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Here's a little thank you for visiting my website:The Prologue for BONES FOR BREAD--Ashmoore's story
The Pipe and Spittle, Brigadunn, Scottish Highlands, 1816 The nervous wench set a pint just within his easy reach and scurried away like a coward. He snorted. It must have been his rare-seen smile that frightened her, but he couldna hide his glee for all the tryin’ in the world. Though the rain be fallin’ sideways on the far side of the tavern door, it was a fine, fine day indeed. He took a celebratory swig and used his sleeve to wipe the bubbles from his stubbled lip. The course cloth of it dragged across his face and he grimaced. If any man in Brigadunn deserved to wear finer clothes, it was he. But he couldna walk away from the role he played, at least not for a wee while anyhow. But soon. Soon. He took another drink and let the suds alone, avoiding a second reminder of the rags he wore in favor of a happier thought. He couldna understand why the Fates would deal so generously with him. After all, he was a ruthless man down to the bottom of his boots. He’d spilled more blood than Paddy’d spilled beer, and truth be told, there was a time he would have let his own mother freeze if it meant her shawl would earn a bit of silver. So why would his enemy be delivered into his hands like a boon from Heaven? As the warm drink disappeared down his gullet, he wondered at the odds that he’d ever performed some noble service of some sort on the odd day some deity might have taken note of him. He could think of nothing. Truly. Perhaps he was favored for being such an enterprising man. Wasn’t it God himself who claimed to prefer a soul who could help himself? So mayhap it had naught to do with the Fates, and all to do with God using a mortal arm to exact a bit of vengeance on the wicked—or at the very least, a man more wicked than he. A sign is what it was. God was delivering his enemy to his very doorstep. What choice did he have but to do God’s will? If he and the Almighty were of a mind, there was a tree somewhere in the glen destined to feel the weight of the Right Honorable Earl of Ashmoore. Or rather, his lordship’s weight and then some, for don’t a body weigh a bit more when it be swingin’? He laughed when he imagined the look on Lord Ashmoore’s face when he realized not all his enemies were dead and buried in France. BONES FOR BREAD will be available soon! |
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In Wicked news: I've taken Wicked off sale so I can post it here. (June 10th!)
LORD FOOL NEWS You can replace your original version of Lord Fool to the Rescue with the new expanded version by going to your Manage my Kindle page, deleting the old, then uploading the new. Or so Amazon claims. Let me know how that works out for you. You will notice the cover has changed. Lord Fool is now wearing a dress.
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The latest news:
First of all, the website has obviously changed... And this: A character just walked into the waiting room. And he's not your typical character either. He's a middle-grade children's book author and his name is Mortimer Coffee. Dresses funny. Black cape. Green bow tie. Army boots that clash with his pastel golfing pants. Squints like those people who refuse to believe they need glasses. Holds a fat notepad against his chest. Flips his pencil constantly, drops it on the floor every ten seconds like he's trying to master some Korean pencil trick but failing miserably. Mortimer Coffee. Mor Coffee. In Scotland, Mor means big, or chief. Important Coffee? Large amounts of coffee? Maybe that's why he looks a little shaky. He says he's okay to wait. I think the pencil constantly hitting the floor is going to drive my other characters to drink. It clatters across a desk and onto the floor. Isobelle bursts out laughing. Ash gives me a pointed look. He's telling me to get him the hell out of here. I don't dare laugh and I bend to my manuscript. I haven't the guts to tell him I started to rewrite his story a few days ago. He'll figure it out--probably about the same time Mortimer Coffee masters that trick. 
Not Without Juliet is available, for those who did not hear me shouting from the rooftops for the past few weeks.
She will let nothing stop her... Juliet Bell has a hit man, the FBI, a long-lost sister, and a handful of handsome Highlanders hunting her through time. But she’s not going back until she gets what’s hers. And her hunters won’t go back either—not without Juliet. He’s had a change of heart... Quinn Ross is in a pickle. He’s about to die a martyr, which would have been fine with him a year before, but 15th century Scotland has revived his survival instincts and he’s decided he wants to live after all. Bad timing that. An enemy they never saw coming... The two are thrown together, whether by the hands of Fate or a pair of clever witches, and they find love lends a much nobler purpose to their impossible quests. But they’ll have to maneuver around a centuries-old curse and a villain with a higher purpose of his own--or everything they want will be out of their hands forever. 
The following books are now available in audio:
Going Back for Romeo, Blood for Ink, Somewhere Over the Freaking Rainbow, and Christmas Kiss. Others are in production. 
This one is narrated by a very Captain-Pickard-sounding gentleman by the name of Jim McCance. Available through Audible.com, Amazon, and iTunes. There's a double sample on there. Take a listen! You're going to love this guy.
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Below is a quick look at all the titles currently available. Check the 'Coming Soon' page to see what's in the works.
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