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Guest Post by Shari Elder about Unnatural Allies

Unnatural Allies (Shifting Alliances, #2 by Shari Elder)

Thank you so much for having me on your blog. I’m very excited to share Unnatural Allies, Book Two in the paranormal romance series, Shifting Alliances. Although part of a series, it can be read as a stand-alone novel.

Unnatural Allies (Shifting Alliances Book 2)
By: Shari Elder
Genre: M/F Paranormal Romance
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Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Blurb

A World in Transition
Violent fae encroachment on shifter land is heating up. With death tolls rising, the impossible becomes necessary – an alliance among predator and prey shifters.

An Inconceivable Love
Nicca Baron, lone wolf and wolf clan beta, finds herself under the command of Evan Grant, the rat alpha. In different circumstances, he’d be dinner. Or so her wolf keeps reminding her. Evan proves to be a perceptive leader, a skilled fighter and irresistible to her lonely heart.

To rule the rats, you have to rule the pack. Evan is a whiz at managing people and groups. Until he finds himself leading a mission made up of every single large animal that thrives on rat flesh. And not the kind between his legs. The only bright light is Nicca. Her storm gray eyes miss nothing, her brilliant mind comprehends everything and her succulent curves offer the perfect place for a rat to nestle.

An Impossible Future
In each other’s arms, Nicca and Evan discover love and a new perspective in an off-kilter world. But a wolf cannot mate with a rat, no matter the strength of the human attraction.

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Excerpt

Evan had never seen Nicca look frightened before. Those silver eyes expanded into saucers, and they were still beautiful. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, just hold her close as they both tried to process a world spinning out of control. Even his rat wanted to comfort her.
She was getting under skin and fur.
The last leaves hung limp on the branches, resisting winter’s pull. Away from the sidhe, the air had warmed, although the sky retained a grayish winter hue. Shifter bodies held heat, keeping them comfortable in the most brutal frost. Evan burned hot from continuous movement, the too frequent adrenaline spikes, and Nicca’s nearness. Everything about her fit, like she was made for him. That agile mind, open-mindedness, those lush curves. Hell, she even spouted poetry. He yearned to put a sign around her neck—no trespassing, this woman belongs to Evan Grant.
Except for that whole wolf thing…
“Why don’t we find a comfortable place to set up camp near Fairy Falls and call it a day?” he said to get his mind back to practical things, not wishing for something he couldn’t have. He told himself he selected the location as part of the mission. All species declared the pristine, wild falls a safe zone, so they wouldn’t need the wolves or eagles to stand guard. The fact that it was the number one rated site for shifter romances had nothing to do with the selection. Nothing at all.
No one would ever accuse Nicca of talking too much, but she was withdrawn even for her on the hike to the Falls. “Any suggestions on places to sleep?” he asked when her silence got too loud for him.
“I’ve, uh, never really been here,” she whispered, looking at the ground. “Just run by it on patrols sometimes.”
“And that makes you sad?” He itched to run his hand down her cheek.
“This mission makes me sad.” Her gaze stayed lowered as she walked.
His rat senses perceived a deep despondency wrapped around her like a black aura.
“This mission makes you angry, anxious, and confused. Not sad.”
“Who are you to correct my assessment of my emotional state?” She gave him a half-hearted snarl. He figured he’d hit an open, raw nerve.
“I lead this mission, and I will not have you fall apart on me. Right now, you are not okay.” He opened his arm, aping Rafe’s earlier action, inviting her to him to take comfort. “Let me help.” Let me touch you.
She visibly shook herself, ignoring his outstretched limb. “You’re right. I need space. Let me run as wolf.”
He dropped his hand, then nodded to cover the ripping sound his heart was making. “Stay close,” he said over the lump of disappointment lodged in his throat. “Give me your backpack, and I’ll find a place to sleep. Meet me at the falls when you’re done.”
Relief brightened her eyes. Once shifted, she brushed against his leg, then licked at his hand dangling by his side. He ran his fingers through her thick, gray fur touched with black and silver as she trotted off. “Grab some happy, Nicca,” he said into the air, as she raced out of sight. Come back to me. Accept me.
Alone, he hummed as he walked toward the falls. The low tune soothed his skittish rat, who hated being alone and wasn’t too fond of the woods. Rats felt secure in the pack. The human in him appreciated the red gold of the sunset streaking across the powder blue of the sky, weaving in and out of spiky, hunter green firs that ate up the landscape. Beauty truly did soothe an aching heart. The whirr of winter birds, a chorus to his ears, unnerved the rat. He picked up his pace, following the smell of ice and the roar of the falling water.
When he arrived at the falls, he saw Nicca standing at the edge of the descending water, running her fingers through the stream. That sadness he’d sensed earlier scented the air and dulled those unique gray eyes. Following a powerful intuition, he approached quietly, staying upwind so she wouldn’t notice until he stood directly behind her. She may have rejected his offer of support earlier, but he was determined to try again. His way.
She turned to face him, and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. He pushed behind one ear a lock of hair that was draped along her cheek. The tresses felt like silk, the skin velvet against his fingertips.
“Evan?”
He leaned over, touching lips to lips ever so gently. Giving comfort. Sneaking a taste. Exploring what might be. She pressed back, her mouth opening slightly beneath his. He sank into cherry and cinnamon, shyness and heat. She didn’t require a friend; she needed a lover. He desperately wanted to be that man.
He pulled back, falling hard for the blush staining her cheeks a bright pink.
“Follow me,” he said, taking her hand, and led her to the camping spot he noticed along the way.
To love a wolf.

About Shari Elder

Hello, I’m Shari. By day, I crawl out of bed, mainline coffee, walk the dog, get my kid off to school, hop on the metro, and save cities within the four walls of my office. Usually by email.

At night, the other Shari emerges. I take off the suit, curl up on the couch and let my imagination play, with words and images until stories take shape (while periodically checking on my teen-ager, hiding out in the bedroom and plotting world domination). As my alter ego, I save cities in a cape and spangled tights, wander space and time on a surfboard, fly over the Himalayas on feathered wings, make six-toed footprints in indigo talc snow on the sixth planet in the Andromeda galaxy or eavesdrop on Olympian gods while pretending to whip up a bowl of ambrosia.

In all these wondrous worlds, romance and passion blossom. I can’t resist a happy ending. And I am particularly prone to writing happy endings for those who have given up on ever getting one. That gives me immense satisfaction.

Join me on my journey. The best ideas emerge from team work.

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RWA Chapters — A Great Place to Meet Aspiring and Published Authors

Check out this great interview about the Yosemite Romance Writers–one of the many fantastic RWA chapters where aspiring writers and published writers get together to talk craft, marketing, and everything that matters to the writing process.

Guest Post–Vicki Batman

Today’s guest is award-winning and Amazon best-selling author, Vicki Batman, who has sold many romantic comedy works to the True magazines, several publishers, and most recently, two romantic comedy mysteries to The Wild Rose Press. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and several writing groups. An avid Jazzerciser. Handbag lover. Mahjong player. Yoga practitioner. Movie fan. Book devourer. Chocoaholic. Best Mom ever. And adores Handsome Hubby. Most days begin with her hands set to the keyboard and thinking “What if??”

Hi, everyone! I’m Vicki Batman and I like to write romantic comedy. Releasing June 1 is “Raving Beauty,” a fun short story, from the Just You and Me boxed set:

What if the love of your life was in front of you all along?

It began innocently with a few margaritas… Kelly Stinson is persuaded to represent Yahoo! Ranch Steakhouse in the Chamber of Commerce’s beauty contest. After an unexpected swan dive off stage, her heart goes pitter patter over the orthopedic surgeon who repaired her ripped up ankle.

Daniel Ackerman has always had the hots for his twin sister’s best friend. Much to his dismay, her doctor has taken notice of the dark-haired beauty and invaded his territory. That’s about to change when he moves in to help Kelly recover physically and open her eyes to what’s been in front of her all along.

Excerpt:

“I can’t believe I let your loony brother, who’s tormented me all my life, talk me into this.” With my eye on the teenage competition, I tugged the leg opening of my swimsuit into place to better cover my hip. “Just because I did some modeling in college doesn’t make me a pageant diva. Back then, I was incredibly skinny, and clothes fit easily.”

“Daniel’s a rat. He took advantage of your third or was it your fourth margarita, Kelly?” Maggie Ackerman, my best friend and roommate, adjusted the scarlet satin sash draped across my body. Glittery stick-on letters spelled out Miss Yahoo! Ranch Steakhouse. “Hold still.”

With an old-fashioned teasing comb, she picked my brown hair into place at the crown of my head. The eerie suspicion I resembled a scary dame with Big Texas hair from the television show, Dallas, caused me to avoid looking in the mirror.

“Close your eyes.” She hit me with super freeze-it hairspray. “Now, that ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

My personal stylist needed to work on her aim, preferably with both of her eyes open. I spit-wiped the sticky spot on my right cheek. I hope nobody I know sees me like this.

“There.” The scrunch of her nose reflected how pleased she was with herself. “Feeling better?”

Like a slab of beef.

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Towers of Earth — Future Suspense and a Heart-Warming Romance

J. C. Conway’s new release, Towers of Earth, is an exciting science-fiction adventure interwoven with a first-kiss teen romance that is central to the story and the young protagonist’s arc. Perfect for readers from middle-grade to adult, Towers of Earth is a captivating read with warmth, suspense and vision.

At the brink of an impending dark age, 15-year-old Allison Taylor escapes Earth on a colony ship to the stars. But a catastrophic quark drive failure forces a desperate, near-light-speed return a millennium into Earth’s future. Allison is surprised to find humanity in a “New Renaissance” and to see the Great Geostationary Towers her father engineered still stretching majestically from ground to high orbit, now housing Earth’s billions.

When Allison learns the “New Renaissance” is a mere façade, she struggles against crushing odds to reunite with her fellow colonists. Finally gaining the opportunity to flee again, she realizes her special knowledge of the Towers may empower her to break the Tower Administrators’ tyranny—but at the cost of her means of escape. Allison is torn. Will fulfilling her father’s dream be worth abandoning her chance to finally reach the stars?

TOWERS OF EARTH is available as an e-book at:

Kindle | Kobo | Apple

Other venues pending. The print edition will be available soon.

Rock Stars are a Trope

rock-starsRock and roll finds love–four coffees at a time

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Gabby Denis, a struggling fashion designer, is not stupid. There is something off about Nate Cooper. She just doesn’t know what it is. Not many men are willing to take a girl out shopping and pay for her new clothes. She’s also never been out with a man who seems to have women recognize him. Or one with friends that need a formal dress made. Of course, she doesn’t turn down the chance to make it!

Gabby likes Nate for who he is, not because he lends her a car and pays for some of her things. For the first time in ages, she meets someone who supports her, and she genuinely enjoys his company. But he never tells her what he does for a living…until she sees him on the front page of the news.

Although, for Gabby, rock stars are a trope from movies and romance novels, she’s going to have to decide if she’s willing to give a real life one a shot at loving.

Excerpt

“How’s work?” she asked, trying not to give away that she was prying. 

“It’s been slow, but that’s not always a bad thing.” He eyed her carefully. 

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Both Gabby and Nate stepped off the elevator and fell into pace together, but she made sure that he was leading the way because she had not fucking clue where she was going. 

It didn’t take long to get to a door that Nate unlocked and opened. He set Gabby’s suitcase down by the window. 

“Wow.” 

Gabby stared out the window, her eyes widening at the scene in front of her. The lights lit up enough for her to see almost everything, but the dark made it prettier. I can’t believe I’m in England. 

“Why did you do this?”

“What?”

“Why did you do this for me?” Gabby turned to look at him, waiting for an answer.

“I didn’t do it for you.” 

Her heart dropped. Gabby stared at him, trying not to show her hurt. 

“The truth is I missed you. I wanted to see you. I wanted to make an impression and give you a reason to want to see me again.”

Gabby was left speechless for a couple of seconds. “You really think I don’t have my own reasons for wanting to see you again? I promise you. Me wanting to see you again has nothing to do with you flying me here, as much as it means to me. I want to see you again because I miss you.” 

He stared at her, slightly taken aback based on the look that crossed his face. He looked away quickly. 

“Thank you.”

He said it so softly she hardly heard it. Gabby crossed over to him and touched his back softly. He stepped toward her, still facing away from her. Gabby didn’t say anything. She just stood there, her hand against his back. She tried to figure out if she should say something or not, but she couldn’t think of anything worth saying, so she just kept her trap shut. A few seconds passed but not long until Nate turned and gave her a smile. 

“I’ve got to admit I don’t have a lot of time to hang out with you, but I figured I could at least bring you out here, and we could spend some time together, and then Paige and Kenda would love to hang out, I’m sure. If you don’t mind hanging out with them.”

“No, not at all.” It wasn’t quite a lie. She wanted to hang out with Paige and Kenda. She was just nervous to do it. From what she could tell, Paige and Kenda were best friends. Although Paige had been really nice to her when it was just the two of them, she wasn’t sure she would be with a friend around. 

Don’t worry so much. Paige doesn’t seem like that kinda girl. 

Trying to shove the thought out of her mind she padded over to the bed and sat. 

“Does that mean I won’t get to spend much time with you?”

“Sorry, but no. I’ve got a lot of work to get done.” 

Gabby bit her lower lip. She nodded, not liking his answer but understanding it. 

“I’d try to get out of it, but I know I can’t.”

“No, I don’t want you to put off work because of me. I don’t want to be that kind of girl.”

A smirk spread over his lips. “See this is one of the reasons I love you.”

His words shocked her. Gabby snapped her head up, and she stared at him with wide eyes. Had she just heard that right? 

Nate’s eyes were wide as he stared at her. “I mean…” He struggled to find words, looking scared.

“I know. I mean you don’t mean you love me.” She cut him off. Of course he didn’t love her. “That’s way too soon.”

“Yes. Yes, right. Still too early for love. I just meant—” 

“I know.”

“Yes. Good.” 

Nate ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh. He refused to meet her gaze. She wasn’t sure what to say next. Just play it cool. Pretend it didn’t even happen. She cleared her throat. 

“So, you’re not going to take me sightseeing.”

“Sorry, no. I can get the girls to, though, if you’d like.”

“I’d love that.” Maybe a little girl time would be good for her.

 

About the Author

Kelly D. Smith is a 21 year old romance writer from Canada. After being homeschooled all her life she got her GED and has been pursuing her passion- writing- with the hopes of turning it into a full time career.

Smith is a personal improvement junky and loves excelling at challenges. She is a country girl at heart and loves spending the day outside with her 3 dogs and the cat!

 

A Heartwarming Guest Post by Author Amy Vastine

As the end of summer nears, kids go back to school and temperatures begin to dip low enough in the Midwest to allow me to wear my favorite sweatshirt. As much as I enjoy the warm-weather months, there’s something about the fall season that makes me feel particularly warm and fuzzy. Maybe it’s the holidays approaching, maybe it’s my love of everything pumpkin. Either way, this is a fabulous time of year.

It’s also the perfect time to cozy up with a good book. Don’t get me wrong, I love my beach reads and the books that we can gobble up poolside. But nothing compares to snuggling up in my Chicago Bears blanket with a cup of something warm (I’m a hot chocolate kind of girl) and a good book in my favorite chair.

a heartwarming holiday cover

This October, myself and 14 of my fabulous fellow Harlequin Heartwarming friends have put together a sweet and emotional holiday anthology for those of you just like me. A Heartwarming Holiday is 15 connected stories all set in the same place – Christmas Town, Maine. Each set of three stories covers the three upcoming holidays – Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years. All my favorites!

My novella, Peace, Love, and Baby Joy, is the Christmas story in the 24 North Pole Lane section of the anthology. It’s my take on the crazy world world of extreme Christmas light displays. You know what I’m talking about, right? These wild, over-the-top displays with half a million lights and laser shows set to music are on my Facebook timeline every holiday season. There’s even a show where families compete with other families across the nation, and it was this show that became the inspiration for my star-crossed-lovers story. The Warrens and Bakers have battled it out in the annual Christmas Lights Competition for years. They have a long history of sabotage, idea stealing, and one-upping that has led to a family rivalry reminiscent of the Capulets and Montagues. Last Christmas, Valerie Warren and Lucas Baker had thought the news of their elopement would bring their warring families together, but the rivalry ended up tearing them apart. Eight months after signing their divorce papers, Valerie returns to Christmas Town revealing a secret that could change everything this time. Little does she know, she’s not the only one who’s been keeping things from her ex. Lucas has a secret of his own to tell.

Family rivalries, secrets, and one epic brawl between two eighty-year-old grandpas. This story was too much fun to write and I hope that it’s as equally enjoyable to read!

Here’s an excerpt:

Amy VGramps was on a rampage, shooing the Warrens away. “Why don’t you take your pregnant granddaughter back to your side of the street? I bet you sent her over here to on purpose to twist the knife a little bit. Breaking his heart wasn’t enough, huh?”

“You sure do like to rewrite history, Joe. I think you missed the part where your grandson broke our granddaughter’s heart,” Valerie’s grandmother argued. “And we didn’t know she was home.”

“We didn’t even know she was pregnant!” her mother cried.

“She said it was Lucas’s baby,” his dad said.

“Oh, no, it’s not!” Valerie’s dad wouldn’t hear it. “There is no way I will allow my first grandchild to be a Baker.”

“Dad, please stop,” Valerie begged.

“Just you wait, John,” Gramps said with a sinister laugh. “I’m going to have my grandson name that baby Always A. Baker.”

“Over my dead body!” Valerie’s grandfather stepped off the sidewalk with his arm raised.
Gramps put his fists up, ready for a fight. “That can be arranged, you out-of-shape buffoon!”

Complete chaos ensued. Rick Fisher had to step in and stop the two old men from duking it out. There was more shouting, more threats issued. Valerie was in tears when she made her way over to Lucas.

“We’ll talk soon. Away from here. I’m … I’m sorry.”

He wanted to wipe her tears away and make those gorgeous blue eyes smile instead. Lucas should have been the one apologizing. This kind of thing was exactly what had torn them apart. Their families hated one another. They had hoped their love for each other would be a turning point and reason for their grandparents and parents to reconcile. Unfortunately, once they went public with their romance, everyone had done what they could to break them up.

“You sure you don’t want to go to the hospital? It’ll get you away from all this,” Rick said, waving his hand around.

Lucas stood, his eyes still glued to Valerie as she ushered her family back across the street. Her dark hair was longer than it had ever been, reaching the middle of her back. He wanted to chase after her, but knew better than to set foot on Warren property. She would find him when it was safe to talk all this out.

Valerie was pregnant with their baby. Their baby.

“I think you should go get checked by a doctor. Just to make sure everything is okay,” his mom said, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Dad says you got quite a shock.”

Perhaps his mom had misunderstood. Lucas had been shocked, but the biggest one had been delivered by Val not by the electricity. And there was no doctor who could make everything okay.

~*~

So here’s to fall and the holiday season. I’m ready for football games and falling leaves. Christmas shopping and holiday decorating. Most of all, I can’t wait for the release of A Heartwarming Holiday. What are you looking forward to as the holidays approach?

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Amy V Head shotAmy Vastine has been plotting stories in her head for as long as she can remember. An eternal optimist, she studied social work, hoping to teach others how to find their silver lining. Now, she enjoys creating happily ever afters for all to read. Amy lives outside Chicago with her high school sweetheart-turned-husband, three fun-loving children, and their sweet but mischievous puppy dog.

Other works by Amy Vastine:

THE MAGIC STOCKING / A Heartwarming Holiday
WEDDING AT TURKEY RUN / A Heartwarming Thanksgiving
EVERY TIME WE SAY GOODBYE / HQN Heartwarming
THE GINGERBREAD HEART / A Heartwarming Christmas