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- Pamela Clare
- I grew up in Colorado at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, then lived in Denmark and traveled throughout Europe before coming back to Colorado. I have two adult sons, whom I cherish. I started my writing career as a columnist and investigative reporter and eventually became the first woman editor of two different papers. Along the way, my team and I won numerous state and several national awards, including the National Journalism Award for Public Service. In 2011, I was awarded the Keeper of the Flame Lifetime Achievement Award for Journalism. Now I write historical romance and contemporary romantic suspense.
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Thursday, March 12, 2015
What’s new?
It’s been a good month here at Casa Clare. My health continues to improve. The first three books of the I-Team series are out in the UK. Ride the Fire (Kenleigh-Blakewell #3) came out in audiobook with Kaleo Griffith voicing one of my personal favorite tortured heroes, Nicholas. Sweet Release, my first historical, is being translated for release in May in Japan. And, best of all, I’ve written almost half of Holly’s story.
Now for the details...
Eternal Romance released Extreme Exposure, Hard Evidence, and Unlawful Contact on March 5, bringing the I-Team series to readers in the UK and Commonwealth nations. The books are available in print and ebook format. I’ve gotten so many emails over the the past year asking when the books would be out. I hope my UK readers are enjoying them.
The next three — Naked Edge, Breaking Point, and Striking Distance — will be available on April 2, with four of my historicals set for release in May.
My author copies of the first three books arrived, and it has been wonderful to hold them in my hands!
The Kenleigh-Blakewell Family Saga is now available in its entirety in audiobook format from Tantor Audio. Kaleo Griffith is again giving voice to my characters — good news for all of you Obsessive Kaleo Disorder sufferers. Yes, it’s OKD Fix Time! Kaleo has outdone himself on this series, which has a gazillion different characters with at least that many accents. Most of the series features characters who speak with different British English accents, so if you loved Kaleo as a Scott, you’re going to love these, too. I’ve listed to Sweet Release and Carnal Gift myself and am a few hours into Ride the Fire, a novel of which I am particularly fond. Carnal Gift got an A+ review from Audio Gals, which is pretty terrific!
Readers in Japan can look forward to Sweet Release in May. They really love the MacKinnon’s Rangers series there and are particularly fond of Lord William. Yes, HE is the the star of that series for them. So, while they wait for his book, they’ll have the Kenleigh-Blakewell series to read. Thanks to Kyoko Nakai for her hard work on the translations!
I love the cover to this book — Laura’s striking blue eyes and Javier’s dog tags.
Mariajo Losada does a fabulous job translating my books for Spanish readers, putting so much of herself into the effort. I’ve told her that I consider them to be our books, not just my books.
And then for the news that has me smiling most...
I am more than a third of the way done with Holly Bradshaw’s story. The working title is Dead Giveaway, though I am still hoping to come up with something naughtier and sexier. This is Holly’s book we’re talking about, after all.
What can I tell you about it?
You all know Holly pretty well, as she’s been in each I-Team book since the beginning. Nick Andris, the man who finally wins her heart, is new to the series. Let me tell you about him...
Nikolai (Nick) Andris is the son of immigrants from Georgia. He grew up in the States in a close family, has a sister, and four brothers. He went into the Army and made his way into Delta Force, but was quickly recruited by the CIA to serve as a paramilitary operator.
Two years before the story opens, he is involved in an operation that goes sideways — and costs the life of the woman he loved. Now, he’s been recalled to the US and given the chance to take out the arms dealer responsible for her death. The arms dealer just happens to be the man Holly is dating.
Poor Holly! You know it’s been a bad date when 1) you’re drugged and 2) you wake up half naked in bed with a dead man.
The words have really been flowing on this book, and it has been so fun to write. It’s probably the lightest and funniest I-Team novel, and Holly and Nick together are setting the pages on fire.
Watch for an excerpt soon!
Tuesday, February 03, 2015
Back to life
I was going to do a blog post about picking up the pieces of my life and the challenges involved in that — how what was once normal feels so strange, how hard it is to create a day when you’ve forgotten what it feels like to have things to do.
But a strange thing happens.
I started trying to pick up the pieces — and found myself living again.
I am doing much better than in my last blog post. Though I still have some pain in my left chest and arm, probably from radiation, I’m going for walks, hitting the gym, and best of all I am writing again. I cannot tell you how it has felt to sit down every day and have Holly’s story just fall out of my fingertips. I’m on Chapter 6 — a point at which I’ve already begun to doubt whatever story I’m working on — and so far, I love it. But more on that another time.
I have news! So many of you have asked over the past year or so when, oh, when will my books be available in the UK and Commonwealth countries on Kindle. The fantastic news is that Eternal is publishing both my historicals and the I-Team series, and the books will be out in March, April and May — all of them.
I was going back and forth with my wonderful editor at Eternal when I discovered that the covers for the historicals are based on photographs taken by my good friend Jenn LeBlanc.
Talk about a small world!
This was complete coincidence and speaks to the quality of Jenn’s work that a UK publisher had tapped her photos for my books.
If the man on the cover of Surrender looks familiar it’s because he bloody well ought to. That’s Karl, who served as the live-action hero in the trailer Jenn, Benjamin and I put together for Defiant.
It’s a special thrill for me to have Jenn’s works on my books. If you count my indie pubs, that means Jenn’s photos grace eight of my covers now. Is that right, Jenn? Eight?
The publication schedule for Eternal is as follows:
March 5
EXTREME EXPOSURE
HARD EVIDENCE
UNLAWFUL CONTACT
April 2
NAKED EDGE
BREAKING POINT .
STRIKING DISTANCE
May 14
SURRENDER
UNTAMED
DEFIANT
RIDE THE FIRE
EXTREME EXPOSURE
HARD EVIDENCE
UNLAWFUL CONTACT
April 2
NAKED EDGE
BREAKING POINT .
STRIKING DISTANCE
May 14
SURRENDER
UNTAMED
DEFIANT
RIDE THE FIRE
As a special treat, I’ll be participating this weekend in a free romantic fiction festival designed to bring UK readers and authors together online. I’m not sure what all it entails, but I’ll be there. Here’s the link to sign up and participate.
http://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/romance-festival-2015-tickets-15326821937
I've got to run, so I'll post the I-Team covers here and dash. But I hope you're as happy about the news as I am. It's rare to have two entire series coming out all at once.
If you’re new to my work, visit my website at www.pamelaclare.com for details on all of the stories.
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
RIDE THE FIRE is out! Special: Nicholas meets Connor MacKinnon
Ride the Fire (Kenleigh-Blakewell Family Saga, Book 3) is out today! After almost four years of being out of print, it’s back.
Here are all of the places you can find it, in addition to your local indie bookstores, which can probably order it if they don’t have it in stock:
Amazon: http://amzn.to/Y7Jx8K
For Kindle: http://amzn.to/14P7054
B&N: http://bit.ly/11PaZKC
Nook: http://bit.ly/XeHwZH
Indiebound: http://bit.ly/Ut1nYI
iTunes: http://bit.ly/Ut20l0
At the same time, the first two books in that series — Sweet Release and Carnal Gift — have been given new covers and issued in trade paperback through Amazon.com. Carrie from Seductive Designs did the cover design, while Jenn LeBlanc shot the original photographs. I think they covers are pretty amazing. They were made to match artistically with Ride the Fire.
So my first trilogy is back in print again! I’ll raise a glass that! But to celebrate I decided to share something with you that fans of Ride the Fire might appreciate — a scene that I deleted from Defiant where Nicholas Kenleigh meets Connor MacKinnon and Sarah Woodville in the wilderness.
Ride the Fire takes place in 1763, after the MacKinnon's Rangers books end. So Nicholas Kenleigh is wandering around in his self-imposed exile in the wild during the time that Iain, Morgan and Connor are fighting the war. I figured they might happen to cross paths...
Nicholas is one of my favorite heros, so I couldn’t resist the idea of writing the scene once the idea came to me. What would happen if these two protective alpha males crossed paths in the wilderness? I had a lot of fun with it — and then realized that it slowed down the narrative of Defiant without adding anything to the store more than a “squeee!” moment for hard-core fans of my books. It was a great act of writerly self-control to delete it.
Now, I can share it with you!
When Connor MacKinnon Met Nicholas Kenleigh
From somewhere
nearby, a horse snorted.
In a heartbeat,
Sarah found herself on the ground, Connor shielding her body with his, rifle
already in his hands, tompion between his teeth.
Then from among
the trees before them, a man appeared.
Tall with long, dark hair and a long beard, he stepped forth, animal
skins draped over his horse’s back, a dead deer hanging over his shoulder. He was dressed head to toe in buckskin, and
Sarah thought at first that he must be a French trapper. But when he spoke, his accent was cultured
and very English.
“Save your
lead. The name is Nicholas Kenleigh, a
loyal subject of His Majesty King George.
Have you anything to go with this buck?"
# # #
Connor leaned in
close to Joseph and spoke in Mahican. “I
do not like it. See how he watches her?”
Kenleigh was
skinning and gutting the buck, his hands bloody to the wrists, his gaze
drifting time and again to Sarah, who gathered kindling nearby apparently
heedless that she was the center of so much male attention.
Joseph
nodded. “A deserter?”
Such men, both
French and English, prowled the forests, unable to return home for fear of
being hanged. Cutthroats and thieves,
they had no honor and lived outside the law, attacking farmsteads, stealing,
raping, killing.
“Aye, what else
would he be? Look at his horse.” Connor had never seen a stallion of such
quality, surely beyond the means of a mere trapper. He’d likely stolen it. “There is war in his eyes. And his musket—it is the weapon of a soldier.
”
Even as they
spoke, Kenleigh looked away from the buck, his gaze seeking Sarah. The man had like as not gone months, perhaps
years, without a woman and might at this very moment be imagining all the ways
Sarah might serve his lust.
“We could kill him
now or wait for him to kill us and take her.”
Connor knew Joseph
was right, but the thought of slaying a man in cold blood was repugnant to
him. They had no proof that Kenleigh was
deserter, after all. The only thing he’d
done thus far was to gaze upon Sarah a bit too long and a bit too often.
Then again, maybe
they should kill him.
Connor reined in
his anger. “We must remain watchful and
ready.”
Without needing to
speak further, Connor and Joseph kept Sarah far beyond Kenleigh’s reach, one of
them ever at her side as cuts of venison were set to roast above the fire,
cornmeal was mixed into ashcakes, and more firewood was gathered. If Kenleigh made any move to take her, they
would kill him before he touched her.
Kenleigh said
little but went about his business, watching the venison, brushing his horse,
speaking to it in soft reassuring tones.
The chestnut stallion, which he called Zeus, nuzzled him, nickering
softly, the affection between the two helping to reassure Connor that Kenleigh
wasn’t entirely evil.
Men could be
easily fooled; animals were not.
An hour later,
they sat around the fire, Sarah between Connor and Joseph—and across the fire
from Kenleigh.
The man cut off a
sliver of roasted venison with his knife and ate it with uncommon grace, his
manners sharply at odds with his rough appearance. “Obwandiyag of the Ottawa speaks of uniting
the tribes to throw the whites out. When
this war ends, I fear we shall face another.”
Joseph seemed to
consider this. “It will be hard to bring
the tribes together. The Haudenosaunee
and Wyandot will never stop fighting, and my people will never ally themselves
with the Mohawk.”
“I’ve heard
Obwandiyag speak. He is metai—a spiritual leader—and holds the
respect of many.” Kenleigh cut off
another slice of venison. “Some among
the Ottawa believe he was born to rid the Americas of Europeans.”
Then his gaze
shifted to Sarah, who had stopped eating to listen. “I apologize if my words frighten you, miss.”
“She’s my wife.” Connor spoke the
words with more force than he’d intended.
Kenleigh met his
gaze. “What brings you out this far?”
And Connor saw
that Kenleigh trusted them no more than they trusted him. Why then had he approached them? There could be only one reason—Sarah.
Connor’s hackles
rose.
“A Mequachake Shawnee war party took
her.” Connor cut Sarah a slice of meat
and held it out for her, using the gesture as an excuse to move closer to
her. “We came to get her back.”
Kenleigh looked
from Connor to Joseph and back again.
“Just the two of you against the entire village?”
“Aye.” Connor cut a slice of meat, the juices hot on
his fingers. “You’ll find a dozen or so
dead Shawnee a good day’s journey to the south.”
Kenleigh seemed to
study him, as if taking his measure afresh, then his gaze shifted once more to
Sarah. This time, his voice was gentle
when he spoke. “Is what this man says
true? Is he your husband?”
“Aye, sir.” A
blush crept into Sarah’s cheeks. “We
are… We are newly wed.”
“Felicitations.” Kenleigh’s gaze shifted back to Connor. “I’ve given you my name. ’Tis time I learnt yours.”
Joseph spoke
first. “Joseph Aupauteunk, war chief of
the Mahican.”
“I am Connor
MacKinnon, and this is my bride, Sarah.”
Kenleigh’s eyebrows rose. “Connor MacKinnon? Major
Connor MacKinnon of MacKinnon’s Rangers?”
“Aye, the same.”
“Why didn’t you
bloody say so in the first place? With
deserters running rampant through these woods, I saw the woman and feared she
was your captive.”
Sarah gaped at
him. “You thought to rescue me?”
Connor gave a
snort. “Is that why you contrived to
share your kill wi’ us—so that you could discover the truth about her?”
“Aye.” Kenleigh grinned, reaching out to cut another
slice of meat. “And I suppose you
thought I was a deserter.”
Connor met his
gaze. “Are you?”
“Nay.” Kenleigh cut off another slice. “I fought beside Colonel Washington as a
volunteer in the Virginia Regiment early in the war until I was taken captive
by the Wyandot.”
Connor concealed
his surprise. Few taken by the Wyandot
escaped being burnt alive in their fires.
He might have asked Kenleigh how he’d avoided that fate, but the haunted
look that came to Kenleigh’s eyes stopped Connor cold.
# #
#
Master Kenleigh
journeyed with them for the rest of the afternoon. He insisted Sarah ride while he walked, but
Connor would allow this only if he sat upon the horse with her, apparently
trusting neither the stallion nor its owner with her safety. He climbed onto the beast’s back, then drew
her into the saddle before him, positioning her so that she sat astride.
But Sarah had
never sat a horse in so bold a fashion before.
Heat flooded her cheeks as her already short doeskin skirt was pushed
up, leaving her legs exposed from the top of her leggings, which tied off just
below her knees, to the middle of her thighs.
“I cannot sit like this. ’Tis indecent
and—”
“Stop thrashin’
about, or you’ll frighten the horse.”
Connor steadied her, taking the reins from Master Kenleigh, who held the
bridle, speaking to the stallion in low, reassuring tones.
Though Sarah
couldn’t be certain because of his thick beard, it seemed to her Master
Kenleigh was smiling.
Then Connor spoke
softly for her ears alone. “This journey
has been hard on you, lass. Rest while
you can. Besides, ’tis no’ as bad as being
bare-breasted, aye?”
And Sarah’s cheeks
burned hotter.
For a time, they moved through the forest
without speaking. Birds filled the
forest with song, their staccato chirps and trills a merry chorus. The sky was still blue, warm sunlight
filtering down through budding branches onto a carpet of wet leaves, last summer’s
crowning glory now a faded carpet. A
warm breeze blew through the trees, carrying the mingled scents of damp earth,
moldering vegetation, and sunshine, mountains and valleys stretching out around
them as far as the eye could see.
Oh, how Margaret would have loved to paint
this for one of her landscapes! Yet,
even Margaret with her eye and her skill with the brush would have struggled to
capture such beauty on canvas. How could
any art depict a wilderness as fierce and vast as this?
Sarah’s gaze dropped
to Master Kenleigh, who walked beside them.
What a mystery he was. In
appearance, he seemed every bit the wild man, a trapper of little means, crude
and unkempt, a haunted look in his eyes.
Yet his speech was refined, his manners those of a well-bred gentleman.
It touched Sarah
that he had thought to rescue her. A
stranger, he’d been willing to risk his life to save hers. Yet, how fortunate it was for all of them
that he’d chosen to seek out the truth of her situation before striking. Who’s to say who might have emerged the
victor had he attacked Connor and Joseph?
Of a similar height to Connor, he clearly knew how to fight and
survive.
She’d often heard her father say that
Britain was well rid of the riffraff who emigrated to the Americas—the poor,
convicts, traitors, heretics, zealots.
But it seemed to her that the American frontier bred men of uncommon
strength and courage, men who were every bit as gallant as they were rough.
And something Joseph had said came back to
her.
In
this land, nobility comes not from one’s fathers or a title or from the land
one owns, but from one’s actions. The MacKinnon brothers are the highest
nobility to those who live on the frontier—true warriors, men who know how to
fight and survive, men who put the lives of others before their own.
Sarah could see that now. Though Connor, Joseph and Master Kenleigh
would not have been welcome in her father’s halls, they were noble men,
possessed of skills and qualities few London gentlemen could match.
It was Master
Kenleigh who finally broke the silence, pointing through the trees toward
sun-dappled hills beyond. “When you
reach the valley between those two mountains, veer east. The Delaware are gathering at the northern
end of that valley, most of them ready, like the Shawnee, to abandon their
peace with Britain. Unless I am
mistaken, MacKinnon, there is still a price on your scalp.”
There was a price on Connor’s scalp?
“Aye, so there
is.”
The men began to
speak of the land and the surest routes to Fort Edward, their knowledge of this
forest beyond her comprehension. How
they could tell one stand of trees, one mountaintop, one valley from the next,
she could not say. And lulled by the
motion of the horse and the fresh, warm air, Sarah drifted off to sleep.
She roused
sometime later—how much later she couldn’t say—to find her head resting against
Connor’s chest, his arm wrapped gently around her ribcage just beneath her
breasts. She felt safe in his embrace,
sheltered, cared for. Not wanting that
feeling to end, she let herself doze, her mind catching snatches of quiet
conversation.
“Have you seen the
great river?” Connor’s voice rumbled in his chest.
“The river the
Ojibwa call Mshi-ziibi? Aye, I’ve
seen. I’ve crossed it, in fact, and
journeyed west beyond it for most of a year.”
“What lies beyond
the river?”
“Plains so vast
they seem like an ocean of tall grass and beyond that mountains that make these
peaks look like mere hills.”
And for a time she
dreamt she was floating over waves of grass in the birch bark canoe, her head
lying against Connor’s chest as he rowed.
“Your wife is a
gentle creature. Why in God’s name did
you bring her out here? You of all
people should know the frontier is no place for a woman.”
“My reasons are my
own affair, Kenleigh.”
They were talking
about her, she realized. But then she
was drifting again.
“Where are your
men? Why are you out here alone? You’ve long leagues yet to travel and just
the two of you to watch over her.”
“We hadn’t yet
mustered for the season. Most of the
Rangers are winterin’ wi’ their families.
I sent for volunteers, but I dinnae think they’ll be able to find us ere
we reach Fort Edward. They’ll track us
as far as Mequachake, but whether the
village will still be there or they’ll be able to find our tracks leading
westward, I dinnae ken.”
When next Sarah
opened her eyes, she saw Master Kenleigh set his rifle against a tree and draw
his buckskin tunic over his head as if he’d grown overly warm from his
exertions. The shirt of white linen he
wore beneath it got caught in the supple leather and nearly came off, too,
giving her a glimpse of his bare back.
It took a moment
for Sarah to understand what she was seeing.
Scars.
His body was
covered with them. Cuts. Pinched flesh. Burn marks.
It looked as if someone had tried to cut him to bits or burn him
alive. Or both.
She sat upright
and might have gasped had Connor not covered her mouth, his lips pressed
against her ear as he whispered an almost inaudible, “Shhh.”
And Sarah’s heart
filled with pity for Master Kenleigh.
Someone had hurt him horribly, and his flesh bore the marks of that
cruelty. Now he lived alone on the
frontier with no home, no family, no one to call his friend. How lonely he must be! And yet, even in the midst of his loneliness
he had turned aside from his own path for her sake.
But who had hurt
him and why?
# #
#
Joseph, who had
been scouting ahead, was waiting for them as planned at the top of the next
ridge. He acknowledged Connor with an
almost imperceptible nod.
“It’s here we part
ways, Major.” Kenleigh took the
stallion’s bridle. “A good day’s journey
east of here, you’ll find an old farmstead where your wife can take shelter.”
“Are you certain
you willna travel wi’ us?” Connor
dismounted, then reached up for Sarah, setting her on her feet beside him,
strangely pleased by this fiction of his being her husband. “You can trade at Fort Edward, build up your
stores. There’s always room in the
Rangers for a man wi’ your skills and knowledge.”
Kenleigh took the
reins and rubbed the horse’s muzzle, answering without meeting Connor’s
gaze. “You honor me, Major, but I have
seen enough war.”
’Twas as final an
answer as a man could give, and having seen the scars on Kenleigh’s body,
Connor did not begrudge him.
“Should you ever
be in need, seek me out.” Connor
adjusted his tumpline pack, then reached for the rifle he’d tucked behind
Kenleigh’s saddle. “Thank you for
sharin’ the venison—and your horse. I
hope we didna take you too far out of your way.”
“I have no destination,
so you needn’t fear on that account.”
Then Kenleigh faced Connor, holding out his hand. “’Tis not every day a man meets a living
legend.”
Connor shook
Kenleigh’s hand, feeling vaguely discomfited by the praise. ’Twas Iain and Morgan who were legends, not
Connor. “I bid you farewell and a safe
journey.”
Kenleigh’s gaze
came to rest on Sarah, and he bowed his head.
“Ma’am.”
He turned away and
began to mount his horse.
“Wait!” She hurried over to him. “You would have risked your life for mine,
and for that, I am most grateful. I’ll
not forget your courage. May God bless
and keep you and guide you on your journey, wherever it may lead. I shall keep you in my prayers.”
Then she stood on
tiptoe and pressed a kiss to the man’s cheek, much to Connor’s
astonishment. Kenleigh’s gaze dropped
once more to Sarah’s face, but it wasn’t lust Connor saw in his eyes. It was soul-deep longing, loneliness, regret.
When Connor
glanced over his shoulder a few minutes later, Kenleigh still stood there atop the
ridge, watching them as they made their way down the mountainside.
~ ~ ~
Speaking of Defiant, I got the fantastic news that it won Best Historical Romance (not set in the UK) in All About Romance’s 17th Annual Readers’ Poll. That was a huge thrill! I’m sure Connor would be gratified — and suitably smug — if he knew. Thank you do all of you who voted for it. There was a time when I thought the MacKinnon’s Rangers series was dead. You helped ensure that it lives on.
Thank you!
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Countdown to RIDE THE FIRE — Giveaway!
Somehow January has flown by, and we’re now one short week away from the big reissue of my third historical romance, Ride the Fire.
I am so excited to share this book with you, and to celebrate, I’m giving away a signed copy to one lucky person who posts below.
What’s special about Ride the Fire? Why is it one of my all-time favorites?
I found my true voice as a writer while working on this novel.
It’s the first book I wrote that wasn’t tampered with in any way. No revisions. No cuts. No alterations.
It’s the first book I set during my favorite time period — the time of the French & Indian War (Seven Years’ War).
While doing the research for Ride the Fire, I stumbled across references to Colonial Rangers, which piqued my interest and eventually led to the MacKinnon’s Ranger series.
The subject matter is deeply personal for me, as the survivor of a childhood sexual assault.
No other book has demanded so much from me emotionally. I was left so drained after writing it that I couldn’t talk about it or even write the epilogue. I think the commitment I made to the story came through to the readers, making this a kind of break-through book for me.
Why is this reissue special?
I’ve gone back, reedited the story, added some new material, and finally, FINALLY written the epilogue.
Here’s the blurb from the back of the book:
Sometimes survival isn’t just about staying alive…
Widowed and alone on the frontier, Elspeth Stewart will do whatever it takes to protect herself and her unborn child from the dangers of the wilderness and of men. Though her youthful beauty doesn’t show it, she is broken and scarred from the way men have treated her. So, when a stranger wanders onto Bethie’s land, wounded and needing her aid, she takes no risks, tying him to the bed and hiding his weapons before ministering to his injuries.
But Bethie’s defenses cannot keep Nicholas Kenleigh from breaking down her emotional walls. The scars on his body speak of a violent past, but his gentleness, warmth, and piercing eyes arouse longings in her that she never imagined she had. As Nicholas and Bethie reveal to each other both their hidden desires and their tortured secrets, they discover that riding the flames of their passion might be the key to burning away the nightmares of their pasts.
For an excerpt, click here.
Contest Rules: Comment below by 11:59 p.m. Feb. 3 and tell me why you want to win. Be sure to leave your email address so that I can contact you! Believe it or not, there have been times when a person has won, but I had no way to reach her and she never responded to my post with the winners. Don’t let that person be you! Winners will be chosen using a contest randomizer on Feb. 4.
Let the fun begin!
Other news:
·
Sweet Release and Carnal
Gift (Kenleigh-Blakewell Family Saga, books 1 and 2) are being released
in paperback next week, complete with
sexy new covers. Now the whole Kenleigh-Blakewell trilogy will be available again!
·
Skin Deep (An I-Team After Hours novella) is
now available in paperback through Amazon.com,
CreateSpace.com and other
venues.
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