Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Welcome to Peggy Chambers!!!


Penny Winters flees to her birthplace in Vermont to consider the marriage proposal she left behind in Salem. Complicating her already difficult decision, she is smitten when she encounters handyman Liam on the porch of the quaint Deerbourne Inn. A modern-day wiccan, Penny intends to contact her distant great-grandmother, who died on the cliffs when Willow Springs held witch trials. Penny needs advice, and the best time to connect to her ancestors is on Halloween. But she is not the only witch in Willow Springs, and they both have their eye on the same man. And who is the old woman who keeps appearing, telling her to go home? Penny comes to the cliff to seek Grandma's advice. But Halloween is an important holiday for a witch, and she is not alone on the cliffs that night. Penny will have to battle not only for Liam's attention, but for her life.

          Appearing from nowhere, the elderly woman, in a tattered dark dress stood in the middle of the road.  Her wild hair strung with branches like she had fallen in the forest before stumbling onto the highway.
Swerving to a stop on the side of the road, Penny threw open the door. Jumping from the car she raced back where the woman had been – and stood in the middle of the road turning around.
           No one was there.
           She spun in a circle three times, searching the woods beside the road for the woman.  Where could she have disappeared? The woman was there – Penny saw her. But no one could be found in the area, now.
             A horn blasted behind her making Penny jump and twist around.  The semi barreled down the highway and she leapt out of the way, running for her car.  That was real, and much too close.  
           “Go home.” The voice whispered in her ear. And once again Penny spun around.


Peggy Chambers calls Enid, Oklahoma home.  She has been writing for several years and is an award winning, published author, always working on another.  There aren’t enough hours in the day. Blooming Justice is her sixth book. She has two children, five grandchildren and lives with her husband and dog.  She adores travel and the great outdoors, even if it is just taking the dog for a walk and once ate wart hog pizza for lunch when she followed her husband across deepest, darkest Africa. She even climbed the pyramids at Chichen Itza.
She attended Phillips University, the University of Central Oklahoma and is a graduate of the University of Oklahoma.   She is a member of the Enid Writers’ Club and Oklahoma Writers’ Federation, Inc.  There is always another story weaving itself around in her brain trying to come out.
You can find her at http://peggylchambers.wordpress.com/  where she writes a weekly blog, like her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/BraWars, connect with her on Twitter at @ChambersPeggy, or on Instagram at champeggy.





Monday, March 25, 2019

Welcome to Jean Grant!!!!




 



Blurb:

 

Healing his heart…with her last breath.

 



 

1263, Scotland

 

Simon MacCoinneach’s vengeance runs deep. The blade is the only way to end the blood-thirsty Nordmen’s reign upon Scottish soil. His soul might be lost, but the mystical Healer he kidnaps from the isles could be the answer for his ailing mother…and his heart.

 

Isles-born Gwyn reluctantly agrees to a marriage alliance with this heathen Scot in return for the sanctuary of her younger brother from her abusive Norse father. Her brother’s condition is beyond the scope of her Ancient power, for larger healings steal breaths of life from her own body.

 

As Simon and Gwyn fight to outwit her madman father and a resentful Norse betrothed, Gwyn softens Simon’s heart with each merciful touch. Gwyn’s Seer sister foresees a bloody battle—and an end to the Nordmen—but Simon will also die. Will Gwyn save Simon on the battlefield even if it means losing her last breath?

 

Excerpt:

“I’m your wife, and still I am guarded?”

Simon shrugged though she couldn’t see. He’d given up on excuses. “What must I do to prove I won’t flee? I signed your marriage contract. I said my vows.” Her voice broke on those words.

Was she crying? He laid the tray of food on her table and approached. He didn’t touch her, as much as he wanted to link his arm within hers as they’d done during their walks. He reached inside his ganache and withdrew her small, simple dagger. Unadorned with jewels or carvings, it possessed a bone hilt and a blade worn from use. Likely from tree limbs, flowers, and household use. His smith had sharpened it and cleaned the hilt.

“Here,” he said, placing it in her lap. Gildy had retrieved the sheath from Gwyn’s laundered gown.

Gwyn stared at it, her fingertips dancing butterfly wings hovering over the hilt. After a moment, she drew her hand around it and pulled it from its leather sheath. She rose and whirled on him, the dagger pointed out before her, barely pressing into his chest.

He didn’t retreat as he met her fiery, misty gaze.

She made no move to remove the dagger’s tip.

Soul of the Storm (contemporary romance novella, part of Deerbourne Inn series):

 

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Blurb:

 

Tagline: Will love help her summit one more peak?

Charlotte MacGregor lost the thrill of conquering mountains five years ago when her sister disappeared on a hiking adventure without her. Still guilt-ridden, Charlotte heads for a vacation to rustic Vermont with a friend—where she's surrounded by reminders of her devastating loss and plagued with unanswered questions.

Matiu Christiansen is an outdoors buff. He works multiple jobs to save for his dream of owning an outfitter in New Zealand. He's never quite felt at home in the United States and he yearns for his Maori roots, but his attraction to Charlotte puts a kink in his plans to move home later this year.

Thrown together by coincidence, Charlotte and Matiu form a kindred bond through their shared love of the outdoors. Can Charlotte surmount her demons to assist Matiu on a rescue when a late-season snowstorm hits? And can Matiu help Charlotte heal from the pain of the past?

Excerpt:
      Charlotte sat on the top porch step instead of in a rocker. Her breath puffed in a misty cloud before her as she waited. Again, the scent of a fire from the back pit infused the air. She traced the knots in the planks of the porch with the toe of her shoe, ignoring her thudding pulse. Matiu shuffled through the side door. She rose to help him with the cups.

“Hi.”

“Kia ora,” he said, smile deep and teeth bright beneath the lamps. “It’s colder tonight.”

“You need a jacket,” she said with a nod to his thinner long-sleeved top that clung nicely to his muscles.

“I’ll sit closer to you. Nice quilt.”

“I’m always cold. I won’t have much heat to share.”

“Logging in my assessment file.” He tapped his temple.

She shivered from nerves as he settled beside her on the top step.

“Ya know, we could have tea inside,” he suggested.

“What about consorting? Besides, I like the clear sky and fresh air. Night is my time.”

He nodded. “Ah, clear skies are amazing. I prefer morning. Not sure about tomorrow. Neil’s sick with the flu, and so is Kelly. They work on the search and rescue team, and Kelly also does mucking with us for the US Forest Service. Seems like the germs haven’t left for the season.”

“Nor the cold temps. Both tend to bite us in the ass in April.”

“I was serious. You going to share that quilt with me?” He inched closer.

“Nope. Get your own.”

He pressed a hand to his heart. “Shot down!” Tea splashed as his laugh vibrated.

Her pulse quickened with the idea of sharing warmth with him.

He said, “I’m knackered. That paddle got me sore. Bit more wind today than I’d expected.”

“You’re not the only one.”

He was so close. She subtly inhaled his natural scent. She couldn’t place it. Probably his shampoo… combined with sweat and cooking oils. They sat quietly, unsure what to say next. His nearness upset her equilibrium. She drank the tea.
 




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A Hundred Breaths (historical romance with paranormal twist):

 

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Jean’s background is in science and she draws from her interests in history, nature, and her family for inspiration. She writes historical and contemporary romances and women’s fiction. She also writes articles for family-oriented travel magazines. When she’s not writing or chasing children, she enjoys tending to her flower gardens, hiking, and doing just about anything in the outdoors.




Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Welcome to Pam Mantovani



Audio narrator Juliet Ethridge moves to Montana to escape a stalker where she finds herself unexpectedly attracted to an intriguing cowboy who’s in charge of the ranch’s livestock. After the stalker continues to torment her from afar, he also takes charge of protecting her… soon their close proximity leads to more and Juliet’s starting to fall in love.

But this cowboy’s keeping a secret. Former Army electronics expert Walker Grant has been hired by Juliet’s famous mother to guard her daughter. As part of the elite Brotherhood Protectors’ force, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep Juliet safe. He’s determined to keep his hands off her, but he can’t deny the attraction flaring between them though he’s hardly permanent relationship material.

Juliet’s stalker shows up and threatens their lives and exposes Walker’s undercover mission. Now he’s got to fight to save her before he loses her forever…



















 
Audra Black is starting over, and the last thing she needs is another man. After all, she’s still struggling to get past the hell her ex-fiancĂ© put her through. Now, she’s ready to move on to a new life, new possibilities. And the first thing she’s going to do is get her pottery business up and running. First, though, she needs to find an inexpensive place to rent as her studio—and rancher Carter Montgomery’s old barn would be ideal. All she has to do is convince him….

Carter’s been fighting his attraction to Audra from the moment he first met her. But then she makes him an offer he can’t refuse, and suddenly, she’s there, in his barn, in his house, all the time. The temptation is killing him. Only Carter doesn’t do relationships—everyone in town knows it. Lucky for him, neither does Audra.

Before they know it, they’re involved in the perfect, no-strings fling. Only Audra’s past is about to catch up with her. And when it does, she has to decide: Is it time for her to run again? Or is what she’s building with Carter worth fighting for?
 






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Wednesday, January 30, 2019

All But the Fall...

It had been a long time since a woman had caught

his attention to this extent. Nope, he’d never had

anyone, even Pamela come this close. Something about

the chemistry between them was stronger than he’d

ever known could exist. She was consuming him fast,

and he damn well liked it.

Last night after checking on the horses, Jenna had

driven them to a local diner for supper. The meal had

been fine, but he’d caught himself watching her every

move as if he could etch a bit of her into his mind and

heart. Yep, he had it bad. And watching her drive away

opposite his direction for home had left him all but

empty.

The good thing was she hadn’t run again from his

touch, but it was hard to judge where the boundaries

were with her. What he really wanted was no limits—

holy damn, she was beautiful inside and out, and he had

a few ideas about how much he’d like to discover even

more. And while she’d told him of her past, which was

pretty trusting, he had to wonder if there was indeed

more. Someone somewhere had broken this beautiful

creature, and if he had his way, he’d bring her back and

hang on tightly for the rest of his life—if she’d have

him.


 


She’s running from the past…He’s running to her…


Stunt man Aaron Decker has his hands full raising his daughter, running his ranch and jumping horses for on a western television series. The job pays well enough for to purchase land to build a working ranch for older kids lost in the foster care system—much like he once was. What he doesn’t expect is to fall hard for beautiful nurse consultant, Jenna Wilder.

Putting a violent marriage behind her, Jenna Wilder has taken a job on the set of a western television series. With an infant son to raise on her own, she has no plans to ever trust a man again. So why can’t she get her mind off the soft spoken stuntman with a passion for horses? With Aaron, she begins to dream of a life she thought she would never have. But her past returns with a vengeance.

In a race against time, Aaron must convince Jenna to trust him in—and he will stop at nothing to save the woman who holds his heart.


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Thursday, November 1, 2018

Contraceptives in the Old West.

Writing romance in the old west is certainly not for the faint of heart, but as I dive back into the third story in my McCades of Cheyenne Series, I keep coming across the same dilemma—what was done for contraception back then? I mean a toss a hero and heroine together and well, even if not married things can get out of hand and I have to wonder if readers are wondering too about pregnancy even if the couple doesn’t discuss it.

As I writes these stories, I keep writing around the idea of just how women in the day kept from becoming pregnant. Hey, if I hurry and marry off the couple then it’s not really a big deal, but what about if the marriage might be a ways off in the story? So…I started doing a bit of research to answer my own questions and thought I could share this with some of the other writers who might be asking themselves the same questions.

Caution: PG-13 if you continue to read.  

Childbirth in the late 1800’s was a gamble for any woman given the complications and out west the lack of facilities of physicians made even a normal birth a huge risk for a woman. Birth control as a whole wasn’t widely accepted and should a woman birth a viable child, it might be she had a house full of children due to the lack of contraceptive ideas. The 1800’s was full of restrictions and law but held some of the highest abortion rates of any of the recent centuries, but women and even men weren’t beyond trying a variety of methods to keep from producing a child or more children.

Various methods of contraception in the Old West:

1-Abstinance-Providing a woman could convince her husband to stay out of her bed or possibly visit the local brothel instead.

2-Withdrawal-Which meant a man had to have the ability to hold off on the end result and had to have the ability to remove himself from the woman before his big finale. The problem here was the “guppies” at least a few escaped prior that same big finale and women often found this method failed them.

3-Sponges and douching-Sponges soaked in lemon juice were at times effective, as the acidity immobilized the “guppies” and the sponge blocked the path into he cervix. And lemons were not widely available and so woman might opt for Quinine which was proven to have little effectiveness when used with a sponge. There were also the women who opted for a variety of chemicals who caused them more harm than good and often ended in pregnancy anyway. Douching with various liquids and herbs might or might not work but often caused hard to sensitive tissues. Douching syringes were sold for the purpose and often with chemical like sulphates or Zinc or Iron to kill the “guppies”.

4-Cervical Caps were customized from a variety of items including beeswax and were easily replaced by the same wax that families used to make their candles, but without customized fits for security, the “guppies” found a way in more times than not. Some cervical caps were made of items such as wood and later rubber

5-Condoms did exist though as in modern day, men of the old west didn’t much prefer them, nor were they easily available or reliable. First condoms were made of sheep or pig intestine which could cost around one dollar each and men were often said to wash them out for re-use but of course each use lessened the security of leaks. And by the 1840’s rubber version became available, though failure rates were still in excess of 10%. Prostitutes were the first to readily use condoms to prevent pregnancy and disease, but it took a bit longer for married couples to venture into methods as such. Added to newer variety of rubber condoms was lemon juice, sulfur, zinc and a variety of other concoctions which didn’t lower the risk of pregnancy much more than the 10% of condoms alone and added to that was the costs and availability to a cowboy seeking a little pleasure from his women or wife.

6-Chemical or mechanical abortion. With little medical care, shortage of physicians and lack of resources, women did opt to “rid” themselves of unwanted pregnancies. A variety of harsh chemicals might terminate a pregnancy but often put a woman herself at risk. Toxic drugs such as Ergot and Quinine in large doses could terminate a pregnancy but also left the woman, if she lived with harmful effects from damage to the kidneys to excessive bleeding, anemia and potential death. With mechanical intervention the risks of bleeding and infection were extremely high and many women died. Women also wore tighter and tighter corsets, starved themselves, and caused themselves deliberate injury in order to end an unwanted pregnancy and it wasn’t until the 1850’s that anti-abortion protests began and 1870 when the act was banned by law.

7-Rhythm Method-Women who knew their bodies well, figured out their fertile and non-fertile days but this method of contraception was often not so reliable, given today we know that the “guppies” can live up to five or six days in the vagina and still manage to travel

Contraception was a bit different where Indian’s of various tribes were concerned. Because the Indian’s were nomads living off the land and often moving, children were spaced out for 3 to 5 years, given a mother could not travel and nurse more than one child with two small children.  Indian women often nursed a child for 3 to 4 years and during that time period was often abstinence and this was tolerated by the men, with most families consisting of no more than 3 to 5 children when compared to pioneer/western white families with twelve or more children.

Native American’s often utilized various herbs and plants to prevent pregnancy and it’s suggested some of these herbs work in this day and time:

1-Saskatoon Serviceberry

2-Indian Paintbrush-liquid concoction prevented pregnancy

3-White Turtlehead-Leave boiled for tea prevented pregnancy

4-One-Seed Juniper-Tea of leaves or tea of the berries drank every morning for 3 days prevented conception

5-Western StoneSeed-boiled roots, pounded and soaked in water and then consumed daily for 6 months would prevent pregnancy for good.

6-Bitter Cherry-dried wood form the plant was soaked in hot water and the water consumed to prevent pregnancy.

7-False Hellebore-Tea made from the root was consumed to prevent pregnancy

 
I couldn’t find much as far as rating all these plants in their effectiveness, but my guess is even today not one method of birth control is truly 100% effective…there is always that .00999% waiting to happen. Careful Cowboy….tread lightly. 

Monday, October 8, 2018

All But the Fall give away Oct. 15th! Pre-order now!




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Kiss Your Cowboy Small Scrapbook up for grabs! Just comment here that you have pre-ordered my new release ALL BUT THE FALL and you will be in the drawing held this Sunday evening around 7pm! (Only 1 winner)

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Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Look what Jane Lewis has out there new!!!


October 3, 2018

Release date for




The Barnstormer by Jane Lewis

 

 

Tell us a little about you and how you started writing. Are you a plotter or punster?

I dreamed of being a writer since high school. As a musician, I worked seven days a week all my life.  I always had a day job and spent weekends playing somewhere. My goal at retirement was to pursue writing, so I’m still working seven days a week and playing on weekends and loving every minute. I am a plotter. I make detailed character profiles and plot every chapter. However, my characters talk to me and I wake up in the middle of the night with their ideas as to how their story should be told.

 

When you choose your reads what are you looking for and who is your favorite author?

I have many favorite authors. I love reading books that my friends write. There are so many talented romance authors in our Georgia Romance Writers group. My favorite books are historical, I love cowboys, highlanders and pirates. I hate heroines that are TSTL (too stupid to live) and books that don’t have a HEA (happy ever after) or HFA (happy for now). The romance writing bug appeared when I read my first book by Kathleen Woodiwiss. ‘Shanna’ was the first I read by her but wasn’t the last by any means.

 

I know your new series happens in a small Georgia town in the 1930’s. Enlighten everyone on the town of Saplingville, Georgia.

My parents were born in Cedartown, Georgia (Saplingville/Cedartown – get the connection?), I was born in Atlanta, Georgia. As a kid we traveled the back roads to the small Georgia town many times. Listening to the stories from my siblings and my parents and spending time in a town where life slows to a crawl and no one was in a hurry appealed to me. I love the era of the 1930’s the music, clothes and rebuilding of a society after the Great Depression and before World War II.

 

What we can expect in the future?

I’m working on the third story called ‘The Lady Flyer.’ The early women flyers had an extremely hard time in the profession. Most men in that era believed a person of the female sex was incapable of flying an airplane.  Doing research, I found several smart and capable women including Louise Thaden who won the Women’s Air Derby in 1929 and of course the famous Amelia Earhart.

 

What do fans tell you they like most about your stories?

Being transported to a simpler time and place that is non-existent in the world we live in now.

 

What one bit of advice do you have for aspiring writers?

I started taking on-line writing classes and joined Romance Writers of America before I wrote the first word of a book. Don’t imitate anyone or worry about how  many words you write a day. I would get anxious if I didn’t do a daily word count but then when I started writing and realized there are more than just the words on the page. Research, editing, re-writing all takes time. I think as long as you are working on any of these, you are writing. To me, it’s the hours I put in not the words.

 

Anything else you want to add?

Kim, you are an inspiration! I love your stories and always look forward to release dates for your latest books.

 

 


Jane Lewis


 


 

Love at Five Thousand Feet http://a.co/d/7A8aI32

 

The Barnstormer http://a.co/d/01xOalh

 


 

 


Bio:

Before fulfilling her dream of being a published Romance Writer, Jane Lewis worked as a free-lance musician and teacher, and an analyst and manager for a large railroad company. She is a native of Atlanta and lover of all things southern. She graduated from Kennesaw State University, Kennesaw, Georgia with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Music. When she isn’t writing her next romance, she enjoys cooking, tending her rose garden, playing music, yoga and bowling with her real life hero, her husband. She and her husband live in a suburb outside of Atlanta. She is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and Georgia Romance Writers. She was a 2016 finalist in the Hearts Through History, Post-Victorian/World War II category for her first romance novel, Love at Five Thousand Feet.