If you’ve visited the Collections site before, you’ll notice things have changed. We revamped, but it’s still the place to go when I have a new collection to tell you about. Over the next few weeks the authors involved will be there chatting; there will be frequent contests and announcements of fun things coming, so be sure to drop by there often! For now, let’s talk about the new book…

Rogues: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology is the first in a series of bad boy collections. It’s a single volume anthology of short stories written by some terrific authors—some you know, some you’ll be meeting for the first time!

I love this cover—so intense! I love this book! It’s 62,000-words of yummy bad boys—pirates, thieves, highwaymen, tomb raiders, to name a few! The stories are set in modern and historical times. It’s available now for the astonishing price of $0.99! And if you’re a Kindle Unlimited customer, you’re going to get it for free. For those who love the printed page, we’ve got that too!

I was the first to read the stories, because I was the one who chose the stories. So, I know the delicious surprises awaiting your pleasure! Here’s another tease…

Rogues

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Rogues! Even the word conjures a special sort of hero–a playful bad boy with a heart of gold–at least when it comes to his lady love. This volume is filled with the Jack Sparrows of old–pirates sailing the high seas, Regency-era highway men, modern-day jewel thieves, like Cary Grant in To Catch a Thief–men doing bad things, bending or breaking the law, but in a very sexy way. With fourteen stories sure to satisfy the reader who craves that ultimate bad boy, prepare to have your heart stolen!

Swindled by Megan Mitcham — A newbie detective baits an international thief with her best assets and discovers she’s not the only one with tempting snares

Opals by Axa Lee — The queen of whores dares the king of thieves to make an impossible climb to win a treasure of opals

Her Heart’s Tomb by Jennifer Kacey — When a tomb raider finds herself trapped with the enemy, she unearths her most precious discovery in the only man she’s ever loved

The Highwayman’s Treasure by Emma Jay — A dashing rake with a secret life attempts to rescue a widow at the mercy of her husband’s family

Plunder by Delilah Night — Sparks fly when the Caribbean’s most fearsome pirate falls under the spell of a sexy spitfire who’d rather send him to Davy Jones’s locker

The Heat by Mia Hopkins — During a winter storm, a mysterious Irish bootlegger finds refuge in the house and bed of a widowed suffragette

The Highwayman Came Riding by Erzabet Bishop — Desire and a slip through time awaken passions between a highwayman and a sleepy romance reader

Queen High by Cela Winter — On board a Mississippi riverboat, a gentleman-turned-cardsharp and a strong-minded widow set the stakes high in a game where winner takes all

Rogue Hearts by Delilah Devlin — When a lonely shut-in’s online query is answered for a sexy rendezvous, she’s stunned when her handsome”escort” proves more adept than she’d dreamed

Lady of the House by T.G. Haynes — A cat burgling couple are taught a memorable lesson when confronted by the lady of the house which they have broken into

Billionaire and the Jewel Thief by Elle James — Temperatures rise in a penthouse suite when a jewel thief is caught testing a billionaire’s ultra-tight security system

An Eye for Love by Cynthia Young — A lady’s desires reawaken when she hires a private investigator to recover a treasured miniature art piece stolen from her collection

Roguishly Handsome, and Other Superhero Problems by Tray Ellis — Dashing out to rescue people and maintaining a stable career are incompatible choices for a reluctant superhero—even worse, she’s falling for a roguish villain

Glass Slippers, Hardly Worn by Bibi Rizer — An orphaned servant’s plans to attend the prince’s ball in a magical disguise are thwarted when she is spirited away by a masked highwayman

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Ever make a really bad typo?  I mean really bad.

My worst ever professional mistake was in an Annual Report for a one-hundred-million dollar corporation, when I was the director of marketing and communications.  Unfortunately, an innocent little ‘t’ went missing from the word ‘assets.’  The board was not amused by “This year, we experienced an increase in corporate asses.”

Recently, I found out what one little vowel can do to Rowena and the Dark Lord, book 2 in the Land’s End sexy fantasy series.

Okay, REALLY uncool when you misspell the name of your own book on a guest blog.

Rowena and the Dark LARD is probably not the best way to get sales for a ‘Outlander meets Sex and the City’ fantasy series.

However, as I do write comedy, I’m thinking about a parody.

Is it okay to write a parody of your own book?

Draft one: ROWENA AND THE DARK LARD

Synopsis 1: Rowena moves back to Land’s End and opens up a bakery.

Synopsis 2: Cedric’s use of dark magic goes totally out of control, and so does his appetite.

Synopsis 3: Thane and Rowena return to Land’s End and become pig farmers.

Synopsis 4: Rowena messes up another spell that causes all who look at her to turn into donuts.

Synopsis 5: Rowena kills off Nigella Lawson in a battle with pastry rollers, and assumes the role of Prime Time Network Food Goddess <sic>.

Synopsis 6: Someone takes a totally justified whack at the author. End of series.

Postscript: Recently was quoted by someone as the author of ROWENA AND THE DORK LORD.  Trial for murder is pending.

Post postscript (where is a Latin scholar when you need one?):  Another contract is out for the professional book tour company last month, who, in all their advertising, inadvertently switched book 3 Rowena and the Viking Warlord to… wait for it… Viking Landlord.  Yup.  Obviously there will be hell to pay if you forget the rent.

Excerpt from Rowena and the Dark Lord:

Men’s voices again, echoing like souls lost in a fog. The mist lifted in one swift movement to disappear into nothingness. In its place, were at least a hundred men.

Bugger. I messed up.

“Houston, we have a problem,” I said out loud. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I must have pronounced one of the spell words wrong.

“Who is Houston?” Lars said.

“Romans!” Gareth hissed. He drew his sword.

“Romans?” I stared at the battle-scarred men before us. They looked exhausted. They also looked bloody, dirty and rather short. Not to mention confused.

How the heck could they be Romans?

Someone yelled “Form Square!” in—yup—that was Latin.

“What the hell?” I stared. The men came to life moving with purpose into a square. Within seconds we were facing a shield wall bristling with spears.

The man on horseback stared at me. No stirrups on his saddle. A helmet that was in history books. Definitely Roman. I stared back at him.

Romans? In this time? What the poop had I done?

“It’s a freaking temporal rift!” My laugh was strident. “Where is Spock when you need him?”

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Amazon link: Rowena and the Dark Lord

Melodie Campbell – short and sweet bio

The Toronto Sun called her Canada’s “Queen of Comedy.”  Library Journal compared her to Janet Evanovich.   Melodie Campbell got her start writing stand-up.

Melodie has won the Derringer, the Arthur Ellis, and eight more awards for fiction. Last year, her Land’s End series (which includes Rowena and the Dark Lord) made the Amazon Top 50 bestseller list, sandwiched between Tom Clancy and Nora Roberts.

My favorite thing about romance is the tension and chemistry between the hero and heroine. Give me a couple whose opposing traits create friction and sparks, who are quick with the witty banter and who challenge each other, and I’m all in. With my own stories, the heroine is usually the first character to appear in my head. Once I have her figured out, I sink into the deeply satisfying process of creating her perfect match—although that’s not how she’ll see him at first.

When I was plotting THE EXORCIST WHO LOVED ME, I knew the heroine Holly had been in a bad marriage…after all, she’s being haunted by the ghost of her dead husband’s mistress. She’s a down-to-earth single mom who’s trying to do the best for her kids while recovering from trauma and loss. She needs someone who’ll be good to her, someone without the hard edges of a typical alpha male. Since the hero of MUST LOVE GHOSTS—the first novella in the series—was an alpha, I was excited at the prospect of writing a beta hero.

Enter Lawe Callahan, Exorcist. He’s a loner, more comfortable with the world of the dead than the living, but he longs for a deep connection with a partner. A hearth-and-home kind of girl like Holly is exactly what he needs…once he gets over his fear of putting down roots. And Lawe is exactly what Holly needs: a good guy who’ll push her out of her comfort zone.

Writing a beta hero was as much fun as writing an alpha hero. I’m not sure which I like better. What about you—do you fall for alphas or betas?

The Exorcist Who Loved Me

Hiring an exorcist is not something widowed single mom Holly Archer ever thought she’d do. But the blackouts she’s been having mean someone—or something—is hijacking her body and she wants it stopped, like yesterday.

The hottie who shows up at her door is the first man who’s sparked her interest since her awful marriage. It’s no hardship to give herself over to his skills, and in short order the spirit is ejected—and Holly comes face to face with Celia, the ghost of her dead husband’s mistress.

Lawe Callahan figured this would be an easy case, and by morning he’d be headed for another town, leaving Holly and her witchy amber eyes behind. Until she agrees to help the ghost, who refuses to budge until her killer is brought to justice.

As the investigation heats up, so does Lawe and Holly’s attraction. But their differences not only threaten any chance of something real, their quest for the truth could drive a killer to tie up all loose ends—permanently.

EXCERPT:

A thud sounded on the hardwood floor. He’d hopped down from the counter.

“Come here,” he said softly.

When she didn’t move, he took her gently by the shoulders and turned her around to face him. He smiled down at her, sure and confident and strong, and her heart hitched.

“I’m not leaving until this thing is settled.”

She put a hand on his cheek, ran her thumb across his prickly stubble. “Why? We’ve gone way beyond exorcist duties. I was awful to you at the graveyard, yelling at you about your fear of commitment. On the first night we met, no less.”

He kissed the inside of her palm and she shivered. “You were right. I’m lousy at relationships.”

“But you’re still here. Helping me solve a crime that has nothing to do with you. And I’ve been, well, you know…” She dropped her hand to her side and closed her eyes. The words tumbled together in her throat and heat flooded her face. She must be turning red as a cranberry, but she had to say this. Forcing herself to meet his eyes, she felt her skin go even redder. “I’ve been trying to get you into bed. For a short-term fling. The irony of that isn’t lost on me, that I lectured you about not committing, then turned right around and decided to…to use you. For sex.”

Lawe went still, not a flicker of emotion crossing his face. “You’re using me for sex?”

It sounded even worse when he said it. “Sort of. Or at least that’s the plan, since we haven’t actually slept together yet.” Humiliation burned the back of her throat. “Not that I have a plan plan, like something I’ve plotted. I mean, I’m attracted to you and you seem to be attracted to me, so I figured we’d naturally, you know, act on that.”

“So I’m your boy toy?” His tone was thoughtful.

“No! I like you, I really do. I feel more comfortable with you than with anyone I’ve ever known. You’re definitely more interesting than anyone I’ve ever known. That ghosts thing…wow. And you’re helping me when there’s nothing in it for you. Well, besides the paycheck, but you could do another exorcism for that and it’d be a lot easier. You backed me up today when we ran into Jake. I don’t know how I’d have made it through that without you. I selfishly took advantage of your willingness to help, and then I propositioned you in the car.”

Lawe hooked a finger in one of the belt loops on her jeans, urged her a step closer. His thumb slipped under her shirt and skimmed her belly button. If she took a deep breath, her chest would brush his. Her nipples hardened and she felt even worse.

“Thanks for being so honest,” he said. “It’s never easy to hear you’re being used. There’s just one thing I’m wondering.”

“Yes?” she whispered miserably, staring at his mouth so she wouldn’t have to meet his eyes.

“When you launched your nefarious plot to get me into bed, did you have anything specific in mind? Locations, positions, props…sex toys?”

“Well, I…”
His lips quirked.

She glared and stepped back. “You’re making fun of me.”

“Hell yes.” His teeth flashed in a grin. Taking her hands, he laced his fingers deep with hers. One tug and the space between them disappeared. “You’re adorable when you’re nervous and babbling.”

“I’m serious. I feel really bad about things.” Although, pressed up against him, bad wasn’t the sensation that came to mind. Not when she could feel the rock-hard evidence he was A-okay with the situation. Still, there was something she had to know. “Why are you staying? Why are you helping me?”

His hands moved to her back, caressing. “Because it feels right.”

He lowered his head and kissed her, gently this time, his lips sweet and comforting against hers. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist, opening her mouth to him. This was what had been missing in her relationship with Paul. This physical give-and-take of caring and support and friendship.

And maybe something more.

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Psst! Real quick. I woke up to see this! Whee!

Anyway, on last Thursday, our house switched our satellite TV companies from Direct TV to Dish. I had very few days’ warning. (We’d wanted to go back to Dish for a while, and when the genie box in the living room went south, we decided not to spend money on getting a Direct repairmen out to fix the problem; we ordered Dish!)

Well, I tend to store of up a seasons’ worth of some of my favorite shows so that I can binge-watch them between books. I had Blacklist, Bones, Grimm, Once Upon a Time, and Supernatural saved. As soon as the Dish move date was made, I began watching my shows, in priority of what I’d regret most not seeing. I made it through Supernatural (God, I love Rowena!), Grimm (Poor Adelind!–can’t believe I’m saying that!), Blacklist (Liz can’t be dead!), but only watched the most recent episode of Bones (what’s bug-guy doing in a wheelchair?!). And that was it. Everything else I’d recorded was gone. 🙁

But the point is, it was kind of fun binge-watching my way through Sam, Dean’s, and Red’s trials and tribulations. For some of you, I imagine weekends are time for binge-reading your way through books. How may of you do that? Comment for a chance to win a free story! Your choice from among these two series…

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I’m writing this post on Mothers’ Day, so the topic and the feelings are at the front of my brain. And, before I start, let me say one thing – I don’t mean to trivialize being a mother or raising a child. At all. I’m not a mother, but I know a lot of them. I even have one. Raising a child is difficult, demanding, and terrifying. This post is meant to be fun, and nothing more.

Hello everyone, and thanks to Delilah for having me back.

I’m late getting this post done because I’ve been celebrating the birthday of my third book. You see the posts all the time during release week. “Happy book birthday!”  And in part, it is like my birthday because I’m getting all the presents and attention. But it’s also a birthday for the book. The time when it leaves my care and goes out into the world. So this post is about how books are like babies.

1. Good manuscripts take time. Not always nine months – sometimes less, most of the time more. During that period, they grow and shift. They keep me awake, rattling around in my head rather than my uterus.
2. I love to say that writing keeps me from snacking because my hands are busy. In part, that’s true. However, I still snack. This latest release will always be “the book where I gave up Diet Coke and craved kettle corn.” My new manuscript is “the cherry Pop-Tart one.” Seriously, the other night I had cherry Pop-Tarts and blush wine for dinner.
3. It’s harder than it looks. Enough said, I think.
4. Readers and friends ask me all the time which book is my favorite. I don’t have one. It’s impossible. They’re all different. Some get on my nerves, some make me laugh, some make me cry – some do it simultaneously.
5. They look like me – sort of. There are pieces of me in each book. A heroine’s nervous nature, a hero’s love of chocolate.
6. Showing them off. After I finish a manuscript, I hand it to my critique partners, my beta readers, and eventually an editor. I dress it as prettily as I can, and wait for feedback – which isn’t always positive, honestly.  At times it’s like hearing, “Is his nose going to straighten out? What’s that rash on her face? Is that a stain on his shirt?”
7. Letting them go. I’ve watched my friends and family agonize over leaving their children – at daycare, with a sitter, at school for the first day. At some point, the child is no longer solely theirs, and they worry. What if someone is mean to them and I’m not around to defend my baby? What if they get hurt and I’m not there? What if they don’t behave the way I’d hoped? As an author, there’s a point where I leave the book for the reader and I walk away, hoping that people actually like my “baby.”
8. They are yours forever. A book is never not I’ll worry about it, fuss over it, and brag about it for the rest of my life.
9. Doing it again. We’ve all heard new mothers say. “Nope. She’ll be an only child.” (See #3.) And then something makes them want to do it again. I’m the same way after each book. I wonder if I can do it again, if anyone will want me to. And, in the end, I can’t help it. Something pulls me back.
10. My mother has kept every school project my brothers and I did, including the book I made in second grade where I misspelled “pepole” and my ribbon for finishing a race in 17^th place (out of 18). I will always, always be proud of my books.

In continuing the post-Mothers’ Day theme, I’m going to wave wildly at my mother, who reads my books but worries about the language in them. And I’m going to share my latest release, which contains Wallis Quinn – the candidate for worst mother of the year.

***Give Away***

If you’ll share a story about your mom or your children, I’ll pick one contributor to receive a copy of Hard Silence. The giveaway will close at midnight tomorrow, and I’ll post the winner in the comment thread the next day.

Thanks for stopping by!

Mia

***Excerpt***

They dug in, and Jeff rolled his eyes as he swallowed. “Jesus, that’s good. I’m glad you could get us in.”

“This is the only pull I have, other than getting a discount at the farm supply.”

He choked on his tea, and then settled in for another bite. “How long have you lived here?”

“Twenty-three years.”

“You moved here?”

“Yes,” she said around a mouthful of tomato and feta, “from Tacoma.”

She heard the words leave her mouth, felt the air chill her skin. It’s okay. Nobody died in Washington. It’s not a secret. It’s on my records at school.

School. Buck had taken her into town and registered her for junior high. Wallis had slammed dishes and drawers for days afterward.

“So you grew up in Washington?” Jeff asked.

This was normal date chatter. She knew he’d grown up in Tennessee. He’d told her. He just wanted—

He can’t know.

She shook her head. “We. Bounced. Around. A lot.”

“After your father died?”

How did he know her father had died? She hadn’t said anything. She didn’t tell. She didn’t—

He put his hand over hers. “Sorry, professional hazard. You were so kind about my dad, I sort of guessed. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

See. There. Not my fault. He guessed. And he still didn’t know particulars.

“When did he die?”

“I was four.”

“Damn. How?”

I don’t know. I didn’t see it. All I know was the floor was all red like when I’d spilled Kool-Aid, and I was worried Mama would think I’d made a mess, but Papa was there. He was so still, and Mama was so mad. Her voice made me cry.

“Abby?”

She looked away from him, trying to catch her thoughts and to stop the words. And there, in the corner, with her back to them. There was a lady with chestnut-brown hair, just like hers, cut into the severe style Wallis had always liked. An expensive bag sat at her feet, which were clad in designer shoes, and she reached a manicured hand for her napkin. Diamonds glittered under the lights.

Only the best, Abby. I deserve the best, and I’m going to have it. No one’s going to stop me.

Oh God, oh God, oh God. She should’ve known better than to try this. Wallis always knew. She blinked across the table. She’d told Jeff a secret. She was here with him, holding his hand, enjoying dinner with her friends. They were all in danger, because she’d been happy.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

“Darlin’, what’s wrong?”

She stumbled to her feet. “I have to wash my hands.”

“Ooh-kay.” He smiled up at her. “I’ll be right here. Hurry back before I eat all the mozzarella.”

I’m so sorry.

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About the Author

Mia Kay spent years writing legal documents and keeping people out of trouble. Now she spends her days looking for ways to get her characters into trouble. She lives in Arkansas with her husband, who doesn’t mind discussing (and sometimes causing) mayhem over breakfast. She’s always worried her mother will stop by unannounced and find her in her pajamas until far too late on Saturday morning.

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In addition to reading and writing about vampires, preferably ones with redeeming social value, my passion is cars. I have a 64 Studebaker Station Wagon (modified for reliability and safety) a modified 66 Mustang Convertible and a highly modified 05 Roush Convertible.

My Studebaker is currently in the shop to repair the gas gauge and change out the rear end ratio for cruising and gas mileage in preparation for the Power Tour starting 11 June in Gonzales, Louisiana, then traveling through Texas (Baytown, Austin, DFW Area, and then to Oklahoma City, Wichita, Kansas and finishing up in Kansas City on the 17th). With the extreme rain we’ve had in Texas this April I just hope it dries out enough to allow the tour to be safely held…older cars don’t do as well in rain as newer vehicles. My Studebaker has four-wheel power disc brakes, Heidts front suspension with power rack and pinion steering and is powered by an 05 Dodge Truck Hemi and five-speed automatic to nine-inch Ford rear with 4.11 Detroit Locker (being changed to a cruising gear). This Wagonaire model’s rear top slides forward allowing it to become more like a truck to carry tall items like a refrigerator.

The 66 Mustang has Heidts front suspension, front disc brakes, rack and pinion power steering. The engine is based on a Ford design but is a 363ci Dart-Iron Eagle four bolt main, with Siamese cylinder bores allowing for up  to 383 ci. It has forged crank, H-Beam rods, and forged and coated pistons. It has a custom torque-grind roller cam, Edelbrock Performer Heads, intake and Thunder 650 carb, Hooker long tube headers &  Dr. Gas X-Pipe for exhaust. We hogged out the radiator support and installed a larger Be Cool dual core aluminum radiator & twin electric fans designed for a 68 Mustang. Power goes through a McLeod Dual Clutch to a built up Tremec 3550 five-speed and limited-slip 3.55 rear gear. The engine produces over 400 rwtq w/o the nitrous and Global West sub-frame connectors with traction bars keep things all together.

My 05 Roush-Mustang has a Livernois 5.0 3V engine with ProCharger-D Supercharger & 3-row Innercooler detuned to 528 rwhp w/o the 250 shot of nitrous. We adapted the underside to accept a TR-6060 six-speed with McLeod dual-clutch. It has Kooks long-tube headers and X-pipe, high-flow cats and SpinTech Mufflers. A 3.73 limited slip rear puts the power to the pavement through forged GT-5 American Racing 19″ Wheels with P-Zero Rosso Assemetrical Pirelli 245-40×19 tires in front and 275-35×19 tires in the rear. These stick like glue when it has been on the road course, helped by J&M suspension goodies and Global-West sub-frame connectors. Stopping the beast is done with Baer GT Calipers & Zinc Washed Erradispeed 14″ front drilled and slotted rotors w/D&S Z-washed rotors in rear. It has flames & body mods also.

Now that I’ve told you about the three vehicles I’ve got, let me tell you a little about the three books in my three-part Paranormal-Romance series, “Immortal Relations.”

In the first book my alter-ego, Gary Logan, finds a photograph that proves something his late mother had said when he was just a young child, decades earlier, but which at the time he was too young to understand. His late father had a tryst while assigned overseas immediately after WW-II. Gary decides to travel to the site in the Czech Republic. In Prague he meets a lady who seems to know far more about his family than possible; however, Gary quickly figures out she is more than what she seems, she is a vampire…but love will not be denied. To be with her, Gary will need to be accepted into the group of vampires; however, these are not the blood-thirsty type. Having been turned against their will they’ve refused to abase themselves and have sworn to defend innocent humans from evil, be it the “Bram Stoker” type of vampires, human criminals or evil politicians who seek to force themselves on populations they had sworn to serve.

Picked up in a beautiful 1947 Rolls Royce Silver Wraith Saloon, Gary and his lover Magdalena and her daughter Eviana are chauffeured up to the castle of the Guardian Vampires in the deep forest well above Prague. While riding to Gary’s appointment to be interviewed, Eviana, whose love of cars includes driving fast at night without headlights (vampire eyesight is so good) tells Gary of the coven’s fabulous vehicles including brands such as Ferrari, Lamborghini, Austin-Martin, Jaguar, a Bugatti Veyron SS and a very special, original Ford GT-40, one of those that won the race at Le Mann.

Initially Gary felt over awed by his meeting with the coven and doubted they would accept him, but the leader of the group known as “Grandmother” saw something worthwhile in his idea that the vampires were wrong in their belief that they were damned, especially since they had been turned against their will and rather than attacking humans protected them from evil. Allowed to join, the adult nature of the story comes out in the “explicit togetherness” they enjoy. This is after all an adult Paranormal-Romance series. But Gary must use his military training and experience to safeguard the Guardian coven from a large, evil gang of vampires who seek to destroy them so the gang can feed on the humans without interference. Action takes place in the Czech Republic, England and in the Russian Federation. The first book can be viewed at http://amazon.com/dp/B006ZCBT6G with the Kindle price reduced to $.99.

The second book carries the action to new heights as Communist China invades Siberia to capture the rich oil and mineral fields as well as living space for their burgeoning population. Our good vampires must stop a war that could easily turn into a nuclear Armageddon. There are also potential “extinction level events” at the failed reactors at Chernobyl and Fukushima, Japan that must be dealt with. The second book is at http://amazon.com/dp/B00A4IEHL6 also reduced to $.99 on Kindle’s App.

In the third book, the Guardian Vampires set up a coven in Southern Canada to monitor and help resist the efforts of Marxists in the U.S. who are trying to destroy the Constitutional Republic and replace it with a Socialist Dictatorship. The Marxists believe this new group to be the ones who thwarted their Chinese Communist friends from taking over Siberia so they try to destroy them, not realizing they are dealing with vampires who are more than just a little hard to kill. Their nefarious actions backfire and they sulk in the corner rather than being willing to help when the asteroid Ceres threatens the Earth. Once again our good vampires are called upon to solve the danger from outer space. The third book is http://amazon.com/dp/B00G5BQS18 and is also $.99 on Kindle.

Destined or fated love is a popular theme in modern day romance. Almost every girl in America grew up hearing there is one someone-special special for everyone. Fairy tales speak of it. Songs are written about it.

But is it a “real” thing?

Destiny is defined as “the predetermined, usually inevitable or irresistible, course of events.”

Some people don’t like the idea that their life is pre-written. That someone is steering them to once specific path. That they don’t have a say in the outcome of their life.

But others, I think, like to believe that the person they fell in love with is so meaningful to their life that even the stars agree with and support their relationship. That no matter what else is going on in the world, their choice of partner is right. I suppose it’s a form of validation for their feelings.

Personally, I believe there are people in our lives that were destined to be there. Some were meant to guide us, some to help us grow, and still others to love and maybe even leave us. But I also believe that we have choices in our destiny. That our life is more like an Encyclopedia Brown book where the story varies based on the decisions we make along the way.

Have YOU experienced what you believe to be fated love? Tell me about it in the comments.

Even if you haven’t experienced fated love, I’d like to hear your thoughts. Everyone who leaves a comment will be entered in a drawing for a ribbon bookmark (picture at the end) and author swag.

Be sure to check out the Star Crossed box set. Eight USA Today and NY Times and Bestselling authors have put together a set of contemporary romance – just the way you love it! This collection is made up of spicy and extra spicy tales of fated love. Get swept away by stories of ordinary people getting extraordinary second chances, risking their hearts and finding true love. You’ll laugh, cry and lose your heart.  For a limited time it’s only $0.99!

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When Randy walked away from Nicki eight years earlier, he shattered her heart. Now that fate -or maybe just a couple of scheming grandparents- has brought them together again he’ll have to convince her that he deserves a second chance.

Katalina Leon ~ Dark Sky
Dark hearts. Dark Sky. Since childhood, Severin and Avery’s love was meant to be. For eight years, tragedy has torn them apart but fate offers them a second chance.

Sabrina York ~ Smoking Holt
Bella’s secretly wanted Holt for years, and now…here’s her chance. Will his fiery dominance burn this willful heroine to a crisp?

Ann Mayburnn ~ Sodom and the Phoenix
Will shy Tanwen find the courage to embrace all the forbidden pleasures that Master Adam has to offer, or will she continue to be a ‘good girl’ and deny herself the satisfaction and love she truly desires.

Michelle Fox ~ Operation Burlesque
The last thing a burlesque dancer should do is fall in love with a sexy special ops agent, especially when that puts her on the radar of the terrorist network he’s taking down.

Rebecca Royce ~ Under The Lights
Despite the odds, their passion burns as the show must go on. Can these two see there is love to be had both under and away from the lights?

TL Reeve ~ Releasing Hannah
For Hannah, coming home is the easy part. Finding herself, while searching for the right Dom to release her inhibitions will push her heart to its limits.

Virginia Cavanaugh ~ Lovers By Night
Paige Sutton wants to play doctor with handsome Brandon Kline, a hot doctor that is sure to give any woman palpitations. This sizzling medical romance is just what the doctor ordered.

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About Dena Garson

Dena Garson is an award winning author of contemporary, paranormal and fantasy romance. Her sixth book, Mystic’s Touch, won the 2015 Passionate Plume for Futuristic/Fantasy/Sci-Fi as well as the 2015 Reader’s Choice Award for Science Fiction/Fantasy/Time Travel. Ghostly Persuasion was a finalist in the 2014 Passionate Ink contest and the 2014 Reader’s Choice Award.

When she isn’t writing you can find her at her jewelry workbench playing with beads. She is also a devoted Whovian and Dallas Cowboys fan.

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Here’s a picture of the ribbon book I’m giving away featuring Snow Effect – my book featured in the Star Crossed box set.