Archive | November, 2010

The Goddess Welcomes Sandy Lender

19 Nov

Uneasy Plans

“You’re talking about covering seventy-five miles in less than two days of sunlight,” Kor said in amazement.

“Ah, this crew can do it,” Bilal announced, just loudly enough that the folks straining to overhear them overheard that. It sounded jovial.

Khiry shot him a withering glance. “You can fill their heads with nonsense, as I think someone suggested to Kor earlier, but running them into the ground until dark tomorrow night will just make them unable to fight whatever comes after them.”

“By tomorrow night, they’ll either be within the city’s walls or reinforcements will have come out to help us. Those aren’t the only buggies we own, you know.”

Khiry’s eyebrows arched as she considered this.

“Of course,” Kor mumbled. “You wouldn’t have risked all your powered vehicles at once.”

“If there’s hope, then,” Khiry thought out loud. “These others just might be convinced to double this pace tomorrow. We might be able to hold them together through the night, no matter what’s sniffing around their hiding spot in the dark. If there’s hope that these powered vehicles can come out to greet us close to the city tomorrow evening and pull us in where it’s safe, we just might get everyone to survive.”

Rewk offered a weak but genuine smile. “How long have you been leading this crew?” She was about to continue with “They must love you heartily; they will follow you to the ends of Eldora Prime.” But Khiry had snorted some sort of laugh that interrupted her.

“About twenty-four hours. Our captain, sot that he was, died in the crash. I assumed leadership by default.”

Rewk and Bilal exchanged nervous glances. “By default?” Rewk finally asked.

“Gibson is our security chief. By all rights, he’s next in the chain of command aboard our ship. But, look at him. You’ve seen his actions. You know his quality. That couldn’t lead us.”

Rewk nodded in agreement, but there was a hesitation in her agreement. Bilal stared at the ground.

“Say what you’re thinking,” Kor ordered them. “There’s no sense in us having secrets from each other out here. We depend on each other to survive the night.”

Bilal looked him in the eye. “You’re right, of course.”

“We think you sound a lot like resistance,” Rewk said. “You’ve got Presidente Lamahl Endh’s sister on your ship, yet you didn’t give her leadership when your captain died. She sounds like a hostage to a renegade band of jumpers who’ve got alien dragons for allies. You crashed here on your way back to Earth with these dragons. Were they a gift to the resistance blenders?”

Khiry’s jaw dropped open. What an inane theory! Kor reached up to scratch the right side of his beard with the knife no one had seen him palm. “We’re not jumpers,” he said calmly. His voice was all reassurance.

 

Problems on Eldora Prime

When 17-year-old pilot Khiry Okerson crashes on Eldora Prime, alarms still ring in her ears. She might have solved one problem, but she courts more danger than she realizes when she liberates some unexpected hostages on a foreign planet. Will the dragons she releases become her allies? It’s more likely they’ll join the inhabitants of this unforgiving world to hunt terraformers and the Instigator’s dwindling crew.

 

Khiry must find a way off this rock and into the United Society for Peace and Strength’s good graces. She’s got a capable marksman on her team in the handsome and renown Kor, but Khiry still wonders how her people can escape with a captain’s treason on her hands and a political leader’s sister in her care—care she can’t guarantee.

 

 

Why Should I Read Sandy Lender’s Stuff?

By Sandy Lender

 

For my current online book tour, the question was posed, “If I’d never heard of me, would I read my book?” You know, being a fantasy fan, I have to say “yes” to that. I dig new fantasy books!

 

Problems on Eldora Prime is a quick read, so it’s not like a huge investment of time with a new-to-someone author. It’s 201 pages of fast-paced reading. The heroine is likeable, normal-looking, kind, able to stand up to a bully, and able to ask for help when she needs it while still being pretty strong, so she’s the type of heroine I like to read about (and write).

 

What gets me about Problems on Eldora Prime is the scary bits that jump out and surprise me. I had to re-read the manuscript when editing it, you know, and that was several months after the Labor Day Weekend when I’d written it. I’d forgotten where the freaky bits leap out, right? So I had moments of jumping out of my skin while trying to edit.

 

That was cool.

 

Then there’s the ultimate: dragons. I put dragons into space in this novel. Strangely enough, it works so smoothly that it makes total sense. And I love dragons.

 

So yeah, even if I didn’t know who Sandy Lender is, even if I hadn’t read any of my other novels, even if I’d never visited www.authorsandylender.com, I’d still want to read Problems on Eldora Prime.

 

“Some days, you just want the dragon to win.”

 

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The Goddess Welcomes Destiny Blaine

17 Nov

Jekyll Island is on Red Alert: These Tough and Sexy Operatives Will Leave the Island Forever Changed

 

 

On rare occasions, a writer will pen something they can’t seem to leave behind after they type out the ending. Breakfast by the Sea is one of those books. Jeff Jacobsen, the lead Alpha-male hero in the novel is forever embedded in my mind. The story, the characters, and the setting will remain in my head for years to come.

When writing a ménage romance with more than two heroes, I tend to lean toward one of these fellows right from the start, but after reviewing my notes for the novel,  I never thought this would be an obstacle in this particular novel and for various reasons.

When the characters were developed, I fell in love with each of these men, feeling like they were the boys next door. These operatives were cowboys with plenty of heart. They were willing to take up arms and fight for what they believe in and more than willing to die for the person they were standing beside, especially when one of their own, a brother more than a friend, counted on them for their protection.

As much as I tried to keep Jeff Jacobsen on common ground with the others, he kept pressing his way to the forefront and mainly because there was so much story to tell about his past; too much to reveal and a lot of layers to uncover. The man behind the operative chased the demons he desperately needed to overcome and once Paige revealed her place in his life, I was toast. Jeff was mine.

Even though Jeff Jacobsen emerged as the leading hero, Callan O’Bree won over several beta readers from the start. He was noted as the perfect Irishman—handsome, charming, and full of mischief.  Miles is said to be intelligent with a dry sense of humor certain to win over his own crowd. As for Adam, our fearless Super-Ops leader, he has a definite fan club for various reasons.  I can’t reveal those without giving away a few spoilers.

In the end, I think readers will be very surprised at the turn of events between Paige Lambert, our heroine, and Connor, one of the heroes who could’ve easily emerged as our leading man. The way the tables turn between Connor and Paige is one of my favorite parts in the story. I think you’ll see the underlying significance of their relationship and agree, the final scene between Paige and Connor lays the groundwork for an incredibly sweet happy ending.

I’m proud of Breakfast by the Sea and hope you’ll consider purchasing this book while it’s on sale at a tremendous 15% savings. I’m anxious to introduce ‘my boys’ to you and hope you’ll love them as much as I do. Breakfast by the Sea is available today at Siren-Bookstrand.

Destiny Blaine/Natalie Acres

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Natalie Acres is one of the pseudonyms for Destiny Blaine. Natalie’s books Sex Party, Sex Games, and Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts became the #1 Best Selling Erotica and #1 Best Selling Western books on Amazon soon after their initial release dates . Destiny Blaine’s western ménage books Domination Plantation (Aspen Mountain Press) and A Matter Among Four (Siren Publishing) have captured and claimed best selling spots on various third party retailers. Destiny Blaine is also credited for being one of the first authors of sports romance. Her sports romance books are available now at Siren-Bookstrand.

©2010 Destiny Blaine

Blurb for Breakfast by the Sea:

A beautiful woman with a checkered past runs a legitimate bed and breakfast on Jekyll Island. Several young men posing as cowboys move in Breakfast by the Sea and things become chaotic right from the start when the oceanfront B&B turns into a command center for a very determined group of special Super-Op Forces.

Pursuing a man known as the King of Hearts, five tough operatives fall for a woman they’re supposed to eliminate. When the team discovers Paige Lambert is in fact the Queen of Hearts, they can’t ignore their handler’s orders. Is the bed and breakfast owner destined to die for her past crimes or will she end up under the protective custody of the men hired to kill her?

Excerpt One for Breakfast by the Sea:

He felt like he’d just laid eyes on her for the first time. He started at her chin, noticing the way the dark brown hair curved under her jaw, a lock of hair so delicate but there nonetheless, like it was clinging for dear life. Was that what Paige was doing? Was she frightened? Was she running scared?

His gaze traveled down her long, slender neck. He admired how she held her head high, the structure of her slender collarbone leading to a bare chest with plenty for a man to enjoy. Before he indulged too much, Paige knelt down and retrieved her clothes, shrugging into a sports bra, one she had to yank over those full mounds in order to secure them.

Damn. She was right. Snapping that neck of hers would be a terrible waste.

That’s when his mouth watered. Why hadn’t he gawked when she’d been topless? And why did he find her sexy as all fucking hell right then?

Her flat stomach made him itch. He’d love to kiss around her sunken belly button and insinuate a slow sex act, make her arch for him, beg him for more.

Finally, he studied the band of her shorts. What he’d give to lick and tease his way a little lower, strip away those shorts and show her what she’d been missing. Maybe in her body, he’d find what he’d been looking for all along. Perhaps he needed to fuck a woman he wasn’t later expected to kill. Then again, he couldn’t be so sure that order wouldn’t come.

Stop thinking!

“Is something wrong?” she asked, batting her eyelashes.

“No,” he replied, storming ahead of her. Suddenly, he wondered why she followed him then when she hadn’t trailed behind him before. He stopped, turned around, and shook his finger again. “Don’t you dare run. I’d like to have breakfast before we do that again.”

“Okay,” she said, catching up and walking beside him. “Want to answer my question now?”

“Which one?”

“How can you keep up with me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he growled.

“I’m asking.”

“I’m in great shape.”

“I can tell.”

Jeff stopped at the bottom of the steps. “Is that you coming on to me?”

She sashayed by him. “No, Jeff. That was me trying to figure out how I can outrun you next time.”

“There won’t be a next time,” he told her, grabbing her from behind and slamming her against the steps, bracing her back with his large hands.

His breath matched hers. The move knocked the wind out of both of them.

“Now what?”

“I’m not going to kiss you,” he said, thinking he wouldn’t put up much of a fight if she laid one on him.

She moistened her lips. “I didn’t think so,” she whispered, arching her neck. “What if I kiss you?”

“Is that what you’re planning to do? You have the rest of these guys by the balls, and since I’m not turning tricks to taste the pudding, what ’cha gonna do, darlin’, offer me a spoon?”

“I don’t understand your riddles,” she stated flatly, licking those full, enticing lips once more.

“Let me give you a warning. I’m the real thing, sweetheart. I’m in Jekyll Island to work. It’s something all of us do very well when we don’t have a distraction. Now, since I’ve been assigned to you for the time being, I’m setting you straight. You’ll do what I tell you, and you’ll do it with a wide smile to boot. Understand?”

“Or you’ll what?”

“I told you what I’d do. If you want to see how much I enjoy skinny-dipping, pull one of your stunts again. I’ll drag you into that ocean and make sure every tourist within ten miles hears you when you scream.”

“I already heard the guys talking. You wouldn’t rape me,” she said, narrowing her gaze and proving then that she wasn’t so sure.

“Rape? Hell, no. You’ll respond to me like a bitch in heat. I have a way about me.”

“Really? Who would’ve thought?” she asked diabolically, moving her lips to his ear. “Who can I ask to verify this? Hmm? Have you left any of your past lovers alive? Because if you have, I’d love to give them a call and invite them to join me for tea.”

Excerpt Two is for Adult-Only Sites:

Retrieving a large piece of leather luggage from the top of her closet, she started packing. Jeff stood near the French doors, eyeing the beach. “Tell me about the resort.”

“The Jekyll Island Club is swanky, a throw-back from yesteryear with many of the same upper-class families vacationing there. The old families have been coming to the island for generations. As a business owner, it’s hard to compete. The resort appealed to the upper echelon of society for a great number of years.”

“What about security?”

She looked right through him. “I’m sure you’re aware of Ramone Carpasia’s reputation. I hope you won’t put untrained guards in harm’s way. The rent-a-cops at the club are no match for Ramone. If Ramone goes public for a battle, hotel security won’t stop him. We may not.”

Jeff snickered. “I’m not afraid of your ex, baby. Besides, we’re not facing off with him tonight. We have time to put a plan together. We’ll go out to eat, enjoy a little wine, a little dancing, maybe even a little—”

“Take me off the menu,” she advised him, walking to her closet and throwing a few dresses into her suitcase. At the same time, he strolled over to her dresser, and as luck would have it, he didn’t have to search for the lingerie. He removed the narrow top drawer from the bureau and dumped all the contents into her luggage.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m making sure you’re prepared.”

She glared at him. “Have I missed something? You’ve been here for about a month. You stare at me like you hate me, threaten me whenever the opportunity presents itself, and now you seem hell-bent on fucking me.”

“Sounds about right,” he said, fingering one of her favorite lingerie items, a thin, royal blue silk negligee with lace cups, thin threads barely holding them in place, a satin tie at the waist, and a transparent skirt.

“I’d rather be married to Connor.”

His head jerked. Winking, he said, “If we were talking a true honeymoon and wedding here, I might choose Connor for you, too. But since we’re trying to keep you alive and secure our target, I’m the man for this job. At the end of the day, you’ll be glad I’m me and you’re you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, tossing a blouse toward him and watching him fold the soft cotton like the feel of material she’d worn against her skin excited him.

“We are what we are, Paige. Men aren’t that different from women. There are men you fuck, enjoy the hell out of in bed, but you wouldn’t take them home to Mama.”

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” he said. “Those are the men you want standing beside you when you meet an enemy. They have testosterone on their side. It’s what gets them going in the sack, and it’s the same thing you see coming out when a man fights for what he believes in.”

“But you won’t fight for me. You might fight beside me, but you won’t draw your gun for me.”

Moistening his lips, he caught her wrist when she tossed another article of clothing toward the luggage. “If I’m standing beside you, or anyone else, I’m fighting for you. I don’t step into the line of fire without knowing why I’m there and who I’m responsible for protecting. Got it?”

She tried to break his grip. When she failed, her gaze met his.

“We’re working together. For the time being, trust me to guard you.”

She swallowed. “I wonder how many women you’ve led to your bed with similar promises.”

“All of them.”

“And they ended up dead,” she stated flatly.

“So I’ve been known to tell a lie or two.”

“I’ll sleep with both eyes open.”

“Perfect. I knew you were a woman after my heart.”

“Bah! That’s the last thing I’m after.”

He patted her behind. “After you rubbed this all over my hard-on, I know what you’re after. My heart won’t get you off, but I have something that will.”

She grated back the urge to curse him. “God! You are so full of yourself!”

“I’d like to show you why sometime. Maybe I’ll get a chance on our honeymoon.”

“I hope I never get that desperate.”

“You will,” he promised. “I’ll make you wet, Paige, fucking wet. And then I’ll do something about it. That’s not a promise. That’s a no-questions-asked money-back guarantee.”

She picked up her luggage, and he immediately took over, placing his hand over hers until she released the handle. “I won’t be used by you or anyone else.”

“Maybe not, but I’m still going to fuck you. That’s what it’s going to take to make us both happy.”

 

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The Goddess welcomes Rie McGaha!

10 Nov

IT’S A TOUGH JOB…                                                      Rie McGaha

 

Being a writer is probably the best job in the world and being the author of more than a dozen books is awesome! I’d be lying if I said otherwise. My bedroom is set up so I can sit on my bed with my laptop, and the TV on while I work. Add a cup of coffee, the occasional snack, and you have my “office”. If I need quiet, I just shut the door.

 

I live in a multi-generational home, which means that my husband and I have the master suite at one end of the house and my daughter, her husband and their daughter occupy the other end of the house. We share the living room, kitchen, dining, laundry, and sitting room. My granddaughter, Meagan, is a year old and a normal toddler who gets into everything, so we have a few baby gates to keep her confined to whatever area either her mother or I can see her at all times. Add to that three indoor dogs and three cats, you might guess peace and quiet is a luxury around here.

 

Not being one of those disciplined, organized type of writers. I don’t have a set time for when I write, and I don’t have set lengths of time to write, or a certain word count for each day. I do admire those who are able to be that disciplined and I know many who treat writing as if it were a day job. They get up, get ready for work, sit at the computer and write; taking breaks for lunch and get “off work” at five o’clock. Perhaps it’s my age. Or perhaps it’s the fact that I prefer to depend upon my muse for inspiration. I call them the “voices in my head,” which my husband insists there is medication for.

 

Usually, when the voices suggest a storyline, I let it roll around in my brain for a while. I like to get a feel for the characters and rolling them around helps me solidify them as not just imaginary creations but as real people. Once I get to know them and their personalities, and have a conversation or two with them while listening to their problems, I can begin writing their story. Sometimes the story flows from beginning to end in just a few days, other times it comes in chapters and can take several months, and I have a few I’ve been working on for several years. The most important thing for any author is to find what works and stick with it.

 

I have read that many of my favorite authors have some weird little quirk about how or where they write, or the frame of mind they have to be in. I like reading biographies on authors like James Patterson, Anne Rice, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Alyssa Day, Karen Marie Moning and many others. I am often inspired by their stories, especially people like Anne Rice, whom I can relate to on more than one level. Having been through many trials and tribulations in my life, and having been involved with the justice system as a drug and alcohol counselor in an all male prison where I was the only female on a unit of 120 men, and as an LSI Assessor for probation and parole, I have a fairly unique view of life that spills into my work. I’m also the mother of twelve, with thirty-three grandchildren, so there’s pretty much nothing I haven’t seen or been directly involved in. The problem is that I take all of this for granted and often think everyone else is as familiar with this type of life as I am, and don’t realize that I actually have a very unique view of humanity.

 

I think I live a normal, run-of-the-mill life like everyone else does. I enjoy watching TV curled up with a warm dog and cheesecake or cookies, all the while telling myself I’ll go on that diet tomorrow. I fantasize about vacations on a sandy beach under a warm tropical sun with a young dark-skinned man in tight khaki shorts. His name is Raul and he has hard six-pack abs and a tight butt you can bounce quarters off of. He brings me rum drinks in coconut shells with little umbrellas on top, and fans me with palm fronds…

 

Umm, sorry…what was I saying? Oh yeah, I’m just like everyone else, except once in a while I get lucky enough to have one of my stories published. Yeah, it’s a tough job, but somebody has to do it.

 

 

Closure by Rie McGaha (blurb)

 

High in the hills above Albuquerque, New Mexico Detective Zachariah Ellison arrives at the scene of a murder, and not just any murder, but one that definitely falls into the “gruesome” category even for a seasoned cop like Zach. When another body is found murdered in much the same fashion, Zach knows he’s got a serial killer on his hands, and to top it off he’s got an assistant district attorney hounding him about the case. As Zach tries to investigate the crimes while sidestepping nosey Amy Logan, a third body is found and Zach hasn’t a clue as to whom the perpetrator might be.

 

Amy Logan has worked hard to put herself through school and pay for law school on her own and now that she’s secured a position as assistant district attorney in Albuquerque, she’s determined to do everything she can to be the best prosecutor this office has ever seen. And as if luck was following her, she’s been assigned to the biggest homicide case the city has ever seen. The only problem she’s having is the homicide detective who’s leading the investigation—Zach Ellison.

 

Excerpt

Zachariah Ellison ducked under the yellow crime scene tape that surrounded the area where the victim had been found. He shook his head as he saw a rookie cop run behind one of the police vehicles and puke. Zach had puked at a crime scene once or twice as well, but it had been a long time ago, and he thought now that nothing bothered him anymore. He couldn’t afford for it to. He’d always known he’d be a homicide detective, even before he’d become a cop, although he wasn’t sure if he’d chosen it or if it had chosen him. Either way, he didn’t think too much about it anymore.

He just did his job.

No attempt had been made to hide the body, even though it had been left in a remote area of the mountains east of Albuquerque, New Mexico. The area was sparsely populated. The trees weren’t dense in this particular part of the high desert, but hikers often trekked up this way.

Whoever had left the body here obviously wanted it to be found, but they’d been careful about it. The group of hikers that had found the dead man was still shaken by the sight, and a couple of them looked pretty green as officers took their statements.

Zach walked around the body, looking it over with experienced eyes. He’d been a cop for twenty years, fifteen spent in homicide, and he’d seen everything there was to see. Or so he believed most of the time. Though it still never failed to amaze Zach at how depraved human beings truly were. He’d seen some crime scenes that made him shake his head, wondering just how someone had even thought up such ways to commit murder. And this crime scene was one of them.

The cops at the scene gave Zach a wide berth while he continued his slow perusal of the corpse. His hands were clasped behind his back, his head tilted to one side as if the angle would give him an advantage. He was impressed with this murder. He’d seen a lot of messy crime scenes that immediately told him if the murder had been committed in the heat of the moment, a crime of passion, a crime of hate, or a drug deal gone bad. But this scene was almost a pleasure to work as far as Zach was concerned. It was nice and tidy in spite of the hideous method used to kill the man.

This murder had not been committed in the heat of the moment—it had been planned to the tiniest detail. There was no heated rage in this one—no, this was cold rage that had deadly, calculated results. This was personal. The killer had known his victim, had planned the murder, probably for years before actually carrying out the plan. There would be no regret, no remorse on the part of whoever had committed the crime.

No—Zach shook his head and smiled almost imperceptibly—whoever killed this man was proud of their work.

Zach wasn’t a profiler, but he’d been on the job long enough to be able to figure out a few things on his own, without bringing in a psychologist to do it for him. Whoever had killed this man was making a point, and the hatred he felt for the victim was a palpable entity hanging on the air.

The nude body had been hung spread eagle between two small but sturdy pine trees. Nylon ropes had left deep cuts in the wrists and ankles where the victim had struggled against them. The body had been disemboweled, probably while the victim was still alive. The neck was swollen with an ugly purplish-blue tint to it. Embedded in the folds of skin was a narrow leather band, and there were bruises and singed skin over the torso that looked as if a stun gun had been used. But the icing on this cake, the thing that really told Zach what the killer thought of his victim, was the man’s penis protruding from his mouth. The skin had been peeled and was hanging below it, stiffening in the hot desert air.

The Pen and Muse reviewed Divine Intervention!!

2 Nov

Divine Intervention
The Divine Ones Series: Book 2
Kristy Denice Bock

 

Mainstream Romance: Fantasy, Mythology, Paranormal, Shapeshifter

ISBN: 978-1-60435-769-1
Cover Artist: Missy Lyons
Editor: Belle
Line Editor: Bernadette Smith
Word Count: 83,392
Release Date: August 26, 2010

Publisher: Red Rose

What I liked: Who doesn’t like a little love, fantasy, mythology and a little paranormal all rolled into one? I for one was very intrigued by the story line of this one and Bock does not disappoint. Bock takes an interesting to love after death with these two characters, Gabriel and Savannah. It’s something you would just have to read and she writes it well. Bock’s  descriptions and characterizations are very real taking the reader on the journey of the characters and of the world of death. I really enjoyed this story and can tell that Bock took her time in writing it out with all the plot twists and turns. For those of you who like paranormal, mythology, and fantasy then you will love this book. Although this is part of a series, as a reader I would recommend reading the first, but it can certainly be read as a single book.

Book Blurb:

 

What’s worse, finding yourself in Death’s waiting room in your wedding dress… or finding out that someone wants to steal your soul? Savannah Delseno takes the position as Death’s assistant, because, really, what other choice did she have? She was dead. It didn’t hurt that Gabriel, the one known as Death, intrigued her in a way that she’d never experienced before in her former life.

Gabriel had no intention of getting close to his alluring new assistant. He would not be manipulated by his former assistant, about to become his sister-in-law, or any of the six meddlesome Divine Ones that seemed intent on interfering in his life.

Can Savannah and Gabriel withstand a crazed soul hunter, an ancient curse, and everyone’s best intentions to find a love that can withstand death itself?

Salvation by Jacqueline Paige

1 Nov

Where did the idea for Salvation come from?

I’m not sure how other authors come up with their plots and ideas; I’ve never thought to broach that subject. Most of my own ideas come by way of the characters flashing through my mind in cryptic blurbs.  Sometimes I think there is a line up of them (characters) in there (my mind) and when it’s their turn they step forward (usually when I’m trying to go to sleep) begin the game of scene charades, leaving me to solve it. It was one scene that started Salvation; it played over in my mind for days before I sat down and tried to put it into words.

The scene was of a male character (at this point I had no idea who this could possibly be) that watched a young child grow up.  He always appeared (at this point I knew he wasn’t a normal man) when the child was upset or her world wasn’t treating her right.  At this point I had to stop and figure out who this man was.  Was he magic or from some other race?  Each scenario I tried didn’t fit the image of the man that was now stuck in my head.  I kept coming back to the fact that he was a pirate – which created a whole new list of questions…  If he was a pirate how was he in this day and time?  Even more boggling, how did he ‘appear’ to the little girl?

Salvation challenged me right from the start.  I needed to get my pirate into this era, with a woman that was going to accept him.  Time travel?  No, that didn’t fit either – where was a man from the 1700’s going to stumble across something like that.  My pirate character seemed cursed to be trapped inside my head, undeveloped at this point.  Cursed … that was it!  A gypsy cursed him in the 1700’s to be trapped between, not dead but not living either – and worse still he was confined to roam a small plotted out vicinity near the water he loved, but not near enough!

I would love to be able to explain how I worked out all of the details, but after that point I really can’t clarify it.  My character, Privateer Jareth Blackwood a.k.a Black Brand the pirate took my starting ideas and plotted them out to an ending he was quite pleased with.

The young girl, Miranda Story, turned out to be a woman that never gave up.  Regardless of what life threw at her, she just kept going with a determination that seemed never ending.  I’m sure if I had been seeing pirate ghosts as a young girl, I would have insisted my mother take me to a doctor so he could fix my head.  Miranda didn’t do that, in fact she did things that I still can’t believe came out of my mind.

I will say one thing though; I’m on the lookout for any pirate ghosts that need to be freed from a curse.

Tagline:

Two centuries of not existing is about to change…

Blurb:

Lost in a place between living and dying, confined to roam endlessly over the same grounds for all eternity and cursed to never be seen again, Jareth wanders through time alone and longing for the sea once more. When he realizes there is one thing he yearns for more than he ever did the sea, he is tossed into a world he is unfamiliar with.

Stuck with a life that never goes her way, Miranda is determined to get at least one thing she wants. When that one thing turns out to be a sexy pirate that lived over two hundred years ago, she finds herself faced with more than one challenge to have him.

Can they break the curse and be together?

Excerpt:

Setting the linen down, he looked to the clothes again. He had tried twice to work the jeans and was at a loss. He heard the door close to the front room of the house. He smiled; Miranda could show him how to put these odd things on. He grabbed the jeans and opened the bathroom door. “Miranda, I am not—” He glanced up from the jeans to see a woman—not Miranda—standing inside her door but a rather tall, light-haired woman. He offered her his most charming smile.

“Hello.” She continued to stand there with her jaw dropped open and her eyes huge. He was uncertain what he was to say as to why he was standing in Miranda’s home with a small linen cloth wrapped about his waist.

The door opened behind the silent woman and Miranda came in. She stopped abruptly and looked up at the woman.

* * * *

“Jody? When…” She looked over at Jareth standing outside the bathroom door, jeans hanging from his hand and a white towel—a small white towel—wrapped around a mouth-watering tight waist. His chest was bare, beads of water from his hair dripped down it. Had she ever seen a more tasty set of abs in her life? She didn’t think so. She worked her way…slowly…up to his face to see he knew exactly what she was thinking. He winked at her, snapping her back to the problem at hand. She turned her head back to her drooling, stunned friend, Jody. “Jody?”

Jody turned with her mouth still hanging open. She shut it with a snap and looked back over at Jareth.

Randy turned to Jareth. “Could you give us a moment, Jareth?”

He inclined his head, but not before sending her a devilish look. “Most certainly, little one.” He smiled  widely at her gawking friend.

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