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Snippet Sunday – FLY WITH ME – 12/03/2017 #romance #love #SnippetSunday #SundayBlogShare

 

FLY WITH ME

This is Tiffany’s story, who receives a call from the police one morning forcing her to deal with a chapter from her past, which she is unhappy to revisit. When she calls her friend Dylan, it’s Mat from New Zealand she ends up talking to.

This is still a WIP, so critique away. It’s set partly in Melbourne, Australia, and in New Zealand.

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[“The evil bastard beat me to unconsciousness.”]
“After that?”
She shook her head.
“We have a file note regarding an incident a few weeks later.”
Dylan placed a hand on her shoulder, calming her with a slight rhythmic back and forward move. Tiffany let out a long breath.
“Not one of the police’s finest moments,” she said, trying hard to convey some humour when she didn’t feel any.
Harris met her gaze, but remained silent.
Closing her eyes, she said, “If it’s all in a file, I suppose it’s not necessary for me to retell the details, is it?”
“Any contact with Thomas after that incident.”
She shook her head. “Thankfully no.”
“Ever talked to anybody about him?”
Her eyes shot open and with a shrug, she replied, “Possibly my brother, but I doubt it. He’s not worth wasting even a second of my life. Hard to believe I’m here because of him.”
“To your knowledge, would your brother have talked to anybody about him?”
“I’d say no for the very same reason. Got him into enough trouble last year.”
Harris nodded. “Miss Cahill. How good is your knowledge with cars?”

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Today’s hook

It was all too much for her. She sat down onto her suitcase and took everything in. In front of her stood an old-fashioned English cottage. A narrow path ahead of her led to two worn out steps and up to the arched entrance. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she shifted her gaze over the little house. Multi-pane windows with shutters and flower boxes in front. Beautiful. Though the flowers seemed long dead, Sophie recognised a lot of potential. The garden was true to the cottage in style but looked wild and unattended. It was in need of a lot of work. She looked up and saw a chimney and instantly thought about cold winter evenings in front of the open fire. She’d heard that Hobart was very cold during winter.
And then she noticed the first tears on her cheeks. Emotions that had bottled up over the years surfaced, and she wasn’t able to hold back any longer. The cautious thought that life could improve from now on was too overwhelming. Tears fell down her cheeks, but she wasn’t embarrassed.
“Don’t cry, Sophie,” Mia said tenderly to her. “It’ll be all okay.”
Mark came closer and kneeled in front of her. Carefully he wiped away a tear from her cheek. “How about we go inside?” he asked quietly with a gentle smile that made her yearn for a man’s touch. That special touch which had been missing from her life for so long. She gazed at him and wondered how it would be to have someone else in her life. A man who shared a gentle touch or a kiss, a kind word or a well needed hug. Sophie had dated less than a handful of young men, because looking after her eight-year-old sister on her own made it difficult to have a social life. But she’d never even consider complaining. She and Mia loved each other as much as they needed each other. Even more so since their mother had passed away. Sophie hoped this would be their chance, a chance of a better life. And glancing at Mia, staring wide-eyed at the cottage, Sophie knew she felt the same way.

The chance to start life all over with the help of a stranger.Twenty-two-year-old

Sophie Levesque has been guardian to her eight-year-old sister Mia since their mother’s death a few years ago, and it hasn’t been easy. Luck comes their way when they inherit a small house in Hobart. Problem is, though, they don’t know and have never heard of Clara Bellinger, the testator. Settling into their new life, Sophie is still afraid it’s all a mistake.

Mark O’Connor, attorney in Hobart and the bearer of the good news for Sophie and Mia, curses himself for the lack of information about the testator. However, researching the questions gives him an opportunity to see Sophie again, and the more time he spends with the two, the more he realises that his life is missing something. And it’s not his casual lover Linda.

But then there’s Zach, Sophie’s sexy neighbour from across the road… and a very good friend of Clara’s.

Will unravelling the mystery unravel Sophie and Mark’s promise of a future?

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I’ve always enjoyed Ms. Blobel’s novels, but I adored New Beginnings. This is a
feel good story centered on love and hope, Sophie’s dedication to her younger sister, Mia, is incredible. The child is the center of her universe and there’s nothing she won’t do for her. Concerned the recent inheritance is all a mistake, Sophie wants to know more about the woman who gave them a home. Helping her is a drop-dead gorgeous attorney and the handsome, hunky neighbor. Sophie’s journey of discovery is a beautiful one, and when she gets her answers, she finds the last thing she ever thought she would–love. Looking forward to the next book in this excellent series.


Wow…what a tangled web we weave! Sophie has got it coming in all directions with the mystery of the testator. These are the type of stories that I love…since it has a bit of everything in it. Not only do we get a bit of a love triangle but add some mystery and thriller to it. Now, that makes a perfect book by Ms. Blobel! But let me remind you that this is nothing new since I find myself always wrapped up in this author’s writing since she writes with emotion and feelings. Whether it be anger, happiness, sadness – you name it…Ms. Blobel gives us the whole package in her stories!

“Lily & the Gambler” By Linda McLaughlin #EggcerptExchange @LyndiLamont


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I’m so thrilled about my latest release, a Western romance set in the California Gold Country, specifically Grass Valley, 1868. My husband and I visited the area some years ago and I fell in love with it. Grass Valley was especially interesting to me because of the large Cornish population in the 19th century. This area had deep gold veins that couldn’t be panned. Cornish miners were encouraged to come because of their experience in the tin mines of Cornwall, which were petering out. To this day, the Cornish pasty is a local treat, and the city still celebrates a Cornish Christmas.
A shorter, sexier version of this story was previously published by Amber Quill Press. When I got the rights back, I realized I now had the opportunity to tell the tale as I’d originally intended, as a sensual romance. It was fun to revisit Lily and King’s world and spend time with them again. They are two of my favorite characters. I hope readers will agree.
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Lily & the Gambler
By Linda McLaughlin

Sensual Western Historical Romance

Blurb:

Respectability is in the eye of the beholder. Or so Lily Penhallow hopes when she assumes the guise of the widow Albright. She has learned the price of flaunting convention and is determined to obey society’s rules from now on. After her lover, Nigel Albright, was killed in a duel over a card game, Lily dons widow’s weeds and travels to Grass Valley, California where she plans to marry the man her uncle works for, a respectable mine owner named Hugh Ogilvie. Then, on the riverboat from San Francisco, she meets Creighton ‘King’ Callaway, a professional gambler, just the kind of man she should avoid.

King believes that since life is a gamble, there’s no point in planning for the future. You have to trust Lady Luck. After meeting Lily, King knows he has found his Queen of Hearts. But can he convince her to pass up a sober businessman for a foot-loose card sharp?

Only Lady Luck knows for sure…

(Previously published in a shortened version by Amber Quill Press)

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Excerpt:

Lily smiled at him. “That was quite a trick. Do you tell fortunes, too?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. Is the lady interested?”

“Perhaps,” she said, aware he was flirting with her again and annoyed with herself because she was enjoying it. “There should be a deck of cards here somewhere.”

“No cards required. Just let me see your palm.”

Unable to stop herself, Lily stripped off her gloves and let him take her hand. He held it in his left hand, and with his right index finger, traced the lines on her palm. Shivers ran up her arm at each caressing touch. His scent, a mixture of bay rum, male musk, and a faint hint of tobacco, overwhelmed her.

“What do you see?” she asked, her voice suddenly breathless.

“Health and long life.”

“What, no handsome stranger?” she joked.

He raised his head and stared into her eyes. “Oh, yes, I see romance ahead for you. With a dark haired fellow. But he isn’t a stranger.”

For what seemed an age, she stared into his green-gold eyes while her pulse quickened and warmth stole through her veins. It would be so easy to surrender to the feelings he evoked.

“I also see a fork in the road ahead,” he added softly. “You have a decision to make. A very important decision.”

She snatched her hand away, knowing she couldn’t afford to be distracted by him. It wasn’t as if he had made her any promises. “I think you need to practice your fortune-telling skills, Mr. Callaway.”

He chuckled. “There’s something else I’d like to practice.” Cupping her chin, he stared at her, his eyes full of half promises. “Oh, hell, I may get my face slapped for this, but…” His hand moved to the back of her neck as he lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss that stole her breath away.

For a moment, she closed her eyes and gave herself up to the kiss. Then a door slammed somewhere in the house, reminding her of where they were. She pushed him away. “How dare you?” she hissed.

He gave her a lazy grin. “What’s that old saying? Nothing ventured, nothing gained?”

“I think you’d best be going.”

He paused at front door, turned and held her gaze for a moment, then left.

She sighed and leaned against the doorjamb. What had she been thinking to let him kiss her, however briefly?

Author bio:
Linda McLaughlin grew up with a love of books and history, so it’s only natural she prefers writing historical romance. She loves transporting her readers into the past where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward. Linda also writes steamy to erotic
romance under the name Lyndi Lamont, and is one half of the writing team of Lyn O’Farrell. A native of Pittsburgh, PA. she now lives in Southern California.

 

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Snippet Sunday – FLY WITH ME – 05/03/2017 #romance #love #SnippetSunday #SundayBlogShare

 

FLY WITH ME

This is Tiffany’s story, who receives a call from the police one morning forcing her to deal with a chapter from her past, which she is unhappy to revisit. When she calls her friend Dylan, it’s Mat from New Zealand she ends up talking to.

This is still a WIP, so critique away. It’s set partly in Melbourne, Australia, and in New Zealand.

Thanks … and enjoy 🙂

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Twenty minutes later, Tiffany and Dylan sat in a small, barren room opposite Senior Constable Jones and Sergeant Harris. She tried hard controlling her shaking body with a few slow and deep breaths, but to no avail. Her skin was cold and clammy making her shiver uncontrollably and hard to calm her nerves.
The officers introduced themselves to Dylan.
“Good meeting you,” Dylan said. “I’m Dylan Casey and a good friend of Tiffany’s.”
Tiffany looked over to him, grateful for his company
Harris nodded as he leaned forward, placing his elbows onto the table. “I’d like to clarify again this is purely a conversation to collect information. Miss Cahill is free to reply to answers at her will. Nothing will be recorded.”
Dylan looked at Tiffany giving her an almost imperceptible nod.
“Okay,” she replied to Harris.
“You knew Thomas Terrill as Josh,” Jones asked as she slid a photo across the table towards Tiffany.
She nodded.
“You were in a relationship at the time?”
“A brief encounter is what I’d call it.”
Harris gave a slow nod, then asked, “When did you see him last?”
“About a year ago.”
“Why did you stop the contact?”
“The evil bastard beat me to unconsciousness.”
Although both Harris and Jones kept their expressions straight, Tiffany was sure she saw something like surprise and sympathy on Jones’ face.

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A beautiful ghost detective has shown up at his ranch “McKee’s Ghost” by @AnitaPhilmar #EggcerptExhange

McKee’s Ghost
by Anita Philmar

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Blurb for McKee’s Ghost

His fiancée called off their engagement after be accosted by a ghost in his house.

Now, a beautiful ghost detective has shown up at his ranch, saying his brother has hired her to take care of the unwanted spirit.

Konnor McKee is more than happy with PSI Agent Ruth Oliva Wilson. One look and he was hooked. Now, if he can only get some help from a ghost, he might be able to secure himself a bride after all.

With the return of his ex-fiancee, his life is turn upside down by an angry ghost, a vindictive woman and a sexy medium. Konnor doesn’t know which way to turn.

Can he get everyone out of this alive and marry the PSI Agent?

Or has he lost all hope of a happy future because of the ruthless ghost of one of his ancestors?

Excerpt:

Taking his anger with himself out on the young man, Konnor grabbed the glass. “And when exactly did you see Miss Wilson?”

Henry shuffled backward. “I saw her around the corner of the house when I was heading home. But then, I couldn’t leave.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I figured you might want me to be close by. Maybe act as a chaperone or something, so she doesn’t hogtie you into marrying her.”
Konnor set the full glass of water on the kitchen table next to a bowl of apples. “I’m not a young buck like you. I can have a woman visit without taking advantage of the situation. Now, skedaddle.”

“Are you sure? Because I don’t mind staying a while longer if you need me to.” Henry edged along the counter to the back door and pointed to the table. “I also cut up some meat and set out the biscuits you made this morning.”

“Thanks. Now get. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.” Konnor waved the boy out of the house and surveyed the food. With the table set with plates and silver, they wouldn’t have to wait to eat.

Nevertheless, what would Ruth think? Would she be happy with a cold meal? Or should he heat something else up?

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Bio for Anita Philmar

Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.

Influenced by old movies, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where special moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice?

Read her books and decide.

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When Imagination Becomes Reality “Spirits of the Heart” by Claire Gem #EggcerptExchange @gemwriter

When Imagination Becomes Reality

Or vice versa. In the writing of my latest release, Spirits of the Heart, I had a very creepy event occur that literally stalled the completion of the book for over eighteen months.

In June of 2015, I was in the middle of crafting my new supernatural suspense, set on the grounds of an abandoned mental asylum in the town where I grew up—Middletown, N.Y., USA. My sister, who is also my bestie as well as my cover designer, spent the day with me driving around the old campus. She still lives in Middletown. Terri took photos for the cover and book trailer while I spun tales in my head about what would happen next in my novel. One building in particular, Talcott Hall, called to me.

Although it was surrounded by eight-foot tall chain link fence, we spent most of our time there, near the old building that has been closed since the early 1970s. It had served as the “maximum security” unit—the one reserved for the most disturbed, the most violent of patients. Of course, this is where the ghosts in Spirits of the Heart would be trapped, begging my hero and heroine to free them.

Two weeks later, when I was back home in Massachusetts, I saw a Facebook post from a friend saying, “There’s smoke over the Middletown Psych Center.” In panic, I called Terri.

“Yes,” she confirmed, “it’s Talcott Hall.” The building burned to the ground.

For over a year, my “muse” went on strike. It seemed no matter what I did, I couldn’t write another word on my book. I had known how the story ended (or thought I had), and had already written almost have of the novel. But I was so heartbroken that the building, my inspiration, was gone, I just couldn’t write about it.

Until I figured out a way to weave the fire into the story. I contacted one of the firemen, Nick Elia, and gained permission to use some of his fantastic pictures of the blaze in my trailer. And on February 14, 2017, I released Spirits of the Heart, the second of my Haunted Voices novels.

Blurb:

An addiction counselor and a security guard struggle to free a little girl and her father, two lost spirits trapped inside an abandoned mental asylum.

Addiction counselor Laura Horton returns from college to move in with an old friend and start her career. But her homecoming is jarring. Her friend moves out, leaving Laura alone with the gorgeous but intimidating ex-boyfriend—in a house that snugs up to an ancient graveyard.

Officer Miller Stanford is a man with a shattered past. His alcoholic dad destroyed their family, a weakness Miller is terrified will consume him too. The last thing he needs is a sexy, blonde addiction counselor watching his every move. When he begins to see specters in the dark, he starts questioning his own stability.

But Laura sees her too—a pathetic child-spirit searching for her father. When Laura starts digging into old asylum records, the eerie events escalate . . . Can Miller and Laura uncover the secrets of Talcott Hall without jeopardizing their love—and lives—in the process?

Claire Gem Bio:

Claire is a multi-published, award winning author of emotional romance—sexy contemporary, supernatural suspense, and women’s fiction. She writes about strong, resilient women who won’t give up their quest for a happy-ever-after—and the men lucky enough to earn their love. No helpless, hapless heroines here. These spunky ladies redefine romance, on their terms.

Her supernatural suspense, Hearts Unloched, won the 2016 New York Book Festival. Her rock star contemporary, The Phoenix Syndrome, won the women’s fiction division in FCRWA’s The Beacon Contest.

A New York native, Claire has lived in five of the United States and held a variety of jobs, from waitress to bridal designer to research technician—but loves being an author best. She and her happily-ever-after hero, her husband of 38 years, now live in central Massachusetts.

You can find out more about Claire and her work here:
Website: http://www.clairegem.com
Amazon Author Page: http://www.emotionalcontemporaryromance.com

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Excerpt

“Hey. Little girl. Let me help you,” Miller tried again, and the child finally lowered her hands. She was younger than he’d first thought—ten, maybe. Tears streaked her reddened cheeks, glistening in the beam of his headlights. Her pale, golden hair was baby fine and wispy, but tousled and disheveled. As though it hadn’t seen a brush in good long time.

She met his gaze with eyes like the man’s, clear and blue and strangely luminescent. The sadness Miller saw behind them made his chest ache.

“Where did your friend go, sweetheart? The man who came out with you. Where did he go?”

She stared at him with lips quivering before her face crumpled again. “I don’t know. I don’t know where Daddy is. I’ve been looking and looking for him. Every time I think I’ve found him, he goes away.”

Miller swallowed. Yeah, that’s one way to describe the mysterious vanishing act.

He drew in a breath and tried again. “What’s your name, sweetie? Was that your daddy with you?”

Head bobbing, the tears flowed freely now, and she wouldn’t take her eyes off Miller’s face. He felt a lump growing in his own throat, as though she was somehow transferring her pain to him. His hands, clasped in front of him, began to shake.

When she spoke again, her voice took on an echoed quality, as though she were receding into an empty culvert. “I’m Greta. And I’m looking for my daddy. He used to live here. But I keep coming back to find him, and nobody knows where he is.” She dropped her chin to her chest and ground her knuckles against her eyes.

“Greta,” he repeated, a stab of pity piercing his gut. So freaking pathetic. A forlorn little girl . . .his own memories rose up like foul-smelling steam. Swallowing hard, he pressed on. “Greta, honey, what’s your last name?”

When she looked up, Miller gasped. Behind her, against the fence, a bright red McDonald’s French fry box clung to the base of the chain link. Directly behind her, yet he could see it clearly. That’s when he realized he could see .  . .right . . .through her.

 

Snippet Sunday – FLY WITH ME – 26/02/2017 #romance #love #SnippetSunday #SundayBlogShare

 

FLY WITH ME

This is Tiffany’s story, who receives a call from the police one morning forcing her to deal with a chapter from her past, which she is unhappy to revisit. When she calls her friend Dylan, it’s Mat from New Zealand she ends up talking to.

This is still a WIP, so critique away. It’s set partly in Melbourne, Australia, and in New Zealand.

Thanks … and enjoy 🙂

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Once they were buckled up and on the road, Dylan asked, “Have you had any contact with him since?” [Josh]

“No way. Once bitten, twice shy. Isn’t that what they say?” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sat straight. “Okay, distract me a bit and tell me about Mat.”

He shook his head. “Sounds like love at first sight. Or hear I suppose.”

“Oh my god no, but I’m curious about the guy who answers your phone.”

He chuckled. “Mat lived across the road from us in Sydney,” he explained with a shrug. “His dad had been a famous rugby player in New Zealand. The family moved to Sydney where his dad did some coaching. None of them really settled, though. Mat and I stayed in contact since. Liam and I visited him a couple of times. I’m hoping to invest in his new business venture. That’s why he’s here.”

“What kind of business?”

Dylan parked and turned to look at her. “How about a barbeque at our place tomorrow night? I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to tell you all about his little barn in the middle of nowhere.”

“Barn?”

He laughed. “He bought the thing a few years back and turned it into one mighty great house. Shame he’s moving back to Queenstown.”

They got out of the car and walked towards the police station entrance. A sudden rush of anxiety swept through her, leaving her hands cold and her heart pounding rapidly.

Taking her hand, Dylan said, “You’ll be right. I’m sure there’s a simple explanation to it.”

She let out a puff of air. “With Josh being dead and the police ending up at my doorstep, I doubt the explanation is simple.”

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