Hi guys...see me waving!!! Okay, I'm extremely late posting my blog and I'm in Vegas having a ball, so I'm going to do a hit and run by shamelessly promoting my latest project (again). We are offering our Box Set: Pure Romance at only 99 cents! This is a great opportunity to try out some new authors cheap...cheap...cheap. So run, don't walk, to one of the following links to get your copy today.Amazon: amzn.to/1F72dM5...
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Here are some blurbs to tell you what you can find in this boxed set and at the end I have posted an excerpt from my story, Loons of a Feather. Enjoy! And don't forget to get your copy...baby needs new shoes. LOL Just sayin...
Blurbs for
Romance Box Set
USA
Today, bestselling, and award winning authors share their favorite romances in
this boxed set that includes suspense, paranormal, science fiction,
contemporary, and historical stories of pure romance.
aHunter4Rescue - Cynthia Clement
A unit of
elite alien warriors, known as Hunters, crash lands on earth. Fiona
witnesses the collision and helps the wounded. Their leader, Ardal, is
torn between getting his men to safety and protecting Fiona, the woman he has
bonded with.
Dreaming of Him - Wendy Ely
Loneliness
has clouded Amber Addaire's life for a while. It's only when she starts
dreaming of a familiar man that she begins to feel better. Trace is a spirit
stuck on earth long enough to let his childhood friend know how much she meant
to him before he died. He can only communicate with her through her dreams and
hopes she will realize who he is soon.
Studs and Stilettos - Bev Pettersen
An
aspiring actress struggles to prove her worth on a Kentucky movie set shadowed
by the mysterious disappearance of a groom twenty years ago. However, her hopes
for redemption are threatened by a sexy horse trainer…and a stone-cold killer.
Protecting Katie – H. D. Thomson
Morgan
Stone will do anything to keep his daughter, Katie. But would he steal? Lie?
Cheat? Most definitely. Caught in the middle of a battle between two men,
Kristin doesn’t know whom to trust. She finds herself falling for Morgan, her
fiancé’s enemy. But when it comes to loving Kristen, will Morgan be willing to
give up everything, even Katie?
More Than Cookies - Christine DePetrillo
Caterer
Sage Stannard is sick of watching everyone else get served a happily ever
after. When will it be her turn? Chainsaw artist Orion Finley is itching to
carve a new life for himself with his daughter. How can he get custody back
from his ruthless ex-wife? When Sage and Orion meet over a bloody couch, will
they need more than cookies to sweeten each other and make their dreams come
true?
Elusive Justice – K. T. Roberts
Book Two of the Gerard-Kensington Series. Two detectives, two
cases…seemingly unrelated until a baffling discovery entwines them forever.
Poetic Justice - Alicia Rasley
A
renegade rare-books dealer and an heiress embark on a sham betrothal for a
lofty literary aim–to prove Shakespeare really was Shakespeare. It would be the
greatest acquisition of his checkered career–a play in Shakespeare's own hand.
But between John and his prize is an obsessed villain. The heiress can lead him
to his goal, but only if he'll risk his life, his freedom, and his loner's
heart.
The Mating Moon - Buffy Christopher
Ivy
knows that as a female Were-tiger, finding a mate is supposed to be her top
priority. But when you can't control your animal side why does that matter? Add
being traumatized by a recent violent attack from her past she feels like she
can't win! How can she control her tiger during the full moon when she’s more
concerned about being killed?
Immortal Heat - Loni Lynne
Book One
in The Guardians of Dacia Series. Some legends are better left to folklore.
Marilyn Reddlin refuses to take heed of a stranger’s warnings to leave Romania.
Draylon Conier must save her from herself and the legend before they both
succumb to Immortal Heat.
Loons of a Feather - Kayce Lassiter
Book One
in The Delta Jane Series. One woman, two men, an inept fairy godfather in pink
cowboy boots, a redneck fairy godmother on a Harley with lips tattooed on her
ass, and a love-match in the making. What the hell can go wrong with that?
EXCERPT FROM: Loons of a Feather
Suddenly, there was a sound that started
as a high-pitched squeal and escalated into a keening noise Shannon could feel
through the fillings in her teeth. She
scrunched her shoulders and looked around to find the source of the horrible
piercing scream.
“What the hell is that?” Michael’s face was pinched as he reached to
cover his ears.
Running toward the charred convertible
was a tiny old woman with hair dye and tin foil strips in her hair. With a towel draped around her shoulders and
a plastic cape flapping in her wake, the woman looked like a caricature of some
weird superhero making a break from the rest home. A fireman tried to intercept her before she
could reach the car and she bashed him with the huge silver patent leather
purse she swung with her right hand.
“Lady, stop!” The fireman was shouting orders. “You can’t go over there.”
“The hell I can’t,” shrieked the old
woman in a voice that made Shannon want to stab a fork in her ears, “that’s my
car!”
The fireman had his hands full trying to
restrain the little old woman. She was
small, but wiry…and pissed.
Waving her arms in the air and
screaming, she continued to swing her purse at the fireman as she dodged and
feinted in an effort to get around him.
“Get out of my way, asshole! My Pookie
was in that car. I have to save him.”
Shannon’s throat slammed shut. “OhmiGod.
Someone was in the car. OhmiGod.”
Just as she started to dart toward the
woman, Michael lunged for her and wrapped his arms around her again. “No, Shannon.
Stay here. If there’s anyone in
that car, the firemen will sort it out.
You’ll only make it worse.”
The panic seized Shannon
completely. “Michael, what if someone’s
dead? OhmiGod, I have to help!” She struggled to get free of Michael’s
embrace, but he had her arms pinned at her side and it was like being tied up
with iron bands. The harder she
struggled, the tighter he held on.
Finally, when Michael lifted her off her feet, she quit struggling and
collapsed with her head on his chest.
“OhmiGod, someone was in the car.”
Michael didn’t say a word. He just held her tight to his chest and
watched the scene unfolding before them.
Firemen were suddenly on the run from
everywhere. They converged on all sides
of the car as two deputies moved in to assist with restraining the old woman in
the black plastic cape. She screamed and
continued to swing her purse like a limp baseball bat as she cursed at the
men.
“You stupid idiots! Get out of my way or I’ll have my attorneys
make sure you never work again. Do you
have any idea who you’re messing with? I
could buy your sorry asses with my pocket change. Now get the hell out of my way!”
Firemen ducked as the purse made another
arc over their heads. The men gave up
trying to catch the woman and, instead, just formed a barrier between her and
the car.
She lunged again and clobbered one of
the deputies in the side of the head with her purse. The momentum of the swinging purse pulled her
off balance and caused her to stumble into the fireman, who took advantage of
the opportunity to pin the woman’s free hand behind her while the unscathed officer
hooked the weapon by one strap and pulled her other hand behind her. A split second later, the huge silver purse
fell to the ground with a loud thunk as the woman continued to struggle against
the handcuffs that now encircled her wrists.
“You Damn Nazis!” The old woman screamed. The tin foil strips in her hair flopped and
waved like TV antennas in a tornado as she squirmed and kicked at the men with
her pointy-toed silver slippers. “I’m
gonna have your asses for dinner. You
just wait until I get hold of my lawyers.
You’re all going to regret the day you ever laid a hand on Harriet
Baxter!”
“Holy shit.” Michael’s chuckle rumbled through Shannon as
he held her to his chest. “That’s old
lady Baxter. Someone’s ass is fried.”
The name sounded familiar, but Shannon’s
brain was so scrambled at the moment, she couldn’t place it. “Who is she?”
Michael chuckled again. “Only the biggest ball-buster in town. Her dead husband used to own half the
town. He died and she sold off all his farm
land, but kept the mansion and the IOU’s he held from every politician in Hawkins
Flat and half of Phoenix. Whoever caused
that fire is in deep shit.”
At the reminder of the fire, Shannon
shifted her attention back to the firemen surrounding the car as one of the men
backed away from the car with something dangling from his gloved hand. It was about the same size as the old woman’s
purse and totally black. Steam and smoke
rose off of it as the black soupy liquid covering everything dripped from the
bottom.
Shannon stared. “What is it?”
Her heart thrashed in her chest as her brain scrambled to make sense of
the odd shape. “Oh, God, it’s not a baby
is it?”
“No.
I don’t think it’s human.” She
could feel Michael’s heart pounding in his chest as it matched the beat of her
own. “I think it’s some kind of…small
dog…or maybe a large cat.”
Relief turned Shannon’s limbs to jelly
as her brain reminded her it was still a living being. But it wasn’t human and that made her almost
giddy. “Oh, Thank God! At least it’s not a baby.”
Shannon was frozen in place, transfixed
by the scene unfolding before her. The
fireman set the charred lump on the concrete and stepped back to get a good
look. The old woman in the handcuffs ceased
to scream and curse at the officers as she stared at the blackened thing on the
sidewalk as if she thought it might come back to life. The charred lump smoked and oozed liquid like
something out of a late night horror flick.
Michael’s heart continued to beat in time to hers. The surreal silence was penetrated only by
the sound of the fire retardant liquid dripping off the vehicles.
As Shannon stared at the burned statue,
her brain finally registered a clear image of what it was. A cat.
A very large cat. Its eyes were
open wide and its teeth were bared in a snarl.
It was crouched as if stalking something and one front foot was poised
to rip it to shreds if caught. Other
than being covered in soot and goo, with badly singed hair, it looked oddly
lifelike…as if it might snarl and leap away at any moment, eyes gleaming like
some demon unleashed from the pits of hell.
“Oh, God. How awful.
The poor thing must have suffered horribly.” Shannon’s gut clenched as she thought about
the poor cat’s final moments as it burned alive. The pain was written all over its dead face. It was her fault. She killed this poor cat. The tears welled up in her eyes and she
couldn’t tear her eyes from the grizzly death mask.
The spell was broken when one of the
firemen coughed and turned away from the grizzly scene, his shoulders
shaking. At first, Shannon thought he
might be sobbing, but soon realized he was laughing.
How
dare he laugh!
The other firemen also turned away and
their body language telegraphed they, too, were struggling to control
inappropriate laughter.
Shannon was horrified.
How can
they laugh at a time like this? I murdered
a cat and those heartless bastards are laughing.
Before she could open her mouth to scream
at them for their calloused behavior, she heard Michael choke back laughter
too. Turning on him, the anger exploded
in her gut as she punched him in the shoulder.
“What the hell are you laughing at? The cat is dead. That poor old woman lost what was probably
her best friend and can’t you see how horribly he died? Look at the expression on his face…the pain
must have been excruciating.”
Michael sputtered in an effort to
control his laughter. “Uh…Shannon…I’d
say that cat didn’t feel a thing.” After
a moment, he added, “Unless he was still live when she had his little feet nailed
to the board.”
She stared at him, unclear what he
meant, and still angry over his unfeeling remarks. Then what he said partially registered.
“What?
What are you talking about?”
“Look at it, Shannon. It’s mounted on a board. That’s the famous Pookie…the Maine Coon cat
that’s in every photo old lady Baxter ever had taken. Don’t you recognize who the old woman is
now?”
Shannon stared at the burned cat and
then back at the woman who had begun to fight and shout obscenities and threats
again.
“OhmiGod. Yes. I
know who you’re talking about now.” She
glanced back at the smoking cat. “You
mean that horrible thing is the gorgeous orange and white cat she always made
such a big deal out of. I thought it was
dead. Didn’t that cat die a couple of months
ago?”
Michael nodded. “Yes, and my guess is the old bat had it
stuffed and mounted.”
“Eeeewwww. Gross.”
“And kind of funny when you look at it
now.”
“And she’s carrying it around in her car?”
Another chuckled rumbled through
Michael’s chest. “What kind of nut
stuffs a pet, anyway?”
“A rich one.” Shannon suddenly realized how much trouble she was in. Not only had she trashed half the town, but she’d fried a filthy rich woman’s stuffed pet cat…a filthy rich woman who was noted for being the biggest bitch in Hawkins Flat and had a dozen attorneys on retainer twenty-four-seven. She was toasted—just as toasted as poor, stuffed Pookie.
That's my story, sooty and smoking, and I'm stickin' to it! Hold on tight now 'cuz we're gonna go real, real fast.
Kayce
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