Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Dreaming of a White Wolf Christmas is Coming! And Pretty Rocking Horses!

It's fall, still hot, hot, hot here in the Houston area.

So after all the flooding from Hurricane Harvey, I'm ready for cooler weather. The health department and DOD are spraying for the mosquitoes, which is another reason we need COOL weather!

Our roads were flooded and we couldn't get mail delivery, UPS delivery, couldn't navigate the roads out of the development for days. Electricity kept flickering on and off, and I had to give up on writing for a while because it kept shutting down my computer. But my daughter's home ( a half mile from me) and mine were fine. She had water on her patio and I gave her bags of bark mulch to help keep it from going higher. Food shortages galore. Need D batteries for camp lanterns, flashlights, out at all the stores? This was at a time when we realized the tropical storm had turned into a hurricane. No flashlights, camp lanterns, camp stoves.  Bottled water was gone and trucks couldn't get in to deliver it. So it was a wild couple of weeks.

The lightning was nonstop one night. We were under tornado watches and flood warnings constantly. When we were under tornado warning, I moved the puppies to an interior hall where we stayed.

But luckily, it skipped us. I gave to several church and pet shelter relief efforts. It was just heartbreaking what so many people had lost, and then while some were trying to dry out their furniture, others were stealing it!

Anyway, I felt so bad for everyone who died during the storm, or lost everything.

This is the second "historical weather event" I've been through since moving here a year ago. We had El Nino rains that were nonstop for days, just like with the hurricane, we had flooded roads and homes then too. My daughter and son-in-law assured me it never happens. Ever. Then Hurricane Harvey happened. *ahem*

So on lighter news, it's time for FALL, for wolves, and Christmas!

Dreaming of a White Wolf Christmas comes out in October!

Dreaming of a White Wolf Christmas
Oct 2017
Barnes and Noble:
Google Play:

And my SEAL Wolves are on sale!

My SEAL series is on special for a limited time! time! SEAL Wolf by  Terry Spear
62 cents to 99 cents: The SEAL wolves are practically free! Be sure if you haven’t gotten them already to do so now. I don’t know how long it will last.

And I just had fun purchasing a couple of beautiful rocking horses, they're old, and I think replicas of antique ones.

They make me feel like Christmas!

Have a great day!!

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Things I Learned After Breaking My Foot

I broke my foot. Unfortunately, when I went to the ER that night they misdiagnosed it as a sprained ankle. I was told the best way to heal was to get it moving again, so I spent two months walking on it and even went on a 10-day hiking trip! I diligently did exercises that were very good for a sprained ankle and very wrong for a broken bone. After two months I finally had an MRI that showed a broken navicular bone. It was back to the crutches!  Unfortunately, because I walked on it instead of letting it heal, the healing process may take a bit longer, so I'm going to be non-weight bearing on it for a while.

This is the kind of minor disaster that is supposed to teach you important life lessons.  So I sat down to write this blog about the important things I learned...and I drew a blank. The only thing I could come up with is - don't break your foot!  Now this is very good advice, but perhaps not exactly earth shattering, so I thought about it again, especially since if the purpose of breaking my foot was so I could learn something, I should figure out what it is so I can move on (not sure that's how life actually works, but it's what happens in books and as I am a writer, perhaps I need to play by those rules...)

So here are my life lessons from breaking my foot:

1) Don't break your foot.  I know, I know, pretty obvious, but important. Watch where you are going. Pay attention. Before I broke my broke my foot I zipped through life, always thinking ten steps ahead, not paying attention to the step I was on.  Be grounded. Figuratively and literally.

2) Come up with a better story.  So here's what happened to me. I was walking down cement stairs outside at night. I thought I was on the last stair so I was turning, my left leg crossing my body when the ground wasn't where it was supposed to be. I went down hard, did an inverse roll of my ankle, and felt a pop. This may be a sad tale, but it's not very exciting. Too many of my friends know the truth to come up with something really good. So if you ever break a bone, think up a better story quick. Make it something with flames and rescuing kittens and throw in a hunky guy who carries you to the hospital. Make it a good one because every person you meet for as long as you are on crutches is going to ask you what happened. Make it exciting!

3) A sense of humor is key. Crutches are evil. I think they were originally some medieval torture device. There is just no way to use them without either killing your armpits or your hands, or more likely both as you switch between them to try to get comfortable. The crutches aggravated my carpal tunnel so now I have a brace on my right wrist, which led everyone to start asking what happened to my hand (see the importance of coming up with a better story above). Sometimes you just have to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

4) Plan your next move. When movement takes effort and involves some difficulty, it's important to plan ahead. Stairs are my nemesis now. It's impossible to go up and down stairs with anything in my hands, so I have a bag to carry things. I need to think ahead as to where I'm going and what I need. To do this requires me to slow down and plan ahead. I can't do as many things as I was doing before, but what I can do I can give my whole focus and do well.

5) Accept help. In truth, I hate that. I want to be the helper not the helpee. I always want to feel like I have things under control. Of course, trying to live life balancing on one foot definitely puts a crimp in that plan. As much as it goes against the grain, sometimes it's good to swallow the pride, accept humility, and realize that there is no way you are going to carry a plate of food down the stairs while on crutches. Not going to happen. Trust me, I tried, and lost a delicious plate of pad thai in the process. Learn to accept help!

6) Forgive and move on. This is easier to say than do to. There has not been a day since the MRI that I don't wish I had been given the right diagnosis earlier so I could have healed faster. I wish I could go back and do it over again. And for that matter, I wish I could go back and walk down the stairs correctly to avoid all this. It seems so wrong that something that happened in a split second could have months of repercussions. It makes me grind my teeth in frustration that I was given the wrong medical advice. But traveling down that road doesn't make me happy. I can't change what happened, I can only deal with today. Forgiveness is a gift I am working on giving myself.

7) People are actually pretty nice. Trying to manage while injured, I have been surprised at how often strangers will offer to help. Since I can't move fast, this often leads to a friendly conversation. I've had people of every age group, gender, ethnicity, socioeconomic status, and any other grouping you can imagine, offer to help. Often they have their own stories of when they were injured. Breaking something seems to be a universal experience. It's a great ice-breaker. Everyone can relate. I've met people I probably never would have otherwise. In a world that can be full of division, this gives me hope.

Stay safe out there!

Monday, September 18, 2017

Being Texan: A Hurricane Story

Hey, all, it’s mid-September, and you know what that means: pumpkin-flavored edibles, back-to-school, football, and also, um, the hurricane season. Or rather, the downhill slide into the end of it. I live in Texas, grew up in Houston, and hurricanes are kind of baked into who I am. Actually, they’re part of my whole family. As a young man, my dad was one of those crazy dudes who drove against the evacuation traffic down to the Galveston seawall to watch Carla come in. As this was before I was born, I’m so very pleased he survived to pass along the crazy genes. Thanks, Dad.

My kids made Sharpie marks on the
storm glass barometer as Harvey was
coming in. It's kind of a family tradition.
I remember being a little kid and learning about barometric pressure and watching our little pressure gauge on the wall in the living room when the scratchy-sounding weather radio gave the update on the storm coordinates. My sister and I routinely placed bets on whether we’d get a direct hit. I cleaned up in frosted Pop-Tarts and near misses.

When Hurricane Alicia roared through in ’83, we had the funnest ever almost-like-camping party in the bathroom. The whole family squished in there for hours listening to the weather band while the storm wrenched the metal carport outside until it screamed like a B-horror slasher victim. Alicia went right over us, and I remember zipping out on my bike, up and down the block during the ceasefire of the hurricane’s eye, collecting a zillion pine cones and stacking them in the plastic basket on my handlebars. Doubtless I had big plans for crafts that I never got around to doing.

Momma hollered down the road for me to come back in, and I wondered why but went anyhow. And then the back half of Alicia blew in, and we retreated to the bathroom fortress, to stare at the mattress Dad had pressed up against the lone window and hope none of the giant pecan trees fell on our house.

In Austin, about four hours inland of
where Harvey made landfall, we got
4.5 inches of rain in around 15 hours.

Most of my childhood hurricane memories are washed in sepia tones of anticipation and school-free days and time spent with my family. In short, good times, good memories. Even evacuating out of Galveston as an adult with Ike on our tail was kind of fun, in that wow-that’s-a-lot-of-traffic way.

What happened recently in Texas and the Caribbean and Florida and Mexico wasn’t fun.

Not even to me.

Most of my family still lives in Houston, and texting with them through Harvey and the days of rain afterward was terrifying and frustrating, worse this time because I was hours away and had no way of getting there to help. All I could do was monitor the weather service and thumb-type feverishly and...donate.

So I donated a lot. And it felt like I was actually, you know doing something. If you also have felt helpless watching strangers on television who have lost everything they own and look sort of shell-shocked, here are the places I liked enough to send money to (my research into these places was not super in-depth, but they all offer updates on how the money is being used, which I appreciate):

J.J. Watt’s OneCaring Houston Flood Relief Fund:

Austin Pets Alive! (a no-kill animal shelter in Austin that took in hundreds of displaced pets from the Gulf Coast):

Tim Duncan’s US Virgin Islands Hurricane Relief YouCaring fund:

GlobalGiving Fund for Hurricane Irma relief in Florida:

 And, Maria? You stay away from the islands and Florida, y'hear? They've been through enough. If only I knew of a super villain with weather control technology who could make you just go away. But that's just fiction. 

Sunday, September 17, 2017

SEAL Wolves 62 cents to 99 cents!

My SEAL series is on special for a limited time!

                                              SEAL Wolf by  Terry Spear
62 cents to 99 cents: The SEAL wolves are practically free! Be sure if you haven’t gotten them already to do so now. I don’t know how long it will last.

Have a great day!!

“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
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Friday, September 15, 2017

Kim Redford Attends the Choctaw Labor Day Festival

The Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma (Choctaw Nation) held its annual Labor Day Festival on the capital grounds of the Council House built in 1884 at Tuskahoma (Tvshka Homma), August 31 to September 4, 2017. I was happy to be there along with approximately 250,000 other folks to enjoy music, culture, food, fun, and family.

If you like country and gospel music, you were in for a real treat with great performers filling the air with music every day. I particularly enjoyed listening to the legendary Alabama on Saturday night, sitting with my cousins near the Choctaw Amphitheater while an almost-full moon glowed overhead and a slight breeze cooled my face.

Naturally, I toured the arts & crafts building, lingering over goat-milk soap, Choctaw oil paintings of traditional scenes, hand-made furniture, Western books, turquoise and beaded jewelry, hand-thrown pottery, and so much else. I resisted taking home the entire lot of gorgeous items, but it wasn’t easy.

County fair-type food was there in abundance. I enjoyed traditional Indian Tacos made with fry bread topped by meat, onion, lettuce, tomato, and hot sauce. Of course, I also had to have grilled corn-on-the-cob. If I went even more decadent like the fried cheese cake, I’ll never admit it. Let’s just say everything I tried was delicious . . . and I waited an appropriate time before venturing to the wide variety of exhilarating carnival rides. 

With so much going on for so many days, I can’t possibly pick my favorite, so I’ll just list a few of the fun events: 5K race, gourd dancing, horseshoe tournament, volley ball, basketball, fast-pitch, terrapin race, buffalo tours, art show, storytelling, rabbit stick throw, mobile library, domino/checker tournament, quilt show, bow shoot, golf tournament, Choctaw dancers, and stickball tournament. Okay, I really like to watch stickball (similar to lacrosse) partly because it’s an ancient game of the Americas that at one time was used to decide the outcome of disputes between nations.

As always happens, the festival eventually came to an end with lots of happy folks heading out to their lives across the country while knowing they’d be back in another year to celebrate together again.   

Kim Redford is an acclaimed, bestselling author of Western romance novels. She grew up in Texas with cowboys, cowgirls, horses, cattle, and rodeos for inspiration. She divides her time between homes in Texas and Oklahoma, where she’s a rescue cat wrangler and horseback rider—when she takes a break from her keyboard. Visit her at Kim Redford.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

How Do You Audiobook?

Like most authors I know, I choose reading as my preferred way to relax and unwind. Like most humans I know, I have far too little free time to do this as often as I’d like. In fact, sitting down to read has become more of the exception than the rule, which means I’ve had to take steps to ensure I get my daily literary fix.
How do I do it? Audiobooks. And I’m not alone.
Audiobooks are currently the fastest-growing digital format in the book industry, a trend I’m happy to be a part of. Whether I’m going for a jog, washing dishes, folding laundry, or acting as family chauffeur, I love being able to plug in my earphones and travel to my favorite fictional worlds in a flash. I don’t, however, travel to just any fictional world: I tend to travel to the ones I’ve been to many, many times before.

See, for me, it’s difficult to listen to a book I’ve never read before. I think it’s because I feel pressured to pay attention; I love things like word choice and sentence construction, and these are harder to pick up on in audio form. I always end up forgetting things and replaying entire chapters so I don’t miss important parts. (Especially if I’m listening to a mystery, where one small clue can change everything.)

This means that instead of discovering new authors in audio form, I turn to my favorites time and time again. In fiction, I can often be found indulging in Georgette Heyer, Elizabeth Peters, and L.M. Montgomery. (Though don’t get me started on the narrator who mispronounced Avonlea every time.) For nonfiction, my rules aren’t quite as strict; I love listening to autobiographies from the author’s own voices, even if the book is new to me. Mindy Kaling and Amy Poehler are particular favorites.

Like turning on a favorite movie to play in the background, listening to these old favorites allows me to “read” as many books as I want while still attending to all those daily needs that come with having a family and a job. It’s not quite the same as sitting down on a beach lounge to read for eight hours straight, but it’s pretty close.

I also studiously avoid listening to my own books in audio form. I know a few brave authors who will do this to pick up on writing crutches or to re-familiarize themselves with their own worlds, but five seconds is more than enough to have me throwing the phone across the room and declaring, "Never again."

How about you? Do you audiobook? What kind of listening do you prefer? Any narrators you particularly love?
Tamara Morgan is the author of thirteen contemporary comedy romances and the new Penelope Blue series. Her books combine fast-paced antics and humor with heartfelt sentiment, and have been described as both “utterly unconventional and wonderfully smart.” Her debut novel was chosen as the Smart Bitches Trashy Books book club pick in April of 2012, and her books have since gone on to receive two starred reviews from Library Journal and three Romantic Times Magazine Top Picks, one of which was nominated in the 2014 RT Reviewers' Choice Awards in the Contemporary Love & Laughter category. 

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Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Top Five Favorite TV heroes in GIF form.

I've been gearing up for the release of The Right Kind of Reckless for a little over a month, and I'm growing more excited by the day to share with the world, Max and Lia. These two are the heart of my heart! Truly.

They were also quite different for me when it comes to characterization and how they were perceived. Lia, being the hard-headed do-it-herself kind of gal, and Max being the laid-back, let-it-happen kind of guy.

But alas, with my excitement, I need a distraction, because releasing a book makes me hella nervous. (As it does all authors, of course.) So what's my distraction you say? The return of all that has been lost since last spring.

AKA Fall TV shows and the heroes that make them fan-tabulous.

Be sure to comment below and tell me who your favorite TV hero is. :)

Without further ado, here are mine.

5. He's melts the hearts of many with his greasy hair and his broody attitude. He's a badass who fights zombies on Sunday night and needs no introduction other than The Walking Dead's Daryl Dixon.

4. He's the adorable red head my 13 year old can't get enough of... (And the boy who makes me wish I went to a school just his back in the day just so I could have something to ogle on the football field. (Well, besides my husband, of course.) :) Archie from Riverdale.

3. THIS is a two-for-one deal for me. I adore, adore, ADORE binging on Fuller house with my daughters. But shhhh... Don't tell them it's because I may have a slight (or HUGE) obsession with Fernando and Matt. I mean, look at their cuteness??

2. It's getting down to the wire, and yeah, I know I'm a wee bit picky when it comes to my boys. BUT there are very few shows I love come fall and this is one of them. (Don't judge me.) Rick has my heart. As does TWD in general. 

1. And my number one. Does he really need an introduction? Because if you don't know who he is, then you've been living under a rock. Heck, even if you don't watch the show, you should do he's that guy in a kilt.  Jamie from Outlander. 

He deserves ALL the gifs.

Just saying.

You're very welcome by the way. 

Maxwell Martinz

I'm in love with a woman I can't have, and there's absolutely nothing I can do to stop myself from falling.

The problem? Her brother's my best friend.

I shouldn't want her this much. Not when it goes against the bro code. Not when I've never been able to commit to a woman for longer than a night.

But one look into her eyes and I'm a mess for her. She's my everything. And I have to walk away with nothing.

The Right Kind of Reckless Coming November 7th, 2017
Pre-order today!


Between boot camp and two TOD's in Iraq, my buddies Max, Gavin and me have been through some serious hell. So the last thing I ever expected was to find the biggest challenge of my life back home.

My girlfriend died. I couldn't even attend her funeral, let alone tell her goodbye or that I'm sorry I wasn't there like I should've been.

But she left me a gift. The best and scariest one I could've ever asked for. One I didn't think I could handle...until the day I saw her tiny blues looking up at me in that airport. Chloe.

Now here I am, raising my baby girl-with the help of my two best friends. Things couldn't be better.

Until she walked into my life.

All I wanted was a nanny. Someone to take care of my girl when I couldn't. What I didn't count on was Addison, the brown-eyed temptress with a body of sin, and everything I didn't need, but suddenly wanted.

Reckless Hearts is out now!

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Mary Wine's Fourth Highland Weddings Book, Highland Flame, Is Out Now!

Highland Flame, the fourth book in Mary Wine's Highland Weddings series, is out now!


Laird Diocail Gordon has just inherited his uncle’s run down castle and rag-tag clan. He knows the sorry sight of the castle would send any woman running, but is determined to find a wife to help return his home to its former glory. 

Widowed lady Jane Stanley is determined to return to England, even if she has to tromp through the Scottish Highlands on foot to get there. Her travels lead her straight into the midst of a troop of dangerous Highland warriors. The mysterious, brawny laird forbids his men to harm her, and the spark between them is immediate. The only way Diocail can keep her safe is to take her home with him, but will the miserable state of his clan douse her newly ignited Highland flame?

Enjoy this excerpt from Highland Flame!

The man in front of her was huge. She’d rarely seen his match. He was a mountain of pure muscle with bulky shoulders and wrists she doubted she could close her hand around. He was dressed in a kilt and doublet, but he had the sleeves of it open and hooked behind his back, his shirtsleeves pushed up to bare his forearms as though he didn’t feel the chill of the night air.
She, on the other hand, was shivering as the cold licked her skin and cut through her smock.
“I suppose it does nae,” he answered her, tilting his head to one side as he contemplated her. He kept his attention on her face, resisting the urge to look down her body. Most of his men didn’t afford her the same respect.
What do you expect, Jane? You are nearly naked.
And starving. But Fate had delivered her here when she least expected it, so she wouldn’t allow herself to crumble beneath the weight of her circumstances.
One dilemma at a time.
“Thank you for your assistance.” She drew in a deep breath and started to walk back toward the thicket.
“Stay where ye are, woman.”
If she hadn’t realized he was in command of the group of men before, the tone of his voice would have driven that fact home. He was accustomed to being obeyed. When he turned his head slightly, she caught sight of his bonnet. Three feathers were secured to the side of it, all of them raised. She’d been in Scotland long enough to know they were the mark of a laird.
“As you have noted, I have naught, so I cannot repay you except with my gratitude.” She spoke evenly and with the poise that living beneath her stepmother’s iron rule had bred in her. “I have a great deal of ground to cover and must be on my way.”
“Where are ye going like that?” the man next to her demanded.
A quick look toward him, and she noticed that one of his feathers was raised. That made him a captain of some sort.
“Back to England and my father’s house,” she answered, trying not to sound as defeated by that prospect as she felt. There was no alternative, so no use dreading what had to be. “Since I am widowed.”
The men ringing her suddenly nodded, some of them muttering that her situation made sense. Their stances eased now that they could understand her appearance. The harsh truth was that more than one woman had been turned out in her shift when her husband was no longer alive to protect her from his family. Such was the fate of many a bride who wed against the wishes of the groom’s family. Without children or contract or powerful relatives, everything she had might be claimed as dowry and kept while she was discarded.
Tossed into the gutter…
She started to step around the man in front of her, and he shook his head. “I told ye to stay where ye are, lass.”
He was tempering his tone now, making her feel very much like a mare being gentled. His words set off a shiver down her spine. There was something so very strong about him. It was more than his muscle; it was the way he watched her, the set of his jaw as he contemplated her.
“And I have told you I must be on my way.” A man such as he was understood strength, so she would meet his determination measure for measure. “Excuse me.”
She made it a few steps past him, just enough for her to feel a breath of relief moving through her, before he swept her right off her feet. She gasped and choked as he tossed her up and over his shoulder. But her face nearly caught fire with shame when he slapped one of his hands down on her bottom to keep her in place as he walked back toward their camp.
“You cannot—”
He was dumping her onto the ground before she finished protesting. At the last moment, he controlled her descent and she landed with only a jolt instead of the hard impact she’d been expecting. She ended up looking up at him from where he’d deposited her on her backside.
“Ye’ll be staying with us, mistress. Best set yer mind to it, for I’ve no wish to fight with ye.”
“I will do no such thing.” She stood up but stepped back when one of her knees tried to collapse. She pushed her foot into the ground to steady herself and faced off with her tormentor. “You have no right to lay hands on me.”
“I am Diocail Gordon.” He didn’t move back an inch, which meant they were a single step from one another, and she had to tip her head back to maintain eye contact with him. “And ye are on me land.”
“Which I will be most happy to leave,” she insisted firmly.

“The last thing I need is an Englishwoman raped on me land,” he answered her. “I do nae know who yer husband was, but it’s a good thing the man is dead because I’m of the mind to break his fool neck for wedding ye and leaving ye in such circumstances.”
His words shamed her with how kind they truly were, although gallant was more fitting once she thought it through. He was rough and hardened and so completely suited to his environment that she found herself admiring him. However, the observation drove home how very far from home she was.
“Your intentions due you much credit, Sir Diocail,” she said sweetly. “Yet I cannot stay in this company.”
“I am no knight. Ye’re in the Highlands, lass, and I am sorry to say I can nae afford ye any better circumstances than being in the company of me men. For the moment, it will be better than yon thicket and the men who have grudges against the English. Which they will have few reservations against settling at yer expense.”
His captain slid up close to her, making her shift away from him. He offered her a harassed look before tossing something at her. She caught it, simply out of reflex, trembling when she realized it was a thick traveling cloak.
The scratchy wool was more dear than the finest silk. She was shaking with the anticipation of being wrapped inside it.
Diocail nodded in approval toward his man. “Put that on and sit down, mistress. I’ll decide how to deal with ye in the morning. For now, me men and I are going to enjoy our supper. Kindly do nae make it necessary for one of us to hand-feed ye like a babe because we have to tie ye up so we can enjoy our meal.”
“You would not dare,” Jane exclaimed.
She realized her error immediately. This man lived for challenges.
Diocail Gordon’s lips twitched, curling up on one side into what might have been a grin if there was anything remotely attractive about the motion. No, it was menacing and too full of promise for her to dismiss. She wanted to think she might argue but knew without a doubt it was a useless fight that would cost her the advantage of being free.
And they were going to feed her and warm her.
Beggars simply couldn’t be choosers.

Well, better a beggar than a whore.

Snag your copy of Highland Flame now!

Monday, September 11, 2017

New release: THE LAST OUTLAW by Rosanne Bittner

The Last Outlaw, the powerful final installment in Rosanne Bittner's Outlaw Hearts series is available now! 

Read on for an excerpt from this sweeping Western romance.

Jake trailed his tongue over his wife’s skin, trying to ignore his fear that she could be dying. Her belly was too caved-in, her hip bones too prominent.

She’ll get better, he told himself. The taste of her most secret place lingered on his lips as he moved to her breasts, still surprisingly full, considering, but not with the same breasts he’d always loved and teased her about, with the enticing cleavage that stirred his desire for her.

He would always desire her.  This was his Randy.  She was his breath.  Her spirit ran in his veins, and she was his reason for being.  God knew his worthless hide had no business even still being on this earth.

He ran a hand over her ribs, which were too damn easy to count.  Sometimes he thought he’d go mad with the memory of last winter, the reason she’d become more withdrawn and had nearly stopped eating. 

He met her mouth, and she responded.  Thank God she still wanted this, but something was missing, and he couldn’t put his finger on it. He thought he’d made it all better, thought he’d taken away the ugly.  He’d feared at first she might blame him for what happened, but it had been quite the opposite.  She’d become almost too clingy, constantly asking if he loved her, not to let go of her, asking him not to go far away.

He pushed himself inside of her, wanting nothing more than to please her, to find a way to break down the invisible wall he felt between them, to erase the past and assure her he was right here, that he still loved her.  How in hell could he not love this woman, the one who’d loved him when he was anything but loveable…all those years ago?  She’d put up with his past and his bouts of insanity and all the trouble and heartache he’d put her through…this woman who’d given him a son and daughter who couldn’t make a man prouder and who loved him beyond what he was worth … six grandchildren who climbed all over him full of such innocent love for a man who’d robbed and killed, and worst of all … killed his own father.

He moved his hands under her bottom, pushing himself deep inside her, relishing the way she returned his deep kisses and pressed her fingers into his upper arms in an almost desperate neediness.
That was what bothered him.  This had always been good between them, a true mating of souls, teasing remarks back and forth as they made love. But now it was as though she feared losing him if she didn’t make love often, and that wasn’t the sort of man he was. It had always been pure pleasure between them. He’d taught her things she would never have thought of, helped her relax and release every sexual inhibition. He knew every inch of her body intimately, and she’d loved it.

This was different.  And it was harder now, because not only did he hate the idea of feeling like he was forcing her, but he was also terrified he would break something.  She was so thin and small now.  He out-weighed her by a good hundred and fifty pounds by now; she couldn’t have weighed more than eighty or ninety pounds.

He surged deep in a desperate attempt to convince himself he wasn’t losing her. And through it all, he was screaming inside.  Sometimes he wanted to shake her and make her tell him what else he could do to bring back the woman he’d known and loved for nearly thirty-two years. He missed that feisty, bossy woman, the only person on this earth who could bring him to his knees.

He’d faced the worst of men as a lawman in Oklahoma, and run with the worst of men the first thirty years of his life.  He’d spent four years in prison under horrible conditions.  He’d been in too many gunfights to count, taken enough bullets that he had no right still being alive.  He’d ridden the Outlaw Trail and defied the odds. His reputation followed him everywhere, and a reporter had even written a book about him – Jake Harkner: The Legend and the MythMyth was more like it.  And the legend wasn’t one he was proud of.

And this woman beneath him … this woman he poured his life into this very moment … she’d been there for most of it. 

He relaxed and moved to her side.

“Don’t let go yet, Jake.”


True Love Never Dies
Times have changed, and the old Wild West is a thing of the past. Nestled in his beautiful Colorado ranch, surrounded by family, infamous former outlaw Jake Harkner’s hung up his guns for good and finally found a measure of peace—but dark memories haunt the woman who has always been his strength, and not even Jake is certain he can save his beloved Miranda this time.

All he can do is swear to remain by her side. But it takes more than a hope for peace to outrun a past defined by violence, and it isn’t long before Jake is embroiled in a rescue mission he simply can’t refuse. Life has brought him back full circle as he rides into Mexico to save a young girl from a dreadful fate…leaving Miranda behind one final time, fearing that the man she loves more than anything is destined to die the way he’s always lived—by the gun.

Friday, September 8, 2017

Blast from the Past

My book Last Gentleman Standing is just out. It’s a refurbished version of an early work of mine, Bluestocking, and I’ve been thinking about what a different world it is for a writer now than when I first composed the story. This book was written on an electric typewriter. I think it was an IBM Selectric. Have you even heard of them?
If I wanted to make changes (beyond some minimal typo correction), I had to re-type the whole manuscript – hundreds of pages. There was no cut and paste and edit on screen. There just barely were screens, and most writers (outside CERN) didn’t have them. Of course you could literally cut up the pages and rearrange them with actual paste. Messy.
My editors and copyeditors added their comments with pencils, and I responded in the same mode. Then the typesetters took over. I read and, if necessary corrected, paper galley proofs, using a whole vocabulary of proofreaders’ marks that hardly exist any more. Then typesetters came back and fixed things for the printer. No ebooks, because what would you read them on?

Readers who wanted to get in touch had to write letters to the publisher, with pens, which the publisher would then forward to me. It could take weeks from start to finish. Snailmail indeed.
And yet I am not so very ancient! Technology has zoomed like a rocket in these years, so that I can sit in a cafĂ© (as I am right now) and watch everyone else interact with their phones, and only their phones. And why I can say things that would have made zero sense when I was young. (Your age may differ.) For example: IM me the directions. Bitcoin is a decentralized cryptocurrency. Please delete that Tweet. Can I stream that movie?  
Or – find me on my website and Facebook. And I hope you will!

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Thursday, September 7, 2017

New Release! HER DARK HALF!

It's RELEASE DAY for HER DARK HALF, the newest book my action-packed X-OPS Series, and ALL your questions about X-OPS are finally answered in this book!

No worries, this is NOT the conclusion of the X-OPS Series! In fact, the next book is going to take the DCO agents someplace completely different, not to mention present them with all new challenges.

More on that later.

Right now, back to

The heroine is former CIA agent, Alina Bosch. Because of some stuff that went down at the agency, she doesn't trust anyone anymore. However, her new partner, coyote shifter Trevor Maxwell, is starting to change her mind.

What will he do when he finds out she was hired to spy on him? Luckily, he adapts easily and quickly to any situation.

How's that for a teaser?

Happy Reading!

"My oh my! Talk about high octane! Paige Tyler outdid herself in “Her Dark Half ”. The best book yet! A must-read for X-Ops fans."  - Books, Fashion, Movies



• Coyote shifter with an attitude

• Covert operator

• Trusts no one, especially his devastatingly beautiful new partner


• Former CIA, newest operative on the covert team

• Hired to spy on her partner

• Motto: “Never be deceived again.”

As Trevor and Alina risk their lives together to hunt down a murderer bent on destroying all shifters, their survival depends on each other's deepest strengths and vulnerabilities…

Read the First Three Chapters for FREE!

Buy HER DARK HALF at All Your Favorite Stores!   

To celebrate the release of HER DARK HALF, I’m giving away signed paperback copies of the first two books in the X-OPS Series—HER PERFECT MATE and HER LONE WOLF—as well as a cute plush coyote!

Enter here! 

Remember when I hinted at more books in the X-OPS Series...

Well, the next book in the series releases April 3, 2018 and the title is EXPOSED! Look for the cover reveal coming soon!


Wednesday, September 6, 2017

New Release: ON THE CHASE by Katie Ruggle

ON THE CHASE (Book #2 in the Rocky Mountain K9 Unit series) by Katie Ruggle is available now! Pick up your copy of this Amazon Best Book of the Month today:

Injured in the line of duty,
His orders are simple:
Stay alive.
But when a frightened woman bursts into his life, Hugh and his K9 companion have no choice but to risk everything to keep her safe.

The sole witness to a horrific crime, Kaylee Ramay flees to the Colorado Rockies to start a new life. There she becomes Grace, a dog kennel employee desperately trying to avoid attention—especially from dangerously attractive K9 Officer Hugh Murdoch.

Because Hugh is tall, dark…and nothing but trouble.

Hugh is anxious to get back in the field after an act of heroism left him warming the bench.
Until then, he and his K9 partner Lexi spend their hours teasing the town’s mysterious newcomer. But when their simmering attraction is nearly cut short by a sniper’s bullet, Hugh’s mystery woman must come clean about the secrets she keeps…

Or both of them will pay the price.

“I love Ruggle’s characters. They’re sharply drawn, and vividly alive. These are wonderful escapist books.”—Charlaine Harris, #1 New York Times Bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse series