Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Happy Tuesday!  :)

 This post contains some awesome authors, ones I know you'll find as amazing as I have. In no order whatsoever, here they are. I am listing one book for each author. You may find their other books listed at Amazon. I will be highlighting more authors later this week.  Books meant for 18+. Reviews posted for those I have read.

Sabrina York


Selena Rivera

Jen Winters

CK Dawn

John Tucker

Victoria Joy Stolte

Review link:

My TBR list grows every day. Think I'll just stay in bed and read.  :)


Saturday, August 22, 2015

In an effort to share the amazing authors and books available out there, I will begin today with three... Julie Nicholls, Mistral Dawn, and Savannah Morgan. 

 Check out Julie's author page at Amazon.


From her bio:

"She's the owner of "Literally Sensual" on WordPress along with other writing friends, but is more known for writing Fanfiction and receives regular reviews.
The release of her first novel, Demon Within, encouraged her to continue writing a sequel and now Demon Within is the first in a series called "Fallen Angels". The second book in the collection, "Angel Within", was released in March 2015, and the final book in the series, Ascension Within, is due for release in Autumn, 2015."

Mistral Dawn's author page can be found here:


From Mistral's bio:

"Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US, but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay and neuter)! :))"

She has written three novels...Taken By The Huntsman, Bound By The Summer Prince, and her latest, Intrigue In The Summer Court.

Savannah Morgan's author page is here at Amazon.

From Savannah's bio:

"I live in Central MS with my husband and two dogs and live a simple life, which I love. I have an adventurous spirit and thoroughly enjoy seeing new places while meeting new and interesting people."

Check her bio for yourself. Savannah has a way of explaining that will leave you smiling. She has written four books and is working on the third in the Touch of the Irish series.

Each of these authors is outstanding. I have read everything they've written and highly recommend their books. Filled with well developed characters, more action than you can imagine, and hot romance, these novels/stories will definitely keep you entertained.

My reviews can be found at Amazon and Goodreads.

Thank you for stopping by.

Monday, August 10, 2015

I've been engaged in stress relief of late...listening to music, reading, and coloring. Although I'm not an artist, I've completed quite a few patterns from Julie Nicholl's STRESS BUSTER, a coloring book for adults. This book is filled with a variety of motifs and can be found at Amazon, link below.


Julie's designs come to life and you can choose your own palette.

It was a delight to color and shade these and I think you will find them relaxing and enjoyable as well.

Outstanding job, Julie!!

Sunday, August 9, 2015

For National Book Day....look what I found.

Featuring Touch Of The Irish, part 2....Wolfe's Heart. Get yours today!!!

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. `•.¸.•´ ♡ Wolfe’s Heart: Touch of the Irish Part 2
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(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸ Savannah Morgan
Wolfe's Heart now available. .99¢ or Free with Kindle Unlimited.
She is human; He isn't only human
She has been poisoned by Eros' arrow; He has the only thing that can cure her.
It's a battle of wills and a fight for the life of the woman the Gods made just for him.
Will Aidan be able to keep his pack in check while he saves Sam? Or, will Sam succumb to Eros' arrow and destroy all their happiness?
Star reporter, Samantha Porter, runs hot and cold on Sheriff Aidan Wolfe, as she battles against a poison she is unaware is turning her heart to stone.
Aidan has been attracted to Sam since she came to town, but she’s human and his pack doesn’t like the Alpha mating with a human. Aidan is running against the clock, battling Sam’s mood swings and his pack’s disapproval. This is one Alpha that could use a little fey help.
Maureen and Sheridan are here for him, but there are differences between Dragons and Wolves, differences Sheridan soon finds out.
They don't call it mating heat for nothing.

And here is Touch Of The Irish, book 1.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Today is Mom's birthday, and although she is no longer with us, her spirit remains,
 giving us a 'push comes to shove' when deserved, a hug and a smile, and a shoulder
 to lean on when needed. We love and miss you mom. The voice singing "Autumn Leaves" is my father. I thought it appropriate since they were married for over 50 years

If I could have one wish, I would be back in my mama's house. I loved her company.  She was a brilliant woman with a wicked sense of humor. I think she knew me better than anyone, although that is easy to say. She knew my many faults but never threw them in my face, and for the most part, she was a delight. We spent many times in the car on the way from one place to another, discussing ethereal topics, her mind wandering as far as mine. She seemed to know no limits in her imagination and I matched hers, finding her a joy. I don’t think I’ve ever found anyone as fascinating.  

I remember sitting quietly in Grandma Stewart’s kitchen when young, watching Mama cook.  She was a fantastic creator of food. Despite what you had in your kitchen, she would produce a delicious meal.  I asked her how she would feel if I died, and she answered, “I would cry for the rest of my life.”  That, to a paranoid kid, meant the world.

She was cooking dinner in a pressure cooker, leaning over to inspect the pot, and it blew up in her face.  I remember her consoling me in my terror, telling me that she would be fine as she was taken to the hospital.  I counted every second until she returned, her face wrapped in gauze.  Luckily, she suffered no real damage.

Another memory…she made wonderful donuts and shook them in a bag of sugar.  
She loved having me watch her cook and I loved it as much.

When I was around 12, my parents discovered I could sing.  I hid it from them for a long time, letting them think that it was the radio. She was so proud and engaged a German voice teacher near Chapel Hill to give me lessons.  She would sit in the car and read while I sang.

She was a voracious reader, everything she could get her hands on.  It tickled her when we girls shivered as she told us about Rasputin, the mad monk of Russia.  I’ve never forgotten the look on her face as she watched our reactions.

She had a good work ethic, often leaving home in later years, traveling several hours away to make a sale.  She could sell ice to Eskimos and virtually no one could resist her charm. I don’t think she ever met a stranger, no matter what race or nationality. She had many friends and was a friend to them as well. 

I miss you mom.

Friday, August 7, 2015

It's here! Mistral Dawn's third novel in her series. Intrigue In The Summer Court is live.! Get yours today! 

From Mistral:
Guess what??? The wait is over!!!!!! :-)  Intrigue In The Summer Court is now out and available from Amazon and Smashwords!!!!! :-)  Check it out, and please let me know what you think!! :-)

Intrigue In The Summer Court On Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Intrigue-Summer-Court-Mistral-Dawn-ebook/dp/B013IMFQXC/ref=la_B00NGXETSM_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1438895709&sr=1-3

Intrigue In The Summer Court On Smashwords:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/566871


Jillian knows something bad is going to happen! She has been a loyal adviser to the throne and friend of the queen, Briallen, for thousands of years, and now Roni and Uaine's wedding and coronation are to take place in just a couple days. The Summer Court will have a new king and queen, who, it is hoped, can repair the damage and heal the schism the late king created.
But Jillian can't shake the feeling that trouble is brewing. Many of the Summer nobles aren't happy about the changes that are taking place in the Summer Court, and many of the other Fae just aren't too sure about having a human on the throne...even if she has been blessed by the goddess. When Angelica, the leader of the Pixies, comes to her with news of a plot to murder the prince and princess, Jillian's suspicions are confirmed. Will the two of them be able to unravel this conspiracy in time to save the royal couple? Or will prejudice prevail, and the hope for peace in Fairie be lost forever?

And if you missed the first two books, get them here so you can read the series in order! :)

Book 1:  Taken By The Huntsman:  http://www.amazon.com/Taken-The-Huntsman-Mistral-Dawn-ebook/dp/B00NGANG5C/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_img_2?ie=UTF8&refRID=1S7KHWPRMFQ78EMFART7

Book 2:  Bound By The Summer Prince:  http://www.amazon.com/Bound-By-The-Summer-Prince-ebook/dp/B00U1QFOWC/ref=pd_sim_351_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=0M40B3FYRQGG4BBKVC8P

Want a sneak peek of Intrigue In The Summer Court?  Here you go! :-)

Chapter One

Jillian had a bad feeling.  The Sidhe's gaze flitted from one Fae to the next, her eyes combing through the crowd assembled in the throne room of the Summer Court.  Searching desperately for some clue as to the source of the threat.  For days she had stood quietly behind the queen, as Briallen welcomed the dignitaries who had traveled from all over Fairie to witness the wedding and coronation of Roni and Uaine.  It wasn't every day that new rulers assumed control of one of the Season Courts.
Once the young people were properly crowned, they would ascend to the throne of the Summer Court, and Briallen would step down.  Never had Briallen looked more regal than she did now, as she fought through her grief to represent the Summer Court during this time of change.  Jillian's heart broke for her queen, even as her trepidation built.
What Jillian found maddening was that she couldn't identify the source of her unease.  Ever since her encounter with the goddess, her instincts seemed to have been heightened.  At times, it seemed as though she could tell what would happen before it came to pass.  She was still learning how to use this new ability, but she knew that ignoring a gift from the goddess was never wise.  Right now, every instinct in her was screaming that something was wrong.
Taking a deep breath, Jillian reached into the bag that hung over her shoulder to pet the easy-going rabbit who waited inside.  The feel of Patches' soft fur under her hand calmed her, as it always did.  Her sweet bunny friend, sensing her disquiet, nuzzled her fingers in an attempt to reassure her.  Unfortunately, despite Patches' best efforts, Jillian's feeling of foreboding persisted without abatement.
She continued to seek any hint as to what direction the peril might strike from by observing the crowd.  Jillian noted that the Erlking and his Anamchara, Cassie, had finally arrived.  The presence of Fairie's Huntsman gave her some comfort.  A Fae would have to be bold indeed, and foolhardy, to instigate trouble in the presence of the goddess's own enforcer.  Still, Jillian couldn't escape a feeling of dread.
Her attention was caught as Ankou, the king of the Winter Court, approached Briallen and nodded to the queen.  Jillian marveled at how strong the king looked, despite all of his loss.  A weaker Fae would have long since decided to allow themselves to fade, but Ankou appeared as solid and powerful as ever.  The thought of his long eons of existence gave even Jillian, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, pause. As she observed the large male moving through the throng of Fae around the throne, her heart ached over the mantle of sorrow that surrounded him.
Shaking herself from her reverie, Jillian tried to focus on the nebulous feeling at the back of her mind and identify just what was causing it.  With so many gathered to celebrate Roni and Uaine's union, a premonition of danger couldn't be dismissed.  She shook her head; it was no good.  Any Fae with enough status to be invited to such an important event would have long since learned to control their reactions.  Perhaps if she withdrew and sought some quiet for meditation, then clarity would follow.
Just as Jillian turned away to find the desired solitude, she was approached by Angelica. As the head of the largest of the Pixie villages, the tiny Fae was, by default, the representative of the Pixies.  "Greetings Jillian, you look pensive," said the tiny Fae as she hovered in front of Jillian's face on wings beating as fast as a humming bird's.
"Angelica, welcome," Jillian nodded to the winged female. "I hope the Pixies are pleased with the new trade agreements."
Angelica gave her a predatory smile. "Oh, they'll do for now. But what could be causing you to look so serious on such a happy occasion?"
"Do I look serious?" hedged Jillian.  She made a mental note to control her face better, now was not the time to show weakness to outsiders.
"Oh, I think you know you do," the Pixie gave her a sharp look, "and I think I know why, as well."
Jillian just raised an eyebrow and looked at Angelica.  The delicate Fae's tiny face betrayed nothing.
"Do you think it is only the High-Court Fae who are capable of smelling trouble in the air?" Angelica gave the Sidhe a bitter look. "We lesser-Fae have noses as sharp as yours, my lady," she added, the honorific thrown in ironically.
Jillian's second eyebrow joined the first, just below her hairline. "I never suggested that you don't, and the only one calling you 'lesser', Angelica, is you.  If you have knowledge of danger brewing, then by all means, speak up."
"Ah yes, how could I have forgotten? It is a new day, with a new regime about to rise." As the Pixie spoke, she cut a contemptuous glance towards Uaine and Roni standing near the queen.  "The past is now over, and we are all one Court once again.  Not all of us forget centuries of injustice so easily, Jillian."
Grimacing but acknowledging the truth in the Pixie's words, Jillian said, "Ithel's behavior was inexcusable, but he is dead and his vision for the Summer Court died with him.  The goddess made her judgment known, and the wise will do their best to abide by it.  The past may not be forgotten, but we cannot change what was done.  All we can do is make the future better."
Sighing, Angelica crossed her arms over her chest.  She looked down, and then back up and cocked her head to the side. "Perhaps. We shall see. 
Your prince and his mate will be under close scrutiny, I hope you know that."
"Our prince and our princess are well aware that they have much work to do to heal the Court of past hurts. Is that the trouble you spoke of?"
Flipping her lilac hair over her shoulder, the Pixie gave Jillian a sly look. "No," she floated over to settle onto the larger Fae's shoulder, "I have reason to believe that the prince and the princess may not live long enough to be king and queen," she whispered into the Sidhe's ear.
Jillian gave Angelica a sharp look out of the corner of her eye. "Why would you believe such a thing?"
"There have been whisperings.  You must know that Logan and Deirdra's family is not pleased with their fate."
"That is hardly a revelation," said Jillian, thinking of how the Elf female had been killed by the spell she tried to use to murder Roni. 
"No, of course not, and you don't truly believe they will not retaliate, do you?"
Jillian fought to conceal how startled she was by the thought. "The goddess herself has bestowed her protection on the princess, and her blessing on the royal wedding.  Are Logan and Deirdra's relatives foolish enough to challenge the goddess?"
Angelica snorted. "Not directly, of course, that would be suicide. But you know perfectly well there are always loopholes in any magic.  All they need do is find one."
"Do you have specific knowledge of any such plots, or is this mere speculation?"
The Pixie gave Jillian a smug look, as she lifted off of the Sidhe's shoulder to once again hover before the larger Fae's eyes. "Why don't we go somewhere more private to discuss the matter?"
Jillian gave the Pixie a searching look and then nodded. "If you'll follow me...?"

I'm so excited for Mistral.  I'm buying mine today!

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Crazy Cat Lady here.

 I've been organizing pictures all morning and just have to share. We began cat rescue almost ten years ago and now have 9 cats. We love each of them and they bring so much pleasure. Let me introduce them.

This lovely lady is Oreo, the first of the three original ones we rescued. She is The Queen and rules the roost. No one bothers her...lol. 

Now grown, Oreo's 'children' were hilarious as kittens. I remember them running through the house en masse, and not being able to balance yet, their tails would be straight up.

This handsome fellow is Scrapper, the last of the original three to be caught. He is very intelligent and it took my son several tries before he could catch him. They played hide and seek for hours. Scrapper is a talker and we carry on extremely involved conversations. :)

Here we have Oreo, her sister rescued with her,  and Gizzy, the little calico. She was the last to join our feline household. I found her on the porch one morning, too sick to make it to the food dish. I brought her in, gave her a bath, and bottle fed her for a few days. Now, she is a healthy member of the 'glaring'.  Looked up the collective name for cats and I think that fits. Ha!

This is a fairly recent picture. All are present except for the sister of Oreo and Scrapper. She ran when I brought out the camera. I know, I have taken so many pictures that the expression on their faces looks like..."OMG, she's at it again."

We love our furbabies. I hope you've enjoyed meeting them.