Guest Author: Maria Imbalzano


TheBlueberrySwirlWaltz Cover300[144830]Today, I welcome Maria Imbalzano who will tell us about her new book: The Blueberry Swirl Waltz.

The setting of this story is my grandmother’s ice cream and confectionery shop in Roebling, NJ in the ‘50’s and the heroine is based on my mother’s job as a ballroom dance instructor at Arthur Murrary’s.  I interviewed my mother about the shop and her dance career and those interviews are on my blog at


After a family crisis, Katie Hathaway must return home to help out in the family’s ice cream shop. She leaves behind her dream job of teaching ballroom dance to spend her summer scooping ice cream and mixing milkshakes.

Chaz Hollander, Katie’s high school crush, has also returned to town to work in his family’s business. After Katie treats him to a blueberry swirl sundae, he invites her to the town’s upcoming dance. The only problem is he has two left feet.

When Katie starts giving Chaz dance lessons, their chemistry ignites, and the postponement of her dream doesn’t seem as ominous. But financial woes and a suspicious business deal cast a shadow on their budding relationship.

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Maria Imbalzano is a retired matrimonial lawyer who now writes full time. Instead of drafting motions, legal memoranda, and briefs, although fascinating, she now spends her days creating memorable characters and taking them on their emotional journeys through her contemporary romance novels.

In addition to writing fiction, Maria is on the Friends of Thomas Edison State University Foundation Committee and is still involved with Dress for Success Central Jersey, having been a founding Board member. She also serves on the finance committee for The Present Day Club. She has received the distinguished Family of Edison Award for her work with The Thomas Edison State University Foundation, the Iron Mike Professional Achievement Award from Trenton Catholic Academy and was inducted into the Italian American National Hall of Fame.

Her novel, “Unchained Memories,” won the Wisconsin Romance Writers Write Touch Readers’ Award and the ACRA Readers’ Choice Heart of Excellence Award. “Sworn to Forget,” the first of the four-book Sworn Sisters Series was a finalist for the illustrious RONE award as well as the Book Buyers Best Award.

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As his silence stretched on, her angst kicked in. Maybe he was here to break off their relationship. If they even had one.

“What’s wrong?” she rasped.

“Why would you think something’s wrong?”

Because I’ve studied you in every light imaginable. I know when you’re happy, sad, surprised, disturbed, or distracted. It’s in your eyes, your lips, your body. The flex in your jaw, the tenor of your voice.

But she didn’t say any of that. “You’re usually more talkative when you come in after work.”

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Guest Author: Barbara Bettis


For This Knight Only

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Thanks for having me here today, Vicky. I’m sharing an excerpt from For This Knight Only. That’s Roark and Alyss’s story, one I had great fun writing. Sir Roark is such a ‘guy’! He expects Lady Alyss to be docile—and thankful he’s come along to marry her so she won’t have to take care of everything after her brother’s death. Of course, he’s in for a surprise!

The book is celebrating its birthday, and as in any birthday party, there is a gift. One name will be drawn from commenters to receive an e-book of their choice.


He’ll do anything for land, even marry her; she’ll do anything for her people, except marry him.  If only either had a choice.  It’s a marriage only love can save.

Sir Roark will do anything to gain land, even beguile an unwilling lady into marriage. He knows she’s much better off with a man to take control of her besieged castle, to say nothing of her desirable person. But it isn’t long before he discovers that, although her eyes sparkle like sunlight on sea waves, her stubbornness alone could have defeated Saladin.

Lady Alyss is determined to hold her family’s castle, protect her people, and preserve her freedom— until her brother’s dying wish binds her to a stranger. Still, she’ll allow no rugged, over-confident, appealing knight to usurp her authority, even if she must wed him. Especially since he thinks a lady’s duties begin and end with directing servants. Alyss has a few surprises for her new all-too-tempting lord.

But when a common enemy threatens everything, Roark and Alyss face a startling revelation. Without love, neither land nor freedom matters.

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What would it take to persuade her to marry him? A sudden pain burst between his legs, and he gasped, eyes blurry. The little hell-cat kneed him. Even though chain mail deflected some of the impact, he used every bit of his willpower to remain standing.

Apparently persuasion took more than a kiss.

He drew a steadying breath. “You don’t understand, my lady. You will be my wife before the sun sets. It was your brother’s dying wish. It was my pledge to a comrade.”

By God, he’d begun to believe it himself.

Alyss met him toe to toe. “This morning I had never seen you, and by tonight, you think I will marry you?”

Her head tilted back and she glared into his eyes. “Were you, perhaps, wounded in the head during a fight? Have you lost your senses as well as your hearing? How do you propose to force me to the altar?

With your army?”

With an exaggerated look around, she nodded at Alain. “Ah, yes. There it is. Impressive to be sure.”

Turning from Roark, she said, “Sir Baldwin, see that these two knights are outside

the gates by sundown. Call every man in the garrison to help, if need be. I want them gone.”

Head high as if confident her word would be enforced immediately, she strode to the stairway.

Frowning, Sir Baldwin started forward. Roark lifted a hand to halt him. He glanced at Alain, then back to Alyss. “One moment, my lady. Hear me out.”

She continued to walk, but everyone in the hall had no trouble hearing her. “Unless you intend to apologize, you can say nothing that will interest me.”

Roark had known this would not be easy, but he had expected the female to at least listen to reason.

An obedient, well-behaved lady is how Sir Godfrey described her. An excellent housekeeper, but helpless to defend herself if her menfolk were all dead. Obedient, well-behaved. Helpless.

That Lady Alyss wasn’t this Lady Alyss.


Award-winning author Barbara Bettis has always loved history and English. As a college freshman, she considered becoming an archeologist until she realized there likely would be bugs and snakes involved. And math. Through careers as a newspaper reporter and editor, then a college journalism and English professor, she’s retained her fascination with history. Give her a research book and a pot of tea, and she’s happy for hours. But what really makes her smile is working on a new story. Now retired, she lives in Missouri where she edits for others and spins tales of heroines to die for—and heroes to live for.

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Australia Burns


AustraliaBurnsVolumeTwo_w14620_pp-300x430Rochester, New York – February 7, 2020 – Local publisher, The Wild Rose Press, Inc. in conjunction with some of their authors have published a three-book anthology to support the ongoing battle of the Australian wildfires as well as the recovery efforts.  All proceeds from the sale of the books will go to Recovery and Relief efforts in Australia.

Rhonda Penders, President and Editor-in-Chief said, “The project began only a couple weeks ago. We have several authors in Australia, and one in particular, Stephen B. King (not THAT Stephen King), asked if he and a few others could donate stories and have all royalties go to help in the efforts to aid victims of the Australia wildfires.”  Within days, editors, artists, and production staff along with 48 authors had signed on to make the project happen.  “Everyone came together and set their other projects aside for a week and focused completely on this. Everyone worked around the clock to get this done. It truly was a team effort.”

The books are printed locally at Book1One, located on Driving Park Avenue

“They’ve been our printer since the company opened 14 years ago and we have a great relationship with them.  Their print books are of the highest quality and they are great to work with.  When they heard about our project, they donated some of their services to help in this effort as well,” Pender said.

The print books, there are 3, are up for sale on The Wild Rose Press website.

While the book is available in print from Amazon (as well as in ebook format), Penders would prefer customers go direct to their site to purchase the print book.  “That way the profits can go direct to the cause and not be shared with outside distributors.”

The Wild Rose Press, Inc. has been in business for 14 years.  Their catalog of over 3500 titles focuses mainly on adult fiction, but they also work with Young Adult Fiction on a limited basis.  They publish authors around the world and have earned the distinction of “Publisher of the Year” for over 12 years,  most recently for 2019.


Guest Author: Andrew Grey



A Carlisle Deputies Novel

Undercover sheriff’s deputy Evan Whittaker is close to infiltrating a vicious local gang. He just needs to find an opening. Instead, he finds Wes Douglas, a web designer who is raising his irresponsible brother’s son. Wes agrees to help with a stakeout, but he pays the price when his home is destroyed in a shootout.

Evan’s always been a loner, but when he invites Wes into his home, living together feels right, and the two men only grow closer as they adapt to each other’s lives and rhythms. A future as a family looks brighter by the day, but all of that could collapse when Wes’s brother—and his connection to the drug dealers—crashes into the life they’re carefully building.

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“Blocking a public sidewalk, causing an obstruction. You most certainly did. Littering, creating a public disturbance—do I need to go on? I will, and the more I talk, the deeper the trouble you ‘brain surgeons’ are going to be in.” The deputy looked past the four guys. “Are you and the baby okay?”

“Yes.” Wes’s voice seemed so small in comparison to the deputy’s. “We’re fine. Thank you.”

The deputy took all the guys’ names from their IDs and put the pad back in his pocket. “I suggest you call the department tomorrow to see what charges are going to be filed. Now move along and be courteous to other people.”

Wes suppressed a smile as the guys lost their swagger and their shoulders slumped. It was a beautiful thing to see them taken down a peg.

“We were just walking,” Mark, the leader and the only one with any guts, said.

“Well, I have your names and addresses. I’ll check you all out and if you so much as step out of line again, I’ll be there to make you wish you had never been born. What kind of person forces someone walking a baby off the sidewalk?”

“Jackasses,” a man mumbled as he walked by, and clearly the guys heard it. Normal behavior would be to bluster and threaten, but the one tool in their arsenal had been pulled away.

“It seems you aren’t very popular.” The deputy pulled out his phone and made a call to request a background check on each of them. It was funny to see them sweat, and Wes half expected them to make a run for it. “Go on home and explain to your parents what you’ve done and to expect a call.” He tilted his head, and the guys hurried away, turning back and then walking faster out of there. “Are you really okay?” This time he broke into a smile, and dang, it was electric.

“Yes. They’re jerks but largely harmless.” Greyson was getting fussy and wanted to go. Wes rolled the stroller back and forth to generate some movement.

“What’s his name?” the deputy asked.

“Greyson,” Wes answered, and the deputy leaned over the stroller.

“You’re going to be a handsome boy, aren’t you?” he said in a baby voice, and Greyson grinned, actually reaching for the deputy’s hand. “Wow, now that’s a smile.” He straightened back up. “I’ll let you get back to your walk, but you have a nice evening.” The deputy smiled at him again and then continued down the sidewalk.

Wes stood, watching him go, and told himself not to stare at the way the deputy’s jeans clung to his perfect backside. He actually groaned and then turned away. The last thing he needed was to be caught ogling.


Andrew GreyAndrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.

Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing)  He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

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Aleksia Matthews is left for dead, after space pirates attack her ship and kill her brother. She swears to avenge his death, but knows she can’t do the job alone. After taking out an ad for a bounty hunter, she weeds out the bad from the good, and one man stands out. He could be the perfect partner—and that scares Ali more than the pirates do.

Special agent Jason Cole is tracking the pirates who killed his family, but he’s always one step behind. There have never been any survivors—until now. He needs Ali to identify the attackers, but she proves to be stubborn. She plans to go with him on the hunt, and he’s determined to keep her safe.

While Cole and Ali seek revenge, someone at headquarters would like to see them fail. Together they battle explosions, their emotions, and danger from one of their own.


Reviewed by Marie Loring

Member of the Paranormal Romance Guild Review Team

What a story! Explosions, death around every corner, a kick-butt heroine and a savvy, smoking hot hero. Who could ask for more? This book grabbed me right from the first page, drawing me in with exquisitely crafted scenes and descriptive narrative that dropped the reader smack dab into the action. This was a story I read slowly and savored, not wanting to miss a thing. It was sweet, it was sassy, and the twists and turns just kept on coming.

The love story between the two protagonists built slowly and beautifully. No jumping right into the sack for these two, which I really appreciated. When they finally came together, it felt like they’d built comradery and trust before their physical relationship took flight. Kudos to the author for trusting her characters and constructing her story to support the pair’s bond, rather than use sex to build the storyline.

Even though I quickly figured out who the bad guys were, it didn’t give me pause, nor did it deter me from wanting to find out the “why” behind their actions, and to see—of course—their ultimate downfall.

There were several tear-jerking moments, lots of wonderful, nerdy references, descriptions of space and its vagaries, and most of all human—and inhuman—connections that resonated with truth.

I loved this book, and would highly recommend it to any reader, sci-fi or not. There is plenty here for everybody!


Guest Post: KG Fletcher


A Sun So Bright
a-sun-so-bright-v03-ebookReigning Hearts ~ Book Three

A billionaire heiress walks into a bar…

When Fiona Merrill finds herself without a date on New Year’s Eve, the frustrated New York socialite takes matters into her own hands. After way too many glasses of champagne, she propositions the familiar bartender with an offer he can’t refuse. But the handsome, Brooklyn-born drink-slinger turns out to be a lot more than she bargained for.

Chris Ballard lives with his mother, biding his time until he can save enough money to completely renovate his crumbling farmhouse in upstate New York. An opportunity for some quick cash is a no-brainer, and with the amount of money Fiona offers him, he is eager to agree to her scheme.

In a world of have and have nots, posing as the next Manhattan power couple is the easy part. Things become challenging when Chris dares Fiona to go deeper than what her pampered life style offers. Is it possible for the heiress to change her ways and discover a bigger purpose? Or will the poor little rich girl continue her selfish ways with only her money to keep her warm?



About the author: Dubbed, “The Singing Author,” KG Fletcher lives in Atlanta, GA withKelly fletcher her husband Ladd and three sons. She is an active member of RWA and Georgia Romance Writers. Her Amazon Bestseller, GEORGIA PINE was a FINALIST for the 2019 Maggie Award of Excellence.  KG is a hopeless romantic continuing her work on her original cabaret act called, “The Novel Romantic – an unexpected evening of sweet & spicy love” to help promote her romance novels. She is also a conference speaker and shares how music can enhance a writer’s experience.






Guest Author: Liz Flaherty



It’s funny how some things change as you get older. Not all things are funny, of course—memory, hearing, joints, anyone?—but things in writing. In stories.

In my early days of reading and writing romance, not only did I need a Happily Ever After (which I still do), I needed it to be in the four-bedroom, two-bath house with a picket fence and a cat on the porch. And kids. Because that was, for the most part, my life. And I liked it. I liked it a lot.

Then I got older. My heroines did, too, and I met up with Women’s Fiction and had to concede that there was a new love in my reading life. I couldn’t get enough of reading about women whose stories were told differently. They fell in love and lived happily ever after, but their journeys were about much more than that. Their heartaches were about more than unrequited love. They were taking care of elderly parents, trying to raise teenagers without going completely mad, hoping to have more money than month at least sometimes.

Were they all this way? No. But a lot of them were, and suddenly there were heroines I could identify with. My friend Nan Reinhardt laughs at me because I’m exhausted and bored by reading about rich people, but the truth is—just like when I wanted that happy ending to have the house, fence, cat, and kids—I want to put myself in the heroine’s place.

Even when I write and read Women’s Fiction, though, it always crosses over to romance. They are actually the same thing to me.

Enter Carol, who is a beautician. She owns her own shop, the Clip Joint, in Peacock, Tennessee. She’s not rich, tiny, or beautiful. But she’s a wonderful friend. A loving daughter. A generous person. Her life isn’t what she intended or even hoped for, but it’s good.

And then one day in the cemetery, Steven Elliot rides in front of her old Pontiac on a bicycle, and that life is changed forever.

I hope you like The Healing Summer.Carol's Clip Joint


It’s a summer romance–what happens come September?

When Steven Elliott accidentally rides his bike into Carol Whitney’s car at the cemetery, the summer takes on new and exciting possibilities. Long friendship wends its way into something deeper when their hearts get involved. Feelings neither of them had expected to experience again enrich their days and nights.  But what happens when the long summer ends? When Carol wants a family and commitment and a future, Steven isn’t so sure. He’s had his heart broken before—can he risk it again?


There had been other “hook-ups,” both during break-up times and since Promise’s death, but he had never given serious thought to waking up with anyone he slept with—at least, not on a consistent basis. No one ever asked or expected him to be faithful. No one called him her boyfriend. No one admitted they had to pee like a racehorse—it was as if the women he’d been with didn’t have bodily functions other than orgasm.

Not that exclusivity was a problem. It wasn’t at all.

“I don’t need you to fall in love with me or promise me lifelong loyalty or any of that. I don’t even expect you to consider our relationship a…well, a relationship, but I’m not much into that kind of adventure, either.” She grinned sheepishly. “I know I sound like a prude, but so be it.”

He knew she was no prude. She was exciting and sexy and so much fun he sometimes he went days on end thinking he might actually be able to live without Promise. Not just exist, but live, with a large part of his heart intact.

“I want to be your boyfriend,” he said. “No class ring—I hocked it to buy beer when I was a freshman in college. But we’ll sit together at all the Little League games and the Cup and Cozy and I’ll even buy—if I have any money. When you’re taking care of Reese and pretending you’re not, I’ll pretend right along with you. What do you think?”

“I think you have your eye on my Mustang.”

“Nah, it’s too little—hurts my knees—though I probably look good in it. Not as good as I do on a motorcycle, but not bad. I’ll be an excellent boyfriend.” He lifted her hand, turning the chain he’d given her round and round. “Boyfriends give charm bracelets.”

“Well, since you did give me the bracelet and I love it, it’s okay with me if you’re my boyfriend. For the summer anyway.” She leaned in to kiss him, her hand on his shoulder, and he caught her wrist just to touch her. He loved her skin.

“You don’t think I’ll stay in Peacock, do you?” He held her gaze.

“No.” But she didn’t seem unhappy—not even a little bit sad. “You’re too—I don’t know—intense, maybe. You move too fast. No one does that here. You know that. Besides, you’ve been gone too long. Other than a few weeks some summers and the awful time while Promise was sick, you haven’t actually lived here since you left for Vanderbilt. And I don’t think you’ve wanted to, have you?”

She was right—until this summer, he hadn’t wanted to come back here. But that was before finding Miss Abigail’s. Before Jamie Scott died.

Before Carol.

“Dillon was away for years,” he said. “He didn’t even come and visit after his folks retired to Arizona, and look at him now. You couldn’t pry him off Lawyers Row with a crowbar.”

Carol shook her head. “Dillon came home and found Grace. Had she not been here, he wouldn’t be either.”

But you’re here. Steven didn’t say the words out loud. He was startled to have even thought them.

She checked the clock on the oven. “It’s time for me to go. I told Grace I’d pick them up at ten. When are you guys leaving?”

“As soon as everyone kisses his wife goodbye. I’ll follow you into town and kiss you at the same time so you won’t feel out of place or anything.”

She went to the sink, rinsing the coffee carafe and their cups and draping the dishcloth neatly over the sink divider. “That’s really big of you. You’re not going to throw your cell phone away or anything like they did in that movie, are you?”

He picked up her suitcase to follow her out the door. “Nope. Why? Are you going to worry about me?”

“Heavens, no.” She opened the Mustang’s trunk for him. “I’m not your mother.” She gave a little toss of her ponytail. “I’m your girlfriend.”


Liz 2019Retired from the post office and married to Duane for…a really long time, USA Today bestselling author Liz Flaherty has had a heart-shaped adult life, populated with kids and grands and wonderful friends. She admits she can be boring, but hopes her curiosity about everyone and everything around her keeps her from it. She likes traveling and quilting and reading. And she loves writing.

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Guest Author: Don Travis


guest author don travisFirst, let me publicly thank Vicky for hosting my guest blog prior to the release of my sixth BJ Vinson mystery novel, The Voxlightner Scandal. Also like to thank Dreamspinner Press for publishing the work.

I’ve often said I had no intention of writing a series when I created BJ and the crew. Then along came The Bisti Business, although I still didn’t wake up to what was happening. When The City of Rocks was completed, I finally acknowledged BJ and Paul were my best friends and weren’t going to go away anytime soon. The seventh novel in the series, The Cutie-Pie Murders, is germinating in my computer right now.

Let’s take a look at Voxlightner. The novel’s blurb probably gives you a pretty good preview of the book:

No good deed goes unpunished, as investigator B. J. Vinson is about to discover.

Writer John Pierce Belhaven was murdered before he could reveal the name of another killer—one connected to the biggest scandal to rock Albuquerque in years. Two of the city’s most prominent citizens—Barron Voxlightner and Dr. Walther Stabler—vanished in 2004, along with fifty million dollars looted from Voxlightner Precious Metals Recovery Corp. It only makes sense that poking into that disappearance cost Belhaven his life.

But BJ isn’t so sure.

He’s agreed to help novice detective Roy Guerra reopen the old case—which the wealthy and influential Voxlightner family doesn’t want dredged up. But Belhaven was part of their family, and that connection could’ve led to his murder. Or did the sixty-year-old author die because of a sordid sexual affair?

The following excerpt comes at the end of Chapter 7 and beginning of Chapter 8. It’s designed to show how devious the perpetrators of the Voxlightner scandal were. BJ’s run down some names of employees of the looted company, not one of which he can find. Three of them rented a house in Albuquerque at one time, and we pick up where BJ is leaving the REIT that leased the house with information on two of the names, which his secretary and surrogate mom, Hazel, will run down. At this point, I should clue you that Paul’s pet name for BJ is Vince, simply because no one else calls our hero that.


I collected what information I could on Stark and Stanton, including social security numbers and references. On the way back to the office, I puzzled over why the names Stark and Stanton sounded vaguely familiar. Neither name had shown up in the Voxlightner file before.

I handed over the information to Hazel when I got back to the office. She hadn’t heard anything from Paul. But before I even got Stark’s and Stanton’s references called, she stuck her head in my door.

“Something’s fishy. The social security numbers don’t match.”

“Which number?”

“Neither one of them.”

The references turned out to be phony as well.

A little bell went off in my head. I googled both names and instantly understood why they seemed familiar. William Stark—or more likely Willie Stark—and Adam Stanton were characters in Robert Penn Warren’s Pulitzer Prize winning novel, All the King’s Men, based loosely on the life and death of the Kingfish, Governor Huey P. Long of Louisiana. Someone owned both a sense of history and humor.

My one true love got pumped when I told him what I’d learned about the Georgia Street address. He needed the uptick because he considered his trip to Socorro a bust.Once Paul rushed through the telling, he turned back to the results of my day. “So how do we run down Willie Stark and his henchman, Adam Stanton?”

“As I recall the book, Stanton was Stark’s nemesis, not his henchman. I believe Dr. Stanton assassinated the governor in the halls of the capitol for disgracing the doctor’s sister.”

“And it was based on a real dude?” Paul asked.

“The author took his inspiration from the life of Huey P. Long, a real-life governor of Louisiana in the 1930s. Long was quite a character, just like Warren’s Willie Stark. Long served out his term as governor even after he was elected to the US Senate.”

“Vince,” Paul said, “your penchant for history is showing. But Louisiana?”

“If Long hadn’t been assassinated in 1935, he might have given Franklin Roosevelt a run for his money in the ’36 presidential election.”

“So how do we figure out who our Stark and Stanton really are?”

“Follow the money. Somebody real, not characters in a book, paid rent on the house on Georgia.” I smashed a fist against my chair arm. “Son of a bitch!”

“What is it?” Paul asked, his eyes as round as washers.

“Sadie Burke.”

“The woman who sublet on Georgia Street?”

“I should have remembered when Hazel told me all she could find was a fictional Sadie Burke.”

“Don’t tell me. She’s out of All the King’s Men too.”


Now I suppose I have to tell you a little about myself. My life is so uninteresting, I’m using the bio from my prior blog: I’m an Okie born and raised who rambled around Germany while in the US Army and Denver and Albuquerque while in the business world. A tubercular child, I grew up in the library of my small hometown rather than on the sports fields. So what else should I do but write?  I was a paint artist for a while—oils and still life mostly—but that didn’t scratch my creative itch like writing did. I put away the brushes and took up the pen… well, the computer. Finding myself widowed in 2009, I flirted with moving back to Texas where most of my family has resettled, but the pull of New Mexico proved too strong. Here is where I choose to be and here… I will remain.

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Guest Author: Kristal Dawn Harris


red snowflakesForensic photographer, Dena Williams, has spent her life trained to see what others cannot. Vampire, Dimitri Kovac, has waited every Christmas for a miracle that does not come. In the Oregon wilderness, during a snowstorm, these two destined souls collide. Dena’s only hope of survival rests in a vampire with the heart of a poet. Dimitri only has five days to win a skeptical woman’s heart. As the Christmas tree lights burn brightly and the snow continues to fall, will Dena succumb to a vampire’s charms? With so little time, can Dimitri win her love?





About Kristal Dawn Harris

Kristal Dawn Harris is an award-winning, American romance author. She loves romance of any kind, but paranorKristal Harrismal is her favorite. “The Rings of Faolan-Emeralds” is her debut novel published by The Wild Rose Press, Inc. She currently lives in Ohio (go Buckeyes!) with her husband. She’s been married 27 years and has two beautiful children. Kristal attended Miami University and finished a degree in Accounting Tech. If you see her out walking and notice she walks a little funny, it’s because she does! In 1999, Kristal was diagnosed with Guillain-Barre syndrome and now wears drop-foot braces on her feet and legs, but that’s okay. She’s a survivor and proud of it! Kristal loves spending time with her family, singing at church, coin collecting, swimming, the beach, the mountains, reading, crafting and anything with a darker edge to it.