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Romance can kill. All a girl has to do is harmlessly chat on the web with a killer, and she becomes the target of his twisted mind. Being ‘not worthy’ can be a real pain as he decides you need ‘cleansing’.
When a feisty cop gets it in her head to set herself up as a potential victim, all hell breaks loose. She sure gives the guy a run for his money, stirring his anger until steam comes out of his ears. Our hero cop tries to protect her, but comes up against all odds.
Can she escape from captivity by herself, or does her partner have to save her? Love abounds when these two put their heads together, making the cult member lose more than his temper.
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Ryland Sanders is a feisty, no-nonsense cop who protects her heart with her smart mouth. She has no friends, and every partner she’s ever had gave up on her long ago. When paired with a new cop, Ry pulls out all stops to get rid of him, but he’s not one to run.
Kane Nanuq is from the Northwest Territories on Baffin Island. He’s tracking a serial killer who murdered his wife and children. When he meets Ry, his carefully planned revenge is altered. She wants to become bait, but Kane wants to protect her. She cracks open his carefully guarded heart, even as she loses hers.
The duo work together to capture the killer, but neither of them realize they’ve lost their hearts to each other until it’s too late…
Normally, Ry wouldn’t give a care in the world about people talking behind her back, but for some reason the gossip cut her deeply. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she saw a bewildered, angry woman, who had no friends, no family, and no one to talk to. For the first time since her teens, tears pricked her eyes. Shocked, she watched in the mirror as they glistened for a moment. Anger finally took over as it usually did when she became vulnerable. Lifting her chin, and throwing her shoulders back, she swiped at the offending tears, finally able to achieve the control she’d been missing all morning.
Nobody—and she meant nobody—could hurt her! Not ever! She gave her reflection a quick nod, squared her shoulders even more, and opened the door with a bang, making her way back to her office at normal speed. This time though, she took a moment to give the cops in the main room her best ‘Go ahead, I dare ya’, expression. Not a soul would raise their eyes to meet hers. With a sniff of distain, she opened her office door and entered her haven…at least, it had been a haven until her current resident showed up.
Ignoring Kane, she sat back down, and noticed that her computer ran smoothly. About to snarl at him, she found that he’d set a hot cup of coffee down in front of her. Now how could you get mad at a guy, when he’d given you the only saving grace of the whole morning? Deciding it best to keep her mouth shut, she opened up a few files, doing her best to ignore the aromatic brew. It took all of a minute before she gave in, and grabbed the cup. When it sloshed on her pants, she squeezed her eyes shut, and waited for the pain to go away.
Kane took the cup out of her hand, and used his clean hanky to dab at the large stain on her thigh.
Releasing a loud ‘whoop’, she nearly came out of her chair at his touch, but for his hand on her shoulder holding her down.
“Sit still,” he said in a low murmur, continuing his ministrations.
In a million years, she wouldn’t ever admit to him or anyone else, let alone herself, that his touch made her belly flutter with a swarm of butterflies. Keeping her eyes on her computer screen, she did her best to appear unaffected.
For a few seconds, he tapped the keys on her keyboard. “There,” he said quietly, then returned to his desk.
Angry that she’d found an interest in him, she snapped, “I’m not going to thank you…for anything.”
He smirked, saying clearly, “I don’t expect you to.”
Author of Romantic Suspense and Paranormal Romance, I love a good tale. A full time author, I have plenty of time to work on my projects. I write, promote, and daydream about my stories all day long, fitting in my chores and family in my ‘spare’ time. Writing has been a healing experience for me. Having Bipolar II disorder, I go through hoops to remain focused, but I love to write and it takes me away from dealing with illness. I’ve come a long way into good health because of my stories. After all, my characters can do anything! There’s no reason I can’t.
Love is to DIE for…
This has been re-edited, about 1k words net added, and some were cut, so probably 1500 new words. It’s the same beloved story, continues the saga, and yet is a story of its own. I love werewolves. IN this book, we’re still on the reservation where I’ve lived much of my life, so we still have a strong Native American flavor to it.
Each group of weres, whether it’s wolves, cats, bears, etc., has their own flavor, just like people do. Full blooded Scots in America are not the same as full blooded Scots in Scotland. There are similarities and traditions that they’ve all handed down, but they’re not the same. How much more so are Americans different from say, Brazilians? As people, there are some consistencies to how our cultures evolve, but there are distinct differences and things that people identify with specific cultures. I hope that I caught the Eastern Washington Native Americans best light and gave you a sense of the people for the reader even though I made it all up for the werewolf society. I tried to incorporate the feel of the lands, of the people. I plan to do this with every book. Each pack, clan, pard, shadow, what have you, they will have the feel of the lands around them, as well as where they’re from.
In book three, we’re introduced to a character from the New Orleans area. She’s going to be a bit different than the clans from Sherona’s shadow, for instance.
In The Midwife’s Moon, we have a Mexican woman who’s been adopted into the Native American werewolf tribe, and has a lot to learn, but also a lot to give. Her mate, Lance, has been abused systematically by his leader. They’re both hurt souls who struggle with trust and with letting another person take care of them. But as their lives are on the line in this war in which the true enemy is hidden, they don’t get to pussyfoot around it.
Come, walk the walk with them. Feel their pain, their glory, their fears, their love.
The war isn’t as obvious as you might think.
The first night of the full moon, she showed up at the regular place. She waited in fear, apprehension growing at the unknown awaiting her. She worked to control her breathing. Minute by minute, her dread grew even though she tried to hold back her terror at being alone. Her stomach clenched and her body tensed against the cold ground. What if I die? What if I kill someone? With a newly found ruthlessness, she squashed those thoughts, telling herself he had to come.
But he didn’t.
Soon after moonrise, her scalp began to itch. Absently, she scratched it, but her hands began to hurt in a way she didn’t recognize. She rubbed them until her skin crawled with prickles of sharp, tender points. Her bones began aching, and she dropped to her knees as anxiety swamped her. What’s happening to me now? Trepidation rolled through her, causing her to feel lightheaded and queasy, so she sat back and tried laying her head on her knees to breathe through it.
Her body was on fire.
Her vision changed, moving from color to washed-out, to something in between, which told her “color,” but more. The pounding in her head increased, pushing the pain into her mind, and she crawled to the nearby pine tree and began scratching her back against it to get to the itch there. Her whole body was the fuel and the moon the flame, until an inferno danced within her in a macabre volley keeping her at a frenzy between human and not.
What have I done?
In his wolf form and hiding behind a tree, Lance Navarro watched the beautiful woman from a distance. What is she doing in an open clearing, alone, in the middle of the night? He mentally shrugged and turned to find an animal for their pack leader, Roxy Whitekiller, before she sent someone after him and punished him.
He shuddered. When beatings and scratches, her punishments were harsh, and they were worse when they were…not. A small whimper left him as he remembered the last session of punishments. Boris had helped.
He took two steps, then stopped as the breeze ruffled his fur. It wasn’t all that ruffled him.
His heart raced, saliva built up in his mouth, and desire quickened in his loins. He wanted her. But, how? His wolf wanted the woman as his mate. It couldn’t be. She was a human. He knew all the local werewolves, and he didn’t recognize her.
Almost against his will, the wolf side of him turned back to the woman it insisted was its mate. Lance crouched low and crept back to the clearing, this time moving closer to her position. She had moved so her back was against a tree and rubbed her body hard against the rough bark. The breeze wafted over him again, welcome on the warm summer night, but this time her essence contained—wolf.
His heart screamed in tortured happiness and denial. She couldn’t be. The only freedom he had from Roxy was that she couldn’t threaten his mate when he threw his little rebellions. He didn’t know how he would cope if there was a mate close enough for Roxy to torture. His beast roared inside.
No! Roxy would never touch his mate.
He lifted his head once more over the brush to see what she was doing and panicked. She’s gone!
Even though he felt an urgent need to run, he forced himself to look carefully into the clearing before slowly coming out of hiding. He had to be careful because they were in the neutral territory between his own pack, the Lupins, and the Wahpawhats. No one was supposed to hunt or feed in the area, nor were they allowed to mark their territory as a wolf. Even owning land under human laws entered shaky ground.
When he could detect no sounds or other scents, he went to the tree she had been sitting near and took a large sniff. He closed his eyes, and his torn and shattered soul sighed as he found hope again even as he took another deep breath of her essence. Ambrosia. But where had she gone?
Putting his muzzle to the ground, he started sniffing around, then froze. Under her scent, he caught the scent of the weasel from the Wahpawhat tribe who fed Roxy information now and then. Lance racked his brain for the name while he followed the scents, and it soon came to him—Joseph. Her scent never wavered from the other man’s, and jealousy started to worm its way into his mind. As they headed deeper into Lupin territory, he became sure the woman followed Joseph’s scent.
Joseph had a mate and married her not too long ago, if Lance remembered correctly. He recalled Roxy laughing and saying the poor woman, Joseph’s new wife, was stuck with a cowardly snake. Roxy had also mentioned how she would eat a man like Joseph before being stuck with him and in fact had done that very thing. Then she’d laughed as if it were a big joke, but Lance knew things. He had seen her eating another wolf in a vision, before her mate died. It had been his first clear vision, at age sixteen.
He’d run away the night he’d had that vision, scared of himself, frightened of his nightmares. Only when Roxy’s mate turned up dead did he realize his dreams and nightmares were not like others’. It had taken him a couple of years to learn how to determine dreams from visions, but he had.
Now, though, he increased his tracking pace. He didn’t need to be a soothsayer to know what Roxy would do to another woman trespassing on her land. And, although he wasn’t considered a strong Alpha in their pack, he would defend the stranger, with his life if need be. Frustration gnawed at him the farther he went without finding her. How far could she have gone?
Lance and Lisa fight fall out from the pack’s joining after Nolan beats the Lupa. Can they overcome their respective pasts and the pack’s current infighting?
Lisa is still reluctant to trust after her experience with an unscrupulous lover. Becoming midwife to the pack whom adopted her after her lonely transformation is the only sensible solution for her, but she remains apart, sure people hate her for being an aswan. Then she meets her mate. Can she overcome her trust issues and help him with his healing from an abusive Lupa?
Lance helped bring down his Lupa, but he still has scars left from years of her treatment. He’d found his mate before, but had to leave her to protect her. Would she be able to forgive him now? Something evil is in the air and pushes his visions in a manner new to him. Can he interpret what they mean in time to save the packs, or will Lisa pay the price?
Nolan and Alex are still struggling to find the lupa who put so much pain and killed werewolves, but they are finding a stronger presence whom makes Roxy look like candy in comparison. Can they help Lisa and Lance even as they struggle to find Alex’s mother and save her from Roxy’s clutches without causing a pack war across the state?
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Hello World! No really. This isn’t the rote WordPress hello, it’s me, author KD Rose saying “Hi.” I’ve been absent awhile due to illness and now I’m back. I’m here, maybe not running with the bulls but at least hobbling with the um, well, chronically pretty darn god-awful ill. But enough about that. I’m all about keeping it positive (except when I’m not). But see- things are looking up! Literally. This is a view from my yard so life can’t be all bad.
Add to that a wonderful husband, family, and even a wonderful publisher and I have a reason to dig out the old keyboard again. Ok, it was actually replace the new wireless keyboard which didn’t work worth squat with the old wired up keyboard that still works just fine, but that’s technical life for a plebian.
I’m posting on this date to mention that despite everything I have a new book coming out on May 21st, 2015- exactly one short week from now. Titled The Brevity of Twit, this humorous book is everything I used to be. Using the Twitter forum as a scroll, The Brevity of Twit yields humor, insight, and poetic vigor in a light read that will both lift your spirits and make you ponder. So take a gander. My publisher decided to publish it despite the absence of the entire being of the author (me). What more can an author ask for? The book will be on Amazon and other neat sites. I’ll post the links once the book is live.
In the meantime I’m going to un-pause and reinvigorate. It’s been awhile since I’ve sipped the creative nectar and I’m sure it will be as sweet, tangy, and ironic as I remember.
Humor in 140 characters or less.
A witty walk through the minefield of tweeting, twitter, and the many uses we have socially for it. From serious poetry to a scandalous take on improper grammar, this fast paced take on the brevity of chatting in 140 characters or less will have you falling in love with tweeting all over again.
Trending is when thousands of people across a state, country, countries, or continents, (depending on your settings) all decide to tweet about the same topic. This usually involves hashtags, a topic listed under “Trending,” and many, many people looking for their moment in the spotlight. Generally, trends are about something happening on social media, the news, movies, music, or taking place in the world at the moment. New releases, and celebrities often dominate. Celebrity deaths and death hoaxes also make their appearance. For example, as I write, #royalbaby is trending because that news was just announced and 3— not 1, not 2, but 3 trending subjects are about 1Direction. There is also a #HappyBDayCamCam trending about someone named Cameron Dallas who has 3.4 Million Twitter followers, and I don’t know who he is because, well, I’m old.
Not that these aren’t THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS EVER, but occasionally, just occasionally something will trend that is interesting to writers, or nerds, or writer-nerds like me. Sometimes these are more local trending subjects, but occasionally even God arises and says- “I am TIRED of Chris Brown, and Margaret Atwood is not tweeting today— Let the Higgs-Boson Particle be found!” Then suddenly science nerds and writer nerds and wordplay nerds form a bond. Higgs-Boson trends, writers have a field day, scientists nash their teeth at all the incorrect explanations going around, thunder claps, rivers overflow, and for a brief moment, even science makes twitter news.
- Higgs Boson- “The Force is strong with that one.”#laymangeekbutIcanthelpit
- Ok Kids: Higgs, Top Quark, Ultra High Energy Ray, TOE. In that order. I’ll be waiting for a report at dinner. Higgs Boson
- Wow- articles are now out saying US sees stronger hints of Higgs. Way to grab the spotlight for a dead collider. CERN is EU. Higgs Boson
- True- the US found hints of Higgs Boson too, but wasn’t up to more so it was kind of expected from CERN. Atom Smasher suffers collider envy.
- They might have found Higgs Boson. They might have not. Schrodinger is happy.
- Oh my- Higgs is now trending without Boson. Seriously!
- People who can make Higgs Boson jokes return my faith in humanity.
- Higgs Boson? How quaint. Where’s the (S)top Quark? What- did I just suck all the air out of CERN? Oh no wait that’s another experiment.
- Higgs Boson Why Science Works: There is no religion around supersymmetry.
K.D. Rose is an author and poet. With fellow authors around the globe, KD was also a founding member of the e-magazine, INNOVATE. K.D.’s book, “Inside Sorrow” won the Readers Favorite 2013 international Silver Medal for Poetry.
K.D. has an eclectic mind and loves language, physics, philosophy, photography, design, art of all kinds, writing of all kinds, symbolism, semiotics, spirituality, and Dr. Who.
K.D. Rose values the question more than the answer and loves creativity and innovation.
KD Rose is an avid supporter of music, the arts, cutting edge science, technology, and creativity in all forms that encourage us to expand and explore past the artificial limits we often set for ourselves in order to see the everyday connections that exist among all things.
She also currently has “Heavy Bags of Soul”, “Inside Sorrow”, and “I AM” – on sale at Amazon and other retailers.
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Cancer! There, I said it. Having had it myself, I know the fear and pain associated with it, however, I beat it 26 years ago. Now, I’ve known and lost so many people from the disease, that I stopped counting long ago. Cancer affects everyone. If you haven’t had it, you probably know someone who has, or does.
My beautiful niece just shaved her head to beat the balding that happens during Chemo. She’s beautiful with or without hair. Taking it one day at a time and never giving up the fight is the only way to beat it, or pass on, knowing that you did your best to win.
This disease is the worst! Have you ever read a book where the hero or heroine had to battle disease? Do they win in the end, or fade like a blossom? The best thing about writing is that your characters can overcome any challenge. My psychic ability characters have ultimate skills that will keep you enthralled. It’s great to be able to live in a world for a short time where magic-like skills keep people healthy, and take down life’s greatest challenges.
I’m going to write my next book in honor of my niece. She’s a fighter, and will win this challenge one way or another. We all love and support her. It’s difficult when we can’t see her in person for fear of giving her germs, which can effect her low immune system, but we’re with her on Facebook, on the phone, and in spirit. She’s a brave woman who’s been through a lot in her thirty years. She goes into anaphylactic shock when in contact with nuts, so I told her she should stay away from her favorite aunt. That would be me. I’m as nutty as they come, I think.
Sassa, we’re rooting for you all the way. To me, you are a hero! To people who every day have to keep up the fight, know that you are not alone.
Heart In Hand is my current story where the hero/heroine win against all odds. It’s not about physical illness, but a romantic suspense where the hero/heroine battle against challenges it seems they can’t win. I hope you will take some comfort in knowing that no matter how bad things seem, there is always good to balance your life.
BIOGRAPHY FRANNY ARMSTRONG
Born in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Franny Armstrong has written creatively since she was a child. Her mother always told her to write down her feelings and she did. When she was ten, she started writing and acting out plays in her garage for the neighborhood kids.
When she became ill in her forties, she used her writing skills to create stories that took her away. Living in the country with her husband and mother, three dogs, and two cats, she loves the silence when working on her books, when she can get it. With three full grown children and four grandchildren, she has a full life. Writing is her life now. Her main goal is to be a #1 Best Selling author and tour with book signings.
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“Breathless” is a romantic ghost about a young woman, Leah, who is traveling alone in the British Virgin Islands. The action begins during a scuba dive at a sunken wreck, supposedly haunted, when Leah discovers her oxygen tank is empty. This story is inspired a little bit from my own experience. I actually ran out of air during a dive about two years ago. Obviously, I survived. But, I’ll tell you, it was pretty darned freaky. In Leah’s case, she turns to one of the dive instructors, Dale, an Operation Enduring Freedom veteran, to get her back to the surface safely. The shared exhilaration of their experience forges a connection between these two. I bet you can see where this is going …
As the tour group moves from the boat to the beach for an overnight campout, Dale and Leah are drawn to each other. They discover they’re each searching for ghosts, but for very different reasons. Throw in a moonlight hike, a salt pond, a bonfire …
I love a little supernatural with my romance, so I set out to give readers a contemporary, real-world story, with paranormal flair.
It’s up to you to decide if Leah’s and Dale’s ghosts are real.
- Tell us about yourself and what brought you to writing?
I have a career that is very different from writing, but writing is something I’ve done since I was a kid, although not seriously until 2010. I tried to write my first book in high school, and even got a bunch of chapters done. I have it somewhere in my house. I should dig it out and see how awful it was. I started another one right around the time I began grad school, which took over my life, and I totally forgot about the book. Years later, I got the writing bug back. I found the book I started in grad school, threw out almost all of it, and then finished it a year later. I’ll confess: it was not good, but it was one of the best moments of my life. I wrote my second book the next year while rewriting the first—a task that took three years, and I’m sure an editor would still give me plenty to do on it. Now, I’ve written four novels and a whole slew of short stories, one of which is “Breathless.” In the last five years, I’ve grown so much as a writer, largely from meeting other writers and from practice. I must state: the network I’ve built—these people are incredible. I could never do this without them. We’re there for each other every single day.
- Do you believe in Bigfoot?
Absolutely not. But we’re Bigfoot fans in our house. My husband, Eric, bought us our very own garden Yeti, complete with a sign, warning everyone to beware. Eric’s Bigfoot impersonation is superb, by the way. Despite my skepticism, one of my future projects will contain a Yeti. My second book is called “Therapist of the Damned,” and it’s about a psychologist who discovers her patients are vampires and all manner of supernatural creatures. I love this concept, although I’m well aware that vampires are a tough sell these days; if I’m never able to get it published, I’ll probably continue to develop the stories, because they’re pure fun. So, one night, over dinner, Eric and I were brainstorming characters for my book. He suggests I add a Yeti to my series, and I’m like, no way. Then, I realize the brilliance of his idea. A yeti in treatment for social phobia! Too perfect. My main character will definitely need a larger couch.
They say write what you know, so Jessica Bayliss did. Her story, “Breathless,” was inspired by her own experience running out of air on a scuba dive—except without all the steamy romance and eerie paranormal happenings. Alas, real life. Obviously, she survived. Her genre-bending fiction holds a little something for everyone. A lover of ghost tales and horror since her days scanning VHS rental shelves–admittedly with eyes half-averted from the gory covers–a touch of the mysterious always finds a home in Jessica’s work. Romance with a dash of supernatural. Horror with a bit of humor. You get the gist. Jessica also writes across age groups and is a firm believer in the motto: there is a new reader born every day, whether young or not-so-young. Her work has been published by Leap Books in the recent young adult anthology, “Beware the Little White Rabbit,” and in Issue 31 of Sanitarium Magazine. She has more stories in her head than she knows what to do with and several pieces in the works at any given time, so be sure to keep an eye out for more from Jessica in the coming months.
A brush with death brings Leah closer to the ghosts she longs to find and throws her into the arms of the troubled scuba instructor who saves her.
Dale, an Operation Enduring Freedom Veteran, is haunted by his own restless spirits. He’s on a hunt for forgiveness, and the Caribbean Sea is his hunting ground.
The peace they search for lies in the bond they never suspected they shared.
Short: I’m seventy feet below the Caribbean Sea, and I’m out of air.
He breathes with me, using his pace to slow mine. It feels like too much. The stillness. Our breath as one. His touch against my face and unyielding gaze locked onto mine. I want to escape up to safety, but he won’t let me.
All I can do is trust him.