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Can love transcend time?

Please welcome Lyndi’s Adventurous Friend NANCY LOYAN!!

Every novel begins with an idea. My time travel, “Wishes and Tears” began with a find at an antiquarian bookstore. I secured a Memorial Volume, “San Francisco’s Horror of Earthquake, Fire and Famine,” penned in 1906, the same year as the catastrophic event. This first-hand account of this historic event, written in the dramatic fashion popular during the time, awakened my imagination.

The San Francisco earthquake and fire has so many nuances. One of the country’s largest and most beautiful cities was awakened to a major trembler at dawn, on April 18, when most people were just arising to start their day. Architecture collapsed. “Hundreds of millions of dollars of property was destroyed.” Soon, natural gas lines ruptured, and fire enveloped large swaths of the city. The once grand city was left in ashes. Those who survived, the walking wounded, gathered in city parks for refuge during the aftershocks. Famine and disease followed.

I pondered, “What if?” The novel was born.

Instead of writing an historical novel, I wondered how it would feel if a modern-day woman traveled back in time, right before the tragedy. Since I began writing the novel in 2006, it’s the period when the novel begins, which works favorably with the plot.

Faith Donahue is at a crossroads in her life. An accident tempts fate and lands her 100 years in the past. She awakens to a world she has only read about in history books. Being a teacher, she finds it both educational and frightening. Knowing that on April 18, 1906, the city of San Francisco would be leveled and burned to the ground, puts her in an awkward position.

Dr. Ian Forrester, a widower, rescues a woman the likes of which he has never met. Her skimpy attire, jewelry, and style is not of his era. When she awakens, her language, manner, and sense of time is off.

Faith enters his life, and turns it upside down.

Thanks to an understanding servant, Faith becomes the nanny to the doctor’s young son. She spars with the doctor’s spoiled fiancé.

A scientific man, Doctor Forrester questions Faith’s claim to be from the future, yet her gift of prophecy prevents personal tragedy. She is mysterious, as well as alluring.

Can love really transcend time?

I enjoyed writing this novel, one of my personal favorites. It brings together my love of history and romance. The characters resonate. I can envision actress Reese Witherspoon portraying Faith (hint, hint).

Unlock the barrier of time in a sweeping romance.

April 18, 2022 is the 116th anniversary of the Great San Francisco Earthquake and Fire. I will be running a 99-cent e-book promotion during that week.

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BIO: Purveyor of the written word, Nancy Loyan  has been writing, ever since she began composing picture books for fellow students in elementary school. During the past twenty-five years, she has pursued writing professionally. She has covered the gambit, from penning history books on Cleveland, Ohio, to writing for local, regional and national publications, specializing in construction, architecture, design, profiles, histories, science and Middle Eastern dance.

A graduate of John Carroll University, Nancy holds a BSBA in marketing.  She also holds Associate degrees from Cuyahoga Community College in marketing and business management.

Nancy was commissioned to write and coordinate publication of a local history book,

On the Threshold of a New Century: The City of South Euclid, 1967-1999.  In 2008, Nancy was selected to research and write the narrative of an upscale coffee table book, Cleveland, Ohio: A Photographic Portrait, published by Twinlights Publishing out of MA.

Nancy loves to write fairy tales for adults, that unlock the barriers to love.

In Spring, 2011, her first novel, Paradise Found, multicultural women’s fiction set in the exotic Seychelles Islands, was published. After, she had five women’s fiction/romance novels published with Crimson Romance (now a division of Simon and Schuster): Lab Test, Wishes and Tears, The Right Combination, Hearts of Steel and Special Angel. She has since regained the rights and has republished several of these titles. Her first foray into self-publishing was her historical women’s fiction novel, Champagne for Breakfast. Her novels, A Kiss in the Rain and A Cloud Over the Sun areset at the esteemed Chautauqua Institution in New York State, where she has taught writing, and has spoken before its Literary Circle. In 2015, her novel was featured in the Chautauqua Bookstore, where she held a successful book signing in the famous Author’s Alcove.  She was interviewed for an article in The Chautauquan Daily newspaper and was a guest on WJTM-Jamestown, New York radio.

She has subsequently published a speculative science Fiction novel, Afterlife.

Nancy also instructs writing for the Cuyahoga County Public Library system and the Shaker Arts Council. She has had numerous speaking engagements and book signings. In 2017, she was interviewed on a local cable television show, Cable 9’s “Mind, Body, Spirit.”

When not writing, Nancy teaches Middle Eastern dance as “Nailah.” She has incorporated dance and writing into a contemporary, small-town series, Pharaoh’s Daughters (Dancing to a Different Drummer, Dancing in the Dark, Dancing on Air). She enjoys traveling the world, and shares her life with her husband and English Pointer.

Nancy is very active on social media. She has an author page (Nancy Loyan), a dance page (Nailah) on Facebook. She is also active on Goodreads, Twitter, LinkedIn, TikTok and Pinterest.

Nancy’s writing web site is www.NancyLoyan.com

Nancy’s dance web site is www.NailahDance.com

There be dragons here!

Please welcome Lyndi’s Adventurous Friend Daryl Devore!

The Last Dragon is my first medieval fantasy romance and my favourite book. I had such fun writing this story. I had no idea how to world-build, or what was expected to be in a medieval story. Romance I understood. I’d written and published several, but this was a new adventure.

I love research. I was that annoying kid in school who got excited when the teacher assigned an essay. I think I get my love of research from my mother who is a retired librarian.

I had to research the era, how they would speak, dress and so on. The language I did not want to be “ye olde English” as that would be too hard to understand. Instead, I adjusted the language so that the feel of olden times was there. Ye for you. Yer for your. Aye for yes. Nay for no.

I tried to watch what each character was saying – couldn’t have one meet another saying – whass up, bro?

Researching how they cursed was one of my favourite days. It quite often is based on body parts and potty habits.

Currently I am writing the sequel to The Last Dragon. I didn’t know there was going to be a sequel until it announced one day it was time to be written. I am nearing the end of that story. I can’t tell you the title yet as it hasn’t got one. And to my surprise, the third book has announced itself. Plus there have been hints of a fourth one – a short story.

So I guess I am writing a series. Stay tuned.

Excerpt –

Scene Set – Fearing dragons and an evil sorcerer, Prince Hawkyns is inside a Keep (manor house) checking to see if it is safe to enter. Derry is hiding in the forest waiting for his signal. A young lad they have befriended, Pariset, arrives. Gladur is the prince’s horse.

Pariset tilted his head towards the Keep. “What is this place?”

“Drakkar Keep. The home of Malum. A sorcerer. And Ayrradex.”

His face paled. “The dragon?”

“Aye.”

“There be three dragons on the far side. None are Ayrradex. I came from that direction and moved into these woods to circle around and miss them. They are large and hideous.” He slapped the ground. “If I had a sword, I’d kill them all.”

Derry raised a hand to silence Pariset. Frowning, she strained to hear the sound she had just caught the edge of. The rain was falling harder now, but she was sure she heard something. A deep snort. A dragon’s snort?

Gladur tensed. His nostrils flared. The other horses stepped near him.

“I think yer dragons are afoot.” Derry stood. “Calm the other horses.” She grasped Gladur’s bridle and stroked his neck. “Ssh. Hawkyns will not let ye be harmed.”

The ground trembled as if warning them of the approaching beast.

“Come. We must go deeper into the woods.” Derry led the way away from the edge near the open field, squeezing between tall oaks and leafy bushes. Another border abruptly appeared. It was not a deep forest, but a strip of trees. Not a good place for protection.

A brown dragon paced back and forth, stopping to sniff the air. It snorted and bellowed. Had he caught their scent? Was he telling the others? Derry pushed Gladur away from the tree edge.

They were trapped. They could not hide in the depth of the trees. They could not run to safety. Between the edge of the forest and the Keep was open land and what lay in the opposite direction was unknown and led away from Hawkyns.

A shadow passed overhead. The third dragon? Were they searching for them or guarding the Keep?

Blocked on both sides and another flying above, Derry knew there was fear in her eyes when she looked at Pariset.

He leaned close and kept his voice low. “I fear they hunt us. I may have been too brazen, and they caught my scent.”

Derry stilled the trembles threatening to weaken her knees. She needed to be strong.

Pariset tied the reins of the two horses to Gladur’s saddle. “I will distract them. Ye run into the Keep. If Hawkyns is there, he will protect ye. Take the horses with ye.”

“No!” Fear squeezed her chest, making it hard to breathe. “Ye cannot.”

With all the bravado of youth, he grinned. “I am young and fast.” He sprinted to the edge of the forest. “Oy! Dragon. Oy!” He jumped up and flapped his arms.

The dragon on the ground ambled around.

“Derry. Go now!” He bolted out of her sight.

She tightened her grip on the lead and raced through the trees towards the Keep’s entrance.

To her right, she could hear Pariset’s taunts. “Oy! Dragon. Oy!”

The fool could get himself killed. She prayed for his safety as she ran.

Before she stepped out of the protection of the trees, she checked to her right and left. No dragon. The Keep’s entrance was directly before her. She steeled herself to charge but paused. Pariset’s taunt of Oy changed to a howl of fear.

She glanced heavenward. Rain splashed onto her face. She wiped her face with her sleeve then peered up. Pariset was being tossed from one dragons’ wing to another. If he fell, he would be killed. His injuries would be too numerous for her to heal.

Her heart pounded in her chest. Did she stay to help him? How could she help him? She had no weapon. Hawkyns. Hawkyns had a sword. She had to get to him.

Her breath came in pants as she raced across the open space. Pariset’s cries spurned her to move faster. Gladur charged behind her. She had to get to Hawkyns. Save Pariset. He was just a lad. A brave and foolish lad. But he was nobly trying to protect her.

She stumbled. Dragon.

About the story:

What do dragons, knights and romance have in common? Grab a copy of multi-published author Daryl Devore’s medieval fantasy romance – The Last Dragon and discover the answer.

A sorcerer craving dominance merged with a dragon, the power overwhelmed him causing him to split into three dragons. Demora ruled thought but was lost in time. Yidithe offered protection, shining like the light of the sun. Ayrradex craved chaos, revelling in destroying souls.

Many knights died, attempting to slay the devil beast. One knight, Prince Hawkyns, did not fear death. He’d lost everything. Away on a mission when Ayrradex attacked his father’s kingdom, Penrythe, Hawkyns returned to find his noble father – feeble and defeated. His wise mother – crazed. His beautiful wife and unborn child – dead. Only a pile of ashes remained for him to bury. He knelt before his King and vowed to slay the devil-beast or be slain.

Derry was born with powers that terrified her parents. They delivered her to a nunnery to be raised in secret. Jathe, a wise sorceress, discovered the young girl and trained her to one day use the secret hidden in her soul.

Legends spoken around campfires hinted the sole way to destroy Ayrradex was when the hearts of a knight and a golden dragon became one. But after a vicious battle with Ayrradex, the golden dragon was thought to be dead.

Can Prince Hawkyns’s bravery and Derry’s powers end the reign of the devil-beast’s terror?

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Daryl Devoré is an author who spans heat levels from soft and sweet to spicy hot. Each of her characters is so captivating they leave her readers spellbound as they rush to reach the end of her stories.

Daryl lives and works from her home in the gorgeous wilds of Canada. When she’s not writing she spends her spare time gardening, enjoying the tasty homemade bread her hubby bakes, and attending yoga classes where she sometimes hangs from the rafters like a bat.

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A new feel-good romance from Margot!

PLEASE WELCOME LYNDI’S ADVENTUROUS FRIEND Margot Johnson!!

Let it Melt – a sweet contemporary romance and sequel to Let it Snowball

by Margot Johnson                                                                                                      

What’s a Sweetheart Tour without someone to love?

How on earth did Jill, a single divorcee, land on a romantic Valentine’s Sweetheart Tour for couples? Worse, she’s paired with Jack, her daughter’s brash father-in-law, and everyone thinks he’s her valentine. Stranded in a Canadian prairie blizzard, how soon can she kiss this awkward evening goodbye?

Long divorced, Jack would love to charm Jill with his toned body and dynamic personality, but his wisecracks and obsession with fitness get in the way—especially when he nabs a post at the same school where she teaches.

Even the most romantic month of the year can’t melt their differences and sweeten Jill’s feelings….or can it?

EXCERPT:

Jack burned his gaze into her eyes. “I like you, Jill. You’re honest and nice. A darn good teacher. And did I mention pretty?” He removed a mitt and ran a gentle finger under her cold chin.

Mesmerized by the starlight in his ocean eyes, she formed her mouth into a surprised O and relaxed it just in time to feel his lips brush hers in a delicious swirl of warm breath and cool breeze. Excitement and wonder squashed the air from her lungs and made her slightly dizzy. He liked her and valued her good qualities. Jack, of all people, thought she was pretty.

Author Bio ):

Margot Johnson writes feel-good stories of dreams, family, and romance.

She is the author of two sweet romance novels, LOVE TAKES FLIGHT and LOVE LEADS THE WAY, and two novellas, LET IT SNOWBALL and LET IT MELT. Her characters can’t possibly find their happy endings…or can they?

Before turning her focus to the fun writing life, Margot held leadership roles in human resources and communications. When not writing, she loves to connect with family and friends, volunteer with SK Writers Guild, and walk at least 10,000 steps a day (except when it’s minus 40!) Margot lives in the Canadian prairies with her amazing husband and adorable golden retriever.

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Meet Jennifer Wilck and her Scarred Hearts series!

Welcome to Lyndi’s Adventurous Friend Jennifer Wilck!

Thanks for being with us today. First, would you tell us a bit about yourself? What area of the country do you live in, do you have a family, or pets?

Sure! First of all, thanks so much for hosting me. I really appreciate it. I live in New Jersey with my husband and rescue dog, Midnight. We have two daughters—the oldest is in law school, the youngest is currently studying abroad in Jerusalem. I’m very excited because we’re going to visit her next week! I write full time, and in my spare time I like to hike, read, watch TV, and socialize with friends.

Are you a coffee fiend, or do you have another “addiction” you must have on your desk at all times?

I’m a coffee-in-the-morning and tea-in-the-evening person. I never write at my desk, but move around the house throughout the day, and I must have access to chocolate!

Is your education relevant to your writing, or have you branched off in something entirely different to create? How would you best describe your books?

Well, I was an English major in college, and I’ve always loved writing, so I guess you could say yes. However, I spent a good chunk of time as a technology public relations professional and then as a technology write and editor for some magazines, so romance writing is completely different! My favorite romance to write is contemporary—some with Jewish characters, some without—and I love the damaged hero/brilliant heroine tropes.

Tell us about your most recent publication/whichever book you’d like to talk about today?

My latest book, which released yesterday, is Unlock My Heart. It’s the second in my Scarred Hearts series, but each book is a standalone. The book features Ted Endicott, CEO and founder of a computer security firm, and Abby Marlow, his brand new computer programmer. He’s hard of hearing and goes to great lengths to prove that he’s no different than anyone else. He wants to be seen for more than his hearing loss and his money. She’s a computer whiz and pulled herself out of poverty to be financially independent. She doesn’t want to rely on a man for her success. Of course, they fall in love.  But then a security glitch in a client’s system indicates a hacker, and all signs point to Abby. You’ll have to read the book to find out what happens and whether or not their love survives.

What inspired you to write this story? What interesting thing did you learn or research to write it that you didn’t know before?

I wanted to write a series about really wealthy men who use their money for good. I think I was tired of all the negativity on the news and in the world, and wanted to do something different. Each of my books in this series focuses on one of four friends, and in each book, the four guys come together and invest in a cause that near and dear to them (and has something to do with the subject of the book). Although I have some technology background, it’s really old, so I contacted a friend of mine from high school who works for Intel and she helped me with the technology parts of the book.

What’s your favorite thing about the book featured here today? Any special memories you have in the creation of it?

My favorite thing about this book is Ted and his hearing loss. I’m actually hard of hearing, and I based his predicament on what I know—although I made his hearing significantly worse than mine. It was a little scary writing about it, because it’s not something I talk about to many people, but I was able to inject some of the funny things that happen when you mishear things.

What do you most like about writing? Least like? When did you first know you wanted to be an author?

I’ve always wanted to be an author, from the time I knew what a story was. I never actually thought it would happen, so it’s really cool to know I was able to pursue and accomplish a dream of mine. I love disappearing into the story, when the writing just flows. I’m proud of how I’ve pushed myself to accept a lot of the marketing things I’ve had to do—interviews, public speaking, etc.—that are out of my comfort zone, but essential for getting my books out there. And I think the part I dislike the most is the rejection, whether it’s from a bad review or an editor or agent who says, “thanks, but no thanks.”

Do you belong to any writing groups? Are there any writing websites you find particularly useful?

I belong to a New Jersey writing group (it used to be part of RWA but recently went out on its own), and they provide lots of resources that are helpful. I also belong to Contemporary Romance Writers. I don’t know about websites, but I’ve taken some marketing classes and plot structure classes recently that were really helpful—one about creating and sticking to my brand, and one about making sure to hit the beats in the story.

Is there any special music you like to listen to while writing? How does it inspire you?

No, I really like silence when I write. I can ignore background noise in my house, unless my husband starts talking to me, but music actually sticks in my head and makes it more difficult for me to think. However, I do like listening to music at other times and often it will inspire me to write with a certain emotion.

Do you belong to a critique group? What do you find most valuable about the experience?

My critique group is amazing. There are four of us and we meet monthly. We critique 20-25 pages of each other’s work at a time and my stories are so much better when they look at them. Each of us have different strengths and weaknesses, so we gel well together.

To encourage those still on the path, tell us a little about your path to publication. How many books have you published? How many books did you write before selling one? What do you think was the key to selling that first book?

I think I have ten or eleven books published so far. I started writing in 2006, and it took probably five or six years to get published. The key to publishing was persistence and constant learning and working on my craft.

What are you writing now? What’s next for you—will you be making personal appearances anywhere our readers can find you?

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’m working on a few things that I hope to query soon. One is a contemporary romance, and one is a woman’s fiction book. I’m also polishing book 3 in the Scarred Hearts series and hope to submit that to my editor soon. I have some appearances planned over the summer and next fall at large reader events that I’m looking forward to—one is TNTNYC.

Anything else you would like to add?

I love to talk to readers, so please follow me on social media and say hi. And of course, if you read any of my books, I’d be honored if you’d leave a review!

Bio:

Jennifer started telling herself stories as a little girl when she couldn’t fall asleep at night. Pretty soon, her head was filled with these stories and the characters that populated them. Even as an adult, she thinks about the characters and stories at night before she falls asleep or walking the dog. Eventually, she started writing them down. Her favorite stories to write are those with smart, sassy, independent heroines; handsome, strong and slightly vulnerable heroes; and her stories always end with happily ever after.

In the real world, she’s the mother of two amazing daughters and wife of one of the smartest men she knows. She believes humor is the only way to get through the day and does not believe in sharing her chocolate.

Jennifer Wilck is an award-winning contemporary romance author for readers who are passionate about love, laughter, and happily ever after. Known for writing both Jewish and non-Jewish romances, her books feature damaged heroes, sassy and independent heroines, witty banter and hot chemistry. Jennifer’s ability to transport the reader into the scene, create characters the reader will fall in love with, and evoke a roller coaster of emotions, will hook you from the first page. You can find her books at all major online retailers in a variety of formats.

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Abby Marlow, computer security expert, lands a job at the best IT security firm in the country. Her sole focus is financial independence so she never has to rely on others again, especially a man. But why does her boss make her wires short circuit?

Ted Endicott, CEO and founder of the IT security firm, is hard of hearing. Although an expert in his field, he’s still uncomfortable admitting his difficulty hearing to his clients or employees. So why is he willing to accept Abby’s help?

As Ted and Abby work together, barriers fall away, and soon the lines blur between colleagues and lovers. But a security glitch in a client’s system indicates one of his employees is the hacker, and all signs point to Abby. Can they get past the suspicion and find a future together? 

Tagline: Can love break through their firewalls?

Excerpt (700 words):

Ted grasped Abby as she started to topple. Pulling her tight against him, he skated them to the rail and leaned against it, giving her time to get her feet back under her. Greg was right; Ted shouldn’t hold her like this, but no one was around and with Abby everything felt right.

And he was enjoying her body against his. He stifled a groan. Soft breasts, delicate bones, strawberry-scented hair. He wanted her, more than he’d ever wanted another woman.

She’d bragged about his success to her mother? For a man who’d grown up with a dad who called him stupid, Abby’s brag was more of an aphrodisiac than any sexy model ever could be.

He hugged her to him on the pretense of making sure she remained upright and waited for her to pull away.

Her lips moved, and he studied them, unable to hear her with the background music, the whoosh of air as they glided, the voices of the skaters, and traffic noise. He thought she said “thanks,” and he nodded. When she started to speak again, he took his finger and placed it over her lips. They were velvety soft and pink, and he would have given anything to kiss them.

Instead, he shook his head. “I can’t hear you. And lip reading is exhausting.”

He expected the usual shame to creep in. Maybe because she was out of her element here on the ice and relied on him. She clutched his hand as he guided them slowly over the ice. Maybe it was because he saw no pity. In fact, desire flashed. She blinked, and it was gone. But he’d seen it.

He could spend their entire time together wondering what conversations he missed. He could worry about what she thought, or about whether or not the CEO of the company should skate this close to his employee.

Or he could skate.

He held her close again, and they circled the rink. The cold air reddened her cheeks and nose. His hands should have been cold without gloves, but they weren’t. Holding Abby, melding their bodies together, created a furnace between them. He was surprised the ice beneath their blades didn’t melt.

They circled the rink once, twice, three times, and on their fourth turn, snowflakes fell. The sky glowed from the reflection of the lights on the clouds, which were so low, it seemed as if the tops of the buildings supported them. Abby shivered. He drew her close again as he stopped at the railing.

“Cold?” he asked.


She shook her head no.


If she wasn’t cold…he leaned toward her, and her eyes darkened. Her lips parted, and his heart thumped in his chest. He wanted to kiss her more than he wanted to be able to hear the sound of his name on her lips.

She reached out and traced her finger across his cheekbone. When she pulled back, there was liquid from a melting snowflake on the tip, and a blaze of heat across his cheek.

“…never…snow…”

He caught the gist, and his shock at her comment broke the spell. “You’ve never seen snow?”

She shook her head. He wanted to ask her where she’d grown up, but this wasn’t the place because of the noise of the tourists. Besides, it was late, and if he weren’t careful, he’d do something he shouldn’t.

Like kiss her next to the golden statue in Rockefeller Center.

He steered them toward the exit, and they returned their skates. Moving away from the noise of the rink, Ted took a deep breath when he could hear again.

“You want to walk in the snow or cab it?” he asked.

The look of joy on her face was contagious as she held her hands out to collect snowflakes. He’d grown up in Ohio. Snow was nothing new to him, although he remembered how much he’d loved to play in it. He’d built huge forts in the snowdrifts, where sound was muted and light filtered through the flakes. The snowy walls offered a natural barrier and allowed him to dream of days when he’d be far away.

Like now.

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Where do story ideas come from?

To answer this question, please welcome Lyndi’s Adventurous Friend Terry Segan!!

Terry: That’s the most common question I’m asked when I tell people about my books. My favorite thing to do (besides writing, of course) is travel. It can be a day trip, a weekend away or longer, but I love to explore new places as well as re-visit old ones.

Much of my stories are inspired by locations I’ve visited, though I can’t always tell you where my characters come from. Some scurry out of the dark corners of my mind. Others present themselves in the form of people I know or strangers who have inspired me to adopt their quirks.

Where does the adventure part come in? The travel itself! Many of the trips I go on involve riding backseat on my husband’s motorcycle. While he navigates twisty roads, highways, and traffic, my mind is busy spinning up chapters or working out scenes for my current project. We can ride for hours without saying a word to each other. Our rides have taken us through the deserts of Nevada, along the beaches of the California coast, and through the forests and shorelines of the Pacific Northwest.

My current book, Precious Treasure, releasing March 9, takes place on Long Island, where I grew up. The towns are fictitious, but the landscape is spot on with real places I knew as a child or discovered as an adult. In other projects, I’ve incorporated experiences from trips with friends. No matter where I travel or whom I’m with, there is always a wealth of settings and characters that get melded into my next book.

Where to next?

Blurb:

Janie Holcomb prays for closure once the courts declare her missing husband dead. Instead, she’s sent spiraling down a dangerous path.

When her lawyer delivers a package held in trust, she finds a cryptic warning along with a Civil War journal promising buried treasure. While seeking a connection between her spouse and the decades-old diary, Janie attracts the spirit of a Confederate soldier pleading for help.

Enlisting her brother’s assistance to chase down clues, they discover that not everyone they know should be trusted. Janie overlooks potential threats when the promise of new love stirs her emotions. Will her digging uncover the answers she craves or doom her to a similar fate?

Sneak Peek from Precious Treasure:

Janie dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom. Turning on the tap to fill the sink, she bent over and splashed cold water on her face. The refreshing drops rolled down her forehead, cheeks and chin, pulling her out of her funk. Sightless, Janie reached for the hand towel hanging nearby and dried her face as she stood upright. Opening her eyes, she leaned in to examine the damage of the late night on her complexion. Her reflection looked back, as well as that of a young man standing behind her. Janie’s heart leapt to her throat as she whipped around and found no one there. Looking back in the mirror, she saw only herself.

This is too much, she thought. First nightmares and now hallucinations. Janie shook her head. With the assault of information thrown at her in the last twenty-four hours, her imagination cartwheeled out of control.

Knowing the visions were a result of the wine, newspaper articles and journal, didn’t calm the raised hackles on the back of her neck. The foreboding in Brian’s letter snaked its way up her spine threatening to encircle her throat and squeeze tight. His writing had a tone of uncertainty and fear—uncharacteristic of the man she had married.

Author:  Terry Segan

Precious Treasure:  A paranormal mystery with a touch of romance

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Terry Segan resides in Nevada. The beach is her happy place, but any opportunity to travel soothes her gypsy soul. The stories conjured by her imagination while riding backseat on her husband’s motorcycle can be found throughout the pages of her paranormal mysteries.

A Rose By Any Other Name

Please welcome to the blog Lyndi’s Adventurous Friend Alana Lorens!

Thanks for having me today, Lyndi. Adventure comes in many forms, as you say on your front page. Marisol, the heroine of my new novel, may not be scaling the Andes, but she has embarked on a dedicated course to support herself and her son Mark by monetizing and popularizing her blog for single mothers, called Mothering Without a Man. It’s 2005, and mommybloggers like Heather Armstrong are showing women the way to strut their stuff online. Marisol herself is too shy to use her own name, but she’s chosen a pseudonym and a sassy, chic avatar, Jerrika Jones, to head her blog.

When she gets an invitation to her 20th high school reunion, she has finally generated enough self-confidence that she decides to go, despite the reluctant feelings she has to deal with any of her history. She’d had a wonderful relationship with the star of the basketball team, Russell “Rusty” Asher. But he dumped her senior year for Tiffany Kearns, homecoming queen, cheerleader and daughter of the richest man in town. This really ruined the rest of her time at the school, and once she graduated, she couldn’t wait to get away.

Russell’s life, however, hasn’t gone as expected. He’s now divorced, and bitterly separated from his sons by Tiffany, whose money buys her better lawyers. He’s trying to stay positive and focused on his work, and he’s found a fathers’ support group to keep his spirits up. This group has heard about Jerrika Jones on the internet, and they are not at all happy with her.

So what happens when Marisol meets Russell again? Maybe things would go smoothly–except when she reveals that she is also Jerrika. Chaos ensues. 🙂

Book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8qEjPOBzds&t=3s

Buy Links

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EXCERPT:

Debbie grinned at Russell. “I was hoping you’d come. We’re just planning some events for the dance at the gym tomorrow night, the eighties splash, you know, and I remembered you and Tiffany doing the Pee Wee Big Shoe Dance.”

A flash of embarrassment ran through him as he remembered it, too. What a geek he’d been. “Oh, geeze, Debbie. Can’t you remember some of what I did on the basketball court instead?”

“We haven’t forgotten that,” Angela purred, her eyes hungry as she watched him. “Those thin jerseys didn’t cover much.”

Russell swallowed hard. “Well. I…ah…” Maybe not that much remembering. “What about that Pee-Wee thing again? What was that song?”

“ ‘Tequila,’ ” came a quiet voice from behind him. He turned slowly to see who spoke. Marisol Herrera. Marisol Herrera Slade now. He’d seen her name in one of the interim emails from the reunion committee. So she must have gotten married after she left school. At the moment, she sat alone, though.

 Marisol hadn’t changed much at all: a little older through the eyes, a little tired-looking, her smile faint as if it would fade away if the light didn’t stay focused on it. But she still carried herself well, her figure slim, and her sharp white tank and skirt showed it off. Older, and better, apparently. He’d always liked her. They’d had some real good times. She was smart, kinda pretty, and always pleasant.

She just wasn’t Tiffy.

Author Bio

Alana Lorens has been a published writer for more than forty years, after working as a pizza maker, a floral designer, a journalist and a family law attorney. Currently a resident of Asheville, North Carolina, the aging hippie loves her time in the smoky blue mountains. She writes romance and suspense as Alana Lorens, and sci-fi, fantasy and paranormal mystery as Lyndi Alexander. One of her novellas, THAT GIRL’S THE ONE I LOVE, is set in the city of Asheville during the old Bele Chere festival. She lives with her daughter on the autism spectrum, who is the youngest of her seven children, and she is ruled by three crotchety old cats, and six kittens of various ages.

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Twitter:  @AlexanderLyndi

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Stories I love to hate to read

Please welcome Lyndi’s Adventurous Friend Robecca Austin!

Every time I pick a new book, I can’t wait to read it. My kindle isn’t filled with hundreds of books I haven’t cracked open. I’m lucky if they’re twenty among the hundreds of titles.

And I enjoy reading each one!

But I can’t help look for the moments between the pages that I love/hate to read. The moments that make me want to send the book flying but also keeps me turning the pages.

Do you have those reactions?

I particularly enjoy a good, bad guy. The type that keeps evading capture until they don’t. The ones we learn about their back story as we read. The heart-wrenching villains that make me shed tears for their past. Yep, those villains.

At the end of the story, I’m not sure if I want them to escape or get caught. Drat!

I’m also a sucker for a good romance between characters. Yes, yes…that’s probably because I write romance. But I adore when the hero and heroine fight their crush. That push and pull of emotions are what keeps me coming back for more.

Let me tell you, I’m currently reading If She Says Yes by Tasha Harrison and it has got me on the edge of my bed or is that seat…

What do you love or hate about your favorite books, but keep reading anyway?

Blurb

Family comes first.

The sentiment has been drilled into Latricia’s mind since birth.

When she’s forced to choose between self-respect or her family, what would she sacrifice?

The first time she saw Heath McCreath, he was out for blood. Her brother’s blood.

At their second meeting, he vowed to make her pay for her brother’s crimes. 

As if his promise to destroy everything she loved isn’t bad enough, the threats come from the sexiest mouth she’s ever seen. 

He’s her blackmailer and she shouldn’t feel anything for him, so why does her body betray her?

Now she has to decide, him or her?

Sneak Peek from Courted:

Latricia sniffed the collar of the shirt she’d worn to bed these past nights, surprised that traces of Heath’s scent still lingered, and now mingled with hers. She should have accepted his offer to have Terrance take her shopping the day she’d been pampered, but she never envisioned sharing his bed. True, that first night, seeing him shirtless had made sleep restless, but tonight was different. Unwittingly, her affection for him was deepening. Marriage made their relationship more complicated.

Taking a steadying breath, she opened the bathroom door and stepped out, almost stumbling at the sight of him already in bed, the covers drawn around his torso. His fingers stilled over whatever message he’d been sending on his phone as he drank her in.

Flipping off the bathroom light, she pulled back the sheets before slipping into bed, settling the covers over her stomach. Never was she self-conscious about sleeping, but tonight, every part of her was attuned to every inch of him. How could she relax, much less sleep, with him encroaching on her space, rallying for her attention?

“Did you enjoy dinner?” He rolled onto his side, propping his head onto his elbow.

Grateful he’d broken the silence, she said, “Yes, the Pruesos are nice.”

“I wouldn’t know.” His gaze roamed over her face. “I spent the entire evening watching you eat—”

Her skin warmed at his admission.

The thumb from his free hand rolled down the center of her parted lips, from top to bottom. “—Wishing I was the cause of your delight. Not the morsel of food you’d slipped onto your tongue.”

What would he taste like when she swirled her tongue around his cock? Smooth… delicious? If his kiss was anything to go by, she suspected his flavor was an enticing concoction.

Author: Robecca Austin

Courted: An enemies to lovers billionaire romance

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/authorrobeccaaustin

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Amazon book link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B095Z53244

Author Website: https://www.robeccaaustin.com

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Bio

Robecca Austin is the author of happy ever after romance stories. She enjoys crafting tales of sassy heroines and alpha heroes that have a soft center.

She writes historical romance and billionaire romance stories.

You can find her outside enjoying nature and lots of sunshine when there are no bugs. When she’s not writing her next novel, she’s busy battling Cystic Fibrosis and hugging family. She lives and works in Canada.

More than a mystery

Please welcome Lyndi’s Adventurous Friend RANDY OVERBECK!!!

When is a mystery more than a mystery?

            When the narrative includes a puzzling whodunit, carefully layered suspense and adventure elements, and an enchanting thread of romance, all with a eerie sense of the paranormal. Not to mention a tale set in a breathtakingly beautiful seaside resort.

When the novel has something for everyone.

I loved everything about this book. As a ghost story combined with a mystery, a romance, a social injustice and stunning historical details, Crimson at Cape May has something for everyone.”—ReadersView

Readers and reviewers have enjoyed all these narrative elements of the second entry in my Haunted Shores Mysteries, CRIMSON AT CAPE MAY, and have responded with enthusiasm, rave reviews and anticipation for the next installment. (Not to mention making the first entry, BLOOD ON THE CHESAPEAKE  a #1 best seller on both Amazon and B & N.) Perhaps, that is why the novel have garnered dozens of 5-star reviews and earned the Gold Award (Literary Titan), the Silver Award for Mystery of the Year (ReadersView) and the Crowned Heart of Excellence (Ind’Tale Magazine).

“With both elements of mystery and suspense, readers across genres will find this second book about Darrell Henshaw intriguing…I highly recommend it.” ★★★★★—Literary Titan

Here are the basics of CRIMSON AT CAPE MAY.

What if you needed to escape a haunted past and a town furious with you for exposing its ugly secret? With no job and few options, Darrell Henshaw—teacher, coach and paranormal sensitive—heads for Cape May to accept an offer to coach a summer football camp. And the resort town, with gorgeous beaches, rich history and famous Victorian mansions, might be just the getaway he needs.

            Only, no one told him Cape May is home to even more horrors as the most haunted seaport on the East coast. The new town launches his gift of seeing ghosts into overdrive and one resident ghost, the Haunted Bride, stalks him, begging for help.

            Darrell can’t refuse.

Joining forces with Cassie, a street-wise teen and another sensitive, he investigates the bride’s death and discovers an even greater crime. Can Darrell and Cassie expose the killer before they meet the same fate? (Insert CRIMSOM cover)

It’s hardly surprising that mystery is one of the most popular of fiction genres. But a mystery that ratches up the suspense and adventure, weaves in a touch of the paranormal, laces in the promise of true love, and transports readers to a sun-drenched, white sand beach—then fiction lovers have a winning combination. At least, I hope so. And readers and reviewers seem to think so.

“The well-plotted storyline keeps a steady pace through two-thirds of the book and then gradually ups the ante, adds tension, grit, drops more pieces of the puzzle, then explodes.”—V. Williams, Rosepoint Publishing

Check it out for yourself and see what readers are talking about.

“Thrilling! Haunting! Convincing! Loved it as much, if not more, than BLOOD ON THE CHESAPEAKE!an Amazon Reader

“The mystery and suspense kept the pages turning.”—a Goodreads reader

“He’s a mystery master! This is one author on my auto-buy list.”—a Goodreads reader

A page turner from page one. Well done. Well done!”—an Amazon reader

The pace of this book is incredible. I’d describe it as a runaway train.”—an Amazon reader

CRIMSON AT CAPE MAY

EXCERPT

Why would this woman pursue him?

Now a safe distance away, he studied her. She was thin, with a small, drawn face of pasty skin, and he would’ve guessed her to be about his age, mid-twenties. But there was something about her, something that made him shiver. Did she have a black eye? Were those cuts on her cheek? Why hadn’t he noticed those before, when he passed her on the Promenade?

He sped up, the street crowded, congested with tourists. Normally, the jostling bodies would’ve given him the creeps, but today he was grateful for the numbers so he could blend in.

Not sure where he was headed—except away from his boardinghouse—he kept up a brisk pace. He hurried past the legendary Inn of Cape May, with its ornate, white period architecture and four stories of ancient rooms facing the beach. Any other time, he’d be thinking about taking Erin there. The place had an interesting old-time vibe. That is, if she still wanted anything to do with him. But he didn’t have time for that now. He kept moving.

As he turned back onto Beach Avenue again, the sight of the beautiful blue ocean across the road struck him and he stopped for a moment, then chanced a peek back around the corner. No sign of his stalker.

He reduced his pace, easing past a beach shop, and saw his reflection in the store front. That gave him an idea. Ahead, he spied a coffee shop with two long windows facing the street, the panes so sparkling clean he could see the image of the sun hanging over the ocean in the glass. As he walked along, he turned his head to catch his image and, when he was far enough along, he glanced sideways at the window. Trailing behind him, he could make out, reflected in the glass, only two people, a gray-haired couple. No one else. He took a few more steps, watching and slowing a little, and exhaled. He’d lost her.

He turned and studied the man and woman, who’d paused to examine the restaurant menu posted next to the door. A few feet beyond the couple stood the woman. Darrell’s gaze darted. The couple. The woman. The coffee shop window. Back to her. The petite young woman in the tattered white dress stood hunched not more than ten feet away. Darrell searched for her reflection in the glass. There was not even a shimmer.

Oh no. Not again.

The side of the young woman’s face was beaten and bloodied. Her exposed neck bore a long, ugly purple bruise. The torn dress now had blood seeping across her torso and down her right leg. He looked back. Still nothing in the window. The hairs on his neck stood up.

“What do you want?”

In unison, the pair turned, peered behind and then back at Darrell. The man said, “Son, there’s no one there.”

 Darrell kept staring and as he watched, the young woman walked through the older couple and stopped in front of him. This close up, her one deep blue eye—the one not blackened—seemed vacant and carried an emptiness that frightened Darrell. She again extended both pale hands, blood now covering them and dripping off her fingertips. Mesmerized, Darrell watched as fat crimson drops splattered red onto the gray sidewalk.

In her soft voice, she said again, “Please, help me. Help us.”

Darrell shook his head violently. “No. Hell, no. Not again.” Last time almost killed him.

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Heaven & Earth series continues!

Please welcome Lyndi’s Adventurous Friend Jeny Heckman!

Blurb:

Dee Walker can kick your ass. At least she thinks so and isn’t afraid to say it.

A no-nonsense spark plug, Dee keeps everyone around her hopping. When she meets fellow field hand, Arthur Taylor, her colorful world becomes even brighter when she makes him an offer he can’t turn down.

However, this story of a bright explosion of color in a monochromatic world isn’t what you might imagine, as Dee’s life doesn’t exactly turn out like she thinks it will.

This novella is the life story of Dee Taylor, the feisty and eccentric grandmother of Finn in the Heaven & Earth series. Her bright colorful muumuus and big floppy hat are her trademarks, and this story will tell you how it all began. She also has this little ability to see future developments. Oh, and commune with the greatest Greek family in history, but she just doesn’t know it… yet.

The long wait is over! DEE’S CORNUCOPIA, @jenyheckmanauthor fan requested novella from her Heaven & Earth series is ON SALE everywhere TODAY! To those who are familiar with her series, the wait is OVER! To those that are new to Jeny Heckman, she would love to introduce you to the story of this feisty grandma and her fantasy paranormal Heaven & Earth Series that started with the Sea Archer three years ago!

EXCERPT :

“My God, it’s hotter than a billy goat’s ass in a pepper patch out there,” Dee announced as she entered the office furnished with the rich fragrance of leather, old wood, coffee, and tobacco smoke.

Her boss, Bert Norton, sat hunched at his desk, puffing on his ancient pipe. His gaze snapped to hers, and he gave the merest hint of a smile before frowning at her crass expression. The two fellows, also occupying the room, stood a little straighter at her appearance, but gave each other surreptitious glares. They wore identical uniforms of scarred leather boots, dusty work trousers and damp cotton shirts, right down to the sweat-stained field-hand hats squeezed together in their enormous fists.

“Ah, sorry?” Dee phrased it almost like a question and raised her eyebrows at all the testosterone in the small space.

“Deidre, please, take a seat.” Bert gestured to one of the broad wing-back chairs occupying the area in front of his desk.

The two imposing men shifted their weight from foot to foot in apparent agitation. If I sit in that chair, I’ll look weak. Possessing a vagina created enough of a disadvantage chasm already.

“Thanks, Mr. Norton, I’ll stand. No sense in giving anyone the upper hand, right?” she quipped and slapped her hands on her hips, shifting her own weight from side to side. The corner of her boss’s lips twitched, but he sighed, and they both looked over at the two workers.

Dee’s Cornucopia

            Date Began: August 4, 2021

            Publisher: Celtic Butterfly Group LLC

            Cover Designer: Steve Novak

            Theme/Genre/Sub-Genre: Fairy Tale/Myths/Fantasy/Paranormal

Keywords: Paranormal Books; Strong Female Protagonist; Life Story Adventure; Greek Mythology

Page Count: 168

Word Count 45,150

Digital Price: $2.99

Print Price: $12.99

ISBN (Paperback): 9780996509602

ISBN (Digital): 9780996509633

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Love is the ultimate adventure

Please welcome Lyndi’s Adventurous Friend Kayelle Allen!!

Thank you for letting me hang out with your readers! I’m excited to have a re-release of Alitus, Tales of the Chosen. It’s book two in the series, and happily for readers, book one is permafree. Wulf is available on all retailers.

They say cheaters never win and winners never cheat. But when you’re addictive and no one must touch you, sometimes you have to break the rules.

Alitus – Tales of the Chosen

How is this ever going to work…

Ordered by the Empress to find out if the lover of a friend is having an affair, Alitus investigates. As Minister of Imperial Intelligence, Alitus has access to every camera and remote in the empire. Which is a problem, because Wulf’s affair is with Alitus.

As a Better, an enhanced human, Alitus can touch no one — his pheromones are addictive. Isolated and under scrutiny, he keeps his affair with Wulf secret, because Wulf belongs to another, a powerful man allied with the empress. When the man asks the empress to investigate, Wulf’s relationship with Alitus could be exposed. Complicating matters, the empress reveals her immortality, and requires Alitus to prove his loyalty. Her test throws him straight into Wulf’s arms, right in front of the empress and Wulf’s lover. Hiding what he and Wulf are to each other has taken discipline and denial.

Now, it will take a miracle…

Universal Buy Link https://books2read.com/alitus-chosen

Excerpt – Alitus

Wulf let himself into the apartment and double-locked the door. Although his tenant had brought in her own furniture, the layout remained the same, and he could find his way around blindfolded. He pulled off shoes and set them aside to protect the new carpet. He’d had it installed last week, which was the least he could do, considering he’d been the one who’d ruined it. Who knew body paint could do so much damage?

It was kind of her to let him use it when she was out of town. Where else could he go?

Emptying his pockets onto an antique table in the foyer, Wulf shrugged out of his jacket and headed for the bedroom. When he opened the door, the heady scent of peaches wafted to him. Candles lit the sumptuous bedroom, illuminating the warm, inviting colors. A woman’s room, soft, appealing, strong.

At the foot of the bed stood a serving cart draped with linen. A silver bucket of ice held an open bottle of his favorite black vodka, and to one side, a single martini glass with a white chocolate truffle inside. Bottle and glass in hand, Wulf followed a trail of petals from the ornate iron bed to the open bathroom door.

There, in a tub of bubbles, lounged his blond and beautiful lover. With a faint blush, Alitus rested his head against the tub. The bathwater’s steam rose around him.

The sight made Wulf’s breath catch. Damp and curling, tendrils of Alitus’s pale hair clung to his jaw and throat. He looked innocent, but the ocean-blue gaze was far from it.

Wulf fought the carnality threatening to overwhelm him. He almost broke the fragile glass stem. “It was so hard tonight, seeing you at the palace and having to pretend you weren’t the most important person in the room.”

“Same here.” Alitus gave him a lazy smile, and trailed a wet fingertip along the edge of the tub. “When you defended me, and then looked my way, I feared every person in the room would know we were lovers.”

Wulf – Tales of the Chosen

Luc protected Wulf from harm, but endangered his own son. Now, it’s beyond protection. It’s personal…

This book is permafree on all retailers. Grab Wulf and begin your journey…

Universal Link https://books2read.com/wulf-chosen

Alitus, Tales of the Chosen

Erotic Gay Science Fiction Romance

Alitus is addictive. He can touch no one. But how long can he deny his heart?

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Releasing Aug 20, 2021

Jawk, Tales of the Chosen

Erotic Gay Science Fiction Romance

Easy mission. All he has to do is seduce the most powerful and feared man in the Empire. And then betray him…

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Ready for a binge read? Pick up Wulf for free, then get Alitus and pre-order Jawk. Your weekend just got hotter!

About Kayelle Allen

Meet Kayelle Allen, writer of immortal gamers and warriors who purr. She is the author of multiple books, novellas, and short stories. She’s also a US Navy veteran and has been married so long she’s tenured.
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