Character Guest Post: “Is Stalking a Wicked Passion?” Wicked Wednesday Post by Amber Daulton

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My guest Amber Daulton has opened the door for her character Ángel Rascón. He has a villainous tale you'll want to read on this Wicked Wednesday. 

People talk about wicked men like we crawl out of the dark already ruined. Like the choices come easy. Like the line between right and wrong snaps clean. I used to believe that, too, until the day Marisol knelt beside me on the sidewalk and kept me alive with her bare hands.

I’d been shot. Heat tore through my chest and shoulder. Blood soaked my shirt and pooled under me. A drive‑by isn’t personal until you’re the one bleeding out on the street, trying to stay conscious long enough to figure out who pulled the trigger. I should’ve died there. Fate disagreed.

When I woke up the next day in the hospital, Marisol was there. She’d stayed overnight in her blood-smeared clothes just to make sure I pulled through the surgery. We were strangers, but her kindness hooked its claws into me.

That’s when I developed my new favorite passion—stalking.

I filed a background check on her, and once released from the hospital, I drove by her house. More than once. All right, a dozen times. Then I waited in her yard, behind the bushes, along the fence line, watching her move through her life like she wasn’t the reason I was still breathing.

Six weeks of recovery gave me too much time to think. Her voice replayed in my head. The memory of her touch. The sassy sweetness in her smile. The huskiness in her laugh. I built an innocent version of her in my mind and wanted the real woman in my life. I fell in love with the idea of her.

Before long, I knew her routine—when she slept, what she ate, where she went, who she associated with—and I learned one very important thing. She was as lonely as me.

Thankfully, she’s a physical therapist and agreed to take me on as a patient. She hadn’t seen me since the hospital, but when I walked into her treatment room for my first session, it had only been a few hours since I last watched her from the shadows.

She was mine to protect. She just didn’t know it yet.

Wicked men with a passion like mine justify everything. I’m no different.

When my crewmate, Bruno, broke into her home, I couldn’t keep to the shadows anymore. I didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. I went straight through that door and dragged the man off her. Turns out, her brother stole from the cartel. To get the money back, my crew figured the best way to find him was to target her. Now, my loyalties are tested. But one thing will never change.

Marisol is mine. You touch her, you pay the price.

If that makes me wicked, then fine. I’m as wicked as they come. And I don’t regret a damn thing. 

 

Blurb 

A drive-by shooting lands him in the hospital. And in the arms of temptation.

Cartel enforcer Ángel Rascón knows he should stay away from the woman who saved his life. Marisol is a sensual blend of fire and innocence, irresistible to his inner beast. She’s also the little sister of a man now on the run from the cartel—Ángel’s friend and former partner. Getting involved with her could destroy everything he’s worked for, but when she’s threatened, it’s game on.

Physical therapist Marisol Cruz knows Ángel is dangerous, yet he’s always there. Watching. Waiting. Wanting. After her brother’s enemies track her down, Ángel appoints himself her protector with every intoxicating kiss.

Ángel will have to risk his position—and his life—to keep her safe. But Marisol faces the most devastating choice of all. Loving her stubborn enforcer may mean losing her brother forever. 

– Book 3.5 in the dark romance series, the Lozano Cartel. All the books can be read as a standalone, but are part of an interconnected series.

– Scenes featuring gang violence and suicide may be uncomfortable for some readers.

– No cheating. HEA guaranteed! 

Tagline: He was never supposed to touch her. Now he’ll kill to protect her. 

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Author Bio: 

Amber Daulton writes raw, edgy romantic suspense and dark cartel romance featuring high stakes, deep passion, and defiant hearts. She’s the author of the Lozano Cartel, Arresting Onyx, Embracing You, and Ramseys in Time series, as well as a rich catalog of standalone novellas. Her books are available worldwide in digital, print, and select audio formats.

From her home base in North Carolina, she builds dangerous criminal underworlds and maps out fierce, second-chance love stories alongside her supportive husband and her demanding feline writing assistant, Zita.

Website: https://amberdaulton.com

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Cultural myths and superstition...Indigo by Karen Hulene Bartell

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Please join me in welcoming Karen Hulene Bartell to Muse Monday on Discover... Her post is so intriguing, I'm sure you'll enjoy it and want to check out her book. Read on!

In the no man’s land between cultural myths and emotional vulnerabilities, superstition can devolve into delusion, and where does that lead?

INDIGO Blurb:

Reeling after her fiancé dumps her, she  inherits a rustic cabin from an unknown relative. Eerie incidents and rumors of a mythical windigo alarm her, but she’s determined to learn the truth about her dysfunctional family before she flips the property.

Despite unscrupulous realtors, bloodthirsty prowlers, and a devious ex, her life improves with a rescued puppy, and passion ignites when she meets Dylan McCoombs, but…

What does a demonic half-beast share with a psychosis and porphyria? Are monsters born or formed? Nature or nurture? Is a windigo spirit genetic? More importantly, does she carry the gene?

The deeper Raluca Olson digs, the more questions emerge. Is the darkness outside OR within her?

What is a windigo? Is it folklore, a legendary beast, OR something more personal?

The windigo is a moral warning from Indigenous and French traditions—OR it’s a manifesting evil spirit.

Origin: Algonquian folklore, especially Ojibwe, Cree, French, and other northern Indigenous peoples.

Nature: A malevolent, cannibalistic spirit OR a transformed human, often described as emaciated, with a heart of ice, glowing eyes, and a foul odor.

Cause of Transformation: Insatiable hunger, greed, or any excess, often originating with famine or starvation.

Symbolism: A cautionary tale about greed, the loss of humanity, and moral decay.

Appearance: Humanoid with monstrous features, up to 15 feet tall, with a skeletal frame.

INDIGO Excerpt:

I followed the road as it dipped and twisted through the wetlands, rose again between bordering alfalfa fields speckled with blue gypsyweed stalks, then dead ended at a railroad track. About-facing, I backtracked.

Though the sun shone brightly, a cold shiver ran down my spine when I passed the cemetery. The hair rose on the back of my neck, and I turned, looking behind me. Instinct told me I was being watched. No cars or other hikers on the road…no houses nearby. I surveyed the wooded graveyard, peering through the trees’ long shadows until a pair of glowering eyes met mine.

Sitting on the stone chair was a man with a lean, lupine face, heavy beard, slanted, almond-shaped eyes, and a thick head of hair.

Fight or flight? My thoughts spiraling, I tensed as I played out one stressful scenario after another. My mouth dry, I swallowed hard, checking the country road for traffic. Nothing. No cars and no one except this skulker lurking in the cemetery.

But he stayed motionless, not waving or acknowledging me in any way. He just stared through hooded eyes.

Creepy…I kept him in my peripheral vision as I strode past, then sprinted to the cabin, checking behind me before punching in the entry code. Not until I slammed the door did I breathe deeply. What a weirdo.

I eyed my laptop on the kitchen table, debating whether to finish editing the latest manuscript but was too keyed up to concentrate. Instead, I unpacked one of the moving boxes stacked against the breakfast bar. Who knows how long it’ll take to flip this place?

I glanced about the cabin. A collection of fly-fishing lures and vintage fishing signs decorated the knotty pine paneling: Cast away your troubles. Support your local hookers. Wake and lake. Even the dinnerware featured a rainbow-trout motif.

Bordered by two windows, a fieldstone fireplace filled the front wall, floor to ceiling. Flanked by rustic end tables, a fold-out sofa lined the adjoining wall. The backdoor led to a covered porch, overlooking the lake. The kitchenette filled the back wall and part of the fourth wall, which opened to the bedroom and bath.

As I found homes for my clothes, books, and personal effects, I debated whether to redecorate or flip the cabin as is. Then the change of pace hit me.

How did I end up here? My thoughts slipped back to two weeks before, when I was in Chicago, ticking details off my wedding checklist. And why would Winifred Nelson leave me this place?

****

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The author of 30 published books and Indigo, Karen Hulene Bartell was born to rolling-stone parents who moved annually. Her earliest playmates were fictional friends in books. Paperbacks became her portable pals. Ghost stories kept her up at night--reading feverishly. Novels offered an imaginative escape, and she began her first novel at nine, learning the joys of creating her own HEAs. Professor emeritus of the University of Texas at Austin, she lives in the Texas Piney Woods with her husband and *mews*--three rescued cats and a rescued CATahoula Leopard dog.

Drawing, Followers, and Romantic Suspense

This month, my followers on Facebook can enter a drawing to receive an eBook of Southwest of Love and Murder, the second book in the Wild Horse Peaks Books. This is an award winning series, and you do not need to read the books in order to enjoy these Romantic Suspense stories.

Writing murder mysteries is all in a day's work until an obsessed fan brings Phoebe’s stories to life. 

Mystery writer, Phoebe Anderson, owes her success to killing her first husband on paper seventeen years earlier. Now, someone has actually done it. Taking a few days to re-group on an isolated ranch outside a small town, she doesn’t expect romance…or murder…to find her. 

Mason Meadowlark is happy with his wild cowboy ways, avoiding love since the death of his baby and the end of his marriage twenty years before. When Phoebe shakes up his routine, he fights to control his emotions, fearing the pain of opening his heart again to a second chance romance. 

With an obsessed stalker fan close on her heels, Phoebe is thrown into her own murder mystery…and the next target on the psychopath’s list is Mason.

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4 Lessons Learned from 483 Pieces of “Desk” by Susan Harris Howell

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Oh my do I feel the pain of my guest blogger. We just purchased a put-together desk recently...but I stepped back and let FDW fight with it. Ah, the language! Enjoy this post from Susan Harris Howell. She is fearless for tackling such a project. And then check our her book which sounds like a fun read.

My new desk came to me in 483 pieces—slats, panels, and hardware wrapped in plastic bags for “easy delivery and assembly.” My daughter commented that the company might have just sent me a tree and an ice pick for the work it would require.

I sat on the floor, surrounded by debris that looked nothing like the desk I had ordered. I wanted to lie down and cry. I would have too if I would’ve had enough floor space to lie down. This was an impossible task. 

I wanted to send it back, but I could no more repack that box than I could unring a bell. So, I picked up the forty-eight-page instruction booklet, turned to page one, and put the “twist-lock fasteners into outer ends A and C.” 

That first step was the beginning of a three-day process which led to the beautiful desk I now adore. It also taught me a few things about another “impossible” task I would soon face – writing my first novel. 

Here’s what I learned. 

Lesson One: Just do today’s work. 

As I thumbed through the encyclopedic-sized instruction manual, I knew I’d have to narrow my focus. So, I concentrated on step one without mentally moving on to steps two or three. This helped me begin and kept me moving forward.

Likewise, when writing a book, we often work best by tackling one manageable task at a time without mentally wandering into steps two, three, or beyond. Narrowing our focus can move us forward.

Lesson Two: Be confident. 

That first day, colleagues dropped by to offer condolences. I assumed they would know more than I and would have secrets to share on furniture assembly. Sadly, none of them did; evidently, there were no secrets.   

Similarly, when we have a story to tell, we can’t assume someone else will tell it better. They have their own stories to write, their own desks to assemble. My story is my story; your story is yours. Be confident in the telling.

Lesson Three: Use available resources.

On the first day when my husband offered our power drill, I declined since the instructions clearly said power tools weren’t necessary. On day two, I grabbed that power drill and didn’t let go. Using the right tool made the task easier.

Likewise, when writing, we can avail ourselves of quality resources. Books, conferences, blogs and podcasts – a lot of information is out there. Find it and use it. 

Lesson Four: Let others participate.

When one of my students (now a friend) offered to help, I gratefully accepted. Not only was Bethany’s help priceless, she and I bonded through our desk-a-thon experience. For several days, we posted pictures and progress reports on social media. Friends across several states watched with interest and celebrated the finished product.

In the same way, writing is richer when others walk alongside us. Whether they read each draft, encourage our persistence, or subscribe to our newsletter, many will participate if we invite them. Don’t go it alone.

The take-away?

My desk now serves as a daily reminder of what can be accomplished when we focus on today’s work, remain confident, use available resources, and invite others to join us. 

I hope these lessons encourage you in your next “impossible” endeavor.

Book Blurb:

When Samantha and her students uncover a campus death, they must draw on everything from science to seances, to learn what happened before Samantha gets fired for “dabbling in the paranormal.”

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Spirit-Vanderlaan-Samantha-Hayes-Book-ebook/dp/B0DHV65RM4?ref_=ast_author_dp

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-spirit-of-vanderlaan-susan-howell/1146282868?ean=9781509258888

Author Bio:

Susan Harris Howell is a psychologist and retired university professor. The Spirit of Vanderlaan, draws on her career to capture the warmth between a teacher and the students who inhabit her office. Susan is also the author of Buried Talents. She and her husband have two grown children, a daughter-in-law, one adorable grandson, and an incorrigible beagle named Doc. 

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Eureka Moments: Researching for Second Wives

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What a fun guest post we have today. Please welcome Patricia McAlexander to Discover... on Muse Monday.

While writing fiction, one has, I think, sudden bursts of insight and inspiration. They might be called Eureka moments. When I was writing my historical fiction Second Wives, many such moments came as I researched  the past.

Second Wives is based on three generations of my German Kornmeyer ancestors. I knew that the first two generations—a father and his seven children—came from Baden to New York in 1850 as steerage passengers on a ship named the Jane E Williams. I experienced one of my first Eureka moments when I simply googled the Jane E Williams—and up on the screen came a painting of a sailing ship with its US flag stiff in the wind. It was labeled "The Barque Jane E. Williams of New York, 1848, oil on canvas 18 x 25.5 inches” and signed by artist Lorenz Petersen (1803-1870).  The actual painting had been sold, but its image made my ancestors’ voyage across the Atlantic suddenly vivid and real for me.

Another Eureka moment came when I found on Ancestry.com the manifest listing the passengers on the Jane E Williams, which arrived in New York Harbor from Rotterdam on October 7, 1850. The names of my great-great-grandfather Martin Kornmeyer (age 38, male, Baden, farmer) and his seven children, written in the archaic cursive of the recording official, was another lightning bolt from the past. It made me see the family standing on the deck of the docked ship as the official checked off their names.

A third such moment came in my own home, this one involving my grandmother, Emma Kornmeyer, born in 1877, daughter of Martin’s oldest son.  In one of my dresser drawers I re-discovered her engagement ring, which I had inherited years before—a small circle of gold, with two amber topaz stones.  I had read of her beautiful 1902 wedding in a yellowed newspaper among my mother’s mementos, and now, holding the ring, I could even more fully imagine the love between her and the young man who had given it to her.  I put these lines in my novel describing his proposal:

He took a small box from his pocket and handed it to her. Emma lifted the lid. There was a double-stoned topaz ring, the amber stones set in gold, winking in the sunlight.

“Will you take this as an engagement ring?”

“Oh, it’s beautiful.” Emma took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto her finger. “It fits perfectly. And the two stones side by side—they are you and me.”

This husband died long before she did. One of the ring’s stones was now missing, a dark hole bordered by the loosened prongs that had held it. As I looked down at the ring, now with just one stone, I felt the pain Emma must have felt when she lost him. Another Eureka moment.

 

Book blurb

Amid the political chaos of the German Confederation in 1848 and with crops on his Baden farm failing, thirty-six-year-old Martin Kornmeyer persuades his wife, Esther, to emigrate to America with their seven children and her widowed younger sister, Rosa. When Esther falls ill on the journey, the family is delayed in the Netherlands for two years—a time marked by guilt, new love, and death while they strive to follow the dictates of their Catholic faith. At last, the family crosses the Atlantic and settles in the farming regions of western New York State. As decades pass there, first Martin’s oldest son, Karl, and then Karl’s daughter Emma also face love and loss and look to that earlier generation for guidance.

Inspired by the author’s ancestors, this historical saga traces the lives of three generations through marriage, loss, and the possibility of renewal through a second love. 

 

Excerpt

Martin reached down, scooped up a handful of soil, and, opening his fist, showed it to her. “I’ve loved this land, worked this soil, all my life. It will always be a part of me. But the crops have failed too many times. The farm is mortgaged. We would lose it if we stayed longer. And you know the political situation here.” He let the soil sift through his fingers back to the ground.  “I will find new land in America. It will be a better home there for Esther and our children and their children.”

Rosa recognized in his eyes, his voice, the kind of passion she’d seen in Johannes when he talked of politics, of revolution. She turned away to look out past the farmhouse and barn to the winter-barren land beyond. She thought of the ragged men in the cities, of their angry demonstrations, of what Johannes had said about America. She turned back. “Yes, I see why you have to go.” Pulling her hood back over her head, she began moving out into the wind. “And it’s time for me to go back to Stuttgart. I’ll find work there as a governess.”

 “Rosa!” He reached out and took her arm. “Esther and I want you to come with us.”

 

buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GTWT772K

Email: mcalexanderpatricia@gmail.com

Website: https://patriciamcalexander.weebly.com 

Bio:

Originally from upstate New York, Patricia McAlexander earned degrees from the State University of New York at Albany, Columbia University, and The University of Wisconsin, Madison, all in English. It was in Madison that she met her Southerner husband, Hubert, a fellow graduate student. They made Athens, Georgia their home, raised their son there, and taught at the University of Georgia. After retiring, Patricia has had more time to garden and travel while renewing her interests in photography, history, and, most of all, writing fiction.. Since 2020 she has published four contemporary novels of romantic suspense—Stranger in the Storm, Shadows of Doubt, The Student in Classroom Six, and The Last Golden Isle. In Second Wives she combines the romance and psychological complexity of her previous works with family lore and genealogical research to create her first novel of historical fiction. 

 

Reading and Reviews (Black and Grafton)

I'm an author, but I'm also a reader. From time to time, I'll share my reviews of present and past reads. My available time to read is limited because I write, but I love to curl up with a paperback or an eBook at night for the last hour of my day. 

Here are some of the books I've read recently. Maybe you'll discover a new book or author. 

Death by Coconut by Susie Black 

Obnoxious Mystique Swimwear sales rep Simon Posnick was universally despised by competitors and customers alike. So the question wasn’t who wanted the lying, cheating scoundrel dead. The question was who didn’t. Mariel Levine, Laurie’s Fashions' swimsuit buyer and Holly Schlivnik’s career mentor, is wrongly arrested for murdering Posnick by impaling him with the jagged edge of a coconut shell at the base of his skull. The wisecracking, irreverent President of Mermaid Swimwear jumps into action to uncover the real killer. But the treacherous trail holds more dangerous human predators than the alligators and black pythons in the Everglades. Everything turns out differently than amateur sleuth Holly thinks it will as she tangles with a vengeful killer.

 

My Review

The Yentas are at it again. They’re cheering Holly on as she tackles another murder mystery. Ms. Black’s imagination and creativity are stellar in this Holly Swimsuit mystery down to using a coconut shell to stab the most obnoxious Posnick. This story is set in Miami, and having lived there, I can say she’s portrayed the setting rightfully, plunging the reader into the Florida city. Not to be a spoiler, but there might be a little romance for Holly in this book of the series. It’s a madcap mystery romp with plenty of unique characters. 

https://www.amazon.com/Death-Coconut-Holly-Swimsuit-Mystery/dp/B0GX9FZDNP

 

 

B is for Burglar by Sue Grafton 

Although business has been slow lately for P.I. Kinsey Millhone, she's reluctant to take on the case of locating Beverly Danziger's sister Elaine Boldt. It's a small matter that Beverly should be able to handle herself. So why is she enlisting Kinsey's services? Beverly claims she needs Elaine's signature on some documents so that she can collect a small inheritance. But it doesn't sit well with Kinsey. And if there's something she's learned in her line of work, it's to always follow your instincts…

Kinsey's hunch proves true when she begins her inquiries into Elaine's whereabouts and discovers that the attractive widow was last seen in a flashy lynx coat boarding a plane for Boca Raton. But the more Kinsey searches for Elaine the more questions she encounters. Is Elaine's disappearance tied in to the brutal murder several months ago of one of her bridge partners? And what happened to Elaine's Persian cat who seems to have also vanished?

Things take a turn for the worse when a stranger vandalizes the home of one of Elaine's neighbors and another neighbor turns up murdered. With her reputation and career on the line, Kinsey risks all to find a missing woman and a killer who's waiting in the shadows to strike again…

 

My Review

I’m hooked on the P.I. Kinsey Millhone books. I’ve been reading them out of order but it doesn’t matter, although I can see the growth in her character in later books. Anyway, read the blurb and know I recommend this book for lots of entertainment. 

https://www.amazon.com/Burglar-Millhone-Mystery-Alphabet-Mysteries/dp/1250020247/

Life’s Adventures: Trips and Trauma II

This is summer number 2 of a real mixed bag of highs and lows. 

In May, we made a partial move. We rented an apartment in Scottsdale, Arizona to get out of the heat of the RV at the Ranch. Mom (95-year-old Mom) moved in with us. 

On the high side, we are five minutes away from the kids. That means I’ve been able to play chauffeur to my granddaughter. 

On the low side, a 13-year-old granddaughter is not nearly as interested in spending time with her Nana anymore, so chauffeuring her around, to friends or with her friends, I at least get to see her. 

On the high side, we LOVE the apartment complex where we are living. It’s beautifully landscaped with lots of trees, grass, and flowering bushes which actually keeps it cooler in this gawdawful heat. 

On the low side, the patio isn't seeing much time in this gawdawful heat. 

On the high side, spending time with Mom is a blessing. How many women still have their mom around at 95? She’s spry, loves to shop, but her energy level is spotty. She still does for herself, so we are lucky. 

On the low side, my time isn’t totally my own anymore…that took some adjusting. 

On the high side, one of my books was chosen for a BookBub Featured Deal. I've tried numerous times, but they only let 20% of the submissions pay the outrageous price for the one day ad. The thing is, that one day equals lots of exposure. This is the book: Cornbread, Ribs, and Murder. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CW1GPJR7

On the low side, FDW and I have had numerous doctor appointments. And a few of his doctors are in Payson which is closer to Tonto Basin. Lots of time in the car. 

I’d like to end on all high side notations. 

On the high side, much of his problems are slowly getting better. My one excursion under the knife turned out amazing. 

On the high side, we managed an overnight trip up north to visit friends. 

On the high side, I had a great little birthday celebration with some
family. 

One last high. Although my time is not as free since our move, I am managing to put in some time on the next book. I’m writing a 1969 prequel to The MacKenzie Chronicles. 

All of you have a happy summer…if you haven’t heard, I HATE summer. LOL

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08JCKBVH2