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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Merry Xmas!!!

Today is the official publication date of my Xmas novel, Christmas with the Marquis. It's released by my new publisher, MuseItUp. I started out with them years ago, and have now happy to be returning to them with all my future books. 

By coincidence, Defiant  Pursuit, the last of my books with Ellora's Cave, is also out today. EC has been good to me, but I no longer want to write erotica.  It's a  good book though, the best erotic book I've written. So today is a special day to me.

Here's an excerpt from the very beginning of Marquis. Taming Abby  will not be easy. But what Jason hasn't expected at all was how interesting taming could be.

"Certainly he was far too good for the little girl who was his fiancée.  He’d seen her when compelled to attend her birthday party three years before. Affianced at her birth, she was then seven and hanging on his every word. While he’d felt it only proper that she worship him, he’d not been impressed by her thin, gangly frame, her awkward motions, and unremarkable features. True, she had amazing eyes. Brown with flecks of gold that seemed to dance, as well as extravagant lashes. Still, he was now in much demand for his impressive build and handsome face as well as his title. One good feature wasn’t enough. Before long, when his grandfather died, he’d be a Duke. Yes, he was much too good for nondescript little Abigail Vandersham.
It was completely ungentlemanly, but he had the social standing to pull it off. He negated their engagement, and declared himself no longer betrothed.
Of course he survived the scandal.  His grandfather refused to speak to him. The ton was truly shocked, but he knew how to charm the matrons who dominated the social scene, and gradually convinced them he’d been doing the right thing. Especially since many of them had daughters that might have hope of catching the again-available Marquis.
He gave little thought to how it would affect Abigail.

He should have."

Indeed, Abby hates him with a passion for the embarrassment and pain he caused her. These two have a far from easy time of it, and I enjoyed seeing them through all their turmoil. I can be found at all the usual places. I'd  love to give away a copy of Xmas with the Marquis to three commentators who tell me why Xmas is so special to them. So please comment !!!!!

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Guest Blog: Adele Downs Surviving Those Dreaded Deadlines!

One of the benefits of writing for digital and small presses is the flexibility to write books of varying lengths and submit them as they’re finished. Want to write a novel? Great. A novella or short story? Go for it. Unless a contract states otherwise, there are no fixed deadlines for submissions, allowing us more freedom than ever before to foster our creativity.

With more than twenty titles to my credit over seven years, under duel pen names, I’ve written and submitted my work under deadlines of my own making. Without fixed completion dates, I was able to take vacations in the summer and time off during the holidays without worry. That all changed in July when my current editor asked me to write HER CHRISTMAS COWBOY, a Christmas short story, for publication in November 2014. Deadline, five weeks. Weeks!

Since I’d never written fiction with a deadline, my first thought after telling my editor, “Of course, I will! I’d love to!” was Can I do it? Can I write under pressure? I tried not to panic, remembering the editing deadlines I’d met when my books were in production. With only days to come up with a story idea and plot it out, I got down to basics. Whose story would I write? What would be their GMC? Which theme would I use? Stress is the mortal enemy of creativity, so I knew I had to relax and let the ideas flow or I’d be in trouble.

I do my best plotting and plot-fixing in the shower, or right before I’m fully awake in the morning, when my body is relaxed and I’m not distracted by the outside world. Once I have the germ of an idea, I develop the rest of the story in my office. I write a rough outline and then let the plot twists and turns occur organically during the first draft. By sticking to my comfortable way of doing things, I discovered I can write under deadline, and I did! I finished writing, self-editing, and polishing HER CHRISTMAS COWBOY with time to spare. As it turned out, my editor liked the story so much she asked me to write another in the series—with a deadline. Who knew I’d need practice?

The experience taught me not to be afraid of new challenges. Meeting challenges increases our confidence by decreasing our fears. The absence of fear fuels creativity. By writing to deadline, I learned to focus under pressure. I guess it’s time to head to the shower with my favorite soap and a fluffy towel and start my next plotting session before heading to my office to work on the manuscript.

(“You can’t go wrong with Adele Downs.” ~Will Work for Books
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Daisy Phillips has a choice to make: return to Pennsylvania and the Christmases she once knew, or stay in Texas and find a new way to celebrate the holiday--with the handsome cowboy who brought joy back to her life.

The heartwarming sequel to the Amazon-bestselling Lunchbox Romance, Kissing Her Cowboy!

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Adele Downs writes best-selling contemporary romance inside the office of her rural Pennsylvania home. She is a former journalist, published in newspapers and magazines inside the USA, UK, and Caribbean.

Adele is an active member of Romance Writers of America and her local RWA chapter where she serves as a past-president. She has written several articles for RWR magazine (Romance Writers Report) and has presented workshops for writers.

When Adele isn’t working on her current project, she can be found riding in her convertible or reading a book on the nearest beach.

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Sunday, December 14, 2014

Romantic Seasonal Weddings

When my best friend got married on 21 December, I remember thinking how festive everything was, especially with all the holiday colors, decorations, and flowers. As Maid of Honor, I held a special spot in the wedding party; what joy it added to that Christmas over 45 years ago.

When I got married two years later on 27 December, the same wonderful, seasonal feeling made our wedding festive. My best friend was my Matron on Honor; she, my bridesmaids, and I all held muffs with flowers attached. The church had lots of Christmas plants to brighten the altar area. It snowed, and my husband and I walked through snowflakes to get to the car after our church service (see photo - those spots are snowflakes). The hall was decorated with holiday decorations.

Were we crazy to get married in December? No. We loved the season and our wedding just made us enjoy time spent with family and friends more joyous. Yes, it was cold. But that time of year can be so beautiful!

June weddings are fine; I originally had thought about getting married in June. When plans changed since my then fiance had a military move to make...and I would go with him...we moved up our wedding plans. We settled on December, and never regretted that change.

Every wedding is filled with romantic thoughts; our December wedding will always hold images of holiday scenes, fun, celebration, family, friends, and love.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to YOU!
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Saturday, December 13, 2014

Everything that Glitters

When it comes to the holiday season, I turn into a very large five-year-old. I don't care how or even what anyone chooses to celebrate, but I want to see things sparkle and shine. I can sigh over a beautiful menorah, a well-done nativity scene, a Yule log or a Disney castle. I just want lights and laughter and cookies and caorls and presents. I want to do EVERYTHING!

I admit it, I'm a sucker for presents. Giving as well as getting. I love to Christmas shop. I love unwrapping things carefully chosen (or made) for me. I want the whole shebang: music, tinsel, reindeer, the works. The thing is, I don't care a bit about cost--I really do believe that it's the THOUGHT that counts. Bankrupting each other is just silly, when you could get more out of working together on a batch of cookies and then making a small gift to wrap and put under the tree or shopping for that just right pair of mittens or the tastiest chocolate bar.

Mostly what I want is for the people I care about to take time out of their daily lives to think about celebrating one another. That's what the holiday season is all about for me. Taking time out to celebrate having made it together through another year--and perhaps--to mourn those who didn't. I want to curl up under a cuddly blanket, gaze at a sparkly tree and bask in the warmth of my family around me. I want to watch my kids and grandspawn unwrap presents. And oh yeah--I definitely want to put on the seasonal music and indulge in some yummy holiday romances. A comfy chair, hot cocoa and a good book certainly goes a long way toward taking any stress out of the holiday season. Maybe that's why I write so many holiday stories. You can find these on my website at along with a couple of free seasonal short stories.

To you and yours, whatever, however you celebrate, may you be warm and safe, free from hunger, and surrounded by people you love. That's all that really counts in life, isn't it? Wishing you light, music, and love, from my home and family to yours. Happy holidays, one and all!

Friday, December 12, 2014

What Makes Your Winter Special?

What’s your favorite holiday treat? Mine is gingerbread cookies and peppermint hot chocolate. This question got me wondering about what makes winter special. 

Some of us embrace this coldest, darkest season for its warmth of spirit, while for others it is bleak. 

No matter what religious system you do or don’t belong to, most of us equate this time of year with memories – good and bad. 

And then there’s the role of tradition. Those with family traditions seem to love winter more... As we mature, we put our own spin on it all. We create new traditions, often blending them with those of our partners or the influence of cultures and places we’ve lived and visited.

Growing up in the tropics where Christmas was spent on the beach instead of the slopes, my family skied on water instead of snow. 

As an adult, I took childlike pleasure in snowy winter adventures and après ski. The sound of silence as snow fell in the forest during an afternoon winter walk thirty five years ago inspired deep reverence that touches me to this day.

Here are a few things that can make the winter season special~~
The scent of pine blended with that indefinable aroma that rises from a crackling fire

Bells of all sorts jingling

Oldies playing, like “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas”

The clear harmony of a choir composed of childlike voices

Icicles hanging from roofs, sparkling in weak winter sunlight

A freshly stacked snowman on the front lawn of a family home

The long echoing whistle of a distant train cutting through an icy night, reminiscent of Polar Express 

Lights sparkling on bejeweled trees in the front windows of homes

Main streets and lanes glowing with external lights that adorn and beautify our world

The aroma of warm gingerbread cookies, baked with blended spices to create kitchen magic we often only use from October to year’s end – nutmeg, cloves, ginger and cinnamon

Peppermint red and white candy canes dissolving in hot chocolate

Bustling gift markets where happy vendors share their inspired creations

Peace, Goodwill and Respect For All Life

Since ancient times, humans have honored winter as the season of endings – death before rebirth. It is the time of longest darkness and shortest light… the perfect time for inner reflection, meditation, being still, releasing and letting go.  

If you love this season of magic, and are counting your blessings, consider reaching out to touch someone who is struggling. Many people feel despair in winter, whether for economic lack, loss, loneliness or spiritual discord. A gesture of goodwill from a friend or stranger can trigger the renewal of their spirit of hope. 

During this season of generosity we give, share and make peace with others and with ourselves. As the year winds down, we let go of what didn’t work and craft bright new beginnings. 

Here is a recipe for the popular Glühwein of the Alpine countries. It warms body, mind and spirit – and makes you glow – glow wine. There’s nothing more magical after a walk in the snow, than warming your bones and turning your icy cheeks toasty as you stare into a crackling fire with a mug of Glühwein between your palms. 

Enjoy, and experiment with the flavors according to your tastes. Who knows, it may start a new winter tradition…

***GLÜHWEIN – WARM MULLED WINE*** (8-10 mugs) (Recipe Contains Alcohol)

2 bottles of dry red wine 750 ml each—Beaujolais, Merlot—any type you like
2 cups of water
2 oranges + 1 orange for squeezing juice
2 sticks of cinnamon
6 cloves

Put wine, water, cinnamon sticks, and the juice of 1 orange into a saucepan. Stick the cloves into a slice of orange peel and drop it into the liquid. Dice the other 2 oranges and add to the liquid. Warm on high and stir. Reduce to a simmer when it almost boils. Turn off heat and remove orange peel, cloves and cinnamon. Serve by ladling into warm mugs and garnish with a slice of orange. 

Some recipes add cardamom pods, star aniseed, ginger slices, vanilla pods. If you are entertaining, you can set this punch-like brew up in a slow cooker but remember it will take longer. Prost! (Cheers)

Please leave a comment and share a favorite winter memory, or what you love most about this time of year. 

Happy Holidays!

Enjoy Gemma’s two seasonal novellas – Autumn Masquerade and Christmas Spirits.

GEMMA JULIANA is a multi-published author who lives in an enchanted cottage in north Texas with her handsome hero, teen son and a comical dog. She loves making new friends and hearing from readers. Exotic coffee and chocolate fuel her creativity. You can buy Gemma’s books on Amazon as well as at other ebook stores as found on her website: Read about and download the FREE A Holiday Anthology she participated in at
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Thursday, December 11, 2014

Interview of Barbara Donlon Bradley

Today I'm pleased to present an interview of romance author Barbara Donlon Bradley.

Latest Book: Stolen Desire
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Writing for Barbara Donlon Bradley started innocently enough, like most she kept diaries, journals, and wrote an occasional letter but she also had a vivid imagination and wrote scenes and short stories adding characters to her favorite shows and comic books. As time went on she found the passion for writing to be a strong drive for her. Humor is also very strong in her life. No matter how hard she tries to write something deep and dark, it will never happen. That humor bleeds into her writing. Since she can’t beat it she has learned to use it to her advantage. Now she lives in Tidewater Virginia with two cats, one mother in law – whose 87, her husband and son.

Q: How did you celebrate publishing your first book?
A: I started it after I had three books published but I have a charm bracelet that I have been buying hearts for with the title of my cover on one side, and the date of release on the other. With fifteen books now sold I’m going to have to get another bracelet!

Q: What’s your writing schedule like? Do you strive for a certain amount of words each day?
A: I do try to write every day but I don’t strive for a certain number or words or pages anymore. I just sit with my laptop and work. As long as I write a few words, a paragraph or a whole chapter I know I wrote that day.

Q: What is the most important thing you do for your career now, as compared to when you first started writing?
A: I write faster and try to promote more.

Q: Do you eat comfort food/listen to music when writing?
A: LOL, no. I actually sit in front of the TV with my laptop. I write with it blaring. I even have certain shows that I have on for noise as I write.

Q: Covers. Ever get one you wish you could change?
A: No I have loved all my covers, especially the ones of the Vespian Way series.

Q: Give one advice tip to an aspiring author.
A: Don’t give up. Rejection letters are part of the process, but if writing is a passion for you and you have the raw talent keep going. Have faith, keep honing your skill and it will happen.

Q: If you could give a younger version of yourself advice, what would it be?
A: Start writing earlier. I was in my thirties when I started writing to be published. I never thought about it before I joined a local RWA chapter and should have.

Q: What genre would you like to try writing that you haven’t yet tried?
A: I’ve actually written in a lot of them. I have written time travels, SF/futuristic, fantasies, one historical and one contemporary, even tried my hand at humor and YA. I really can’t think of any genre I haven’t tried that I’d be interested in.

Q: Have you ever used an incident from your real life into one of your books?
A: Oh yeah. In one of my fantasy stories I had a klutzy character who did a few things I have done.

Q: Any part of a book that drives you crazy as you write: beginning, middle, or end?
A: The end. It always seems so far away when you’re close to finishing the rough draft.

Fun Stuff:
Q: What is your favorite holiday and why?
A: Halloween – my birthday is the day before.

Q: What are two things people might be surprised to know about you?
A: I’m a third degree black belt in Taekwondo and big fan of the Planet of the Apes franchise – old and new. I have all the movies, the TV series and the animated series. Can you say geek?

Q: As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A: There were a few - an actress was one, I also had shown an interest in music production, and art – drawing, painting, sculpting.

Q: Favorite food.
A: What day is it? I’m a bit of a foodie – love sushi, pizza and Philly cheese steaks.

Q: Favorite happy memory.
A: This one I have to think about – when my husband and I proposed to each other? It was a bit unconventional – we had just gotten past our first Christmas together and were in the bar where we met – I had drank a few beers and informed my soon to be husband that my sister thought my present from him was a ring and that he was going to ask me to marry him. It was in a big ass box, light as a feather, with something that banged and clanged inside. She thought he disguised the ring. And he did disguise my gift – it was the Tasmanian Devil with a glass OJ jar containing a marble, a paper clip and a penny. That was what made the noise. He asked me what would I have said if he had asked me. I told him yes and that was how we got engaged. We’ll celebrate our 30th anniversary Jan 26th, 2015 and I still have the Tasmanian Devil!

Q: Favorite drink.
A: Yoohoo for non alcoholic. Beer for alcoholic.

Q: Hot summer days or chilly winter nights?
A: Chilly winter nights – I love to snuggle.

Q: What is the top thing on your bucket list?
A: Wow...Besides win the Lottery? I guess it would be to move closer to my sister. We have such a strong relationship but she lives five hours from where I live so I don’t get to see her that often. Me and the hubby have a five year plan to do that so hopefully I hope to have that one cross off soon.

Q: If you could have a super power, what would it be?
A: Hmmm, flying. I hate traffic and I’d be able to see my family more often I could just fly there!

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When Heather is confronted with her time traveling self she fears the worse. The woman came to warn them of a terrible accident but something isn’t right. The visitors her future self says are there to help only wants to kidnap her and kill her mate. Using her mind she tries to protect her friends and family. Yet she wakes up as a prisoner after seeing the ship Storm is in blow up. She is now alone, and trapped. Somehow she has to figure out a way home and hopefully reverse all the horrible things that have taken her family from her.

Chapter One

Heather sighed as she opened her eyes and stretched. Before she could move she felt a warm hand on her breast.

“I see you’re awake.” Storm’s breath brushed against her cheek.

She looked up at her mate, who had a knowing smile on his face. “And I see you are awake too.” She was referring to the erection pressed against her hip.

“True, but I can’t help it when I have such a wonderful partner lying beside me.” Storm nibbled against her throat. “We still have time before we need to be anywhere.”

“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” She smiled as he settled himself between her thighs. “You could have had all the time you want if you had.”

“Because the twins aren’t allowing you to get sleep enough yet. I don’t mind watching you sleep when I know you need it. It gives me time to appreciate having you in my life.” He dipped his head to her mark. “And waking you up this way is an anticipation I look forward to. I don’t mind stretching that out a little.”

“Because you know what will happen when I wake.”

“That is the best part.”

She felt him smile against her neck as he pulled the soft tissue of her mark into his mouth before he worked his way down her body.

“You are incorrigible.”

“And that is why I’m your heart.” His tongue lathed her nipple before drawing the tip into his mouth. She arched up against him and he slipped his hands under her.

A growl escaped him when they were interrupted by the computer system. “Heather, you have a communiqué from Admiral Barrister.”

She sighed again. This time in frustration. What did he want now?

“The last time he contacted us you ended up being whipped.” Storm blew against the tip before he climbed back up her body. “I’m inclined to not let you answer him.”

“Storm, I’m still part of Earth’s security.” She looked up at him, his face only inches above hers. “I can’t ignore him.”

“Fine, but you’re not getting out of this bed until I say so.” He rolled off her and helped her sit up and settle herself against him. “Put him on, Cim.”

“Sir.” She adjusted the cover to make sure she didn’t expose herself.

“Commander, sorry if I interrupted something, but we need to talk, in person.”

“Sir?” What was so important that he wanted them to make a trip to Earth. “You know it’s not that easy for me to step away from my duties here.”

“I know, but I have something to show you that you need to see.” Bear pressed a key and changed the image they were looking at. The new picture was a holding cell. Inside was a woman who looked a whole lot like Heather. “Before you ask I ran DNA tests against the data you gave me. She is you.”

“That isn’t possible.” She suddenly felt cold.

“Tell that to her.” Bear switched the image back to him. “Needless to say this was something I didn’t want Earth security to investigate too deeply so I pretended she was you. I’m on my way to Vespia and will need clearance in about fifteen minutes.”

“We’ll meet you at the landing port.” Storm closed the communiqué and was the first one up. “I don’t like this at all.”

“We need to contact Bert as well. Perhaps he could shed a little light on what is going on.” Heather stood as well. With a thought they were both dressed. Heather stepped into the twins’ bedroom to find them still asleep. She touched their heads softly before she walked back into the main room where Storm waited. “They’re sound asleep.”

“Then let’s go.” He placed his hand against the small of her back as they headed out the doors. “I have given Bear clearance to land and contacted Bert to join us. Your brother has been made aware as well so he’ll be here when the twins wake up.”

“Thank you.” She kept her thoughts to herself.

“You okay?”

“Yes, my heart.” Heather wrapped an arm around his waist and gave him a quick hug. “Just want to know what is going on.”

“So do I, my heart.”

They walked onto the tarmac and waited as Bear’s ship touched down.

Storm looked down at her upturned face as he pulled her close. She knew he picked up on the fact that she was tense and far too quiet. “I know this bothers you. Your silence tells me more than any words. I want to know why there is a woman in Bear’s ship who looks like you, too. Together we will get to the truth.”

“I wish Bear had told us more. Why is she, me here? What happened to force me to travel back in time?”

“My question as well.” They had come to the same conclusion. The woman in question was probably from the future which didn’t bode well. She knew he could smell her fear and wrapped his arms around her in support. “I’m sure he will explain everything he knows and your brother and Bert will explain the rest.”


“I don’t know what to tell you,” said Bear. They stood outside the room where Heather’s look-a-like paced the floor. “She came to me, claiming to be you, but from our near future with a message. Then she refused to speak after that.”

“Who is the message for?” asked Storm.

“You.” He looked at Heather. “Look, I tried to get her to talk to me, but she refused. She promised to explain everything once she saw Heather, which is why I brought her here. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You did the right thing, Bear. I’ll talk to her and see what is going on.”

“I don’t think so.” Storm shook his head. After all they had been through he didn’t trust anyone and that included an exact copy of his mate.

“Then how are we to know why she is here?” Heather looked at him.

“Storm, that woman has been quite adamant about talking to your mate. Heather number two has also promised to go through any tests you might want her to go through as long as you allow her to speak to herself.” Bear shook his head. “It’s all a little strange to me.”

Kuarto walked into the medlab. “Really wish you would stay put when you call me. I went to the landing area as you requested and was told you had come here. This is where I was in the first place.”

“Sorry,” said Heather. “We needed to move indoors rather quickly.”

“What is so important that you…” He spotted the other Heather. “Never mind. I’m assuming you want me to check out your guest?”

“Please?” Heather rubbed her hands on her skirt, her nerves taking control. “We need to get to the bottom of this.”

Kuarto walked into the room where his sister’s look-a-like waited. Heather watched as he ran his tests. Where did this woman come from? Why was she here? He was frowning when he came back out.

“She is you. The DNA proves it, but she is also older than you. About six weeks.” He kept looking at his readings. “I don’t know how this is possible.”

“Thank you.” Heather knew. This version of her had time-traveled. She didn’t like the rock that was forming in the pit of her stomach. Something must have gone terribly wrong for her to come back in time. “Let’s find out what I have to say.”

Storm wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her at his side. “Wait for Bert. If that really is you then you know the consequences of getting too close to yourself.”

Anything else you’d like to add?
Other Books by Barbara Donlon Bradley:
A Portrait in Time – Hard Shell Word Factory
Love on the Run – Hard Shell Word Factory
A Quest for Love –Hard Shell Word Factory
Love is ... – Satin Romance
Star’s Destiny – Phaze
A Question of Trust – Phaze
Honorbound – Phaze
Dominated By Desire – Book 1 in the Vespian Way Series
Passionate Desire – Book 2 in the Vespian Way Series
Animal Desire – Book 3 in the Vespian Way Series
Unwanted Desire – Book 4 in the Vespian Way Series
Hesitant Desire – Book 5 in the Vespian Way Series
Forgotten Desire – Book 6 in the Vespian Way Series
Stolen Desire – Book 7 in the Vespian Way Series

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