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What Would You Do?

What would you think if freak fires popped up around you regularly, destroying property if not lives? What would you do? Would you think you were crazy? Move across the country hoping it had something to do with the creepy guy in your life? What if the fires followed you to your new home?

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EXCERPT FROM THE BOSS

Plumes of smoke seeped out of the door she’d left open, but the flames were still hiding inside.

Oh God, I have to fix this.

Delaney had thought she’d be safe here. She’d thought the fires that plagued her in Vermont wouldn’t follow her across the country.

She’d been horribly wrong.

She ran to the water faucet that stuck out of the ground about twenty feet from the barn. A long hose already attached lay coiled beside it. With a twist, she turned the water on full force and dragged the hose toward the barn.

I can’t let Sera’s wine burn.

That reason, more than her own safety, drove her actions.

Carefully, she moved closer to the building. Her aching eyes and fuzzy vision didn’t help, but she kept going. She inched inside until she glimpsed flame, then she aimed her hose at the spot and sprayed, using her thumb to focus the water. The fire appeared to laugh at her pitiful effort like a crazed, caged animal. Flames receded in fizzling, smoldering protest before lunging for her with renewed vigor.

I’m not even making a dent.

Delaney stepped forward, not giving up, dousing more of the blaze.

A snap of sound was the only warning she had before the beams above her crumbled. With a scream, Delaney jumped, feet scrambling as she tripped and fell backwards. Luckily the beam didn’t land on her, but it lay so close, heat singed her skin. Grabbing the hose, she crawled back to her feet and turned the spray on the beam.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” a deep male voice thundered in her ear a second before a strong arm banded around her waist.

Delaney found herself hoisted over a shoulder, the air punching from her lungs with a whoosh as her middle connected with a broad shoulder, as she was bodily carried from the burning structure.

She didn’t struggle.

She also didn’t think to let go of the hose.

Her rescuer stumbled over the line and jerked to a halt.

“Damn,” the same deep voice swore and he yanked the hose from her hands.

Realization sank in that she’d been dousing the firefighter who’d “rescued” her, and a completely inappropriate giggle escaped her.

He took off again, not letting her go, jostling her none too gently as he ran across the gravel drive to plonk her on a boulder beside the main winery building. Delaney lifted her gaze up, way up, over his green flame-resistant pants, yellow long-sleeved shirt, and white helmet. A firefighter, but not any kind she’d dealt with before, not based on the clothing. He pinned her to the rock she sat on with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.

Delaney blinked.

Anger and frustration pulled his brows down in an intimidating glower. “Are you hurt?” he asked. Yelled more like, his voice a harsh growl.

Delaney blinked at him again, shock taking over and slowing her brain way down—like molasses in the winter.

When she didn’t answer, his severe expression softened. “Are you hurt?” he repeated, no less urgent, but gentler.

Pull yourself together. Delaney shook her head.

“Is anyone else in there?”

“No.”

“Any animals?”

“No.” At least, she assumed the cat she’d saved was the only creature in there. “It’s for wine. State of the art with temperature control.” No way should fires be happening in the building.

He nodded. “I’ve got this now. Don’t go back in there. Wait here for the paramedics.” He straightened and anything soft about him disappeared behind granite determination.

This guy had it.

Relief surged through her followed by immediate the prick of tears that had nothing to do with the smoke.

Why does this keep happening to me?

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The Easiest Holiday Meal Ever | #MFRWAuthor Blog Challenge

I have a confession to make… While I LOVE great food, and I can cook or bake just fine if I have to, I actually don’t like to cook or bake. I don’t enjoy being tied to the kitchen, probably because cooking is often one of those activities that I can’t multi-task. Just not my favorite.

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That being said, when I have folks over, especially for a holiday meal, I still want to feed them fantastic food. Which is why, over the years, I have garnered a list of the easiest–yet still mighty tasty–holiday meal dishes. (For you food snobs out there…don’t knock these until you try them.) I can cook Christmas dinner with little to no time, stress, or dishes to wash afterward. And yet, I still get asked for my recipes.

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Is He Really That Irresistible?

It’s amazing how closely linked strong emotions can be. Fear, passion, need. But in a moment when you’re bombarded by all of those conflicting inputs, what can you believe?

TheBoss-Teaser#4

EXCERPT FROM THE BOSS

As soon as she saw who stood outside, she sucked in a breath—fear and frustration in equal parts pumping through her system.

Finn.

She didn’t know if she wanted to punch him for scaring her, thank him for coming, or kiss the damn man. The way her nipples were hardening under the soft material of her pink polka dot PJs, she’d say her body was most interested in that last one.

But not when she was fresh out of bed with morning breath and no bra.

He pounded again. “Delaney. Open the door.”

A command, not a request. Maybe punching him was a better idea, even if he was helping her.

He believes you. The thought whispered through her, and her irritation eased marginally.

She left the chain on and cracked the door, peering at him blearily. “It’s six a.m., Finn. I was asleep.”

“Sorry.”

She looked him up and down. “No, you’re not.”

Was that a smile tugging at his lips? “Can I come in?”

She glanced down. “We’re still in PJs.”

“I can wait while you change.”

With a disgruntled sound, she closed the door to take the chain off then swung it wide and plunked her hand on her hip. “You couldn’t have waited for me to be awake?”

He didn’t answer for a long moment, and she swallowed as his gaze traveled from her eyes to her breasts then lower down her long legs.

“What can I do for you?” she asked, and smiled as he jerked his gaze up to her eyes.

Heat. Want. Need. All there in those blue depths. Then he blinked and…back to business. A bucket of ice water had nothing on Finn Conleth.

“I would’ve waited a little longer, but we believe your stalker is in the area,” he said.

Dread punched through her solar plexus and spread out from there, constricting her lungs, and taking over her legs, which no longer wanted to support her. “Oh.”

The room tilted, and she’d bet she was white as a sheet. Groping for the chair behind her, she dropped back to sit on the arm. Relief, only a thread of it, came next. Maybe she wasn’t responsible for the damn fires. She glanced over her shoulder, but Sera wasn’t there. She must’ve gone back to her room to dress.

Finn squatted in front of her, hands on her knees, like yesterday. Was that only yesterday? And just like last time, along with the blaze of awareness, comfort warmed her, as if absorbing into her bloodstream through his touch alone. She liked his hands with their long, thick fingers and nails cut neatly short. Hands that spoke of hard work and capability.

A glance up and she caught her breath. Mr. Down-to-Business was gone, the want back in those penetrating blue eyes.

“You okay?” He reached up and slid one of those hands under the fall of her hair to cup the back of her neck. “I shouldn’t have put it that bluntly. Sorry.”

She shook her head. “It’s better than me being crazy.”

He huffed a laugh. “I didn’t say you weren’t crazy.”

She focused on his lips, pulled up in the closest thing to a smile she’d seen yet, one that tripped up her already racing heart. Then raised her gaze to collide with eyes that singed her with pure need.

They stared at each other, and she silently willed him not to put up those walls again, to do something about this…palpable need. She wasn’t the only one feeling it. Not with the way his hunger stared back at her—raw and unmistakable.

“Bloody hell,” he murmured. Then he leaned forward and claimed her mouth in a kiss shocking in how achingly sweet it was.

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Octobe 2018 | Paranormal Romance Releases

You can tell October is the month for new paranormal romance! Another month of fantastic books. Here are a few to check out.

October 2018 new releases in paranormal romance from friends, favorites, and fellow authors…

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Do or Do Not | #MFRWAuthor Blog Challenge

Thanks to Yoda I have my marching orders. Do, or do not. There is no try.

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This week in the #MFRWAuthor Blog Challenge, we’ve been prompted to write about our biggest fears. I could certainly go on and on about the usual ones many of us share–heights (Yes, I was a skydiver. I’m kookey that way.), spiders, elevators don’t thrill me. You get the point. But, if I’m being honest, there is one fear that rules them all.

Failure.

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Epilogue or Not? | #MFRW Author Challenge

Epilogues are another of my favorite tools as a romance writer. I don’t feel they are necessary or even as helpful for many other forms of fiction. However, with romance, they are almost a must in my opinion.

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According to Writer’s Digest there are six common uses for epilogues: Continue reading “Epilogue or Not? | #MFRW Author Challenge”

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The Boss | Coloring Book!!

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Guess what y’all! I hired the most awesome illustrator to design a coloring book featuring scenes from The Boss! A huge thank you to Arnild Aldepolla for the gorgeous designs, and to Tracy Goodwin for letting me “borrow” this idea. 🙂

Hope you guys love it!!!

THE BOSS | COLORING BOOK

A FIRE’S EDGE STORYBOOK FOR COLORING

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Discover the world of FIRE’S EDGE with The Boss Coloring Book! This deluxe coloring book features more than twenty-five illustrations for you to color as you wish. From dragons, to mates, to firefighters. From kings to danger to intrigue. You’ll find your favorite characters waiting for you to bring them to Continue reading “The Boss | Coloring Book!!”

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Prologue or Not? |#MFRWAuthor Blog Challenge

Prologues are the best!!! I love prologues both as a writer and as a reader!

Can a bad one immediately turn the reader off? Absolutely. A bad prologue is one that is boring, does nothing to drive the story forward or give critical context, is too long, and/or is only used for an info dump.

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Is a prologue a good idea for every story? Continue reading “Prologue or Not? |#MFRWAuthor Blog Challenge”

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September 2018 | Paranormal Romance Releases

Another month of fantastic books. Here are a few to check out. September 2018 new releases in paranormal romance from friends, favorites, and fellow authors…

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Writing Rituals | #MFRWAuthor Blog Challenge

giphy-1This week we’re talking about writing rituals in the blog challenge. The thing is… I don’t think I have one I use consistently. I don’t rub a statue or blow kisses to the writing gods or open things in a certain order. I don’t have lucky socks or have to talk to my mom before I start or anything like that.

What I do have are tricks and habits. I have tons that I call on in different phases of the process, and not always the same way, or the same time in the process. Most frequently used are: Continue reading “Writing Rituals | #MFRWAuthor Blog Challenge”