Friday, March 31, 2017


Please welcome Barbara Bettis as guest blogger today.
Finding a topic for Fearless Friday was a little daunting—I’ve always considered myself boring. But then I remembered my days as a reporter for a small daily newspaper (the only daily in three counties, so we had a wide circulation.)  A person can be fearless in physical situations, but one must also call up fearlessness in potentially embarrassing ones.

A small town is a microcosm of the world. That statement is a truism, but no less accurate. I covered stories that ran the gamut from traffic fatalities to bank robberies to murders. From hot air balloon championships to state Miss America finals to national political conventions. Every day was different.  

One morning while I was preparing to cover an announcement from the area U.S. Congressman, a call came in about a fire at a well-known farm. I grabbed the camera and dashed to my car, estimating the time I had to make it to the fire, get details and photos, and get to the political meeting. I didn’t want to miss it.

Smoke from the fire was visible for miles. The farm was huge, the house sitting back from the main road. Leading to it were equipment barns, livestock barns, grain facilities, family vehicle garages and finally, the residence.

When I arrived, the sheriff and other law enforcement personnel were there, along with several fire vehicles, some at the house, some directing attention to the outbuildings. And an ambulance. I had to park a distance down a side road, then I grabbed my camera, slung over my shoulder a bag with notebook and extra film and lenses. (Yes, it was a few years ago J )

The house was ablaze, sending out visible waves of energy. Dogs were barking, fire hoses roaring, and Mrs. homeowner sobbing in the front yard. Downed powerlines lay along the ground, curling like huge black snakes. I’d covered enough fires to know power was always shut off immediately. Still, I didn’t want to tromp on them. I had on my heels, not having had time to change from my U.S. Congressman-meeting suit.

Already I was late for that gathering where I knew he planned a major announcement, so I ran to the house blaze, hopping on my toes into the empty spaces between the slick, fat lines. I got to the lady of the house, whom I knew, and began to speak with her. And I knew I couldn’t hurry this interview.

So I remained, taking a few photos but mostly talking with her until her husband arrived. At last I judged I could leave. I’d be late to the meeting, but I’d had no choice. Besides, I knew I could call his assistant for the details when I got back to the office.

Returning to the car in much the same way I’d come, I approached the downed lines, seeing the sheriff on the way. “Careful, Barb,” he called. “The electric company hasn’t come yet. All those lines are live.”

The mental image of the head-long hopping run I’d taken coming into the scene stopped me cold. All I could think of was what if I’d slipped, or carelessly tromped on one with a vagrant heel.  The quarter-mile of hot lines suddenly looked like ten miles. I switched my route to the road, but more lines lay there. So very slowly and very carefully I picked my way back to my car.

I threw my material in the passenger seat and backed out, trying not to think of the live power lines I’d hop-scotched through—or of the local man who’d been electrocuted the year before when he stepped on a broken power line after an accident.

Fortunately no one was injured in the fire that day. But I had nightmares for a while afterward.

 Oh, and the meeting? I was late. The Congressman and his assistant, a friend of mine, were still around, along with his Washington D.C. aides. Everyone else was gone. I got the story and a personal interview with extra facts, to boot.

As I prepared to leave, I again apologized for being late. “I was tied up at a fire,” I explained.

“I know.” He smiled. “I can smell it.”

I’d not realized the residual odor of the fire remained on my clothing.

What else could I do? I laughed and he joined in. He enjoyed reminding me of that incident afterward.

We authors must be fearless, too. Writing isn’t always a calm walk on a summer afternoon. Sometimes it’s jumping between hot wires, trying not to get burned.

 I wish for my fellow authors and our wonderful readers a fearless year ahead. Thanks for joining me today.

My current fearless entry into the book world is The Lady of the Forest, a medieval romance with (no shock to anyoneJ) an HEA.

Say Hi to me at:

Buy link for my book: AMAZON;   TWRP;  B&N

Here’s a peek at the blurb:

He must pursue his enemy; she must protect her people. Can their love survive the duties that drive them apart?

When her elderly husband dies, Lady Katherine fakes her own death and disappears into the forest with others escaping the brutish new lord. Determined to protect her people, she knocks the wrong man senseless. But Lord Henry isn’t an enemy, he’s the brother of her childhood friend. Although his tender confidence tempts her, she’s bound by duty.

Henry of Chauvere has found the one lady he wants for his own, never mind she’s tied him hand and foot. When he learns the king has ordered her to wed Stonehill’s ruthless new master, he insists Kate seek haven with his sister. But she won’t desert her friends. Henry vows to solve her problem, provided he catches a traitor before the threat from Kate's past catches her.

When a daring rescue compels Henry and Kate to join forces, their attraction grows into love. If only duty didn’t drive them apart.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Using every emotion—good or bad—in your stories by Rachel Brimble

Please welcome back one of my favorite guests, Rachel Brimble. She's always a good read!
So many readers and aspiring writers ask authors where they get their ideas from and I find this a really hard question to answer. For me, ideas are everywhere…but never more so than when I listen to the way I feel about something or, better still, how I react to it.

Every day we experience a whole host of emotions – if you stop and listen to your head and heart, you’ll be surprised just how often your day will be a mix of happiness, disappointment, fear, laughter, love and frustration. My advice? Hone those feelings into your work and your readers will be able to relate to your story and, hopefully, become wholly invested in it.

As I write romance, emotion is key and so is that all-important Happy Ever After.

My first book was published in 2007 and since then I have written at least two books a year. Today, I’m starting to plan my twenty-second and third novels. To say I am running out of ideas would be a lie. That’s not to say I don’t experience the same panic of stretching an idea into an 80,000 word novel!

So how do I ensure I provide my readers with an emotional ride and a satisfying ending?

I look deep inside of myself and think of something that bothers me, makes me happy or scares me. That’s the beginning. That’s the emotion I will run through the entirety of the book and not let go until I type ‘The End’.

My latest release, Saved By The Firefighter, was due to my editor at the end of 2015. I had no intention of writing a firefighting hero when this book was contracted, but at the time I was due to start planning the book, I lost my beloved black Lab, Max.

I was devastated. Distraught. Depressed…unable to climb out of my all-consuming grief. This dog had been my constant companion for ten beautiful years. I, literally, didn’t know what to do with myself.

Then I stopped.

I allowed what I was feeling to wash over me instead of fighting it.

I knew I had to write a book about bereavement, grief, climbing out of the black hole to invite love back into your life…to put your heart on the line once again despite knowing the risks.

Writing Saved By The Firefighter became my therapy, my solace, my healing and readers and reviewers have been so lovely about the result. So many people have told me that I was brave to tackle this subject, even braver to tackle it in a romance novel.

I couldn’t disagree more – what better gift to a grieving reader than to provide them with a story where two characters have experienced heartbreak and through their love for one another found true happiness and love again. This book fixed me! I hope it will you, too  :D

Happy Reading!

Rachel x

Saved by The Firefighter (Harlequin) is out now – this is book 6 in Rachel’s popular Templeton Cove series (all books can be read stand-alone)…

Blurb & buy links:

How can she forgive him for what he didn't do? 

Photographer Izzy Cooper feels as frozen as her pictures. Trent Palmer might be the hottest firefighter in Templeton Cove, but she can never face him again. Not after he failed to save her brother. But when they're forced together by a calendar shoot, the sparks between them are undeniable. 

Izzy knows it's not fair to blame Trent for the tragedy, but opening herself up to loss again isn't something she's prepared to do, no matter how determined Trent is to show her that pain is part of life and that love—their love—can make any suffering bearable.

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Rachel lives with her husband and two teenage daughters in a small town near Bath in the UK. After having several novels published by small US presses, she secured agent representation in 2011. Since 2013, she has had six books published by Harlequin Superromance (Templeton Cove Stories) and recently signed a contract for two more. She also has four Victorian romances with eKensington/Lyrical Press.

Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and Romance Writers of America, and was selected to mentor the Superromance finalist of So You Think You Can Write 2014 contest. When she isn’t writing, you’ll find Rachel with her head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside with her family. Her dream place to live is Bourton-on-the-Water in South West England.

She likes nothing more than connecting and chatting with her readers and fellow romance writers. Rachel would love to hear from you!


Saturday, March 25, 2017

April Fool's Day Party...Huge Winners

Fool Me Once-April Fool’s Day Party with Author Alicia Dean and PA In A Pinch

and a whole lot more authors. I'll be there too. We all have 1/2 hour time slots. We're all pitching in prizes. I'll be giving away a $5 Amazon Gift Card for some lucky person that joins me during my half hour. So come on by and check in often! Go here: April Fools Facebook Party

Welcome! Thank you for participating in our exciting “Fool Me Once” April Fool’s Day Party. This is a Coming Out party for Author Alicia Dean, to introduce her to the Indie Community. Let’s have a blast, PA In A Pinch style! ♥
Kindle Fire
“A Surprise Attendance Prize”
One lucky attendee will win an Amazon Kindle Fire sometime throughout the event. It may be at the end of the event, the middle, or the beginning. Who knows? Only those who go. So, join us in another fantastic PA In A Pinch party and you just may be the lucky winner. *Winner must be present at the time of announcement to win.*
The Kindle Fire is donated courtesy of authors Vonnie Davis, Author, Jannine Gallant, Brenda Whiteside, Callie Hutton, Kathy L Wheeler, Krysta Scott, Alicia Dean, Constance Bretes, Leah St. James.
You can enter The GRAND PRIZE giveaway via this Rafflecopter link: a Rafflecopter giveaway. The GRAND PRIZE consist more than what it says. Lots of authors are donating. *Winner must be present at the time of announcement to win. Winner has twelve hours to claim the prize. If you do not claim your prize, another winner will be chosen via an online randomizer.* If you scroll down, where the dots are, you'll see all the prizes you could win.
All times are in Eastern Standard Time.
1:00 pm Josephine Blake
1:30 pm Jannine Gallant
2:00 pm Constance Bretes
2:30 pm Diane Burton – Author
3:00 pm Andy Peloquin
3:30 pm Leah St. James
4:00 pm Jettie Woodruff Author
4:30 pm Krysta Scott
5:00 pm Alicia Dean
5:30 pm Vonnie Davis
6:00 pm Callie Hutton
6:30 pm Brenda Whiteside
7:00 pm Sherry Ewing
7:30 pm Sarah O’Rourke
8:00 pm Kathy L Wheeler

Good Luck To All!!

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Bra Limbo Anyone?

Inside the clubhouse

The RV Ranch always has something going on.

A couple of evenings a week, you can join various card games in the clubhouse. I'm not much on playing cards for the sake of playing cards. If it's a social event with food or drinks and close friends, count me in...for the social aspect.

There's Wild Wednesdays for a couple of months during duck season. When I found out about that one, I did head over to the clubhouse. Turns out it's a man thing. For some reason, there aren't any women who want to try wild game. I felt overwhelmingly out of place even though I like men and can talk easily with them. But there just
Some wild bird wrapped in bacon
seemed to be a little too much testosterone on Wild Wednesday.

Happy Hours abound around the ranch. There aren't any two for one drink specials and if you prefer coconut water over wine, that's fine. We've found a group we like to hang with so most evenings, we'll be enjoying their company.

Enjoying food at Happy Hour
Breakfast in the clubhouse happens a couple of Saturday mornings a month. There's a group who loves to do this and monetary donations are welcomed. They use the money to buy things like the TV and other furnishings for the clubhouse. I make about half of them.

There are the yearly gatherings:

New Years Eve--I find this one humorous. Everyone brings a dish to share. It starts about 7:00 and is nearly cleared out by 8:30. Whoopee! I'm not a night owl anymore either, but New Years...come on, let's whoop it up until at least 10:00.

Pig Roast--I always make this one if we're there. It's outside, everyone brings side dishes, and the food is great. It seems to last longer than New Years Eve.

Horseshoe Tournament prior year
Horseshoe Tournament--I'm more of a Margarita and bra limbo sort of gal, but hey, a day in the sun with friends and laughing at people playing horseshoes turns out to be fun. Unfortunately, this year we had to miss it because we're house/dog sitting for our son's family.

About the week of house/dog sitting. Oh wait. Some of you might be wondering what a bra limbo is. Confession--I rarely drink Margaritas and haven't seen a bra limbo in a few years. When we
Parrothead days of the past
lived in Minnesota and belonged to St. Minnesomeplace in Paradise Parrothead Club, the annual Hotel Party would feature the bra limbo (first initiated by crazy FDW). Women would donate their bra, they would all be tied together and used as the marker to limbo under. I guess you'd have to be there.

Desert across the street from son's home
Back to dog sitting. While son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter are on a Catalina Cruise, we are staying at their home. I intended to use it as an intensive four days of
Ranch activities to distract. I got sick the first night with some kind of uncomfortable virus and couldn't even think about writing. My head was killing me and so was my stomach. Two days were totally shot. At least I'm better and even got out of the house for a bit yesterday. If you have to be in the desert, this is the time of year to do it. With all the rain we've had, it's really green.

Hope it's green and warm where you are! And have you ever done the bra limbo?

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

When Maggie Met Captain Licky…by Jessie Clever

Please welcome my guest, Jessie Clever with a very fun Wicked Wednesday!

My dogs come with warning labels.  Even to the most die-hard of dog lovers, I hold my fur babies back as they strain against their harnesses, eager to meet this new human with the unbelievable power of petting them!  Yes, I say, when a naïve person approaches.  Yes, they are friendly.  Very friendly.  But—I say, solemnly, - they slobber. 

I say this with the gravest of grave tones, and yet, almost always, my warning is met with a flippant hand and a carefree laugh of, “Oh, I’m a dog person.”  You are not, in fact, a dog person until you can honestly swear to love my two fur babies.  And that is why so many of those naïve “dog people” pet my babies for mere seconds before straightening, looking in disgust at their hands, and walking away with a shaky, nervous smile on their lips. 

You see, my fur babies are Basset hounds.  Loud, smelly, dirty, slimy, shedding Basset hounds.  As the saying goes, everyone should have a Basset hound puppy once in her life.  Once being the key word.  I have two such puppies, still puppies at nearly five years old.  They are stubborn hounds, driven by their noses to seek out that which they covet, paying no heed to you and anything you say.  No, they must find the source of the scent, which calls them.  This leads to the loud, the smelly, the dirty, and often, the slimy part of Bassets.  The shedding?  Well, Bassets shed.  A lot.  When I vacuum, I joke that we got a third dog based on the amount of fur that ends up in the trashcan.  That is the way with a hound dog. 

But there’s something else about Bassets.  They will irrevocably, unconditionally, unquestioningly love you until the day they die.  Never before have a met a more loyal and devoted breed.  They are lap dogs at seventy pounds, and they do not care if they squish you.  For inside of them is a well of love that must be nurtured or they will combust at the strain of trying to hold it back. 

So when I was drafting the story of Lady Margaret Folton in To Save a Viscount, I inadvertently made her entirely the opposite of a Basset hound.  She’s neat, clean, and straight as a pin.  Never does she have a hair out of place or a wrinkle in her gown.  She is perfect in everyway.  She must be for a terrible thing from her past has shut her down inside.  She cannot feel.  She cannot let go.  She keeps herself tightly wound so she will never be hurt again. 

So when Maggie walked onto the page, I knew what she needed most.  She needed a Basset hound.  She needed a Basset hound to bay at her in excitement, to ruin her dress with muddy paws earned from an afternoon chasing scent, to inflict her with the odor only Bassets can achieve.  But most importantly, she needed a Basset to slobber her.  And so it is when Maggie meets Captain Edwards, a Basset carefully crafted in the likeness of my own Basset, affectionately called Captain Licky, that the slobbering commenced.  When Captain Edwards meets Maggie, he launches his strong compact body straight at her, knocking her over so he can assault her face with kisses.  This tightly wound woman is no match for the questing tongue of a Basset, and she falls victim to his measures, getting thoroughly slobbered in a wickedly funny scene.  At precisely the same moment she meets the hero of her tale. 

Of course, that’s how it would go.  I probably should have mentioned Bassets have terrible timing as well.

To Save a Viscount buy link: Amazon 

About the Author: 

Jessie decided to be a writer because the job of Indiana Jones was already filled. 

Taking her history degree dangerously, Jessie tells the stories of courageous heroines, the men who dared to love them, and the world that tried to defeat them. 

Jessie makes her home in the great state of New Hampshire where she lives with her husband and two very opinionated (and slimy!) Basset Hounds. 

For more about Jessie and the story of Maggie versus the Captain, visit her website at

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

A Sneeze, a Glug of Vinegar, and the Creeks A Risin'

Is anyone else sneezing? I have a bout in the morning and again in the evening...even while on
Tallest trees are Ash, related to Olive trees
allergy medication. Arizona Ash is the offender. They line the banks of Tonto Creek behind the RV Ranch and are the first to bloom out. To help with allergy attacks, the best advice I received years ago is to take a shower at night before bedtime. Pollen collected on your body during the day will be washed away and it should help with morning allergies too. That said, I don't always do that. I did last night and this morning was not so bad.

Major incident a few weeks ago. One of our neighbors fell and broke her femur. She's seventy-two. After all these weeks, she's still in the rehab facility. It's been one of those seasons here on the Ranch. There's been very few weeks we've all been here at the same time. The counted on Happy Hour every evening of the last couple of years is a rarity. There have been ATV accidents, gone to watch the grandkids times for several of us, operations, a bug that made the rounds, and pig hunting trips.

Tonto Creek is running full
Lake Roosevelt is currently rising at three inches a day. It's higher
Same spot last Sept
than we've ever seen it. It's at 65% full. I haven't been out on it. FDW has a couple of times, but it's still pretty murky because of the water running into it, stirring things up. Take a look at these two Tonto Creek photos. Six months ago, Sadi and Papa pretended to fish. Now, Sadi wouldn't be able to keep her head above water.

Do you buy organic? I've bought a few things organic for many years, such as peaches. I read many years ago about the "Dirty Dozen" of fruits and vegetables that absorb pesticides and are bad for us over time. After three years of raising and eating our own fruits and vegetables organically, I don't want to go back. FDW gives me a hard time. I insist we save money on our food bill, but I also insist on many organic products. Hard to do both. My drop dead list is peaches, apples, dark greens, tomatoes, onions, and potatoes. I just won't buy if I can't get organic. Be careful out there with packaged foods. Read your labels. Natural might not mean much and certain pre-packaged foods only need to be a percentage organic to get the label. Me, I stay away from prepackaged foods anyway. They cost more than making it yourself. I did tell FDW I'll draw the line at buying organic bamboo sheets. He wasn't impressed.

Spring in the desert-out of the rocks
Vinegar. Here's my tip for versatility. White vinegar can be used as a cleaner in place of expensive cleaners. I use it on outdoor stuff mostly. I tried it on the shower and can't handle the smell. The glass and tile really didn't get that clean with it either. Organic, raw, unfiltered apple cider vinegar is a great alternative to antacid treatments. FDW was experiencing side affects from the meds the doc told him to take. Now, he takes a slug of the vinegar (way cheaper, way more effective) and has his stomach under control.

Happy almost Spring. This little blooming cactus is the size of my palm. She sprang right out of the rocks.

Monday, March 13, 2017


I love traveling of all kinds. Please welcome my guest, Luanna, for a little traveling talk. And be sure to read to the end to be eligible for a hand knitted wash cloth and soap. Cool!

Thank you, Brenda, for inviting me to visit with your readers.

A mysterious letter and an enchanted keepsake promise to lead Miranda to her heart's desire. Or does her heart secretly yearn for more than a sexy earl?

I’ve always been an armchair traveller. One of the reasons I love reading is for the chance to escape to another land. From thrillers set in the crowded streets of London, to cosy mysteries in a quaint Cotswold village, I enjoy the setting descriptions as much as I do the plot. Romance novels offer a similar travel experience whether it’s a contemporary or an historical. 

When writing my own stories I try to deliver that same sense of place to my readers. My contemporary stories take place in towns and villages with which I’m at least familiar if not actually where I live. Sure, I might change a street name here or a store location there but the basic feel of the place remains true because I’ve walked that street and I’ve visited that store. 

Writing an historical romance with the same sense of place is a little trickier since I’ve yet to purchase a time travel machine. And that’s where maps and research come into play. I love Google Maps and can play on that site for hours. The best parts for me are the Earth view and the zoom feature. My historical stories are set in Victorian England in the early 1880’s. Once I determined I wanted to place my latest release, If Wishes Were Earls, in Cornwall, I pulled up Google Maps and started roaming. When I found a likely location I furthered my research by zooming in to discover if the basic structure of the area – roads, rivers, forests, etc. – would fit my story. Keep in mind that I write fiction so I can be forgiven if I add a manor house that has never existed in the area. To further check historical accuracy I log onto the National Library of Scotland website which has a vast online collection of historical maps. This allows me to verify that yes, there was a bridge over that river in the year my story takes place. And yes, the rail service did extend only as far as a nearby town, thus necessitating the hiring of a cart and driver. 

Until I can afford my own time travel machine, maps, current and historical, allow me to walk along with my characters. 

Do you enjoy armchair travelling? Do you have a favourite location you’ve experienced through reading a novel? 

One commenter will receive a hand-knitted (by me) washcloth and a bar of handcrafted soap. (USA and Canada only.)
If Wishes Were Earls
When a mysterious note directs Miss Miranda Large to a tiny village in Cornwall to find her heart's desire, she has no choice but to go. An enchanted keepsake heightens her curiosity. A snowstorm forces her to accept the hospitality of a sullen, albeit sexy and handsome, earl and Miranda's wish doesn't seem so out of reach. 
Edward Penhallion, the 12th Earl of Claverlock, is not in the mood to start his search for a new wife. He wants to be left alone with his books and his dreams of revenge. But the arrival of a headstrong, sharp-tongued spinster forces him to play the charming host. Not a difficult task, given her intelligence and beauty. Suddenly, he’s not terribly eager for her to leave. 
But as the snow falls and the winds blow, Edward discovers there’s more to Miranda than a lively wit and a lovely face. And Miranda wonders if the trappings of wealth are enough for true happiness.

Luanna Stewart has been creating adventures for her imaginary friends since childhood. As soon as she discovered her grandmother's stash of romance novels, all plots had to lead to a happily-ever-after.

Born and raised in Nova Scotia, Luanna now lives in Maine with her dear husband, two college boys, and two cats. When she's not torturing her heroes and heroines, she’s in her kitchen baking something delicious.

Writing under the pen name Grace Hood, she has two novellas published with The Wild Rose Press.

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Wednesday, March 8, 2017


Please enjoy my guest today, Kryssie Fortune!

Thanks Brenda for letting me drop by and talk about Adam Montgomery, hero of my latest release, Desire, Deceit and the Doctor. Adam does lots of things well, but he’s got a wicked temper.

         Back in his teens, Adam Montgomery believed his long-term girlfriend had betrayed him by sleeping with another man. His temper got the better of him, and he embarrassed her in a very public break-up at their senior prom. The next day, Adam fled his home town rather than face her. Thoughts of Mandy and what-might-have-been have haunted him for years.

Adam trained as a doctor, but he did it in another state. Studies finished, he enlisted in the army as a medical officer. While serving in the Middle East, Adam and a group of his fellow medics went to give aid to a newly liberated village. A sniper opened fire. He pinned all the doctors but Adam and his commanding officer in a foxhole. The first shot killed the young soldier assigned as their military escort. The other doctors needed first aid, badly.

Adam’s fury grew by the second. He grabbed his medical equipment and raced to the foxhole. Finally, first aid rendered, he grabbed the dead soldier’s rifle, took a bead on where the sniper had hidden and waited. And waited.

Eventually, the sniper stuck up his head to admire his handiwork. Adam fired. The sniper fell from the rooftop, the blood flowing from his head wound staining the building’s white walls.

A noise made Adam turn. Two insurgents ran at him, rifles cocked. Adam’s temper kicked in. No thought. Just instinct and training. He never felt the bullet tear through his shoulder. He fired two shots and the insurgents died. That’s when he realized he’d been wounded. He doesn’t tell people about it, especially since he’s been nominated for the Medal of Honor.

Now Adam’s home in Westhorpe Ridge, and he needs a bride to inherit the fortune his great-aunt left him. He’s horrified when he discovers Mandy Devlin—his former high school sweetheart and her ten-year-old son have come home too. She’s a single mom who adores her son, but after she betrayed him all those years ago, she’s the last woman Adam would ever marry.

After Adam Montgomery walked away and left her pregnant, dare Mandy trust him with her heart again? 


Twelve years ago, Mandy Devlin moved away from her friends and family--under threat. If she returned in the next ten years or told anyone who fathered her baby, her boyfriend’s great-aunt would bankrupt her family. She’s a single mom who dreams of her lost love and a good spanking. When she’s finally free to return to Westhorpe Ridge, the last person she expects to see is Adam—the man she loved and lost so long ago. 

Dr. Adam Montgomery doesn’t know he has a son. Thanks to his great-aunt’s will, he has nine months to find a bride or he loses Montgomery Hall and the fifteen million dollars she left him. Although he seduces Mandy on his first night home, he still believes she betrayed him twelve years ago. No way would he marry a woman like her. 

As Valentine’s Day looms, someone tries to kill Mandy. Is Adam trying to get rid of her? Or can Mandy trust him to protect them?

Buy Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor



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About Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons.

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.

Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that ends on a cliff hanger.

Her books are all stand alone, even when they’re part of a series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit.


Monday, March 6, 2017


In 2009, I signed my first contract for a full length novel. The Wild Rose Press took a chance on me, and it's been a great partnership with them ever since. Although Sleeping with the Lights On was the first book I published, it was the second book I wrote. Six books and years later, The Wild Rose Press did publish my first book written, Post-War Dreams. I'll tell that story on another day.

Me and my inspiration, my sister
Sleeping with the Lights On started as a short story and a whim. My sister was in between marriages and moaning about the dating game. We got to talking about her experiences. I sat down at the computer and started a chronological chart on the many men she'd met. I say many. It seemed many to me. I was married at the ripe old age of eighteen and managed to stay married to the same man. She'd not been so lucky.

My working title was Of Men and Bullshit. After she went home, I started my story which morphed into the book that became Sleeping with the Lights On. A disclaimer here: there are some
The real-life Carson
imaginary characters in the book and certainly a few made up events. But the three main characters are based on real life people, personalities, and locations. I had a lot of fun writing this romantic contemporary lighthearted suspense.
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Thursday, March 2, 2017

Who Stole February?


What happened to February? I opened my email this morning to find a message from a friend on Facebook asking where and how I am. Then, when I looked back to see I haven’t posted a Trippin’ Thursday entry since mid-January, it occurred to me that I’ve been pretty much absent in the social media playhouse. 

RV problems, doctor visits, birthdays, visits to our son and my mom, writing events, photo shoots, and numerous other projects totally filled my days and nights. And keep in mind, every trip to Mom or our son or the doctor is over four hours, round trip. 

My last entry whined about our fifth wheel problems. Major things like a broken heater have been fixed, but some cosmetic problems are still not completed. I really want to whine about that snafu. The dealer ordered in the wood and other parts, called us, and we headed out. It took most of a day for us to ready for the trip to Prescott. Only after we left the unit on their lot did they discover the manufacturer sent the wrong wood. The kitchen island is still not fixed. We’ll have to take it to Prescott again in a couple of months. My anger was tempered by spending three days with son and family. Sadi wanted us to spend four weeks. I went to her gymnastics class and to her Little
Sadi on far left
Learners class. So much fun.

In February, I made three trips to the Indian Medical Center—two trips for me and one for Mom. Strictly preventative. We also celebrated our son’s birthday. He is not a birthday celebrator kind of guy. Too bad. I consider that date the best of my life, and I’m going to celebrate it no matter what! 

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We sold our Cancun time share in February. It’s a mixed bag of emotions on that transaction. We’ve had some great times on the beaches of Cancun and wandering the streets in the old city. But we haven’t gone there in a few years so it was time to let it go. This is my only stab at a money saving tip this time. If you don't use it, get rid of it. I'm doing that with clothes and kitchen stuff right now, which you could sell or give to a charity. On a larger scale, the Cancun villa funds will get me a car and a savings account boost. This is the best kind of recycling!

I did a radio talk show gig with two writer friends in Prescott. That was fun. In a week or so it will be archived. I’ll post the link if you’re interested. 

What kind of February did you have?

Now on to March! I plan to enjoy the signs of spring on the RV Ranch, celebrate my granddaughter's birthday and my daughter-in-law's birthday, and get some writing done. What are your plans?