Monday, June 21, 2021

A Year with @4thewords! #amwriting #WritingCommunity #4thewords #DustWarriors

I've got beautiful angel wings for writing 365 days in a row!

This time last year, still reeling from the toilet paper shortage brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic, I found myself struggling with writer's block. Amidst the uncertainty of the virus, I placed myself in self-imposed quarantine with my four children. Not knowing what to expect, I wanted my family safe above all else.

Surviving in such perilous times, I suddenly found myself struggling to write. I suffer from anxiety and depression. Like others, I found myself spiraling downward.

To make matters worse, I lost my desire to write.

How could I write happily-ever-after romance with so much sadness and fear permeating the world?

It was a terrible feeling. I knew I had to fight it. This was my career, after all. While other people were trying to find a way to work from home, I was already doing it.

Tricia's Writing Cabin Retreat

Just by luck, I stumbled upon a writer's group on Facebook that has quite literally changed my life forever. A group of writers came together to organize multi-author projects forming a place where writers could find calls for submissions and other open writing projects.

Interacting with such like-minded individuals, I realized I wasn't alone in this feeling of not being able to write. These writers were feeling it, too. They were working to push out of this writing funk, to get back to work to create stories for their readers. Readers were relying on authors to keep creating content for the time so many people were looking for a way to escape the world.

This group inspired me, sparking my desire to write again.

One of those authors mentioned 4thewords.

I'd heard of it before, picking it up somewhere from some other writer. I hadn't really explored it. I'm not much of a gamer girl to the chagrin of my children. But, this author told me 4thewords was what kept her writing. And it was fun!

I just had to check it out!

I am so glad that I did!

What is 4thewords?

Basically, it's an online writing game. You battle cute little monsters with word counts. There are all kinds of word counts from large to small. There are also timed battles. After defeating the monsters, you earn rewards. You get items to dress your avatar and now they have a house for you to decorate, too.

It is rather addicting. The site is designed to create a consistent writing habit for writers. You have to log in to write at least 444 words every day. The more you write, the more rewards you earn.

There is a main storyline, a quest, for you to follow. Your job is to defeat the monsters along the way. There are also side quests for you to gain more items. There's a map of the world and you unlock the different areas. It's both complicated and simple. But fun!

I joined 4thewords last year in June right in the middle of the Pride Festival. I had no idea what I was doing, but I soon figured it out. There's also a forum which makes it easy to find the answers to any questions. The community of writers there seem friendly and willing to help.

Throughout the year, 4thewords has festivals and events that encourage more writing by offering new quests and creatures to defeat. The developers work hard to keep the game fun, entertaining and inspiring!

My daughter likes to dress my Dust Warrior!

I've never tracked my writing like this before and I found it interesting to see the numbers add up. Yesterday marked my first year of writing with 4thewords. I've earned pretty new wings to prove it as you can see in the image at the top of this post!

If you're a writer and you haven't given it a try, I urge you to check out 4thewords. It is fun! And it keeps you writing! Even when you don't want to write, you know you'll lose that nice writing streak if you don't at least put in 444 words. And really, that's like 2 pages. Right? You can write 2 pages every day. Just about fifteen or twenty minutes work, right? Something like that. I know, we're all different. 

Check out my profile here. There's a free trial to give you time to check out the game and see if it's a fit for you. If you want to join, you can use my referral code - JBDWX52209 - that gets you a few free crystals to help you get started. I get crystals from it, too. So, it helps us both! You can add me as a friend on there, too, if you want!

This online writing game has helped me. A lot. I highly recommend it.

I hope it helps you, too!

Happy Writing!


Loving Boone #Excerpt #ParanormalRomance #FathersDay


In honor of Father's Day, I'm posting an excerpt from my paranormal romance, Loving Boone. Both Boone and Beth-Ann's fathers play important roles in this story and are two of my favorite characters.

Beth-Ann's father, Geoffrey Miller, is a single dad. After his wife died, his grief led him to escape into the Tennessee mountains where he forged a life for himself and his daughter in the wilderness. Others followed and now he's the undeclared leader of a group of like-minded people seeking to live off the land.

Boone's father, Patrick Evans, a cougar shifter, is a single dad of two sons. His wife was murdered when his children were young and he's been doing his best to raise and protect them from the people who wish to do them harm. Before the story begins, he finds Geoffrey and negotiates a deal that gives him territory on the mountain where he can live peacefully and where his children can grow and learn to use their shifter abilities.

Both of these fathers have made sacrifices for their children. They haven't had it easy and they've both made mistakes along the way, but they continue to do what they think is best for themselves and their families. And they both have their own stories to tell which I'm currently working on. I gave a brief glimpse of Patrick's story in a recent limited-edition boxed set that is no longer available. However, he has more to tell of his story, so I'm adding to that before I re-release it. Check back for updates!

Happy Father's Day to all those who are dads or father-figures to kids who love and look up to you!

Loving Boone
The Cougar Shifters

Beth-Ann Miller returns to her Tennessee mountain home to find chaos erupting between her survivalist family and their shape-shifting neighbors. Her father is convinced the were-cougar clan is responsible for the murders occurring in their area and interrogates one of the shifters, Boone Evans, her childhood sweetheart. When Boone declares several members of his shifter family have gone missing including his little brother, Beth-Ann suspects someone else is behind both the murders and abductions.

Boone never expected to see Beth-Ann again. When she frees him from her father’s cabin and promises to help find his brother, Boone doesn’t plan on rekindling their passionate love affair or facing the pain of past mistakes. Nor does he plan on coming face to face with the man responsible for altering his family’s life forever.

With men hunting the were-cougars, can Beth-Ann and Boone risk all to have a future together? Or is loving Boone too high a price to pay?


It began with a phone call.

"Beth-Ann, come home. Right away, honey."

"What? Dad, why?"

"It's started."

That was all it took for Beth-Ann Miller to leave her dorm room at campus one morning in early October to drive four hours of interstate and back roads to reach her Tennessee mountain home. The tone of her father's voice haunted her the entire trip. He explained nothing more. Hadn't told her what prompted his sudden phone call. Simply ordered her to come home. As much as she wanted to balk at his mysterious command, she wouldn't. Being the good daughter she was and knowing that her father wouldn't make such a demand if he didn't need to, she dropped everything and ran home.

As she reached the long dirt road that led to her father's cabin, a man dressed in camouflage and wearing hunting gear stepped out of the fall foliage to block her path. He angled a rifle toward her car. This surprised her for only one reason. Her father wouldn't post a sentry unless there was something seriously wrong.

When she stopped the car, the man walked cautiously toward her. As he neared, she recognized her father's neighbor and close friend, Henry Jenkins.

The moment he identified her, he lowered his weapon and jogged the rest of the way to her car.

She lowered the window as he approached. The crips autumn air invaded the warm atmosphere she created by blasting the heater in the car.

Henry rested his hand on the roof of the vehicle and leaned toward her with a welcoming smile.

"Hello, Beth-Ann. Your daddy's expecting you."

"What's going on, Henry?"

His face grew grim. "Trouble. I'll let your daddy tell you about it. Go on ahead but keep a lookout around you. We have men posted, but you never know if something might get by them."


The way he spoke the word like it was a bad taste in his mouth revealed more than he could've explained otherwise.


"It's good to see you, Beth-Ann. Despite the circumstances."

"Thanks, Henry. You, too."

As she pulled the car away, Henry stepped back. Glancing in the rear-view mirror revealed Henry with a walkie-talkie to his mouth.

"She's on the way..." His voice carried in the distance, but the noise of the dirt road muffled the rest. Assuming he reported to her father, she continued the long drive up the mountain for several minutes.

On any other day, the beautiful forest scenery with the falling colored leaves of reds, yellows, and oranges would've seemed peaceful and serene. Instead of enjoying the quiet beauty, Beth-Ann kept a keen eye on her surroundings, searching for sudden movements or anything that didn't belong.

When she reached the clearing near the summit of the mountain, she let out a sigh of relief. There were several cabins built at a discreet distance from one another. Each cabin had a tank used to collect rainwater for personal use and a solar-powered generator for electricity. Gardens, usually teeming with vegetables and fruit, filled the space between the cabins. There was an orchard near the back as well as a compost area and a large barn used to store farming equipment and other items.

Her father helped build this self-sustaining community with several other like-minded individuals and families who wanted to either go off grid or simply get away from the hustle and bustle of civilization like her father. Some people prepared for end times. Some people thought it smart not to rely on the technology that ran the world. Sometimes people stayed permanently. Sometimes people went back to civilization.

Beth-Ann parked her car among the jeeps and SUV's near the front of her father's cabin. There was no sign of anyone until she cut the engine. The door to the cabin opened and a man stepped out, carrying a rifle like Henry Jenkins.

With all the frowning men carrying weapons, her fears that the community was under lockdown seemed confirmed, but she didn't want to assume anything until she spoke face to face with her father.

"Miss Beth," Rhody Miller greeted from the cabin's porch. He stepped down as she opened the car door. Rhody swooped her into a one-armed bear hug the moment she stood. "I'm glad you're here."

"My dad called. I came as fast as I could," she said as he released her. "What is it, Rhody? What's going on? Where's Dad?"

"Hunting," Rhody said, but he turned his head so she couldn't see his eyes. It was a tell she remembered from her young cousin. He wasn't speaking the entire truth.

"Rhody?" She tilted her head to capture his gaze again. "What is it? What has everyone so spooked?"

Tears glistened in the corners of his eyes, taking her aback. Rhody wasn't the kind of guy to show such emotion, but his face twisted in untold pain.

"Rhody, tell me."

"Um..." He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, but was unsuccessful. "They're dead. Three of 'em. Dead. We've gone to war."

"Dead?" Beth-Ann gasped. "Who's dead?"

"Marty, Trent and Oliver Wycoski."

"Marty?" Beth-Ann repeated her cousin's name. "Your brother is dead?"

Rhody nodded as tears fell from his cheeks to splash on the dirt at their feet. It was odd that the tears sounded loud. They echoed in the silence of the forest.

Beth-Ann took a moment to breathe deeply, trying to comprehend Rhody's statement that his brother was dead. Marty was older than her by three years. Since she had no siblings of her own, her cousins became her playmates as a child. For quite some time, they had been inseparable.

Marty's face flashed before her eyes, a face similar to Rhody's. Blue eyes, a sharp nose and a mouth constantly turned into a smile. Marty was handsome and charming and funny, always able to get the people around him to laugh.

Thinking of that happy face now frozen in death made her stomach quiver in knots.

Beth-Ann blinked. Her gaze focused on the front of Rhody's flannel shirt.

"Is that blood?"

Rhody glanced at his chest. "Uh, yeah. It's Mr. Peterson's."

"What happened?"

"He's been shot."

Her questioning gaze flashed to his face.

"It was an accident. He got in the way while the cougars were attacking. I'm not sure who shot him. But he's okay."

"What do you mean the cougars were attacking?" As she spoke, a chill shivered down her back. "Rhody, where's my father?"

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

The Lunora Chronicles ~ A #DarkFantasy #Fairytale Collection #PreOrder for #99cents


In the kingdom of Lunora, nothing is as it seems.

Bloodthirsty wolves roam the woods and the tyrant king cares little for his people.

When a man is found dead, the kingdom is in an uproar. Who will protect them from the monsters that stalk them?

Six women, their stories entwined, will solve the mystery as they try to find their own happily ever afters.

Kanida is expected to marry, but she longs for more, leading her down the wrong path.

Trapped in her stepmother’s household, Lucy procures a magic spell from a witch, so she can attend the Royal ball, only to find mystery, love and adventure await.

Darkness has always followed Casey, but now it seems that the past is catching up with her, as she is snatched by a beast.

To escape marriage to the king, Eira must fake her own death, but that means trusting a handsome huntsman who is prophesized to end her life.

Rose is living her worst nightmare. Alone in the forest, she awakens with blood on her hands and no memory of how she got there.

Alysia longs for a life of adventure and believes that solving the murder will help her find it, unless the killer finds her first.

A shared world fairytale retelling collection.

With stories from -

USA Today Bestselling Author S. K. Gregory

Tricia Schneider

Lexi Ostrow

USA Today Bestselling Author Tameri Etherton

Tiffany Shand

USA Today Bestselling Author Nicole Zoltack

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Saturday, June 12, 2021

Paranormal Summer Romance #pnr #SummerReading #paranormalromance


Need something paranormal to read this summer?

Fun in the sun beach themes or new summer releases...

with mermaids, demons, shifters, vampires and more!

Check out this Book Fair!

Wednesday, June 9, 2021

Too early? Probably. But I'm too excited! I have to share! #Preorder The Alien and the Elf #holidayromance #scifiromance

I'm super excited to share news of my upcoming release. Coming this July is The Alien and the Elf. I'm celebrating Christmas in July this summer. I simply couldn't help myself. love Noelle and Jaxar! Their story was so much fun to write! If you bought A Very Alien Christmas Limited Edtion Boxed Set last year, then you already have the original version of this short steamy romance in your ebook collection.

For this edition, while I was looking it over and getting it ready to format for publication, I couldn't help but add a little extra to scenes in the story. Noelle is such fun to write. She's quirky, sassy and bold. Completely unlike myself. Maybe that's what draws me to her. And of course, Jaxar is simply... to-die-for. I truly hope you enjoy their story!

My name is Noelle, and I'm an elf.

I was minding my own business, testing a newly installed engine on Santa's sleigh when it suffered a slight malfunction. I found myself spiraling out of control. Then a bright beam of light hit from above, and I'm taken on board a spaceship.

Jaxar is a sexy, to-die-for, green-skinned alien who thinks I'm stealing his salvage.

He's never met an elf.

Well, I've never met an alien.

With no way to get home, I need Jaxar's help. Can we work together to fix Santa's sleigh in time to save Christmas?

Wednesday, June 2, 2021

First Draft, Second Draft, Edits #writing #writinglife #rewriting #IWSG

The first Wednesday of every month is officially 

The Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It's a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

IWSG Asks: For how long do you shelve your first draft, before reading it and re-drafting? Is this dependent on your writing experience and the number of stories/books under your belt?
Ideally, I like to have about 3-6 months pass before I go back for a second draft and edits. I always work on other projects in between. This gives me enough time so I can get back to the story refreshed and able to re-read my work with a critical eye. And depending on the story, I sometimes have more than one or two drafts. For some of my books, I've done 5 drafts with revisions and rewrites. It all depends on the project.

Recently, I've been writing faster, so I've been going with less time in between some projects. For short stories and novellas, I've been letting them sit for about a month or two before I start working on them again. But for novels, I still feel 3 months is a beneficial time frame.

So, I guess to answer the question, the longer the project, the longer I shelve it before reading it again. And yes, I think this is a direct result of my writing experience. I've been writing for over twenty years and I've published around 30 projects (short stories, novellas, novels).

When I first began writing, it took me close to a year to write a book. Well, maybe six months to a year, depending on the book. Some longer. My writing skills have grown, I'm much more confident with my abilities and talent, and my home life has changed significantly giving me more time than I ever had to focus on my writing work. I outline more and write first drafts faster. Now, I'm able to get a novel written in 4 to 6 weeks, a novella in a week or two, and a short story in a day depending on the length.

All these details factor into what my writing schedule looks like. Because life keeps changing, my writing schedule keeps evolving. Having my four kids home during the last year for virtual school because of the pandemic really took a hit with my writing output. I spend the early morning hours writing, but the rest of the day is spent helping them with their schoolwork. A little bit of writing/editing/marketing/networking in the afternoon, and then evenings are spent doing other family activities. Once they're done with school, hopefully, I'll be able to extend my writing hours by letting them sleep in during the morning. Then I'll be able to get back to a more productive writing/editing schedule.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed because I have a lot of stories I want to write and several waiting for that second draft.  

As always, be safe and keep writing!


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Monday, May 10, 2021

The Witch and the Vampire #Excerpt #pnr #vampireromance #witchromance

Melora Merriweather is searching for a fellow witch to protect her from a scheming uncle with plans of marriage. When her carriage overturns on her journey, she is rescued by a mysterious man whom she learns is the very person she seeks. But, he's not the witch she thought he was...

Sebastian Collins should have left for London days ago. Now a snowstorm has trapped him with a woman who has come seeking protection, a woman who intrigues him like no other. And with each passing hour, his hunger for her grows...hunger for her kiss, her caress, and her blood.


"You may have his books, any of them, but only if you grant your protection."

Protection? Sebastian clung to the mantel, the effort to keep himself from going to her, from embracing her, ravaging her... he licked his lips... from tasting her blood, was becoming increasingly difficult. He couldn't remember a full moon when he'd felt quite so weak. There had been challenging moments surely, but never a time when he feared his own loss of control. Not since the beginning, anyway.

"Protection from what?" He felt compelled to ask, even though he certainly knew her answer. But how could he protect her from himself? Even if she barred the door to her bedchamber, he knew of ways to get inside... to touch her. Taste her... He flinched.

Oh, God, control.

He must have control.

"There may be..." She hesitated, and he held his breath waiting for her to continue. "There may be men following me. I want you to assure me you will protect me. That you will not allow them to take me."


He smelled it swirling in the air. It circled her like a flock of eager vultures about to descend on a roadside feast. His mouth watered. He placed the back of his hand against his mouth, feeling the sharpened length of his eyeteeth beginning to descend.

His breathing quickened, but it only brought more of her scent to his nostrils.

"And protection for my sister. They search for her, too. I need to know you will keep us safe."

She was vulnerable. Full of fear and uncertainty. Lack of food had weakened her, but her blood still surged strongly through her young, healthy veins.

How easy it would be to reach out to her, hold her and comfort her, stroke her hair and inhale her lavender scent, to nuzzle her neck, taste her skin...

His gut spasmed, nearly buckling his knees.

"Please, go," Sebastian said, panting, nearly bent over from the urge to attack her. He needed blood. What he wanted was her blood, but he was not so far gone as to give in to the beast within. Not yet. He would not kill another innocent. "Go, now."


He could not let her see what he was about to do. He couldn't allow anyone to witness such degradation.

"Go back to your room. Lock the door... Please... leave me!" He shouted savagely.

He heard her confused scrambling feet, dashing to the doorway. He heard her heart thumping wildly, and he wondered if it was his appearance that frightened her or the desperation he heard in his own voice. At the sound of the door clicking shut, Sebastian stepped away from the fireplace and dropped to his knees. He unbuttoned his shirtsleeves, pushing the fabric up to reveal the naked flesh of his arm. He took great gulping breaths, attempting one last time to regain some manner of control over himself.

He could do this. He could fight this.

He glanced at his bare arm. The vein in his wrist throbbed violently. 

Thirst burned his tongue.

It took only a moment for his fangs to descend fully to pierce his own flesh.

The Merriweather Witches series:

The Witch and the Wolf (Book 1)

The Witch and the Vampire (Book 2)

The Witch's Thief (Book 3)

The Witch's Kiss (Book 4)

Wednesday, May 5, 2021

Reading Reviews #IWSG #readers #bookreviews


The first Wednesday of every month is officially 

The Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It's a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

IWSG Asks: Has any of your readers ever responded to your writing in a way that you didn't expect? If so, did it surprise you? 
I don't like to admit this, but I'm such an insecure writer that any reader who responds with a positive review surprises me! I have such a bad case of imposter syndrome, I think with each book I publish readers will see what a horrible writer I am and call me out. With every 4 & 5 star review my books receive, I breathe a huge sigh of relief.

I was surprised by my first one-star review. Not because I received it, I had fully expected to find one with my debut book. That first one-star review arrived with my third book. 

I was surprised by my response to it. I had been fearful of the complete and utter devastation I would inevitably feel. I was afraid I would never want to publish my books ever again because of some scathing remark from some faceless reader.

Instead, I laughed.

Yes, I laughed at my first one-star review. And surprisingly still, I continue to laugh at the critical reviews I receive. Not because I'm some diva writer who laughs in the face of adversity, but because I am so much more critical of myself. These one-star reviews can never compare to the criticism I give to myself.

Sometimes, I agree with the reviewer. They make valid points that I did not see. Yes, maybe that character wasn't as heroic as I intended. Maybe that scene did not fit the storyline. Good point. Thank you for responding.

Good reviews are great for stroking a writer's ego, but sometimes the bad reviews give a writer more insight.

Another surprise I received from a reader was when they labeled my steamy romance as sweet and wholesome in a review.

But, my paranormal romance was filled with sex scenes, hot and sensual, definitely with the bedroom door held wide open. Not what I would ever classify as a sweet romance. When I think of sweet romance, that bedroom door is held firmly closed.

I was puzzled. It took me some time to figure that one out. That's when I started discovering other books labeled as steamy sweet. It's not exactly the sex scenes that are the issue here. 

The love shared between the characters is sweet, tender and wholesome. The romance where they fall in love is sweet.

But the characters also share sexy times, too!

Sweet and steamy!

Yes, I got it! That's totally what I write! It took a reader's review to make me look at my own writing in a new way.

Be safe! Stay healthy! And keep writing!


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Tuesday, May 4, 2021

The Witch and the Wolf #Excerpt #pnr #paranormalromance

For the next few weeks, I'll be adding excerpts to my blog for readers to enjoy. The Merriweather Witches is a series that combines two of my favorite genres, historical and paranormal romance. This series follows a family of witches in Regency-era England as they discover romance and love, as well as some otherworldly complications to their lives. The Witch and the Wolf is the first book in the series. It's a novella-sized romance and remains one of my most favorite stories.

Lord Jeremy North's curse is to become a werewolf during every full moon, turning into a bloodthirsty monster that kills with no remorse. When he finds a woman nearly frozen upon his doorstep, his sense of honor compels him to help her, even at the risk he might kill her himself.

Lillian Merriweather hadn't planned to get caught in a blizzard while traveling the English countryside. Nor had she planned on finding refuge in a house full of secrets. But Lillian has secrets of her own. And what she's running from is not far behind...


"You have need to remove those clothes," he said, hesitantly.

Lillian watched him warily as he took another step toward the door. "If you can manage to undress yourself, I'll fetch you something you can wear." Without another word, he disappeared.

She stared after him, wondering why he had not summoned a maid to assist her. She looked at her hands which remained numb. It would be impossible for her to unbutton anything with her fingers motionless from the cold.

Shivering, she knew she needed to make the attempt. If he refused to send anyone to help her, which Lillian considered rude, then she would just have to resort to helping herself. In normal circumstances, she would be quite capable. Circumstances being what they were, however...

She let the blanket fall from her shoulders as she fumbled with the buttons on the front of her frock. Good thing they were in the front, for if they had been in the back as some of her other dresses, it would have been an impossibility to disrobe. Though, try as she might, her fingers refused the simple commands she gave them. It seemed an inordinate amount of time before she saw a shadow fall across her lap.

Lillian looked up to see him watching her. He had changed his robe into breeches and a hastily buttoned shirt. His feet, though, were bare.

"Forgive my dishabille," he said. "It is not often we receive visitors at these hours."

"I cannot expect you would," she said, smiling regretfully. She lifted her hands to him by way of explanation. "I am having a bit of difficulty. I'm afraid my hands are quite useless at the moment."

He stared intensely and she felt she had inconvenienced him in some way.

"If you might send a maid to assist me..."

"There is none."


"We have no maid at the moment, miss. In fact, there is no one at present save Amery and myself." He grimaced as he spoke, and she realized the quandary she had placed upon them.

"Oh," she muttered, truly at a loss for words of any kind. How unusual that he should be derelict of staff. She had noticed no neglect. The rooms she had occupied seemed well tended, and she could not imagine he and the man named Amery would do all the housework themselves.

He seemed to read her thoughts because he continued, "Once a month, I give my staff a paid holiday, and they return to their families or visit friends in the village. Amery is the only one who remains here to assist me. So you see, we are quite uncertain as to what to do with you."

Lillian nodded her understanding, looking again at the dreaded buttons that now appeared as steel manacles.

“You cannot remain in those wet clothes,” he added as an unnecessary reminder.

Her breath caught in her throat as the only possibility for their situation tumbled into her head. She glanced speculatively at him to see if he had come upon the same conclusion.

“You will catch your death of cold if we wait for your hands to thaw,” he added, as if he needed to convince himself. His face and tone became serious as he continued, “I offer you my assistance. I promise I am a gentleman above reproach. What occurs here will stay within this room and no further. No one ever need know how I helped you. Do you understand?”

She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.

Then Lillian gave a solemn nod, casting her gaze to the floor. She felt beyond compromised, but what did that matter in her situation? In fact, it might improve her situation if she dealt with her problems in the correct manner. Her current dilemma needed to be seen to at once. The snow had crept through her cloak and soaked her dress. It clung cold and uncomfortable around her every curve. She knew, as did he, the thing must be removed.

He moved forward, closing the gap between them until he stood directly before her. Keeping her gaze lowered did nothing to benefit her. She saw his feet first, and she shivered. Other than her father, she had never seen a man’s bare feet before. She would have never considered such appendages appealing, but she had to admit she felt her breath hitch in her throat as she watched those strong, masculine feet step closer to her.

Then his hands filled her vision. Large hands, the backs, of which, lightly sprinkled with dark hair. He reached toward her chest, and she inhaled sharply as he began unclasping the buttons.

She shut her eyes at the sight of the man, a stranger no less, undressing her. Her body tensed, and Lillian held her breath determined not to notice his every movement. Tried to ignore the touch of his knuckles brushing against her breasts. However innocent his actions may be, she could not stop her nipples from tightening nor could she stop the sudden yearning that his hands might wander farther.

Her face flamed at her secret thoughts. Her body warmed, hotter than any fire. It felt as if her blood might boil at her sudden wanton wishes. She felt his breath on her face and inhaled softly, breathing in that intoxicating mixture of tobacco, brandy and pine.

She began to tremble but could not determine whether the cold affected her or his present actions.

"I find that I have never had the need of introductions with a lady while I disrobed her," he said, his voice soft and slightly amused. "Might I take the opportunity now? I am Lord Jeremy North."

The Merriweather Witches series:

The Witch and the Wolf (Book 1)

The Witch and the Vampire (Book 2)

The Witch's Thief (Book 3)

The Witch's Kiss (Book 4)

Thursday, April 1, 2021

Enter for a chance to win a $50 Barnes & Noble #GiftCard! #AlienEmbrace #NookReader #Nook


The Alien Embrace authors are at it again!

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