AnneMarie Brear & Where the Rainbows End



My
latest novel is titled, Where Rainbows End, and is set in 1850s
Australia. 
I
set the novel in an area of the Southern Highlands of New South
Wales, where I used to live.
Pippa,
the main character of the story, creates a home in a valley in the
middle of the wilderness, or as Australians call it ‘The Bush’.
The
inspiration to place her in this area was easy for me to do as
several villages of the Southern Highlands still have a lot of
historical buildings still standing. 
One
village, used a lot in the book, is Berrima. This town was once a
bustling place in the 19th century, but unfortunately it was
overlooked when the railways came to the district. Without the
railway, the industry fell away and so did the population. 
What
remains is a quaint snapshot of a bygone era, and the perfect place
to set my book.
I
did a lot of research at the local historical society to help with
getting the information I needed and poured over many old photos.
Berrima
1912
19th
century Berrima
A
slab hut – something similar to what Pippa would have lived in when
first building the stud in the valley.

The
White Horse Inn – still standing since Victorian times, and the same
inn Pippa visited.
To
learn more about Berrima visit this
link; 
http://berrimavillage.com.au/historic-berrima/
Where
Rainbows End:
Where
Rainbows End
Blurb
“I’m
not a man, but that won’t stop me. Just you wait and see.”
It’s
1850 and the Noble family have arrived in Australia to start a new
life after scandal drove them from their native England. Headstrong
Pippa Noble is determined to reclaim their honour by making her
father’s plans for a successful stud farm a reality.
Pippa
is immediately spellbound by the untamed outback landscape, although
she learns the hard way about the unforgiving nature of the bush –
sometimes with devastating consequences. When circumstance leads to
Pippa tending the new farm alone, it is the steadfast friendship of
neighbouring country estate owner Gil Ashford-Smith that helps her
through.
Then
an unexpected visitor from England arrives, putting Pippa’s dreams
in jeopardy. But she refuses to let go. She will hold onto her
family’s land and make her mark, even if it means losing everything
else …
Excerpt:
‘Miss
Noble!’
She
whipped around at the urgency in Robson’s voice and blanched at the
strain on his face. He skidded to a stop in front of her and pointed
to the ridge. ‘Bushfire. From the west. I’ve sent Colin to saddle
a horse and ride up to the road to see how far away it is. But we
must prepare.’
Pippa’s
mouth went dry. ‘Bush … Bushfire?’
Esther
hurried back to them, her hand clasped against her chest. ‘Oh, my
dear lord. What will we do?’
Robson
took off his hat and scratched his head, his expression revealing his
concern. ‘We must fill every bucket and wet down the buildings,
starting with the grain store. I’ve already got Peter and Barney
digging a hole to bury feed and harnesses. The water in the creek is
too low to last for long. We’ll need to put valuables in the sawpit
and cover it with wet sacking.’
Pippa’s
mind went blank. He talked too fast for her to absorb his meaning.
‘Robson, please, what are you saying?’
He
took a deep breath and then glanced away sharply as Colin galloped
across the valley floor, the hoof beats thundering. ‘Miss, try to
understand. If the fire gets into the valley, it’ll wipe out
everything in its path. We must bury what we can. Once the fire
reaches,
 if it
reaches the valley ridge, we’ll all have to escape from the other
side, and there’s no track there, so we can’t take the wagon.
I’ll get the horses saddled. The ladies must pack only lightly.’
‘Escape?’
Esther swayed just as Hilary and Davy joined them.
Running
his hands through his hair, Robson’s eyes implored Pippa to take
action.
But
she couldn’t move or think clearly. Bushfire. Escape. ‘It
 … it
may not even come this way, Robson.’
‘I
hope to God it doesn’t, miss.’
She
swallowed, but her throat was suddenly dry. ‘But you think it
will?’
He
looked up at the large gum trees, their top branches swaying in the
warm breeze. ‘If the wind doesn’t change, the fire will sweep
over that ridge and head straight for us.’
‘But
it’s not summer yet. You said bushfires came in January or
February.’
‘Miss,
we’ve had very little rain, and dead grass will burn whether it be
the middle of winter or summer. We were spared fires last year, but
all it takes is one spark to set the bush alight, and this wind will
not help us.’ He shifted from foot to foot. ‘Please, miss, we
cannot waste time talking. We must prepare—’
‘What
of the horses? The mares are due to foal within weeks, they mustn’t
be scared into bolting.’
‘I’ll
get Peter to take them to the far side of the valley. If the fire
breaks the ridge, he’ll take them out and head towards Mittagong.’
He gave another nervous glance at the widening plume of smoke on the
horizon. ‘Please, Miss Noble, we need to act now.’
‘Yes,
go. Do what must be done.’ Pippa waved him away and turned to her
family. On seeing their scared and worried expressions, she hid her
fear and straightened her shoulders. ‘Come, we must do as Robson
says. Pack lightly or bury what you cannot carry. Quickly, now!’
As
the others turned and ran back to the house, her mother stepped
forward and gripped Pippa’s arm. ‘This valley, the stud, is all
we have, Pippa.’
‘Yes,
Mother.’ Distracted, Pippa nodded, looking beyond her towards the
scurrying men.
Esther’s
hand clenched Pippa’s arm like a vice. ‘No, listen to me!’
Pippa
stared at her, shocked.
‘You
must not let all that we have slip from our grasp. Not now we are
finally finding our way out of the depths of despair. I’d not
survive another disappointment.’
‘I
promise I won’t let that happen.’
Her
mother’s gaze remained fixed on hers. ‘If we lose the stud, that
will be the end of us. The Nobles will be finished forever.’
‘I
know. I’ll do everything I can to prevent it. Trust me.’ She
kissed her mother’s cheek and gently pushed her in towards the
house. ‘Go help pack. Take only the most important things and
hurry!’
Robson,
bless him, sprang into action. He ran about issuing orders that
everyone instantly obeyed; even her mother showed extreme courage and
did as she was told without complaint.
Pippa
knew all kinds of fear. The fear of being turned out of their house
when her father squandered their money, the fear of being unloved and
rejected by Grant, the fear of being in the middle of a vast ocean on
an insignificant ship. Yet nothing eclipsed the fear she was
experiencing now.
The
terror seemed tangible, as though she could taste it, reach out and
touch it. She wasn’t one to panic and hated being vulnerable, but
as the wind carried the smell of smoke and the sound of crackling
wood, her throat closed up through pure dread.
Astounded
by the enormity of losing everything she’d worked for and dreamed
of, Pippa stood trance-like, unable to move or think. The noise and
confusion around her dimmed.
‘Pip.’
Davy tugged at her skirts, his face pale.
For
a long moment she stared at him. She didn’t realise she was
frightening him until his bottom lip quivered.
‘Will
we die, Pip?’
Wrenched
out of her daze, she blinked as his words sank in. ‘No … No,
darling.’ His hand inched into hers and she squeezed it tight.
‘We’ll be fine. I’ll take care of you.’
A
shout made her jump. Colin rode like the devil towards them, waving
his hat in the air. Everyone stilled and then quickly joined Pippa
and Davy near the creek as Colin pulled up his horse to a skittering
halt before them.
‘Well?’
Robson demanded, his body tense as he ran towards them.
Colin
winced as he swallowed, his lips dry and face coated with dust. ‘It’s
heading this way about four or five miles from here, maybe a mile
more, but that’s all.’ He sagged in the saddle. ‘It’s coming
from the direction of the Merediths’ property.’
Time
froze for a second and then everyone started talking at once.
Millie
stared in horror at Pippa. ‘Oh, no. Amelia and the baby, and
Douglas.’
‘They
might be safe. Don’t worry.’ Pippa patted her arm and then looked
to Robson for direction.
‘It’s
closer than I thought.’ He frowned, rubbing his fingertips across
his forehead. ‘Right, we’ve got to leave the valley now. Colin,
bring the work horses here for the ladies to ride.’
‘Can
we not fight the fire, Robson?’ Pippa felt her heart would explode
from the pain of losing it all. ‘I mean, we’ve got water at our
feet. Can we not—’
‘Miss,
a few buckets of water will not stand up to a bushfire. You’ve
never seen one before. It’s a wild beast feasting and growing in
front of your very eyes. There’s no stopping it.’
Her
frustration burst into anger. ‘I will not lose this place! I will
stay and fight.’
‘Don’t
be silly, Pippa,’ Millie scoffed, returning to her side with a
large canvas bag bulging with clothes. She took Davy’s hand. ‘We’ll
do as Robson says. We must get out of harm’s way. Nothing is worth
putting yourself in danger.’
A
rifle shot echoed across the valley, sending birds screeching from
the trees.
Pippa
wheeled around to stare at their entrance into the valley, but no
vehicle or horseman came dashing out of the trees at the base.
Robson
scanned the slopes, shading his eyes with his hand as the sun burnt
down relentlessly. ‘Someone needs help. It’s a signal.’
A
shiver of trepidation ran down Pippa’s back. ‘Father,’ she
whispered.
‘No!’
Esther jerked. ‘He’s in Berrima.’
Hilary,
eyes wide, stepped closer to her mother. ‘But what if he had
started to journey home?’

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Australian born AnneMarie Brear writes historical novels and modern romances. Her passions, apart from writing, are reading, researching, genealogy, roaming historical sites, buying books and gardening. She is an author of historical women’s fiction, contemporary romance and several short stories and is currently living in England.
AnneMarie Brear on the web:
http://www.annemariebrear.com
http://annemariebrear.blogspot.co.uk
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Twitter @annemariebrear.

Motto for Life—#OpenBook Blog Hop

I discovered my motto in the past six months. Don’t ask me why it took so long to find it, but  it fits my life perfectly.

“Screws fall out all the time…the world’s an imperfect place.”

It comes from the movie “The Breakfast Club.” But I like it better swapped around: “The world’s n imperfect place, screws fall out all the time.” It’s a better version of my earlier version: “Life happens.”

You know that feeling. You’ve worked hard and made all the right plans and all the right preparations when ‘BOOM’ something breaks. And there’s not a darn thing you can do about it.

It’s the 4th of July and you decided to take a trip to the mountains? Boom and it’s snowing. The roads aren’t closed but the picnic tables are coated with the white stuff. Yep, that was the sound of a screw falling.

Or for months you’ve planned to go to the beach. You checked the weather reports and made your reservations for a nice little cottage on the shore. You bought flip-flops and and new bathing suit. Heck, you even remembered to buy suntan lotion. What could go wrong?

You guessed it.That rare April tropical storm moves in and the cottage is flooded. BOOM! There went another screw.

But sometimes they are just tiny screws. The roast you were cooking needed a few more minutes but the rest of dinner was ready. Your favorite pair of pants loses their button when you put them on. Someone didn’t replace the empty roll of toilet paper.

And some days multiple screws fall out. Maybe not all at once, but one here and one there. Those are the days you want to go back to bed and pull the covers over your head and shut out the rest of the world. Not that it will do any good, the world will still be there when you emerge from your fortress.

So what do you do? My best advice is to learn to roll with the punches and meet challenges with a sense of humor. And don’t forget to carry a screwdriver wherever you go.

What’s your motto? Let us know in the comments. And let’s go find out what the other authors’ words of wisdom are by following the links below.

May 29, 2017 – What’s Your Motto For Life?
What words of wisdom do you live by? Use those as inspiration for sections and flesh out a post that shares your philosophy.
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Clare Dargin—Joy to His World

I’m tickled to welcome Clare Dargin and her new book, Joy to His World

PRE-ORDER!

AVAILABLE: Tuesday, May
23rd

[Siren Menage Amour:
Erotic Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Paranormal Romantic Suspense,
M/M/F, HEA]

Chris Spinell, Jilly
Reimers, and Chris ‘Nate’ Poole are happily married. Now, living in a
small town run by The Love Play Matchmaking Service, Chris Spinell
hopes his family is safely away from the possible dangers that come
from living in a big city.

Jilly and Nate cherish
the life they have with Chris. They even love the fact that he is
their Dom. BDSM gives them the structure and sense of belonging
they’ve always wanted. However, life in Minaqua doesn’t give Chris
the peace of mind he needs in order to quell his anxieties. The scars
from his time in Afghanistan run so deep, Chris’ PTSD will not allow
him to escape the fears that his family is at constant risk for harm.

When a stranger comes
to town seeking to harm Jilly and Nate, Chris’ protective instincts
are put to the test. Will he deal with this reasonably, or will he do
whatever it takes to defend his family, including breaking a solemn
oath?

A Siren Erotic Romance

STORY EXCERPT

He thought about how
far his life had come in such a short time. In less than ten years,
he’d gone from an ex-Special Forces soldier searching for his place
in the world, to an MIT graduate, to owning the second largest
independently owned and operated software integration firm in
Michigan. But all of that was nothing compared to the real change
that happened when his sister had recommended that he join a dating
service to cure his less-than-stellar love life. And Love Play had
done that and much more. In their own mysterious way, they’d
managed to look into his heart and find the man and woman of his
dreams. Literally. The images of Jilly and Nate had haunted his
dreams after he returned from Afghanistan. During that time, he
didn’t know it was them, but after he met them and they spent the
night together, he knew they were the ones.

How his Eros, his
matchmaker at Love Play, had known baffled him. Nevertheless, he was
profoundly grateful that the man or woman, or whoever his Eros was,
had put the three of them together. Now, they were married, and he
was happier than he’d ever been in his life. Add to it that their
love had become so deep that it had blossomed into a beautiful
dominant-submissive relationship with them.

The car’s internal
phone rang. It was Jilly. He pressed the icon on the car’s
dashboard screen and answered.

“Hi, honey, what’s
up?” he asked. He was always glad to hear Jilly’s voice.

He grasped his chest,
hoping the ache would fade as he longed to see her.

“I was going over the
arrangements for the party,” she said. Her sweet voice was a dulcet
tone that calmed him.

“I’m thinking about
how people should dress,” she said, “and the basic rules for the
party.”

Jilly had the great
idea to plan a Christmas party for them and their BDSM friends to be
held at Love Play’s mansion. When she’d mentioned it in August,
he hadn’t been wild about the idea. But after a lot of cajoling
from her and Nate, they’d convinced him, and he’d given her the
permission to go for it, which meant they were going to attend, too.

“High protocol is not
something we do, but there’s no reason that should stop other Doms
from having that with their submissives. As for clothing, you know my
rules for you, too. You aren’t allowed to wear anything too
revealing. The only person allowed to see your ass is me and Nate,
and that’s when he’s not in trouble.”

It wasn’t as if he
made them walk around with bolts of fabric hanging off their bodies,
but their sexuality belonged to him.

“Dueño, that was a
long time ago,” Nate said, pouting.

“It won’t happen
again.”

Right after Chris had
collared them, Nate bought Jilly a pair of tight jeans, high heels,
and a shirt that was so form fitting it showed everything the Lord
had blessed her with in the chest and told her to wear his prized
choker collar. Chris had damn near had a heart attack when they came
home from a late lunch in Cutlerville.

“Dueño, I know what
your rules are for us. What about the party? Kink for everyone?”

He had no appetite for
that yet. He cared for his friends, especially his army buddies, the
Propietarios who were into BDSM, but he wasn’t ready to see them go
all out.

“This is casual,
vanilla only. Leather is permitted but please do not go all out,”
Chris said.

“All right, got it.”

“How are you
feeling?” he asked, worried. “Still feeling worn down?”

She was at home trying
to get over the remnants of a cold that lingered, giving her all
sorts of problems like a fever and upset stomach. She’d feel good
one moment, and then, wham, she’d have to rest because she’d be
too tired to move. Despite his protests, she refused to go to the
doctor again.

“Somewhat.”

He sighed. “Don’t
wear yourself out today. Get some rest. That’s an order. If you
aren’t better by tomorrow, we’re going downtown.”

The DMC, Detroit
Medical Center, was the major medical complex in the area. It was
over an hour away, and he would gladly drive her to find out what was
wrong. He was not willing to risk her well-being for her selfish
pride or a dumb party. He hated when she was not feeling well or was
in pain. He wanted to be able to shield her from the worst the world
could give so she’d be able to live a life of love and happiness.
She deserved that much and more. To say he loved her would be an
understatement. Heck, it wouldn’t even describe the depths of his
intense feelings for them. They owned him as much as he owned them.
It didn’t feel right if they weren’t healthy and safe.

“I will take it
easy.”

“Okay. I love you,”
Chris said.

“Love you, too,”
she replied. “Love you, too, Nate.”

“I’ll call you
later on to see how you are doing,” Nate said.

Chris ended the call.

“Do you think she’ll
obey?” Nate asked.

—

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Bucket List— #OpenBook Blog Hop

If you’ve hung out with me for any length of time, you already know I don’t have a bucket list. That doesn’t mean that I don’t have a list of things I’d like to do before I die.

The first few should come as no surprise.

I’d like to visit the John Denver Sanctuary in Aspen. Seems like a fitting way to pay tribute to the man, his music and his legacy.

I’d also like to go on a guided trail ride deep into the heart of the Rocky Mountains, somewhere you can only get to by horse or on foot.  Maybe sit beside a mountain lake and write for a week or so. I wonder how many notebooks and pens I’d have to to take along?

What else? I’ve already done so many things. I’ve wandered the redwoods, played in both the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans, driven the US from coast to coast. But a trip back to the redwoods sounds appealing. So I’ll add it to the list.

I want to have have enough money to help the many young people I see struggling.

I want to watch my grandchildren grow up and grow strong.

I’d like to learn a martial art. I might not be any good at it, but I’d like to try. I’ve wanted to do this ever since the TV show back in the 70’s.

And one more—I’d like to make a best seller’s list. I keep trying, but I haven’t made it yet. Not even close. Maybe the next book.

What’s on your bucket list? You can share in the comments. And now I’m off to see what the other authors on this loop are wanting to do.

May 22, 2017 – What Is Your Bucket List?
What kinds of things do you want to do before you kick the bucket? Dream big. Life is full of exciting things to do.
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What Inspires Me- #OpenBook Blog Hop

What inspires me?

I bet you think you know the answer. And I’m betting you’re right. I can answer in one word.

Nature.

If you said the mountains, that’s close enough. I’ll give you full credit. But it’s so much more than the mountains. It’s the flowers and trees and sky and wind. It’s the grass beneath my feet and the birds flying overhead. It’s sunshine and rain and snow, creeks and rivers and lakes and oceans.
It’s sand between my toes at the beach and the dirt stuck under my fingernails after I’ve been gardening.

It’s the redwoods stretching into eternity and the aspens quaking in the breeze. It’s dandelions in the spring and black-eyed susans in the summer. It’s the robins chirping early in the morning and crows calling in the heat of the afternoon. It’s the thunder rumbling from miles away and far-off lightening flashing in the darkness.

It’s the smell of freshly-cut hay and the subtle scent of apple blossoms. It’s the sweet-sharp flavor of  just-picked wild strawberries and the tang of spearmint plucked in the shadow of old oak. It’s the prick of the thorn on a rose stem and the soft, velvet-like petals on the rose itself.

And yes, it’s the mountains. The peaks covered in snow in the dead of winter and glistening with thousands of beams of reflected sunlight or in the height of summer, swathed in green. It’s the rugged tops calling to me from the distance and the welcoming meadows up close.

And that’s what inspires me. Nature feeds my soul and makes me who I am. How about you?

May 15, 2017 – What Inspires You?
This is an easy question that opens up for some awesome creative post ideas. And why do those things inspire you?
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Dawn Altieri & Burn

I’m really happy to host Dawn and her new release today, because I got to see the book in it’s early stages. To see it come all the way to publication tickles me to no end! So, without further ado, here’s Dawn and Burn.

BURN

Falling
for him is playing with fire…
Chloe
Addison is on the verge of a promising career in real estate
development until an explosion destroys her first major project and
casts suspicion on her in an arson investigation. Her career is
suddenly at risk—and possibly her life.
Firefighter
Ryan Monroe wants a spot on the arson team, and getting close to
Chloe might be the best way to solve his first investigation. Despite
a painful past of his own, Ryan has dedicated himself to saving
people, and when he realizes Chloe is in danger, she’s no
exception. He just might be the perfect guy to rescue her, but their
attraction could bring them both down in flames.

EXCERPT:

“Since you rejected my
suggestion of drinking till you pass out”—Ryan stepped down off
the bar stool and held out his hand—“dance with me.”
“What?” Chloe’s mouth fell
open as she gave her head a slight shake. “No, I—”
He took her hand, and even though
his tug was gentle, her arm tensed. He glanced down to where their
hands were joined. He’d felt it, too. “Come on.” He threw a
glance at Jeremy and Lizzie, with their arms wrapped around each
other as they swayed carelessly to a country ballad Lizzie had
selected. “Your friend’s obviously not going anywhere for a
while, so why not?”
She hopped down from her seat,
and he walked backward, leading her to an area near the
dartboard—clear of tables, though not quite a “dance floor.” He
pulled her into a loose embrace, and her skin warmed at the firm hand
curling over the small of her back, at the calloused fingers gently
gripping her freshly manicured ones in the other.
He gazed down at her, still with
that reassuring smile. “See? Not so bad. I’ll have your mind off
that crap in no time.”
She couldn’t fight the grin
teasing her lips as she raised a hand to his shoulder, settling in a
little closer. “You do this often? Dance with girls to help them
get their minds off their problems? You really
are
a hero.”
“I do what I can.” He stepped
back and twirled her underneath his arm before pulling her into him.
She laughed as her palm met the
hard plane of his chest, and she quickly swept it to the side until
it landed on his bicep. As if
that
was any less
distracting. The guy was a solid wall of muscle. “Is it working?”
he asked.
Slowly, the tension drained from
her shoulders. She tipped an eyebrow. “Maybe a little.”
“Only a little?” He pulled
her tighter to him, tucking their tangled hands between them against
his chest, and whispered in her ear. “Then I’m not doing my job.”


BURN
is available now!
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About
the Author:

With
an overactive imagination and a slightly twisted mind, Dawn Altieri
has been scribbling stories practically since birth. When she’s not
curled up on the sofa with her laptop, her latest story, a box of
chocolates and a cup of tea (or a glass of wine, depending on the
time of day), she can be found volunteering in the world of animal
rescue. She shares her home with her husband and daughter, and a
menagerie of rescued fur-babies.

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Tina Glasneck and A Dragon’s Desire

I’m tickled to present Tina Glasneck and her book, A Dragon’s Desire

A Dragon’s Desire: Blurb

When
you make plans, the gods laugh. All decisions come with
consequences.


 In this second book of the Dragons series, time travel and fantasy weave together in a fantastical romance.
 Although Jaz is a dragon, the fact that the paranormal exists hasn’t made life any easier. The Norse gods are a little too active in her life, and her lover, Erich, the necromancer, a Viking and demigod, is acting distant. His going from extremely hot to cold has her second guessing everything, and wondering if his proclamation of love was just simple manipulation, and if their relationship has lost its like new car smell.
When trouble comes, it comes in heaps, and right at Jaz’s feet. This trouble happens to send her back to 1799 to Étretat, France. The political upheaval combined with Napoleon’s forces and the threat of the Reign of Terror leaves her wondering who she can trust — one wrong move and she’ll lose more than her dragon head. 



A Dragon’s
Desire Excerpt:

Relationships are built not only on the love that the couple has for
one another but also on their shared experiences. In 1520, while back
in time learning about the great Black Knight, I’d also learned a
lot about my handsome man. Staring at his profile now, his dark brown
hair no longer flowed as it had, but his austere appearance did not
mar the attractiveness of his strong features. A neatly trimmed beard
rested along a strong jaw and if I told a joke or two, I was sure I
could get those gray eyes to turn silver. I loved him, and he kept my
heart safe. I’d do whatever it took to keep those seeds of love
alive.
His eyes grazed over my body, and in one nanosecond, all the magic
I’d been storing up formed into a tight, bright orange ball and
then exploded around us.
“What did you do?” Tink asked.
Her question made me stop giving Erich my come-hither stare. Would I
be a bad friend if I admitted that I wanted to kick out Tink, his
non-blood relation who he called sister on this earthly plane, so
that I could explore where his hot gaze might lead?
Tink snapped her fingers before my eyes.
“Jaz,” she screamed. “What did you do?” She backed up until
the kitchen table jammed into her side.
It was then I noticed the army of fire ants that paraded down the
wall and marched toward her. Climbing on top of each other, they
quickly formed a three-dimensional shape resembling a moving wave.
“Make it stop!” she said.
I had no idea how to make fire ants obey me. Hell, I didn’t even
know I could conjure them up. Like a madwoman, I gathered pots and
pans and began to scoop them up, while saying every Latin word I
could think of. “Sic semper tyrannis,” I said, as if the motto of the Virginian flag might help. 
Instead the ants continued to pile on top of one another. Tink scampered away, and still they came.
She followed my lead and started to bang together pots and pans to knock them away.
“Say something to stop this,” I said.
Tink waved her hands. Nothing happened. “I can’t. You’re magical. Your magic is not like anything I’ve ever handled. You have to learn how to hone in and control it.”
“Brutum fulme” I then shouted, as if calling forth
senseless lightning would cause a bolt to come through and fry the
pesky things. Still nothing happened.
“I’m so not qualified for this,” I screamed. Frustration caused
a tingling in my fingers, which rose up my arms like I’d touched a
hotplate.
“Jaz,” Erich interjected, “concentrate.”
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and focused on the dragon
resting just below my skin. I felt her stir, awaken. Fire grew in my
belly. My lips puckered and uttered the words the beast had whispered
to me,  “Carpe
noctem.” Seize the night!
The ants stopped mid-step, frozen. 
Hearing the beast, I repeated what it ordered: “Transit umbra, lux permanet.” Shadow passes, light remains. The fire ants disintegrated, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
Tink hurried to her cauldron, which was boiling over, vomiting a cloud of what looked like pixie dust on to the counter and removed her black choker with Chakra stones. “I’ve read of many wearing talismans until they are able to get control of their powers. This will protect you. Do NOT take it off, do you hear me?”
“Sure, sure,” I nodded my head, but really, I just wanted to push her out of the door. “Thanks, Tink.”
Tink looked first at me and then at Erich. 
Instead of moving towards the door, I wished for it to open, and it did.
“I guess that’s my sign to leave,” she said and quickly packed everything into her wicker basket. 
“I didn’t know I could do that.”

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Tina Glasneck is
a writer of crime fiction and fantasy romance. Her imagination
thrives when it comes to hot coffee, great music and laughter. She
believes in miracles, the power of positive thinking, and that in
each of us a dragon lurks. Learn more about Tina on her website:
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What’s on your Reading List? #OpenBook Blog Hop

An interesting side effect of becoming an author was being introduced to other authors who haven’t made it to the big time yet. And that means finding a ton of books just waiting to be read.

So while I can’t say I have a reading list for the year, I do have more than a few books lined up to be read. In a way, I’m hesitant to even reveal my list, because I’m half- afraid I’m going to accidentally miss mentioning someone who deserves to be listed. I’m also worried that the list could go on forever. So if I know you, and your name isn’t on the list, please forgive me!

First up, Cornelia Amiri. Cornelia writes an interesting mix of steampunk and stories based on myths and legends.. (Not necessarily in the same book!) She just released a compilation of stories called Cogs and Kismet. I’ve got the set, and need to find time to read it! You can purchase it on Amazon, Cogs and Kismet

Another book on my TBR list is another new release, Burn, by Dawn Altieri. I actually helped to critique an early version of this story, so I’m excited to see how it turned out. It’s a romance and I’m a sucker for a happy ending. You can get it here:  Burn

Of course I need to mention the other authors who do the hope. PJ Fiala’s motorcycle series ans well as her new Chandler County stories. I’ve got to find time to read this one.
Missing The Point

Then there are Stevie Turner and Lela Markham and K. Williams. Hopefully they are participating in the blog this week, and you can discover their books by following the links below.

But there’s a book I hope you will add to your own list for the year.  I just released The Baron’s Cufflinks, the third book in the Oak Grove Mysteries, and Harmony is up to her normal antics. It took be a long time to get this book written and polished, and I hope you’ll enjoy it. You can find the links of where it’s for sale here: The Baron’s Cufflinks.

I’m looking forward to seeing what the other authors are reading, and seeing what I need to add to my list!

May 8, 2017 – Do You Have A Reading List For The Year? What is it and why?
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Happy Release Day!

It’s finally here! Welcome to release day for The Baron’s Cufflinks, Book 3 in the Oak Grove Mysteries. Harmony Duprie is up to her usual antics yet again.

What starts as Girl’s Night Out ends in murder, and Harmony Duprie is a suspect.
She’s innocent, of course, but with no alibi, the sheriff’s department won’t remove her from the list of suspects. It doesn’t help when a waitress from the bar gets beaten up and the only clue is a slip of paper with Harmony’s name on it. Throw in a rookie deputy dead set on building his reputation and Harmony must tread carefully.
But caution isn’t Harmony’s middle name and she plunges head first into danger to defend her honor.
What she finds is a web of half-truths and suspicions implicating several law enforcement agencies, with Jake, her ex-lover, stuck in the middle of it all.

Can Harmony rescue Jake and find the real culprit before she becomes the next victim?

  Here’s a quick excerpt: Harmony decides to bring in help from Agent Felton of the FBI to helpclear her name.

Not that I particularly liked Agent Felton. But I only knew two FBI agents and couldn’t tolerate the other one. Although Felton didn’t count as a friend, he wasn’t an enemy either. Still, it surprised me when he agreed to meet for lunch, no questions asked.
I spotted him right away when I entered the small Chinese buffet place, his suggestion, near his office. He stuck out like a sore thumb amid the crowd of secretaries having lunch. It had been a few months since I’d seen him, and gray hairs were now scattered in with the brown. Meeting him on his home turf meant I’d need to be on my best behavior, but I was good with that.
The restaurant’s Shanghai soup dumplings were a treat and I was on my second serving when Felton wearied of our sporadic chit-chat. “You didn’t call me to talk about the weather. Or to tell me you’ve realized that you’re deeply in love with me. What is it you want, Miss Duprie?”
I could play it for kicks or play it straight. The choice seemed obvious if I didn’t want to tick him off. I swallowed and looked him square in the eye. “Information. Do you know anything about a guy by the name of Tadd Foard?”
The agent leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and thought for a moment. “Can’t say that I do. Why?”
“He was murdered a few days ago.”
“And you care why? Are you sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong again?” He grinned as he raised a spoonful of the egg drop soup towards his mouth.
“I may be a suspect.”

We spent the next few minutes cleaning up the soup that had sprayed everywhere.


You can buy the book at major ebook retailers

Cover Reveal! The Baron’s Cufflinks





The Baron’s Cufflinks Cover Reveal

Official Release Day for the third book in the Oak Grove Mysteries is only a few days away, but I wanted to give you a sneak peek at the cover before Friday.


First, here’s the book’s description. Yes, Harmony Duprie is up to her usual antics.




What
starts as Girl’s Night Out ends in murder, and Harmony Duprie is a
suspect.

She’s
innocent, of course, but with no alibi, the sheriff’s department
won’t remove her from the list of suspects. It doesn’t help when a
waitress from the bar gets beaten up and the only clue is a slip of
paper with Harmony’s name on it. Throw in a rookie deputy dead set on
building his reputation and Harmony must tread carefully.

But
caution isn’t Harmony’s middle name and she plunges head first into
danger to defend her honor.

What
she finds is a web of half-truths and suspicions implicating several
law enforcement agencies, with Jake, her ex-lover, stuck in the
middle of it all.


Can
Harmony rescue Jake and find the real culprit before she becomes the
next victim?



My thanks go to K.M. Guth, for yet another fine job.



And now, here it is!














I’ll post buy links later this week. Stay tuned!