Author Archives: Vicky Burkholder

About Vicky Burkholder

Writer, editor, reviewer

Guest Author: Heidi Cullinan


Hi, and thanks for having me here today. I’m going to share a little information about my latest release, The Doctor’s Orders, available August 20 from Dreamspinner Press and wherever books are sold.

TheDoctorsOrders_FINALThe Doctor’s Orders is book three in the Copper Point: Medical series, the final book in that trilogy. In this installment, we get to know Jared, an openly gay pediatrician, and Nick, the very closeted CEO of the hospital. Though Nick and Jared secretly dated in high school, it was clear nothing was ever going to happen between them again…until Jared and Nick are trapped in an elevator together, where sparks fly.

Copper Point may be known as a small northern Wisconsin town famous for not wanting to change, but things are certainly shaking up at St. Ann’s Medical Center, the city’s quirky, county-run hospital. Secret romances, fake relationships, second chances at love, scandalous liaisons in an elevator—all while longstanding and shockingly deep corruption are exposed. St. Ann’s young new leadership and upstanding team of doctors will lead the way to truth, and to love.

Here’s a little snippet from the book, including a scene in said elevator! I hope you enjoy this excerpt, and I hope you give The Doctor’s Orders a try!


It was something about the darkness, Jared decided, making them both come undone. Part of him wanted to pull away and demand answers—what was Nick thinking, kissing him like this not once but twice, where did he intend to take this?—but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but respond to Nick’s slow, steady burn of desire.

Couldn’t do anything but answer with the flare of his own.

They were both burning, all right. Jared didn’t know where the man had practiced his kisses—honestly, he didn’t want that question answered—but whoever had taught him, Nick had been a good student. This kiss was slow and tantalizing, Nick drawing on Jared’s lips before delving inside, his tongue playing lazily along Jared’s own, as if they were tucked away in a bedroom, not trapped in a perilously balanced elevator shaft.

Nick ran his fingers along Jared’s jaw, breaking the kiss long enough to smile. “Your beard tickles when I kiss you. Not used to that.”

Why did it feel so hard to breathe? “I’ll shave it.”

“Don’t.” Nick nipped at his chin, then kissed the underside of his jaw. “This is good too.”

Everything felt so surreal. Jared tried to float on the moment, but when the banging below them became too loud, he tensed up more and more, and when the elevator jolted once again, he cried out, clenching at Nick’s shirtfront.

Nick tucked him in close, threading fingers into his hair. “It’s all right. It’s going to be all right.”

“I was going to go to bed,” Jared whispered into Nick’s neck. “But I needed a ride home, and I was lonely, and so I said I’d go home with Owen and Erin.”

The hand in his hair kneaded gently. “I’m sorry you were lonely. I don’t want you to be.”

Do you understand you’re part of the reason why I am? Except that wasn’t fair. It wasn’t Nick’s fault Jared couldn’t let go. Though this elevator interlude was setting all his progress back twenty years and then some. “What’s going to happen when we get out? Are you going to pretend this didn’t happen?”


Jared’s heart beat faster. He opened his eyes, but he couldn’t see anything. He could smell, though. Nick’s scent, his cologne, the spicy Nick-ness of him everywhere, in Jared’s nostrils, on his tongue. He wanted to dive into that, but he wanted answers more. “What does that mean, no? What’s going to happen between us now?”

Release Date: Tuesday, April 23, 2019

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Heidi Cullinan head shot_0Author of over thirty novels, Midwest-native Heidi Cullinan writes positive-outcome romances for LGBT characters struggling against insurmountable odds because she believes there’s no such thing as too much happy ever after. Heidi is a two-time RITA® finalist and her books have been recommended by Library Journal, USA Today, RT Magazine, and Publisher’s Weekly. When Heidi isn’t writing, she enjoys cooking, reading novels and manga, playing with her cats, and watching too much anime. Find out more at


Guest Author: Karilyn Bentley


What genre do your books fall into or is it a genre blended? I write paranormal romance and urban fantasy.

What inspires you to write? Being able to tell my stories to others.

Do you listen to music or set the mood somehow to get writing? No, I don’t listen to music as that’s too distracting for me. I start singing to the lyrics and then forget what I’m writing. But I do like to drink a cup of hot tea while I write.

Do you come up with the plot or characters first? It depends on the story but usually the plot.

Do you have a favorite book of yours? I love The Song of Ice and Fire series. I can’t just choose one book. There are too many I love!

Who would you consider an influence on your writing? Reading a Sherrilyn Kenyon book years ago put me on the path to writing romance. I got to meet her years ago and told her how reading one of her books made me decide to write romance. After she gave me an odd look, I clarified it some so I didn’t seem like a crazy stalker!

Tell me something quirky about yourself. I have to make up the bed as soon as I get up in the morning.

What do you aim to make people feel when they read your books? I want them to feel a cross of suspense and humor. But mostly I want them to be happy they read an enjoyable story.

What’s next for you? I’m working on a paranormal mystery. Can’t tell you much more than that!

Do you sing in the shower? Sometimes. It drives my hubby nuts because I can’t stay on tune if I try!

Blurb for The Shadowheart Curse:

perf5.000x8.000.inddEscaping New York after a client’s untimely death, medium Adrianna Sinclair flees to her family property in Italy. All she wants is to avoid ghosts, but an attractive one tempts her in ways she never knew possible.  Luca Fausto has been trapped on the Romani property for over a century for a crime he didn’t commit.  Adrianna may be the answer to breaking the curse that keeps him bound.  Standing in their way is a demonic spirit’s plan for revenge.  Will they prevail or will Luca be cursed to the shadows forever?


Lights drew her attention to the opposite wing of the mill, where a man stood staring at her window. At her. Breath caught in her lungs as she froze.

But only for a brief moment until she realized it wasn’t a man, at least not a living one. Her breath escaped on a whoosh of relief. Intuition whispered the man was the spirit who’d watched her last night.

The one from her dream.

Shadows clung to his body, ghostly fingers releasing as he stepped into the dim slash of moonlight. Lights flickered from behind him, like the dying gasps of sputtering candles. Dressed in a white shirt with an old-fashioned high collar, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, and dark trousers, he reminded her of a working man in a World War I photograph. As if he had removed his coat and tie and rolled up his sleeves to get to work.

Except the men in those photos didn’t sport the wide-eyed, happy look of this man. Ghost. Whatever. Yeah, he wasn’t the only one surprised. She’d sworn never to see a ghost again, yet there stood a ghost, captured by her gaze. The man was hot, in an old-fashioned way. At least he didn’t sport a handle-bar moustache.

He gestured to her, his hand beckoning in a “come here” motion.

She squeezed the bridge of her nose. Was she actually thinking of heading his way? Judging by the way her feet pointed toward the door, she’d already decided. Dammit. She might not want to see a ghost or speak to a spirit, but past experience told her if she ignored them, they ramped up the annoying factor.

How bad could it be to talk to an attractive spirit?


KarilynBentleyKarilyn Bentley’s love of reading stories and preference for sitting in front of a computer at home instead of in a cube, drove her to pen her own works, blending fantasy and romance mixed with a touch of funny.

Her paranormal romance novella, Werewolves in London, placed in the Got Wolf contest and started her writing career as an author of sexy heroes and lush fantasy worlds.

Karilyn lives in Colorado with her own hunky hero, two crazy dogs, aka The Kraken and Sir Barks-A-Lot, and a handful of colorful saltwater fish.







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Bookstore Romance Day!

I’ll be at Cupboard Maker Books in Enola PA – come join us!

Celebrate the first Bookstore Romance Day, a new nationwide event in appreciation of the romance genre, at the Cupboard Maker Books!  Our favorite local romance authors will be signing all day from 10 AM to 8 PM in two-hour time slots.

Authors signing:

  • 12 noon: Natalie J. Damschroder, Allysa Hart, Laurel Kerr, & Victoria Smith
  • 2 PM: Rachel J. Good, Heather Heyford, Heidi Hormel, Kelly Long, & Jackie Paxson
  • 4 PM: Leigh Fleming, Roz Lee, J.L. Lora, Odessa Moon, Cate Tayler
  • 6 PM: Vicky Burkholder, Lucy Eden, Andrew Gray, Allison B. Hanson, Briana Michaels, & Misty Simon

And when the store closes at 8 PM the party doesn’t stop! We are holding a slumber party all night long: complete with pizza in the evening, donuts and coffee in the morning, and of course lots of hijinks all night long with lots of romance authors.

Guest Post: Andrew Grey



HeartUnbrokenFSTagline: Survive and Conquer

Series: Hearts Entwined Series (Book 4)

Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance/ Gay Romance/ LGTBQA

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Release Date: Aug 6 2019

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print (1st Edition)

Blurb: Car restorer Dean Milford knows how to make damaged things beautiful again. Only, after a bad breakup, he loses sight of who he is, playing the field and distracting himself with any man he comes across. But now there’s only one guy who really matters to him. And maybe with his latest restoration job—a vintage Cobra—he’ll get the chance to let him know.

Losing his sight wasn’t the worst thing to happen to Lee Studer—losing his independence was. It’s taken a while, but he’s finally found his place in the world—in a garage. Funny enough, his acute hearing allows him to pinpoint engine problems just by listening. And even better, he’s going to have a chance to help his long-time crush, Dean, rebuild his fantasy car.

As the restoration comes together, so do Lee and Dean, building a friendship that quickly turns into so much more. But before they can think about a future together, they have to deal with the past. Only that turns out to be more dangerous than either one ever dreamed….


“Not that I’m complaining, but things just take longer for us sometimes.” Trevor patted James’s hand. “It’s all part of being loved by this man.” He smiled. “Okay, let’s change the subject. Did you see the Porsche  that was brought in yesterday?”

“You work on those?” Dean asked.

“They took it to the dealership, but their mechanics couldn’t figure it out. I’m going to ask Lee and Scott to check it out tomorrow.”

Dean paused, his mind instantly recalling the last time he saw Lee. The younger man always worked with his best friend, Scott. They were an odd pair. Scott was Lee’s eyes, and Lee was Scott’s ears. The two of them had worked together since James had brought car-crazy Lee to the garage in an effort to help him adjust to losing his sight. They were like Mutt and Jeff. Not that Dean paid much attention to Scott—Brent would probably break his nose if he did—but Lee…. More than once when he’d stopped into the service station on Brown Deer, Dean had found himself watching Lee.

“Why them?” Dean asked absently, his mind’s eye still seeing Lee’s long, lithe body pressed close to Scott. They communicated through touch, and more than once Dean had wished he could take Scott’s place for just a couple of hours.

“Lee has an incredible sense of hearing and can often tell what’s wrong with a car by listening to it. Scott has amazing instincts, and together they can do just about anything,” Brent explained. “When Lee lost his sight, James asked if he could come to the garage, since Lee has always loved cars, and,  well….”

James took over the story. “Lee is a car guy, pure and simple, so I arranged for him to spend some time at the garage. I was hoping it would give him back some of what he lost. Scott became his friend and work partner. When Scott was in an accident and lost his hearing, Lee was there for him, and they figured out how to work together again. They each have special talents—it’s like cars talk to them.”

Brent nodded his agreement and cut into his beef. Dean did the same as the conversation at the table died down. His mind wandered back to Lee and how every time he saw him, Dean damned near made a fool of himself. Lee was in his early twenties, and Dean was, well, an old man by comparison. More than once he’d stood at the windows in Brent’s office while he waited for Brent or Trevor, watching Lee, his mind rolling through possibilities that had about a snowball’s chance in hell.

Granted, Lee couldn’t see him, so he wouldn’t immediately know the mileage that Dean had put on himself, but it was the wear and tear on his spirit and on his soul that Dean really worried about.

“Lee is a good guy,” James said, and it took Dean a second to realize that James was talking to him. “He’s been through a lot, more than most people his age.”

Dean could have sworn by the little grin on James’s lips that he knew all Dean’s secrets.

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Andrew 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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Guest Author: Denise Carbo


Scent of Betrayal

Denise Carbo

perf5.000x8.000.inddTag line:  A Shifter, A Mate, A Conspiracy.

Blurb: Wolf shifter, Davis Campbell is on a mission. His job is to babysit a woman from a rival clan. He believes all he has to do is get her back to Scotland. What he doesn’t figure on is her possibly being his mate.

Bethany Leitner, an owl shifter, has been betrayed, attacked, framed, and left for dead. Trust in herself and others is hard to find. So when her self-appointed guardian begins to bark orders, she is ready to show her talons.

Character Interview:

Bethany and Davis thank you for agreeing to answer a few questions.

What’s one word you would use to describe the other?

Davis: “Just one?” He says gazing lovingly at Bethany sitting next to him. “Beautiful, inside and out.”

Bethany: She smiles as a pink tinge paints her cheekbones. “Honorable.”

What do you love most about each other?

Davis: “That’s easy, everything.”

Bethany: Davis squeezes her hand and Bethany rests her head on his shoulder. “I have to concur. Although, I know our answers would have been much different if asked when we met.”

What do you like least about each other?

Bethany: “I’ll take the lead on this one. He’s stubborn.”

Davis: “Right back at you, babe.” He lifts their joined hands and kisses the back of hers.

Bethany: She chuckles. “Of course, we probably wouldn’t be here if we weren’t.”

When did you know they were the one for you?

Davis: My buddy, Greer, was the first to point out my…let’s say preoccupation with Bethany. I began to suspect she was my mate after that. The first time I kissed her I knew for sure.”

Bethany: “I didn’t know that.” She straightens the hem of her dress. “I guess I’m a little slower. I had a hard time believing my attraction to Davis was reciprocated. I guess I was afraid to dream he was my mate.”

Davis: “To be fair, you had a lot going on at the time and I wasn’t exactly ready to accept or admit anything.”


Excerpt:  Davis snorted. “Yeah, well, the little peacemaker tried to get rid of me when I didn’t kowtow to Aaron and the advisor. I don’t think she fully realizes the precarious position she and her clan are in right now.”

“On the contrary, I am quite aware, which is why I don’t see the need to make the matter worse by antagonizing everyone around me.”

Davis slowly swiveled his head to meet Bethany’s glare. She stood in the open doorway to the bathroom with her arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Her dark gaze pinned on him. She’d changed into a blue dress. It accentuated her tiny waist, skimming just below her knees, allowing him an appreciative view of her trim legs. Her pursed lips only accentuated the pink little bow of her mouth. He couldn’t help but imagine what it might be like to grab a taste.

An amused chuckle sounded in his ear. “She doesn’t sound very happy with you, Davis. Are you sure you want to stay?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”


Bio:   Denise Carbo writes Paranormal Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Contemporary Romance. She is a voracious reader, loves to travel, is fascinated by the supernatural, and enjoys figuring out the culprit of books and movies before the ending is revealed.

She has a bachelor’s degree in Business Administration and Marketing and lives in a small, picturesque New England town with her high school sweetheart and their three amazing sons.


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Where do you get your ideas?


The question most often asked of authors is “Where do you get your ideas?” It’s the question we dread the most because there’s no simple answer. Or, rather, there is.


Writer’s often talk about their muses. That little spark that gives us the brilliant idea for our next story, or to push us past a stumbling block in our current one. It can be anything or anyone. A headline from a newspaper article. A homeless person stumbling down the street. A mother-to-be waddling around a store picking out baby supplies. A line from a song/TV show/movie/book.

Our muse gives us the idea and we run with it. For instance, this morning, my husband read an article to me from the paper about a Dutch custom of taking children out to the woods at night and dropping them off for them to find their way back to camp. That sounds horrifying to me… and yet, it sparked an idea. One I’m going to add to my file of ideas for the next time I get stuck. For me… that article and my husband pointing it out, was my muse for the moment.

Muses are fickle, but if you’re careful, they’re all around you. You just have to look and listen. Be aware of everything and everyone.

So where do I get my ideas? From my muse…who is everywhere and everything.

Guest Author: Kristal Harris


Headshots005websizeWhat made you decide to become a writer? I don’t think anyone chooses to become a writer-it just happens. In college, several of my English professors said, “Hey, you write really well. Ever consider writing a book?” Young and focused on other things, I rolled my eyes; however, as time went on, I started messing around with poems, then songs, and now I’m an author. I guess those professors knew what they were talking about after all!

How long did it take to get published the first time and how did it happen? After I completed my first novel, “The Rings of Faolan-Emeralds,” I started researching publishers on the internet. There are many great publishers out there, but I wanted someone noted for working with their authors. This was my debut novel and I knew I needed guidance and help. The Wild Rose Press was the only publisher I submitted my first book to. After almost a year of edits, I landed my first contract!

What would you do differently the next time? The only thing I might do differently is complete an entire series before submitting the novels. I’ve noticed a trend where authors who write series are putting all books up at once. As a reader myself, I like the idea of not having to wait for the next book in a series I’m following.

What advice would you give an aspiring author? I’ve only been writing for a few years, but I have learned a few things along the way. Never give up, don’t take anything personal, constructive criticism will help you become a better writer, listen to your gut, and market like there’s no tomorrow!

Who is your favorite character in your book and why? I love Elise Faolan from “The Rings of Faolan-Emeralds.” She is an independent, educated, strong woman who’s not afraid to admit when she’s wrong.

Do you eat comfort food when writing? If so, what food inspires your imagination? There is always a can of Diet Mt. Dew, something chocolate and a little salty by my laptop when I’m writing! LOL  I graze the entire time I’m lost in a world I’m creating. I really don’t know why, but it’s a terrible habit!

What about music? Do you listen to anything while writing? What? I am a huge music fan! I always listen to my favorite artists in the background while writing. If I’m doing an intimate scene, I listen to something sultry with a great beat. I also like to listen to something sensual when writing the first chapter of a book because it sets the tone or mood for the entire story.

What hobby do you enjoy when not writing? I started coin collecting several years ago. The hobby escalated quickly from state quarter maps to Morgan silver dollars. There’s something calming about working with coins. The hobby helps center my mind and I like the texture of the coins beneath my fingertips. My husband basically took over the hobby while I’ve been writing, but I still like to touch the coins when I have time.

What is your favorite book that you’ve read? I am a huge Christine Feehan fan. I’ve read every book from her “Dark” series and anxiously await each new release. “Dark Prince,” the first book in that series, gets to me every single time and I’ve read it multiple times. There’s something about the main character’s loneliness that makes my heart ache, and I’m a vampire lover as well.

You’re on a remote island with no electricity. What do you do to write?This would be a fantasy come true for me! I can’t say I’d only write one piece. I could see myself writing a few songs as well as a romance novel-maybe a modern-day pirate.

What genre would you like to try writing in but haven’t yet done so? Why?I would love to try writing a horror story. I’m attracted to the paranormal world, so in my mind it seems the logical next step.

BLURB for The Rings of Faolan-Rubies

From the first, Michael Faolan and Natalie Terrence knew they were destined to be Lycan mates, but constant danger in Michael’s life keeps them separated. They are stalked by the hunters, a group of men who plan to eradicate all Lycan as vermin. Natalie refuses to acknowledge the bond that she has with Michael until hunters burn down his barn and he is gravely injured. She cannot resist his call, even with the threat hanging over his head.

Michael Faolan has secrets of his own, but he is happy to accept Natalie’s ministrations. Their attraction ignites into flames of passion as they continue to fight the hunters. Could his secrets dampen the hunger Natalie feels for her mate, or can they use that desire to build a family and forge a love so strong no man, woman, or beast can tear them apart?


Michael stepped closer to the wall when she slipped under her covers. He braced his hands against the stone. Sweat ran down his back and disappeared into the waistband of his loose jeans. The scent of her arousal drenched his body. He soaked it into his pores and his mind. His eyes glowed silver in the darkness. The predator rose to the surface quickly. His canines dropped over his lower lip. His body trembled all over, on the cusp of losing control. He rode the edge somewhere between man and wolf. His teeth snapped together before he collapsed on the floor to embrace the change.

Bones cracked and popped in the darkness. Black fur covered his skin as his body reshaped itself. His face elongated into a black snout. Huge paws formed where his hands and feet had been. Thunder clapped loudly above Heather Ridge. He was thankful for it as his body slammed into the wall. He held on too long before allowing his wolf to emerge. Now the beast was restless and edgy. Natalie’s scent still saturated the air even though she was asleep. His wolf growled low and deep with her so close.