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Five Authors, One Sentence!

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A Collection of Romance Novellas

a collection of romance novellasSeveral years ago, five authors met at a a conference and got to talking about stories, as authors do. The premise: That if 5 authors start with the same sentence, they will all write vastly different stories. So we did. The results: made of awesome. From contemporary to futuristic, these novellas have a little bit of everything, but most especially—love-filled happy endings.

Rebound by Allison B. Hanson
After wallowing in agony for weeks after a bad break-up, Reese is set up on a blind date. Reluctantly, he goes and meets the girl of his dreams. The only problem? He was at the wrong place and met the wrong girl. Now, desperate to find her, he scours the campus as fate weaves an impossible journey.

Lost and Found by Misty Simon
When Mike Emory sees his ex’s post on social media that she’s looking for her lost dog, he’s out the door in a flash. Their break-up was not amicable, but he loved that dog and can’t imagine him on his own. Elsie Hews has been scouring the streets for hours when she runs into the last person she wants helping her—the guy who never seemed to think she was capable of doing anything herself. This is her dog, though, her baby, and she’ll accept Mike’s help to find him, then say goodbye again. Or that’s the plan, at least…

Frozen Dreams by Victoria Smith
When a dangerous weather anomaly strikes, Jane will do whatever it takes to travel to be with her family. Even if it means getting stuck with her husband, Adam. Instead of talking to him about how they will never have a family, she took the chicken route and left, despite being deeply in love with him. Now they must face the storm and their emotions.

Through the Void by Natalie J. Damschroder
There’s only one thing Vix can do when she finds out about the secret life that has led to her husband’s coma—make that life hers. When she goes on her first mission through the void, however, she finds not only a new self-purpose, but her lost husband, as well. She did the impossible once. Can she do it again, and bring him home?

A Real Boy by Vicky Burkholder
Jillian Night is on the hunt for inter-planetary kidnappers. Her bosses demand she have a partner, but Jillian has had enough of human ones. She prefers to work alone so Fleet assigns her one of the new androids. Zeus is a little too real for Jillian’s comfort and she finds herself attracted to him—until she meets the real man pulling the strings. Maybe having a real, live partner wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Books: M.S. Spencer!

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M. S. Spencer Author (2)Thank you so much for having Sydney, Olivia, and Rémy at your fascinating blog The Whole Shebang, Misty. I’d like to talk about the background for the story, and about Olivia’s dilemma.

 

My traveling life began at the age of six months, when my family moved from New York to North Carolina. Soon after we were winging halfway across the world to Turkey in a Boeing Stratocruiser, just like my hero Elian and my heroine Sydney did. Since then I’ve lived or traveled in Europe, the Middle East, Africa, the US, Central America, and South America. Like Sydney and Elian I’ve seen the Golestan Palace in Iran and walked the Hamra in Beirut. Like them, I’ve ridden a bus down the switchbacks of the eastern Turkish mountains past Mount Ararat. Like Elian and Sydney, I love Paris.  Is it any wonder that Olivia would Paris 1want some of that adventure with a dashing, rich Frenchman?

 

 

 

 

Lapses of Memory

Wild Rose Press, 3/15/2017, Imprint: Champagne Rose

Contemporary romantic suspense/Action Adventure; M/F; 2 flames

Ebook (70,560); Print: 296 pp.

 

 

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It is spring in Old Town Alexandria, and Sydney Bellek is dictating her memoir to her daughter Olivia. Every few years from the age of five she meets her true love Elian Davies, but while he remembers her, she doesn’t recognize him. Only after surviving wars, revolutions, and years of separation will she realize they are meant to be, but this time it is Elian who has lost his memory of her. Will he remember her before she loses heart or will their new love be enough to replace the old one?

 

Meanwhile, her daughter Olivia has her own dilemma—how to choose between two handsome, accomplished, loving men—men who represented polar opposites. Rémy, dashing, rich, world traveler—French. Benjamin, dependable, reasonable, domestic, American to his Pilgrim core.

 

Excerpt (G): Rémy

 

“Welcome, stranger.” Sydney offered her cheek. The chiseled features of the man at the door inclined toward her with polished grace. One perfect ringlet of ebony hair sidled down his temple. He kissed her and drew back, his black eyes sparkling.

“You grow more beautiful every year, Madame Davies.”

“I see you still have that silver tongue.” His hostess gave a gentle laugh to soften the criticism. “Olivia, why don’t we go into the drawing room? Would you like a cocktail, Rémy? Or champagne?”

Sydney kept the conversation light, dwelling on politics and religion rather than the weather. The tense muscles in Rémy’s shoulders gradually relaxed as the evening wore on and the wine flowed. He even began glancing at Olivia now and then, something he had studiously avoided at first. He hasn’t forgotten about Benjamin. That’s good.Sydney watched her daughter. She sensed Olivia had been opposed to this dinner—whether out of shame or apprehension Sydney wasn’t sure. Even now her face remained inscrutable, annoying her mother. Just like Elian.

“Dessert?”

“No, thank you.”

“Coffee then?”

“Yes, please.”

When they were served, Sydney rose. “Why don’t you two take your cups to the living room? I have some things to do to prepare for my trip. I shall return in a few minutes.” She let them go, waiting for a sign. Sure enough, as they passed out the door, their hands found one another and squeezed. She sighed and headed upstairs.

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“Must you go so soon? The evening is still young.”

“Yes, Madame.” Rémy’s hooded eyes kept her from deciphering his state of mind.

“We’ll see you again before you return to France?”

He twisted to look at Olivia. The pause lengthened. Olivia stared into his eyes, silent. “I hope so.”

When he’d gone, Sydney indicated a chair to her daughter. “Tell me what happened.”

As if she knew there was no escape, Olivia sat and squared her shoulders. “He asked me to go back to France with him.”

“Ah.”

“I…I said I’d think about it.”

“Ah.”

Olivia stood and started to pace. “I wish…”

“You wish Benjamin would show up out of the blue, sweep you off your feet, and carry you off to…er…”

Her daughter halted. “I do?”

Sydney shrugged. “If you up and took off with Rémy, would you ever know what you’d do if he did?”

Jaw slack, Olivia stared at her mother. “Say that again?”

 

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About the Author

 

Although M. S. Spencer has lived or traveled in five of the seven continents, the last thirty years were spent mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director, and parent. After many years in academia, she worked for the U.S. Senate, the U.S. Department of the Interior, in several library systems, both public and academic, and at the Torpedo Factory Art Center.
Ms. Spencer has published ten romantic suspense novels, and has two more in utero. She has two fabulous grown children and an incredible granddaughter. She divides her time between the Gulf Coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.

 

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Hoedown Showdown is HERE!

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It’s here! It’s HERE! It’s finally HERE!

This journey started in 2004, for those who came in late to the lesson 🙂 I wrote the first Ivy in California, wanting to write a curvy lady who needed to find and refine her backbone. I wrote it and wrote it and edited it and edited it. I sent it off to Draumr Publishing and the lovely Rida Allen took a chance on me. Ivy and I became best friends as I wrote four more books and Rida and I created our own secret language as she told me over and over again to stop with the word JUST!

And then life happened, as it is wont to do. Draumr had to close its doors and I thought to put Ivy to bed, happy that I’d had that journey with her and with Rida. Both Rida and Ivy taught me so much about writing, about editing, about laughing. I wrote a few books for The Wild Rose Press and then one day asked, just on the off-chance, if they’d consider reissuing Ivy. And sure enough they did. And Ivy was reborn in new covers, with a new audience, and new digs. It’s been a great experience and I wanted to make sure to have one last hurrah with a brand new book. And so Hoedown Showdown was born.

Thank you to everyone who has been on this journey from the beginning, the new beginning and even if this is your first step into Ivy’s world. You make this all worth it and I could not possibly love you more for laughing with my girl, loving my girl and reading her adventures.

Mwah! Misty (and Ivy)

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This isn’t goodbye, just a farewell as I walk into a new world with a new girl who wants you to love her too… Tallie will be coming to you in November. Ivy would like her and I bet you will too. In the meantime, finish out this journey with me in style.

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The Countdown Begins for the last Ivy!

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Let me be honest here. I have always had trouble telling how many days it’s been “since” something and how many day it is “until” something. Do you count the day you’re on? What about the day that you arrive? I have no idea. So let’s just leave it at the last ivy Morris Mystery, Hoedown Showdown, an entirely new story that has never been released before, is available Friday! Finish this journey with me and my girl Ivy. You won’t be disappointed!

~Misty

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Super Release Day! Christmas in Kissinger!

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I know, I know, Thanksgiving comes first and I hate to push the Big Turkey aside but my very special Christmas novel is out today and I couldn’t be happier! Christmas in Kissinger says goodbye to the people in my series Kissinger Kisses with a big, glorious THE END and happy trails to all. We wave farewell to Claudia and Nate, Chelsea and Jack, Zoe and Dex with a compilation of stories about their friends falling in luuuuurve. I hope you will love reading this as much as I loved writing it!

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I absolutely adore this cover, by the way 🙂

Kissinger Kisses, Book Four

Absolutely No Returns or Exchanges
Years ago Jocelyn Moreland fled to Kissinger with a broken heart. When she’s asked to choreograph a surprise dance for an upcoming wedding, she has no idea it will lead to Sam Locke turning her life upside down.

Designs on a Dame
Logan West’s had his eye on Adele Dame but fears it’ll cause issues if he pursues her. When they catch the garter and the bouquet, respectively, at a wedding, he starts reconsidering. Now if he could only find the right time to ask her out.

Maybe This Time
A set of unfortunate events led to Mason Nottingham missing the “Christmas” he’d hoped would get his life back on track. He wants to see his son and have another chance with his ex, Paige Barton, but he’s messed up a lot. First, he has to convince her to at least give him a chance to start making amends.

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Cover Reveal: J.C. McKenzie!

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“Two months ago my world collapsed and the beast reigned.

Seven weeks ago the SRD captured me.

Nine days ago, they injected me with something vile.

Today, I break free.

And tomorrow?

I’ll make them pay.”

Badass Shifter Andy McNeilly wakes up from a horrible nightmare, only to discover it wasn’t a dream, and she’s no longer quite so badass. Chemically curbed, Andy has lost touch with her feras and beast when she needs them most. Can she regain control of her supernatural abilities in time to reap retribution from her enemies, or will she fall as fodder in a power play for control of Vancouver’s seedy underworld?

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No feras. No beast. Whatever they shot me with blocked my communication with the animals. Did it prevent shifting as well? I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to call a form and change. Only a headache answered. Dread flittered across my skin. Was this permanent?

As the Carus, the genetic throwback to the first demi-god progeny of the beast goddess, I caged a beast with rage and power rivaled by few, and possessed more than one animal familiar to shift into.

At least, I did until the SRD shot me full of chemicals. Would I ever regain my abilities? Hear the indignant screech of the peregrine falcon? Or the lusty purr of the mountain lion? Or soulful howl of the wolf?

My heart hammered, punching bone. A buzzing sensation filled my head. The “wrongness” of my condition grated against my nerves, slicing them into slivers like a planer shucking off wood shavings.

Something in my abdomen swelled, as if the beast pushed against whatever barrier caged and hid her from me.

I’ll get you out, I told her, not knowing if she could hear. We’ll make them pay.

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Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.

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Website: www.jcmckenzie.ca

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Super Release Day! Desperately Seeking Salvage!

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Oh man, I am over the moon excited! Today is super release day for the first novella in my new Adventures in Ghostsitting Series! You’re going to laugh, you might be a little scared and I hope you are highly entertained by my girl Mel Hargrove who owns a junkyard that’s just a little more than a collection of trash…

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Mel Hargrove, eighties enthusiast, is the protector of much more than random cars and broken washing machines. Each piece in her precious junkyard has a ghost attached to it. No one in Frysville is aware of the secret that’s just down the road from them, and she wants to keep it that way. But when she finds naked statues of aging townspeople in the main square, she must figure out if someone, or something, is missing from her junkyard and out causing havoc. With a host of ghosts behind her and her new boyfriend beside her, Mel is ready to take on almost anything. Almost being the operative word…

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Excerpt:

The book popped open to lie flat on her desk and fluttered its pages for about two minutes, going back and forth through sections and times. It landed on nothing.

“I can’t believe we don’t have a single statue maker here.” She shoved the glasses back up on her nose.

“What about someone who works, or worked, with marble?” Becker offered.

“Why not?” Mel glanced back and gave him a smile. “Okay. I’m looking for someone who is capable of chiseling marble.”

More fluttering, more shuffling back and forth fast enough to send a light breeze tousling her frosted hair. She played with the jelly bracelet on her wrist while she waited for the thing to settle down.

The book halted suddenly, the air stilling as she looked down at the name highlighted in red. “Jameson McElroy Cleverton.”

Well, she knew where he was because she’d rented him out in his shaving kit to Mrs. Paisley to clear her house of negative energy brought on by her family fighting during a family reunion last week. “Next.”

More flapping followed by a slowing down, and one page at a time slid across each other. Another name was highlighted in red. “Casey Deavers.”

Casey in his sea-glass bubble was on a trip to the Martins’ house to dust the knickknacks standing on the shelf that no one wanted to use a ladder for, ten feet above the floor. “Next.”

One page slid slowly to the right but settled back down before it fully flipped.

She tried to move it herself, and it was as if it had been welded to the other pages. Grabbing a letter opener from her Gem and the Holograms cup, she tried to wedge it in between the pages, but the bugger wasn’t budging.

She slapped both hands on the desk, stared hard at the book, and said, “Show me the next.”

The page rippled like water in a pond after a rock had been thrown, but it didn’t flip.

“What’s going on?” Becker asked.

She shook her head at him, not wanting to break her concentration. “Show me the next,” she said louder and with more force.

The page wrinkled and crinkled and twisted and squirmed but didn’t actually turn.

“Now!” she yelled like a drill sergeant.

The page surged against the rest of the book, humping up enough for Mel to get her fingers in under it. She would see this freaking page if she had to tear the damn thing out.

It flipped, the rest of the pages turned on top of it, and the back of the book slammed down on her hand, pinning it so tightly her fingers began to ache.

“What the hell?” Becker stepped back.

“Get me the phone, please,” she said trying to pull her hand out of the book. It was futile. The book just compressed harder. Her circulation was being cut off.

“What is going on?” he asked while handing her the phone.

“Can you hit the speed dial five?”

He did that, too, but one eyebrow kicked up, which wasn’t surprising since her hand was caged in a book that looked like it was trying to eat her.

“I promise to answer all your questions in just a minute.”

The other eyebrow joined the first, high on his forehead.

The phone rang in her ear. Mercifully Serena picked up on the second ring. “What’s up, chickie?”

“I’m stuck in my book. What do I do?”

Serena whistled through the phone, a long sound of disbelief. “Did you piss it off?”

“Maybe.”

“What happened?”

“Do we have to go through all this? I need to get my hand out of the book before my fingers fall off. The book is clamped down around me and won’t let go.”

“Tell it you withdraw the question.”

But she didn’t want to withdraw the question. Whatever was in red on that page was probably the exact name she needed. Without it she had no way of knowing who to go after or what they were attached to. She’d be at a dead end.

On the other hand, well, she’d still have her hand.