Monday, November 12, 2018

New Release: Eye of the Eagle, The Hotel LaBelle Series, Book 3 by Sharon Buchbinder

One soars like an eagle. One strikes like a thunderbird. But for both hearts, revenge can be deadly when it's nourished.

Anomaly Defense Director and shapeshifter Bert Blackfeather doesn't need a boss with no experience. So what if she's beautiful or gives him a jolt when she shakes his hand? He never plans to get seriously involved with another woman—not in this lifetime.

Phoebe Wagner, an empath with psychometric abilities and an advocate for the deaf, gets more than she bargained for with Bert. One touch and she relives his IED injuries. So what if he's handsome and hot? She doesn't need to add his secrets to her own. Phoebe's are bad enough.

When his niece goes missing from Hotel LaBelle, Bert goes to Montana to help—and Phoebe insists on going with him. Can these two hard-headed people share their darkest secrets in order to work together? It may be the only way to save an endangered child—and their own hearts when Bert's past rears its ugly head.
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His heart stuttered and heat flushed his face. “You sure you’re ready to see me—in the daylight?” 

She frowned and pursed her lips. “Do I look like someone afraid of taking on a challenge?” 

“No. You look like a kick ass heroine named Thunder Heart, and I would be honored and privileged to share your bed.” 

“You promised me flying lessons.” 

“And you shall have them. Now, where did we leave off?” 

She stood, placed her hands on the sides of his chair and leaned in for a long passionate kiss. He closed his eyes and gave her a preview, taking her with him in his memories, soaring over the hotel, and then swirling and swooping down to the river to grab a fat flopping trout in his talons. 

She pulled back, breaking the connection, blue eyes wide, her full red lips agape. “Amazing. I want more.” 

“Advanced flying lessons require both of us to be naked—and in bed, as close as two people can get.” 

Phoebe stood back. “What are you waiting for? Let’s get going.” 

He chuckled. “Well, you are my boss. I don’t want anyone to say you coerced me or I forced you. Do we need to put this in writing?” She tilted her head and gave him a puzzled look. “A legal document perhaps? I, Phoebe Wagner, hereby enter into consensual sex freely and without coercion with one Bert Blackfeather…” 

She stomped her foot. “Give me your phone.” He handed her his cell. 
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Sunday, November 11, 2018

What Veteran's Day Means to Me

This is my father-in-law, Jacob Buchbinder, may he rest in peace. He graduated from medical school at age 21 and went on to his internship and residency at Knickerbocker Hospital in New York City. When FDR gave his Day of Infamy speech on December 8, 1941, all of the members of my father-in-law's residency training program raced to sign up to fight the Evil Axis. He watched as his classmates were inducted, wondering why he hadn't been called up. He returned to the draft office and demanded to know why they hadn't contacted him. The reason? After a thorough search of the office, they found his folder had fallen behind the file cabinet. And, at last he was called to go to war in Biloxi, Mississippi where he cared for injured returning soldiers.

After attending Officer Candidate School, my brother served in Vietnam with the U.S. Army Special Forces. He has a Purple Heart, a Bronze Star, and a harrowing tale that would have turned out with him not returning home alive had it not been for his driver racing back to retrieve him from a suddenly empty village. He still sleeps poorly and has shrapnel embedded in his flesh.

My father served in the Army in Europe and was injured. He returned, not only with that injury, but also with what would come to be known as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). He spent years of his life in St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital in Washington, D.C. being treated for paranoid schizophrenia. His untreated PTSD contributed to his alcoholism and death at the age of 52.

My ancestor, William Chenault, Senior served in the Revolutionary War, as did a number of my other ancestors. I am a card-carrying member of the Daughters of the American Revolution and an Honorary Regent, meaning I served as the leader of the Baltimore Chapter, DAR for six years. The DAR is dedicated to promoting patriotism, preserving American history, and securing America's future through better education for children.

My ancestor and family members came home--not all healthy, but they came home. Many who serve do not. And many ethnic groups, African Americans and Native Americans, in particular--have not received the recognition they deserve for their heroism. On this day, let us remember all our Veterans for their courage, honor, and sacrifice for our country. It is the least we can do to thank them for allowing us to sleep peacefully at night in our dry, warm beds while they endure cold, heat, mud, dust, bad food, and the hourly threat of injuries and death.

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

New Release: Snatching Dianna Feisty Lawyers Book 1 By Seelie Kay

Snatching Dianna Feisty Lawyers Book 1
By Seelie Kay
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About Snatching Dianna:
The hours are counting down as investigators try to prove that Dianna Murphy has been snatched. Unfortunately, without witnesses and solid evidence, all the police really know is that she is missing.
When suburban Milwaukee law student Dianna Murphy fails to connect with her roommate, there is no real evidence that she has been snatched. Until Law Professor Janet MacLachlan, a former covert agent, discovers a single clue, one that points to a taking by a slave trafficking cartel. In a race against time, Janet recruits her husband, secret agent Cade Matthews, small-town Police Chief David Manders and his wife, criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant, and other law students to uncover the truth. Can they prove she has been taken, before Dianna disappears without a trace?
Romantic Suspense (Three Flames)
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After what seemed like hours in the sweltering van, it lurched to a stop.
Dianna heard a man bark orders. A door to the van opened and someone pulled the rope from her feet, then removed her hood. She took a deep breath.  A man grabbed her by the arm, forced to her feet, and pulled from the van. Dianna stumbled when she hit the ground. The stones were hot and her feet were covered by athletic socks, no shoes. Show no weakness.
Dianna immediately surveyed her surroundings. It was still night, but she was in a well-lit courtyard. A large stone mansion stood in front of her. She looked to her right, then her left. The courtyard was enclosed by a large stone fence, at least eight feet high. A fortress. Fortunately, Dianna was a rock-climber. She could rappel over the fence with the right equipment. All she would need was something to serve as a pick, maybe a rope. A knife, a screwdriver, even a fork. Keep your eyes and ears open. Be ready.
A large black man, dressed in a white suit and a maroon turban, walked out of the front door and down the stairs. He stopped and flashed a malevolent smile. He flung his arms wide and in a cultured baritone boomed, “Welcome to paradise, ladies. I hope you enjoy your stay.”
Some of the guards laughed.
“Crikey,” Tillie muttered. “Sounds like a blasted genie.”
Dianna glanced sideways and for the first time, got a look at her new friend. She was tall and thin, her body well defined. She looked strong and aware, almost fierce. Her eyes seemed to be studying the place, taking everything in. She showed no fear. Instead, she seemed interested. Something was off. Tillie did not act like a victim as the others did. She was not cowed. Was she a cop? Or like Dianna, someone who would not permit themselves to be broken?
There was only one thing of which Dianna was certain. She had found a friend. A useful one.
About Seelie Kay:
Seelie Kay is a nom de plume for a writer, editor, and author with more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations. When she writes about love and lust in the legal world, something kinky is bound to happen!  In possession of a wicked pen and an overly inquisitive mind, Ms. Kay is the author of multiple works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, and The President’s Wife.
When not spinning her kinky tales, Ms. Kay ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. She resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.
Ms. Kay is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS:  Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!
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Monday, November 5, 2018

Interview with Jennifer Wilck, Author of LEARNING TO LOVE

What made you decide to be an author?
I’ve always had stories running around in my head. I used to tell them to myself when I was a child in order to fall asleep at night. As an adult, I started writing them down after my kids were in bed and I needed to get back to doing something that was just for me. It let me disappear from all the daily responsibility and stress and escape into a world where I could control the outcome. Once I had written my first manuscript, I joined RWA and my local New Jersey chapter, submitted to contests, attended conferences and slowly learned the publishing process.
What do you like best about being a writer? What do you like the least?
The thing I like best is being able to create a world where I control the outcome, probably because I’m a little of a control-freak in real life. But I love being able to come up with the perfect comeback or funny response on paper, since I can’t always do that in real life. The thing I like the least is probably the isolation and rejection. I mean, I can push through the isolation by networking with other authors and I have my tribe, but it can get a little lonely at times. And of course, getting a “thanks but no thanks” from editors is difficult.
 How do you think your life experiences have prepared you for writing?
Well, I’m quiet and I observe a lot. I love asking “What if…” whether it’s in response to something happening in real life or on TV. Before I started writing romance, I worked in public relations and for a few magazines and newspapers, and even though romance is a very different way of writing, I did learn to be spare and to use good grammar and punctuation (although I still make mistakes!). I’ve also learned to find humor wherever I can, and I love including it in my books.
Have you ever felt as if you were being dictated to while you wrote a book--as if the words came of their own accord? If yes, which book did that happen with? Yes! I love when it happens and I have learned that when it does, SIT AND WRITE! It happened in my first book, A Heart of Little Faith. And it happens in most of my others, at least in a few scenes. Usually, I get the black moment that way, often first, and sometimes key dialogue between my heroes and heroines. Now, if only I could convince my characters to start talking to me in a linear fashion, keeping up with where I am currently in my WIP, rather than starting in some random place that I then need to blend.
You’ve written eight novels and are working on a9th novel. What’s your favorite time management tip?
Well, right now I’m taking a small break from writing—a few weeks—just to recharge. But once I’m back to writing, I try to write every day. For me, I try for 1,000 words a day, or at least a scene. The words don’t always flow well, and they ALWAYS need revision, but if I can get them on the page, I have something to work with. Writing for me is like a muscle. The more I use it, the stronger it is. And I put it on my daily list of things I need to do, just like I write down my errands, appointments and anything else of importance. Because it is important, and if I don’t treat it as such, then it gets pushed to the wayside and I don’t get anything done.
Are you a plotter or a pantser, i.e., do you outline your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer?
I’d love to be a plotter. I’m in awe of people who can outline. Unfortunately, I can’t. So I write as the words come into my head and then I outline when I edit—the outline helps me see the story and character arc, and it also helps me with the timeline.
If you had one take away piece of advice for authors, what would it be?
Write what calls to you. Don’t worry about trends or what people tell you to write. If it’s meaningful to you, if you love what you’re writing, your readers will feel it too and they’ll love it.
Did music help you find your muse with this book? If yes, which song did you find yourself going back to over and over again as you wrote?
No, I don’t write to music. I find myself singing along with the lyrics and then I can’t write. J
Tell me more about LEARNING TO LOVE.
Dina Jacobs is a single librarian who has never fit in due to her off-the-charts intelligence, frizzy hair and rounder-than-socially-acceptable figure. She left her past behind until she receives an invitation to her ten-year high school reunion, and all her insecurities return.
Adam Mandel is a single corporate attorney who just missed his third deadline at his father's law firm, the law firm where he is up for junior partner. With his reputation on the line, Adam needs all the help he can get to convince his father that he deserves the promotion.
When Dina and Adam run into each other on a deserted road, Dina thinks Mr. Flashypants can't possibly be interested in someone like her. Adam thinks Dina is just the person to help him improve his reputation. Lies and insecurities force them to take a look at themselves. Can they trust each other to look beyond the surface?
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How about an excerpt from LEARNING TO LOVE?
What the hell just happened?
She wanted to be friends.
The only kind of “friend” he wanted to be with her had “boy” attached to it. No, that wasn’t true. He enjoyed her friendship because he loved talking to her, hearing her opinions, sharing himself with her.
But he was becoming more attracted to her. So far, they’d only kissed, but that one kiss, that unbelievable kiss, haunted him. His lips still burned where they’d touched hers, his insides still turned to jelly when he thought about it. In fact, he’d been hoping there would have been more kissing in her apartment once he’d apologized for his gaffe.
But she’d focused on their arrangement and her overreaction, and here he was pulling away from the curb into rush hour traffic.
She thought he was dating her only to impress his father. If he were one hundred percent honest with himself, he’d acknowledge the partial truth in that statement. But the more time he spent time with her, when he wasn’t royally screwing things up with her, the more he wanted to move beyond their arrangement.
His head was another matter. It was still focused on not making a fool of himself, on maintaining the right reputation, on spinning the right message.
But listening to his head was probably what had gotten him into this mess in the first place. As unbelievable as it might sound, it was time to follow his heart.  
Where can readers find more about your stories, books and you on the Internet?

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Jennifer, thank you so much for being with us here today. I know my readers will enjoy your work and your interview.