Pioneer Instinct Released Today

PioneerInstinctCoverArtDesert Breeze Publishing has released the third book in the Time After Time series, Pioneer Instinct.

Eliza O’Malley and brother Allen travel from Ireland to join their father and brothers on an 1890s Wyoming homestead. Allen is almost destroyed during the voyage, but Eliza’s benefactors rescue them both from their father’s foolish carelessness and mounting debt.

When she has worked off her passage and built her own wealth, Eliza completes the journey, knowing that she has been called to fulfill her destiny as a Heartmark woman. She is immediately swept off her feet by the neighboring rancher Frank McGee. His sister Jude, her friend and business partner, harbors a secret that will nearly destroy the love between Eliza and Frank.

Clues from an ancient diary, the fierce intervention of animal helpers, and ancient artifacts play a part in the life of all Heartmark women, including Eliza. Will they be enough to overcome the horrible rumors spread by Jude and restore Frank’s love for her? And what about Mildreth’s story? How will she arrive in Cheyenne, Wyoming in 1890?

Excerpt:

“Hold it right there. Don’t come any closer.”

Mildreth froze at the sound of the woman’s no nonsense command.

“Okay, okay.” With great care Mildreth knelt, placed her sheathed sword on the ground at her feet, then, keeping her movements slow and non-threating she stood and turned and raised both hands in a gesture of meekness while she assessed the distance between her and this farm woman. She was about the same height and build as Mildreth herself, likely around the same age as well. She wore a long skirt, as modest in style as Mildreth’s although clearly not from the same era. A brimmed hat cast her eyes in shadow, yet her vision was clearly not impaired as she held the long gun steadily on Mildreth’s position. The confident stance, steady stare, and familiar way she handled her weapon warned Mildreth she was likely a really good shot. Mildreth would have to tread carefully.

 She forced her lips to curve into a timid smile and added a bit of a catch in her voice. “I’m sorry if I scared you.” Mildreth hunched her shoulders, strove to look vulnerable. “I’m lost and when I saw the smoke from your stove I–I hoped someone could help me figure out where I am. I’ve walked for ages and yours is the first cabin I’ve come across.”

The woman’s weapon did not waver. She pushed the rim of her hat up with an index finger and stared openly at the blood stains on Mildreth’s garments. “What happened to you?” Her eyes tracked to the sword at Mildreth’s feet then narrowed. “Whose blood is on your dress?”

She was more than a little surprised her slight injuries from Winter Parker and Mike Hunter’s animal helpers had remained through this last trip through Time. Mildreth pulled back the collar of her shirt and winced when the material of her blouse pulled at the rough, red scratches that marred her skin, left there by a cockatiel turned attack bird. She chanced a glance at the woman, hoping for sympathy.

Narrowed eyes and an impatient shake of her head was her only response.

Hmm, tough audience.

Mildreth mustered up a few crocodile tears, and let them slip down her cheeks. “I’m not sure where I was going or how I ended up out in the middle of nowhere.” She sniffed and pressed a trembling hand to her chest. “I don’t remember. I’ve been wandering around in the hot sun and I can’t think straight. If I could have a drink, maybe sit in the shade a bit, I am sure it would come back to me.”

Mildreth took a step closer, then another. The farmer woman didn’t soften and Mildreth wondered if she would have to change her tactics here. Clearly this woman’s heart was as hard as Mildreth’s own.

She studied her through tear-filmed eyes. She might have to make a grab for the rifle.

Then the farmer stepped back, making sure to keep the same distance between them.

To Mildreth’s relief, she nodded to a spot just past the barn. “There’s a well over there. Bucket’s on the rope, dipper on the side of the well wall. Help yourself.” She lowered the gun a little.

Mildreth smiled her thanks and made to reach for her sword.

“No you don’t.” The gun returned to its position pointed at Mildreth’s chest and the woman shook her head. “I’ll mind that for you while you’re here.”

Despite the suffocating heat of the late afternoon, goose bumps broke out over her skin. Sucking in a steadying breath, Mildreth nodded her acceptance, turned her back to the woman and her gun, and made her way to the well.

Although the woman’s steps were silent, the hair on the back of Mildreth’s neck raised and she knew the woman had followed her, that piercing gaze pinned on her. Mildreth deftly unwound the rope that held the bucket in place and dropped it down the well, controlling its passage. It was several seconds before it reached water. This was a deep well that would have taken considerable effort to dig by hand. She cranked the full bucket up to the edge of the well and set it there, then used the ladle for a deep, long drink, and then another. After she replaced the ladle she scooped up some water and splashed her face, then scrubbed at the grime there.

Her throat clogged with unexpected emotion from doing the familiar task.

Nay, she was not in her own land or Time, had long left ancient Scotland behind, but the routine was the same and a surge of homesickness almost sent Mildreth to her knees.

“If you want a bath the tub is there behind the well. There’s no one around and I’ve got a cow to milk, so you’ll have your privacy.”

Mildreth turned at the sound of the woman’s voice. “I appreciate it.”

She nodded once then turned to walk away. She did not have Mildreth’s sword and she wondered what she had done with her precious companion.

Mildreth was in need of shelter, food, and information, so refrained from asking about it.

She’d best get busy and gain this woman’s trust. She blurted, “My name is Millie.”

The woman paused, and turned back to Mildreth, her expression unreadable. Mildreth shaded her eyes with one hand, blocking the sun’s glare from behind the woman’s shoulder.

Some of the tension left the woman’s stance and the gun resting in the crook of her arm angled at the ground rather than pointing at her. Mildreth pushed her small advantage. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything to wear except this soiled dress. I would offer to buy a set of clothes, but it seems I’m without coin as well.”

Silence met her words and Mildreth’s heart thumped twice against her breast. Had she gone too far and scared her benefactor?

Unexpected empathy filled the woman’s eyes and softened her features. Then, in an almost timid voice, very different from the one that had threatened Mildreth when she approached, she said, “My name is Julia but I’m called Jude. I think we are close to the same size, although you’re taller. Maybe I can add some fabric to a skirt to make it fit.”

Mildreth did her best to hide her shock at the transformation of her host’s attitude.

Not heartless then. Okay, better. Mildreth would do fine here, for now. “Thank you, Jude. That is kind of you.” Mildreth poured the first bucket into the tub, then lowered it for another.

Jude nibbled on her bottom lip and cast an apologetic look at Mildreth. “It will take some time, though.” Her cheeks turned pink. “If you don’t mind trousers, I can bring you some of my father’s to get you by until we can sew something.” Her cheeks reddened further. “Sometimes, well, a lot of the time, I wear trousers to do the chores. It’s a lot easier than trying to run a farm in skirts.”

She snapped her lips shut, clearly embarrassed to have admitted to wearing men’s garments.

The complex woman was beginning to endear herself to Millie. Millie — why on earth had she fallen back on that old pet name? Only Colin had called her Millie. Now, however, she would need to think of herself by that name. Millie, not Mildreth. It was somehow a little kinder, a little more friendly and engaging a name.

Jude smiled at her. “Soap is in that can next to the tub. Better hurry, Millie. As hard as it may be to believe right this moment, the temperature will drop as the sun sets. I’ll be back shortly. I will find you a towel and something to wear, then I need to get the milking done.”

As if on cue, the cow gave a low moo.

Millie smiled and nodded to the cow. “Go ahead and milk first. She sounds uncomfortable.” Jude winced as if in empathy for the cow.

“I will, then.”

She would have to put the gun down to milk the cow. Okay, Millie thought, making friends with Jude, gaining her trust, should not be hard at all. She was pretty good at making friends with people she could use. She’d had lots of experience doing so through the centuries, after all.

Millie paused her tub-filling, and watched after Jude as she untethered the cow. She wondered if, contrary to the past eras, perhaps this friendship might not be a complete lie this time around.

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Dog is a key Character in New Release

Oliver Twist is my personal dog, a therapy dog like Atlas in The Return of Joy.download

I didn’t own pets until after my 50th birthday, so they mean a lot to me. (I didn’t engage with the ones in the household as I was growing up — they belonged to other people.)

When I walked into the pet store to get something for the cats that my daughter convinced me we needed, I saw Ollie in a cage with the other rescues. He was looking right at me, and I knew if I looked back I would bring him home, and I did.

So I had to include Ollie as a character in my latest release, Finding Her Voice.

A remarkably talented artist has just finished a statue of him for me to use in promoting Finding Her Voice when he can’t come along in person. And here it is with his actual photo for comparison.

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Newest Release: Finding Her Voice

The Pain will never go away — but Love Helps Jen Cope

Jennifer had the perfect life. A loving husband, a beautiful daughter, a flexible job in the family business. When it was all taken from her, Jen struggled to move through her days with the help of friends and family — but they couldn’t understand, and somehow expected her to get over her grief. Even her twin brother, Joshua, was unable to help her heal.FindingHerVoiceCoverArt

Ollie, her daughter’s rescued dog, was the only one who seemed to share her grief and understand her pain in losing her daughter. When the divorce ended in the sale of their home, she and Ollie set out on a road trip of discovery. She needed time and the care of an old friend, and along the way met others who had lost a child or a marriage or both. None of them expected her to get over it, but they did help her go on living.

Her old friend listened, and with love guided her to an outlet for her feeling through music — and she found comfort through on-line contact with other bereaved parents, including Michael.

Life would never be the same, but maybe she could find the music, find her voice, find her own path to living after her loss. And if she was lucky, find love along the way.

Excerpt

Time to get this show on the road. She typed out a text and sent it in a blast to her whole family.

I’m packed and headed out. Thanks for understanding. I’ll update you from time to time.

Then she gave a little whistle and commanded Ollie to get up. He clambered into the seat where she belted him in.

“Well, boy, here we go. Off on an adventure.”

They called every ride an adventure. He had no idea how long a trip he was in for. Or that he would never come back to the place they’d called home. But then, she wasn’t certain how long it would be either.

Jen went around to the driver’s side, climbed in, and dropped her phone into the sound system so she could take or make phone calls if she wanted.

She started the van and, out of habit, started the tunes saved to her phone.

The song that came up was one she and Trudy sang together, a fun, silly song. She couldn’t bear it. She shut down the music. It was too hard. She couldn’t sing. Not anymore. She took one last look at the house that had been home to her now-destroyed family, then threw the van into reverse and turned so she could steer out of the driveway and onto the road. She didn’t look back. Her goal today was to drive as fast as the law allowed, and as far as her energy would support. She needed distance between her wrecked life and whatever was ahead.

Available July 11 from my publisher, and along with the paperback and epub versions of Books One and Two, on my Amazon Author Page.

Now available in Paperback…Books One and Two of the Starting Over Series

Announcing the Paperback release of my first two books in the Starting Over Series

I am pleased to announce that the sales for these books were high enough to go to press — literally. My debut contemporary romance, More Than a Job,  follows Paige Hamilton as she is forced to seek a new life when her consuming, 24/7 job ends at the hands of a new company owner. But Paige is a survivor, and begins to build a new life, one that may even have room joy covercover for on line adfor romance. A handsome stranger helps her through the transition, and soon she falls fast and hard for Joshua Robinson. Then she discovers he is the cruel owner, and that the company she loved — the company that cared so much about the adults with disabilities who lived in their homes — is in a downward spiral that puts the life of one of her friends at risk. Romance, job loss, life coaching, hidden family treasures, and a secret about an uncle she’d never met — Paige learns that life is More Than A Job.

The Return of Joy is actually the first book I wrote — and the first where an animal is one of the key characters. Patterned after a therapy dog I know, Atlas steals the show every time he shows up. His story is woven into his master’s, Mark Stone.

When Joy Huffman’s recurring dreams of the husband she lost become urgent she is convinced to go tot he cabin, their project of love, in New Mexico. With her daughter and mother-in-law, they set out to learn what Steve wants them to know — that his death was no accident, but murder. Their investigation stirs up the evil that ended his life, and puts them all at risk. The caretaker at the cabin, Mark Stone, is challenged to keep them safe while he unravels the mystery of why Steve died. Along the way he falls in love with Joy — but will she be open to loving again?

These books are available in paperback from Amazon today! Check out all six listings at: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Lynette%20Endicott&search-alias=books&sort=relevancerank

Author Petie McCarty’s books – including Environmental Context

petie-mccartyWho is author Petie McCarty? Petie earned a zoology degree from the University of Central Florida and went on to enjoy a productive career as an aquatic biologist, taking unique assignments that included aquatic plant surveys in Florida lakes and streams by every type of floatable craft – including airboats. She even spent a few years collecting and identifying aquatic macroinvertebrates [aka “water bugs”].

She brings a unique environmental viewpoint to her stories and hopes to teach a love for the environment along the way. Lucky enough to have a day job at the “The Most Magical Place on Earth,” she has no trouble writing happily ever afters for her stories.

Petie lives with her horticulturist husband in Orange County, Florida, and they are blessed with two girls: Lily and Sassy. One is an English springer spaniel and the other is a noisy Nanday conure. You can guess which is which. She loves golf, running and reads voraciously.

Petie, not the conure.

 Debut novel, EVERGLADES, released in May 2012:

Kayli Heddon is a photojournalist who has come to the Everglades to work on an article that will help her uncle John – a politico who’s making the restoration of the Everglades one of his top priorities.  She ends up stranded alone with her handsome and enigmatic Seminole airboat guide, Skye Landers, and quickly learns that trust means everything in the dangerous River of Grass. But when secrets from Skye’s past surface, Kayli and Skye are soon on the run from more than just gators.

 Second novel, CATCH OF THE DAY, released in November 2012:

 Special Ops Coast Guard Captain Gage Connor has a penchant for finding trouble, and that’s exactly what he gets when he meets Cody Ryan, the red-headed spitfire fated to be his partner in the Annual Loon Lake Tournament, accompanied by an assemblage of townsfolk as zany as the name.

Fate tosses them every conceivable roadblock to keep them from winning in this wild and crazy adventure, and to further complicate matters, Gage is unaware his borrowed bass boat served as the exchange point for payment of uncut diamonds for drugs, and the smugglers want their diamonds back. The Colombians are playing for keeps and will stop at nothing to retrieve their stash — even resorting to kidnapping.

Download all of Petie’s books today from her publisher, Desert Breeze Publishing, Inc., or from Amazon with one-click from her Amazon Author Page.catchofthedaycoverart72dpi__73343.1359481854.1280.1280evergladescoverart72dpi__49425.1359437167.1280.1280NoGoingBackCoverArt

Animal Helpers key to story

 

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Tap, tap, tap. They both tensed and looked at the terrace doors.

“You expecting company from the back door?” she whispered.

He scowled at her and drew his weapon, dropping to a whisper as well. “I’m on the sixth floor. Unless super man is making house calls, whoever it is, is not welcome.”

She drew her service revolver also and stood. Without making a verbal plan, he took high and she took low, both weapon arms out straight with the other hand supporting at the elbow.

Tap, tap, tap.

“Sure is a noisy burglar,” she couldn’t help but bring out.

He shot her a look of pure venom and promised restitution, then, his hand on the handle of the door, he mouthed. “One. Two. Three.”

He swung the door open and they both pointed their loaded weapons at the small gray cockatiel sitting on the ledge, tapping its beak against the iron railing.SurvivalInstinctCoverArt

They both dropped their arms and gaped at the bird.

She turned to him. “You keep your bird outside?”

He shook his head and scowled. “It’s not my bird.”

As if on cue, the bird that didn’t belong to Mike ruffled his feathers, then with a graceful swoop of its wings took flight, to land right on Mike’s broad shoulder.

Her brows rose and she shut the door. “Not your bird, huh?” she teased. “You should probably tell him that.”

The bird ruffled its feathers, then rubbed his head against Mike’s cheek.

Mike sneezed.

Startled, the bird took to flight, landing on one of the surveillance monitors.

Mike shook his head. “Bird, if you poop on that monitor, you’re going to be dinner tonight.”

If possible, the bird managed to look affronted by the threat and said, “Beef for dinner, not fowl.”

Both Mike’s and her own jaws dropped, then they burst out laughing. They laughed so hard, by the time they stopped, they were both swiping tears from their eyes and holding their stomachs.

“The bird has to belong to someone,” Mike mused.

Winter shrugged. “I just had a stray cat attach itself to me. It seems the rules of who chooses who in the pet department have changed.”

Mike glanced at her. “A cat?”

She nodded. “A scraggly little calico. Looks just like the one that followed me around all the time while I was growing up.”

Mike’s brows drew in. “I remember seeing that stray following you.”

She ran a hand through her hair. “Really?”

IMG_0606He nodded. “Yeah, every time I’d see you around, the calico was always nearby. I don’t ever recall you paying any mind to it, though.”

She shrugged. “I’m not really an animal person.”

He laughed. “Don’t let your Grandma Allison hear you say that. She’s in her eighties and still goes to the clinic when they are busy and call her up.” He considered. “Do you think it is the same calico?”

She shook her head. “It looks just like her, but how could it be? I left home five years ago, and I swear that cat from home has followed me since the first day I walked to kindergarten by myself. There’s no way the cat who attached itself to me now can be the same one.”

He crooked a brow. “Who you trying to convince, me or yourself?”

She walked over to the bird, which oddly seemed to be listening with some focus to their conversation. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Napoleon.” The bird squawked ” Protector. Don’t eat me.”

She grinned at the bird. “Okay, Napoleon, who is your owner? Who do you belong to?”

There was no reply. Napoleon began to groom one wing with his beak.

Winter tried again. “Pretty bird, Napoleon. Who are you protecting?” She reached out one finger, tentatively, and stroked his head. He swiveled to look right at her.

Then he gave a squawk and fluffed his feather. “Protect Mike,” he squawked out. “Mike’s bird. Protect Mike.”

Winter and Mike’s jaws hit their chests, again, at Napoleon’s ramblings.

“See?” Winter could not help but say. “I told you he’s chosen you as his owner.”

Mike sneezed and his eyes puffed up and turned red. “There’s only one problem,” he said. “I’m allergic to birds.”

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Meet Mike, Hero and home town boy…

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She glanced up and saw their reflection in the mirror hanging over the dresser. She had to admit, they made a striking image sitting together like they were. She ran a finger over her blacking left eye, and then turned to scowl at the man who had blackened it. She was almost certain it had been his elbow that had caught her.

Apparently he had not been as focused on his thoughts as she had assumed, or maybe his thoughts were somehow following hers. He turned to her and ran a surprisingly gently forefinger over the bruised flesh under her eye. “I just wanted to stop you, not hurt you.”

She jerked a shoulder, oddly unnerved by his softer side.

Hometown boy. Never. Nope. No way.

“How’d you see me anyway?” she asked. “You didn’t have night goggles on.”

He blinked his big gold eyes and she frowned at him.

He smiled, a chuckle accompanied the gesture and her stomach did a funny little dip. “Part of my top of the line spy package,” he told her. “Contacts. Two rapid blinks night vision, three blinks heat sensor, four, normal mode.”

She whistled. “I want to work where you work. Cool toys.”

He grinned at her. “The coolest.”

“So, what gives?” she demanded. “You won’t tell me what branch you work for, I get that, but at least tell me who the other players are. How did you get involved, anyway? How long have you been snooping around as a mild mannered reporter to get all those names?” Another thought took precedence over his answer and she said. “By the way, what kind of spy are you if they knew you were investigating them? The task I had to do, in order to not be sent to 867 for offing the creep and to keep my grandmother alive, was to kill you after I found out just how much you know, but dude, they know you’re on to them.” She shook her head and shot him a disgusted look. “You’re really a lousy spy. I’m surprised your bosses trust you with all this high tech stuff.”

His jaw firmed and the hand next to hers on the bed fisted. She’d touched a nerve and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.

“I will have you know, lady,” he bit out. “My cover was to be a reporter who was obviously investigating the corrupt cops, in order to draw them out in the open so I could shut them down.”

She believed him, but it was just so easy to rile him up that instead of telling him so, she said instead, “Hmmm.”

He glared at her reflection in the mirror. “You’re ticking me off again.”

She couldn’t help herself, she winked.

He lifted his arm, to do what she didn’t know.

Tap, tap, tap. They both tensed and looked at the terrace doors.

To be continued tomorrow, when you will meet Mike’s Animal Helper

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Animal Helper “Scat Cat” from Survival Instinct

Each Time After Time book includes a helper from the animal kingdom.  Meet Winter’sIMG_0606

Winter swiped a heavy hand against the sandpaper abrasion wetting her cheek.

A cat meowed

Her brows drew into a frown. Meow?

More sandpaper, then a nudge on her cheek from a wet, somewhat smelly head.

The sound of the ocean registered, and as she struggled to pry her eyes open, memories of the early morning events filtered through her brain.

She squinted up to the sky. The sun was at about ten a.m. Obviously, she hadn’t made the start of her shift, first day.

She could still smell rain in the air but the storm had passed and now the skies were blue. Only in San Francisco.

Another meow.

She turned her throbbing head and met the unblinking golden eyes of a calico cat. “Scat Cat?” she asked in confusion, realizing the second drug hadn’t targeted her vocal cords.

The undernourished, soaking wet cat purred, long and loud.

“You can’t be Scat Cat,” she murmured, reaching up and scratching the feline under its chin.

It couldn’t be the same cat. It was impossible the alley cat who had followed her to and from school since kindergarten, followed her back and forth from her part time job each and every day, then even to the bus stop the very day she had left town, was the same cat.

Scat Cat, because Winter had shouted the words to the cat, along with a hissing noise and a stomping foot, each and every day, worried the fool cat would get hit by a car by following her around everywhere.

SurvivalInstinctCoverArtEverywhere, that was, except her home. Oddly, when Winter was home, the stray cat never lingered.

She shook the cobwebs from her head and sat up. She had been wedged between two large boulders, completely hidden from the spread of beach where she and her captors had gathered earlier this morning.

Her rain gear was gone, as was the bloody clothing underneath the gear.

She had her own clothes on, right down to her combat boots and she shuddered to think who of the twelve men had striped her and replaced her clothing.

Clearly they had breached the high tech security apartment on the third floor of one San Francisco’s Victorian ‘Painted Ladies’, to get her things. Her hand-held hologram cell phone lay at her feet, along with a sealed bag holding a manila envelope, with the word “Evidence” in bold letters stamped onto it at an angle.

It didn’t take much of a guess to know inside the envelope would be the photo of the man she was supposed to bleed for information, then kill.

She shuddered and scooped up her cell and the bag.

The cat continued to stare at her, almost like she was studying her. Unnerved, Winter waved the cat away. “Scat, cat!”

Just as with the cat back home — and no, she was not ready to consider this was the same cat — this cat simply sat and stared.

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Winter lunged to her feet and the world went dark at the edges of her vision. She pivoted, her combat boots crunching wet sand and pebbles as she scanned the empty beach for who had spoken.

The cat meowed.

She jerked her gaze to the cat, sitting serenely at her feet, large golden eyes fixed up at her.

Winter pointed to the cat. “You didn’t just speak to me.”

Winter had had enough. She was late to work, and she’d been drugged twice. She was going to drag herself into the precinct late and looking like — she glanced at the cat again — like something the cat dragged in, and everyone one would put it off to too many drinks last night.

Download on April 11 to read the rest of this story.  Or read about Winter’s grandmother, Dr. Allison Green, a veterinarian who also bore the Heartmark and was fated to face the enemy who chases the women of the Heartmark through time.

Survival Instinct — Fantasy Romance Releases April 11

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Product Description

Tough as nails San Francisco homicide detective Winter Parker runs fast and far to escape ancient threats of revenge, and small town torments. Can equally tough Special Agent Mike Hunter convince Winter to put aside her fears and take a chance on him and their small town?

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The door to the small bath slammed open and Mike stood, both hands raised and clutching either side of the door frame in a white knuckle grip.

She sniffed and jerked her chin up. “You’re still here?”

His jaw clenched, he glared at her. “It’s going to take a lot more than you not caring a classmate was murdered to get rid of me.”

Her mouth dropped open.

His hands fell to his sides and he took the one step needed to be right in front of her. He towered over her and she instinctively leaned back, until her lower back was pressed against the smooth porcelain of the bathroom sink.

“The way I see it, Parker,” he growled, “is if you can hate so fiercely, then you will also love just as fiercely, and that’s the kind of woman I want loving me. Oh, and Parker,” he said. “Mark my words, I love you every bit as fiercely.”

His head lowered and he kissed the air right out of her lungs.

When he lifted his head she touched her kiss-swollen lips. “So, you don’t mind I’m not a nice person?”

He rested his forehead on hers and puffed out a half laugh. “I’m not such a nice person either, Winter.”

She shook her head in instant denial and he pressed a finger over her lips. “There are layers to me you cannot even guess at.” He lowered his head until they were nose to nose. “We’ll always have one another’s back, Winter. We’ll get married, and someday have a dozen or more not so nice children, who will make us pay for our raising.”

Download from Desert Breeze Publishing April 11. Learn more about Tami Dee from her website and don’t forget to download the first book in this series, Animal Instinct. Each book stands alone, but the entire series will capture your imagination and, if you are an animal lover, you will enjoy guessing what animal helpers will show up next.


Dog is a Game Changer in the Writing Arena

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I’m J. Morgan and I am the proud pet of two evil overlords and an emperor of the Cith. No, I’m not talking about my wife and daughter, though, now that I think about it… so, who am I’m talking about? My Chihuahua, Paco, and the beautiful Mini Pin, Maxine. The emperor is the feline Mr. Bean, who has proudly owned me and my family for the past fifteen years. You may be asking yourself, with all these owners how does J. Morgan have any time to write. Well, you know those little voices that I’m always talking about? Now, you know who I’m talking about.

For those of you who aren’t a pet of one or more furry masters, I doubt you’ll get what I’m about to say. I’m not sure if I could write without them. Seriously, I couldn’t. Each one of my beautiful children of the fur help me in ways that I never thought possible.photo (25)

Paco is my game changer. He knows exactly when his daddy is about to lose his mind. Whether I’m blocked or just have lost my way, he senses my frustration and clears it up the only way he knows how. When I feel the tap tap on my foot, I know it’s time to close my screen and pay attention to my baby boy. And, there he is, with one of his hundred toys hanging out of his mouth. It’s wubby time. So for the next twenty minutes to three hours I throw. He brings back. Repeat process until one of us passes out. Usually, that someone is me. Other times, he’ll just crawl up and sit on the keyboard, telling me enough. You’re driving me crazy with that mumbling under your breath. Just stop it. Strangely enough, he’s got more sense than me when it gets to that point.

Paco has been so much of a muse to me, he even wormed his way into Love Bites Book Three: Love Free Stake Hard as Dela and Deme’s loveable adopted son. Paco came to us in much the same way. Someone just threw him out in our yard when he was just a puppy. From the first second his big brown eyes stared into mine, it was over.

Now, we come to the ultimately adorable Maxine. She is the queen of the big brown eyes. Max is pretty much our lurker under the blanket who only comes out to bark at mystery sounds, Mr. Bean and her food bowl. So, how does she help me write? Ms. Maxine is a hugger. Dare I say the best hugger in the world! She instinctively knows when I’m having a hard time with a scene. I’ll hear the clickity clack of her feet and then she’s in my lap with her arms on either side of my neck, her head nuzzling my ear, and so much love flooding me, how can I not be inspired?

 

Mr. Bean on the other hand is pragmatic about it. His favorite minion, namely, me, has certain responsibilities in life. I’ve got to make sure his food bowl is full. Dry food all day long. Wet food once in morning. Once at night. The water bowl must be full and be at a certain temp. His recliner, yes, he has his own recliner. My wife thought it beansterwas hers, but he disabused her of that fact. Where was I, again? Oh yeah, his recliner has to have the proper amount of fluffed blankies for him to lounge upon. Once I have accomplished all that, I get the look. Silly man, get to writing. I don’t have time to watch you dither about. Cable does not pay for itself. I must have my stories to watch, food to eat, and please do something about these lesser beings. I did not give you permission to bring canines into my abode. You get the idea.

The point is, pets are beings of perfect love. They wrapped you around their paws and never let you go. Writing is a labor of love. How can you truly know what love is if you’re not surrounded by it. I am the luckiest man alive. I have examples of love around me all the time. From my wife, daughter, my family, my friends, and of course, my furry overlords, I am never far from the things that make life a true blessing.

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