Kindle Daily Deal -- Her Knight in Black Leather!

Joanne Stewart is here today with a fabulous announcement! And I'm here to tell everyone they need to read this book! I have and Her Knight in Black Leather is one of my all-time faves!! Here's your chance! Don't miss it!

Her Knight in Black Leather is today’s Kindle Daily Deal! That means for TODAY ONLY it’s only 99 cents on Amazon!

For fun, because it’s also the one year anniversary of the book, I’m sharing a never before seen excerpt. During the submission process, I submitted the book to Harlequin Desire, who requested revisions (obviously, they rejected). So, the snippet below is part of the original plotline, before I made the changes the editor requested.

Blurb:

Cat Edwards has spent her life playing the wallflower in an effort to escape the repressive weight of her mother’s tarnished name. Dragged to a bar by her best friend in an effort to forget a broken heart, the shy bookworm is determined to be someone else for the night, but quickly gets in over her head. She discovers chivalry isn’t dead after all when a mysterious stranger comes to her rescue. He’s wearing black leather and a mischievous smile that promises to be exactly what she needs.

 

When his terminally ill father suffers a setback, Michael Brant returns to the town he swore ten years ago he’d never return to. He’s come back this time determined to make peace with the past, but being home brings up memories he doesn’t want to remember anymore. His first night in town, he’s captured by a damsel in distress. Cat’s beauty is made all the more alluring when he realizes she has no idea who he is. He can’t resist spending a single night in her arms. With her, he’s only a man, disconnected from his family’s name and the past that haunts him here.

 

As the town erupts with the news of his return, Michael’s dark past comes back to haunt him, putting Cat in danger. Someone is threatening her life and the life of her family. Desperate to keep history from repeating itself, Michael offers her his family’s name in order to keep her safe. When the lie spirals beyond their control, can they stop their hearts from becoming entangled as well?

Excerpt:

Twenty minutes later, Michael stared at the gold numbers adorning Cat’s apartment door. Taking a deep breath, he knocked then shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. Anxiety twisted in his stomach as he waited. He had no idea what the hell to say to her. He only knew he had to try.

 

A minute later, the door opened. A small blonde appeared, wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a halter top a size too small. Cat’s roommate, Lisa. He remembered her from the first night he met Cat at the bar. Cat pointed her out on the dance floor, but they’d never met. He’d known Cat a month now and never managed to meet her roommate. Somehow that felt wrong.

 

He opened his mouth, to voice the question seated on his tongue, the entire reason he’d come over, but Lisa shook her head. “She doesn’t want to see you. I’ve got strict orders not to let you in. I’m sorry. She said she thinks it’s better this way."

 

She wouldn’t see him. He blew out a heavy breath.

 

Lisa wordlessly turned from the door, padded across the room and plucked a small box off the kitchen table then rejoined him and held it out to him. “She also said to give you this.”

 

The engagement ring.

 

He could only stare at her outstretched hand. He should’ve expected it but somehow its significance still managed to hit like a punch to the gut. Over the last month, he’d felt closer to Cat than any woman he’d ever known. Now he might as well be in L.A. for as far apart as they felt. He’d hurt her and he hated himself for it. The question was, would she forgive him for being a complete fool? Some small part of him hoped she would.

 

Lisa stared at him, her gaze hardening. “She loves you, you know.”

 

Hope swelled to life in his chest. “Did she say that?”

 

Lisa shook her head. “No, but she doesn’t have to. She wasn’t this miserable when she found out about Nick. You’re leaving and it’s breaking her heart. It’s why she gave the ring back. She doesn’t want any reminders of you when you’re gone.”

 

She folded her arms across her chest, her brow furrowing.

 

“Just because she won't leave her dad and fly halfway around the world with you, doesn't mean her heart doesn't feel it. Men. You're so damn blind sometimes. She's doing this because she loves her father, because she has more reason to trust him right now than you.”

 

Michael sighed. He wasn’t surprised by Lisa’s reaction. “Look, God knows I’m doing this all wrong. When I asked her to go with me and she refused, I was prepared to leave it at that. I thought maybe it was for the best. The last thing I wanted was for her to have to leave her home.”

 

“You could have stayed, you know.”

 

Michael looked at his feet for a moment, the truth swirling like acid in his gut. “Haven’t you ever been afraid of anything?”

 

“You’re afraid of her?”

 

Michael drew a deep breath and looked up. “What I feel for her scares the hell out of me.”

 

Lisa arched a disbelieving brow. “So, why are you here?”

 

“Because the thought of leaving her makes my gut ache. I have something I need to tell her. It might not get me anywhere, but I have to say it. I’d rather not do it over the phone or through the door.”

 

Lisa’s features relaxed a fraction, but the distrust didn’t disappear from her eyes. “What is it you have to tell her?”

 

Michael shook his head. “That’s for her and her alone. I’d rather say it to her face.”

 

Lisa dropped her arms to her sides, her stiff posture relaxing. One corner of her mouth twitched with her effort to hold back a smile, but amusement brightened her eyes, giving her away. “You’re in love with her.”

 

Michael smiled. He hadn’t intended to tell anyone but Cat. She ought to be the first to hear the news. That Lisa figured it out had a knot in his chest unraveling. “Very much. I’m not sure I know how to live without her. At this point, I don’t expect her to want to see me. I might as well have told her she wasn’t worth staying for. So, whether or not she even wants to see me has to be her decision. If she does, tell her I’ll be at the bar until nine. Will you tell her?”

 

Lisa finally allowed the smile to take over her face. “Tell her yourself, cowboy. She’s at the bookshop.”

 

Michael playfully rolled his eyes. “You couldn’t have told me that from the beginning?”

About the Author:

JM writes sweet and heartwarming contemporary romance with a touch of passion. She’s a wife, a mother, a spiritualist, and lover of puppies, and happily addicted to coffee and chocolate. She lives in the Great Rainy Northwest with her husband of sixteen years and their two sons. She’s a hopeless romantic who believe everybody should have their happily-ever-after and has been devouring romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing them has become her passion.

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COVER REVEAL: Battle Cry by Melissa Snark

BATTLE CRY by Melissa Snark 

A Victoria Storm novel 

#3 Loki's Wolves series

Genre:  Paranormal/urban fantasy

Coming June 2014 

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"We meet Valkyrie Victoria Storm in the middle of a blood bath, and we did continue on from there. I must say Melissa Snark has all the makings of an awesome story teller."

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"A definite must read for anyone who enjoys urban fantasy."

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Just when you thought it couldn't get any better...

 

War with human hunters has devastated the werewolf pack of Sierra Pines. Only Valkyrie Victoria Storm and a handful of female wolves still live. With her mate dead, there is no one to protect her or her unborn child. An unwelcome attraction to a hunter complicates her life even further.  She reluctantly agrees to attend peace talks with Jake Barrett, the notorious Hunter King, a man who believes she murdered his son.

 

Hunter Sawyer Barrett has been trying to kill Victoria Storm for so long, he doesn't know whether he loves her or hates her.  Desperate to end the war he started, he's willing to take chances with everything but his heart, but he harbors a deadly secret he's determined to keep. 

 

When peace talks fail, Victoria does the only reasonable thing an angry Valkyrie can do: she kidnaps her worst enemy and makes her escape in a fire engine red convertible muscle car. All along an ancient evil plots the destruction of wolves and hunters alike.

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Melissa Snark is a paranormal and romance author with a particular interest in werewolf and Norse mythology. Her Loki's Wolves series combines elements of both in a contemporary fantasy setting. She lives in Northern California with her husband, three children and glaring of cats.

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Summertime Dream and an Interview with Babette James!

Hi, AJ, thanks for letting me visit here today and share a look at my new contemporary romance, Summertime Dream.

You are most welcome! It’s a pleasure having you visit with me today! Let’s get started with asking what heat level you prefer to write. And conversely, what’s the heat level you prefer to read? Is that bedroom door open or closed?

I enjoy reading different heat levels, from sweet to hot, but my writing level runs to sensual and spicy with the bedroom door wide open. (Sorry, Mom. J ) And taking into consideration the camping and picnic scenes in my River series, sometimes the love scenes take place without benefit of doors, beds, or rooms.

LOL! I love that! Fabulous! So I know you’ve been published through The Wild Rose Press, but have you ever considered self-publication?

I’d like to give it a try. I think being a hybrid author is a good career path in these interesting publishing times. I’m working on a four-book novella series that might be a good candidate for self-publishing.

Awesome. I would like to try it as well some day. Other than those novellas, what are you working on now?

Besides the novellas, I’m nearly finished with my next novel in this series, Love Burns, so fingers crossed for that one to be done and submitted soon. This story takes off right from where Clear As Day ends. I love this couple’s chemistry, and while it’s been a challenge to complete, I’ve enjoyed seeing their story come to life as they work through their personal trials and find their own happily ever after together. I’m also working on other stories for couples from the circle of friends in my River series. I also have a fantasy series that’s simmering on the back burner while I focus on these contemporary stories. Thank goodness for coffee!

You sound like me! Too many stories and not enough hours in the day! So after finishing a manuscript, do you take some time off or dive right in to the next story?

No rest for the weary. Lol I dive right into the other stories. I tend to have several WIPs going on at once in various stages of completion.

Boy, do you ever sound like me. Now for some fun questions. Which Superhero would you most love to date and why?

Probably Superman. I love the idea of a hidden hero behind the mild mannered Clark Kent persona.

Nothing wrong with Henry Cavill, that's for sure. Does your husband read your work? And if so, what’s his reaction?

My husband doesn’t read my work, but he’s very supportive and doesn’t hesitate to tell people about my books. He jokes that he’ll just wait until the movie comes out.

LOL! I love that! Favorite cocktail?

I usually drink wine, but if I’m going to order a cocktail, in the winter I like a Rusty Nail (Drambuie and Scotch) and in the summer I like a vodka and tonic or a mojito.

YUM! Do you have any pets?

My husband and I are owned by two very spoiled cats. Pookie, my younger cat, has decided it is his daily duty to wake me promptly at 5:00 a.m. so I won’t forget to feed him or give him his cuddles. He helps make sure I have time to write in the morning and keeps me company in my office. I hand-raised him from when he was one day old and he has been to school with me, the U.S. Coast Guard Academy and Mystic Seaport, although he did sleep through most of those events. Gracie, our older cat, has the exhausting job of keeping the couch warm.

LOL! Your cats sound like mine! Let’s hear a little more about your book, Summertime Dream.

~ * ~

The Fourth of July is over, but for these summer lovers the fireworks have just begun.

An unexpected inheritance brings business consultant Christopher Gordon from Los Angeles to quaint Falk’s Bend. He’s carved a week from his demanding schedule to list his great-grandparents’ house for sale and explore his roots. However, disturbing family secrets and the sweet temptation of writer Margie Olsson derail his plans, challenging him to seize the elusive dream missing from his hectic life—love.

A recent brush with death shook Margie’s life, but not her dreams and she’s ready to move forward. Only, standing up to her loving, over-protective family isn’t easy. Helping Christopher explore the derelict mansion and unravel his grandmother’s mysterious past should be a harmless fun taste of independence. But when her experimental summer fling ignites into unexpected love, how can her small town dreams work with his big city life?

Excerpt:

 

Margie touched his shoulder and had him turn away from the mess to focus on the view toward the river.

 

Here the picturesque natural beauty of the property began: the land sloped gently down past the ancient summer house and purple martin houses to the reedy pond where a duck flew in and landed with a quack, and stretched on through weedy tangles of wild blackberry and rogue saplings to the ancient apple and plum trees sagging with unripe fruit, and beyond to the river invisible in the distance, marking where the Engberg’s farm began on the far bank.

 

Appreciation softened his tense face.

 

“Beautiful, isn’t it? I fell so in love with this place when I was little and dreamed I’d live in a house like this someday.” Margie laughed. “Of course, in my dreams it was a bit less rundown.”

 

“I’d imagine so. Interested in buying?”

 

“Oh, if only I could, I would in an instant. I’m sure the property alone is worth far more than I can afford. It’s a huge piece of land. And the repairs and restoration...” Longing swelled. She sighed. Someone else would buy and live in her dream home.

 

Quiet fell between them for a while. Bees buzzed in the clover. Birds sang, chirped, and flitted. A hummingbird whizzed past. Two more ducks joined the first amid quiet bickering quacks. Dandelion fluff drifted by on an unfelt breeze.

 

A truck rattled down the lane, breaking the moment.

 

“Suppose we ought to head back...” Christopher turned, so close their arms brushed, but instead of retreating, he hesitated. Their eyes locked. Where dismay and frustration had filled his green eyes, want simmered. The heavy air electrified.

 

You need a change.

 

On a surge of bewildering crazy courage, she stretched up and kissed him. The brief brush of lips to lips left her shaken and her heart pounding, like she had just come up for air.

 

His eyes widened in his serious, craggy face.

 

No, oh, no. Blowing out a unsteady breath, she pressed a hand to her stomach. She’d carried her day’s adventure one impetuous step too far. Her heroines were the daring part of her. She’d never even kissed on a first date before, and this wasn’t even a date.

 

Before the apology fluttering in her mind could break free, he cupped her cheek and touched his mouth down on hers.

 

Thinking faded as feeling soared. His gentle touch sweet and fascinating, his lips warm and firm played over hers, unhurried in his caresses and enticing brushes. He laced his fingers into her hair, cradling her head in his hand. He tenderly nipped her lip and licked at her mouth, inviting her rather than taking.

 

She sighed, delighting in this lovely, reckless rush. Yes. Yes. Yes. Forget that they had just met. She could want again.

 

Gripping his shoulder, she accepted the heady invitation, and the kiss deepened into perfect.

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Come fall in love at the river: 

Summertime Dream is available on Amazon: http://viewBook.at/SummertimeDream

"Summertime Dream is a perfect glass of Lemonade on a hot day. Simple, elegant and beautifully written. I enjoyed each scene. Loved the chemistry between the characters and the house. Great story!" ~ Deborah Diez

Clear As Day, (★★★★½ RT Book Reviews, ★★★★★
Top Pick The Romance Reviews) is available at:

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And at all other eBook retailers

 

Babette James writes sweetly scorching contemporary romance and loves reading nail-biting tales with a satisfying happily ever after. When not dreaming up stories, she enjoys playing with new bread recipes and dabbling with paints. As a teacher, she loves encouraging new readers and writers as they discover their growing abilities. Her class cheers when it’s time for their spelling test! Born in New Jersey and raised in Southern California, she’s had a life-long love of the desert and going down the shore. Babette now lives in New Jersey with her wonderfully patient husband and extremely spoiled cats.

You can find Babette at:

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Thank you so much for stopping by today!

XO AJ XO

Lights of Aurora Book Tour is HERE!

 

I'm thrilled to be hosting Theresa McClinton with Book 2 in The Stone Legacy Series, Lights of Aurora! Grab a steaming cuppa, sit back and enjoy her great excerpt! And don't forget to leave a comment! Theresa is offering up a copy of Lights of Aurora to one lucky winner!

After the discovery of her ancient Maya bloodlines, eighteen-year-old Ashley Coreandero is faced with a daunting responsibility. She must protect the stone of Muuk’Ich while Sarian, the underworld general, relentlessly drives her to the brink of insanity.

As the winter solstice approaches, it brings an onslaught of unexpected side effects. Ashley must seize control over her supercharged powers, while dealing with the overwhelming suspicion that her boyfriend, Arwan, is hiding a secret so dark it could destroy them both.

With the arrival of a surprise houseguest, Ashley’s deepest fears about Arwan are confirmed. And when middleworld deities intercede, the group of gifted Maya descendants are confronted with hardships they never saw coming—including an enemy more deadly than they have ever faced.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned—but when that woman has no soul and a taste for revenge, they will need the powers of every surviving ancestor simply to stay alive.

 

~ * ~

 

Ashley’s next step landed her shoe into something wet. She felt it slip under the sole, and glanced down at the river of blood that flowed over the steps.

Her heart raced.

“It has been a long road to get here, has it not?” Sarian carefully escorted her up the steps. “Your rather tenacious friend didn’t help the cause—her and that boy, cutting off my power source. But I’m resourceful. I found other means.”

They reached the top step of the temple. Ashley’s legs throbbed from the climb. The heat intensified, and she could feel the skin on her cheeks and forehead blister.

“This place is a wasteland,” Sarian said as he surveyed the dead, cracked ground. “Its true potential has long been wasted by a king who prefers to stay hidden in the deepest layer of the underworld, mourning a son who rejects his throne.” He drew in a deep breath, and exhaled. “But no longer. I will resurrect this kingdom as my own.” He flipped open the book. “But first, I must cleanse it of the unworthy.”

Ashley’s hatred for him grew so fierce, she could kill him herself.

Sarian clicked his tongue. “Now that’s not very becoming, guardian. You shouldn’t have such thoughts about your future king.”

Ashley’s heart dropped. Could he hear her thoughts, or somehow see into her mind? What else did he know?

He leaned in close to her, and his breath washed over her ear. “Everything, my dear. I know absolutely everything.” He placed an unwanted kiss on her cheek. “I was going to force you into obedience when I first broke the spell.” His lips brushed against her jaw. “But listening to all of your thoughts and fantasies about that boy was too enjoyable.” She heard him lick his lips, his mouth hovering over her ear. “All of the thoughts you have about him.” He gripped Ashley’s wrist so tight, the delicate bones ground together. She sucked in a breath and gritted her teeth. “The dreams you have about him. I could do those things to you.”

She turned her head and spit in his face.

He flinched back, his lips pressed tightly together. He raised his hand as if he were going to strike her, but paused and curled his fingers into a fist. He wiped the streak of saliva from his cheek as his features turned to stone, while he unfolded the pages of an enormous book propped on the altar.

“The Popol Vuh,” he said in almost a coo, his flush slowly vanishing. He ran his hand over the pages. The same kinds of markings that were on the stone altar in the caves were etched in faded ink on the pages. They glowed with life when he read the first few words.

Ashley’s stomach lurched as he continued to read aloud. With every word that passed through his lips, her limbs grew heavier.

The thousands of people jumped up and down and continued to raise their hands toward the sky, chanting in unison. Their words slurred and morphed into white noise.

Sarian held up the canary diamond pendant strung on a silver chain. It sparked in the sun. “You wouldn’t accept it as a gift before, but perhaps you will consider it now that you see all you could reign over once you belong to me.” He unlatched the necklace. “It will strip you of your abilities—at least until I see you are willing to obey my commands.” She struggled to tear herself out of his grip. He jerked her toward him and held her against his chest. He narrowed his eyes. “You can either accept your fate and live, or I can release you to the will of the underworld, and you can die a slow, agonizing death.” He skimmed the zipper of her fleece sweater. “But it must be touching your skin to work.”

He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her against the altar, the blood from the last sacrifice already dried and turned to dust. With the altar digging into her spine, he yanked the zipper down and tore open her shirt to expose her skin. She blinked when bits of soil fell onto her cheeks and eyelashes from the roots slithering above them.

His eyes narrowed as they locked on the pendant around Ashley’s neck. A scowl arched his lip. “You believe the heaven deities can help you now?” He grabbed Zanya’s emblem, tore it from her neck, and threw it to the ground. “You are mine now. They have no power here.” He towered over her, glaring down at her with disgust, as though he hated everything about her. “I own you.”

He laid the diamond over her skin. The moment he clasped the chain around her neck, the sickness that crawled through her veins burst with such intense heat, it felt as if she’d been set on fire. The energy clamped around her heart.

Ashley’s muscles locked, and without her will, she turned toward Sarian. He extended his hand and trailed his fingers over her cheek and down her neck, resting his hand over the necklace. She wanted to pull away but her body wouldn’t obey her command to step back. Sarian trailed his hand down to her bust line, stopping just as his finger caught the lace of her tank top.

“Now,” Sarian said in a gratified tone. “Let us watch the cleansing of your new kingdom.”

Ashley didn’t reply. Her voice was one of the few things she still had control of, and she wouldn’t relinquish it. Not until she was ready, and not until she chose.

Sarian grabbed hold of her hand and rested her open palm on his cheek. He dragged his lips over her skin, inhaling her scent while his eyes closed and his throat visibly tightened with a sexual tension that made her want to gag. “Remember.” He opened his eyes and stared into her face. “Your abilities are chained, and if I so choose, you will be just another corpse lying at the bottom of the temple. I suggest you exercise some sense and do as you are told, young guardian.”

Ashley swallowed, but her throat was so dry she could barely manage. Where was Arwan when she needed him? The only explanation she could think of was too painful to consider.

She glared defiantly at Sarian.

He returned the gesture. “You prove to be more like your mother than I care to remember.” He threw her hand back, nearly tossing her to the ground.

More soil tapped over her shoulders, and his. A thin layer of dirt had settled over the stone temple.

Sarian turned his attention back to the book and continued reading from the pages. With the first few words that passed through his lips, the ground below them began to crawl. Roots from the earth above reached down, and more pushed through the dusty earth. The temple trembled. Ashley grabbed onto a stone block and bent her knees so she wouldn’t fall down the steps.

Thankfully she still had control over her minor action.

Sarian didn’t seem fazed in the least. She stared at the book, then back at him while he dragged his finger under each line he read aloud.

This was the book she saw in her dreams. It had the same curled corners, the same yellow tint, and the same textured pages.

Screams and shrieks replaced the underworlders’ chants as roots coiled around their ankles and legs, and dragged them under.

Blood coated the ground.

Ashley didn’t have time to think. If she wanted to live through this, she’d have to do something to stop Sarian from reading the rest of the passage.

Too bad her feet felt like twenty-pound weights.

A bloodcurdling scream shrieked through the air, and Ashley turned her head to see underworlders scattered in every direction, desperately seeking refuge from the hungry tree. Scarlet saturated the dry ground, sitting in puddles on the surface. Soon, the ground looked like a sea of blood.

Sarian continued to read from the book, line after line, page after page. And worse, she could do nothing more than watch. The necklace was hexed with magic more powerful than anything she could control. Sheer force wouldn’t work in this case. She would have to be smart.

Ashley squared her jaw. “Is this how you really want to win?”

He stopped reading and slowly turned his head toward her.

“I mean, this isn’t even a fair fight.” She arched a brow. “Or maybe you really are a coward.”

His upper lip twitched.

“Oh.” She pursed her lips. “So that’s it. You’re scared of me.” She huffed. “Well, I should have guessed as much. My mother showed you up, why wouldn’t I? You couldn’t take the same chance twice, so you took the coward’s—”

He lunged toward her and grabbed her throat. “Your mother, that whore, was no match for me. It’s true she put up a reasonable fight, but I broke her.” His grip tightened, cutting off her air. “And I will inevitably break you as well.” He tilted his head to the side while she struggled to pull in a breath. The edges of her vision clouded with black, and he released her throat just before she lost consciousness. She gasped and coughed. “If you are suggesting you think you can defeat me in my own realm, I welcome you to try. Perhaps getting this over with early will be of more benefit.” Sarian ran his fingers over the canary diamond necklace, and her muscles sighed in relief. He took a step back and faced her. “Now…”

The cooling sensation of Ashley’s light spread through her chest, and clashed with the sick heat of the cursed charm.

It was now or never.

She threw out her hands to strike him with an energy ball.

There was nothing.

Sarian grinned. “Do you honestly believe I would give you your abilities back? Foolish girl.” He shook his head. “Women are good for little more than to be subservient. I will never understand why the gods chose a female to guard the stone.”

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A long time enthusiast of things that go bump in the night, Theresa began her writing career as a journalism intern—possibly the least creative writing field out there. After her first semester at a local newspaper, she washed her hands of press releases and feature articles to delve into the whimsical world of fiction.

 

Since then, Theresa has been married, had three terrific kids, moved to central Ohio, and has been repeatedly guilt tripped into adopting a menagerie of animals that are now members of the family. But don’t be fooled by her domesticated appearance. Her greatest love is travel. Having traveled to over a dozen countries—not to mention an extended seven-year stay in Kodiak, Alaska—she is anything but settled down. But wherever life brings her, Theresa will continue to weave tales of adventure and love with the hope her stories will bring joy and inspiration to her readers.

 

Coming Soon!

13th Street

Novella 2.5 of The Stone Legacy Series