ears at about the
same time her peripheral vision caught a flash of something white and very large
coming around the bend just ahead. She leapt out of the way to avoid being
trampled, landing on her backside. She strained her neck and viewed the largest
horse she’d ever seen. The dense fog had prevented her from seeing the horse or its
rider approaching at top speed. She was lucky to have avoided serious injury.

Aileana’s heart raced. She should have known better than to walk alone,
considering all the recent raids. Was the rider friend or foe? She recognized a small
path across the road. If she could get around the giant beast before the rider saw
her, she could slip through the trees undetected.

Within a split second, however, the rider dismounted and held out his large
hand. His deep chuckle made her cheeks burn.

“I’m sorry, lass. I didn’t expect to see anyone out at this hour, nor this far from
any dwelling.”

The tall man took in her appearance, his sweeping glance resting on the
embroidered stitching of her low neckline. His gaze lingered there before travelling
up her throat. She held her breath as his eyes trailed over her body.

“You can ride with me if you like.” His husky voice conjured images of silk
sweeping across her flesh.

She was entranced by the sight of him. Thick muscles flexed beneath a dark
leather jerkin which ended just above his knee and was secured at his waist with a
broad belt. In his current position, she could see his thigh muscle tense and her face
grew hotter. His plaid covered one shoulder and ran underneath his sword arm
secured by a large silver brooch offset with rubies and centered with a wildcat.

They supported the king. It wasn’t well known, but Uncle had speculated to
those he trusted. Anyone who supported a man who pawned his people like cattle
for his personal gain was no friend of hers.

It was clear from his inappropriate suggestion, she was better off not knowing
him. He was no gentleman, despite his expensive accessory and giant horse. No
decent man would speak that way to a lady. Couldn’t he tell by the way she was
dressed that she was no common wench? Then again, it would not matter to this
base sort of man. Either way, without a chaperone, she was not about to remain in
his company for one more second. His hand hung in mid-air, but she ignored it,
hoisting herself instead off the cold ground.

She mustered the most authoritative voice she could. “No thank you.” Aileana
lifted her chin and walked away.

“Wait lass. I’m sorry to have startled you. What are you called?”

Aileana turned on her heel intent to put this rogue in his place and ran into his
chest. She gasped. The thick, rich scent of leather enveloped her, sending an
unexpected shiver down her spine. She stumbled, but he was quick enough to catch
her by the arms before she fell. Her hands splayed flat against his chest. Bulging
muscles underneath his jerkin begged her fingers to stroke their curve.

His bright green eyes bore into hers. While his long brown hair was tied at his
nape, a few strands had broken free and fell loose across his face. She fought the
irresistible urge to reach up and tuck them behind his ear.

“Who are you?”

His deep voice was warm honey on her flesh. He smelled of sweet ale and
she was transfixed by his mouth which curved in all the right ways.
“Perhaps you’re a faerie come to steal me away.”

His raspy voice made her skin tingle.

“Good sir—”

“I bet you taste as delicious as you smell.”

Aileana pushed against his chest. He pushed back. The stranger pulled her
forward, his mouth now no more than an inch from hers. His hard body pressed
against hers, spreading heat to her very core.

His fingers brushed the side of her mouth and his lips parted. Her knees
trembled. His intent was clear and their proximity was inappropriate.

Panic hit her hard.

Somewhere in the Highlands by Beth Trissel

I'm thrilled to welcome back Beth Trissel, award-winning author of romantic historical fiction. Today, she tells us about Somewhere in the Highlands

Highlands. Highlanders. A stolen relic... Bought! :-)

As a keen reader of Beth's novels, I can highly recommend readers to try Beth's wonderful blend of adventure, history and love.

“Never tell me the odds.” ~Han Solo

The motto of the unlikely hero, Fergus, in Somewhere in the Highlands, a fast-paced Sci-Fi Fantasy Time Travel Romance. Untold hours of scheming, dreaming, writing and revising went into this story. Yes, there will be another title in this continuing saga. Don’t ask me when, but plotting is underway. Somewhere in the Highlands is book three in my Somewhere in Time series, following Somewhere My Love, and is the sequel to Somewhere My Lass. Somewhere the Bells Ring is a hauntingly beautiful Christmas romance. 

The idea behind this series is that the story opens in an old home, so far Virginia (I’m a Virginian with deep roots in this historic state), and then transports the reader back in time either in the same wonderful old house, or another place entirely such as the Scottish Highlands. As is the case in Somewhere My Lass and Somewhere in the Highlands. Both stories convey the characters to and from 17th century Scotland via a portal in time, all of which is inspired by my fascination with the past. The unifying characteristic of the series is the paranormal/time travel element, but the stories themselves aren’t necessarily tied together, though some are, and will be. It’s the encompassing theme that matters. Doors play a big role in this series. Behind every door lies a secret, an intriguing puzzle to be solved, so these romances are also suspenseful mysteries.

The Somewhere in Time Series; where the past meets the present.

More about Somewhere in the Highlands: Will the brilliant geek Fergus and lovely but devious Beezus thwart a power mad time traveler wielding a supernatural relic before he kills Fergus’s Highland ancestor?

Well, maybe. Read the story and find out. 

At this point, it’s available exclusively at Amazon, Amazon UK, and all other Amazons actually. The cover is courtesy of my talented daughter, Elise.



The MacDonalds are coming! When Elizabeth MacDonald (a.k.a Beezus Mac) thrusts a sealed gold box at Angus Fergus amid panicked requests for him to hide the stolen artifact, she has no idea the ancient cloth it contains bestows unearthly powers. Red MacDonald knows and he’s hell-bent on traveling 400 years into the future to claim the charmed relic, even kill for it. Protecting Beezus from his old nemesis is only one of Fergus’s problems.

Before they can stop him, Morley MacDonald, descendant of Red MacDonald, snatches the prize and leaps through the time portal to head the MacDonald clan and kill Fergus’s MacKenzie ancestor. If he succeeds, Fergus will cease to exist. Danger grows in the feud between the MacDonalds and the MacKenzies as the pair, along with an ingenious friend and high tech inventions, returns to 1604 Scotland to face these brawny Highlanders and reunite with kin. Will Fergus overcome his mistrust of Beezus and fan the growing spark between them before they battle Morley? If he waits, it may be too late.~


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Christine Warner - Bachelor's Special Bookshelf Tour

Oh no, I'm a little late! :-( 

I'll still bit a warm welcome to the lovely Christine Warner, whose new release, Bachelor's Special, is available now. Christine is a brilliant writer, and readers of contemporary romance get a tasty read here.

Christine has kindly shared her favourite places to write. I must say, I'd be inspired by that view! Wouldn't you be?

So, over to Christine...

There are so many little quirks writers have. One of mine is where I write. To be creative I like to have quiet—which translates to no television or music in the background and definitely no family or friends to pull me out of my writing and into a conversation. That’s the toughest one of all because I really love those family/friend chats.

I am lucky enough to have an office where I can close the door if I need to, but it’s really not a space that inspires me to write. Although I painted it a cheery yellow and there is a window to let in the sunshine, I never get a lot accomplished within those four walls.

In the winter I enjoy writing in my large living room. There are a lot of windows with wonderful views. I can sink into my comfy chair and get to work. When I need a moment to find that perfect word, or to figure out how I’m going to weave a scene I can glance up and get inspired by so many things right outside one of my very own windows.


My all time favorite writing spot is on my front porch. Now, since I live in Michigan I can’t use this wonderful spot all year. Winter wind and snow prevent that. Lol  But when the birds are chirping and the summer breeze tickles my toes this is my favorite spot to write. My dogs are usually roaming around in the yard or hanging out with me on the porch. The breeze is light and relaxing. A glass of iced water or tea is within arms reach. Hummingbirds visit to enjoy a sugary drink from their feeder, and I’m surrounded by awesomeness. Words flow as calmly as the birds glide by when I work from my Adirondack chair. As a matter of fact I wrote several chapters of Bachelor’s Special and this post from this very spot. Just looking at the picture I’ve included makes me instantly go into relaxation mode.

I have several places inside my home that I enjoy spending time, but during the summer there is no place like my front porch.

How about you? Do you have a spot that can totally relax you, or gets your creative juices flowing, or is the place you long to be most of all either with family or friends?

Saute, simmer, and flambé…
Jill Adgate wants three things from life: a successful catering business, the devoted love of an exceptional man, and a family. What she has is no job, a mounting pile of bills, and her outspoken best friend—who sets her up on a blind date with the man who inadvertently ruined Jill’s life.
Chet Castle is a prosperous businessman who has everything, except the ability to trust. Burned by a money-hungry fiancée, he refuses to get involved with any relationship that has a shelf life longer than a head of lettuce.
Intrigued by her ambition—and determined to get her in bed—Chet offers Jill the chance of a lifetime: Work for him for the next eight weeks as his live-in chef and he’ll help her get her catering business off the ground. When sparks fly in the kitchen, Jill realizes what’s cooking with her commitment-phobic employer is a recipe for disaster…but it’s just too tasty to not take a bite.

Her body hummed as his smile wavered. Although he wore sunglasses, she’d bet her last dollar his gaze swept across her chest, lingering on the betrayal of her pert nipples pushing against the fabric of her suit.
Until this moment, shyness had never been a trait she possessed. Air stalled in her lungs, her palms grew sweaty, and she itched to cover herself with a towel. Even though her replica vintage swimsuit hid more than most sets of women’s underwear, she felt too exposed. She turned to the side slightly and folded her legs up. Not that it helped, but it made her feel a bit less exposed. Chet slid his feet from his sandals, brushing a hand through his hair. The heat from the sun wasn’t the only thing scorching her skin. She trickled several droplets of water over her arms, but she couldn’t drag her focus from his toned flesh.
Jill soaked in his ripped abs and the obvious package of goodies covered by his brown swimsuit—the same sexy brown as his hair. Damn, did a man have a right to fill out a pair of swimming trunks like that? Flecks of hair, just enough to give him a manly appeal, covered the etched muscles of his long, tan legs. She licked her lips, hoping she could still speak.
“Do you want some privacy?” Yes, say yes. She needed an excuse to make an escape without coming off like someone desperate to be making an exit.
* * * * *
Hell no, he didn’t want privacy. Through the shield of his sunglasses, he inspected her body from the tips of her pink-painted toenails to the top of her brightly flowered swimming cap. Did people still actually wear those things?
“No, you look comfortable. Stay and enjoy the day.”
“Oh…are you sure?”
Amazed at his own ability to talk without his tongue hitting the cement, Chet turned to throw his towel and sunglasses on a nearby lounge chair. Damn.
The red and white polka-dot halter-style suit featured a tight bodice, but her slender hips and shapely thighs hiding beneath a matching skirt grabbed his attention until all oxygen left his blood. Even showing less skin than the average girl on the beach, she far exceeded sexy and alluring.
Get a grip, Castle. She’s off limits, no matter how delectable. He turned and stepped onto the diving board. He bounced along the surface as he made his way over the water. When he looked at Jill’s bathing cap covering her head, he held back his grin. The neon rubber flowers reminded him of something his grandmother would’ve worn, but there the similarity ended. Everything beneath that cap was far from making him think of Grandma.
About Christine:
Christine Warner is living her dream in Michigan along with her husband, three children, one laptop and a much loved assortment of furry friends. Besides laughing and a good round 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.

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Chatting about the Highlands

I'm visiting fellow Wild Rose Press and Crooked Cat author Nancy Jardine today chatting about one of my favourite topics, the Scottish Highlands!

I'm also sharing an enticing snippet from Highland Arms.

Join us!

Dark Deceit in Crooked Cat Summer Sale

You know, when you plan your holidays – your kids play in the pool, hubby enjoys a cold beer at the bar and you recline on a sun lounger with your e-reader...

But what to read?

Head straight over to Amazon where Crooked Cat Publishing are running their 3-day summer sale! Many fabulous reads – romantic, contemporary, thrillers, mysteries and gripping historicals – are up for grabs at 99c/77p!

Included in the bunch is Dark Deceit!



On his return from battle at Lincoln, Geoffrey de Mortagne, under-sheriff of Gloucester and spy for the Empress Matilda, assists a dying knight caught in an ambush. Promising to look after the welfare of the knight's only daughter, Geoffrey stays at her manor, investigating the murder. Keen to join the Empress on her progress through England, he is torn between his oath and his duty.

Left to defend her manor following her father's death, Alleyne de Bellac reluctantly accepts Geoffrey's support. As she doesn't trust the taciturn stranger, she asks Will d'Arques, an old friend, for help. But loyalties change. Her life in danger and her inheritance at stake, Alleyne must decide which man to trust.

Discover England and Normandy divided by a brutal civil war, where vows are broken as allegiances waver.

Now only 99c / 77p!


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