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Just received the cover for the Anthology which includes my short story 'The Cave'. Published through Mythical publishing, this is a collection of some great stories. Will keep everyone posted on the upcoming release date!



March 4, 2009
I just received a contract from Wild Child Publishing for my full length novel, DRAGON WISH. This book is one of my heart. It's taken me four years to complete and another 1 1/2 to submit. I just didn't want to let it go.

The image of the dragons I've posted is one a fan gave me. I have it hanging in my house. I love looking at it. It reminds me of this story.





A vision, a wish, and a journey plagued by evil.

Cold, desolate cliffs and a white dragon’s blue gaze captures Seren Jordan in a terrifying vision. A universe away, Captain Paladin Fulcan struggles to overcome his grief after losing his wife and son. Seeing a shooting star, he makes a wish. But here on Avaris, wishes are forbidden and love forsaken. This throne-less dragonseed king’s destiny is intertwined with a mortal mate to create the One True Dragon King to rule over all the dragons. Yet, there are forces determined to prevent the birth of this baby. Paladin and Seren want their baby and struggle to keep the encroaching danger from overcoming them.
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Wonderful news today( Nov. 3, 08)!! Just received a new contract from The Wild Rose Press for my 30k Romance, Heart's Reunion. This makes me three stories with them! I can't wait till my cover comes in for the book!!




Here's the blurb for Heart's Reunion!

After attending her great grandmother’s funeral, Sabre Nichols assumes she’ll stay a week at the old homestead on Witch Mountain and then return to her job as a paranormal researcher. But strange events on the mountain wreak havoc with her plans. Even her late Granny’s tenant seems to hide something eerie behind his brilliant blue gaze...

Micah McGregor seems so familiar to Sabre, and he definitely gets her heart racing. But can she trust him to help find the source of the spectral activities? Or will he believe the tales of her witch heritage? If she puts her faith in Micah, she may find answers... and lose her heart?

and a short excerpt for the story!

Sabre followed Micah to his bed. Once there, he motioned to the left side. “You sleep on that side. I don’t do the left and I guess I’d better warn you. I’ve never shared my bed before so I can’t guarantee I won’t roll on you.”

A picture of Micah on top of her rushed forward and she struggled to contain the overwhelming urge to invite him to do just that. He’d think she’d completely lost it. The thought of him pressing her into the mattress, his body snug between her legs almost caused her eyes to cross. Aiming for composure, she quipped back at him. “I’ll just shove you off. You don’t snore do you?” She knelt on the bed and straightened the black comforter, trying her hardest to gain control over her wayward mind.

He grunted, grabbing his side of the covers and helped her fix them. “I don’t know. I don’t listen when I’m sleeping.”

She turned and sat with her back to him. The bed dipped and she knew he had done the same. “Uh, thanks. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared.”

“It’s nothing.”

She lay back, pulling her feet under the comforter and tugging it over her body. She glanced over at him and saw he was doing the same. Only instead of lying flat on his back, he lay on his side, facing away from her. She inhaled. His scent came to her from the bedclothes and his warm body inches away from her.

Turning her gaze toward the beam and plaster ceiling, she whispered, “Micah?”

“Hum?”

“Did I imagine the carving being there tonight?”

A log in the fireplace fell and embers crackled as she waited for him to answer. Seconds slipped by and she started to say his name again but he spoke. “No, you didn’t imagine it.”

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My upcoming novel from The Wild Rose Press is LOVE'S TRUE ENCHANTMENT!
If you want to check it out, go to, The Wild Rose Press.

Blurb:

Illusionist, Shay Evers, seeking to right the wrong committed against her twenty four years ago, finds Caitlyn. At first sight, he is surprised at the strength of his attraction toward her. It’s an unexpected complication to his task. He has two weeks to convince her that magic is real. If he fails, she will die from the curse on her.

Magic is for fools, and Caitlyn Reiley is no fool. A news reporter, she is chosen for the coveted task of interviewing Shay at his home in Wales. Determined to prove that his magic is fake, she seeks the truth about him. When Shay starts to haunt her dreams and spark her passion, her beliefs are threatened and she battles with her growing desire for Shay. As the clock ticks, will the unlikely pair discover that love’s true enchantment will keep them together or will time run out?

Excerpt:

Deep purple midnight surrounded her. Stars twinkled everywhere. Sitting up, she blinked at their brilliance.

“I’m dreaming,” she whispered. “But it’s so real.”

She lifted her hand and dusty sparkles followed, leaving a trail like a shooting star. This was the strangest dream. Instead of fear bubbling inside her at the unknown surroundings, she felt secure in the glittering darkness.

Footsteps moved toward her, and from the purple blackness before her, Shay Evers appeared. Her heart skipped a beat. Blood started to pound in her veins. That slow, long-legged stride so unique to him brought him to her. He knelt before her and smiled.

“Hello, Caitlyn.” Amethyst eyes shone with an inner light.

She smiled, joy overriding everything else. “I’m dreaming.”

He grinned. His hand lifted and came to rest just above her left breast. “Are you? A sweet dream?”

“Oh, yes,” she sighed, leaning forward. Her fingers itched to touch him and see if he was real. Raising her hand, she laid the palm flat on his chest where his shirt gaped open and found solid warmth. “Oh.”

A low chuckle brought her gaze up, and her breath caught at the gentle glow in his eyes. “Do you like?”

Shifting to her knees, her caress glided toward his jaw. She brushed her thumb across the satiny flesh of his full bottom lip and sighed once more. “Yes.”

They leaned as one and touched lips; soft, tender, their breaths exchanged for an instant. “Open your eyes and look to your heart.” The accent flavoring his voice was stronger than she remembered. Beautiful and lyrical, she listened to each layer of it. “Look deep, past all barriers, to the center. Find what you lost and you will be free.”

“Only if you stay with me,” she whispered against his mouth and slid her fingers into his hair to hold him. His hands encircled her throat, his thumbs under her chin, tilting her head. She captured his lips and deepened the kiss, opening her mouth and crossing the threshold of his with a gentle probe of her tongue. He tasted of cinnamon, her favorite spice. She moaned as heat climbed from the soles of her feet to inflame her body.

“I’m dreaming, and I never want this to end,” she whispered when the kiss ended, arching her back as his lips moved over her jaw to her neck. Warm breath slid across her skin.

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This is my short story THE WITCH WITHIN from The Wild Rose Press!
You can find it here: www.thewildrosepress.com

Blurb:

A scream echoes over Witch's mountain. A three hundred year old carving attacks for no reason. Widow Glory Sinclair fights against an unknown evil as she struggles with her growing attraction for Sheriff Will Moore.

Excerpt:

Glory released a short laugh. “I don’t know what’s wrong with the man. He swears that ole carving down at the wood shed beat him.”

Will’s eyebrows shot up. “So it wasn’t a tale?”

“No, I don’t make a habit of telling tales. I was surprised when he told me. Then, tonight, when I went to check on him, he seemed different, like he was planning something. I don’t know, maybe that’s my imagination, but something about him just don’t sit right with me.”

A vee formed between Will’s brows. “You want me to run him off?”

She shook her head and a curl fell across her cheek. “No, not that. He’s been with me since Frank left for Cuba. I can’t do that to him.”

“Yet after two years, you don’t trust him. Just like you don’t trust me.”

“That’s not true. I trust you. I just don’t care for the way you try to boss me about. You ain’t my pa and you ain’t my man.” When she finished speaking, she nodded to add emphasis to her words. Without waiting for him to acknowledge, she pulled the needle through and stretched the thread. She aimed for the next spot to slide the point in.

“And what if I were your man?”

The needle’s steel tip went through the sock and stuck in her finger. She gasped and looked at the spot. Blood formed a circle on her pointer.

Wood creaked as he stood and stepped to where she sat. Unable to pull her gaze from the blood, she waited, tense for what he might do. His hand, warm and large, wrapped around her smaller one and lifted the injury to his lips.

She glanced at him. Dark lashes shielded the blue of his eyes. His tongue slipped between his lips and licked the wound.

Fire flared in her body and rushed to her face. She forgot to breath. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to feel the touch of that tongue and lips against her own.

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I also have a short story in the TAVERN TALE ANTHOLOGY: THE WRAITH'S FOREST.
You can check it out here: www.amazon.com

The Wraith's Forest Fairy tales and haunted woods lead us through Judith Leger's story of one girl with the weight of a village on her shoulders and the attention of a very unlikely soul.

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And last, another story, a personal essay this time with CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE MOTHER AND SON.

My short is called A HEART OF COMPASSION. www.amazon.com

Received some more great news today! An email was waiting in my inbox with this news:

"Congratulations. Your story, “A Heart of Compassion,” was chosen to be included in one of our “101 Best” books, representing our favorites from our library of stories. “A Heart of Compassion” is included in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Tales of Golf and Sport."



What a way to start the day!!