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Sunday, February 16

#CoverReveal: Nevada Cowboys by Kristina Knight


Publishing is a weird thing. We write our books and send them off to our editors and a few rounds of edits later we send our little book babies out into the world. And they are out there. We don’t really have the opportunity to make changes or adjust little bits or bobs that maybe our readers caught but we didn’t.

That, I think, is as it should be. Because, I don’t know about you, but I could pick a book to death changing this comma or that incomplete sentence (used for emphasis, of course) or that spelling oops (seriously, how did we miss that oh-so-obvious misspelling?).

When I turn that final edit in, though, it’s like a release for me. That book is still mine, but it’s a signal to my writer brain (and heart) that it isn’t just mine now. It’s my editors and my readers and, yeah, even the haters.

But every now and then, authors get the chance to do something a little different. We get to re-release books. And that’s what I’ve been working on for the last month or so.

A couple of years ago I had a cowboy trilogy out: three brothers, their ranch outside Las Vegas, their stories. I loved that series but my publisher (Crimson Romance) was bought out by a bigger publisher (Simon & Schuster) and they allowed us (not just me, all the authors) to request rights back on our books at a certain time.

The time for my cowboys – it’s now! And I’m finding that digging back into their stories is so much fun. I’ve fallen in love with Gage and Connor and Jase all over again…and with Callie, Miranda and Sabrina, too. I’m so grateful to my editors Jess Verdi and Julie Sturgeon who helped me get these books ready for the world back in 2016 and I’m so glad I’ve had the chance to re-read their stories and clean up those last few typos (that I swear some word processing gremlins had to put in there because the three of us couldn’t have just missed them!) and develop new covers for them.
Today I’m sharing those new covers – and blurbs – with y’all! Book 1 of the trilogy releases this month, but you can order book one now and pre-order books two and three!

Here's a bit about the series: Hot Las Vegas nights get even steamier for these three powerful, wealthy businessmen with cowboy roots and the strong, independent women who fall for them. What happens in Vegas certainly won’t stay there as these successful tycoons win at love.


Gage, Nevada Cowboys Book 1: Hot shot property developer Gage Reeves is taking Vegas by storm – that is, until his brother makes him the face of desperate bachelors everywhere. Enter Callie Holliday, who is trying to get a new, upscale spa off the ground. Callie’s connections in Vegas run just as deep as Gage’s, but unlike Gage’s family past Callie’s is pristine. They make a deal: her business venture, his building but what starts off strictly professional turned decidedly personal. Will Gage and Callie risk their professional success for a shot at love?

Pre-order Gage today: Amazon  BN.com  iBooks  KOBO


Connor, Nevada Cowboys Book 2: Denver publishing heiress Miranda Clayton is tired of society parties and shopping, but her tycoon father refuses to take her seriously. Her solution? Beat him at his own game by going to work for his top competitor, Connor Reeves. Connor isn’t fooled by Miranda’s act for a second. He knows exactly who she is; the question is what does the lady want?

Pre-order Connor today: Amazon  BN.com  iBooks  KOBO

Jase, Nevada Cowboys Book 3: Twenty-something ice queen Sabrina York enjoys fame and fortune writing self-help books for a largely female audience—but she could do without her reputation as the Oldest Living (Supposed) Virgin in Vegas. Jase Reeves knows Sabrina’s not nearly as cold as she would like people to think. He didn’t intend to have a one-night stand with the Vegas Virgin, but now he can’t get her out of his head. Now Sabrina has one goal: stay away from the handsome gambler before he melts her career—and her heart.

Pre-order Jase today: Amazon  BN.com  iBooks  KOBO

Kristina Knight's latest release, Gage, Nevada Cowboys Book 1, is available now in paperback or e-format! 

Knight is a contemporary romance author, part-time TKD-kid wrangler, and full-time ThinMints enthusiast. You can find out more the book and Kristina on her website, and feel free to stalk follow her on FacebookTwitter or Instagram.

s a weird thing. We write our books and send them off to our editors and a few rounds of edits later we send our little book babies out into the world. And they are out there. We don’t really have the opportunity to make changes or adjust little bits or bobs that maybe our readers caught but we didn’t. That, I think, is as it should be. Because, I don’t know about you, but I could pick a bookto death changing this comma or that incomplete sentence (used for emphasis, of course) or that spelling oops (seriously, how did we miss that oh-so-obvious misspelling?). When I turn that final edit in, though, it’s like a release for me. That book is still mine, but it’s a signal to my writer brain (and heart) that it isn’t just mine now. It’s my editors and my readers and, yeah, even the haters. But every now and then, authors get the chance to do something a little different. We get to re-release books. And that’s what I’ve been working on for the last month or so. A couple of years ago I had a cowboy trilogy out: three brothers, their ranch outside LasVegas, their stories. I loved that series but my publisher (Crimson Romance) was bought out by a bigger publisher (Simon & Schuster) and they allowed us (not just me, all the authors) to request rights back on our books at a certain time. The time for my cowboys – it’s now! And I’m finding that digging back into their stories isso much fun. I’ve fallen in love with Gage and Connor and Jase all over again…and withCallie, Miranda and Sabrina, too. I’m so grateful to my editors Jess Verdi and Julie Sturgeon who helped me get these books ready for the world back in 2016 and I’m so glad I’ve had the chance to re-read their stories and clean up those last few typos (that Iswear some word processing gremlins had to put in there because the three of us couldn’t have just missed them!) and develop new covers for them. Today I’m sharing those new covers – and blurbs – with y’all! Book 1 of the trilogy releases this month, but you can pre-order now! is a weird thing. We write our books and send them off to our editors and a few rounds of edits later we send our little book babies out into the world. And they are out there. We don’t really have the opportunity to make changes or adjust little bits or bobs that maybe our readers caught but we didn’t. That, I think, is as it should be. Because, I don’t know about you, but I could pick a bookto death changing this comma or that incomplete sentence (used for emphasis, of course) or that spelling oops (seriously, how did we miss that oh-so-obvious misspelling?). When I turn that final edit in, though, it’s like a release for me. That book is still mine, but it’s a signal to my writer brain (and heart) that it isn’t just mine now. It’s my editors and my readers and, yeah, even the haters. But every now and then, authors get the chance to do something a little different. We get to re-release books. And that’s what I’ve been working on for the last month or so. A couple of years ago I had a cowboy trilogy out: three brothers, their ranch outside LasVegas, their stories. I loved that series but my publisher (Crimson Romance) was bought out by a bigger publisher (Simon & Schuster) and they allowed us (not just me, all the authors) to request rights back on our books at a certain time. The time for my cowboys – it’s now! And I’m finding that digging back into their stories isso much fun. I’ve fallen in love with Gage and Connor and Jase all over again…and withCallie, Miranda and Sabrina, too. I’m so grateful to my editors Jess Verdi and Julie Sturgeon who helped me get these books ready for the world back in 2016 and I’m so glad I’ve had the chance to re-read their stories and clean up those last few typos (that Iswear some word processing gremlins had to put in there because the three of us couldn’t have just missed them!) and develop new covers for them. Today I’m sharing those new covers – and blurbs – with y’all! Book 1 of the trilogy releases this month, but you can pre-order now! is a weird thing. We write our books and send them off to our editors and a few rounds of edits later we send our little book babies out into the world. And they are out there. We don’t really have the opportunity to make changes or adjust little bits or bobs that maybe our readers caught but we didn’t. That, I think, is as it should be. Because, I don’t know about you, but I could pick a bookto death changing this comma or that incomplete sentence (used for emphasis, of course) or that spelling oops (seriously, how did we miss that oh-so-obvious misspelling?). When I turn that final edit in, though, it’s like a release for me. That book is still mine, but it’s a signal to my writer brain (and heart) that it isn’t just mine now. It’s my editors and my readers and, yeah, even the haters. But every now and then, authors get the chance to do something a little different. We get to re-release books. And that’s what I’ve been working on for the last month or so. A couple of years ago I had a cowboy trilogy out: three brothers, their ranch outside LasVegas, their stories. I loved that series but my publisher (Crimson Romance) was bought out by a bigger publisher (Simon & Schuster) and they allowed us (not just me, all the authors) to request rights back on our books at a certain time. The time for my cowboys – it’s now! And I’m finding that digging back into their stories isso much fun. I’ve fallen in love with Gage and Connor and Jase all over again…and withCallie, Miranda and Sabrina, too. I’m so grateful to my editors Jess Verdi and Julie Sturgeon who helped me get these books ready for the world back in 2016 and I’m so glad I’ve had the chance to re-read their stories and clean up those last few typos (that Iswear some word processing gremlins had to put in there because the three of us couldn’t have just missed them!) and develop new covers for them. Today I’m sharing those new covers – and blurbs – with y’all! Book 1 of the trilogy releases this month, but you can pre-order now!

Friday, February 14

Puppy Love by Jana Richards

On January 3, we had to make the painful decision to say goodbye to our seventeen-year-old dog Lou. It was a difficult and heart-breaking decision to make. Lou had arthritis for years but in recent months she had a very hard time walking. We gave her medication for the arthritis, but unfortunately, the medication had begun to affect her kidneys. The poor old girl was very, very tired.

Lou, in happier times. 
She was such a good dog for so long, and I adored her. But she almost didn't come into our lives.

We'd had cats for years, and I adored them, too.  We got our first cat, Snuffy, when I was pregnant with our older daughter. I probably babied her horribly, since I was in full nesting mode. She was a sweetheart. So, when she was run over by a car, I was devastated. I probably wouldn't have gotten another cat, at least not so quickly, but my aunt and uncle lived on a farm and they had kittens. A neighboring tom cat had killed most of the other kittens in the litter and my aunt wanted me to take the kitten before it was lost, too. What could I say? So Blackie came into our lives.

Blackie wasn't exactly friendly. Her favorite spot was up on top of the cupboards where no one could bother her. She'd occasionally allow me to pet her, and then suddenly turn around and bite me when she'd had enough, purring all the while. Even with all her quirks, Blackie was my girl.

But she wasn't a child-friendly pet. My older daughter was about eight by then and begged for another kitten, one she could play with. We made a trip to the Humane Society and found Princess Samantha, a.k.a. Sam. Sam had an calm disposition and loved being around people, both adults and children, making her a good pet for my girls.

We had both cats for a long time - Blackie for seventeen years and Sam for twelve. We lost them both to illness within a couple of years of each other, and once again it was devastating. I was done. I had no plans to ever get another pet. It hurt too much to lose them.

My daughters had different plans. My younger daughter had been asking for a dog practically since she could talk. I could always put her off, saying we already had two cats. But now that our cats were gone, I no longer had an excuse. The search was now on for a dog. But I really didn't want one. It was too hard to lose a pet.

I found an ad in the paper for a one and half year old pug/terrier cross for sale. We went to see her and it was love at first sight -- for my daughter. Me, not so much. Apparently, the owner was a breeder with several other dogs that she kept outside. Poor little Allu, the name the breeder had given the pug/terrier, was underweight, had a shabby coat and smelled terrible. We bought her anyway, with the strict understanding that she was to be the girls' dog.

Right.

Anyway, with love, good food and many baths, Lou gained weight, grew a lustrous, thick coat and smelled much better. And was the best friend we ever had.

Today, on Valentine's Day, the point of my story is this: love is worth the risk. That sentiment is often the theme of my books because it's so very true, in relationships between people and with animals. If I hadn't been coerced into bringing Lou into our home, I would have missed out on over fifteen years of love and laughter with our girl. Even though we've lost her and our hearts are heavy, the happy memories make up for the heartache.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Thursday, February 13

Angela K. Couch

The Wranglers are happy to welcome author Angela K. Couch to the round corral today.


A Woman Compelled by Christian Charity
Surrounded by the musket fire of the American Revolution, Rachel Garnet prays for her family to be safe.  When the British invade the Mohawk Valley, and her father and brother don’t return from the battle, she goes in pursuit of them. She finds her brother alive but her father has been killed at the hand of the enemy. Amidst the death, how can she ignore a cry for help…? Rachel reluctantly takes in a badly wounded British officer. But how long can her sense of Christian duty repress her hatred for his scarlet coat?


A Man Lost to the Devastation of War
Passages of Scripture and fleeting images of society are all Andrew Wyndham

recalls after he awakens to the log walls of his gentle prison. Even his name eludes him. Rachel Garnet insists he is a captain in the British army. He mourns the loss of his memory, but how can he hope to remember war when his “enemy” is capturing his heart?

A Scarlet Uniform Holds the Power to Unite or Divide

Andrew’s injuries are severe, his memory slow to return, and the secret of his existence too perilous to ignore. As Rachel nurses him back to health, his hidden scarlet coat threatens to expose the deeds of her merciful heart, and Andrew is forced to face a harrowing decision—Stay hidden and risk losing the woman he loves or turn himself in and risk losing his life.

Available at:       Barnes & Noble           Indigo/Chapters         Amazon

The Scarlet Coat: $0.99 (Other books in series- $1.99)



Excerpt: Chapter One

The last rays of sun faded into twilight, and the wind whispered through the trees, as if warning Rachel to turn back. She encouraged her pa’s stallion forward, though her pulse threatened to strangle her. Somewhere, not far away, a wolf wailed into the night. The mournful song resonated within her, bespeaking tragedy. She searched the deepening shadows of the forest. What if all the British hadn’t retreated? What if there were still Indians and Tories out there, waiting behind those trees?
Something unseen rustled the leaves, and a twig snapped. Lord, what am I doing? How would she even find them out here in the dark? Maybe she should go home or to the Reids’ for another night.
Her course of action seemed so clear when General Herkimer, and what remained of his regiment and the local militia, limped their way alongside the Mohawk River from Oriskany. The general lay on a stretcher, his leg below the knee wrapped in a crimson cloth, his face pale and expressionless—like so many of the men with him. Eight hundred had marched north the day before yesterday and barely half returned.
Her pa and brother were not among them.
Stay with the Reids. That was all Pa had asked of her. Benjamin Reid’s bad leg compelled him to remain behind and watch over their farms. Though the safest place for her, Rachel could no longer wait there trying to carry on a casual conversation with any of the Reid girls or hide behind her mother’s Bible. She couldn’t abide the confines of their snug cabin a minute longer without knowing her own family’s fate. Since losing Mama to illness two years ago, Pa and Joseph were all she had. She couldn’t lose them, too. But she’d ridden for hours now. Where was she?
A little farther along the trail, the wind shifted slightly, carrying on it the odor of burnt powder and blood. Battle. Rachel’s hand came to her stomach in an attempt to calm the sickness churning within.
The horse whinnied, shifting as he tossed his head.
“Whoa. Easy, Hunter.” She slid to the ground and surveyed her surroundings. Both sides of the road were heavily treed and thick with underbrush. Even still, she could make out the dark forms of fallen men. She stumbled over her feet but kept moving. “Joseph! Pa!” You can’t be dead.
Dragging the horse, Rachel ran. Each step constricted her throat until she could hardly breathe. Bodies littered the road—Indian, Tory, and American alike. She maneuvered around them, searching faces in the faint glow of the remaining light. She should have brought a lantern.
The road sloped downward into a deep ravine. Her feet faltered. Hundreds of men—a patchwork of blue and homespun. All motionless. All dead. If only she could close her eyes or turn away, but every muscle held her in place.
The rasp of a voice jolted her from the trance. She yelped and spun toward the intruder.
“Rachel?” The murmur of her name accompanied the form of a man emerging from the trees. “What are you doing here?”
“Joseph.” Relief at seeing her brother alive stole the strength from her legs. They trembled as she moved to him and brushed her fingers across his cheek, stained with dirt and powder. His sandy brown hair was tousled and appeared just as black. Rachel wrapped him in her arms and clung tight. “Why didn’t you come back with the others? I was so worried...afraid something happened to you and...”
She glanced to his face and the strange expression that marked it. More accurately, a complete lack of expression. “Where is Pa? What happened, Joseph? Tell me.”
“Tell you? You can see it, can’t you? Everywhere you look.”
Of course she saw it. All of it. But… “Where is Pa?”
Joseph looked back, and Rachel followed his gaze into the blackness of the timbered ridge of the ravine. She pushed away and moved stiffly in that direction. Pa.
“No.” Joseph’s cold hand seized hers. “There is nothing left in there. He’s dead.”
“Let me go.” She wrenched away, breaking free before he was able to grab her arm and pull her back. Her vision hazed. “Let me go. I need him.”
“It’s too late, Rachel. He’s dead. I was with him. I watched the life bleed out of him...nothing I could do to stop it. Don’t go up there.” His voice pleaded and his eyes glistened. Joseph wiped a sleeve across his nose and motioned to Hunter. “Please let me take you home, and I’ll return for Pa’s body.”
Rachel stared into the trees, aching to pull away once again. She took in a jagged breath, managed a nod, and then surrendered to his firm hands. He assisted her into the saddle. Joseph retained the reins to lead the horse, but they didn’t make it more than a few steps before an unusual cry wafted in the breeze.
Shivers spiked up and down Rachel’s spine. “What was that?”
“It was no animal.”
The mewling of human suffering perforated the night. A yapping howl followed—a wolf answering the plea.
“You stay here.” Joseph forced the thin leather reins into her hands, shooting her a warning glance before he hurried off the path and into the thick foliage.
Ignoring his order, Rachel dropped to the ground, twisted the reins around a branch and ran after him. She wouldn’t be left alone again. Not in this place. Not in the gathering dark. As she caught up to him, she gripped his sleeve.
Their gazes met.
Joseph’s mouth opened; then, he nodded his head. Turning away, he allowed her to trail him.
Her fingers remained tangled in the fabric of his shirt.
They followed the moaning to a tiny meadow strewn with more bodies.
Rachel gaped at the shiny black patches of blood evident on almost every corpse and covered her nose and mouth against the stench saturating the air.
As they drew near, the moans ceased.
Joseph called out, but there was no reply. “He must be here somewhere.” Frustration edged his voice.
“Maybe he’s too weak. We’ve got to find him if he’s still alive.”
Joseph moved out, stepping over the fallen, checking each for any sign of life.
Rachel stood back, frozen. Motionless. Numb. The man’s whimpers, though now silent, resounded in her mind. What if he were still alive? What if he woke again to this dark and death, only to become as the corpses surrounding him, with no one to lend him life…to help him?
Rachel forced her feet into action as she picked her way around a dead Indian. Though she tried to keep her eyes averted, they rebelliously wandered to the large hole in the middle of his chest. Her hand flew to her mouth as she lurched away. Stumbling backward, her feet tripped over a red uniformed body. She landed hard on the ground beside him. Bile rose in her throat and she twisted, retching into the nearest bush.
“What happened?” Joseph rushed to her.
She sat upright and wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve. Her whole body shook.
Joseph grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. “You shouldn’t have seen this. Let’s get you home. Whoever it was must already be gone.” He led her away, stepping over a fallen soldier’s body.
Rachel shrieked as the hem of her dress snagged on something.
“Do not leave…me.” An almost voiceless plea met her ears. “Please.”
She pivoted on her heel to where the soldier lay in his blood, his eyes wide, one hand extended. Rachel shivered.
Joseph also reacted, bringing his pistol to the enemy’s position.
The man coughed, and closed his eyes in pain. His brilliant scarlet coat and white breeches were smudged with grit and mud, his right hip a bloodied mass of flesh, probably ripped through by a musket ball.
“Rachel, go to the road.” The pistol trembled in Joseph’s grip.
“You’re going to kill him?” She glanced to the soldier.
His eyes remained closed. His mouth moved slightly as though speaking to someone. Perhaps he was praying.
Pushing past the nausea, Rachel swung back to her brother, reaching for him. “You can’t do this.”
Joseph jerked away. “This is exactly what both he and I have done since morning. How many of our neighbors do you think he’s personally sent from this life?”
Silence hung between them.
Joseph lowered his head and weariness returned to his voice. “I’m so tired of this, but there’s no other choice. Go back to the road and wait for me. I’ll be along in a minute.”
She couldn’t do it. Rachel moved, but not in the direction required by her brother. Instead, she knelt beside the wounded soldier and laid a cautious hand against his cool forehead.
His eyes fluttered open and peered up with evident fear. Confusion ridged his brow. Did he know he could expect no mercy and therefore could not understand her actions? His eyes rolled back, and his head slid from the large stone on which it had been resting. His body became limp with no sign of life other than the shallow, irregular breaths which moved his chest.
“Joseph, I know he’s our enemy, and I do hate him…” Rachel shook her head as she tried to swallow back the bitter taste still coating her tongue. “But we can’t kill him, and we can’t leave him to die out here like some dog we don’t like. Can we? I…I don’t know anymore.”

***



To keep from freezing in the Great White North, Angela K Couch cuddles under quilts with her laptop. Winning short story contests, being a semi-finalist in ACFW’s Genesis Contest, and a finalist in the International Digital Awards also helped warm her up. As a passionate believer in Christ, her faith permeates the stories she tells. Her martial arts training, experience with horses, and appreciation for good romance sneak in there, as well. When not writing, she stays fit (and warm) by chasing after four munchkins.

Tuesday, February 11

The Head vs. the Heart - By Janie DeVos

     


     A couple of years ago, my husband and I bought a little cottage in Beaufort, SC, which I blogged about in a piece entitled, “My Big Girl Pants”, (found on my website at www.janiedevos.com). The cottage was a picturesque little low country-style home, with dormer windows overlooking the front porch lit by quaint little oil lamps mounted on each side of the front door.  Magnolia and moss-laden oak trees shaded the teeny-tiny yard, and the marshes that teemed with all forms of wildlife were just a block behind us.  The cottage was considered a little get-away place, but there was a practical purpose for buying it; the three-story log cabin we presently live in high in the Blue Ridge Mountains will become harder to manage as the years roll on, and our aging hips and knees will undoubtedly rebel.  Another of our practical reasons for purchasing the cottage was that it’s on level ground, meaning that we wouldn’t have to navigate a driveway that is pitched at a near ninety-degree angle, like the one at our mountain home is, oftentimes making it a deadly Slip ‘n Slide from December to April.  Though we were nowhere near moving to our little vacation home for any large chunks of time, much less permanently at that point, it was meant to provide us with some peace of mind knowing that it was there for us whenever we needed it.  “We really used our heads”, we told each other.  The only trouble was we forgot to consult our hearts, as well.

Each time we drove to Beaufort, my heart sank a little lower along with the topography of the land.   Once I stopped seeing mountains surrounding me, or the “Bridge ices over before road” signs, I got a little quieter.  And as I helped unpack our 4-wheel drive Jeep that seemed out of place in the low country among low-slung cars, I silently counted the days until we could go home again while still feeling as though we were getting enough use out of the place to warrant having it.  People in our new neighborhood were friendly, yet I couldn’t stop thinking about all of our friends back in the high country that we'd spent thirteen years making after leaving our native home of Miami.  Those friends have become family to us, and I missed them.

Standing in the teeny-tiny yard, I thought about our sixteen-plus acres back in the mountains that give us plenty of room to stretch out in, alongside turkeys, deer and bear.  In our darling low country home, however, you can toss a rock to your neighbor’s house, making the loud and long howling of our Basset hounds very unpopular in our quiet-as-a-mausoleum new neighborhood.  All that aside though, my husband and I figured that we would appreciate the ease of being out and about during the months between December and March, when mountain outings can be fewer and farther between, and, undoubtedly, more treacherous.  But, as I sat on our screened-in porch in Beaufort, listening to the news coming out of Savannah, and heard about the heavy snow blanketing the area where our log cabin is, I regretted the fact that I wasn’t back there to see it, to feel it, to hear the quiet of the land as it slips off to sleep beneath that blanket of snow, lulling those who live upon it to settle down along with it.

Summers in the low country were another matter altogether.  Temperatures soared as if to punish everyone, and if that wasn’t enough, the marshes rubbed saltwater into the wound by laying a humidity-soaked blanket on top of each living creature caught within its oppressive reach.  One August afternoon, after enduring near-hundred degree temperatures and hundred-percent humidity, I informed my husband that we’d obviously died and gone to Hell.  I also informed him that coming back to the low country during the summer would never happen again as long as I had breath enough left in my sweat-drenched body to scream a definite and defiant “NOOOOOOO!”

Finally, after two years of trying to pretend that I was glad we’d done the practical thing in buying the cottage, I turned to my husband as we drove home from another obligatory trip and softly told him that I just didn’t love it there.  I felt terrible finally voicing it out loud, but it came as no surprise to him.  In all honesty, he wasn’t sold on the place either, even though he loves the heat as much as cockroaches and orchids do.  “Let’s just sell it,” he replied matter-of-factly, and I sighed with relief, never loving him more than at that moment.

After many miles traveled on the interstates of North and South Carolina, and after many dollars spent, I learned a great lesson: The grass may be greener on the other side at times, especially during the months of November through April, but that doesn’t mean a whole lot when one is homesick. It doesn’t mean much when one longs to be back in a place that isn’t easier on the knees or hips, but is on the heart and soul.

We sold the cottage on December 13th, and next week we’re closing on a piece of land thirty miles south of us on Lake James.  It gets less snow than the high mountains do, has easy access to all of the basic necessities in life; including a variety of stores, restaurants and healthcare facilities, and has a view of the lake that takes our breath away.  We’re already underway with house plans and have hired a builder.  And, in an irony of life, it turns out that our new piece of land is smack dab between two friends’ pieces of land we’re in Rotary with.  Yesterday, I was back at the land dreaming about where our master bedroom would go, and where our new screened-in porch would be.  Then, I looked out at the mountains in the distance and smiled, glad that they are well within reach of our new practicality—a practicality that involved not just using our heads this time, but making our hearts an important part of the equation, as well.

Sunday, February 9

#NewRelease:Be My Heartwarming Valentine

We have special guests in the round corral this weekend, Wordwrangler Readers - a group of authors with a brand new novella collection! Go get your copy today: 

It’s a magical place, is Christmas Town, Maine, and the writers of its stories can’t wait to go back each year. They start planning the next roster of stories as soon as the current one is finished. They exchange names of characters and businesses and keep a bible of what’s been done so far. Even the writers change from year to year. No one leaves Christmas Town because she wants to, but sometimes other responsibilities require a trip out of town.

Every now and then, we change things up. One year, we covered Thanksgiving and New Year’s as well as Christmas. For Christmas of 2019, we released our 2018 stories as an anthology. And now, as the new roaring 20s are putting on their fresh clothes, we have eight new stories in the Be My Heartwarming Valentine: A Heartwarming Christmas Town Box Set.

Stop by and sign up for our newsletter. You’ll find free reads and other fun stuff there.  New information will be showing up as we wind down to release day on February 11.

Here to give you the Cliff’s Notes synopses of our stories are this year’s authors. Click on their links to find out more about us—we love visitors!—or to sign up for our newsletters.

Table for Six by Anna J. Stewart
When overwhelmed widowed single mother of three Cora Leonidis's mother-in-law "buys" her a personal chef at Christmas Town's bachelor auction, she doesn't know whether to be relieved or horrified. But from the moment Giovanni Renzo appears on her doorstep, Cora feels an immediate connection to this wanderer. She's not the only one who's loved and lost. While Giovanni is there to make her life easier, Cora hopes to heal his heart...and prove it's okay to love again.
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A Tale of Two Rings by Beth Carpenter
Two years ago, Alden Moretti ended his engagement with Mindy Rose and left Christmas Town. Now his grandmother has volunteered him to participate in the Christmas Town bachelor auction as an excuse to return. His assignment: convince Mindy to give back his grandmother’s diamond engagement ring. But after a few trips down memory lane with Mindy, Alden is having second thoughts. Can he leave Mindy behind once again?
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The Apple of My Eye by Melinda Curtis
Young Lizzie Lincoln buys Steve Haepner at the auction for one hundred schmeckels and wants to keep him, much to single mom Abigail’s horror. Apple farmer Abigail doesn’t date. However, she needs an electrician and since Steve claims he’s not interested in dating her, it’s too good of a deal to pass up. But soon, Abigail is thinking she may have spoken too soon…
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Romancing her Valentine by Cari Lynn Webb
When Tessa Collier places the highest bid on the last bachelor at Christmas Town's Valentine's Day auction, she only wants one thing - a fake date to accompany her to her ex-husband’s gender reveal baby shower. But there's nothing pretend about Tessa's reaction to her bachelor - professional skier, Ryan Reeves. When Ryan offers his terms for their arrangement, Tessa must decide if one impulsive decision might lead to heartache worse than attending that baby shower alone or to her forever Valentine. 
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A Place to Hang Her Heart by Liz Flaherty
Although he was the instigator to the end of their long marriage, Rob Rahilly still needs to know Christy is happy after her solo move to Christmas Town, Maine. When his job ends in early retirement, he goes to New England to see how she’s doing, and ends up in a bachelor auction. Will the only woman he’s ever really loved take another chance on him, or do some hurts go too deep for the wounds to heal?
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Knock Down My Heart by Anna Adams
Georgia Bardill's daughters decide Sven Dante, their mom's handyman, is the perfect prince for her. Naturally, they volunteer him for the town's bachelor auction on the condition he takes out their mom and then makes them a snowman. A single mom, a slightly reluctant do-gooding "prince" bachelor, and sweetly manipulative little girls make Knock Down My Heart a heartwarming Christmas Town romance!
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Love Fixes Everything by Claire McEwan
When Carrie Porter’s friends bid on handyman Gage Flanagan in the Christmas Town bachelor auction, and then gift his services to her, the single mom is embarrassed to accept their charity. But Carrie sets her pride aside to learn all she can about home repair from the surly bachelor. Only Gage isn’t quite as grumpy as he seems. As they work together to repair her historic home, Carrie and Gage realize that the love they feel might just repair their hearts as well.
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Head Over Heels by LeAnne Bristow
High school English teacher and former college gymnast, Karen McFadden, wants nothing more than to open her own gymnastics facility, but a math learning disability makes completing the paperwork for a business loan almost impossible. The last thing Daniel Lassiter wants to do is get stuck with an attention-seeking diva who wants to relive her college glory days, but when his accounting services put him in the library's bachelor auction, he has little choice but to help her. He doesn't believe that she wants to open the gym so she can help underprivileged teens. She doesn't think he'll stick around long enough to find out. Will they realize what's right in front of them before it's too late?
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Saturday, February 8

Australia Burns on Sale Now! by Jana Richards

We've all been devastated by the wild fires that are destroying vast areas of Australia. Every night on the evening news we see the horrible damage done to homes, forests and animals and we feel helpless, especially when we're a world away. Is there nothing we can do to help?

The authors of The Wild Rose Press have decided there is. We've put together three volumes of AUSTRALIA BURNS, a collection of short stories written by Wild Rose Press authors. All proceeds from the sale of these books will be donated to the Australian Red Cross* Disaster Relief and Recovery Fund. Please help us help Australia!

Print versions are available right now and ebook versions can be pre-ordered for delivery February 14, 2020. My short story, WINGS OF FIRES, is included in Volume 2. Order all three volumes today!


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(while print versions are available at other retailers, The Wild Rose Press is donating all profits to charity, making more monies available to the Australian Red Cross. We urge you to buy your print copy from The Wild Rose Press!)



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*Australian Red Cross does not endorse individual views expressed in this publication, and acts in accordance with it’s Fundamental Principles of humanity, impartiality, neutrality and independence.