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Monday, April 04, 2016

White Wedding Spotlight




The creation of the Guardian Agents started with White Wedding.

Most authors are asked how did you come up with that idea? Or why did you do that? So I thought I’d talk about what started me down the path of the Guardian Agency Novel. First of all it really was just supposed to be one book, Ross and Shanna’s story but it wasn’t long before I realized I had 3 different stories to tell starting with White Wedding.

The first thing readers should know is that as crazy as some of the things happening in White Wedding seems, a lot of it actually happened or close enough. I of course took certain liberties hehehehehe.

The title White Wedding was a nod to the Billy Idol song as well as crazy frazzled brides. How many times have you watched a show where the bride has cold feet and at the first opportunity bolts from the church just before she says her I dos? Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride climbs out a window to get away from her groom, at least Shanna ran through the front doors of the church to get away after her groom after he was discovered kissing his best man. She didn’t even stop to give him a slap, her mom did it for her. Lol

I had her run off to the island of Margarita, a real place, it’s actually part of Venezuela. I was looking for some place exotic that wasn’t Jamaica or the Bahamas. I spent a week in Margarita, days after a military coup, fodder for another story. Anyway, I loved the place and that was my setting for Shanna and Ross’s vacation fling.

Once Shanna got back to town shit hit the fan with hang up phone calls. How many of you have gotten hang up phone calls? At the time I was getting these hang up calls and the caller ID would flash ‘number blocked’ or ‘out of area’ so of course I used it in my story. It was a telemarketer whose automated program had been stuck. Sometimes I’d answer and there was a recording other times it was just static and beeping. The phone company hadn’t been much help, I managed to write that into my story. I had also had a friend with a crazy ex who would call her and hang up just to irate her. I use inspiration wherever I find it. Lol

I created the dichotomy of a threesome in the story because I read a couple of books in the genre at the time and knew someone going through it. She accepted that type of relationship, and today talks about it quite openly but that’s her story to tell. Anyway, in White Wedding Shanna was having nothing to do with it, my story was about Shanna and Ross their relationship. I decided to make her ex-fiancé have issues, he wasn’t so much a really bad guy just desperate and lacking in judgment when it came to Shanna. And the character Ben, just plain exercised poor judgment, not to mention jealousy over Shanna, since Kevin really did love her.

As far as the crazy scene at the end, lol, ever been in an earthquake? Lol I have more than once. I knew I wanted to add an earthquake scene, how chaotic it can be, which is why I set it in LA. I used to live there. The funny thing is since I first wrote White Wedding I could have set it in Washington, DC. I happened to be in DC when there was an earthquake. I was on the 8th floor of an apartment building the building began to shake as I stood in horror staring out the window watching as bricks fell off the side of a building. Fodder perhaps for yet another story. Hmmm.

So there you have it. The background for some of the more pivotal scenes in White Wedding. After that Something Blue about a singer with a stalker was a piece of cake. Lol I wanted the heroine, River to have a long standing connection to both the stalker and her hero, Noah, to make it slightly different from other singer bodyguard storylines. In Wine & Roses I wanted to show that sometimes what you see is not always what you see with Eboni and Simon’s story.


WHITE WEDDING              SOMETHING BLUE             WINE & ROSES



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Tuesday, March 01, 2016

The Prison Guard's Son

THE PRISON GUARD'S SON

The idea for this story began with a random casual conversation with someone who had once been a prison guard. And me being me totally ran away with that thought and an idea was born. What if a male guard fell in love with a female prisoner and as a result they have a child? All the while she's incarcerated. But again me being me I didn't want to focus on the obvious consequences of their actions but I wanted my story to focus on the child and how events that happened before his birth affects him later in life. And so The Prison Guard's Son was born.

I hope you enjoy the story of Pike & Eryn.

“Now Sol. She’s an adult. There’s no harm in mixing, business with pleasure as long as both
parties can separate the two and understand it’s for our mutual benefit.” I know I’d done it before and planned on doing it again. Soon.
“Not when this one can come back and bite you in the ass. Not kidding Pike. She comes from an influential family. If they ever decide to go against you in court, pretty much on anything, you would lose.”
“Noted. Now, stop worrying. I promise, if anything happens between us I’ll make sure she understands it has nothing to do with business.” It was true. I keep my business separate from my personal, because I never allow any woman I ever sleep with to get personal. Other than the physical. That only last one night. I want no expectations and let any woman I sleep with know that from the first.
If they couldn’t deal then it didn’t happen. And yeah, so what if I’ve slept with most any woman that attracts me and some that I’ve worked with in the past? It was never more than once. I always tell them, if they can’t handle it let me know up front and it won’t happen. Only once did I ever have to replace my publicist because she didn’t believe my one night rule. Then again, it was not even for one night. I never spent the night with a woman. Ever. I preferred waking up alone.

Women got ideas when they fall asleep with you wrapped around them, or they you. So no…not going there. Not giving them that impression at all. Still, I instinctively knew, Eryn would take some work. Yet, in the end, I would get what I want. I always did. And from the moment she stared at me…I wanted her.
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Thursday, February 11, 2016

Featured Guest Post- Consenting Hearts Muffy Wilson



Consenting Hearts
by
Muffy Wilson
@SexyMuffyWIlson


Just as we cannot live without dreams, we cannot live without love. Love is not found, for love is truly blind. Lovers do not meet for they dwell inside of one another until the moment a whisper ignites the heart and a kiss touches the soul. And we call that the beginning...of life with love.

So on Valentine's Day, what better way to lay tribute to love and lovers than with a love story that just happens
not on purpose, not by design, not by any other intention than to live life and love without boundaries? To fly limitless into the arms of someone who completes your soul gives one wings.

Nothing can stop the power of love between a man and a woman.

This is a story about a professional woman, unlucky in love and tired of all things testosterone, who is erotically tempted by a female piano bar player and torch singer. Her intended tryst is derailed when she meets a Navy Seal in the lounge enjoying the sweet temptations of a Southern Comfort Manhattan. 

How does the night unfold for the strangers above the jeweled colored sparkling lights strewn like a bed in the valley below? Perhaps a twosome or maybe a threesome. Or...

Perhaps forever is only for a night.






She told him what she had done to herself in the ladies’ room, the slight smell of vodka and lemons on her breath escaping from full, ruby lips as he watched them move with each word and syllable. He was getting hard again; she could see the bulge in his pants. She described in detail exactly what she had done, how she felt and how it had made her feel when she emerged from the ladies’ room: strong, powerful, in control—hot. She leaned in closer and whispered into his ear.
“I am so tempted to guide your hand up to the wet desire you caused between my thighs.”
His bulge was quite obviously rock hard, as he no doubt remembered when she’d returned from the ladies’ room but in earnest at her seductive suggestion…
“I would be less than an officer and a gentleman if I didn’t oblige. I must confess,” Dylan said, “I thought I smelled the fragrance of sex on you, and you made me hard as steel—Navy steel hard…Jesus, Sailie…” Ordinarily, a comment like that would have brought some chuckles but the two of them were dead serious, staring into one another’s hungry eyes.




 “Last call for alcohol. You don’t hafta go home; you just gotta go. You can’t stay here,” the bartender hollered interrupting their locked gaze.
People started to shuffle around them gathering their things, collecting their coats and umbrellas, leaving. Sailie and Dylan had just gotten fresh drinks, so they had a few minutes to whisper and touch before they would have to join the others and leave. Shortly, the bartender started turning on lights and flashing them dim to high. That was the universal message that before too long, they would stay on. Sailie and Dylan were unconcerned. They had nothing but one another in their shared look. And Sailie thought of the torch singer.
The piano player stood, looked at Sailie and blew out the candle on her piano. In the flicker of the burning light, Sailie saw the invitation.
Dylan broke his gaze, stood and took Sailie’s elbow. “We’d better leave before they have us arrested,” he said. And they smiled, knowingly, at one another. Sailie was hoping there would be better reasons ahead to get them both arrested.
“Wait. Do you mind if I give my friend, Meesa, a ride home?”
“Meesa?” Disappointment hung on his voice.
“The piano player.”
“Oh…no, of course not. But, I have a small car.”
“No problem. I mean, would you like to have a nightcap at my house? I’ll ride with you and Meesa can bring my car when she is finished here. She doesn’t have one. You don’t mind, do you?” What could he say sporting that hard-on?
“No, I mean yes! I would love to come have a drink at your house and no, I don’t mind if she brings your car. I didn’t realize you were friends.”
“Well, yes, we’ve been friends for a little while. I’ll explain later. Let me give her the keys.”
As they rose to go, Sailie broke away from the man who had held her attention the entire night to the woman that held it now. She bent to the young woman’s ear as she slipped a twenty into the bountiful brandy snifter and inhaled the lavender fragrance she remembered so swell. Her aroma sent an electric bolt to the moist center of Sailie’s desire.
“Come to my house when you are finished, won’t you?”
“Yes, of course, I will. I’ve been watching you all night, both of you, but then you knew that,” the long-legged blond with the soft fingertips answered matter-of-factly.
“Here are my keys. We’ll have a drink. You will come, promise? Do you remember how to get there?”
“Of course, I said I will, Sailie. I’ll be here awhile cleaning up, but I should be there in about an hour. And yes, I remember how to get there. It hasn’t been that long—just last night.”
“You don’t mind him, too, do you?”
“Mind? Oh, lord Sailie, no. Are you fucking kidding? He’s gorgeous. And you look absolutely radiant. Is that an iridescent blush on your cheeks? You look beautiful.”
“Thank you, sugar. No, it’s not blush but excitement and a little bit of cum. See ya at my house.”
Sailie kissed her ear, the twenty safely tucked in the snifter, sucked her earlobe into her mouth with a little flick of her tongue and turned to the man that had her mojo melting.
“Come on, Dylan. Are you ready to go? I’ll ride with you to my house.”
“Ah, sure, Sailie. You, ah…you, ah, you kissed her…?”
“Yes,” Sailie turned and wiggled a wave to Meesa. “We’re close.”
“Oh, well, then…”




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Muffy, author of provocative romance about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and 'came of age' in France which forged her joie de vivre and love for books, writing and education.

Married and living in the tropical paradise of SW Florida along the Gulf Coast, Muffy dabbles in real estate, writes and enjoys life in the sun with her husband and wee Havanese pup, Burt. 
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Consenting Hearts A Very Special Valentine

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May 2016 ~  Sequel to The Para-Portage of Emily
July 2016 ~ Ribbons of Moonlight Sequel to Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences






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Monday, February 08, 2016

When Black Women Fall

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When Black Women Fall in Love

When Black Women Fall is a week long promotional tour of romance novels featuring African American heroines in the contemporary, historical, paranormal, new adult, and erotica genres.
Romance novels are increasingly featuring heroes and heroines of color, from Courtney Milan’s Brothers Sinister series to Nalini Singh’s Guild Hunter series. As society and its citizens increase in diversity so does the market. With more and more authors bypassing publishers and uploading these colorful romances on their own, starved readers now have a buffet of books to choose from.
In this promo, you will find that when black women fall in love it’s a sign of the times in these contemporary offerings:
In Farrah Rochon's All You Can Handle love was the last thing professional pastry chef Sonny White was looking for, but she finds it in a sleepy town with a motorcycle riding hottie.
In Lena Hart's Because You Love Me when an old desire is reawakened Sabrina will discover that even an imperfect love can triumph over all.
In Xio Axelrod's Falling Stars Hollywood actress' Val Saunders finds her career skyrocketing which makes her real-life attraction to her on-screen love interest come at the worst possible time.
In Ines Johnson's Pumpkin: a Cindermama Story having given up on fairy tales after falling for her toad of an ex, Pumpkin is afraid to take a chance on a prince charming who comes to her rescue.
In Kim Golden's Maybe Baby Laney must choose between the man who offers her financial security and the one who makes her mind and body sing.
In Victoria H. Smith's The Space Between Lacey has dreams of the opera, but life has its obstacles, namely a man  who lights a fire inside of her that challenges everything she thought she wanted.
In Christina C. Jones’ Inevitable Conclusions Friends? Lovers? Both? For Kora and Tariq, those lines have been blurred for a long time.
When black women fall in love it’s a magical affair as you’ll find in these paranormal stories of love.
In L Penelope's Angelborn he gave up eternity for love… and lost. Will Maia be his second chance?
In LaVerne Thompson's Angel Rising Thalya, a soulless creature, meets her match when she hungers for the love of the man assigned to hunt her.
When black women fall in love it’s a defining moment as you’ll find in this historical romance.
In Piper Huguley's The Preacher's Promise Amanda Stewart aims to teach newly freed slaves, but meets with the resistance from the town preacher. Can these two put aside their differences and come together?
When black women fall in love it’s full of growing pains as you’ll see in this new adult romance.
In Twyla Turner's Chasing Day Daylen is the shy cellist who falls in love with her best friend who also happens to be the popular quarterback.
When black women fall in love it can get a little spicy as you’ll find in this erotica novellete.
In Harper Miller's Entwined trouble finds Gabby when she meets an ex-marine looking to release a little tension.

In Rebekah Weatherspoon’s So Sweet Kayla is shocked when the sexy billionaire she meets on an online dating app turns out to be a dream in and outside of the bedroom.
From February 8-14, the intersection of Valentine’s Day and Black History month, check out these discounted romances and enter for your chance to win a giveaway basket that includes a Kindle, along with a few quintessential romance novels featuring black heroines, and a gift certificate for the beauty and cosmetics company Carol’s Daughter!
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Monday, January 18, 2016

Meet Tracy Kincaid and Freeing Lost Souls

FREEING LOST SOULS

By Tracy Kincaid

Book one in The Family Tree Series
Sarah Finny is an artist who prides herself on being a free spirit.
Her job sends her to Gettysburg, where she discovers a powerful connection to the legendary battlefield. While exploring the historical landmark, Sarah comes upon park guide, Bruce Wilks who has injured his leg.
After offering to help him, Sarah develops an unexpected attraction toward Bruce, which threatens her heart as well as, her cherished nomadic way of life. A powerful and mysterious entity brings them together hoping to enlist Sarah and Bruce in finding his own long-lost love and, thereby, freeing lost souls.
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Excerpt

ìHi, Iím Sarah Finny. I believe Bruce Wilks called to set up a costume for me.î
She looks at her computer. As she searches for the order, I look around the shop at tons of Civil War props. God, I wish my dad were here to see all of this. Iíll have to send him a picture of our little group in our costumes. He will freak out when he sees it.
ìAw, here it is. Let me run in the back to get it. Be right back.î She goes into the back room while I browse. I hear the bell over the door ring, and I turn to see Bruce walk in.
ìHey, you,î he announces as he walks over to me and gives me a hug. The hugging is a new thing, but Iím fine with it. I would love to melt into his arms someday.
ìHi, I was just stopping by to get my costume. What are you up to?î
ìSame as you. Figured I had a break from giving tours to swing by and pick up mine.î
ìI thought you had your own.î I laugh.
ìWell, actually I do. I think everyone who has grown up here has had several over the years, but I needed a new one. So I had Mary make me one.î He shrugs.
ìHere you go, Sarah,î Mary states as she comes out of the back. ìOh, hey, Bruce, you here to pick yours up as well?î
ìIf itís ready, I can take it. I was in the area.î
ìSure, give me a second,î Mary says as she lays my costume on the counter then goes off into the back again.
ìSo what are you up to now?î Bruce inquires of me.
ìI thought I would get some lunch. How about you?î
ìWould you like to get some lunch together?î
ìSure, that would be great.î
Mary comes back to the front, holding a bag for Bruce. ìYou two need anything else?î she asks.
ìNo, I think we have everything we need. Thanks again, Mary. See you soon,î Bruce says.
ìNice to meet you, Sarah. Have fun this weekend.î
ìThanks, Mary.î
After getting our costumes, we put them in our cars then walk to a little sandwich shop on the corner. We get a table outside since itís such a nice day.
ìSo, what is it that we do at this reenactment?î I ask.
ìYou will be at one of the hospitals they have set up in town. Youíll be pretending to be a nurse. Iíll be in the Wheatfield, at least during the battle. We just do what they instruct us to do. Itís really easy, actually.î
ìSo who decided what weíre doing?î I ask because I find it strange that Iím to be a nurse.
ìActually, the Historical Society works with the genealogy people. If some of the re-enactors had family in the war, then they base their roles on that. For instance, since Edward Wilks was wounded in the Wheatfield, that is where Iíll be. You, on the other hand, are a woman, not that there is anything wrong with that.î He grins. ìBut since you had a nurse in the war, they thought the best place for you was the hospital.î
ìI guess that makes sense.î
ìThose who didnít have anyone in the war fill in where needed. Itís a whole production, really. I just do what they say.î
ìIt does sound interesting. I havenít seen you around much. What have you been up to?î I ask.
ìTourist season. Why, you miss me?î he teases.
ìOf course. I thought you were my own personal tour guide. I didnít think I had to share you with anyone,î I tease back.
ìHow about I take you out before the craziness starts?î
ìSure, when?î
ìThat depends on what youíd like to do. Are you sick of the Civil War stuff yet? If so, we can go somewhere outside of town and catch a movie or dancing. Or we can stay in town and enjoy the festivities.î
ìYou dance?î I laugh.
ìIíve been known to cut a rug now and then.î He feigns being hurt.
ìWell, I canít dance worth a damn except what we were doing at the concert, but that really wasnít dancing, so how about the stuff in town?î
ìSure, itís actually not so bad. They have a festival that starts tonight. Itís your typical county fair type stuff, too much deep fried food, carnival rides, the whole nine yards.î
ìSounds like fun. So when are we going?î I wonder if that is how he sees it.
ìIím taking a few days off, so if you donít have anything pressing tomorrow, we could go tonight.î
ìItís a date, then?î I wish, crossing my fingers like I used to do when I was a kid, hoping something would go my way.
ìItís a date if you want it to be. No pressure.î He looks at me and blushes.
ìNo worries. I was wondering when you were going to ask me out on a real date.î
ìReally? I had no idea.î He smiles, showing those adorable dimples.
ìI thought I gave you enough hints. Guess Iím out of practice.î
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Tracy Kincaid

Tracy Kincaid is a native Southern California girl who recently transplanted to South Western Pennsylvania. A wife and mother of three. When she is not writing you can find her reading or crafting. She enjoys the outdoors, whether it be working in the garden or hanging out with family and friends. ìChanging Livesî is her debut novel.
Author contact links: Website: www.tkincaidauthor.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/tracykincaidauthor Twitter: @tkincaidauthor


  Book one in The Family Tree Series

Sarah Finny is an artist who prides herself on being a free spirit.
Her job sends her to Gettysburg, where she discovers a powerful connection to the legendary battlefield. While exploring the historical landmark, Sarah comes upon park guide, Bruce Wilks who has injured his leg.
After offering to help him, Sarah develops an unexpected attraction toward Bruce, which threatens her heart as well as, her cherished nomadic way of life. A powerful and mysterious entity brings them together hoping to enlist Sarah and Bruce in finding his own long-lost love and, thereby, freeing lost souls.
* * *

Excerpt

ìHi, Iím Sarah Finny. I believe Bruce Wilks called to set up a costume for me.î
She looks at her computer. As she searches for the order, I look around the shop at tons of Civil War props. God, I wish my dad were here to see all of this. Iíll have to send him a picture of our little group in our costumes. He will freak out when he sees it.
ìAw, here it is. Let me run in the back to get it. Be right back.î She goes into the back room while I browse. I hear the bell over the door ring, and I turn to see Bruce walk in.
ìHey, you,î he announces as he walks over to me and gives me a hug. The hugging is a new thing, but Iím fine with it. I would love to melt into his arms someday.
ìHi, I was just stopping by to get my costume. What are you up to?î
ìSame as you. Figured I had a break from giving tours to swing by and pick up mine.î
ìI thought you had your own.î I laugh.
ìWell, actually I do. I think everyone who has grown up here has had several over the years, but I needed a new one. So I had Mary make me one.î He shrugs.
ìHere you go, Sarah,î Mary states as she comes out of the back. ìOh, hey, Bruce, you here to pick yours up as well?î
ìIf itís ready, I can take it. I was in the area.î
ìSure, give me a second,î Mary says as she lays my costume on the counter then goes off into the back again.
ìSo what are you up to now?î Bruce inquires of me.
ìI thought I would get some lunch. How about you?î
ìWould you like to get some lunch together?î
ìSure, that would be great.î
Mary comes back to the front, holding a bag for Bruce. ìYou two need anything else?î she asks.
ìNo, I think we have everything we need. Thanks again, Mary. See you soon,î Bruce says.
ìNice to meet you, Sarah. Have fun this weekend.î
ìThanks, Mary.î
After getting our costumes, we put them in our cars then walk to a little sandwich shop on the corner. We get a table outside since itís such a nice day.
ìSo, what is it that we do at this reenactment?î I ask.
ìYou will be at one of the hospitals they have set up in town. Youíll be pretending to be a nurse. Iíll be in the Wheatfield, at least during the battle. We just do what they instruct us to do. Itís really easy, actually.î
ìSo who decided what weíre doing?î I ask because I find it strange that Iím to be a nurse.
ìActually, the Historical Society works with the genealogy people. If some of the re-enactors had family in the war, then they base their roles on that. For instance, since Edward Wilks was wounded in the Wheatfield, that is where Iíll be. You, on the other hand, are a woman, not that there is anything wrong with that.î He grins. ìBut since you had a nurse in the war, they thought the best place for you was the hospital.î
ìI guess that makes sense.î
ìThose who didnít have anyone in the war fill in where needed. Itís a whole production, really. I just do what they say.î
ìIt does sound interesting. I havenít seen you around much. What have you been up to?î I ask.
ìTourist season. Why, you miss me?î he teases.
ìOf course. I thought you were my own personal tour guide. I didnít think I had to share you with anyone,î I tease back.
ìHow about I take you out before the craziness starts?î
ìSure, when?î
ìThat depends on what youíd like to do. Are you sick of the Civil War stuff yet? If so, we can go somewhere outside of town and catch a movie or dancing. Or we can stay in town and enjoy the festivities.î
ìYou dance?î I laugh.
ìIíve been known to cut a rug now and then.î He feigns being hurt.
ìWell, I canít dance worth a damn except what we were doing at the concert, but that really wasnít dancing, so how about the stuff in town?î
ìSure, itís actually not so bad. They have a festival that starts tonight. Itís your typical county fair type stuff, too much deep fried food, carnival rides, the whole nine yards.î
ìSounds like fun. So when are we going?î I wonder if that is how he sees it.
ìIím taking a few days off, so if you donít have anything pressing tomorrow, we could go tonight.î
ìItís a date, then?î I wish, crossing my fingers like I used to do when I was a kid, hoping something would go my way.
ìItís a date if you want it to be. No pressure.î He looks at me and blushes.
ìNo worries. I was wondering when you were going to ask me out on a real date.î
ìReally? I had no idea.î He smiles, showing those adorable dimples.
ìI thought I gave you enough hints. Guess Iím out of practice.î


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Tracy Kincaid

Tracy Kincaid is a native Southern California girl who recently transplanted to South Western Pennsylvania. A wife and mother of three. When she is not writing you can find her reading or crafting. She enjoys the outdoors, whether it be working in the garden or hanging out with family and friends. ìChanging Livesî is her debut novel.
Author contact links:
Website:
www.tkincaidauthor.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/tracykincaidauthor
Twitter: @tkincaidauthor