Cover Reveal and Preorder for BLACK BULLET! :D

It’s HERE!!! I’m finally revealing the cover for BLACK BULLET, the second novel in The Order of The Senary Series, and the preorder link is now available on Amazon! WOOT! I’m so excited and I can’t wait to share this book with you all.😀

Release day is November 9, 2016! If you haven’t subscribed to my newsletter yet, I’ll be running an exclusive giveaway to subscribers on release day. I’m also touring with Magic of Books from Nov 9-16 and will be having another giveaway with them as well.😀 If you’d like to participate in the tour, check out the sign up sheet HERE.

Without further ado, feast your eyes on Jon and keep on reading for a snippet!



(By the amazing Fiona Jayde!)

Fledgling vampire Jonathan Kerr has just met his match.

Not even his past life as a former marine and FBI agent could prepare him for the battle against the monster inside him, struggling to take hold. After an old nemesis of the Senary surfaces in Brooklyn, unleashing chaos and terror in the battered borough, Jon sets out to take him down. Instead, he ends up with far more than he bargained for when he clashes with the beautiful half-vampire hybrid, Lawan Knight.

After escaping near death and suffering unspeakable horror at the hands of vampires, Lawan trusts no one, regardless of species. In between bouts of drunken stupor, her only goal is to exterminate all those who’ve wronged her, including every member of Jon’s vampire bloodline. But Jon’s soulful eyes and quick smile crawls under her skin, transforming her black and white world into a hazy shade of gray.

As the days rapidly grow darker, Jon and Lawan turn to one another, but their inner demons threaten to tear them apart. The only way either of them will survive is if they overcome their greatest fear—love.

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Jon only had time to take a single breath before a dark boot materialized in front of his face, the heel aiming straight for his throat. He snatched it before it made contact and twisted hard, thrusting it away from him. The limb yielded beneath his grip as his attacker collapsed beside him, metal clattering nearby. He levered to his feet, pulling a KA-BAR from his boot as pain lit up his nerves, setting his teeth on edge. His attacker was already standing, the blade of a gorgeous double-edged Kris sword pointed at his throat.

Holy shit.

His opponent was female, wearing a slim-fitting black battle uniform and carrying enough artillery to outfit a small army. Her jet-black hair was tied in a long braid and a black mask covered the lower half of her face. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes revealed her Asian heritage, her skin the color of caramel. A scabbard stretched across her back, strapped to her chest, along with the M16 she’d used to tear up the warehouse.

Jon took a step back, but she didn’t hesitate, launching at him with the blade. Metal clashed and sparks flew as he parried the long sword’s quicksilver arcs with his dagger. Although she limped from her injured leg, her strikes were hard, fast, and precise, each blow intended to kill. He nearly tripped over the pirate’s body as she backed him against the wall of the refinery, and he ducked as the blade screeched along the brick.

Before Jon straightened, he jabbed the butt of his KA-BAR into her knee and she yelped, stumbling backward. He slashed at her and caught nothing but air as she lurched away from him. She swung the Kris at his head and he raised the KA-BAR to engage and bind the sword. Both of their weapons trembled as their eyes locked on one another across the tangle of deadly metal.

And as her smoldering gaze drilled into him, he smelled it.

Dama de Noche.

The Lady of the Night, a nocturnal blooming flower he’d first smelled years ago in Nepal, when he was a human soldier. The scent was unmistakable, underlying the incense of vampire. The stench of leech didn’t belong to her, but the floral aroma was all her own.

She’s not a vampire.

Stunned by the revelation, Jon wavered, and she quickly took advantage of him. She sidestepped and lunged at him, sinking the blade in his shoulder. He shouted, dropping his KA-BAR as pain erupted from his dominant limb. Moving lightning fast, she yanked the blade out and sliced an arc across his chest. Luckily, she only scored his Kevlar, and as the sword swooped around again, Jon caught it with his gloved hands, silver biting into leather.

“You’re a hybrid,” he ground out. “I’m on your side!”

She pushed hard against him, drawing blood. “Bullshit.” Her voice was a rich contralto, edged with a growl. “You reek of Temhota.”

The Dama drew back and chopped at his belly, but Jon blocked her with his forearms, metal jarring against his bones. Finally, he managed to kick the blade out of her grip and it spun away, clattering to the ground. She somersaulted backward to retrieve it, but Jon caught hold of her braid in mid-air and wrenched on it. She cried out and landed face-first on the pavement, her breath audibly whooshing from her throat.

Jon wound her braid around his hand like a rope and straddled her, pinning her down. He tore the M16 off and tossed it as she writhed beneath him, fighting hard. Yanking her head up, he leaned close to her ear. “I’m not your enemy,” he hissed.

Her already shallow breath quickened and her struggles intensified, her sweet scent pumping from her pores in cloying waves. Panic. Fear. Restraining her like this completely terrified her.

Jon let up, knowing it was a mistake, but the shred of humanity still left in him couldn’t resist. The Dama slammed the crown of her head into his face and his retinas exploded in a staggering palette of reds, whites, and grays. His nose caved in, but not so far as to bury the bony shards into his brain. Blood poured out of him like a leaky faucet as he fell back, propping himself up on the wall of the refinery.

She was on him in an instant, chopping the edge of a flat hand into his trachea before smashing a fist in his ear. She wobbled to her feet as he struggled desperately to breathe—remember Jon, you don’t have to—and she gave him a vicious kick to his solar plexus, doubling him over. The pain was terrific, a cacophony of agony echoing from every corner of his body.

Jesus Christ, she was beating the shit out of him.

The Dama stood there, shaking, the fabric of her fallen mask fluttering to the ground. Jon blinked, trying to clear his blurred vision as she picked up her sword. He stole a glimpse of her face as she flung the mask up with the blade and caught it. A tattoo marked her cheek, the black symbol unmistakable but jagged, as if she’d thrashed during the process.

The same mark he’d painted on his chest lay branded on her face—the emblem of the Temhota.

Jon yanked down the neckline of his shirt, much like he had with the pirate, but this time he wiped at the mark, smearing it. The Dama paused in front of him, eyes narrowed, a gash marring her forehead. Even with the mark of his enemy on her face, she was breathtaking, and he didn’t have much breath left to spare.

“Not real,” he said past swollen lips, lifting trembling fingers stained with both paint and blood. “No mark.”

“But you are a leech.” She pointed the serpentine blade at the hollow of his throat.

He nodded, swallowing iron. “I work with the Senary. I used to . . . I used to be human. I’m not what you think I am.”

“You stink of them.” Her lip curled in a snarl.

He nodded again, every muscle in his body screaming. “Because I’m one of them. Yet I’m not.”

Brilliant. Maybe a few of those bony shards made their way into his brain after all.

She flipped the sword deftly and held it in a two-handed grip, the sin qua non of impending decapitation. Her dark eyes didn’t have the cat-like gleam signature to vampires, but hate and anger bled through them anyway.

“Makes no difference to me.”

Want to catch up on the series before release day? Read the award-winning first novel, RELEASING THE DEMONS:

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Guest Blog: Welcome, Stacy Hoff, author of JOCKEYING FOR YOU!

I have contemporary and sports romance author, Stacy Hoff, on my blog today! She and a “handsome dancer” are here to share her latest release, JOCKEYING FOR YOU.😉 Check out her super fun post!😀

Linda invited me to interview one of the characters in my new release, JOCKEYING FOR YOU. Although JOCKEYING is my fourth novel, I have never done a character interview before. So, for my first ever attempt at journalism, I decided to have a “chat’ with one of the main characters – who happens to be a horse. Luckily, for the brief time during this interview, the horse was able to speak English.

Stacy Hoff: Folks, please meet Handsome Dancer, a thoroughbred stallion with a bit of an attitude problem.

Handsome Dancer: Hey, that’s not fair! I don’t have an attitude problem. It’s everyone around me who is a nay-sayer.

Stacy Hoff: Neigh-sayer? Is that a pun?

Handsome Dancer: I guess so. It was inadvertent. I don’t joke around much; I’m a very serious guy.

Stacy Hoff: Serious about what?

Handsome Dancer: I have my heart set on winning the Belmont Stakes. But the humans in my life don’t have a clue how to get me to reach my true potential – or theirs.

Stacy Hoff: You must find that frustrating.

Handsome Dancer: You have no idea! I’ve got the drive, the talent, and the genealogy, all in my favor. Still, most humans have marked me off as a “loser.”

Stacy Hoff: Wow. That’s a harsh assessment. Why would they write you off like that?

Handsome Dancer: Because I’ve been depressed lately. I either sulk around the track, or throw jockeys off me.

Stacy Hoff: I can’t imagine the jockeys enjoy that. How’s it working out for you?

Handsome Dancer: It’s not good for me either. The racing association has threatened to take away my “gate card.” Without this, I’ll be sent back to racing school, instead of where I want to go, which is Belmont Park.

Stacy Hoff: Sounds like a serious problem. Anything the humans can do to help you? Maybe ease your depression somehow?

Handsome Dancer: Well, my new trainer, Ryder Hannon, seems real nice. She’s given me some farm friends to play with, so I don’t feel alone anymore. She’s real patient with me, too. It’s like she understands I’ve been longing for companionship. Now that I have friends, I’m finally thinking about getting back on track. Literally and figuratively.

Stacy Hoff: Have you started racing yet?

Handsome Dancer: Not yet, but my practice sessions with Ryder have me going at such fast speeds, I’m no more than a blur to the spectators. Ryder is the only person I’ll let ride me. Unfortunately for my Belmont goals, she’s a trainer, not a jockey. Well, she used to be a jockey, but she’s not any more. She says she fell off a horse once, so she won’t race again.

Stacy Hoff: Do you think she’ll ever be a jockey again? Your jockey, perhaps?

Handsome Dancer: Hard to say. I guess she and I both have a hurdles to overcome.

Stacy Hoff: There are no hurdles in thoroughbred horseracing. Only English riding events like “show jumping” use hurdles.

Handsome Dancer: Yeesh, I know that. I already said I’m not a pun-ny guy. I’m a racer, not a jokester.

Stacy Hoff: Duly noted. Thanks so much for your time, Handsome Dancer. I hope both you and Ryder Hannon make it to the Belmont Stakes one day.

Handsome Dancer: Thank you for your time, Stacy. If you don’t mind, please pass me a bag of carrots on your way out.

Stacy Hoff: Sure thing!



Jake Carter is on a mission—to prove his family wrong. He may have bought a troubled horse, but he’s hired Ryder Hannon, a “horse whisperer,” to get his horse back on track.  She’s more than just a trainer to him, she’s the woman he’s been looking for.
Ryder Hannon, a thoroughbred horse trainer, has a big problem—fighting her fear of racing again. Her emotional scars run deeper than her physical ones. But her romantic feelings towards handsome, uber-rich, stable owner Jake Carter is a bigger problem.  Is Jake truly in love with her or is he using her to get back at his smug family? ­
When Jake’s jockey gets injured, he wants Ryder to race. He knows deep down she wants to live up to her family’s legacy. So why does she keep fighting him—and her destiny—so hard?
Stacy Hoff is a writer, as well as an attorney. She has practiced law for two decades, primarily handling contracts. Romance novels have always been her secret passion. She writes her romantic stories until the wee hours of the night while her husband and two boys are fast asleep.
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Quick updates from yours truly! :D


Hey everyone!❤

Happy October! This is my absolute favorite time of the year! Fall, sweaters, pumpkins, horror, and Halloween! YAY! Hope you’re all having a great month so far.😀

Sorry it’s been a while, but I’ve been hard at work on edits for BLACK BULLET and I finally turned everything in this past week! Because life threw me a keg of craziness, I ended up turning the manuscript in a little later than expected. Hence, BLACK BULLET’s final release date is now November 9, 2016.

I should have a preorder link next week (!!!). I’ll also be revealing my awesome cover by Fiona Jayde then as well. And teasers! :D I can’t wait to share this story with all of you!❤

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Speaking of fun giveaways, I’m a sponsor in this year’s NOR’s HALLOWPALOOZA! Swing on by for lots of prizes and new authors/books to check out! Just click on the image below.😀

Until next week…

Enjoy the scariest month of the year and stay creepy.😉

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Virtual FantasyCon Blog Hop Hunt: Welcome, Assaph Mehr!


Hi, I’m L.D. Rose author of dark PNR/UF and I’m your host for this stop in the Hunt!🙂

If you would like to find out more about the Hunt, please click here:

Somewhere on this page is a hidden number. Collect all the numbers from all the authors’ posts, and then add them up. Once you’ve added all the numbers, and if I am your last author, please head to the official website and click on the ENTER HERE page to find the entry form. Only entries will the correct number will qualify to win.

The author I’m pleased to be hosting for Virtual FantasyCon’s Blog Hop Hunt today is Assaph Mehr, author of fantasy Realm Jumper Chronicles, Elven Jumper.

Hello everyone,

I’d like to take a bit of your time today, and talk about the craft of writing Historical Fantasy.

In writing the my first novel Murder In Absentia, I had the pleasure of mixing up the real and the fantastical. I have built up the city of Egretia based mostly on Ancient Rome, but with elements from a few other ancient cities. Most notable, Egretia is a port city located on the southern side of the inner sea – with a very distinct, Alexandrian lighthouse.

This mix and the setting has been so successful, that the city of Egretia has been described almost as a character by its own right. The importance of the place to the story is as important as Middle Earth is to Tolkein’s Lord of the Rings, or Hogwarts to Harry Potter.

In this article I wanted to talk a little about the Pharos – the lighthouse of Egretia. It is a prominent feature of the city, located on a small island at the entry to the bay. The island is connected by a small bridge, and Felix (the protagonist) goes there a few times during the novel for a quiet introspection that is important to plot advancement.

Here is an excerpt from the first time that he visits the small island and the lighthouse:

I crossed the Pons Ignis and climbed laboriously on the steep path up the hill to the foot of the Pharos. Both the location and the features of the hill made it the ideal place for a lighthouse. Our people had maintained a bonfire there for ages, well before the lighthouse. As our port had grown, so had our knowledge. It was the incantator Iunius Brutus who had summoned forth the Pharos over four hundred years ago, and announced to the world the rising of our city and our collegia. He had used his mastery of the six elements to raise up a square pediment upon which stood a slender tower of solid marble, and to bind a permanent flame at its head. His skill had been so refined, that on the spire of stone he erected, scenes in bas-relief spiraled up to the top, depicting some of the important events in our city. From our humble beginnings as nomads, to our victories over the Volsci and Gabii who had inhabited this region before us, to the original Curia of the Senate, to Curtius’ famous sacrifice in the Forum, to the eruption of Vergu that had nearly destroyed the city, and to the image of himself raising the self-same spire at the top.

At the very top, on a capital styled with acanthus leaves, Iunius Brutus had crafted a white marble statue of a magnificent egret with the plume of feathers on its head looking almost too delicate to be made of stone, and in its beak it held the eternal flame. In the four hundred years since, despite wars and natural disasters, this flame has never gone out. It was said that he had been rooted to the spot for seven days and seven nights as he had chanted and directed the mystical energies that had brought forth the Pharos, and that when the ritual had been completed and finally he had moved, a thin layer of marble dust had covered him.

I climbed the pediment at the base of the towering structure. The square podium of the Pharos was about thirty feet high, with stairs running along its side to a wide platform on which people could stand and watch ships on the horizon. The spire jutting out in its centre was a solid block of hard marble a hundred feet high, and none but the terminally insane would attempt to scale it and reach the fire of the egret at the top.

I searched along the 32 depicted scenes until I located the mythical scene depicting Servilius Ahala striking down Athanasios the necromancer. What inspiration could this ancient hero give me now?

Those who are familiar with our real Earth’s Rome might get a chuckle out of a few of the names mentioned above, but I want to talk mostly about the construction of the lighthouse itself.

It is modeled after the Pharos of Alexandria, one of the Seven Wonders of the ancient world, as well as Trajan’s Column in Rome.

The Alexandrian lighthouse was built as three tiers: square, octagonal and circular. It was large enough to house the stairwell inside, so that fuel could be carried to the top.


Figure 1 Artist rendition of what the Alexandrian Pharos might have looked like

The Egretian lighthouse, as it is powered by magic, is a slender marble column on a square base. The column itself is inscribed with many scenes from the Egretian past – very much like Trajan’s Column in Rome.


Figure 2 Trajan’s Column, today

Trajan’s Column is a Roman triumphal monument that commemorates emperor Trajan’s victory in the Dacian Wars. It was probably constructed under the supervision of the architect Apollodorus of Damascus at the order of the Roman Senate. It is located in Trajan’s Forum, built near the Quirinal Hill, north of the Roman Forum. Completed during the reign of Trajan, the freestanding column is most famous for its spiral bas-relief, which artistically describes the epic wars between the Romans and Dacians. Its design has inspired numerous victory columns, both ancient and modern, and it is one of the iconic relics of this great empire.

Figure 3 & 4 Close details of the Trajan Column bas-reliefs

Today, the column is mounted with a statue of St Peter, dating to the late sixteenth century. Originally it was mounted with a statue of emperor Trajan, which disappeared sometime during the middle ages. However, ancient coins indicate preliminary plans to top the column with a statue of a bird. It seems like the Egretians have carried through this original plan, although they’ve their national bird of the egret, rather than the Roman eagle.

Both the Roman column and the Egretian spire are about one hundred feet in height. Trajan’s column is made from twenty Carrara marble drums, each weighing about 32 tons. Additionally, the interior of Trajan’s column is hollow, and has steps that allow climbing to the platform at the top. There is a small entry at the base of the column, and the way up is lit by slit windows along the way. The Egretian Pharos in contrast is a solid block of marble. The bird-statue at its top carried an eternal flame in its beak, and no one can climb there. Instead, the base on which the Pharos stands is larger, and functions as a viewing platform out to sea. It is about thirty feet tall, and situated on top of a hill, offering unique views of the sea, the bay, and the city.

The Pharos is a unique and remarkable lighthouse, fit for the unique and remarkable historical-fantasy city of Egretia. We’d love it if you came to visit, and see all the marvels the city holds.

If you would like to find out more about the magical Romanesque world of Egretia, and read about Felix’s adventures where he solves unique mysteries, you can visit the official Egretia website on where you will find short stories, news and articles.

You can find the full novel of Murder In Absentia on Amazon:

To connect with Assaph Mehr, visit the Egretia website, his Facebook page ( or on Twitter (@assaphmehr).

Did you find the number? If you did, then click Assaph Mehr’s link – to continue Virtual FantasyCon’s Blog Hop Hunt

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Release Day Blitz and Giveaway for RACE THE DARKNESS by Abbie Roads!

It’s finally here! As soon as I finish final edits on BLACK BULLET, I’m shoving this book right in my eyeballs! It’s already a huge success and I’m so thrilled for Abbie! Check it out and see what all the fuss is about.😀

Also more news about BB to come soon! SOON, LOVELIES!❤


rtdRace the Darkness by Abbie Roads

Series: Fatal Dreams #1
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publication Date: October 4, 2016

Amazon | iBooks | Google Play | B&N | Indigo | BAM | Indie Bound


Cursed with a terrible gift…
Criminal investigator Xander Stone doesn’t have to question you—he can hear your thoughts. Scarred by lightning, burdened with a power that gives him no peace, Xander struggles to maintain his sanity against the voice that haunts him day and night—the voice of a woman begging him to save her.
A gift that threatens to engulf them…
Isleen Walker has long since given up hope of escape from the nightmare of captivity and torture that is draining her life, her mind, and her soul. Except…there is the man in her feverish dreams, the strangely beautiful man who beckons her to freedom and wholeness. And when he comes, if he comes, it will take all their combined fury and faith to overcome a madman bent on fulfilling a deadly prophecy.

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Cover Reveal: EYE OF THE PHARAOH by Nancy Fraser!

Fellow SMP author, Nancy Fraser, is revealing the cover of her latest paranormal/time travel romance today! Egyptian mythology is my favorite!❤ Check it out!



Genre: Time Travel/Paranormal Romance (Egyptian themed)

Tag Line: Will an unexpected trip to 1920s Egypt be their downfall or, will an ancient guardian keep them safe?


Publicist Teri Hunter has her hands full promoting Professor Joshua Cain and his new non-fiction book, The Pharaoh’s Mummy. She’s not convinced it’s even possible to turn this absent-minded, modern-day, Indiana Jones into a best-selling author.

Dr. Cain’s PhDs in archaeology and art history have prepared him for almost anything on the lecture circuit and among ancient ruins. He’s just not sure about a book tour…or the sexy publicist sent to monitor his every professional move.

When an odd request falls in their laps while in New Orleans, Josh and Teri find themselves transported to 1920’s Egypt where they must resolve an ancient curse in order to be sent home. Will the dangers facing them hinder their success and threaten their very lives? Or will help from an ancient guardian keep them on-track and safe?


Wake up. Kick ass. Repeat.

Teri Hunter mouthed the motivational phrase she’d chosen for her personal mantra as she stepped across the threshold into the dark and musty storeroom.

A dim light shone from a glass-enclosed workroom in the far corner. Taking a tentative step forward, she faltered when the floorboards creaked beneath her feet. Something fast and furry brushed against her ankle. A shiver ran down her back, yet she fought the urge to retreat.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

This was obviously today’s obstacle. Were it not for her professional commitments and intricately organized schedule, she’d have no doubt bolted for the door and returned to the safety and illumination of the main building. 

‘Sorry, but the storage area doesn’t have overhead lighting. Preservation of the antiquities. You understand.’ The dean’s words echoed in her head. To make matters worse, what little outside light there was had become nearly non-existent due to an impending thunderstorm.

Drawing a deep breath, she took a second step and then a third, winding her way past a half-dozen crates, some open, some not. To her left she heard a rustling of paper; to her right the distinct sound of footsteps.

Her apprehension grew, the hair on her forearms stood at attention. She’d barely made it halfway across the room before bumping into something large and solid. Reaching out, she laid her hand against the oversized object. Slowly, she raised her head and came face to face with the painted mask of an Egyptian noble. The chipped finish gave the death mask a deranged look.

“You come here often, big boy?”


The idea for Eye of the Pharaoh came about following a trip to the Field Museum in Chicago. For the longest time afterward, I couldn’t get the images of ancient Egypt out of my head. Then, out of the blue, I received a gift from a relative who had passed…a gorgeous necklace fashioned like an Egyptian collar. The late relative had no way of knowing about my recent fascination with Egypt so I took it as a sign. There was obviously a story inside me begging to come out.


Like most authors, Nancy Fraser began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.

Published in multiple genres, Nancy currently writes for four publishers. She has published twenty-two books in both full-length and novella format. Nancy will release her 25th book in early 2017. She is currently working on her next Rock and Roll novella and two other equally exciting projects.

When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

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Historical Romance Spotlight: HIGHLAND HOPE by Madelyn Hill

Hello, lovelies! I’m neck-deep in edits on BLACK BULLET (!!!) but I wanted to share fellow SMP author, Madelyn Hill’s latest historical romance release with you! Definitely looks hot, hot, hot! Also, check out her great giveaway below.😀  Hope you’re all doing well and you’ll hear more from me soon!❤

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Remember, lasses. Through Hope, Faith and Honor, ye can rule,” were the last words Lady Hope MacAlister’s father spoke before dying. Those very words direct her every action and thought. Sword fighting and leading the men of her clan was second nature to Hope and she has little time for herself or any thoughts of love. Until Aidan MacKerry is captured spying on the clan.

She is beautiful, strong, and quick to pull a sword. But when he kisses her, all thoughts of the lairdship Aidan MacKerry seeks flee his mind. When the enemy continues to undermine Hope, Aidan is determined to aid her—only he didn’t think he’d lose his heart to the Laird of Wild Thistle Keep. When the enemy reveals Aidan’s secret, he must fight for his right to be laird and prove, despite their differences, he loves Hope.

The enemy refuses to back down and continues to threaten not only Hope, but the security of the entire clan. Only together will they be able to save the clan and save their love.


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Madelyn Hill has always loved the written word. From the time she could read and all through her school years, she’d sneak books into her textbooks during school. And she devoured books daily. At the age of 10 she proclaimed she wanted to be a writer. After being a “closet” writer for several years, she sent her manuscripts out there and is now published with Soul Mate Publishing. And she couldn’t be happier!

A resident of Western New York, she moved from one Rochester to another Rochester to be with the love of her life. They now have 3 children and keep busy cooking, watching their children’s sporting events, and of course reading!

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