The Marshal and the Heiress

The Marshal and the Heiress_500x755Welcome back! Today I’ve got a new release from my spicy side, Isabella Kole, to tell you about. A little back story about this one is that a few months ago, my daughter suggested I write about a murder set in the 1800’s and add a little of Isabella’s spice to it. My reaction, of course, was “Are you nuts?” Yeah, well, she can be very persuasive and long story short, the story was written, submitted, accepted and released. So far, it’s done very well, ranking in the top ten for Erotic Westerns on Amazon in both the US and the UK. It’s also currently in the top fifteen on the publisher’s website, Blushing Books. I guess I should listen to her more often. In case you haven’t one-clicked on this hot new release yet, here’s the blurb to let you know what it’s about.

BLURB Marshal Luke Prescott has searched for his young bride’s murderer for five long years, to no avail. When feisty heiress, Clarissa Birmingham, breezes into his town, he finds himself drawn to her, exasperating as she may be. Headstrong and impetuous, the young beauty quickly learns her she will heed Luke’s warnings or she will pay the price. But when Clarissa’s long-lost older brother is arrested after a drunken brawl, it is revealed he knows who murdered Luke’s wife. Clarissa finds out that her impetuous ways lead her into a danger she may never recover from. Will Luke be able to save her before he loses another love?

Piqued your interest? How about a little excerpt to go with that? Luke and Clarissa’s first dinner together after just meeting: EXCERPT:

“So tell me, Marshall Prescott, what does one do for entertainment around here?” Clarissa asked as she placed two sugar cubes into her hot tea and began to stir. “I’m sure you’ll find the local church to be of some assistance there. The ladies get together to make quilts, have socials and dinners.” “I see. Are there dances?” she asked as she took a sip of the hot, sweet liquid. “I reckon there are the occasional barn dances.” “You don’t seem to know much about what goes on in the social circles here.” “I’ve only been here a few months myself, ma’am. I’ve been busy working. I’m sure once you begin your teaching assignment you’ll be busy, as well.” “I won’t be teaching all the time. I’ll have my evenings and my weekends free. I don’t intend to sit in my room.” “No, I don’t imagine you will. You’ll not find the theatre or any of the social events you’re likely accustomed to in these parts.” “I’ll have to make do, now won’t I, Marshall?” After their supper arrived, he advised her again to seek out the local church for her social activities. “Sounds a bit dull to me,” she said as she cut her steak into tiny pieces. “You chose this life. I reckon if it’s not to your liking, we can look for another teacher for the town’s children.” “I’m not a quitter, Marshall Prescott. I’ve said I’ll do it and I’ll see it through. I’ll just have to find my own fun.” “Now, you listen to me, young lady. I assured your father that you would be protected here. If you start going to unsavory establishments looking for a good time, you and I are going to have to have a meeting of the minds.” “Now, that’s the best offer I’ve had since I arrived,” she said with a coy smile as she turned her attention to the food on her plate.

Now, I’ll bet you’d like to know where to buy this book, don’t you? Well, I’ll help you out and list the buy links for you. It’s currently available in ebook form and paperback.

BLUSHING BOOKS: http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=3293

BARNES & NOBLE: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-marshal-and-the-heiress-isabella-kole/1121655134?ean=2940151290609

AMAZON EBOOK: http://www.amazon.com/Marshal-Heiress-Isabella-Kole-ebook/dp/B00VH4TNJ2/ref=sr_1_3_twi_1_kin?ie=UTF8&qid=1429479039&sr=8-3&keywords=ISABELLA+KOLE

AMAZON PAPERBACK: http://www.amazon.com/The-Marshal-Heiress-Isabella-Kole/dp/1627507728/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1429479039&sr=8-3

I hope you’ll enjoy Isabella’s latest endeavor. Soon there will be another coming out…  

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THE HIGHLANDER’S CURSE by Isabella Kole

The Highlanders Curse_500x755Hi! Sorry I haven’t posted recently, but it’s been a whirlwind, what with writing, editing, releases and the holidays! My spicy side has a new release. It’s called The Highlander’s Curse, from Blushing Books, and is my very first paranormal, time travel romance. It’s very steamy and romantic and I am pleased with the way it turned out. Author Isobelle Cate offered some assistance with the Scottish parts, Author Alta Hensley “dared” me to go hotter and my awesome editor, Staci Taylor pushed me just a little bit to add more spice. A friend and former co-worker, Lucy, has been after me forever to write a book about a Scottish ghost in an old castle. Well this may not be exactly what she had in mind, but as the story developed, I couldn’t help but fall in love with it. I’m going to treat you to the blurb and a little tidbit from the book to whet your appetite. We’ve also got a release party going on over at Facebook right now so I’ll post the link at the end and feel free to join us for a lot of fun and some great prizes!

Blurb:

A beautiful castle in the scenic Highlands of Scotland, a sassy, stubborn modern girl from Cincinnati, Ohio and a would-be Duke cursed by a witch two-hundred years before set the stage for a love story that could forever change history. Ian Galloway has come back to claim what is rightfully his and to find his soul-mate. Amanda Brown has just inherited his castle. When the proper Highlander Duke meets the willful, modern girl, he decides she is the one, but before she can cross the portal with him and become his Duchess, she must be tamed. He makes it clear that her sharp tongue and disobedient ways will not go unpunished.

Will she give up everything to go back in time with the man she has fallen so deeply in love with, or will her fears of the unknown keep them apart forever?

Excerpt:

The year was 1814 and thirty-year-old Ian Galloway stood in the field beyond his home and gazed at the large castle. Galloway Castle had been in his family for many years. Ian was to become the next Duke of Galloway and it had been strongly suggested he find a young woman to become his Duchess. In all his travels over the vast Scottish countryside the handsome young Duke hadn’t been able to find the woman with whom he’d choose to spend his life with. His golden hair blowing in the wind, the plaid kilt rustling around his muscular legs, he looked around once more at the lush green countryside. His land, the property his sons would someday inherit. But first, he must find a mother for the sons he planned to sire. Of course every young woman in the villages that surrounded Galloway Castle wanted to be the next Duchess of Galloway.

One beautiful young woman in particular had her sights set on the young Duke. Her name was Bridget MacCloskey. Some said she was a witch. Ian had scoffed at the idea. Bewitching she may be with her long golden locks and full bosom but witches didn’t really exist. It was folklore. He had been seen squiring the luscious young woman around the village but he had not asked for her hand in marriage. In fact, he had decided to end things with her that very night. But first, he needed to return to the castle. There was business to be dealt with.

As he entered his majestic home a few moments later, he was told by a servant that his father wanted to see him immediately. He wasted no time finding the elder Duke.

“Father, ye wish tae see me?” he asked as he entered the library.

“Where have ye been all afternoon? Whiling away the hours daydreaming?” his father said in a booming voice.

“I was surveying the land, Sir.”

“The war is over. It is time tae think about the future of our land. We have to see that the farms begin tae thrive. Yer soon tae be taking over and ye have yet tae find a suitable wife. What say ye for yerself, lad?”

“I refuse tae chain myself tae the wrong woman for eternity.”

“Ye have a high opinion of yerself.”

“I will continue tae search.”

“Time is running out, my son. If ye are not married by the summer, yer step-brother and his wife shall be the Duke and Duchess of Galloway.”

Turning on his heel, Ian stormed out of his father’s library. He walked swiftly down the vast hallway and out the massive front doors of the castle. He walked to where his horse was lazily feasting and untied him, mounted him and took off at a gallop, thundering down the lane.

As he came to the clearing below the castle gates, a carriage approached. When it came to a halt, Ian yelled, “Whoa,” and stopped his steed beside the carriage. As he looked at the driver he asked if he could be of assistance.

“The young lady wishes tae speak to ye, your Grace,” the driver said.

The door to the carriage opened and Ian saw that the lady in question was none other than Bridget MacCloskey. He jumped down from his horse and held out his hand.

As the beautiful buxom blonde took his hand and gracefully emerged from the carriage, she said, “It’s so good tae see ye again.”

“What might ye be doing out on this beautiful day, my lady?”

“I feel the time has come for us tae speak about our future.”

“Is that so?” Ian asked with a raised brow.

“My father is of the belief ye have no intentions tae make a life with me. Is that so, your Grace?”

“Milady, I have thought long and hard on this very subject. It is true I must find a Duchess before I can assume the duties as the next Duke of Galloway. And though I have seriously considered a match with ye, I have come tae the difficult decision that it cannae be. I am sorry if this distresses ye. My sincere apologies,” he replied as he kissed her hand.

“Why, ye are the most reprehensible creature I have ever known. Ye shall pay for this, Ian Galloway. I curse you…”

Ian looked at the driver and said, “Please take her away. Our business here is over.” He jumped onto his horse’s back and galloped away, never looking back.

That evening when his son did not return home, the elder Duke sent his men to search for him. They searched far and wide, over the countryside, in the forests and hills and the nearby villages but there was no sign of the young Galloway heir. No one had seen him.

For weeks, they searched. The weeks turned into months, the months into years. Ian’s father finally succumbed to a broken heart. His stepbrother reluctantly took over as the Duke of Galloway. Ian’s mother and stepbrother never gave up the search.

Ian Galloway was never heard from again…

How about some buy links and the link for the event going on as we speak?

Buy Links:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-highlanders-curse-blushing-books/1120995108?ean=2940150030398

http://www.amazon.com/Highlanders-Curse-Isabella-Kole-ebook/dp/B00RPYZRCU/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1420326363&sr=1-5&keywords=Isabella+kole


Event:

https://www.facebook.com/events/324505084418950/326107357592056/?notif_t=plan_mall_activity

Stop by for some fun!

Love,

Anna/Isabella

The Seduction Of E.J.

The-Seduction-of-EJ-Final-1950Hi and welcome back! I’ve been busy the past few weeks. I was in Houston for the Mashup a few weeks ago and had a great time meeting some other authors and a lot of awesome readers!

Since returning home, I’ve been hard at work writing the long-awaited second book in The Promises Trilogy, A  Cowboy’s Promise. I’ll tell you a little more about that as it progresses but right now I’m going to fill you in on Isabella’s  newest book, coming from Blushing Books on September 30!                                               

This will be Isabella’s third book. As many of you know, Isabella Kole is my spicier side. She was created on a dare and I thought there would only be one book. Well, I was wrong. After Accepting His Terms was so well received, there was a second, a sequel called Submitting To Bryan. After that one, the readers still wanted more from the same characters but I’d already begun writing The Seduction Of E.J. There will be a conclusion to the Lincoln sisters’ stories, however. I’m thinking of titling it The Dangerous Dom…

I’ve also been asked to write a paranormal…hmm…set in a Scottish castle…my readers are not shy. That may develop too at some point in time, you never know.

But for now, let me fill you in on the soon-to-be-released, The Seduction Of E.J.

Blurb:

E.J. Haney is running from a promiscuous past. Involved with the wrong guy, when she makes the decision to make a new life for herself, she goes to the extreme. Hiding behind the facade of a prim and proper small town schoolmarm image, she vows never to love again.

Jacob Ransing is hot, sexy and divorced. He’s also the new guy in town, moving to E.J.’s town as the new principal. Despite all her reservations, E.J.can’t help but fall for his looks, charm and personality. But there is one problem, her belief she’ll never be good enough for the sexy man with the reddish-brown hair.

Jacob decides a firm hand is the only way to turn her around and it’s working until the past rears its ugly head. Can the new lovers move on to find the love that was meant to be or will the past come between them?

Interested yet? How about a little sneak preview?????

Excerpt:

Erica Jo Haney sat behind the desk in her classroom grading the day’s papers handed in by her fourth grade students at Lincoln Elementary. She pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ears, finally giving up and removing the clip holding her long brunette locks into a tight coil at the base of her neck. As she pulled the loose strands back to place them into the clip, there was a knock on her door.

“Come on in,” she said as she hurriedly finished her hair and looked up to see who had entered the room.

“Honestly, E.J., when are you going to drop the spinster schoolmarm look? Your hair is beautiful and you should wear it down,” fellow teacher and friend, Michelle Marks said as she sat down at one of the desks.

“I am not out to impress anyone with my looks. If I want to make my way as an elementary teacher, I need to look the part,” Erica retorted.

“This is not the sixties, get with it,” Michelle replied wearily.

“So did you stop by to harass me or is there a reason for this visit?” she asked as she looked at the stack of papers waiting to be graded.

“I won’t keep you; I just wanted to remind you of the game Friday night. You and I are working the ticket booth. All teachers have to take a turn,” Michelle said with a grin.

“I’ll be glad to have my turn over with early in the year. The pre-season warm up game is as good a time as any. Friday night ballgames aren’t my idea of relaxation after a long week of school and fourth graders.”

“When are you going to get a life?” her friend asked in an exasperated tone.

“I had a life, not a great one, but a life before I decided to change my ways and do something constructive with my life. You know that. You’re the only person in this town I’ve confided to about my past.”

“But you gave it up, got your degree and moved here to start a new life. That doesn’t mean you have to become an old maid. You should be getting out, dating, and meeting nice men.”

“Do nice men really exist?”

“Sweetie, you got a raw deal. But that’s in the past. Don’t you think it’s finally time to move on? What happened in Chicago with Dane shouldn’t define the rest of your life.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to move on, to be honest with you. Dane hurt me. The fact that he was never going to change, made me realize I’m not worthy of a good man’s love. If I wasn’t enough for him, how could I be enough for a decent guy? I’ll always be the girl who just isn’t quite up to par.”

Shaking her head, Michelle added, “I heard the new principal from the junior high will be working with us at the game. I’ve also heard he’s pretty hot.”

“I still haven’t figured out why someone like him would leave a city like Chicago to settle in a small town like this.”

“You should talk! Isn’t that exactly what you did?”

“I doubt his reasons are the same as mine,” E.J. answered with a grimace.

“You’d be surprised how many people have skeletons in their closets, my friend. I’ll let you get back to your papers. Don’t stay here all night. You can grade papers at home, you know.”

“Yes, I know, and I’ll be leaving soon. See you tomorrow.”

When Michelle had gone, Erica turned back to her work. Finally giving up, she stuffed the stacks of papers into her brief case and locked her classroom. On the half hour drive home to her small apartment, thoughts of the life she’d left behind came flooding back. A life in a city far away, with a man she had thought she loved, who hadn’t loved her in return. The lifestyle they’d led would have shocked her friends and family. The parties, the cheating, and the job she had held as a dancer in a club would have made many of her new acquaintances blush. How had it happened? She had met Dane in school. She was floundering with her classes, trying to decide on a major when the best looking thing she’d ever seen had entered her life. They’d met at a party, of course. He was fun and full of energy and ideas. He knew all the right people, had all the right connections for the fun life. She had quit school and moved in with him within a month. It soon became apparent it wasn’t in the cards for it to be a monogamous relationship. The first time she’d caught him cheating, she’d been devastated. But as time went on, she learned that if you can’t beat them, join them. And that’s exactly what she did. They continued to live together, continued to be lovers, but it was an open relationship. She took a job dancing in a club to make ends meet. Dane was an artist, a free spirit. He was talented but they needed income to carry them through his lean times. So he painted, she danced, they lived together and partied often. She took numerous lovers in an attempt to make Dane feel the hurt she felt each time he had cheated on her. But he didn’t care. He was okay with an open relationship. He may have loved her in his own way, but it would never be the type of relationship Erica craved. One day he had come home and announced to her that he had been offered an art show in New York by a big name gallery. It was the opportunity of a lifetime and one he couldn’t afford to pass up. He asked her to accompany him. When she had asked him point blank if he was asking her to go with him as his wife or as his roommate, she got the answer she expected. He saw no reason to change things. The relationship worked for him and there was no reason to change what wasn’t broken. It was in that moment she had made a life-altering decision. She didn’t want to continue the lifestyle she had been living with Dane. She knew he would never change, but she could if she set her mind to it. So she had said goodbye to Dane, and watched silently as he packed his belongings and moved to New York. He was out of her life for good, and it was time for her to make a new life as well. The pain in knowing she didn’t mean as much to him as he had meant to her would remain with her for a very long time. The things she’d done in an attempt to win his love now made her feel ashamed. She was the classic good girl gone bad for the love of a man who didn’t deserve her. Picking herself up and dusting herself off, Erica returned to school, earned her teaching degree and sought a job in a small town close to home. She wanted a fresh start in a place where no one knew about her partying days with Dane. The fourth grade position had opened up unexpectedly in the small town of Lincoln, and she applied for and got the job. She was now in her third year there and during those three years she had not dated, had not partied, nor had she mingled with anyone but Michelle. She and Michelle had become good friends almost immediately. The other girl was always trying to get her to go out, but Erica, or E.J. as she was known around school, was adamant about keeping a low profile. She wanted nothing to do with the kind of life she had fallen into in her youth. She was now a responsible adult and she had to maintain a reputation. So she wore her glasses instead of her contact lenses, kept her long, thick hair rolled into a clip at the nape of her neck and she dressed very conservatively. Anyone who met her would think she had always been a mousy type and that was just the way she wanted it. As for Dane, she never heard from him, but knew from the news that he had made it big in the art world and was now married, living in New York City. Had he changed? She doubted it, but if he had, she was happy for him.

When she arrived at the tiny apartment she had rented when she’d moved to town, she wearily made her way to the door, unlocked it and went inside. Kicking off her shoes as she walked down the hallway to the bedroom she threw her purse and briefcase on the bed. Changing into a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt, she went to the kitchen to warm up the leftover meat loaf from the night before, threw a baked potato in the microwave and tossed a small salad. After dinner, she did the dishes and went back to her papers. Working until midnight to finish grading them, she finally fell into bed, exhausted, and fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The next morning the alarm clock next to her bed blared in her ear much too soon. Thank goodness the week was almost over. It was Thursday. She opened the blinds, pulled back the frilly, feminine Priscilla curtains at her window and looked outside. The sun was shining but being late fall she knew it was deceiving, so she pulled a crisp, white blouse, blue sweater and black skirt out of her closet before hopping into a hot shower. She stepped out of the stall a few minutes later, briskly toweled herself dry and threw on her clothes hastily. Applying minimal makeup and pulling her hair into the usual clip, she grabbed her coat, purse and briefcase and ran out to the car. She would eat donuts and drink coffee in the teacher’s lounge when she got to school. The teachers at Lincoln Elementary took turns bringing in donuts and the first one to arrive always made a fresh pot of coffee to start their day. She loved all of her co-workers. They had made her feel very welcome and her three years at the school had been extremely rewarding. Her fellow teachers thought she was a bit odd in the fact she kept to herself outside of school but they respected that. She was well-liked and would be welcome at any gathering should she change her mind and decide to attend at any time.

She was greeted with smiles as she entered the lounge.

“Hi, E.J.,” the fifth grade teacher said as she sat sipping her coffee.

“Good morning,” E.J. replied. She sat down after pouring her own coffee and added, “Ready to start the day?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be. We’re testing today, so it should be fairly quiet, how about you?”

“I’ll be handing back the tests my kids took yesterday. I got them all graded last night.”

“That’ll be my night tonight, I’m afraid. Oh well, at least I’ll have it done before the weekend and I can play. Are you going to the big game tomorrow night?”

“I have to work the ticket booth, so I’ll be there,” she replied.

“The pre-season game is a big deal around here so you’ll be busy.”

“Great,” she groaned as she looked at the clock on the wall. Standing up, she said, “I’d better get going. Have a good day.”

“You too, maybe I’ll see you at lunch.”

As she walked down the hall to her office, she saw an unfamiliar face talking to the principal. The man was tall, with reddish-brown hair and he was dressed impeccably. He smiled at her as she walked by and spoke to her in greeting. Putting her head down, she mumbled a response and hurried to her classroom. When she was seated behind her desk, she let out a long, deep breath. That man was the hottest looking guy she’d seen in the whole three years she’d been at Lincoln. Who was he? What was he doing here? And more importantly, why did she care? Get a grip, Erica Jo, she told herself sternly. Her new life didn’t include looking at strange men and thinking they were hot. That was all in the past and that was where it had to stay. Didn’t it?

She made it through the morning, forcing thoughts of the strange man out of her head. Visions of him popped up occasionally but she made them disappear almost as soon as they appeared. She had to stay strong. No falling back into the old lifestyle now. She’d worked too hard to mess things up now. She was no longer a promiscuous twenty-something. She was nearly thirty and a respected member of the community and that’s how it had to be.

She went to the teacher’s lounge at lunchtime and ate the ham and cheese sandwich she’d packed while chatting with some of the other teachers. No one mentioned the man who’d been in the hallway that morning so she didn’t either. Either they hadn’t seen him or they knew who he was and thought nothing of it. She could have asked about him, but that would be out of character for her so she remained quiet and listened to the others talk about their weekend plans.

When the day was over, she hurried home. She planned to have an early evening since she’d been up late the night before and she’d be at the game the next night. It sounded like she would be putting in a full night’s work selling tickets. She relaxed in bed with her kindle, finished the book she’d started the weekend before and turned out the light. As she slept, the man with the reddish-brown hair invaded her dreams. They were together, strolling in the moonlight. When they stopped, he’d turned to her and kissed her gently. A feeling washed over her she’d never experienced before. It was a feeling of contentment and wonder. It was as if it were the most natural thing in the world for the man she’d seen earlier in the day to lean over and kiss her lips ever so gently. No one had ever kissed her gently before. It was a new and enlightening experience, and it seemed so real that when she awoke in the middle of the night, she had to look around to make sure she wasn’t outside in the moonlight. But she was alone, in her bed, in the dark. Yes, alone, in her bed, in the dark, just as she was every night these days. The reality of that hit home for the first time. She’d thought that was what she wanted after sharing a bed with so many different men during the dark time she was with Dane in the city. She thought she wanted to be forever alone. But now, after the dream, she wasn’t so sure that was what she wanted after all.

On Friday, she was more quiet than usual. She told her class to take some time to study and do their assignment with the promise of no homework for the weekend if they behaved. While they were doing that, she let her mind wander again since she couldn’t concentrate on any work. Did she really want to spend the rest of her life alone? Wouldn’t it be wonderful if she could find the one man who was her soul mate? Did he even exist or was he a figment of her imagination? Surely not all men were like Dane? Shaking her head, she chastised herself for even letting her thoughts go there. Never again, she had told herself. Never would she ever let a man drag her down the way Dane had. She had loved him in the beginning, or thought she had. But his kind of life was not what true love was supposed to be about. It worked for some couples, she knew that, but not for her. She had fallen for the wrong guy and now she was too afraid to try again. Her interest in the strange man was a fluke. She really could care less who he was. So he was good-looking. Looks weren’t everything. Dane had been hot and handsome too and he had known it. She really had no desire to get mixed up with another hot guy who thought he was God’s gift to women. By the time she went home to get ready for the game, all thoughts of the hot guy with the reddish-brown hair were banished from her mind. Or so she thought.

I hope that’s piqued your interest somewhat. Look for The Seduction Of E.J. on September 30 at Amazon, Barnes & Noble and the Blushing Books website.

 

 

Angels Sinners…Nine Indie Authors…An Anthology

 

 

You won’t want to miss this anthology….read on to find out what it’s all about.

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Hi and welcome back to Anna’s world. In two weeks, I’ll be in Houston participating in the Indie Mashup! Wow! I got together with eight other authors who are attending and we put together an anthology. Each of us contributed a short story to give the readers a chance to sample each of our writing style. It’s a way to introduce ourselves to new readers but also to help out some veterans in the process. All proceeds from the ebook sales will be given to the Houston VFW Post 8790, which is where the book show is being held. We’ll have paperbacks, signed by all nine authors, for sale at the show. See any of the nine of us to purchase your copy. We’ll be the ones with flags at our table. We named the book Angels Sinners because that’s the Mashup theme this year for the tour.

Here’s the blurb for Angel Sinners An Anthology:

Nine Indie authors come together to give you a taste of their various flavors. Angels Sinners will warm your heart and have you on the edge of your seat. Whether it’s an angel or a sinner there’s something for everyone.

Not To Be by Arden Aoide

The Best Laid Plans of Boys and Men by Anne Conley

Accepting the Moon Prequel by K.S. Haigwood

Deceived a Prequel by Brenda Kennedy

The Last Chance by Kimberly Kennedy

Shane’s Angel by Anna Kristell

Beyond the Myth Prequel by Stacy A. Moran

Act As if by Alisa Mullen

Blood Gold by Ashley Nemer

Ebook proceeds will be given to charity for veterans who have given selflessly to their country.

Let me tell you a little bit about my story, Shane’s Angel:

Angelica Raine is finally home. Sent away to Europe eight years ago by the father who was determined to turn his tomboy daughter into a lady, he had only succeeded in tearing her away from the two things that mattered most to his beautiful daughter. Rainbo Ranch was her home and she wanted nothing more than to run the family ranch with Shane Masters, the boy she left behind, by her side. Angel has come home, but with so many working against them, can she and Shane make their dreams come true or are they forever destined to be apart?

How about a little teaser from Shane’s Angel?

 

Chapter One

Shane Masters sat tall in the saddle of his chestnut colored purebred Arabian steed. His gaze roamed the vast spread of the prominent Rainbo Ranch and came to rest on the black Lexus that had just pulled up outside the main house. He watched with interest as the driver opened the back door and a stunning blonde emerged from inside the luxury vehicle owned by Shane’s employer, Bo Raine. So that’s Angel, he thought to himself as the corners of his lips turned upward slightly. Time’s been good to her.

Thinking back over the years, he remembered Angelica Raine as a cute, pig-tailed tomboy who loved the ranch and the horses as much as he had. Growing up on the ranch where his father, Neil Masters, had served as Bo’s foreman for many years, Shane and Angel, as he had nicknamed her as a child, had gotten into many scrapes over the years but their mutual love of the horses and Rainbo ranch had formed a bond neither had ever imagined could be broken.

Bo Raine had other ideas for his only daughter and heiress to the horse ranch he and his wife, Emma, had owned and operated since the early days of their marriage. No daughter of his was going to marry one of the ranch hands and be stuck in McKinney, Texas for the rest of her days. Oh no, Angelica was destined for greatness and on her sixteenth birthday he had gifted her with a trip abroad and an enrollment in a very prestigious private school in London. Kicking and screaming all the way to the airport, tomboy Angel had argued with her father and finally resorted to begging him to allow her to remain on the ranch and continue attending the local public high school. It was to no avail. Bo’s mind was made up. Even Emma, who had her handsome husband wrapped around her little finger, couldn’t persuade him to let their baby girl remain in Texas.

The day Angel left the ranch was the day Shane decided that in order to win Bo’s approval, he would have to step up his game and make something of himself. And so he had worked hard, played baseball and eventually was rewarded with a scholarship to North Central Texas College, where he played ball and studied Equine Science. It was his dream to one day take over his dad’s job as foreman of the Rainbo Ranch, at least until he was able to start his own ranch. He would show Bo Raine that he was good enough for his precious Angel.

Now eight years later, Angel was twenty-four, having finished the last two years of high school and another four years of college abroad. The past year she’d stayed in London to obtain her Master’s Degree in Business Administration. Her dream was to run the ranch. Her dad’s dream was for her to head a large corporation in the city.

Snapping himself back to reality, Shane saw a gorgeous, tall young woman with long, blonde hair cascading in waves halfway down her back. Gone were the pig-tails and the cutoff denim shorts. The Angelica he saw today was sophisticated, grown up and every inch a woman. She was wearing a pink suit with a pencil skirt and matching jacket. An ivory shell and ivory heels completed the picture. As she looked around the ranch where she’d grown up, her eyes locked with Shane’s for just a second. The moment passed as one of the other ranch hands approached her.

Shane seethed silently as he watched Bric Brimlow tip his hat and smile at Angel. The young man proceeded to take her luggage from the vast trunk of the Lexus and carry it to the house with Angel trailing behind. She didn’t look back at Shane. As she disappeared into the house, Shane turned his horse around and headed to the barn to check on the other horses. He needed some time alone. He’d seen what he rode up to the house to see. He’d seen his Angel, no longer a child, now a woman and a classy one at that. Had she changed otherwise? Or was she still his sweet friend from childhood? The only girl who’d ever held his heart in her hands just by smiling at him over a popsicle on a hot Texas summer day.

He approached the barn and swung his leg over the horse’s back, easily touching the ground. Tying Charmaine to the post outside the barn, he walked quickly into the large building and began talking to the stock of purebred horses owned by the Raines family. Quarter horses and Arabians, each one pampered and trained to perfection. The Rainbo ranch had a reputation for producing some of the best race horses and sires around the state.

“Here you go, Sugar,” he said softly as he began to brush the coat of one of the quarter horses.

“That daughter sure is a looker, ain’t she?” a voice boomed behind him.

“I assume you’re referring to Angel?” he asked as he turned and looked at Bric.

“Angel? I believe she told me she goes by Angelica,” the other man replied.

“Angelica and I go way back. Her childhood nickname was always Angel. I guess she’ll always be Angel to me,” Shane answered as he put the brush away, patted Sugar and stepped away from the stall.

His bright blue eyes met Bric’s green ones with an icy stare.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, man. I did the gentlemanly thing and carried her bags to the house for her.”

“My ‘knickers’ are not in a twist. We’d best get to work before the supper bell rings. There are horses to be brushed. I’ll take this side of the barn and you take that one.”

“Okay, okay. I don’t know who put you in charge but I’m not going to argue because I want to get done as bad as you do. I have a hot date with a little filly in town tonight.”

“As usual, who is it tonight?” Shane asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“That pretty little Lani Powers. You know her, red hair, petite little thing with the big boobs. She works at the hardware store in town.”

“I’ve seen her around.”

An hour and a half later, the work was finished and one of the other hands arrived with food for the horses. Shane told Bric to have a good evening and went home to clean up.

He lived with his parents, Neil and Christina, in a house on the back side of the ranch. It was smaller than the main house but was charming in its own right. It was one of the perks that came with being foreman. Bo Raine took care of his employees, unless they crossed him. He was not a man you wanted to be on the bad side of.

“Mmmm what smells so good, Mama?” Shane asked as he opened the kitchen door after leaving his boots outside on the porch.

“Fried chicken, your favorite,” his mother replied as she smiled at her only son. “Your sister is coming over for supper tonight. Willie has to work late so she is visiting us.”

“Married for a year and still likes to come home for Mama’s cooking,” Neil said as he leaned over and kissed his wife of thirty years.

“Terri would do anything to get out of cooking,” Shane said with a chuckle as he headed up the stairs to take a shower.

“Teresa is a good cook,” his mother said. She didn’t like the nickname Terri for her daughter even though Shane used it often.

“Did I see the car bringing Angel home earlier?” Neil asked when Shane returned to the kitchen a short time later.

“Yes, she’s back from London, finally. She looks completely different than I remember her.”

“She’s likely to be a completely different person now, son,” Christina reminded him gently.

“I realize that. I haven’t had a chance to talk with her yet. Brimlow made it a point to be the one who carried her bags to the house for her.”

“Bric likes the girls, we all know that. I don’t think it would be smart for any of the ranch hands to make a play for the boss’s daughter. He’s made it well known he has his sights set on something else for his darling baby,” Neil added.

“You know, Dad, there always was a special bond between Angel and me.”

“That was a long time ago and a lot has changed. If you want to step into my shoes when I retire next year, you’d better keep your nose clean. And that means staying away from Angelica Raine.”

“Now, Neil, the kids were friends for a long time. I don’t see the harm in the two of them renewing that friendship,” Christina interjected in Shane’s defense.

“I’m just saying, I’ve know Bo Raine a long time. Angel is his only child and he wants big things for her. I don’t think he relishes the idea of her marrying one of his ranch hands and staying on the ranch to raise babies and horses after he paid for that fancy schooling in England all these years.”

“Who said anything about gettin’ married? I just don’t see the harm in Angel and Shane being friends. Besides, ultimately it’s up to Angel what she does with her future.”

“Believe what you want to, but Bo won’t like it.”

“Emma has told me on numerous occasions that she’d like nothing more than to see her daughter settle down with a hard-working man like Bo and stay close to home.”

“Chrissy, I’m not going to argue with you about this. What Emma wants and what Bo wants may be two different things and that’s for them to work out.”

“Which puts poor Angel in the middle,” Christina replied as she began mashing potatoes.

“Hey, family, I’m home,” a voice rang out as Terri entered the kitchen.

“Just in time, Sis,” Shane said as he took the cake she’d brought and set it on the counter.

“Am I missing something?”

“Angel got back today. We’re discussing what she may be going to do with the rest of her life,” Shane explained as his sister sat down at the table.

“Ah, Angel, the object of your affection all these years, dear little brother,” Terri began. “How’s she looking after all these years across the pond?”

“She isn’t a tomboy anymore,” Shane offered with a chuckle.

“I’ll bet not. I can’t wait to visit with her. I’ve missed her.”

“So have I, Sis, so have I,” Shane mumbled under his breath as their mother set the food on the table.

“Enough talk about the Raines family. This is our family time. Terri, would you say grace for us tonight?” Neil said as he looked over at his daughter.

“Sure, Daddy,” Terri said as she bowed her head to pray.

After the supper dishes were done, Shane played cards with his family until Terri announced it was time to go home to her husband.

Alone in his bed later, he allowed his thoughts to return to his Angel. She was his. She always had been. And he would be damned if he would let either his dad or hers do anything to jeopardize that fact.

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Spotlight on Author Ryan O’Leary

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Ever wonder how Travis and J got together? Ryan’s new book just released and it will answer that question for you! Here are the links  and blurbs for J’s Closet and for his new release, Happy To Be Stuck With You!

http://www.amazon.com/Js-Closet-Ryan-OLeary-ebook/dp/B00HRJ9Q1Q/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1389671505&sr=1-5&keywords=ryan+o%27leary

Blurb for J’s Closet

J’s Closet: Volume 1 includes 7 short stories about Travis and his wife J thus far. No head games, just fun games. Come along with J and her swoon-worthy husband Travis, as this sexy married couple explores the contents of J’s extensive wardrobe. Whether they’re in Travis’ Charger, on a beach in Mexico or at a hot yoga class, J’s got the right outfit to make Travis sit up and beg. *Content Warning: intended for mature audiences 18+

NEW RELEASE– Happy To Be Stuck With You
http://www.amazon.com/Happy-Stuck-You-Ryan-OLeary-ebook/dp/B00HUB492M/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1389672417&sr=1-1&keywords=Stuck+with+you+Ryan+O%27+Leary

Love at first sight? Travis Ross didn’t believe in it until he laid his eyes on a mysterious brunette across the room at a party. From the very first word out of her mouth, Travis is smitten by this feisty little girl with the one letter name. Just back from Mexico, Travis’ mystery girl is full of surprises, some exquisite and some not so nice, but no matter what fate throws at them, Travis is determined to keep them together, determined to win her heart and make sure she’s happy to be stuck with him forever. Find out what happened before J got her closet. **Content Warning: Contains explicit contents intended for 18+ audience

BIO

Rarely will you find Ryan O’Leary in a state of rest; if he’s not on the ice or kicking around a soccer ball, he’s plotting his next story or out on the town with friends. His fun and flirty nature makes it possible for him to write the kind of romance that makes the reader both smile and tingle. 

Follow Ryan on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/writerryanoleary
Website: http://teamoleary.com
Twitter: @team_oleary
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Anna’s Crazy Month

AnnasigningWow! October, 2013 was a whirlwind month! From three book releases in three weeks to a high school class reunion, son’s wedding two states away, Indie Mashup 2013 in Springdale, AR…then coming home to the death of a childhood friend…the month passed by in a blur of excitement, craziness, and sadness.

Let’s start with the three book releases. Rebel Ink Press released my first novella, If You Love Me…

LazyDay Publishing released Book Six of the Fab Five Series, The Road To Forever and on October 9th, the spicier side of Anna made her debut when LazyDay released Isabella Kole’s Accepting His Terms!

IfYouLoveMe_Cover Next on the agenda was my high school class reunion…now I’m not about to tell you how many years it’s been since graduation, but we had a great time visiting with old friends.

Ah…the wedding was the following weekend…a true love story…my son and the girl of his dreams said their vows in an outdoor ceremony along the Mississippi river. And even though the characters in The Road To Forever are named for them (Dusty and Cortney) it’s not their story. I’m not sure that Anna or Isabella could write a love story as sweet and hot as the real wedding couple’s story.

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The following weekend, I traveled to Springdale, AR with my husband and my two assistants and good friends, Anne and Lee. Anne lives in TN and Lee lives in FL, so we all met at Anne’s and drove from there to AR. A road trip!!!! We met so many new friends there and had a blast! From the signing to the dinner, male model contest, and after party, it was a weekend to remember.

We returned home to the sad news that a classmate and childhood friend had passed away. We had seen him at the reunion and are thankful we were able to IndieMashupFunTimesspend some time with him that evening. RIP Mark.

I’ve included pics from the Mashup and the wedding, along with the three books that were recently released…enjoy!

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A Visit With The Beautiful Ginger Ring

perf5.000x8.000.inddI am so pleased to have Ginger Ring visiting me today in Anna’s World! Ginger and I became fast friends…she is another one of the fabulous people I met through Ryan O’Leary. I have followed her career along the way because she was just in the process of writing her first romance when we met. I can’t tell you how proud I am of her. The day she received her first publishing contract was a happy day not only for her, but for all of us who know and love her. I’ve asked her some questions about her writing and about her book so get comfy and let’s see what she had to say…

What inspired you to choose your genre (genres)?

I like to write what I want to read. I enjoy contemporary and historical books the best but I would like to try my hand at just about anything. I have a lot of stories lined up to write including a time travel, a small town series, a historical. You name it, I want to write it.

And I’m sure we’ll love all of them. You are such a woman after my own heart. We all have issues with balancing our time between writing, editing, promoting, along with other obligations and personal time. What works best for you?

I am still struggling with that one. I am married and work full time so I really have to limit myself on what I can do so that I don’t bite off more than I can chew. I have so many thoughts in my head and things I want to write but I really just don’t have the time. I just try and do what I can when I can.

We could be twins…this is my problem too. Tell us about your characters. What type of hero do you normally choose? What type of heroine?

I like complex characters in a simple plot or simple characters in a very complex plot. The characters in my current book Getting Down to Business are pretty straight forward. They know what they want and work to get it. My WIP Best of both Words is the opposite. I have two characters that are forced to work together. Although attracted to each other, they are both still dealing with tragic loses as the result of losing the ones they loved and struggle with wanting or avoiding being in a relationship again.

 Who are some of your favorite authors? Did they inspire you to write?

I love LaVyrle Spencer. She is a storyteller and that is something that I inspire to be. There are so many authors that I like to read today that it would take too long to list them.

What has been the most difficult aspect of your writing career?

I am quite shy so I have a problem with being in the spotlight. I prefer to be in the background. I write so I don’t have to speak. lol

 You are shy? I would never have guessed that…Give us a little dirt about

yourself. What’s your favorite guilty indulgence?

Books, chocolate, and finding ghost or old gangster haunts.

 We all know you write a blog featuring Cougar Worthy Men…who is your

favorite?

My friend, Ryan O’Leary is my favorite. He is great about giving me advice about my writing and isn’t afraid to give suggestions or tell me to do something over so that it can be better. I really enjoy reading his work as I can see things though a male perspective, which I love.

 Yes, we share a common love of that one…Ryan is a sweetheart and I’ve often told people that it is through my early Facebook connection to him that I met a lot of the wonderful people I know today. Now, the part we’ve all been waiting for…tell us about your newest book.

My first book to be published is an erotica romance called Getting Down to Business. It’s about a woman and a man that have been so busy working on their careers that they forgot about having a love life. I don’t want to give away too much of the plot but I used a little word play with the title as they get down to business in more ways than one. It is available on Amazon right now and you can find it here.

http://www.amazon.com/Getting-Down-To-Business-ebook/dp/B00FMFSJLK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1381089791&sr=8-1&keywords=getting+down+to+business+by+ginger+ring

 Here’s the blurb for Getting Down To Business:

Tired of living life out of a suitcase, traveling auto parts sales representative Jessie Knutson jumps at the chance for a position close to home. When a flat tire keeps her from an interview appointment and the hot tow truck driver awakens her inner cougar, she realizes too much time away has done a number on her libido. Now the only position she wants involves being naked and pressed tightly against a hot, younger man whose eyes say she’s more than a roadside pickup.

 BJ Spencer has no time for love with an auto parts store to run, though he yearns to find the right woman someday. So when the smoking hot redhead he rescues alongside the road gives him a sexy smile, he remembers sometimes a man needs to enjoy the finer things in life. Long legs encased in thigh-highs are definitely fine, but Jessie seems to be total perfection in a tempting package. BJ just might be able to make both business and pleasure work for him this time.

And now…drumroll please…here’s the Excerpt:

 “I hope you like the blues, ma’am. We don’t get too many channels back here.”

Jessica nodded her approval. The sultry vibrations of Southern blues serenaded her. It didn’t take long for BJ to unload her car, pump up the jack, and start working on her tire. Watching the hunky mechanic work, listening to calming music, and feeling the wild rush of pre-storm air was exciting and nostalgic at the same time. She had grown up in a garage like this and instantly felt at home. The place was organized, quaint, and had the distinct smell of rubber and oil. A dark patina of grime coated the walls and worktables. A girly calendar and a time card machine graced the wall above the radio. Even the zip zip sound of the impact wrench was music to her ears.

Somewhere along the way—she really didn’t care when—BJ had shed his shirt. His arm muscles bulged as he pulled off the tire. His sculpted chest glistened, broad shoulders flexed, muscles tightening. Her breasts ached to be pressed naked up against his chest, her body wanted to be held tight in those strong arms. She loved a man with chest hair. Springy black coils enhanced his pecs before tapering to a neat treasure trail heading south. She clasped her hands together, but they still involuntarily wiggled on their own, itching to run their way through the thick, dark curls.

Jessie had time to think while watching him work. Her mind reeled with plans to seduce him, but she was starting to think that was what he wanted her to do. Maybe she would wait and enjoy the show a little longer. He didn’t seem to be in that big a hurry to get the job done.

He checked air pressure in the other three tires for possible leaks as well. BJ stretched and flexed his muscles several times—not that she was counting or anything. Her concentration broke only a couple times to listen to the severe weather warnings beeping on the radio.

BJ strutted by her again and returned from the office carrying a big towel. He headed to an outside water pump. Pulling the pump handle up, he splashed water from the hose over his glistening upper body and head. He shook his head sending a spray of droplets in every direction. Jessie smiled as she enjoyed the show. Boldly he glanced her way every so often and flexed a muscle or two. Yes, he was definitely hoping for some kind of response. She’d let him beg a little more. The click of the water handle hitting the pump ended his shower. Drying off with the towel, he headed back toward her chair.

His eyes locked on hers, a suggestive smile on his face. “Anything else I can interest you in today, ma’am, since we’re already here in the garage? Need any spark plugs, a battery check…” He grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Lube job?” The Southern drawl rumbled slow and exaggerated.

Jessica almost laughed out loud. If she was anymore “lubed up,” she would slide right off the chair. 

 Want to know a little more about Ginger?

Ginger Ring is an eclectic, hat-loving Midwestern girl with a weakness for cheese, dark chocolate, and the Green Bay Packers.  She loves reading, playing with her cats, watching great movies, and has a quirky sense of humor. Publishing a book has been a lifelong dream of hers and she is excited to share her romantic stories with you. Her heroines are classy, sassy and in search of love and adventure. When Ginger isn’t tracking down old gangster haunts or stopping at historical landmarks, you can find her on the backwaters of the Mississippi River fishing with her husband.

  And here is where you can find this beautiful lady…

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Webpage and blog:

http://gingerring.com/

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