Monday, October 19, 2020

Ghosts and Love by Anna M. Taylor


I'm a believer. Are you? In ghosts and the unexplained, that is. Anna M. Taylor is back with some fascinating facts. I've seen one of the types she tells us about when I stayed in a haunted hotel in Flagstaff. She's done her research and written a fascinating romance. Enjoy the read today!

In A Little In Love With Death my hero, Mitchell Emerson, has lost the love of his life because she believes in ghosts and he does not. He believes he can win her back by discovering what is really haunting her childhood home. Instead what he learns is there are definitely more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in his philosophies. I had fun doing research on spirits for A Little In Love With Death. Here are five that I learned of: 

Interactive Personality – This is the traditional manifestation of a spirit, usually recognizable as person 

Ectoplasm – This is a misty presence rather than a spirit with recognizable as once having been human 

Poltergeist – This is an animated spirit that makes noise by moving or knocking things over. It’s often explained as energy being controlled by someone alive and unaware of what they’re doing. 

Orbs – These are balls of light that hover and can be human or animal that take on this shape to make it easy to travel. 

Funnel ghosts – These are swirling spirits usually associated with cold spots. 

Louisville Historic tours has some cool photos of each if you’d care to check them out: They’ve even got a video purporting to capture an orb:


Ten years ago no one -- not even the man who said he loved her -- believed Sankofa Lawford's story of being attacked by a ghost. Mitchell Emerson believes science and reason can account for the ghostly happenings at Umoja House. He seeks a rational explanation that will prove him right and hopefully regain Sankofa’s trust and love. Instead what he learns leaves his own beliefs shattered. Now reluctant allies, Mitchell and Sankofa uncover years of lies that threaten to pull them apart until help comes from an unexpected ally: the ghost itself. 


“‘Our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against powers and principalities, against spiritual wickedness in high places.’” 

Mitchell leaned forward in the chair across from Professor John Mortimer. The neat and tidy mid-Century chrome, light wood and primary color surfaces defied the stereotyped clutter attributed to eccentric college professors. 

“That’s your realm more than mine, John. You’re the philosophy and religion professor.” 

Mortimer leaned back, his fingertips steepled. “But it’s why you sought me out, why you’re talking to me about this.” 

“Granted, but as I’m not in the camp of Biblical literalists, I don’t know how to interpret that verse.” 

Mortimer smiled. “Perhaps you’re more comfortable with Shakespeare? ‘There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophies, Horatio.’” 

Mitchell shook his head. “Nope. That’s equally unhelpful.” 

Professor Mortimer laughed. “Too metaphysical for your scientific tastes, Mr. Soon-to-be Commissioned Lay Pastor?” 

Mitchell shrugged. “Too metaphysical for someone who recently just put religion back in their portfolio.” 

Mortimer leaned a forearm across his desk’s glass surface. “So why don’t we start with the answer you want and work our way back to the truth?”


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Wednesday, October 14, 2020

The Wicked Town and the Wicked Madam by Vali Benson #wickedWednesday #western


You've probably heard of "the town too tough to die." Tombstone, Arizona has been romanticized, written about, and immortalized in numerous movies. My guest today, Vali Benson, has a new book about that wicked town and a very wicked woman. Makes for some wickedly fun reading. Take it away, Vali...

            Miss Lucille was a tough, callous, and calculating businesswoman. She controlled and operated one of the busiest brothels in the hottest boomtown on the western frontier. In 1880 the place was famously referred to as “The Town Too Tough to Die”, Tombstone, AZ. Miss Lucille was a woman of her times but even for the Wild West, she was more merciless, conniving and ruthless than most. Many characterize her as wicked.

            Lucille Dobbs was born on her grandparent’s farm in southern Illinois in 1850 to a drunken father and a pretty teenage mother.  As soon as Lucy could travel, her mother robbed the old folks of every valuable they had and took a stage to St. Louis with the baby.

            Lucy’s mother was popular on the seedy waterfront. But she developed a severe opium habit, thanks to the man she worked for.  And little Lucy caused major mischief along the docks.  So the man decided to move on, with Lucy, her mother and two other girls, as well as a big, runaway slave named Jonah.  

            At age twelve, Lucille was a survivor. Random   events always seemed to favor Lucille. Her useless mother was inflaming her temper, which had become a very dangerous thing to do.  She resented the extra mouth to feed, and especially the cost of the drugs. So when her mother took a nasty spill from a wagon and broke her neck, Lucy swore she didn’t know what happened.  She told her companions, “Oh well, it’s for the best”. 

            Times were tough and it was apparent to the strong girl that if she didn’t look out for herself, no one else would.  With very little trouble, she took over the man’s business.

             After the Civil War, her greedy nature led her west. Having rid herself of the man and the two girls, (after reliving them of their money at knifepoint), she and her servant Jonah took off for San Francisco. The gold rush was over, but the city was still flush with money.

            It was not long before Lucille found a protector, a man with money, but weak enough for her to manipulate. Frank Morrow owned a nice dance hall on the Barbary Coast. She informed Frank that she was turning the dance hall into a brothel. Frank objected; he was found dead in the alley the next morning and Miss Lucille, as she was now known, took over. She informed the singers, dancers, and hostesses that their duties would be expanded.

            The “accident” that befell Frank became a recurring theme in Miss Lucille’s life. Maybe it was just coincidental; perhaps wickedly coincidental?  If one of Lucille’s girls worked up the courage to leave her employ, they would always seem to wake up dead the next morning. When what little law there was on Barbary Coast began to connect the murders, Miss Lucille realized it was time to move on.

            An old acquaintance wrote Miss Lucille and told her to join her in the boomtown of Tombstone with her best girls.  The lure of new money was more than she could resist. And she needed to disappear.

            This is where the book Blood and Silver finds Miss Lucille. She is viewed through the eyes of twelve-year-old Carissa, the daughter of Miss Lucille’s most beautiful working girl, Lisette. Not only does Miss Lucille rule by fear, she keeps Lisette under her control by plying her with laudanum. Carissa knows that it is only a matter of time before she will be forced into the trade by Miss Lucille or that her mother dies, or both. Will Carissa figure out a way to save herself and her sick mother from Miss Lucille, or will Miss Lucille brandish her trusty stiletto again?

               Miss Lucille IS wicked, very wicked indeed!

After graduating from the University of Illinois, Vali started and sold two successful businesses before she decided to pursue her real passion of writing. She published several articles in a variety of periodicals, including History Magazine before she decided to try her hand at fiction.

In April of 2020, Vali published her first novel, “Blood and Silver”. That same month, she was also made a member of the Western Writers of America.




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Monday, October 12, 2020

Mermaids Marry in Green and Other Aquatic Creatures by Alice Renaud #fantasy #romance


Please welcome Alice Renaud back to Discover... I love her fantasy stories so grab a cup and sit back and enjoy!

I grew up in Brittany, western France, my father was Breton and my mother is Welsh, so you could say I received a double dose of Celtic heritage. Welsh myths and legends are a big source of inspiration for me. Especially the monsters. Welsh monsters like water, and water features heavily in all my stories. The first two books in my Sea of Love series are set in, near, or under the sea; the third, Mermaids Marry in Green, on pre order now, is set in London, but a lot of the action takes place near or in the river Thames. 

Here are a few of my favourite aquatic creatures! 

The Water Horse (Ceffyl Y Dwr)

The Water Horse is a spirit who takes the shape of a horse and offers unwary travellers a ride on his back, only to throw them off and try to drown them in the marshes. In some stories he can also take human form. He can live in any body of water: the sea, rivers, ponds, even baptismal fonts in churches. The Water Horse features in the second book of my series, Music for a Merman. 

Mermaids and Mermen 

The whole Sea of Love series revolves around mermaids and mermen. My merfolk are shape shifters who can take human shape, but also have an aquatic form. In their aquatic form, they have webbed hands and feet and a tail, but not a fish tail. They are one hundred per cent hot-blooded mammals. 


The afanc lives in lakes or pools. He is part crocodile, part beaver. Folk think he’s a terrifying monster, but in my third book, Mermaids Marry in Green, he is an intelligent, magical, lost creature. The mermaid heroine Caltha teams up with the hero, Jonty the warlock, to find the afanc. Once she has found him however she has to rescue him, which brings her in conflict with the warlocks who want to capture and study him. 

Torrent spectre 

This malevolent spirit haunts mountain torrents and streams high up in the hills, and often takes the shape of a terrifying, evil old man. He can cause flooding and chaos and revels in it. He is related to the mist hag, a fearsome old woman who hides in thick fog and shrieks the names of those who are about to die. I think both would make great villains in my next book! 

The Giant Cat of Anglesey 

This needs no description! I just love the idea of a giant cat roaming an island, chasing horses as if they were mice. King Arthur captures him in one of the legends. 

Blurb: Mermaids Marry in Green

Caltha Dooran is the toughest, fiercest shape-shifting mermaid in the western seas. She has three Clans to rule, and no time for romance. But when a warlock, Jonty, turns up and asks her to come with him to London to capture a water monster, she can't say no. In London, away from her duties, her attraction for Jonty grows... and they soon fall under each other's spell. But will his past and her responsibilities pull them apart, or can they find the only true magic, the one that binds two souls together? 

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A pile of twigs shuddered and slid to the side. Two yellow eyes peered at her out of the tangle of wood and litter. Excitement exploded in Caltha’s chest, rocking her whole body. She’d found him! But she strove to keep her voice low and soft.


A reptilian head that looked like a crocodile’s, but smaller, pushed through a plastic bag. The mouth opened, revealing a row of sharp teeth. “Morwenna?” the creature hissed, in Caltha’s language.

She tried to repress the trembling in her body and appear calm so the creature wouldn’t take fright. “Yes, I am a mermaid.” She lifted her webbed hands to show him. The afanc extended a furry paw, tipped with powerful claws. Caltha brushed the damp fur with her fingers. “I’m Caltha.”

The afanc let out a sigh. “Morwenna Caltha,” he said. He stared at her with shining eyes full of hope. “I am lost. Can you help?”

Caltha’s mind went blank with surprise. She’d expected a powerful water monster with awesome magical powers, not this vulnerable animal pleading for assistance.

The afanc stretched its neck towards her. “Please?”

Compassion engulfed Caltha. “Of course I’ll help you.” 


Alice lives in London, UK, with her husband and son. By day she's a compliance manager for a pharmaceutical company. By night she writes fantasy romance about shape shifting mermen, water monsters and time-travelling witches. Her first book, “A Merman’s Choice,” was published in January 2019 by Black Velvet Seductions. It is the first book in a fantasy romance trilogy inspired by the landscapes and legends of Brittany and Wales. The second book, “Music for a Merman,” is out now and the third, “Mermaids Marry in Green,” will be released on 1 November. Alice has also written two short stories for BVS anthologies, “The Sweetest Magic of All,” in “Mystic Desire,” out now, and “The Holiday Mermaid” in “Desire Me Again,” out in October. Alice loves reading and writing stories, and sharing them with anyone who’s interested! 

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Thursday, October 8, 2020

Reading and #Reviews (McLean, Knight, Vitek)

I'm a writer, but I'm also a reader. Each month, I'll share with you 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.

I tend to read what I write, but not exclusively. Besides Romantic Suspense, I read crime and law novels, WWII historicals, mysteries, and some main stream character driven books.

Here are some of the books I've read recently or in the not too distant past. Maybe you'll discover a new book or author!

A Switch in Time
by Cassie McLean

Time Travel

I was intrigued by not only the subject matter of this story, but how the novel came to be and had to get it. I've read other books by Ms. McLean and wasn't disappointed. The fact that this story was originally written in the 1960s and considering the state of the U.S. today, the twist Ms. McLean added to her mother’s original manuscript was pure genius. Some readers might find their comfort level tested, but stick with the story, learn right along with the characters and you’ll be rewarded with a great read. In addition to the grit of racial clashes are some well described scene settings—one of my favorite parts of a well-written book.



Passionate Destiny by Dee S. Knight

Erotic Romance

I've been wanting to read a book by Ms. Knight ever since I encountered her post on a blog. I chose Passionate Destiny because I'm a believer in ghosts and the blurb hooked me with a brief description of the characters. I'm not normally a reader of erotica, but I have to say, this book is erotic romance. I think there is a distinction. The romance is sweet, the sex is hot, and the story is intriguing. The main characters are educated and well-read. I love that the hero is mistaken as simply a construction guy by the heroine who is rather snooty with her evaluation. There is humor with the ghost episodes but also passion you will find intriguing if you like ghost stories. After reading Passionate Destiny, I will most definitely be ready to read other books by Ms. Knight.



Rescue Me
by Jody Vitek


Can Catherine accept the consequences of a great-aunt's dying wish without losing her heart or independence? Josef wants to own the land his great-grandfather lost in a poker game to Catherine's great-grandfather. When they come together, he sees a way, but his heart is part of the bargain.

Animals, Minnesota and love - Rescue Me had it and combined for a sweet, romantic read. I believe this was Ms. Vitek's first novel and kicked off a great romance writer career.


Friday, October 2, 2020

Westward Ho! by Dee S. Knight #western #FearlessFriday


One of my favorite guests is back today with a fun post about those fearless old west pioneers for Fearless Friday. 

Westward ho!

When Jack and I were driving truck across the country, I thought a lot about the westward movement in the U.S. and what it took to make such a move, especially for the women. We see movies and TV shows about people heading west and they always show wagons and guys on horses and piles of stuff people took with them. The truth was much different. Women and men walked most of the way west, since the wagons, oxen, and horses were needed to haul the loads of foodstuffs and household goods needed at their destination. Even then, very bulky or heavy equipment, like stoves and such were dumped along the way as the terrain got steeper and the animals grew more worn.

So many people hit the westward trail that wagon wheel tracks can still be seen in Nebraska. We once went down a mountain in Oregon covered in ice where I was certain we would jackknife and crash. I was scared to death. Jack’s hands were white-knuckled on the steering wheel as he continually turned the wheel just enough to catch the trailer tires on the gravel the states throw down out here instead of salt. We would drift a little…catch!...get back in line. Wash, rinse, repeat, until we reached the bottom of the grade. I wish I could say I was fearless during that trip, but…not really. Yet at the rest area at the bottom, we read a historical plaque that told of pioneers who winched their wagons down the steep hillside that backed the area because the grade was too steep to drive down. That was fearless.

I’ve often thought that I did some pretty fearless things while we drove truck. Just giving up everything was fearless to take off for a very uncertain job showed some fearlessness on y part. But thinking of the pioneer stock who took off for the west with no guarantees, no knowledge of what they would find or what it would take, no inkling of the deaths that would happen, the worldly goods lost, the joy—or disappointment—on the other end, I realize that I haven’t been fearless at all. Had I lived during those times, I’d have stayed in Boston, shaking in my boots!

To get a really good idea of the westward movement, you might want to read Women’s Diaries of the Westward Movement (Lillian Schlissel). I used it as reference when teaching sociology.

About Dee:

A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.

After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.

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Thursday, October 1, 2020

Mystics, Empaths, and Déjà vu #romantic suspense

How open is your mind? Years ago, standing with other parents in the lobby of a hotel waiting to be assigned a young Austrian boy that we would house for a week during a hockey tournament, I glanced over the group. A blue-eyed cutie stared at me and our gazes locked. I had the wildest sensation I knew this child for eons. When they drew names, he was assigned to our home. Coincidence? I think not. We’ve been close friends from afar for decades. We always have been and always will be. The universe tells me so. 

When a ringer for her long-dead love walks into her life the same day skeletal remains are found at the edge of town, Magpie MacKenzie can’t ignore what the universe is telling her…solve the mystery, or become the next victim. 

I’ve always been captivated by what the 60s subculture loosely tagged mind expansion. The concepts of déjà vu, aura reading, intuition, empathic visions or sensations, dream meanings, clairesentience, and other forms of communication or gaining knowledge outside common experience. 

Lawyer Zack Peartree’s life is orderly and entanglement-free until he visits purportedly haunted Joshua, Arizona, and meets free-wheeling shopkeeper Magpie. Despite experiencing troubling visions and odd moments of déjà vu, Zack’s instantly drawn to Magpie and to the unsolved murder which troubles her so. 

There are people who apparently possess a sixth sense. Ordinary people who don’t consider themselves particularly gifted have moments of empathic enlightenment. Decades ago, when I lived in Germany, I had to go to the hospital for minor surgery. My mother in Arizona knew without being told. She called my husband to find out what was wrong with me.

Using clues from her father’s past and Zack’s déjà vu moments, Magpie and Zack race to solve the mystery, avoid a murderous fate, and to discover their future…together. 

The setting of my latest series is Joshua, Arizona, and is modeled after a real-life town called Jerome in the Arizona mountains. I’ve been fascinated by this old mining town for decades. I combined that interest with my love of the unexplained to create The MacKenzie Chronicles. Book one, Secrets of The Ravine, released on September 15, 2020. 

Living in present-day Joshua, Arizona, an 1800s mining town, turned ghost town, turned hippie haven, and now a tourist town, hanging on the side of Spirit Mountain, the MacKenzie siblings possess mystical gifts in varying degrees. Although not the main theme of the series, their mystical tendencies and their openness to accept what can’t be explained help to solve mysteries and add to the suspense. 

Have you had any other-worldly experiences? Have you experience déjà vu? 

Excerpt from Secrets of The Ravine (The MacKenzie Chronicles, book 1)

He sauntered closer. His eyes narrowed studying her. “Have we met?”

Her mouth went dry. “I’m not sure.”

“Do you ever get to Copperdale?”

“S-sure. For shopping now and then.” Joshua, Arizona focused on art, wine, food, and gifts. Any practical shopping had to be done in Copperdale, less than an hour down the hill.

“Hey, Zac.” His friend in the metal sculpture display area called out. “You have to see this.”

“Maybe we’ve run into each other there,” Zac said. “I moved to Copperdale from Phoenix recently.”


He stared a moment longer and then handed her the purchase, his fingers trailing along the side of her palm as he transferred the box. “I’ll take this. Excuse me.”

She managed a nod as he strode to the back of the shop, and she stepped to the checkout counter next to the shelf of music boxes. The last strains of the song ended. Her vision clouded with memories of another time and another’s touch.

“I think we’re ready.” The spiky-haired woman handed over her purchases.

Magpie took a deep breath and donned her shopkeeper persona. “Great.” The group of five gathered on the customer side of the counter. “So, you decided. This green jacket looked wonderful on you.”

The redhead and the other man—they appeared to be a couple—who’d been in the back of the store, placed a metal sculpture of the Sacred Heart Catholic Church on the counter.

“Great piece.”

As she ran the card, Magpie asked, “First time here?” The man named Zac moved closer. A flutter trickled from her chest to her stomach.

“We’ve all been here, a few years ago. Except for Zac.” The other man in the group said.

“I didn’t realize what I’d been missing.” He spoke to no one in particular, but his smile landed on her.

Zac picked up the sack with the music box. “Are you the owner of this great store?”

“I am.” She returned his smile. “Magpie MacKenzie. And you are?”

“Zac Peartree. Is that your real name?”

Accustomed to his reaction, she gave her standard reply. “It’s a long story.”

“One I’m sure I’d enjoy hearing. Will you be working at your mercantile all weekend?”

She swallowed down the recurring flutter. “Mostly.”

“You all should have a drink at the Apparition Room tonight, the bar below the Copper Mountain Hotel down the block.” Phaedra finished stuffing paper around the sculpture for protection and then handed the box to the man with the redhead. “Our very own Magpie MacKenzie will be singing.”

Magpie scuffed a boot against her friend’s foot to quiet her.

“She’s on at eight.”

The blonde clapped her hands. “Great. Sounds fun.”

“I guess that means we’ll see you later, Magpie.” Zac followed his friends from the store but peered over his shoulder with an unreadable expression before he disappeared out the door and into the chilly wind.

Slightly lightheaded, Magpie braced herself on the counter. “Honestly, Phaedra, I could—”

“Now, Mags, you haven’t been this tongue-tied over a guy in years.” She retrieved her purse from behind the counter where she’d set it when she came in. “I need to get going, and you need to enjoy the quivers that guy is giving you. I’d guess he’s only thirty or close to it, but what the hell, he’s hot. Every man should fill his jeans like that, not to mention his shoulders.” She stopped by the door. “You two looked at each other as if—”

“As if we know each other?”

“Know each other? I agree he bore a resemblance to Mark, but that’s all.”

“Really? Sacrebleu, Phaedra. When I stared into that face, I saw Mark…a soul…from twenty-eight years ago.” The soul of someone she’d loved.

Who might have been a murderer…or worse, murdered by my father.


Monday, September 28, 2020

Writing as Part of an #Anthology by Jennifer Wilck #romance


Help me welcome back Jennifer Wilck. It's a great guest post so enjoy!

Hi everyone, and thank you, Brenda, for hosting me today. I’m happy to be here, and flattered to be asked back. 

Authors in general, and romance authors in particular, are a supportive group of people. Sure, we have the occasional bad apple, as does anyone, but by and large, we each understand the shared experience, recognize the value of supporting each other, and frequently lend a hand to other authors. It’s wonderful. 

I’ve benefited from other authors’ support, and I’ve tried hard to help others. Still, I’ve seen lots of multi-author projects and always wanted to be a part of them, but I never knew how to go about joining.

Until now. 

I met many successful (and nice) authors when I was part of the New Jersey Romance Writers of America chapter, and I was thrilled when one of the authors I knew asked if I wanted to join an anthology she and several other authors were spearheading. The author who invited me was JB Shroeder, and after doing my research (because no matter how flattering it is to be asked, you ALWAYS do research) I quickly signed on. 

And I’m so happy I did! 

The anthology is called Ticket to True Love. The premise of all the books is a small town with a spring that has a legend attached to it. Basically, if you drink from the water, you will fall in love. Each couple also uses a ticket of some sort—plane ticket, speeding ticket, concert ticket—in the story. But each story is unique and unrelated to the others.

I was asked to join the anthology because I write Jewish contemporary romance, and the founding authors were eager to make their anthology as diverse as possible. Yay! 

The books release in batches—five at a time. My first book for this anthology comes out tomorrow. My next book for this anthology will release next spring, I believe. I love participating in the group for several reasons. 

One, although I’m traditionally published with The Wild Rose Press, this anthology allows me to self-publish. Being a hybrid author allows me to dip my toe in a variety of publishing opportunities and reap the different benefits of all of them. 

Two, the other authors are so talented and we all get the benefits of everyone advertising to their own readers and help each other out. I hope to introduce my loyal readers to some of the other authors, and vice versa. It’s a collaboration in the best sense. 

Three, I have met so many nice people by doing this. We all belong to an author Facebook group where we discuss issues we might have, brainstorm title ideas and generally get to know one another. My writing world is better because they are in it. 

Four, I get to write Jewish romance! I love adding texture and layers to traditional romance, and creating worlds that are unique and diverse and a melting pot of flavors. 

So I hope you’ll join me on this journey, check out my contribution, and meet some new authors as well.


Naomi's life has been destroyed 

When Naomi Adelman’s crooked politician husband was arrested, her life, and that of her daughters, was destroyed. Divorced and rebuilding her life, Naomi is wiser, stronger, and determined not to let anyone hurt her or her family again. Her new life doesn’t include falling for her charming and good-looking neighbor.

Max bet everything and lost... 

Max Bruder bet his entire career on the Adelman story and lost everything. So, he figures that karma has smiled down on him when Naomi moves in next door. This is his chance to revitalize his career. Except the closer he gets to her, the deeper he falls for her. And soon, the line between interview subject and lover blurs.

If they fall for each other, they may jeopardize their chance at a future.

When Max’s true motive is revealed, will Naomi be able to forgive him? And will Max be able to stop the whispers to protect her before it’s too late?


“Problem?” Max asked. They’d stopped in front of their building.

She turned so fast, her hair caught on the stubble at his jaw. “No.” She brushed the hair away from his cheek, the slight textured stubble rubbing against her palm and sending heat straight to her belly. His lips parted, and he leaned forward.

Would he kiss her? Did she want him to? She shouldn’t, she barely knew him, but her skin tingled, her breasts tightened and her breath came in short gasps.

He didn’t kiss her. Instead, he reached his free hand out and stroked the side of her head, smoothing her hair in place. “Yes,” he whispered.

She frowned, and tried to hide her disappointment. “Yes, what?”

“Your hair is as silky as I wondered.” He let his hand glide down her neck to her shoulder, and the contact brought out goose bumps. “Are you cold?” he asked.

She didn’t know how to answer. Was it okay for her to say, “no, I’m attracted to you?” Or should she say “yes”?

As if he understood her dilemma, he let go of her hand, slid his arm behind her shoulders, and drew her into the warmth of his body.

The man was a furnace and she wanted to groan in pleasure. They stood toe to toe, his hand running up and down her spine, her breasts pressed against his hard chest. Would he kiss her? Should she kiss him? Her brain short circuited and desire flooded through her. All she could do was focus on the warmth flooding her, the soothing sound of his humming something she couldn’t quite catch, and the zings of desire running throughout her body. 

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Jennifer started telling herself stories as a little girl when she couldn’t fall asleep at night. Pretty soon, her head was filled with these stories and the characters that populated them. Even as an adult, she thinks about the characters and stories at night before she falls asleep or walking the dog. Eventually, she started writing them down. Her favorite stories to write are those with smart, sassy, independent heroines; handsome, strong and slightly vulnerable heroes; and her stories always end with happily ever after.

In the real world, she’s the mother of two amazing daughters and wife of one of the smartest men she knows. She believes humor is the only way to get through the day and does not believe in sharing her chocolate. 

She writes contemporary romance, many of which feature Jewish characters in non-religious settings (#ownvoices). She’s published with The Wild Rose Press and all her books are available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble. 

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