New Release: Pura Vida by Jasmine Lace.


Simone Morris, a recent UC San Diego grad is devastated that only one of her chosen law schools has accepted her on to their waiting list. Her chances being slim in getting in, she takes up a friend’s offer to visit her in Costa Rica. Before planning her next move, she decides to fly to the place of eternal springtime for a much-needed distraction.

Parker Ryan, a travel writer, is making his way through Latin America. He enjoys backpacking, wildlife hikes, booze and different types of dimes. His job never allows him to settle in one spot for too long which he loves since that means he has an excuse not to get tied down.

When Simone meets Parker at a salsa club, they are the perfect match for a one-night stand. After their amazing night, Simone soon finds her passport has gone missing. Then she receives word that her acceptance into UCLA Law is determined by an interview that is just a week away.

With not enough time to get a new passport, Simone desperately seeks Parker’s help. Through his contacts, Simone journeys with Parker through the beautiful landscape of Costa Rica. Travelling disasters and the heat keep them at each other’s throats, but soon through every setback, they grow closer to each other. Adding more to their sizzling attraction.

Unfortunately, in California, Simone has an important stepping stone to her future while Parker must travel to complete his job assignments. The things that made them perfect bed strangers now has made it impossible for them to stay together.

Their growing relationship causes them to re-evaluate what is really important to them. Is a career of a lifetime worth giving up a possible love of a lifetime?

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#CoverReveal Nowhere To Hide by M’Renee Allen #IRromance #Suspense #Giveaway


It’s time for a cover reveal and a giveaway! You know how I love doing both. Next month, I release book 2 of the Going Nowhere Fast suspense series. Today, I’m sharing the cover for that book!


She’s alone, scared and on the run.

Melanie Pittman never thought her life would end up like this. She’s living life on the run, with two brothers chasing after her. No matter how far she runs, she can’t hide from the Rochester brothers. They both know what she’s done and they plan to make her suffer for it.

Damian wants her dead for the crime she committed. Mason, the man she thought cared for her, wants her to complete the terms of their agreement: sex for his silence. Then there’s her other enemies lurking in the shadows. She can’t hide forever. As her enemies close in on her from all angles, she only has two options: give up or rise up.

Melanie’s tired of being hurt and used.

She’s ready to fight.
To hell with love.


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How did a text message lead to blood on her hands?

Melanie Pittman never should’ve responded to the message her boss sent, demanding she join the festivities at his mansion. With her job on the line, she showed up, only to flee moments later, covered in her boss’s blood.
And his son had watched her flee.

She’d known his willingness to not turn her in was too good to be true. Now he’s blackmailing her: sex for silence. The only thing making this situation worse was the fact that she enjoyed the things he did to her. The way he handled her body, the dirty things he said to her, she loved it all, even though she knew he would never think of her as anything other than a toy he could play with, manipulate. He held her freedom in his hands.

And now his older, more ruthless brother knows what she’s done.

What will it take to keep him silent?




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Nowhere To Run #NewRelease #TuesdayTeaser #GNFseries #Suspense


Today I’m sharing a teaser from my alter ego’s new release, Nowhere To Run. Nowhere To Run is a suspense novel with romantic elements. This drama filled story will leave you on the edge of your seat. And for a limited time, it’s on sale for 0.99.


How did a text message lead to blood on her hands?
Melanie Pittman never should’ve responded to the message her boss sent, demanding she join the festivities at his mansion. With her job on the line, she showed up, only to flee moments later, covered in her boss’s blood.
And his son had watched her flee.

She’d known his willingness to not turn her in was too good to be true. Now he’s blackmailing her: sex for silence. The only thing making this situation worse was the fact that she enjoyed the things he did to her. The way he handled her body, the dirty things he said to her, she loved it all, even though she knew he would never think of her as anything other than a toy he could play with, manipulate. He held her freedom in his hands.

And now his older, more ruthless brother knows what she’s done.
What will it take to keep him silent?


“Melanie,” he called from the other side of the door. “I know you’re scared. Hell, you have every right to be. But I know you did what you did in self defense.”

Melanie swallowed. Was he telling her this just to get her to open the door? He had no idea what happened in that library. What she did could’ve been done out of spite for all he knew. Yet here he was, claiming he knew why she’d done it.


“Look Melanie, my father and I haven’t been close for years. I know I should be sad over his loss. But I’m not. I’m more worried about you than I am him. He hurt so many women. I’m surprised this is just now happening. Let me help you. I can make this go away.”

Could he really help her? He had the money and the connections. If the son of the deceased said she didn’t do it, the cops had to look elsewhere for a killer. They would never find one and this would end up a cold case.

She really needed someone to believe in her right now. And with no family of her own to turn to, Mason could be her only hope. Still, he was Edwin’s son. This didn’t feel right. Trust your gut, she told herself.

“Melanie, I promise I can protect you. You just got to let me in.”

She didn’t want to live her life on the run. She also didn’t want to spend her life in prison. Melanie lowered her gun. Mason Rochester wanted to help her. He would protect her. Was she being naïve?

Hell yes. She aimed her gun at the door. She’d never shot it outside of the gun range before. Tonight would be a night of many firsts for her. Another tear trailed down her cheek. She was a good person.

Why was this happening to her? She’d never hurt anyone before tonight. She always tithed at church. She always tipped the wait staff at restaurants. She treated everyone with respect no matter their race, religion, or sexual orientation. So why the hell was karma fucking her over?

“Come on Melanie. I’m the only one who saw you. My dad’s home is swarming with cops. I snuck out to make sure you were okay, but I have to get back soon. My brother can only cover for me for so long.”

Still she hesitated. She wanted to believe him. She desperately needed someone to be on her side. But if he was lying, that would be it for her. Her life would be over. There would be no one to look out for her grandmother. How sad was it, that her only purpose in life was to care for her grandmother?

“Listen, after I found out he’d died, I went into the security room and removed all of the footage. I destroyed the only evidence that could link you to the crime.”

That wasn’t true. All of the evidence wasn’t destroyed. He could still link her to the crime. One word from him and her life would be over. Still, if he was willing to keep his mouth shut, she would be free. She wouldn’t have to run. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to go anyway.

“Melanie, I’m going to ask one more time, then I’m leaving. Let me in. If you don’t, I have no choice but to tell the police what I saw. I didn’t have to come here. I’m doing this for you.”

She wasn’t so sure about that. The apple never fell far from the tree. She wasn’t foolish enough to believe he didn’t have his own objectives. But what choice did she have? Her grandmother needed her and Mason was offering her a way out. She had to take it.

God help me.

Melanie raced back down the hall to her bedroom and opened her top drawer. She shoved the loaded gun inside before returning to the front door. After taking a deep breath, she reached for the lock on her door.

Her hand trembled against the cold lock. Nerves made her stomach ache and her head throb. It was either Mason or jail, she told herself as she unlocked the door and pulled it open. A December breeze blew into her home sending chills over her flesh.

She stared up into the smiling face of Mason Rochester.

The devil in Armani.


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Cover Reveal: Naomi by Mya O’Malley

Cover Reveal: Naomi by Mya O’Malley

We are proud to present the cover for Naomi by Mya O’Malley, scheduled to release on March 30th! This paranormal romance is the sequel to Maggie, which Mya released in August 2016.


Naomi by Mya O’Malley

Naomi has a knack for attracting attention from ethereal beings—whether she wants it or not. Newly engaged to her sexy neighbor, Bryce, she has little time to celebrate and plan for her upcoming wedding, because no sooner does she wrap up a heartbreaking cold case than she finds herself right back where she started, searching for answers alongside ghostly spirits.

This time, however, Naomi learns that things are not what they seem as a man from her past quickly becomes her worst nightmare. If she’s not careful, this man might crush her hopes and dreams forever as he proves to be her most difficult opponent yet.

Still, Naomi tries to focus on her relationship with Bryce. Can it withstand head games and cruel intentions? Naomi makes it her mission to keep Bryce and his daughter safe from harm, but will true love be tough enough to withstand her adversaries?

Naomi must keep her eyes wide open and question everything— and everyone—in order to survive.



Memories of the not so distant past slammed Naomi. Images of Ryan and Maggie . . .


The ghost that had all but consumed her. Maggie had reached out to Naomi, demanding peace. Naomi admitted to herself that she had become obsessed at that time in her life. Preoccupied with putting both Maggie and Ryan to rest. Luckily, Bryce was loyal and patient to the core during the first hectic months of their new relationship.

What would he say now, knowing that a spirit was back? Knowing that this time it wasn’t the sweet spirit of a girl named Maggie or a quirky, kindhearted man that needed her help?

This time it was worse, far worse.

This time the spirit was unsettled, tortured—and to make matters even daunting . . .

He was her ex-boyfriend.


Author Bio: Mya O’Malley

Mya O’Malley was born and raised in the suburbs of New York City, where she currently lives with her husband, daughter, and three stepdaughters. The family also consists of their boxer, Destiny, and their ragdoll cat, Colby.

Mya earned an undergraduate degree in special education and a graduate degree in reading and literacy. She works as a special education teacher and enjoys making a difference in the lives of her students.

Mya’s passion is writing; she has been writing stories and poetry since she was a child. A romantic at heart, she loves to craft stories with unforgettable characters. In her free time, Mya reads just about anything she can get her hands on. She also likes to travel, and has visited several Caribbean islands, Mexico, and Costa Rica.


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Grateful for my best friends. #Thanksgiving #Romance #chicklit


Welcome to the Thanksgiving Romance blog hop. Today I’m sharing with you what I’m grateful for this holiday season. I’m grateful for my besties, both friends I’ve known for years and those I’ve recently became besties with. Best friends help keep you humble, they keep you grounded. True best friends don’t mind telling you you’re wrong or telling you yes, those pants do make your butt look big. Sometimes best friends can be a pain in the you know what. But at the end of the day, they are always there when you need them. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my holiday romance, Christmas Confusion. The besties in this Romantic Comedy remind me so much of me and my friends.


“Okay,” Greg continued. “The rules are simple. You can either choose truth or dare, but you can’t choose one or the other three times in a row. For instance, Bailey…”
“Hey,” Bailey said. “Why are you picking on me? What have I done now?”
“Nothing yet,” Greg said. “But I got a feeling you are going to try to choose truth every time it’s your turn.”
“I got that same feeling,” Krista said as she blew a strand of her black curly hair out of her face.
“I’m not going to choose truth every time,” Bailey said, even though that had been her initial plan. Both Krista and Greg looked at her like they didn’t believe her. “Whatever. Okay, so we can’t choose one or the other more than two times.”
“That’s right, Bailey. Now, if you choose truth, and refuse to answer the question, you have to take a shot.”
Bailey groaned. Were all of these rules created for her?
“And,” Greg continued, “If you do tell a truth but we feel it’s a lie, you have to take a shot.”
“Did you guys make up these rules with me in mind?” Bailey asked.
“I didn’t,” Krista responded. “These are Greg’s rules and I like them. Okay, so who goes first?”
“I’ll go first,” Greg volunteered. Bailey was glad he was going first. She was sure they were going to make her go first.
“So, truth or dare?” Krista asked Greg.
“Truth,” Greg responded.
Krista turned to her. “Do you want to ask him a question or should I?” Bailey had no idea why she was nervous, it was just a game.
“You ask,” she told Krista.
Krista stared at Greg seated across the table from them “So Greg, how long have you been into men?”
Bailey gasped, “Krista!”
“What?” Krista exclaimed as if nothing was wrong. Bailey knew she was blushing enough for the two of them.
“Calm down, Bailey,” Greg said. “That is the perfect way to start off truth or dare. Now the answer is… drum roll, please.” Krista began beating her hands against the table.
“I’ve been into men since I was about twelve.”
“Are you serious?” Bailey said, “Oops, sorry, that just kind of popped out on its own.” But twelve was a very young age to start liking boys; even for a girl it was too early to be into the opposite sex.
Greg laughed.
“Tell us about it,” Krista said.
“Nope, I’ve answered your question and now it’s my turn to ask a question.”
Oh, goody. “I think I need another shot,” Bailey said. She needed liquid courage to make it through this game. What if he asked her about Max, should she lie or be honest? She should definitely lie.
“Yay, shots. Pour me one.” Krista and Bailey both shoved their shot glasses in Greg’s face. He poured the vodka into their shot glasses before filling his own up.
“One, two, three, shot,” Krista said. They all pinched their noses and downed their drink. The vodka burned Bailey’s throat as it went down. She shook her head, forcing the fluid down her throat.
“I need a chaser,” Bailey said, her mouth felt extra dry.
“Rule number… whatever, no chasers,” Greg said.
“Are you serious?” Bailey asked.
“Yep, house rules. Now, it’s my turn. Bailey, what do you choose, truth or dare?”
“Um…” If she chose truth, they may ask her questions about Max; but, if she chose dare, they may try to get her to eat bugs or something like that. Max or bugs? Max it was. “Truth.”
“Yay.” Krista clapped her hands.
Greg stared at her with a slight smile on his face. “Remember, Bailey, be completely honest or you have to take a shot.”
Bailey nodded her head, completely honest, yeah right.
“Bailey Cooper, do you have feelings for Max, be them emotional or physical?”
I have both, every day, all day. It’s all I think about.
With a straight face, Bailey lied. “No, I do not.” She enunciated each word carefully, hoping that would make her statement sound more believable.
“Liar,” Krista yelled beside her, pointing an accusatory finger in Bailey’s face.
“Krista,” Bailey exclaimed; she was supposed to be on her side.
“Now, you have to take a shot, Bailey,” Greg shrugged. “Sorry, house rules.” She was so gonna get Krista back for this.


~Bailey Cooper has fallen in love – sadly the man she’s in love with already has a man. Sounds complicated doesn’t it? ~
Bailey Cooper is very much attracted to her neighbor, Max Davis. Unfortunately for Bailey, Greg – Max’s lover, is slowly becoming one of Bailey’s best friends. Bailey’s emotions are torn. She adores Greg’s friendship while at the same time she craves Max’s touch.
What’s a girl to do when she ‘thinks’ the man she’s in love with is in love with someone else?
Max Davis and his baby brother Greg Davis are co-owners of the apartment building they live in. Max has fallen for his tenant, Bailey, but she avoids and ignores all of his advances. It doesn’t take long for him to become suspicious of the friendship blooming between Greg and Bailey. He believes Bailey has a crush on his brother, but Max wants his shy little neighbor all to himself. Now he has to think of ways to keep Bailey and Greg apart, which is ridiculous since Greg isn’t even in to women. Time to break that news to his neighbor and hope it causes her attention to swing his way.
Will a holiday weekend full of chaos, confusion and a little bit of charm finally get Bailey and Max on the right track? Or will a few innocent caresses lead to more Christmas confusion?


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Once Upon A Christmas by Christy Newton #Review #TeaserTuesday


Today I’m happy to feature author Christy Newton on my blog. Her new book, Once Upon A Christmas, is available now. I must say, I loved this novella. But, before I get into that, let me share info about the book.


Theia North never believed in writer’s block until after her first romance novel was on the NYT Best Sellers List. Pressure mounted and she couldn’t seem to find the words for her next book. On a deadline, and with her sister’s encouragement, Theia rents out a cabin in Montana for solitude and inspiration.

Elliot Asher has no idea Theia’s an author when he sees her wandering around the snowy woods talking to herself. Curious he follows the beautiful, but quite possibly insane woman without being seen. Her words of romance and love strike something deep inside his shielded heart.

Fascinated with her, Elliot intends to find out if the woman is truly mad by taking on the role of her imaginary man. When Theia meets the very real and very alive hero from inside her head, she doesn’t know whether to embrace the phenomenon or check herself into therapy.

It will be a Christmas that neither will ever forget.


Theia’s heart thumped inside her chest. It was as if Rocco had come to life. As if her story was coming to life. Snow continued to flutter around them. This had to be a dream. Being an author she had an overactive imagination and some very realistic dreams. She reached out and lightly touched the back of his coat. The fabric even felt real. Maybe it was.

Ecstatic, she followed Elliot back out of the woods. The man couldn’t have heard her fleshing out her characters. He would have said something. Right? She could explain herself, but if he hadn’t heard her, why bring attention to it and ruin her magical moment of getting to live part of her story. Like Caroline, Theia was smitten with a man she barely knew.


I give ‘Once Upon A Christmas’ five stars!

The author’s descriptive words brought the book to life and I could clearly picture each scene as if I was watching a movie. The moments when the hero watched the heroine ‘flesh out’ her characters were hilarious. This book had me longing for snow and hot chocolate. If you’re a fan of romance and holiday reads this is definitely the story for you.




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SILVER #NewRelease #SciFi #Giveaway


Today’s Tuesday Teaser comes from my Sci-Fi romance, SILVER, written under my pen name. Silver is a steamy Sci-Fi novel for adults only!


All Malia Valdese wants to do is survive in the Outlands and serve food to the patrons of her diner. She doesn’t want anything to do with the handsome silver-eyed stranger who keeps showing up after closing, asking her weird questions and making her feel something she hasn’t felt in years, desire.
She doesn’t care that he’s the sexiest male she’s ever seen or that he stares at her like she’s the main course. Steering clear of him is her plan. Well, it was the plan, before he turned her world upside down with four words…. You’re coming with me.
Apparently she has no say in the matter.

She’s not on the menu. But she’s what he hungers for.
Her scent tells him she’s his and the wanted pictures popping up all over the dark-net tells him he needs to lay low for a while. Having her next to him in bed while he tries to clear his name is the plan. Unfortunately, his enemies are closer than he thought and now they’ve found his weakness…. her. Can he shield his mate from the consequences of his dark past? Or will she flee to his enemies to escape him and the intense emotions he stirs inside of her?

No matter what she chooses, he has no intention of letting her go, ever.


She faced him once more. “Can we talk now?”

There were a hundred other things he’d rather do with his mouth than talk, but those things would have to wait. Stars, he prayed it wasn’t a long wait.

“Yeah,” Silver cleared his throat. “We can talk.” He sat down in his chair and waited for her to do the same.

Seated across from him, she sat with her back ramrod straight and her hands on her knees. “Let’s start with why you showed up at my diner a few wanings ago.”

Oh, she wanted to start from the beginning. Okay.

“I was there for you.”


Here goes everything. “Because you’re my mate.”

She blinked. Her mouth opened then closed. Silver waited on her to say something, anything. Her eyes travelled up and down his form and when they returned to his gaze she didn’t seem impressed.

You’re my mate?”

“Please, try not to sound too happy about it.” His sarcastic remark brought the anger out of her. It also brought her out of her seat.

“What the hell, Silver? You can’t just mate someone just because.”

“It wasn’t a just because kind of thing. Fate doesn’t work like that.”

“I don’t care. You have to reverse it.”

“It can’t be reversed.”

“But, but,” She placed her hand on her forehead. “I think I feel faint.”

“You should sit down.”

“No, I don’t want to sit down. I want to stand up. No, I want to throw stuff.” She grabbed the first item she saw and turned to him.

“That’s yours.”

She stared at the item then put it back down and grabbed another item.

“That’s yours too.”

A frown took shape on her face. “What’s yours in here?”


“So you married me so you can have my stuff?”

“We’re not married.”

“Married, mated, same thing.”

“No, married people can get divorced.”


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Hi, my name is Siren Allen. I’m a writer and lover of all things supernatural and romantic. I reside in southern Mississippi where I write steamy romances that are guaranteed to make you blush. When I’m not listening to the characters in my head and jotting down their adventures, I am busy working as a Clinical Laboratory Technician.
I love to travel, preferably with my husband, so he can do all of the driving. I enjoy time with my family, who are just as silly as I am. My hobbies are reading, writing and shopping, though I hate trying on clothing. If I wasn’t a writer or a Laboratory Professional, I would probably be a Secret Agent. But that’s the beauty of being a writer; you can create your own world and be whoever you want to be. In my imaginary world, I am Queen and my siblings are my minions.

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Hello Again by Susanne Matthews #TeaserTuesday #Paranormal


Can she lift the curse and find love again?

For Charley Winters love means loss and pain. She’s spent the last five years struggling with her grief. Existing, not living. Drawn to Saskatchewan, she travels west take the job she’s always wanted. But life gets complicated when she’s rescued from a vicious tornado by her dead husband’s double, a man who makes her feel things she hasn’t in years. Add to that a native myth, a shaman, a green-eyed wolf, and her husband’s ghost … Can she lift a millennia old curse and find joy and love again?


Once there was a Sioux maiden whose father had given her as wife to a cruel medicine man, one who practiced witchcraft and allied himself with the evil spirits. The husband constantly found fault with his young wife and beat her. Unable to remain with her husband for fear his next beating would kill her, she grabbed a small bundle of food and ran away from her home. The tribe searched for her for many days, but when they could find no sign of her, they eventually accepted that she was dead.
But the woman wasn’t dead. She wandered the prairie for many days and nights until, exhausted, without food or water, she sat and prayed for the Great Spirit to come for her. Knowing what an evil man her husband was, the Great Spirit took pity on her and sent a man to rescue her, but he was not really a man. He was the chief of the wolves, a shapeshifter, whose rare red coloring distinguished him from the other wolves. The chief fell in love with her and took her back to his village where she was amazed to find what she was sure were all the wolves and coyotes of the world.
For a year, she stayed with him in his village, falling more and more deeply in love with him, until she refused to consider ever leaving him. In exchange for her love, the chief of the wolves gifted her with the ability to talk to the wolves and other animals. The wolves treated her well, fetching whatever she needed to survive from the camp of men—flint for fire, a pot to boil her buffalo meat, a knife to cut it, and skins to make her clothes.
One night, her lover came to her tepee and he was greatly distressed. Her people were on the move, going on a great buffalo hunt, and they were headed this way. Unless she faced them and told them who she was, her people would kill all the wolves who’d cared for her, and because of an evil enchantment, he was powerless to protect the wolves whom he loved as much as he did her. He had to leave to find the source of the evil spell to protect those entrusted to him, but he would return for her as soon as he could.
The woman was sad, but knew she carried a secret within her—twins, powerful in good magic, who would be their father’s legacy. The next day, she saw the long line of people coming toward the wolf camp and went out to greet them as her lover had told her to, surrounded by the wolves who’d refused to leave her. Leading her people were her husband and her father who recognized her. Agreeing to go back to her village, she refused to go back as her husband’s wife and insisted they build her a tepee of her own where she lived with the wolves until the time came and she gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, both with their father’s unusual coloring and eyes as green as the prairie grass.
When the medicine man saw the children, he was enraged and cursed his wife and her lover, vowing neither one would ever be happy. Using his evil magic, he slew the wolf guardians and stole the twins away, selling them to the tribe’s enemies as slaves—the girl to one, the boy to another. In his jealousy, he sold his soul to wakhášica, an evil spirit, who trapped the chief of the wolves in his wolf form.
Unable to defend himself, the chief of the wolves fell prey to the evil medicine man’s spear. The medicine man skinned the wolf and presented the pelt to his wife’s father as a trophy, asking the man to intercede to force his wife to come back to him.
Believing her wolf lover would return to her and help her find her lost children, the woman refused her father’s pleas to go back to her husband. Day and night, she prayed to the Great Spirit and begged her lover to come back for her as he’d promised, but he didn’t come. In her grief and loneliness, she went to see her father. When she entered his tepee, the first thing she saw was her lover’s pelt. Distraught, she fled the tribe, wailing and lamenting the loss of her lover and her children, and wandered the prairie in search of his spirit.
Pitying her, the Great Spirit turned her into a wolf and reunited her with the pack she’d lived with, and there she stayed for the rest of her days, mourning with them.
Often at night, especially when the full moon silvers the land, the wind carries the lonely howls of the lovers searching for one another, still separated by the medicine man’s evil curse.





The Fencing Master’s Daughter by Giselle Marks #TeaserTuesday #AuthorSpotlight


Happy Tuesday!
Today I’m sharing a teaser from Giselle Marks’ novel, The Fencing Master’s Daughter. Enjoy!


Edward, Earl of Chalcombe, walking home, is attacked. He attempts to defend himself but is bludgeoned to the ground. Death seems inevitable when a beautiful young lady and her servant rescue him. Refusing any reward they leave no address, But Edward, fascinated by both Madelaine’s beauty and swordsmanship, intends to pursue the acquaintance. Edward seeks his rescuers and the culprits who wish to terminate his life. He offers the elusive Madelaine marriage but she repeatedly declines. Her father accepts an invitation to visit his estate with her, over Christmas as he takes a liking to Edward. As Edward pursues Madelaine, the attempts on his life continue. The mystery intertwines as their romance progresses and Madelaine eventually reveals the secret making her refuse to marry him.


After the attempts upon Edward’s life several of his staff had been offered bribes for information about his movements. Both a stable lad and a maid reported being offered half guineas, but they had given a prompt refusal and withdrawn from the contact. The third attempt at bribery occurred when two of Edward’s footmen were having a heavy wet in the public room of the Running Horse in Davies Street.

Peter Firth and young John Pennywise had been allowed the evening off, as the earl and her ladyship were attending a select evening party in town and were not expected to return to the early hours. They were standing at the bar chewing the bacon together when a foreign sounding gentleman, dressed in black attempted to buy them a pint of beer.

John was considering accepting, but Peter remembered the warning and squeezed his shoulder. John and Peter politely said “No thank you, sir.”

The man tried again.

“Please let me buy you both a drink, lads, what’s your pleasure? Another pint of mine host’s best or maybe something stronger?” The stranger continued unctuously.

“No thank you, sir,” repeated Peter and drew John away to sit in the furthest corner of the tavern. They sat down and continued their conversation. “Do you think it’s true that the Corsican monster has to retreat from Russia?” John asked Peter as he had been reading the earl’s paper before he ironed it.

“Sounds like Bonaparte got badly whipped this time.”

“About time I think. Do you want another Peter? My round isn’t it?” As John went to get up, the stranger in black brought over two tankards of beer for them.

“Do you mind if I join you?” he said as he sat beside them. “I don’t know many people in London.”

John was a little embarrassed about the man’s intrusion. “Thank you for the beer,” he said and Peter echoed him.

“I’m only in town on some business, where do you work?” asked the stranger. Peter said nothing, but thought their footmen’s uniform with their master’s crest on their chest should have been a pretty good indicator.

“We work as footmen for the earl of Chalcombe,”John said proud of his position, and Peter kicked him under the table.

“Is he a good employer? I suppose you can always do with a few extra guineas,” he smoothly suggested.

“What would you want in return for these guineas?” Peter asked suspiciously.

“Only a little information…oof” the foreigner replied, but was cut short by Peter’s fist connecting with his gut.

“Try to make us spy on his lordship, will you, Take that!” Peter declared slightly late but he followed up with a flourishing left to the chin. Peter was a well-developed lad and the interloper went down hard. The man scrabbled back to his feet quickly, but shook his head as if his wits had gone begging.

John had also stood and both footmen were advancing menacingly towards their adversary.

“He’s the one Jenkins was warning us about. He tried to murder my lord!” Peter declared.

“Now boys, take it outside or I’ll have to call the watch on you,” interrupted mine host.

Peter reached for the man’s arm, grabbing it with a brawny fist, then his other hand connected this time with the man’s nose.

“Take it outside, I said,” repeated the innkeeper.

“We’re going, Stanley. John grab his other arm!”

The pair of footmen bundled him out of the saloon into the street. Hitting the chill air, John found he was a trifle disguised, but he rallied and his fists delivered a couple of heavy wallops to the man still held by his senior comrade. They may have lacked science, but it was bellows to mend with their victim. Both lads were a bit jug-bitten and were not completely thinking straight. They continued to drub the man, and his claret now had been drawn properly, as his nose was leaking blood profusely. The man in black tried to hit Peter back a couple of times, but was swaying on his feet. John contributed a few more of his own mashers, but he was not carrying his ale that well, as he staggered a little.

“Peter shouldn’t we take him back to Jenkins, for his lordship? He can call the runners after he’s had a
chance to talk to this one,” John staunchly said, enunciating his words one at a time.

He hoisted the battered foreigner from the gutter where he had fallen and Peter gripped the man’s other side as they dragged him back towards Grosvenor Square. But after a few halting steps, the man seemed to come to his senses. They swerved to allow another pedestrian to pass by, when he shrugged off their restraining hands and bolted down the street, the pair of inebriated footmen whooping and jeering at his heels.

He fled towards the centre of town, until out of breath with the footmen gaining upon him he managed to lose his pursuers by turning off from Oxford Street into Drury Lane, where he mingled with the crowd of theatre goers as they spilled out of the theatres.

The now sobering footmen gave a clear description of the inquisitive foreigner to the butler, Jenkins, as soon as they returned to Chalcombe House. They repeated their story to the earl, when he returned home. It was obvious to Edward his footmen had been approached by Stack’s erstwhile employer and whoever that gentleman might be he was very determined to find a way to do away with himself.






Author bio Giselle Marks

Giselle Marks is an English writer, poet and novelist, born in London, who has been writing in various forms most of her life. Currently Giselle lives in the beautiful Isle of Man. Her family is grown, contented and expanding. She spends most of her time writing.

Her books ‘The Fencing Master’s Daughter’ and ‘The Marquis’s Mistake,’ were published for a few months and received good reviews before the publisher folded. She was asked to contribute a Regency romantic novella to ‘The Chocolate House – All for Love,’ which is a charity anthology supporting GOSH, Great Ormond Hospital for Children based in London. Her novella is entitled ‘A Rose by Any other Name…’ With her fellow writer and cover artist Sarah J. Waldock, Giselle wrote and illustrated ‘Fae Tales’ an anthology of fae and mythic tales updated to modern times and intended for teenagers and adults. Both books are available. Links?

Following the republication of The Fencing Master’s Daughter she will be releasing the ‘Princess of Zenina,’ the first in the sci-fi / fantasy Zeninan Saga and ‘the Purchased Peer’, a Georgian Romance. She has also completed another Regency romance ‘A Compromised Rake’ and the first of a Regency gypsy series, ‘Jessica’s Tale – Book One, The Gypsy Countess series,’ although she is considering alternate titles.

The Zeninan Saga introduces Princess Marina, daughter of the reigning Queen of Zenina, a female dominated planet which protects a disparate empire in a dangerous universe. Marina seeks to avoid her destiny, but her decisions sometimes lead to greater problems.
Other long- term projects include a possible book of her poetry. Her poems have been published in Female

First and she has entered two of their contests, scoring a win and a commendation. Giselle has had short stories published in a number of anthologies.


My Heart, My Gift by Corrissa James #TeaserTuesday #Review #Romance


Today, I’m sharing my review of My Heart, My Gift by Corrissa James.


This is a great holiday romance.

First of all, I loved the main character’s name, Serafina Anderson. Isn’t that cute? Though Sera came with baggage, she was a lovable character and easy to relate to. When she first met Andrew Clark, he had a chip on his shoulder. Soon that chip began to melt away and the two of them grew closer. Watching them fall in love was fun.

They both have issues to deal with, but they’ll learn that together, they can overcome anything. This is a fun, clean romance and I definitely recommend it.


Can the big city girl convince the small-town cowboy to give Christmas a second chance? Or will the secret she hides destroy any chance of a relationship between them?

When Serafina Anderson makes a mess of her first semester of college, she does what she knows best: avoids facing her parents. This time she runs away to spend her winter vacation at the ranch of her cousin, Trish. Her escapades also lead her right into the arms of Andrew Clark, the small town’s most notorious troublemaker. But Sera sees beyond Andrew’s crass nature and recognizes that the bad boy isn’t as bad as everyone makes him out to be.

Andrew Clark hates Christmas—at least he has since his parents died. He refuses to buy into the commercialism of the holiday and does his best to shove the hurt he feels down so deep inside him that no one will ever find it. So when Sera ignores his bad temper and rude remarks, he wonders if he’s finally found the angel who can rescue him from himself—until he discovers that she’s been lying to him all along.

Corrissa James offers this clean and inspirational love story to remind us that opening our hearts to others can be the greatest gift of all.

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