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Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Read a deleted scene from Lost and Found by Maggie Clare

 



Sometimes while you're writing your book, a scene that seemed right when you put it to paper just doesn't fit in overall. It's kind of like when scenes are taken out of movies. Well, we all love those deleted scenes on the DVDs (I just dated myself, I know) and we can get them in our favorite books, too. You can also read an actual excerpt found in Maggie Clare's book Lost and Found. And then be sure to enter the giveaway as you follow the tour!



Dr. Lissa Morgan has had a crush on her best friend’s older brother since they were kids, but handsome, brooding Cam Taylor has never given her a second glance. When Cam unexpectedly shows up on Lissa’s doorstep bleeding and bruised, his personal life in shambles, things between them take a steamy turn.

After an incredible weekend with the sweet, sexy doctor, Cam realizes what he’s been missing. But he’s run from intimacy his whole life, sure he doesn’t deserve a woman like Lissa. He’s doing her a favor by walking away – or so he tells himself.

Frustrated and hurt by Cam’s distance, Lissa must nonetheless rely on his private security firm when an annoying admirer becomes a threat. The more time Cam spends with Lissa, the faster his defenses crumble. When the disturbed stalker finally makes his move, Cam will do whatever it takes to save the woman who’s slowly healing his wounded soul.

Lost and Found is the third book in the Tactical Solutions International series but can be read as a stand-alone.

Read an excerpt:
Cam Taylor was sleeping half-naked in her bed. No version of Lissa’s reality ever held that possibility. She may have entertained a few fantasies, sure, but here he was in the flesh. She had to remind herself it was only because he had a head injury.

As if on autopilot, Liss walked to the bed and perched lightly on the edge. With a gentle hand, she reached out to smooth the hair off Cam’s forehead, brushing it away from his newly repaired skin. His eyes fluttered open and a slow, contended grin spread across his face.

His look took her breath away. Heat warmed her belly. She inhaled his clean male scent, catching herself before she groaned out loud.

But then he blinked, his grin faded, and his brow furrowed, like he was remembering.

Liss dropped her hand to her side. “How are you feeling?”

“Not too bad, considering.” He reached up and gingerly touched the side of his head.

“Think you can sleep a little more?”

“Yeah,” he answered, yawning.

Liss pulled the sheets and blanket up over him, and spontaneously kissed his forehead, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Then, too afraid to look at him, she practically ran out of the room.


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What Didn’t Make the Cut?

When I’m working on a first draft, I know that some of what I put down on paper won’t make it to the final version. Often, I’ll cut between five and ten thousand words from my manuscript! That may seem like a lot, but Terry Pratchett once said, “The first draft is you telling yourself the story.” His words stuck with me. As the author, I need to know more details about a character or a world I’ve created than I’ll ever share with readers. Having those small yet important facts at my fingertips gives the story more consistency and authenticity.

Because I plan the major conflicts and plot points of my stories ahead of time, and because I get to my characters inside and out, I don’t tend to go down too many rabbit holes when writing. The novel I end up with is generally recognizable from the draft I started with, so the cuts are usually just me tightening up scenes. Oddly, that wasn’t the case with Lost and Found.

While Lost and Found is the third book in the Tactical Solutions International series, I actually wrote parts of it first. I’d just finished working on an installment in my science fiction series and I wanted to take a break from that story for a little while.

As often happens, new ideas begin to take shape while I’m in the middle of another project. I very clearly envisioned the scene in Lost and Found where Lissa is trying to escape from the stalker. She sprays him with a bottle of bathroom cleaner and runs through the house, only to find all the doors padlocked. There wasn’t much of a story to go with this scene yet, but it was pulse-pounding and terrifying enough that I really wanted to keep it!

After just a few weeks of working on my new idea, I had to return to writing my science fiction series, and Lost and Found sat in my files for about a year. When I eventually began developing the TSI series, I dusted off that partial manuscript, gave Cam a new and better backstory, and turned it into book 3.

This dusting off required changing more of the plot than I’m used to though, and deleting entire scenes which no longer made sense. I also switched from writing in the first person to the third.

The following scene is one I deleted before the story got too far off track. Cam is on protection duty because of Lissa’s stalker, but in this version the couple have actually lost a baby, a tragedy that precipitates their break-up. It was a haunting, emotional scene, but one that just didn’t fit with the newly revised story arc.
I’m getting my things together. Cam walks out of the bathroom and sees me about to leave.

“Where are you going?” He’s definitely pissed.

It’s Sunday. I panic. I have to go.

He must realize something is off by the look on my face, so he says in a gentler voice, “Liss you know you can’t go anywhere without me.”

I can’t take him with me, can I? But then I think, he has as much a right to be there as I do.

“Give me five minutes and I’ll take you anywhere you need to go,” he says and there won’t be a debate. If I want to go, he will be with me. I nod.

True to his word, five minutes later we’re in his car and he asks, “Ok where to?”

I swallow and look down at my fingers twisting involuntarily in my lap. “The cemetery,” I whisper.

He grips the steering wheel hard but doesn’t answer.

“I always go on Sundays,” I explain, my voice higher and tighter than usual. “Sometimes I have to go really early if I’m working, or late at night, but I don’t miss.” I’m rambling now and I sound a little unhinged, even to my own ears. “I like to make sure the space looks nice, you know?”

He grabs my hand in my lap and squeezes, silencing me.

It’s not far so we are there in a few minutes. I walk through the beautifully manicured lawn to the tiny stone monument. Cam follows wordlessly.



Maggie Clare is the pen name of award-winning speculative fiction author Tabitha Lord. 

When channeling Maggie, she writes all the naughty things! Her Tactical Solutions International romantic suspense series features hot hunky heroes, smart sexy gals, and nail-biting narratives. Count on Maggie to pair great story-telling with an erotic edge. 

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Friday, August 14, 2020

R.W. Buxton on creating the fictional world in Beverly Hills Torture

 



Welcome to the book tour for Beverly Hills Torture by R.W. Buxton! Today, he is taking us behind the scenes into his fictional world, plus sharing an excerpt. Be sure to follow the tour for even more information and extra chances to enter the great giveaway as you leave questions and comments along the way.

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Beverly Hills Torture isn’t necessarily an entirely fictional world, it takes place in Beverly Hills and Los Angeles. But there aren’t vampires in the actual world so I had to create a world they could live in.

There is a vast amount of vampire fiction. All with conflicting rules and abilities. From the dark shadows of Bram Stoker to the glittering vampires in Twilight. I’ll be honest I’ve read more than my fair share of vampire novels. But my favorites are those where there are limitations on the vampires. They can’t survive the sunlight and if they can there is an excellent reason for it.

So when I created Erin, I looked at all the bodies of work I had read. Even referred to a vampire encyclopedia (yes there is such a thing) that summarized all the myths, legends, books and movies. Then I thought about what I wanted my vampires to be.

I wrote the rules. What they could and couldn’t do. If they did something outside of those rules, there had to be a reason. Then I figured out how they fit into the modern world. How they made money, how they changed their identities and how they avoided detection. For example, in my world it’s against the vampire law, if you will, for a vampire to kill a human. Drinking blood is okay, but not killing. This causes colossal problems for Erin in Beverly Hills Torture.

Even though Beverly Hills Torture takes place in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles and Hollywood I had to create all of my establishments in and around those places. I spent a lot of time on Google Streets looking for areas that looked like they would work and then just set my locations there. Then blended them in with the actual sites and buildings around them.

World building for urban fantasy or paranormal romance isn’t nearly as difficult as it would be for Sci-Fi where it’s up to you to create everything from the planet to the political system and currency. I could work my novel into the threads of reality we are all familiar with, and just bend the rules a little to allow for the existence of vampires.



A frantic middle of the night call jolts Gerry from his quiet, but lonely life, back into a world fraught with dangerous creatures of the night. Erin's frenzied call leads Gerry across the country where he finds himself immersed in the luxuries of Beverly Hills and the seedier side of the Hollywood strip.

Sadness and longing grip him as he finds a blood-spattered room and Erin is nowhere to be found.

Alone in a strange city with nothing to go on can Gerry find and save Erin? Or is this the end of something never meant to be?

Her past has caught up with her and he's her only hope.

With a group of trusted friends Gerry takes on the impossible and gives everything to save Erin.

Beverly Hills Torture is the second novel in the Erin Kingsly series. Be sure to check out Capital Thirst.


Read an excerpt:

Nicolas walked back to the door. He turned and said, “This is a mistake. Mark my words.”

Erin watched him go, then sank to the bottom step of the grand stairway. Her head fell into her hands. This wasn’t the last she’d hear of the High Priestess. More messengers would come. Maybe they wouldn’t ask politely. Maybe they would try to force her. Maybe it would just be more groveling fools like Nicolas. Whatever happened, she wouldn’t give in to them. She wandered back up the stairs into her bedroom. The room she never slept in. It was her retreat though. She picked up the picture of her and Gerry again. He was so happy, and so was she. She saw it in both of their eyes. Honest and genuine happiness. Something she lost. It had been a year since things fell apart. It still felt like the first night alone.

She set the picture down and flopped on the bed. She lay back and tried to forget. But she couldn’t. It was still too real, too raw. Tears rose again and slid down her face. They were lost in her hair, and she stared at the ceiling. There was nothing she could do about her past decisions.

The only way to go was forward. Unfortunately, it would be a painful path.


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I love a good paranormal read, something about the un-dead haunts the fringes of my mind. Mix in romance, love, loss, and you have a great story.

I voraciously read everything, fiction, and non-fiction but always find myself turning back to the darker stories. I’ve always wanted to write and the dream became a reality with Capital Thirst, and the remainder of the Erin Kingsly novels.

I spend most of my days designing and building websites, but my free time is devoted to my wife, family, and cats. Yes three grown children and three cats. Things can be hectic.

For fun you might find me driving winding roads with the top down or out photographing nature.

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Wednesday, August 5, 2020

Jeny Heckman chats with characters from The Warrior's Progeny



Welcome to the book tour for The Warrior's Progeny by Jeny Heckman! Today's post is a lot of fun, as she imagines a conversation between her characters that would have changed the entire story. Enjoy that and an excerpt from the book. Follow the tour for even more. And then be sure to enter the giveaway!



Colton Stone is a newly traded tight end whose reputation is as battered as his football helmet. When he receives a vacation invitation from his new teammates, he accepts. There he collides with Dr. Lillian Morgan, a pediatric cardiovascular surgeon, and doesn't know what to think.

A widow with two children, Lilly travels to Kauai to attend the wedding of a friend and witness the union she lost three years prior. When she meets Colt, she struggles between letting go of her perfect past for an uncertain future.

Strange events begin to occur, out of the realm of normal consciousness. Black energy touches their world and the couple become pawns of the immortal Greek gods. Is the love between them real, or part of a larger prophecy?


Read an excerpt:
Lilly looked down at the football, lying prone and guilty in the sand, as realization hit her.

“Oh my God, Que! Are you okay?”

She examined Que’s head and neck checking for injuries, with rapid authority. A small goose egg already formed just above her right temple. A tiny cut opened in her eyebrow, from her broken sunglasses now laying in the sand, causing a small bead of blood to well up.

Used to the recklessness of her son and his friends regarding the sport, Lilly turned, gearing up for an impressive tongue lashing to teenagers.

“What in the hell...” she bellowed, turning around and smacking her face into the sweaty muscular chest of a massive redhead. Refusing to let the fourteen-inch height difference and the hundred and sixty pounds of additional weight intimidate her, Lilly balled her small fists on her hips, shifted her gaze up, and narrowed her eyes.

“What in the hell is the matter with you? You’re on a crowded beach with a bunch of young children and families. You’re a grown-ass man. Can’t you catch a football?” When he stared down at her in fascinated disbelief, she continued. “There is a wide-open park just over there,” she said, stabbing her finger in the general vicinity. “Maybe you and your little friends”— she looked over at all the massive men in his group, but continued undaunted—“should go over there and pull your heads out of your asses.”

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In the Heaven & Earth series, the Titans have fought the Olympian Greek gods and lost. Cronus, ruler of the Titans is locked away in Tartarus, in the underworld, while Zeus, ruler of the Olympians rocks his golden throne and has a lot of sex. Cronus decides to manipulate some key people to create a prophecy dooming the gods and releasing the last plagues upon mankind. Themis, an Oracle of Delphi, gets wind of it and inserts a caveat that allows the modern-day descendants of the gods to go on a quest to save the Olympians.

I feel like the whole thing could’ve been avoided if Zeus and Cronus got over themselves and each other and talked it out. I envision something like this.

“Hey dad,” Zeus began, “I know we’ve had our differences, but mom was really angry you ate all her children, and Grandma was super angry you re-imprisoned, the Cyclopes uncles, and the Hecantonchieres clan. Everyone wanted a new ruler, and I stepped in. Can we at least try to figure out some common ground, and make this work for the family’s sake?”

“No, I’m pissed off,” Cronus spat. “This was my kingdom. I had to cut off my father’s penis, to get it for chrissake, but I did it for the family and I was a good leader. I won my place here fair and square.” Cronus ran his thick wrinkled fingers through his hair causing it to stand on end. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“Okay, I totally hear what you’re saying, but try to look at this from my point of view. You have to admit you were getting completely paranoid.”

“Because my dad, said you were going to take over my kingdom!”

“You didn’t have to eat everyone! I mean come on, how would you have liked that?” Zeus looked at his father with large pleading eyes. “I know we can work this out. Heaven and earth are all chill again. The people are happy. These could be the greatest years of your life, relaxing by the pool, playing with your grandchildren.”

Cronus looked out into the dark murky depths of Tartarus. Water dripped somewhere pinging echoes off the rock walls. “I don’t know. What would I do? Could I get out of here?”

Zeus brightened, “Absolutely! I’ll tell you what, how about I give you the Elysium? The only people that get in there are the heroes and other gods. It’s absolutely beautiful there. You can rule the place without any interference from me, at all. Plus, it’ll be way easier on your joints with all that sunshine.”

“It would be all mine?” Cronus eyes his son suspiciously.

“All yours, with just three conditions.”

“What are those?”

“You get on some medication for your depression and psychotic tendencies,” the young ruler counted on his fingers. “You go see a therapist to get out all those unresolved issues, and you don’t second guess my decisions in public once I’ve made them.”

Cronus remained silent, trying to come to a decision.

“Come on, dad,” Zeus said softly, placing an arm around the old ruler’s shoulders. “All this fighting isn’t doing anyone any good at all. Can we move on?”

Cronus looked into his son’s eyes, and recognized the truth in them. “Okay, you have a deal, but if I think you’re doing something wrong, I’m going to tell you.”

“As long as you do it in private, I’ll listen to every word and take it all under consideration.” He raised a hand. “That’s a promise.”

Cronus extended his own hand, but thinking better of it, drew his son in for a hug. Zeus patted the proud old man gently on the back, then leaned into the embrace and closed his eyes.

Thank you so much for joining me today! I truly appreciate your time and also a big thank you to Andi and Books to Light your Fire for hosting me. This was a lot of fun!


Award-winning author, Jeny Heckman, was born in Bellingham, Washington, and was the youngest of two daughters. She met her husband, Jeff, in August 1992, and eloped three months later, at Magen’s Bay, on St. Thomas, U.S.V.I.

She wrote her first book, the Catch, in a few short months but took several years before she gained the courage to self-publish it at her son’s urging, and her love for writing began.

In 2018, Jeny knew her next project would be a series that showed adults could have adventures in the paranormal-fantasy genre too. So, she created the Heaven & Earth series, a story of doomed Greek gods and their only salvation, their modern-day descendants. Her first book of the series, the Sea Archer, was immediately picked up by the New York publishing house, the Wild Rose Press, and won, “Best in Category” from the 2018 Chanticleer International Book Awards.

In the year 2020, Jeny released, Dancing Through Tears, a short story from the anthology, Australia Burns: Volume Two, highlighting the Route 91 massacre from the perspective of one family at the concert, and at Mandalay Bay. She also intends to release, the Warrior’s Progeny, and Dee’s Cornucopia, in 2020, continuing the Heaven & Earth Series.

Jeny lives in Washington State with her husband of over twenty-eight years.


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Thursday, July 9, 2020

Parallels between author Bob Liter and his main character in the Nick Bancroft mystery series



Authors often put a lot of themselves into characters in their books. Bob Liter's daughter sees a lot of her father in Nick Bancroft, the starring character in his mystery series. Today she's telling us about it, plus there's an excerpt to enjoy. Check out the whole series and be sure to follow the tour! Plus enter the great giveaway at the end.


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There are many parallels between the author Bob Liter and Nick Bancroft. I should know, I am Bob Liter’s daughter, Martie Liter Ogborn. While preparing Dad’s books for publication discovered how much of himself he put into the character Nick Bancroft. For comparison, here are a few examples of hard-boiled and soft-boiled Bob Liter.

Years ago, when I was old enough to date, my Dad, Bob Liter saw me kissing a boyfriend in the foyer of the local bowling alley. When I got home that night I was met at the door, sat down
, and given a long lecture on the inappropriateness of kissing in public and how important it was not to give the impression of being a slut. At 17, I didn’t even know what a slut was, probably because of a sheltered Midwestern upbringing. On the soft-boiled side of this same picture, just a few months later, my Dad went out of his way to tell a woman I babysat for “Thank you” for helping me get birth control pills.

Dad applied the English proverb “children should be seen and not heard” to my sister, brother, and me when it came to engaging in childish conversations in the living room during a television show he was watching. Sometime that meant a paddle was applied to the perps back side. On a sentimental note my sister, Jeannie, said the only time she remembered our Dad, Bob Liter, crying was when the family dog, Whiskey, died.


Back to the Point of Murder, you decide if Nick Bancroft is favoring the soft-boiled side of things or the hard-boiled side as he nails the killer of his friend and exposes Centrel City’s hidden secrets.

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IN THIS "GRIPPING" MYSTERY THRILLER SOMEONE TRIES TO BURN NICK BANCROFT ALIVE, BEATS HIM SENSELESS, USES HIM FOR TARGET PRACTICE AND WORST OF ALL HIS BELOVED CHICAGO CUBS DISAPPOINT HIM AGAIN! SOMETIMES A PI JUST CAN'T CATCH A BREAK! BUT WHEN HIS CLIENT IS A SEXY NUDIST, NICK BANCROFT WILL PUT UP WITH JUST ABOUT ANYTHING!


When a sexy nudist hires him to protect her from whoever is threatening her life, Nick Bancroft becomes the target. Someone tries to burn him alive, beats the hell out of him and, since that didn't run him off, uses him for target practice. Meanwhile, two people are murdered, Nick's true love, Maggie Atley, is more than somewhat perturbed by his relationship with his client, and a mysterious club seems to hold the answer. Nick survives an exciting but still losing season by his beloved Chicago Cubs, a vicious attack by a couple of huge dogs and eventually puts the finger on the bad guys.


Nick Bancroft Mysteries, written by Bob Liter

I'm an ex-newspaper reporter who inherited a run-down, one-man detective agency. My name is Nick Bancroft. I used to do investigation work occasionally for a friend Jimmy Jackson, who left me the business and stuck me with an office on the top floor of an old building in the wrong end of town.

I would have refused the inheritance, but I was sick of working where news had been converted to entertainment. And, besides, Jimmy had paid six months’ rent in advance for the office with a small apartment attached. Since I inherited the business I have helped solve a murder and got some press as a result.

In a small town like Centrel City, you can find bribery, graft, kickbacks, political influence peddling, criminal cover-ups, and sometimes murder. Now when I get involved in a case, there usually is a story I can sell to the upstate Chicago Times. I didn't expect to make a living as a private investigator and freelance reporter, but I was wrong ... sort of. It beats making money for someone else and it leaves time for my almost favorite sport of bowling and my passion for the Chicago Cubs.

It’s all in a day’s work; I can be tough enough when I have to be. On the other hand, I can be soft for the ladies, especially for an on-again off-again lover, Maggie Atley. Nothing is ever as it seems and I don’t quit until I find the answers. My name is Nick Bancroft.


Murder by the Book, written by Bob Liter

Nick Bancroft inherits a rundown detective agency and embarks on a new career as a hard-boiled detective. When date rape drugs show up in Centrel City, so does reporter Nick Bancroft. The drugs are discovered at two different murders with sex etiquette books left at the scenes. Nick is hired by the first victim’s father, Ramsey Sinclair, to find the killer. A Chicago detective, Miss Faustine, is also hired by Mr. Sinclair to work “closely” with Bancroft. His focus is interrupted when he begins a love affair with receptionist, Maggie Atley, from a neighboring office.

Bancroft is banking on solving the murders and selling the story to the Chicago Times. As the case unfolds there is enough danger, drama, and deception to fill a book. Nick finds few things are as they seem and in his enthusiasm he becomes the target of a shooter and also the target of charming Maggie Atley’s affections.



August is Murder, written by Bob Liter

A sexy nudist hires Nick Bancroft to defend her from threats on her life; Nick volunteers to provide 24-hour protection. Now, he is the target and August becomes even hotter when someone tries to burn him alive. Nick is not one to turn tail and run, especially now with two murders and Lady Godiva to protect. Nick's true love, second only to the Cubs and bowling, Maggie Atley, is more than somewhat perturbed by the arrangement with his beautiful client.

After weeks of investigation there are still unanswered questions. Who are the bad guys? What does a mysterious club have to do with the murders? Can Nick survive another losing season by his beloved Chicago Cubs? Is this the last inning for Nick and Maggie?





Death Sting, written by Bob Liter

After an intimate breakfast together, while reading the paper to Maggie, Nick is baffled by a headline: Female Body Found Covered with Stings: The Sheriff Calls the Death an Accident. Free-lance reporter and private detective, Nick Bancroft, doesn’t believe it and is drawn to the case like a bee to honey. He learns the victim lived in a home for young unwed mothers who work as waitresses and hookers at a nightclub.

Murder suspects include an alcoholic handy man, the man and wife who operate the home, a nightclub operator and his henchman, and a sheriff's deputy. Everyone is trying to stop Nick’s investigation, including federal agents.

Even when he and his earthy lover Maggie survive being dumped in a deep lake with weights tied to their ankles, Bancroft is unwavering in his pursuit of the truth. Will Maggie and Nick’s romance sink or swim before the case is solved?


Point of Murder, written by Bob Liter

Nick Bancroft, a former investigative reporter, enjoys a mundane existence in Centrel City operating a one-man detective agency. He supplements his pauper’s wages selling news stories to the Chicago Times. In a small apartment, Nick and his roommate Maggie, share frivolous romantic lovemaking and the responsibility of feeding a stray cat that adopted them. On the surface it seems picture-perfect.

The bed of roses ends abruptly when Nick’s destitute young friend, Bobby Scalf, is found murdered with a blunt six inch spike in his head. Nick becomes a suspect when the second murder victim is discovered in the abandoned building where the boy lived.

While Nick tries to find out who killed the boy, he uncovers a web of corruption involving the town council, the school board, the police chief and the local newspaper publisher. Nick survives several attempts on his life, and that of his stormy lover, before nailing the killer and exposing the town's secrets. Solving the town’s problems may not be enough to solve the problems festering between Maggie and Nick. Is it really over?



And the Band Played On, written by Bob Liter

Freelance reporter and sometime private detective, Nick Bancroft, is tough enough when he has to be. On the other hand, he can be soft for the ladies. That's how he ends up at an outdoor band concert, with Maggie, a librarian, divorcee, and his very talented lover. Nick is front row center to witness the murder of a well-connected private secretary of an important political figure.

It doesn't earn him any points with the cops that he is on the scene before them, and it doesn't earn him any points with certain influential politicians that he won't get off the case. Not only is Nick drawn into the dirty details of the crime, someone is trying to kill him. During the investigation, Maggie and Nick come face to face with the events surrounding 9-11. Will the final case break their spirits and crumble their love, or will they emerge stronger and committed to life together?


Read an excerpt:
And the Band Played On, A Nick Bancroft Mystery - Book 5

A whip-crack sound bit into the air. A scream followed. The director's baton remained frozen in space. An instant of silence was shattered by, "Somebody help. She's bleeding. I think she's been shot."

The screamer stood in the third row to our left on the far side of the amphitheater. I dodged benches and people and raced to the scene. I put my hands on the screamer's shoulders and assured her it would be all right to rest her lungs. She collapsed and edged away from the body of a young woman sprawled on the bench. Blood dripped from the young woman's forehead.

I pressed a finger into her neck. No pulse. She was dead.

"Who is she? Is she really dead? Did anyone call the police?"

I stood on the bench beside the body, ignored the questions, and announced in my best imitation of authority, "Stay back. Don't disturb the scene."

Big Ed, breathing deeply, the cigar clamped at the edge of his mouth, said, "Who put you in charge, Bancroft?"

"Nobody's in charge until the police get here. I'm just trying to preserve the integrity of the scene."

A police siren grew louder and groaned to silence while the patrol car skidded to a stop on the edge of the parking lot. Two cops trotted down into the crowd and muscled their way to the death scene. One of them, Thomas something, a young guy with a square jaw, a big nose and brown eyes, said, "What's going on Mister Bancroft? The caller said someone was shot. We were just a block away."

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Robert T “Bob” Liter (1923-2008) was born in Hartley, IA to Charles and Hazel Liter and grew up in Des Moines, IA. His sisters June and JoAnn, joined the family before the decade was over. Bob was a U.S. Navy veteran, and was honorably discharged after two tours of duty, one tour in World War II and the other tour in the Korean War. A Graduate from Drake University in Des Moines, IA, he earned his degree in journalism, and married Lillian in 1950.

What Happened Next

I came along 9 months later; my name is Martie. I was soon followed by my sister Jeannie and two brothers, Jeff and Ron.

Later in Dad's journalism career he worked as a copy editor for the Peoria Journal Star, Peoria, IL until his retirement. Through the years he was also a writer. Early in his sideline career he was published in various True Confession magazines. When Dad retired to take care of Mom he continued to pursue his passion for writing. Much of his work has been available since 2002 in EBook format.

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It is my honor to introduce new readers to the Bancroft Mysteries where the character Nick Bancroft has an uncanny resemblance to my Dad, Bob Liter with his wit and bodacious gutsy approach to life. Then there is Nick’s on-again off-again lady, Maggie Atley, who is just like Mom, Lillian Liter, in the way she deals with a self-proclaimed “male chauvinist piggy.”

While Nick solves mysteries in the fictitious, but very real, community of Central City, IL he still finds time for his love-hate relationship with bowling, and his avid undying passion for the Chicago Cubs and Bears.

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Thursday, March 19, 2020

A look behind Vengeance of Grimbald by Richard Hacker


Fantasy meets thriller in Vengeance of Grimbald by Richard Hacker. Today he takes us behind the scenes of his book, the characters and the world he has created. Then you can also check out an excerpt to whet your appetite some more for downloading your own copy. Be sure to let him know what you think in the comments! And then follow the tour for even more fun and to enter the great giveaway!

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Battling evil through time and death.

Six hundred years after a fifteenth century scryer gains the alchemical knowledge to create a dark future in his own image, Addison Shaw inherits a destiny: to fight this ancient war that threatens all he loves with extinction. Using an alchemical pen, he writes himself into past lives, leaving his body in the present. Upon completion of his mission, he must die in order to break the link and return home. Addison, and his inking partner, Jules, are members of the League, a secret alchemist society of Inkers who protect the time continuum. They believe they defeated their enemy, Cuthbert Grimwald, known to them as Kairos. When he resurfaces filled with vengeance, intent on destroying the League, and acquiring the Alchimeia, a book of such power the League has hidden it for millennia, Grimwald leaves a path of destruction across centuries. As he quests for absolute control of reality, Addison and Jules pursue him through time and death in a desperate struggle to save the world from his vengeance. 

You might wonder where a story like this comes from. People who know me would say a twisted mind. LOL. But actually, it started with a fountain pen. I was holding a fountain pen one day and my mind wandered to the power of words. Human beings have been naming things since the beginnings of language. It’s how we find our place in the world and in some cases I think, gives us a sense of control. Or at least the illusion of control. So, what would happen if a character had a pen filled with alchemical ink that when he wrote the name and a date for someone living in the past, his consciousness would be transported into that person? What would he do with that astounding capability? And as with most technology, what if someone decided to use the alchemy to acquire power and control time itself? How would the protagonist fend off this attack on the time continuum and reality as he knows it? And then I put the fountain pen down, pulled out the laptop, and started writing.

The story goes all over the world, past, present, and future such as ancient Egypt; 19th century Alexandria; WWII Belgium; an altered present day Seattle and Tokelau Atoll in the Pacific; 1940’s Padang, West Sumatra; 17th century Delft, Dutch Republic; and Cromwell’s England. As the story in Book 2 unfolds the time continuum once again shifts, sometimes with subtle changes and sometimes with radical shifts in culture and technology. And my characters have to play on this multi-dimensional chessboard. So, I’m sure you can imagine, I had to be structured to the point of working from an outline and making notes to myself at the end of each writing session to keep me oriented.

But what drives a story are characters. I think you’ll find the protagonist, Addison Shaw, to be both an interesting and a complicated guy. He has a deep guilt and sense of responsibility for the death of a girlfriend when he rolled their car on a mountain road in a snowstorm. He carries the scars of that night, emotionally and physically with a damaged knee requiring him to use a cane to walk. He went from school athlete to disabled loner. As the story progresses, he will face even greater challenges and will have to find a way to heal himself enough to move forward. He’s also a bit of a smart ass, a little compulsive, more shy than he’d like you to think, and willing to act even when he’s terrified.

His partner, Jules, takes more center-stage in VENGEANCE OF GRIMBALD. She is a strong character, well-grounded, with a burning desire to seek justice for the murder of her parents, who were also inkers in the League, by Kairos. Unknown to her, she has died in one continuum, to exist in another. Given that a relationship can be challenging in one-time dimension, her relationship to Addison, who has known her in each, becomes complicated.

In in the fantasy world, many of the books lean toward fantastical world building far from our own reality. The Alchimeia Series has its feet on the ground, anchored in the actual. There’s a sense that, even though the story is fantasy, the speculative and historical elements feel very possible. I once heard Ken Burns say the attraction of professional baseball is that you can watch in the stands and think you can actually play the game. But of course, it takes tremendous skill to hit a 95 mph fastball. But it sure is fun imagining the possibility! In VENGEANCE OF GRIMBALD, readers can realistically imagine they could do the things these characters are doing. It seems possible. Which I think is an important message in our day and time. When life looks hopeless, when everything seems to be turned upside, the people who make a difference are not superheroes, but people like you and me, people who persevere in spite of the odds and do the best we can.

Thanks again for being a reader. Please check out DIE BACK and VENGEANCE OF GRIMBALD on Amazon. And I’d love to hear from you. Visit my website, www.richardhacker.com or on Facebook at www.facebook.com/RWHacker and drop me a line.





Addison and Jules, members of the League, a secret alchemist society of Inkers who protect the time continuum, believe they defeated their enemy, Cuthbert Grimwald, known to them as Kairos. When he resurfaces filled with vengeance, intent on destroying the League, and acquiring the Alchimeia, a book of such power the League has hidden it for millennia, Grimwald leaves a path of destruction across centuries. As he quests for absolute control of reality, Addison and Jules pursue him through time and death in a desperate struggle to save the world from his vengeance.


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The concussive force of the explosion scrambled the pod’s nav system, her pod, wobbling, flipping and twirling out of control. Jules fought to override the navigation controls, but the G-forces whipped her around viscously, her vision narrowing until she finally lost consciousness altogether.

Blackout.

With a start, she took in a deep breath, the ocean moving swiftly toward her. She reached for a manual control, something like a gaming control she once to use in a life that seemed so very far away. She pulled back on the stick, the water still rushing toward her.

“Come on. Come on, dammit.”

Without warning, the pod leveled out.

“Thank god.” Her heart pounded, but she took in another deep breath, grateful to survive. The moment didn’t last.

Like being caught in a Tilt-a-Whirl, the pod spun around as if top heavy, then crashed into the ocean like a stone skipping across a pond. Once, twice, three times, then hitting hard enough to submerge completely under the water. For a moment, disoriented, Jules sat frozen in place. Then survival instincts set in, holding fear back long enough to find a way out, a lever, a release button, something. She knew the pod was in motion, but she wasn’t sure in which direction–floating to the surface and light and life, or sinking to the bottom and darkness and death.

A sudden burst of morning light confirmed the former, the pod bobbing in the ocean. She scanned the surface. Addison. Come on, Addison. Where are you? But she couldn’t find another pod bobbing in the water. Meili had given her life to get them to Tokelau. Against her will she let the possibility enter her mind that Addison may have died as well. Rising and falling with the swells, Jules held her face in her hands and wept.



Richard Hacker, lives and writes in Seattle, Washington after living many years in Austin, Texas. In addition to the science fiction/fantasy novels of The Alchimeía Series, his crime novels ride the thin line between fact and fiction in Texas. Along the way, his writing has been recognized by the Writer’s League of Texas and the Pacific Northwest Writers Association. As a judge in literary contests shuch as PNWA and ChicLit, and as a freelance development editor, he enjoys the opportunity to work with other writers. In addition, he is the Sci-Fi/Fantasy editor for the Del Sol Review. DIE BACK was his first novel in the Alchimeia series.

Del Sol Press books by Richard Hacker are available at Amazon

The Alchimeía Series
DIEBACK: Book One
VENGEANCE OF GRIMBALD: Book Two

Other books by Richard Hacker:

Nick Sibelius Crime Series
KILL’T DEAD OR WORSE
BUZZARD BAIT
ALL HAT AND NO CATTLE

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Friday, March 13, 2020

Learning to Bend by Michelle Davis Guest Post and Giveaway


Welcome to the book tour for Learning to Bend by Michelle Davis. Today she is sharing with us a great guest post comparing writing and publishing her book to riding a bike. I actually understand her story so much better than I can even begin to tell you. Please enjoy and then read an excerpt from the book. Let her know what you think after you download your copy. Follow the tour for even more fun. And then enter the amazing giveaway!

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It's Not About the Bike by Michelle Davis – August 2019

Similar to Jenna, the main character in Learning to Bend, I’m challenged on a bike. It stems from my childhood. Let’s just say that I wasn’t exactly the adventurous type – I was happy playing with Barbies, reading comic books, and doing art projects. Still, I vividly recall my first bike – a Schwinn Stingray complete with a banana seat and a yellow and orange frame. I remember riding up and down our sidewalk– with training wheels on and our dog’s leash attached to the handlebars. Early on I figured out an “easier” way to ride. I think that I might have been the last kid in our neighborhood to lose the training wheels.

As I grew older my friends and I really never rode our bikes. Biking was more of a vacation activity – riding flat roads on a rented blue bike with a white basket hanging from the handlebars. To stop these bikes, you just peddled backwards. The seats were soft, and they had kickstands. Easy, plain, and simple.

But then I married a man who loved to mountain bike. One Christmas he gave me a “very nice” mountain bike. This was a piece of art that should have been displayed inside, not stored in our garage. It was beautiful, but it intimidated the hell out of me. Still, I tried.

Let’s just say it wasn’t a high point in our marriage. I think I called him words that one should never say to her husband. And then, as I disembarked at a red light, I managed to take off about six inches of the skin on my right shin as my leg scraped the metal pedal.

Yet I wrote it off to my first time out, so I tried it again. But that “easy” bike ride was anything but. Once again, I employed my less than classy vocabulary to ensure that my husband knew exactly how I felt about that experience. After that the bike never left the garage… until we sold it at a huge loss.

This experience pretty much confirmed my suspicion about mountain biking. That was “his” thing, not mine. But life has a way of twisting and turning. Two and a half years ago we found ourselves spending significant time in Bend, Oregon – a mountain biking mecca. When a friend offered to take me riding on the trails, I readily agreed. I was sort of athletic, and if I were going to be in Bend, then I needed to mountain bike, right?

Maybe not – I again managed to take another six inches of skin off my right shin. Yep, that damn metal spiked pedal was the culprit. Plus, I fell into a very prickly bush, which didn’t help matters. I felt that this was an omen warning me to stay off of mountain bikes. So, I took heed. Sure, I’d take my hybrid bike out on the road, but its thin wheels couldn’t handle dirt. I resigned myself to the fact that I would never ride these magnificent trails.

But then this past winter I started to spin a lot. It was an amazing workout, and here was the best part – I couldn’t fall off. I had finally found my kind of bike!

However, this summer when we returned to Bend, I missed spinning. Plus, I witnessed how happy my husband would be after returning from the trails. It made me wonder – since I love spinning and being outside, what would happen if I gave mountain biking one more try? I took a risk and bought a mountain bike.

The second day out on the “baby” trails, I realized that my issue is not with the bike, it’s the feelings I experience while biking. When I’m riding on the trails all sorts of emotions emerge that make me uncomfortable:

- Will I fall and hurt myself?
- Will I look ridiculous?
- How can I navigate through the rocks?
- What if the ground is too sandy and gives out?
- What if I come across a dangerous animal?
- What if I make a wrong turn?
- What if I get left behind?
- Will I hit the tree trunk when riding between two trees?
- Will I break too hard and topple over my handlebars?

And the list goes on.

Being on a bike illuminated hidden fears, forcing me to second guess myself and doubt my abilities. It’s like trying on a bathing suit in a brightly lit dressing room – there is no hiding anything. All that you wish wasn’t there is in plain view. That is what riding a bike does to me.

But I want to become proficient on this mountain bike and maneuver the easy trails so I can ride with my husband and friends. So, I have a decision to make. I either strap on my helmet and climb onto this bike, or I play it safe and avoid those uncomfortable feelings.

It’s a similar dilemma I faced regarding self-publishing my book, Learning to Bend. Keeping it as a word document on my laptop would be safe. No one can judge my writing, criticize the characters, or laugh at the plot. But if I want to grow, expand, and see what I can truly become, I must put the manuscript out there, just as I know I must get on the bike if I want to have the joy of riding.

And who knows what will happen as I leave my comfort zone and try. Sure, I may fall down or my book may not sell. But that’s not what it’s all about. For if I never try and fail to venture into uncharted waters, then how will I ever know what I am capable of?





Jenna Moore's flawlessly orchestrated life and engagement to Ben Kelly, “the perfect man,” vanish when she discovers a controlling side of her fiancé. Confused and unsure of who she is without Ben, Jenna decides to uproot from her safe, predictable life in Boston and move to Bend, Oregon, hoping to find her answers there. It’s when she meets Jackson, a former Navy SEAL who battles demons of his own, that Jenna finds the courage to let go of being perfect and embrace uncomfortable risks, transforming her life through forgiveness, compassion, surrender and acceptance. Yet the rewards from discovering her true self exceed Jenna’s expectations – not only does she find the greatest love of her life, but she also understands what’s kept her from learning to bend.

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I’m drawn to a solitary man with shoulder length thick brown hair sitting alone at a café table. I try not to stare, but I can’t help myself. When I get closer, I see a faint scar on his cheek. It intrigues me. He intrigues me. Yet it’s his captivating green eyes that truly catch my attention. I look in the opposite direction and make it appear as if I’m about to walk away. But I can’t, he pulls me toward him. I pause, actually freeze in my tracks before I find my body shifting in his direction. He’s drinking coffee and gazing at me. Who is he and why am I feeling this way? Doing my best to regain some composure, I try to avert my eyes, but they won’t stop staring at him. What is it? He’s not traditionally handsome – he’s more of a sensual “bad boy” type – nothing like Ben. Suddenly, I feel my throat tighten and butterflies appear inside my stomach. I become conscious about my hair. I’ve had a helmet on all day. It must look awful.

Stop it. He’s just some stranger.

Although he’s sitting, I quickly assess his height and notice his chiseled muscular build. I’m guessing that he’s older than me, by at least five or more years. Something deep inside of me begins to stir as I pass by his table. That’s when I hear, “Place the weight on your inside toe when you turn. You’re using your knees too much.”


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Michelle Davis, whose career path includes banking, teaching, and college admissions consulting, holds a B.S. in Finance from Lehigh University and a M.S. in Education from St. Joseph’s University. Through her blog, elevate, Michelle’s goal is to inspire others to shift their perspectives and welcome change as they realize their life purpose. A Pennsylvania native, Michelle and her husband enjoy visiting their sons in Boston and spending time in Bend, Oregon, the settings of her debut novel, Learning to Bend. To learn more about Michelle and how to elevate your life, visit www.michellemdavis.net.


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Wednesday, March 4, 2020

A Brief History of the Female Vampire by LT Getty, author of Dreams of Mariposa


Do you think you know it all about vampires? Test your knowledge with this brief look at the history of the female vampire, given to us by author LT Getty. Then check out an excerpt from her book Dreams of Mariposa before you download a copy for yourself. Check out the rest of the tour to learn even more! And best of luck entering the giveaway!

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A Brief History of The Female Vampire

Dracula is perhaps the most well known or iconic vampire in media, but the idea of female vampires occurring not only in Stoker’s work as his trio of vampire brides is not unique. Though not the first novel to feature a vampire, (that belongs to Polidori’s The Vampyre, 1816) the female Carmilla by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu was published more than two decades prior, in 1872 as compared to Stoker’s Dracula’s publication being 1897. Historically speaking, these novels came much later than the history and legends of female vampires. If we go beyond the word ‘vampire’ and look for common traits, such as beings that drank blood and were uniquely female, we see an interesting collection of stories that usually centered around demonic shapeshifters. 



Vampires as well as other creatures that drink blood can be found in many cultures throughout the world, and this is by no means a comprehensive list. 

Perhaps the most prominent figure in history would be the succubus, a beautiful demon who would seduce and sometimes even rape men, with her male counterpart being the Incubus. Stories of night terrors and night hags exist to this day.
We can find more specific cultural references to monsters who drank human blood, and oftentimes were always female. The Jewish legend of the Estries, is about a female shapeshifter that only fed on the blood but could walk on holy ground. In ancient Greece there were no shortage of monsters classical heroes had to vanquish. One was said to be the Empusa, a female shape-shifter said to possess a single leg of copper. They were thought be controlled by the goddess Hectate and seduced and then fed upon young men. Ancient Babylonians had tales of the mythical Lilitu, creatures that were thought to pray on pregnant women, and were especially fond of their newborn babies.


We don’t have to go into ancient legends to find inspiration to what would eventually become the early gothic works, our own history is often enough. While it’s common knowledge that many attribute Vlad the Impaler as the primary source, many cite Elizabeth of Bathorymight as one of the inspirations of for Dracula. Bathory’s notoriety comes from reasonable evidence she might be history’s most prolific serial killer, with her and several accomplices luring 10-14 year old girls to her castle for desire of work, then torturing them. Though it remains possible that there was political motivation to make accusations towards Bathory, more than 300 witnesses were called and she was accused of killing and torturing over 600 girls, with some of the more horrific accounts citing she chose to bathe in their blood to retain a youthful complexion. The number was never confirmed. The reality was she was found guilty and was only not executed because of her social standing and familial power. While some historians say she was placed under strict house arrest, it was said she was bricked inside a room in her castle. There is often no way of telling fact from fiction, and no doubt some of Bathory’s actions have grown into more legend than historical fact, however history will likely always remember Bathoryas as a real monster.
I intentionally chose to focus on the past in this post, but please don’t feel obligated to do the same. What are some of your favorite legends of vampire like creatures? Do you have any favorite female vampires that come to mind?



Every decade, Marie must leave her home and everything she loves to start anew. She can’t risk the locals learning the truth of her immortality, much less her vampiric need of feeding off fear. Fortunately for Marie, fear comes easily and she spends her endless days mourning the loss of her beloved.

When she is summoned to the leaders of the masquerade, she is persuaded to assist them in uncovering a mystery of powers possibly more ancient then their own order.

As a rare daywalker of exquisite beauty, there is no society Marie cannot infiltrate. Having spent the last few centuries growing into her abilities, she expects to learn of the old powers, and return to her lonely eternity of mourning.

She doesn’t expect to fall in love.


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I could smell the inside of the building as being more than simply old and in need of a maid. It smelled of old earth and iron. I sensed nothing out of the ordinary, which told me the devious one likely had means of cloaking. Curious, as most old houses at least had hints of hauntings.

He led me past a set of stairs and into what was probably once a receiving parlor, but he had many dusty tomes and tall bookshelves, and a ladder besides to get to the highest levels. One could not easily get to the furniture, which was draped in ugly fabric. Boxes and crates littered the floor. The cad hadn’t the sense to tidy up and make an effort when he knew he was having a lady visitor.

“How many of your kind are there in town?” Septimus asked. “More than a dozen?”

I laughed, looking up at the ghostly pale portraits. He had strange tastes in art, preferring a more stylized appropriation than realistic or idealized beauty. I saw a reference to ancient gods, destroying towns and descending upon mortal women to force upon them their demi-god offspring. Half-naked women in chains being molested was his true artistic preference, it seemed. I should have brought Rosa. Even if he only dabbled in finger-paints, she needed only half an excuse to show skin, and perhaps I could have rooted around and discovered what he was up to without his condescension.

“As…we like to keep to ourselves and go without detection, it is more like half that.” I didn’t bore him of the needs of the lesser of my kin. “Have you had many run-ins with my kind?”

“I was curious about how you go about feeding without being detected.” He turned his back on me and lit the fire almost too easily.


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L.T. Getty is a science fiction and fantasy writer who hails from the Canadian Prairies. When she’s not writing, you can likely find her driving an ambulance and dreaming about travel.

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Thursday, February 13, 2020

Creating Ruby, Wyoming from The Twisted Oak by Sarah Hadley Brook


Do you ever wonder how authors come up with the fictional towns in their books? It's a little bit more involved than you think, though it is a lot of fun to do. Today, author Sarah Hadley Brook tells us how she came up with her setting of Ruby, Wyoming. And she has an important question for you to answer! Be sure to do so in the comments area and then follow the tour to hear even more from here. There's even an excerpt for you to enjoy before you download your copy. Best of luck entering the giveaway!

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In The Twisted Oak, I wanted a small town readers could relate to. One filled with colorful characters—good and bad—and memorable places.

Once I came up with the details for Dwyer Ranch, I started researching Wyoming. I’m from Missouri, so I had a lot to learn about the state. And ranching!

I had a hard time coming up with the name of the fictional town until I was driving to my day job one morning and the name Ruby just popped into my head—I still don’t know where it came from! After confirming there wasn’t a real Ruby in Wyoming, I ran with it and began creating the various businesses and settings including the following:

  • The Sheriff’s Office
  • Ruby’s Diner: a classic-style diner that’s a staple on Main Street
  • Matthews & Renfrow, Attorneys at Law
  • Main Street in Downtown Ruby: filled with boutique shops and small businesses
  • Ruby Nights Bar: the local bar where Wade’s younger brother, Landon, performs with his band
  • Ruby’s Gems: the local jewelry store

So, hmmm, maybe I went a little overboard with Ruby, but after spending so much time working on this story and building up the town, I just couldn’t help myself! And if you enjoy The Twisted Oak, you can follow the characters—and new ones—in the sequel, which also takes place in Ruby.

I wanted the small town to be quaint, but modern, with a touch of nostalgia and I hope what I created reflects that to the readers. I am building on the town in the sequel.

If you were building a small town, what would you want to be present? A Starbucks? A McDonald’s? Maybe an Olive Garden? I’d love to hear your thoughts!




Wade Dwyer's life is turned upside down when his father dies and he learns he must marry or he and his siblings will lose the ranch. One last jab of the knife from his father. On top of that, his father's only friend knows about the stipulation and is determined to own the property by any means necessary.

He's facing the very real possibility of being the reason his family loses their home when his brother's best friend, Lance Matthews, offers to walk down the aisle with him. A faux marriage to the man he's loved for years is a torture he isn't sure he can endure.

Can he keep the ranch ... and the man of his dreams, too?



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“This is nice,” Wade said as he moved closer to the pictures. Lots of family photos, some of his graduation. It was like a timeline of Lance’s life. When his eyes fell on one photo, he stopped, leaning in. It was a picture of Wade, Casey, and Lance on the sofa, playing video games. Probably one of the many nights Lance spent there as a teenager. But Lance wasn’t watching the game. He was staring at Wade.

“I remember that night,” Lance whispered, suddenly by Wade’s side.

“Brings back memories,” Wade admitted. “Who took the picture?”

Lance blushed. “Landon had been bugging us to let him join in on the video games, so I handed him my phone and let him play something on there so he’d leave us alone.”

“Ahh, the little brother bribe. I know it well,” Wade said, grinning.

Lance laughed. “Well, he must have been bored, because when I got the phone back, there were a lot of new pictures. He took some of his room, the barn, the horses, and this one of us playing video games.”

Wade’s chest tightened. “You kept this one…why?” There was nothing really remarkable about the picture. Other than Lance staring at him. But that could have been anything. He could have said something funny or they could have been talking.

Lance’s cheeks pinked. “I just liked the picture.”

He cocked his head and stood in front of Lance. “No reason?”

The man took a step back, and suddenly they were in the same position in which they’d found themselves this morning in the hallway. Lance looked into his eyes and Wade’s heart did a somersault. Lance’s eyes were dark with desire.

“Tell me,” Wade ordered. “Tell me why you kept the picture, Lance. Why were you looking at me instead of the game? Were we talking?”

Lance shook his head. “No,” he breathed out, his voice shaky. “God, I remember like it was yesterday, though. Casey and I were playing a game and you came in and joined us. When you sat next to me…I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t even breathe.” He looked to the side.

Wade cupped his chin and tilted his head to face him. “Why? Tell me, Lance.”

Lance licked his lips. “Because I was crazy about you, Wade. And I was scared of my feelings.”


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Sarah Hadley Brook lives smack-dab in the middle of the Heartland and is the mother of two wonderful young men, as well as two cats. During the day, she works in the non-profit world, but reserves evenings for her hobby-turned-passion of writing, letting the characters she conjures up in her mind take the lead and show her where the story will go. When not working or writing, she can be found reading, working on dollhouses, trying her hand at new recipes, or watching old movies and musicals. In her ideal world, Christmas would come at least twice a year, Rock Hudson and Doris Day would have co-starred in more than three movies, and chocolate would be a daily necessity to live. She dreams of traveling to Scotland some day and visiting the places her ancestors lived. Sarah believes in “Happily Ever After” and strives to ensure her characters find their own happiness in love and life.

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